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heyyy, I hope you’ve had a nice day I was wondering if I could request ushijima, bokuto and sakusa with a fem tease sitting on their lap for a bumpy car ride and they get ‘excited’ down there 😏 it’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable with writing this! <33

Don't worry lovie I'll do my best to delivery!! Hopefully you enjoy it! Sorry if this took a decade, I ran into some writer blockages along the way heh! 😫

Bumpy Car Rides

Summary: How would the Haikyuu boys react to their dear lover sitting on their whilst on this bumpy ride?

Warnings: Characters are aged up, dirty talk, mentions of sex, teasing. Not Proof read!!! New writer!!

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It had been almost a decade since you and Ushijima had a fun day out. It was always him having to leave early in the mornings and coming home after you finished dinner. But this time you ahd somethign fun planned. It was autum and it had almost seemed like fate, a hay bale ride!

You smile hugging onto your muscular boyfriend's arm in pure joy. He sat down beside you far in the back of the cart. The guide moved and paid their attention to the younger children in the back, but you had other plans. Why bring your perfect boyfriend to this boring childish ride, maybe it was time to spicy it up a bit!

The hay bale ride was a hour and a half long. So you had loads of time to make this more fun for both you and your lover. You leaned closer to Ushijima's ear and whispered softly, practically breathing on him.

"Ushiii.. My seat is so rough, can I sit on your lap? Pleaaase.."

His eyes widened as he looks at you in utter confusion, were you really asking to sit on his lap?

"Wha-" You interrupted him by lifting your body up, just high enough to snuggle your bum comfortably on his thighs. His face was merely inches away from you, this cart was filled with children, adults, and old people.

You placed a small peck on the bridge of his nose, giving him a sweet and innocent smile.

"Y/n-" You cut him off again.

"Look babe, seems like it's about to get bumpy.." You wiggle in your seat atop of him, causing some friction underneath you. He raised his hand to cover his face, he lowly groans and sighs.

"Babe, I don't think this is the right time for-"

The cart bumps and you rub against him adjusting yourself again. It wasn't long till you felt something poking and prodding at your butt. A sly smirk plastered your face as you kept calm, continuing you effortless tortures. He places his hands on your waist tightening his grip.

If this wasn't bad enough for him, you managed to lean back and rub yourself against whilst letting out a small lewd noise for only him to hear.

Long story short, your little shenanigans put you in a bad position when you both arrived home.

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The bus was full and compacted. And well, there was only one free seat near the back. You grasped your boyfriends arm and pulled him through the crowds on people. Bokuto sat down and you wiggled yourself into his lap.

"Uh, b-baby owl!" He exclaimed a bit embarrassed at your small yet impactful movements.

You turned back to place a sweet kiss on his lips, licking his bottom lip before leaving the kiss. His face was flushed a bright red as he gripped the seat's edge in frustration.

Fortunately for you the bus ride has seemed to hit a few bumps along the way. This caused you body to fly and then hit back down on his little friend. Bokuto gritted his teeth holding back a groan every time you landed back down effortlessly perfectly square on his sweet spot.

You looked back at him and raised a brow. "What's wrong baby?" You tease asking so innocently. He had a mind to rip you to shreds when he got home, because his little friend decided to wake up and greet you.

"Baby owl, I'm not sure you want to play this game your trying..." He groans lowly in your ear. And well, I guess it turned you on a bit.

"What ever do you mean my love?"

"I'm not sure why your acting so innocent babe, you know damn well what your doing... And you'll regret it when we get home.."

You ignore his mindless and ballsy threats and notice that you have seemed to hit a mine bomb. "What a nice surprise.." You whispered feeling his member poking at you.

He huffed as the bus stopped and grabbed your hand taking you off the bus as fast as you could. And according to his promise, he sure did rip you apart the second the front door was closed.

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Sakusa wasn't one to go on public transports all the time, but this was the same cute trolley you would see everyday. After thousands of 'pleaase Omi' s and 'I'll literally die if I don't get to go on' , he finally gave in. You led him through the bundles of screaming children and messy toddlers to the back of the ride. There were two seats you you sat on the inside.

The trolley continued on its course and you were sure to watch the guide and make sure she wasn't looking at your boyfriend. You caught her catching another glance at him and you frown.

You lean over to Sakusa and whisper in his ear. "Omi, my seat is so dirty and close that nasty toddler in front of me.. Can I sit on your lap pretty please?" You whispered in the soft and sincere tone that he loved.

He shakes his head but you completely ignore it in jealousy. You slip yourself onto his comfortable lap and grab the hand that were near his side and wrap them around your waist. He stifles his breath and looks at you a shocked reaction. He was lucky that he had his mask on at all times because your boisterous action were sure to make his cheeks as red as tomatoes.

The trolley trudges onwards and hits a few bumps on the way. Between bumps you rub yourself gently across his groin, he lets out a breathy groan and bites his lip in frustration.

The guide glances at you wild actions whilst sitting on Sakusa's lap. She turns away now feeling silly that she was even thinking about making a move on him.

Meanwhile you kept doing your silly little antics causing your boyfriend unbearable pain. It wasn't long until you felt his anticipation peak. You leaned you back against his chiseled chest.

"Awh, are you excited for the next bump omi babe?" You whispered smiling in your words.

"Oh, you really want to play this dirty game again hm?" He quietly snaps back at you.

"Feisty huh?" You rub yourself against him again. He hisses and catches his breath, not able to say another word.

Long story short he had you in the shower bend over and screaming his name. He managed to wash away your dirty actions and reprimand you for acting like a jealous and territorial brat.

HQ BOYS AS YOUR S/O—WHAT I IMAGINE THEIR INSTAGRAM WOULD BE LIKE

synopsis. hq! boys using instagram but they're down bad for you

ft. hinata shoyo, tsukishima kei, suna rintarou, kenma kozume

others. character! is aged up, hq timeskip! era

notes. idk i feel like this could be better but I'm too lazy to be bothered. this is just a silly little thought while i was drinking tea 😌

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HINATA SHOYO would post you a lot. He definitely has you on his profile picture; either it's your solo picture or a picture of you and him. His posts would only consist of four things: you, volleyball, his friend's, and himself (occasionally)—but there's more pictures of you in it than the three mentioned. His fans teases him and says that his account basically turned into a fan page of you. His bio would be in between something so sweet or so cheesy. He'll probably have a corny quote.

“Romance is icing, but the love is the cake—@your_username”

“my love: @your_username”

“My sunshine forever & always @your_username”

TSUKISHIMA KEI rarely posts you. It's not that he doesn't want to, it's just that. . . He likes having his privacy with you. but when he does post you, his fans go berserk. It's a rare opportunity for him to post you (I strongly believe he'd post you in special occasions; like anniversaries, special holidays (if you celebrate), or winning his games), so of course, everyone will have a field day about it. And when he posts you it's not just a simple picture, he'd have a full on note for you.

“Thank you @your_username for everything you do for me—for all the support you give me whether it may be coming to my games, cooking me good food, saying the exact words I need to hear, or even simply just your presence by my side. Thank you for being with me through everything. This 3rd year anniversary won't definitely be the last anniversary we'll celebrate—so here's to more love that I'll give you, pipsqueak. I love you always.”

SUNA RINTAROU post you way too much. He'd have at least five highlights about you; one for his favorite pictures of you, one for him and you, one for your unflattering pictures, one for very special occasions that he's with you, and one for videos he took of you. And he doesn't just post you on his stories, he also has tons of pictures of you on his main post. If hinata has three things he post, well, suna only has you on his instagram. People often mistake his account for your account because of how much pictures you have in it.

“Café hopping with @your_username”

“She said that I should post this picture of her @your_username”

“Idk who this person is, do you? @your_username?” (*but his post is literally you)

KENMA KOZUME posts (sometimes) whenever he feels like it. he just generally doesn't post a lot. But he posts about you on random occasions. mostly post dumps about you, like what he did in a month with you. Or simply just random pictures of you (some unflattering and some aesthetically pleasing). And he posts with no caption, just you and your @. his fans are basically dehydrated from pictures of the two of you, so they also have a field day whenever he post about you. I'm pretty sure it'd even go trending on twt (x) at least once or twice.

“🤍 @your_username”

“out & about w/ @your_username”

“ily @your_username”

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hello tumblr people! i have come to seek help 😭 can anyone tell me what happened to this story & the author?? (in case somebody knows it lol)

so, there was this story on Quotev and it's title is TROUBLEMAKER (i forgot the author's name),, it's a haikyuu various x fem!oc. and it's basically about this girl: Sora, and her trademark is her pink hair. Her dad was a previous volleyball player (from what i remember he was a really good player too),, but her dad retired and became a baker (i think?). She has a brother and a cool mom too 👍

Basically the story just revolves around Sora and her interactions w/ the hq boys. I believe she was a journalist from Karasuno. And yeah. It was a good story. It was so funny and it made my heart flutter so many times and I just. . . I want to know what happened since I can't see it on Quotev anymore T-T

I deleted my old acc. there & was inactive for half a year hence why, I can't find it anymore. The story was actually completed, I think around the middle of 2023? I'm not sure. But it was just sooo goood!

So, does anyone know that story and what happened? Where's the author? Why can't I find it anymore 😭 help me pls

BOYFRIEND TEXTS

pairings. miya osamu x reader

synopsis. miya osamu is the loyl (love of your life) who's so down bad for you.

genre. fluff, romance, a bit of humour (?)

others. smau, text-fic, also ig format 💪, characters! are aged up, timeskip! miya osamu

notes. it's so hard to find those “miya osamu irl” pictures on Pinterest, I was actually about to cry (/hj) and not post this. It took me a long time to find a good one 😔

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HQ BOYS AS YOUR S/O—DATES THEY'D GO ON WITH YOU

synopsis. going on dates with the hq! boys

ft. kageyama tobio, akaashi keiji, miya atsumu, kuroo tetsurou

others. character! is aged up, hq timeskip! era

notes. am back baby 😎 i haven't been active in writing because I am OBSESSED w/ love & deepspace. it has me on a chokehold i fear 😔 i just need the snowfall embrace zayne card and life will be all GOOD but I'm broke and there's only like,, a day left so */cries

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KAGEYAMA TOBIO would like to go on an aquarium date with you. he'd hold your hand as he drags you around the aquarium. you two would have a game of picking out your guy's favorite aquatic animal in each section. but he would try to find the ugliest-looking fish and say, “Hey—it looks like you.” he'd laugh as you hit his arm, and you'd try to find another ugly fish to say the same thing to him. and when you two get to the dome you just sit and enjoy the sea-life that's swimming around you.

AKAASHI KEIJI wouldn't hesitate to go on library dates with you. you both love going on simple and intimate dates where basking in each other's presence is enough. so a library date is a no-brainer for the two of you. and it's not because he doesn't like talking to you, he just loves the feeling of having you near/beside him. you two could be doing your own thing, but he'll have his hand on you (your hand or your lap), or wrap his arms around you. he'd sometimes check on you and whisper, “Are you all right, love? You're so engrossed in the book you're reading. What is it about?”

MIYA ATSUMU would be down for a movie date with you. having a date at the cinema has practically become the two of you's go-to-date. especially at times if you two don't know where to go for your guy's date night, then you bet that he's already searching for the movies that are airing and booking a seat. he'd be the type to “accidentally” sip on your drink or eat from your popcorn. or if you're sharing a popcorn then he'd intentionally brush his hands with yours. he would also be the type to cling to you if he's feeling cold. if there's a part in the movie that's boring he'd start whispering to you like,  “This movie is so boring that I'm getting sleepy. Let's ditch this and go to the arcade instead.”

KUROO TETSUROU would bring you to those fancy dinners. don't get him wrong, he does prefer a simple dinner, but taking you out to fancy places just makes everything with you feel so intimate. it's not like he's flaunting his money to you, it's simply just him being so down bad and loving on spoiling you. he'd be the type to open the door out for you, pull out your chair for you before you sit down, hold your hands across the table, cut the meat up for you—and he'd just do everything you can do for yourself. he'd say something like, “I know you can do it on your own, but tonight please let me treat you like the Princess that you are.”

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DO FRIENDS FALL IN LOVE? | smau

pairings. iwaizumi hajime x reader

genre. romance, fluff, comedy, social media alternate universe, cousins-best-friend, friends-to-lovers, mutual pining, idiots in love, more tba.

synopsis.  When it comes to dealing with love and friendship there's always a line that one cannot cross; the line where everything starts to blur between the labels, each other's actions, and every word that's said. Yet it's that same line that tempts you—that pulls you in to stand near the line's edges and dangle your feet to see what it's like to stand in between them. You've always reminded yourself that being friends with him is okay. That you were better off that way. But one cannot truly lie to themselves all the time. So with a sad smile and a sigh all you could do was wonder, “Do friends fall in love?” Because a beating heart cannot be contained for long periods of time, especially if you're slowly falling for your friend Iwaizumi Hajime, who you swore not to love.

OR, in which, you slowly start to harbor feelings for your guy friend Iwaizumi Hajime—the same guy you swore not to catch feelings about.

warnings. timeskip! characters, characters are aged up!, it will all be sfw content throughout the whole smau, more tba.

status. on-going [ 080224 - ... ]

teaser i. | teaser ii. | teaser iii.

PROFILES. — WOMEN I LOVE 😘 | Seijoh Four™

[ ☆ ] — contains written parts

one. | 👀

two. | i am calm yes 😌

three.

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DO FRIENDS FALL IN LOVE? | teaser i.

pairings. iwaizumi hajime x reader

genre. romance, fluff, comedy, social media alternate universe, cousins-best-friend, friends-to-lovers, mutual pining, idiots in love, more tba.

in which, you slowly start to harbor feelings for your guy friend Iwaizumi Hajime—the same guy you swore not to catch feelings about.

warnings. timeskip! characters, characters are aged up!, it will all be sfw content throughout the whole smau, more tba.

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# notes !

✧ [l/n] [f/n] often video calls with The Girls whenever she's feeling homesick

✧ oikawa tooru sends her updates about Iwa whenever they're together (which happens to be almost every other day 💀)

✧ hanamaki takahiro did not, in fact, block you. YAY ! COUSINS !

✧ the 5th to 9th pictures are spoilers/sneak peeks from the future chapters aye 😎🤙

✯ mssg. ⟩ AND I LIVED !!! REVIVED AND ALIVE AND KICKING!!! ik it took me so long to finally start this smau (this is just a teaser WHAT WYM THERE'S MORE 😭) but anywho! i really hope u guys enjoy this smau (that's totally not properly planned,, whaatt ofc noottt)

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DO FRIENDS FALL IN LOVE? | teaser ii.

pairings. iwaizumi hajime x reader

genre. romance, fluff, comedy, social media alternate universe, cousins-best-friend, friends-to-lovers, mutual pining, idiots in love, more tba.

in which, you slowly start to harbor feelings for your guy friend Iwaizumi Hajime—the same guy you swore not to catch feelings about.

warnings. timeskip! characters, characters are aged up!, it will all be sfw content throughout the whole smau, more tba.

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✧ teaser ii and teaser iii is set in the past, while teaser i timeline is set near the present / the timeline of chapter 1. just an fyi because you might notice that the pfp's will be different

✧ don't sei is matsukawa issei's private account

✧ iwaizumi hajime rarely opens his twitter account, so he usually doesn't see the other's posts

✯ mssg. ⟩ NEW TEASER !!! AYEEE !!! sorry it's taking me so long to update this au 😭 but anywhoo~ did u notice the changes i did? 😏

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DO FRIENDS FALL IN LOVE? | teaser iii.

pairings. iwaizumi hajime x reader

genre. romance, fluff, comedy, social media alternate universe, cousins-best-friend, friends-to-lovers, mutual pining, idiots in love, more tba.

in which, you slowly start to harbor feelings for your guy friend Iwaizumi Hajime—the same guy you swore not to catch feelings about.

warnings. timeskip! characters, characters are aged up!, it will all be sfw content throughout the whole smau, more tba.

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# notes !

✧ this happened just two months after [l/n] [f/n] moved abroad

✧ iwaizumi hajime is very close to [l/n] [f/n] as well as her cousin, hanamaki takahiro

✧ being friends with alisa haiba led you to be well acquainted with the nekoma volleyball team (& yamamoto akane)

✧ because of [l/n] [f/n]'s closeness to iwaizumi hajime, his sister hatsume treats [f/n] as her older sister

✯ mssg. ⟩ THE LAST TEASER FINALLY !!! now we're moving on to the profiles!! I'll probably post the two profiles at the same time. idk I'm still thinking about it hm

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BOYFRIEND TEXTS

pairings. oikawa tooru x reader

synopsis. oikawa tooru aka your clingy boyfriend who seems to want to be attached to the hip with you

genre. fluff, romance, a bit of humour (?), oikawa is clingy :/

others. smau, text-fic, also ig format 💪, characters! are aged up, timeskip! oikawa tooru, reader is in university

note. hi! I'm still alive... ad currently obsessed with seventeen 😭👍

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DO FRIENDS FALL IN LOVE? | profiles. — WOMEN I LOVE 😘

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[L/N] [F/N] ; cousin of hanamaki takahiro. lived in abroad (canada) for three years to take special studies for Graphic Design (she majored in art), and is now currently working at a gaming company as an animator. lives a quiet life but also enjoys the chaos surrounding her because of her cousin and friends.

ALISA HAIBA ; two years older than [f/n]. she's the same age as the Seijoh Four™. you befriended her when you were in your first year of high school and she was in her third year of high school. currently works as a model in a modeling company (she was scouted for being pretty (so real))

NAKASHIMA MIKA ; is the same age as you. you two were classmates since first year to your last year in high school so you just kind of became friends. is mostly quiet and reserved but can be funny as well. is obsessed with music and otome games. currently has a job as a game developer.

IWAIZUMI HATSUME ; iwaizumi hajime's younger sister (younger than him by three years). you met her through Hajime and Hanamaki. she treats you like her older sister and you treat her like a little sister even though she's only younger than you by a year. currently has two jobs; in a cat café and a flower shop.

✧ alisa haiba has a love-hate relationship with her job because modeling can be quite toxic but she can't quit since her company is giving her a good salary (unlike other agencies).

✧ nakashima mika also enjoys photography (like alisa) and painting (like [f/n]).

✧ iwaizumi hatsume has an adopted cat named Kuma.

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DO FRIENDS FALL IN LOVE? | profiles. — Seijoh Four™

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IWAIZUMI HAJIME ; has a sister named Iwaizumi Hatsume. His current job is a Web Developer (and he makes good money out of it lol). has his own apartment but goes to his parents house from time to time. lives a lonely life - per his friend's words. he may seem cold / indifferent but he cares about his family and friends a lot.

OIKAWA TOORU ; your resident matchmaker and troublemaker (1/2). he initiates all of the chaos half of the time, especially if it involves [f/n] and hajime. he's nosy so he often gets involved in other people's bussines... but he does give one of the most solid pieces of advice. is currently working in the entertainment industry as a model (he got scouted).

HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO ; [l/n] [f/n]'s cousin but acts like her older brother. tries to settle all the chaos [f/n], issei, and oikawa does but... he enjoys watching all the chaos unfold as well, so he'd let them be most of the time. knows everything from both sides of the party (meaning he knows lots of info about hajime and [f/n]). currently working as a game developer.

ISSEI MATSUKAWA ; your resident matchmaker and troublemaker (1/2). matsukawa initiates trouble wherever he goes—be it online or not, you know he's brewing something suspicious. is obsessed with Kpop especially TWICE (his bias is Sana). works as a bartender in a famous restobar in the city.

✧ oikawa tooru's new found hobby is walking at the beach to relax.

✧ hanamaki takahiro both follows [f/n] and hajime's public and private account.

✧ issei matsukawa has only been hit on thrice since working as a bartender. yes, he's keeping count.

✯ mssg. ⟩ they all have a private account since [f/n]'s friend group and hajime's friend group are mutuals so... ://

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DO FRIENDS FALL IN LOVE? | one. — 👀

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✧ the Seijoh Four™ (minus one) is the most chaotic and energetic trio

✧ while hanamaki was driving, oikawa stole his phone to talk to [f/n]

✧ the first and second picture is in maki's pov

✯ mssg. ⟩ IT'S STARTING ACCCKKKKGWIKCOEF !! AND ALSO, I'M BACK !! So sorry for being gone for a while, I was just busy this past week

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DO FRIENDS FALL IN LOVE? | two. — i am calm yes 😌

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✧ white mode is in [Name]'s pov ,, dark mode is in Iwaizumi's pov

✯ mssg. ⟩ I lived! and have returned 😔 finally. I'm sorry for taking so long to update. i got busy with work ;-;

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Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 6

Title: the eagle, the seagull, the crow, and the Brazilians

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 5.3k (whoops)

Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: this one’s a bit of a slow burn (more so than the usual hehe), but I promise it gets better near the 2nd half! There’s not much drama in this chapter, but I think y/n deserves a bit of a break ya feel? Enjoy, my dudes

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Tonight is a special night because it’s ‘Create Your Own Onigiri’ night! Your boss decided to hold this small event to try something new and allow his customers to have some fun in the process. There are laminated onigiri instruction sheets on each of the tables as well as a small customized menu created for this event specifically. You helped him post a couple announcements on social media about the event a week prior to inform the public, and so far, things have been going smoothly.

Osamu is mainly in the kitchen prepping any ingredients for the customers and you’ve been standing at the register as usual. You are pleasantly surprised at how much everyone was enjoying making their own onigiris, and it seems like people of all ages were having fun.

“Welcome to Onigiri Miya!” You greet automatically with a bright smile as the front entrance slides open. A group of very physically fit men walk into the shop with large sports duffel bags slung across their shoulders. Despite the slightly intimidating aura the group gave off, one of the males walked inside with a young child hugging his arm. You scan over all of them briefly and your eyes widen as you make eye contact with Ushijima whom you just met a little over a week ago when the Shiratorizawa alumni visited.

You gave the tall volleyball player a small smile. “Hey, Ushijima-san! What brings you back so soon?”

“You assured me that I should bring my team, and we all wanted to participate in the event today,” Ushijima responded back. “My teammate, Romero-san, is not from Japan, so we wanted to find a restaurant with traditional food.”

“R-right…” You didn’t expect him to actually bring his team any time soon, but you’re still amused at how seriously he took your words from before. You can assume that the only foreigner in the group is the ‘Romero-san’ that Ushijima spoke of. There are probably hundreds of other restaurants the group could’ve gone to for a more cultural experience, so you’re a little giddy that he chose to come here. “Well, it’s good to see you again! I’d be more than happy to help your team have a good time here.”

To Ushijima’s left, another tall figure stood with a resting scowl. His gaze made its way to the kitchen where Osamu was and immediately lit up in recognition. Although, there might’ve been some confusion. “Miya-san, I didn’t know you worked here. Don’t you have practice right now?”

Your boss lets out a short laugh as he looks over his shoulder to look directly at the boy who spoke to him. “Wrong twin, Kageyama-san.”

“Ah.”

Kageyama looks down and glares at the floor mildly distressed at his mistake. There’s a part of you that wants to laugh at his reaction, so you do so internally. Suddenly, you feel someone staring at you, so your eyes shift over in that direction to a male with white hair and round eyes. His stature and overall mannerisms reminded you of a certain orange haired ball of sunshine, so you couldn’t help but stare back a bit longer than you intended. There was a sudden shift in his demeanor and his eyes narrowed at you.

“Why you staring? Is it ‘cause you’ve never seen a volleyball player my height? You’re impressed by the Hoshiumi Korai, right?” The boyish male lifted up his hands as if trying to intimidate you, but in your eyes, he seemed completely harmless.

With a sweet smile, you calmly reply back to his accusations. “Sorry about that. You just remind me of a good friend of mine. He also plays volleyball, and you’re both around the same height. I haven’t seen you play before, but I’m sure you’ve worked hard to get to where you are now regardless of your height, Hoshiumi-san.”

You know you’ve startled him with your kind and composed response when he freezes in place for a couple seconds before dropping his arms back to his sides abruptly and looking away to hide a small grin.

The last two people in the group, whom you assume are father and son, seem to be in their own worlds as they converse quietly. Now seems like a good time to let everyone get settled in, so you step away from the register and gesture for them to follow you. “ My name is (Surname) (Name). You guys can follow me! There’s a table over there that can fit all five of you. Then, I can explain how things are gonna work for today.”

Once the guys all settle in, you stand at the end of the table and point at one of the instruction sheets as well as the menu. “You can pick 2-3 ingredients for your onigiri! One of the ingredients will include meat or seafood and anything else can be a vegetable, seasoning, or both. All of the prices are written down on the menu and there are written instructions on how to make your own onigiri with pictures as guides. Feel free to call me over if you need clarifications. Any questions?”

Multiple heads shake at the same time. You pull out a tiny notepad and pen from your pocket and prepare to take orders. “Great! Then, what can I get for you guys?”

Romero lifts one of his arms to get everyone’s attention and begins to speak somewhat broken Japanese, “Order whatever! I will pay!”

After that declaration, you jot down all of the ingredients that the group orders including some refreshments. “Alrighty! We’ll set up all your ingredients soon on the counter. Once everything’s ready, there’ll be trays for you to take back to your table.”

You bow your head and stroll back behind the counter to relay the order to Osamu. As you’re helping set up some ingredients that don’t require any cooking, you notice that your boss frequently steals glances at the volleyball team with starstruck eyes and curiosity pokes at your mind. “What’s got you looking excited like a kid on Christmas?”

Osamu quickly turns around to face you while holding a spatula in one hand and tongs in the other. Leaning down to keep the conversation between the two of you, he unconsciously lifts both kitchen utensils up in the air with enthusiasm and flashes a childlike grin. “That’s Nicolas Romero! He’s a really famous world class volleyball player from Brazil. My brother and I used to watch him on TV all the time when we were younger, so it’s kind of crazy to see him in person!”

There’s a slight leap in your heart as you watch Osamu’s eyes brighten in joy but choose to ignore that strange feeling for the time being. “Now that you mention it, I think I saw a couple posters and billboards with his face on them when I was in Brazil.”

“I was really surprised when ‘Tsumu told me he was coming to Japan to play for the Schweiden Adlers. I never thought he’d come to my restaurant though!” Your boss is quite awestruck at the idea that such an important figure from his childhood was about to eat food that he cooks himself and it’s enough to elicit a giggle from you.

It’s not long before all the ingredients are set up on four large trays along with a couple beverages. You face the group of males and raise a hand next to your mouth. “Order’s ready for Romero-san!”

Romero stands up from his seat and pats his son on the head to stay put before gesturing at Kageyama to follow him. “Tobio, help me bring the food?”

“Of course, Romero-san!” The setter shoots up from his spot with a zealous expression and immediately follows behind his teammate like a baby duckling. When the two arrive in front of the counter, they give you a short thanks and take their trays back to their table. Osamu subtly glimpses at his childhood idol but quickly looks back down with a flustered expression when he notices you sending him a smirk of your own.

With everyone pretty much settled in, you decide to walk around to the other tables to see if anyone needs any assistance or if they have any questions. You return back to the register after a couple of minutes ready to sit down and take a quick break, but you notice a couple drinks sitting on the counter. The volleyball team must have forgotten to take them when they took their food. Since you didn’t have much to do at the moment, you decide to take the drinks to their table yourself.

With arms full of beverages, you walk up to the Adlers. “Hello, sorry to interrupt, but you left your drinks on the counter. I just thought I’d bring them for you.”

Romero takes the drinks from you and then distributes all of them to each person after sporting a grateful smile. “Ah, thank you!”

You’re about to walk away, but the sight before is almost too ridiculous for you to look elsewhere. All of the men are in the process of creating their onigiris, but each creation looks quite...interesting.

Ushijima’s onigiri is one very large globular rice ball, which distinctively resembles a volleyball, with a few sesame seeds sprinkled at the top. Hoshiumi’s onigiri almost looks like it’s about to explode with how much meat was piled inside the rice and probably would’ve fallen apart if he didn’t have it enclosed around both of his hands. Kageyama’s onigiri is of a decent size, but he must’ve put too much pressure when shaping the rice because it just looks like mush with obvious handprints. Romero is the only person at the table who was able to make a normal onigiri, but everyone seems to be enjoying their time so you don’t think Osamu needs to come over and help.

You finally look at the young child sitting next to his father and tilt your head in confusion when you notice that he’s not participating or eating anything his father made for him. With slight concern, you turn towards Romero. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but is your son not fond of the food? I could offer some other ingredient options?”

“Oh, that’s okay. Everything is perfect!” Romero replies with a knowing look. “Rubens is just a little grumpy since he misses his mother. She met new friends at an onsen and they invited her out to go shopping today. Thank you for asking, though.”

After living in Brazil for a couple months, you were able to pick up on some Portuguese. You’re not in any way fluent yet, so when the older man briefly speaks to his son, you can only make out Romero asking Rubens if he wanted a different onigiri and that he needed to eat to be healthy. The boy’s pout deepens and just simply states that he was bored. Romero sends you an apologetic smile, and you just wave your hand to let him know that you understood.

A sudden idea pops into your head. “Romero-san, is your son allergic to anything? I have an idea to help Rubens enjoy himself more. Would you mind if I try to make your son something?”

“Go for it! My son does not have any allergies, but he does love pork!” Romero nods his head in approval.

You quickly make your way back behind the counter and peek over Osamu’s shoulder as he stands in front of the stove. “Hey boss, do you mind if I try to make something for Romero’s son?”

“Sure. I don’t think anyone needs any help or anything at the moment, so you’re free to do whatever you’d like,” Osamu replies nonchalantly and you tap his arm gratefully.

Situating yourself in front of the counter surrounded by ingredients, you momentarily think about what you want to do. You make the final decision to create two designs for the onigiris that you think Rubens might like. After washing your hands, you gather up all the ingredients you need and even snatch some extra pork from Osamu’s pan. After a couple minutes of putting together the onigiris, you place them on a plate and examine your creations.

The first onigiri resembles a simplified stegosaurus with meat substituting the spines of the dinosaur and some sesame seeds throughout the body for texture. The second onigiri is just a regular rice ball with pork and vegetables, but a couple irregularly shaped pieces of nori are scattered across the surface to resemble a dinosaur egg. Both onigiris lie on top of a small pile of bonito flakes to act as a nest.

You take the plate of food to where Rubens is sitting, a bit nervous since you aren’t sure how he’s going to react. Everyone else at the table just watches curiously as you place the onigiris in front of the young child and his eyes widen. He’s practically mesmerized by his dinosaur themed meal and even some of the other guys are impressed.

Rubens quickly turns towards his father and whispers into his ear. Romero chuckles and pats his son’s head lovingly before facing you. “My son wants to know how you did that. He absolutely loves it.”

A sigh of relief leaves your lips at your successful attempt at making the child happy. The only problem was that you were still in the middle of work, so you didn’t know if you could spend any more time here. Coincidentally, Osamu seemed to have overheard everything for the last couple minutes from his spot in the kitchen. “Hey, (Name)-san. If you wanna take a quick break and spend some time with the kid, I don’t think there would be any problem with it.”

You’re really grateful for Osamu’s leniency, but a part of you still feels bad as you turn to look at him. “Are you sure? I don’t want to skip out on my job so suddenly.”

“Don’t worry about it. The boss said it’s all good.” Osamu gives you a reassuring smile and you take it as your cue to grab an extra chair off to the side and sit beside Rubens. You’re about to grab some rice to begin teaching the boy, but a slight tug on your sleeve makes you freeze in place. As you look to your side, you see Kageyama’s hand near your shoulder and there’s an intense look in his eyes.

“K-Kageyama-san, would you like to learn too?” You ask a bit surprised. Your bewilderment is replaced with amusement when he nods at you furiously and you almost laugh out loud at his excitement.

“Oh! Me too! Me too!” Hoshiumi intervenes enthusiastically and even Ushijima seems to be interested. These guys sure were something else.

In the end, everyone in the group was watching as you demonstrated how to make different designs with the onigiri rice. Rubens finally succumbed to his hunger and began to eat his dinosaur meal, so you were left to attend to the grown up men who listened to you eagerly like school children, aside from Romero who needed to step outside to answer a call from his wife.

“Alright! Now that you have some of the basics down, why don’t you each try to make your own? Just to keep it simple, we’ll all choose a single design. Any ideas as to what you guys want to make?” There’s a brief silence as everyone tries to think of something doable. Suddenly, Ushijima lifts up his phone and an image of what you recognize to be Japan’s adorable volleyball mascot* is shown. You sweatdrop as Hoshiumi and Kageyama clap in agreement at the volleyball player’s obvious, yet adorable selection.

Other than having to give a few pointers to Hoshiumi and Ushijima, it seems like they were doing a pretty decent job at making the character. The one who was truly struggling was Kageyama. He was still putting too much pressure when molding the rice. As he continues to squeeze the rice excessively, you gently place your hands on top of his slender fingers.

“You’re putting too much force in your hands, Kageyama-san. Here, loosen your grip a bit and I can show you.” With that said, Kageyama lets go of his vice grip and allows you to guide his hands over the rice. The two of you stay like that for a couple more seconds until you successfully make a circular rice ball. As the male opens his palms upward with your hands still wrapped around his, his eyes sparkle in amazement.

Kageyama bows his head gratefully and when he looks back up at you, you’re taken aback by the amount of admiration flooding his expression. Your body stiffens when he quickly puts down the onigiri and clasps your hands between his. “Thank you, (Surname)-san!”

“N-No problem.” You feel a bit of heat creep up your cheeks with the way Kageyama was holding your hands so delicately.

The moment doesn’t last long, however, when you suddenly feel someone’s fingers graze the side of your face and a sticky feeling is left on your skin. When you look to see who the culprit is, your eyes fall on the youngest person at the table with one of the most terrified expressions you’ve ever witnessed. Almost immediately, Rubens starts apologizing in broken Japanese similar to the way his father has been speaking, “S-sorry! Sorry! Sorry!”

While you were busy working with Kageyama, Rubens had finished eating and wanted to make his own onigiri since he was still a bit hungry. He wanted to grab more rice from the bowl next to you but misjudged his movements and accidently touched your cheek with his sauce covered fingers. The child felt absolutely horrified and was afraid that you’d hate him for this.

Using a napkin, you wipe off as much as you can from your cheek and then proceed to lower yourself onto the ground to get to the child’s eye level. Mustering up your brightest smile, you try your best to reassure Rubens who looks like he’s about to cry. “Hey, hey! It’s okay, Rubens! I’m not mad.”

You spend the next couple minutes cooing at the sniffling young boy, and once you’re sure that Rubens is no longer going to cry, you sit back down on your chair. You lift up a ball of rice to gesture that you want to help him make an onigiri and he nods his head. You make a traditional triangular onigiri but place two rolled up bonito flakes for eyes and a piece of curved rice on top of the nori to make it look like a bearded face. There’s an almost immediate shift in the child’s mood when you point at the design and then to the empty chair next to him because you had made an onigiri that resembled his father.

Both of your laughs fill the air and the whole situation resembles a heartwarming scene from an anime. You were too distracted to notice the multiple pairs of eyes watching the scene in captivation. Once Rubens starts to eat again, you look up to see some lingering stares. “Is everything alright?”

Two stoic faces avoid your eyes by looking down, while Hoshiumi snaps out of his trance. The white haired male sits up a little straighter before addressing you. “Hey, you’re pretty good with kids, (Surname)-san!”

“I’ve had a couple babysitting jobs in the past. I’m not perfect with kids, but I did pick up a few things here and there,” you respond back shyly.

At this moment, Romero walks back into the shop while pocketing his phone. “Sorry to cut our time short, but I think my wife is coming back home soon. I should start heading out with Rubens. You guys can stay longer if you’d like.”

“That’s okay, Romero-san. I think we’re all ready to leave as well.” Kageyama lifted up his tray which spurred the rest of the other guys to do the same. As everyone helps out in cleaning up their area, you head back to the register to receive the payments for the meal from Romero.

The guys were now all ready to leave, but your boss quickly grabs their attention after taking a glance at a certain framed object on the shop’s wall. “Do you guys mind signing some autographs to put up in the shop?”

“Of course!” Romero exclaims. The rest of the team complies as well and they each sign a piece of paper that will most likely be displayed by tomorrow. Once that’s done, the team stands in front of the exit with their belongings. Rubens tugs at his father’s arms to get his attention and Romero bends down to listen to what the boy wants to say.

“What’s up?....Name?....Onigiri Miya…”

You can’t make out anything other than a few words, so you’re thrown completely off guard when Rubens suddenly jumps up from his spot and waves his arms wildly at you. “Bye-bye, Mrs. Miya!”

You don’t even hear any of the other males voice their goodbyes and leave the shop as blood rushes through your ears and your face flushes into deep crimson color. It seems like Osamu wasn’t spared either as his cheeks explode with heat at the implication. Both of you stand in awkward silence for a few seconds to calm your hearts until Osamu musters up the courage to glance at you first.

His expression shifts a little as he stares at your face. Osamu then points at your cheek. “Oh, (Name)-san. You still got a little something on your face.”

Momentarily forgetting about feeling flustered, you realize that you might not have gotten rid of all the sauce from when Ruben accidentally touched your cheek. “What? I thought I got it all off. Why didn’t anyone say anything?”

You attempt to wipe off the sauce remnants, but fail to do so each time because you don’t know where it is exactly. Osamu grabs a clean towel from the top shelf and slightly dampens it under the sink before standing in front of you again. “I got you.”

Osamu lifts up the towel and starts to wipe at your cheek softly. When your head starts moving too much, he brings up his other hand and places it gently on your neck to support it. There must have been a lot more sauce left than you expected because Osamu continues to hold you in place for a couple more seconds, his eyes never leaving your face. Unconsciously, your own eyes drift around his features and you can’t help but admit how handsome he looked at the moment.

“Oh, young love~”

Both you and Osamu flinch back when you hear one of the customers that are still in the room say their thoughts. When you glance at the table where the voice came from, you see an elderly couple smiling at you while holding hands with one another in a loving manner. The previous blush you had comes back in full force as you remember that the two of you were not alone and in a somewhat intimate position together.

“T-t-thanks, Osamu-san!” You stutter and almost trip over your own feet as you start walking towards the bathroom with hurried steps. “I’m j-just gonna...um...go to the bathroom really quick!”

As you rush away from Osamu, he just watches your back disappear behind the bathroom door. He stands in place quietly as he processes what had just happened and there’s a foreign feeling in his stomach that he can’t explain. He simply turns his back to the bathroom and rubs a hand to his cheek to hide the smile that threatens to creep onto his lips.

Leftovers

You’re currently laying on your couch comfortably surrounded by pillows and blankets while watching a movie on your laptop. Today was your day off from work, so you planned to stay in for the whole day and catch up on some alone time. As much as you want to focus on your movie, your mind starts to wander off.

About two days have passed since you met the Schweiden Adlers volleyball team at Onigiri Miya, but they were still on your mind. Based on the tidbits of information you’ve gathered from Osamu, Adlers and MSBY were rival teams. It almost makes you want to laugh at how different the two teams were in terms of their dynamics and personalities, so you hope to see them play against each other one day.

Suddenly, the ringing of your doorbell interrupts your thoughts and you pause your movie. You stand up and walk towards your door in confusion. You weren’t expecting anyone to visit, so you’re a bit weary as you look through the peephole.

As if the universe knew what you were thinking about before, you’re surprised to see Sakusa standing outside your door with his usual face mask. Swiftly unlocking the door, you pull it open and greet your curly haired acquaintance.

“Hey, Sakusa-san! What’s-” You stop speaking abruptly when you notice two large bags in the volleyball players arms and they look fairly heavy too. “Oh, wow. Are those...for me?”

Sakusa just nods his head and you quickly open your door wider to let him inside to place the bags down. You’re extremely curious as to what the contents were since both bags were covered by tissue paper, even more so because Sakusa was the one to bring them to you. He places both bags onto your coffee table and you’re about to ask what they were for, but he beats you to it.

“Congrats,” Sakusa states with his usual impassive expression but there’s a hint of softness to his tone.

At this time, you’re completely perplexed. “Congrats for what?”

“For graduating.” Sakusa’s reply causes your eyebrows to shoot up. “This is from the team.”

“Oh...” You’re left speechless for a moment as you try to understand the situation and once everything finally clicks, a warm feeling encompasses your heart. “Um...thank you.”

You gaze at the gifts bags for a bit longer with various emotions swirling through your eyes before talking again. “...did the team send you because we live in the same apartment building?”

“Yeah.” Sakusa let out a sigh which made you laugh a bit, but it didn’t sound like he was necessarily bothered by the task.

The male briefly checks his phone and gestures that he needs to leave soon. As Sakusa starts to make his way back to the front door, you follow with light steps to see him out. “Let everyone know that I really appreciate this when you see them again for practice!”

He nods in acknowledgement and the two of you exchange goodbyes before you finally lock the door as he walks away. Without a moment to lose, you rush over to the large bags sitting on your coffee table with anticipation. Just from the first glance, you can tell that there are multiple things piled up, so you’ll just have to take things out one by one.

After removing the tissue paper from the bag on the left first, you pull out something large and fluffy. In your hands is a huge teddy bear that’s wearing an MSBY jersey while holding a small note card that says “Congratulations on Graduation!”. You immediately know who it’s from because the bear’s multicolored fur resembles the colors of Bokuto’s hair. You give the bear a tight hug before placing it next to you on the couch.

The next thing you take out is a miniature set of hand lotions with a small bottle of pepper spray taped onto it. There’s a small note on the bottle that says “It’s dangerous walking home alone at night”. There’s no indication of who the gift giver is, but you know that Sakusa would be the only one to pick out these specific gifts. As you move the package to the side, another small piece of paper falls to the ground. It must have been stuck to the bottom of the hand lotion set. When you pick it up, there’s another note that says “Thanks for the soup”. Your smile widens. It seems like you had guessed correctly.

The last gift from the first bag is a beautiful mug with a sunrise design printed onto it. There’s a Brazilian flag sticking out of the mug, which makes it even more obvious that the gift was from your dear friend Hinata. When you push aside the flag, there’s a limited edition Bouncing Ball keychain inside the mug as well with a cute handwritten card that says “Congratulations, (Name)-san! We should hang out one day to play some beach volleyball like we did in Brazil!”. Your cheeks were starting to ache at how much you were smiling as you reread the note several more times.

You reach out to the remaining bag and pull away the tissue paper. Your nose is immediately assaulted by a pleasing floral fragrance and when you look inside, a large bouquet of flowers comes into your vision. Once the flowers are in your arms, you notice the note sticking out between the petals. Placing the flowers on your lap, you open the small folded piece of paper which says “Hey there, sweetheart. You should’ve let me know you were having such a big moment in your life! I would’ve done so much more, but for now, enjoy these flowers. The irises mean accomplishment and admiration. The peonies mean good luck. The daffodils mean new beginnings. Congrats on your win against school!” You’re quite touched by the amount of thought that went into this gift and based on the nickname, you can safely assume that this is Atsumu’s gift. You didn’t take him as a flower type of guy, but he’s always full of surprises. Nonetheless, you mentally note that you need to buy a nice vase to place these wonderful beauties in.

You thought that would be the last gift since you’ve already opened everything from the four MSBY players, but when you glance into the bag one more time, there are still two remaining boxes. They have the same wrapping, so you assume that they are from the same person. Taking both of them out carefully, you notice that the larger of the two boxes has a note that reads “I know you said you don’t normally eat sweets, so I tried my best not to add too much sugar”. Wondering what the card meant about sweets, you slowly open the lid and see two small cakes positioned next to each other with icing that spells out ‘Tiramisu’ and ‘Dark Chocolate’ on the respective cakes. Your mouth waters at the sight of the homemade desserts, but you restrain yourself because you were even more curious as to what might be in the other mystery box.

When you finally open the last remaining gift, there’s another note inside that says “It’s never too late to celebrate. Congrats, (Name)-san”. When you look underneath the note, your jaw drops as you let out a gasp. Inside was a gorgeous silver charm bracelet that was minimalistic enough for you to wear wherever you went. If the note wasn’t a big giveaway, the tiny onigiri charm attached to the bracelet convinced you that Osamu was the one who had given you these gifts.

The next couple of hours are spent finishing your movie with all of your gifts surrounding you. The inside of your room now smells like a mix of flowers and peachy lotion. The MSBY teddy bear is secured between your arms as you drink warm tea from your new mug while taking a bite out of each cake.

You’re not sure whether or not you want to jump up in happiness or simply cry from the overwhelming emotions, but either way, you’re glad to have met such amazing people the past couple months.

You couldn’t wait to get back to work.

Japan’s volleyball mascot: y’all know that volleyball mascot right? The one Ushijima loves to draw and the one that Hinata has shirt of

A/N: oof you made it! Can we all just give a moment of silence for Rubens for being the best boi? also another moment for the nice old lady at the end ;)

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Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 7

Title: the fox’s den

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: Hey y’all! There’s gonna be quite a lot of dialogue in this chapter, but I hope it’s not too boring. I was really excited to write this chapter since Inarizaki is my favorite team :D Hope you enjoy!

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There was always something entrancing about the second half of the year when the green and gray streets transform into a multicolored wonderland as a response to the incoming shift of seasons. You admire the different shades of red, orange, and yellow that litter the ground that you’re walking on as you make your way to work. The only things going through your mind right now are serenity, peace, and-

“‘SAMU, YOU BASTARD!”

At the sudden voice, you almost trip on your own feet in surprise. Once you’re sure you won’t fall flat on your face, you look up and see two familiar twins right outside the front door of Onigiri Miya, clear irritation written on their faces.

“How could you say that?! Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now?” Atsumu yells at his brother while clenching his hands by his sides.

Osamu’s eyebrows are furrowed in distress. “I’m pretty sure I’m the one with common sense here. I’ve done what I can to convince you, but you just won’t listen to me!”

You start to worry now as you continue to watch the two glare at each other from where you’re standing a few feet away. You know it’s best not to interfere, but there’s a part of you that wants to stop them before things get out of hand. It seems like you don’t even have to make a decision as Atsumu’s eyes meet yours. “Hey, sweetheart! Come over here and tell this tasteless scrub that he’s wrong!”

“Who you calling a tasteless scrub, you uneducated swine!” Osamu crosses his arms in disdain but softens his gaze when his eyes land on your approaching figure.

“Hold up. What are you guys even talking about?” You try your best to keep your voice as relaxed as possible but still proceed with caution in case one of them were to blow up again in anger. 

What you didn’t expect, however, were the next few words that came out of the blonde’s mouth. “The best Disney princess is obviously Rapunzel, but ‘Samu doesn’t agree!”

“You just like her ‘cause she’s blonde! Clearly, Belle is the superior princess!” The other twin spits back.

You pause for a moment to process the situation. That’s...not exactly what you expected when you first saw them arguing outside of the shop (and quite loudly too). A deep sigh leaves your lips as the two childish men in front of you continue to banter.

“Oh yeah?!” Atsumu suddenly directs his attention on you and places his hands on your shoulders for emphasis. “Sweetheart, who do you think is the best Disney princess?”

Already feeling an incoming headache, you just say the first thing that pops into your mind in hopes of stopping this madness. “Oh, uh...I don’t know. I think Mulan is pretty badass.”

The twins go silent as they contemplate your response for a brief minute. It seems like you gave a satisfactory answer because they both make eye contact with each other and nod their heads. Their strange twin telepathy is something you’ll never understand. 

No longer having the patience, you just brush off Atsumu’s hands and use your spare key to open up the front entrance of the shop. The two men just follow you inside and the blonde is the first one to break the silence in a much calmer tone than before. “Okay, fair. But, I really do think-!”

Atsumu halts his footsteps as you and Osamu just glance at him confused. The blonde gasps dramatically as he stares at the new additions to the shop’s walls. “HEY! Why do you have their autographs on your wall?!”

Not wanting a part 2 to the previous fiasco, you just head over to the back room to put your belongings away and get yourself ready for work. Securing the cap on your head, you walk out of the room and stroll to your spot on the register. It seems like Atsumu is a lot more fired up than usual because he’s still arguing with his brother. 

It took everything in Osamu to keep his voice at a normal level while responding to Atsumu’s pettiness. “They came over to eat one day and I thought it would look good for the shop.”

“Don’t you know that we’re ultimate rivals?! You can’t be siding with the enemy!”

“They’re your rivals, ‘Tsumu. Everyone’s technically considered a customer to me.”

“Traitor!”

You swear you saw puffs of smoke pop from Osamu’s ears from his frustration. You were about to place a hand on his shoulder in hopes to keep your boss from throwing something at his brother, but a smooth voice interrupted the tension in the room.

“Calm down, Atsumu.”

You and Osamu jumped in surprise, while Atsumu let out a startled yelp at the unexpected guest. The three of you turned toward the front entrance to see who showed up an hour before opening. Although you only heard one voice, three tall figures in casual clothing stand at the doorway. They step inside the building and you vaguely remember seeing their faces in a picture Osamu once showed you from high school.

The person in the middle of the group brushes away a couple strands of his gray hair with black tips while his other hand sits on top of the handle of a small suitcase. The one on the left has a built body with dark skin sporting a kind smile. The one on the right has a lanky body and long fingers that reach up to his face to cover a yawn on his bored expression.

If you remember correctly, Osamu had told you about some of his former teammates and the ones standing in front of you were Kita Shinsuke, Ojiro Aran, and Suna Rintarou.

The twins brighten in recognition and make their way over to the newcomers. “Kita-san! Aran-san!”

“I’m here too, you know.” Suna comments.

All of the guys greet one another in the middle of the room with smiles on their faces. You’re not really sure what to do since you’re the odd one out.

You stand off to the side behind the counter awkwardly, but you are interested in their little group dynamic. The Inarizaki alumni all hold completely different demeanors and postures, but one thing that they all share is that all of them are incomprehensibly attractive in their own way. Why are all of the former and current volleyball players that you’ve met so far like this?

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize that you’ve been staring at Kita in particular for a couple minutes. He must have felt your eyes on him because he momentarily looks away from his current conversation to make direct eye contact with you. You let out a small squeak after getting caught staring, but it doesn’t seem like Kita is bothered at all.

“Ah, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to ignore you.” Kita leaves his group to walk over to where you are and this catches the attention of the other four males as well. 

“It’s no problem! I wanted to give you guys room to catch up.” You lift up your hands to wave off his apology and give Kita a bright smile as you speak. “It’s finally nice to meet the oh-so-praiseworthy rice provider for the shop, Kita-san.”

Your reply elicits a soft laugh from the man’s mouth. “Nice to finally meet you too, (Surname)-san.”

“You know my name?” You ask, surprised.

“Aside from looking at your name tag, yes. I’ve heard some things about you from the twins,” Kita answers.

Your cheeks turn a bit pink in embarrassment because you completely forgot that you were wearing your name tag for work. Your embarrassment doesn’t last for long, however, when you quickly realize what Kita had just implied about the twins. You shoot an intimidating look at the two culprits and neither of them meet your gaze. “They talk about me?”

“Only good things. No worries.” Kita tries his best to reassure you that there hasn’t been any slander against you, but you still feel a bit insecure.

Knowing that feeling this way is probably unnecessary, you just resort to a little bit of teasing. “I don’t worry so much about Osamu-san. It’s the other one that needs to be kept in check.”

“Hey!” Atsumu’s head quickly turns to your direction at your very obvious accusation.

Suna snickers while ignoring his friend’s outburst. “She’s a smart one.”

“Hey!”

Aran chuckles in amusement and Osamu just smiles at his brother’s distress. You try to fake exasperation by placing a hand on your cheek and Kita’s smile falters as he catches something from the corner of his eye. The charm bracelet that you received from Osamu is secured to your wrist with the small onigiri charm shining under the fluorescent lights.

 “Oh, so you’re the one…”

You look back at Kita in confusion. “The one what?”

Kita hesitates for a moment before simply shaking his head in dismissal with a knowing grin on his lips. “Ah, it’s nothing.”

You’re bewildered by his mysterious response, but it doesn’t look like he wants to talk about it anymore, so you just brush it off for now. 

As everyone else continues their own conversations, Kita thinks back to a conversation he had a couple months back.

“The rice should be coming in a couple days, Osamu.”

“Sounds good, Kita-san.”

“Is there anything else you need?”

“Actually...I have a quick question.”

“What is it?”

“What would you...um...give to someone who just graduated that’s not so generic or meaningless?”

“...Are you asking for your coworker?”

“Scary! Are you sure you don’t read minds or something, Kita-san?”

“I don’t believe I can. But, to answer your previous question, if you want to give a gift that holds more meaning, I would say buy or make something that’s personal to both of you. It could be from a fond memory you share or a common interest. However, based on the positive things I’ve heard about her, she would probably appreciate anything you give her.”

“Hm…”

Kita is pulled out of his thoughts when he hears Osamu’s voice nearby. “I’ll get you guys the usual, right?”

The rest of the guys all nod their head and Aran makes the motion to take out his wallet. However, before he can do so, Osamu lifts up a hand to stop him. “No worries, Aran-san! All of this is on me!”

Atsumu’s ears perk up. “You’re not gonna make me pay for my food this time, ‘Samu?”

Kita looks towards Osamu and slightly tilts his head in confusion. “You make your brother pay for his food?”

“Always.” Osamu answers without hesitation and with one of the most deadpan expressions you’ve ever witnessed on him.

“I see.” Kita simply nods his head in understanding. “It would be detrimental to your business if you gave things out for free too much.”

Atsumu grabs onto his former captain’s arms in exasperation. “Kita-san!”

A quiet giggle leaves your mouth at the scene in front of you. It seems like the twins are a bit more competitive and bicker more often when their former teammates are involved. Seeing this side of Osamu amuses you since you’re more used to his laidback nature.

Eventually the brief comical moment calms down and Osamu begins to prepare all of the food. Kita and Atsumu seemed to be in their own world, so you decide to try and speak with the other two people in the room that you have yet to be acquainted with.

Suna and Aran seem to have been thinking the same thing because they are already walking up to the counter in your direction. Suna raises his right hand in greeting, while Aran gives you a polite smile before speaking, “You must be (Surname)-san. Apologies for taking so long to greet you.”

“No worries.“ You wave off the apology. “You guys were also teammates with the twins in high school right? The only thing I really know are your names. What were your positions?”

“I was a wing spiker. I’ve actually known the twins since we were in elementary school,” Aran replies.

You clap your hands together in realization. “You guys are childhood friends then! I’m surprised you haven’t come up in my conversations with them more.”

“Those two were always running around all over the place just to compete against each other, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they don’t remember half of the things they experienced in school.”  Aran lets out a deep sigh, but you couldn't detect any real annoyance. 

If the counter wasn’t in the way, you definitely would’ve patted the man on the shoulder. “Well if you’re as patient and calm as you are now with their antics for all those years, then you definitely deserve the appreciation, Ojiro-san.”

“You deserve it just as much since you see at least one of them almost every day now.” Aran sends you another kind smile and you can’t help but mirror it.

Not wanting to leave out Suna from the conversation, you turn your head towards the male who is just listening with his hands shoved into his pockets. “What about you, Suna-san? What was your position?”

“Middle blocker. Although, I did work as a part-time witness to the twins’ stupidity.” The stoic male smirks and looks at you in the eye. “Seems like you’ve taken up that job?”

You burst out laughing. “I can’t really deny that. We should be compensated for all this work.”

Suddenly, you feel a heavy weight on your shoulder that catches you off guard. When you look up, Osamu’s elbow is leaning on your shoulder and there are pieces of rice stuck to his fingertips. He has one of his eyebrows raised in suspicion. “Hey, why do I get the feeling that you guys are talking behind our backs?”

Suna looks directly at Osamu with his usual expression. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Feeling a bit playful, you also answer with the same deadpan tone. “Yeah, we’re just bonding over some relatable stuff.”

Suna takes one of his hands out of his pockets and raises it up next to you. Without hesitation, you give him a high five while holding back your smile. Aran just chuckles at the unexpected tag team between you and his former teammate. 

Before your boss could make any more comments, his phone dings from where it’s sitting on the counter between his work station and the register. Osamu seems briefly conflicted since his hands are covered in rice but quickly comes to a decision. “Hey, (Name)-san. You mind holding up my phone for me? I think it’s a message about a shipment for some ingredients we needed to restock.”

“Yeah, sure!” You pick up the phone and a picture of Onigiri Miya with a large ‘Grand Opening’ sign in front of the entrance illuminates the lock screen. “Oh, you have facial recognition. I’m gonna have to borrow your face for a bit, Osamu-san.”

Osamu leans down as you place the phone in front of him for a couple seconds, but nothing happens. You try to angle the screen differently and wait a little longer, but it’s still not unlocking. Across the counter, Atsumu watches the two of you struggle through a few more attempts before losing his patience. “Just put the phone up to my face. It’ll probably work.”

A bit curious to see if the phone will actually unlock for the other twin, you move your arm to where Atsumu’s waiting. You keep the phone up for a few moments, but there’s still no response.

The blonde just stares at his brother’s phone in disbelief. “What the hell? Why isn’t it working??”

“Wow, even my phone can tell who the uglier brother is.” Yup. Osamu’s definitely feistier today.

“WE LITERALLY HAVE THE SAME FACE.”

The twins look like they’re about to start another round of unnecessary bickering. From the side, Kita sighs at the idea of having to intervene in yet another argument. He opens his mouth to stop the madness, but you beat him to it. You shove Osamu’s phone into his face again and surprisingly it unlocks. “Alright, guys. You can shut up now. I got it to work.”

Both Atsumu and Osamu shut their mouths immediately. They still looked a bit irked at one another, but no longer have the will to fight. Kita stares at you with shock. He’s never seen anyone other than himself dissipate the twins’ bickering so quickly and you haven’t even known them for as long as he has. Even Aran gives up at some point. Perhaps you are a much more important presence than he realized.

Clicking on the message notification, you lift up your arm just enough so that both you and Osamu can look at the screen comfortably. The message consisted of a picture of a shipment with a list of items. The list is barely legible due to the small font, so the two of you have to lean in closer to the screen. 

“The text is so small. Can you read anything?” You ask as you bring the phone closer.

Osamu squints and wipes one of his hands on a clean towel before placing it over your own to steady the phone. “Barely. Why did he send such a terrible picture?”

The close proximity and subtle touches between you and your boss do not go unnoticed. As you’re discussing the contents of the picture, Suna and Aran share a knowing look with each other.

After a couple minutes of trying to decipher everything in the message, you and Osamu have successfully written down a complete list of all the shipment contents on a napkin. Osamu pockets his phone and the napkin before turning to look at you. “Okay, I think everything’s all good. Thanks, (Name)-san.”

“No problem!” You rub your eyes from the slight strain and move back to where you were standing before while Osamu finishes up making the last of the group’s food. Suna and Aran just watch you both go back to whatever you were doing before as if your cheeks weren’t millimeters away from each other a few seconds ago. The two males make eye contact once again, but just shrug their shoulders.

“Food’s ready! Grab your onigiris and drinks. We can sit at the table for a bit.” Osamu announces to his friends. Your boss turns to you briefly as he starts going around the counter. “Wanna join?”

“No, that’s alright. You guys use this time to catch up. I can take care of setting up the shop on my own, so take your time.” You give him a reassuring smile and he returns a grateful one back.

While the guys chatted about their lives, you set up the chairs and checked each of the sauce bottles to make sure none of them were empty. About fifteen minutes went by and you now had a broom propped up against your shoulder after sweeping. On your way back, you pass by the table where everyone is still talking with one another. 

“I am funny! There just wasn’t anyone competent enough to get the joke!” It seems like Atsumu was yet again becoming a victim to the endless teasing of his former teammates because his face is slightly flushed and he’s fidgeting with pent up frustration. In hopes to ease his heated face, Atsumu roughly starts refilling his cup with ice water with a tight grip on the glass.

Suna shakes his head. “I thought it was funnier when you almost passed out from being overheated from the Jackasuke suit.”

“What?!” Atsumu abruptly stands up from his chair and in his haste, he doesn't realize that he had also raised his cup just as quickly causing the water to splash onto the nearest thing which just so happened to be you. “Oh shi-! (Name)-chan!”

The front of your shirt is entirely soaked and water drips down from your face and the tips of your hair. You mentally thank your boss for making the uniforms black. Lucky for you, your pants are completely dry because your apron took all of the damage. Aran, who is the next person closest to you, takes the broom from your possession and hands you a couple napkins to at least dry your face, but it’s definitely not enough to make a dent in your drenched clothes. 

Atsumu frets over you with a look of immense guilt in his eyes. “I’m so sorry, (Name)-chan! I-I didn’t mean to do that!”

“It’s...it’s okay. Just try not to lose your cool so easily next time.” You can’t really say you’re happy about your current predicament, but it wouldn’t do anyone any good if you lash out in anger. The running A/C is much more apparent now that it’s much easier to feel the circulating cold air and you start to shiver a bit.

Osamu catches your attention from the corner of your eye when he stands up from his seat. “You good, (Name)-san? You should probably go put on a jacket or something.”

“I didn’t bring a jacket or any extra clothes with me today.” You sigh at your misfortune at how something like this happens on the one day you don’t have your hoodie with you.

Osamu’s frown deepens at the growing unfortunate circumstances. “Ah, damn. We usually have extra shirts in the back, but I left them at home to wash.” 

You dread at the thought of either working with a wet shirt or having to walk all the way back to your apartment to change while suffering through the chilly breezes. However, the universe must be taking pity on you when you hear another voice join in. 

“(Surname)-san, I have some spare clothes in my suitcase.” Kita pats the suitcase that he had brought into the shop with him. 

You know that the best and most efficient way to get out of your misery is to accept his offer, but you’re still reluctant. “Oh no! It’s okay! I wouldn’t want to cause any trouble for you.”

“I don’t mind. It wouldn’t do you any good to go around with wet clothing. You might catch a cold, especially since the weather is becoming cooler.” Kita immediately brushes off any concerns you may have. He zips open his suitcase and grabs a simple navy sweater from his pile of folded clothes. There’s a slight pause when he holds out the shirt to you before continuing the conversation, “It would mostly cause Osamu to be very distressed.”

There isn’t much room for arguing, so you slowly take the soft sweater from the older male’s arms and nod your head in understanding. “Yeah, I guess he would have to work twice as much if I’m not able to help out.”

Kita blinks at your oblivious rationale. “...right.”

You hear a hint of something in his tone but don’t dwell on it for too long because another blast of cold air hits your body causing you to shiver again. Muttering a quick thanks, you rush to the bathroom to change. After peeling off your uniform shirt and bundling it up with your apron, you wipe off any water that remains on your skin before slipping on the borrowed sweater. It’s much larger and warmer than you thought it would be. After gathering the wet pile of clothes, you head out of the bathroom in your new attire. 

The table that everyone was sitting at is now completely cleared of any food and some of the guys are sitting at the counter while Osamu is washing all of the used dishes. Atsumu’s head is laying on the counter and still has distraught laced into his expression. He immediately stands up to apologize again when he hears you come out of the bathroom, but his words get caught in his throat when he sees you.

Kita’s sweater is definitely too big for your frame. The sweater reaches your mid thigh, but you’ve opted to fashionably tuck the front of it into your pants. The sleeves go past your hands only exposing your fingers and the collar reveals a sliver of your collarbone. The overall fit of the sweater creates an image that can make anyone stop and stare.

Atsumu’s ears redden at the sight in front of him and Osamu is frozen in front of the sink. Even Suna and Aran have briefly halted their conversation to stare silently. The only one who is visibly unaffected is Kita.

Kita decides to walk over to where you are and hands you an empty plastic bag. “You can place your wet clothes into the bag so it doesn’t get anything else wet. You can return the shirt to Osamu and he can give it to me before I head back home.”

“Ah, thanks! I’ll wash it tonight and give it to Osamu tomorrow when I come in for work.” You smile at him gratefully and do as he suggested. During the process, your sleeves roll down uncomfortably and you have to constantly pull at it so that it doesn’t get in the way.

Kita notices the way you are fidgeting and gives you an inquisitive look. “Are the sleeves bothering you?”

“Oh, um...just a bit, but it’s not too bad.” You reply.

The male just pulls the plastic bag away from your hands and puts it off to the side for the time being before holding out his own hands in front of you. “Here, let me help.”

You accept his assistance and hold out one of your arms to him. Kita calmly folds the sleeves to a proper length while you just watch quietly. Once he’s finished with one arm, he gently lifts the other and proceeds to fold the sleeve as well. 

The rest of the guys were just watching silently. The entire scene is almost like it’s from some kind of shoujo anime. Atsumu swears there is even a sparkling background with multiple flowers to match the sweet moment. There’s a strange feeling bubbling inside Osamu’s chest, but he chooses to look away and continue washing the dishes. You and Kita looked really good together.

“Thanks again, Kita-san!” Once Kita finishes up the last sleeve, you smile at him once again. “I guess I was lucky that you decided to visit so suddenly today or I might’ve been in trouble.”

“You’re welcome.” Kita returns the smile. “We were all busy on the twins’ birthday last week, so it’s a good thing we rescheduled to today.”

“What.” You blink once. It takes a few seconds for you to process what the man in front of you had just said, but once it clicks, a wave of shock passes through your body. “What?!”

You scramble over to where Osamu is avoiding your gaze and grab onto his arm. “Why didn’t you tell me your birthday was last week?!”

“Oh uh… it never came up?” A bead of sweat runs down the side of your boss’ face.

Still enraged, you swerve your head towards the blonde twin and point an accusing finger at him. “And you! I would’ve expected you to be all over having the attention!”

Atsumu shrugs his shoulder in an uncharacteristically nonchalant way causing you to drop your arm in confusion. “Meh, I’m not really all that big on birthdays. I thought my brother would’ve told you.”

When you look back at Osamu, his hand is rubbing at his neck sheepishly. “It was your day off and you looked like you weren’t feeling well the day before, so I thought it’d be best if you rested.”

You’re not sure if you should feel touched that he noticed that you weren’t feeling so great last week or upset that he didn’t think to tell you about such a special day. Your boss has also been pretty busy lately due to work, so there is a part of you that is understanding of the situation. There isn’t really anything you can do about it now since it’s already too late, so you just sigh in defeat.

Kita decides to intervene before you get even more upset. “No worries, (Surname)-san. There’s always a next year for birthdays. If you wanted to spend time with him, I’m sure just asking will suffice.”

“Indeed. Osamu would definitely not mind making time for you, (Surname)-san.” Aran adds.

Atsumu seems to be feeling a bit left out and chimes in, “Wait, but what about me? It was my birthday too.”

“It’s not like Osamu knows how to do anything but play volleyball and work. Might as well take him out somewhere nice.” Suna mentions while ignoring Atsumu’s outburst for the nth time today.

“Woah, guys!” Osamu’s face flushes a bit from the teasing. You laugh at the group's antics and feel your frustration melt away.

Suddenly, a phone alarm goes off and Kita pulls out his phone to shut it off. “Well, we should get going now. We wouldn’t want to be in the way of your business, Osamu. We’ll see you tonight with the rest of our former teammates.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you guys later.” Osamu replies with a wave of his hand.

“I have to get to practice too, so I’ll walk out with all of you.” Atsumu walks towards the exit with his hands folded behind his head. Aran and Suna get up from their seats to get ready to go as well. The two say their goodbyes to both you and Osamu before stepping outside to catch up with Atsumu.

Kita is the last one out, but before he closes the door he gives you one last glance. “It was nice to meet you, (Surname)-san.”

“You too, Kita-san!” Your lips curve upwards at being able to have met yet another kind person at work. Kita finally closes the door and now it’s just you and Osamu left in the shop. After having such an eventful morning, the peace and quiet is pretty refreshing.

Osamu looks at you from the corner of his eye thoughtfully. His gaze then shifts down to where his former captain’s sweater rests on your figure and he feels a twinge of irritation but keeps his expression neutral. “Are you sure you don’t want to go home and change? You live pretty close by too.”

You think for a moment but eventually shake your head. “Hm...no it’s fine. I wouldn’t want to miss work just to change into another shirt. I think my extra uniform needs to be washed anyway. Is there something wrong?”

“...no.”

“Jealous that I talked to your friends more than you?”

“N-no!”

A giggle escapes your lips when you hear your boss stutter. “You know you’re my favorite onigiri chef, right?”

“I’m the only onigiri chef you know.” Osamu points out and you giggle even louder. The male can’t even be upset because your laughs are quite contagious. Although, he does make a mental note to bring one of his own sweaters to keep at the shop from now on.

Leftovers

The Miya household is a simple two bed apartment with a decent view of the suburbs around the area. Both Miya twins are considered residents of the complex, but Atsumu usually stays in the dorm available for MSBY players. Today, both twins are in the apartment.

“‘Samu, I swear this shirt makes me look fat-...?” Atsumu barges into his brother’s room without knocking but cuts off his words when he sees his brother intensely staring at a pile of hoodies scattered on his bed. “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to figure out which hoodie I wanna keep at the shop.” Osamu responds distractedly.

Atsumu stares at him incredulously. “What? Just pick whatever. It’s not like you don’t go to work every day. Why does it matter? ”

Osamu pauses for a moment. “...for emergencies.”

“Whatever, man. I’m heading out to go buy some new volleyball shoes with Shoyo-kun.” The blonde shrugs off his brother’s strange behavior and chooses to just walk away since he needed to leave soon. He momentarily looks out the window and notices some dark clouds filling up the sky. “And, I’m taking your umbrella!”

Osamu doesn’t hear what Atsumu says and barely registers the slam of the front door because he’s too deep in thought. What was your favorite color again?

A/N:  Ouch. I realized that if you were to actually follow the haikyuu timeline, some of this wouldn’t actually make sense. BUT I don’t care :D Also, not me indulging on some Kita action cause I am whipped for this man (but not as much as Osamu hehe)

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Onigiri Miya Tidbits Last Chapter

Title: the cherry on top

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: i know this is supposed to be a gen fic, but my gosh i couldn't stop the couple lines of fluff. if you're not into that stuff, i am not apologizing cause y/n deserves only the best (; feel free to skip those couple sentences or gush over it once :D

Previous///Masterlist

The summer air is buzzing with excitement for the Tokyo 2020 Summer Olympics. Banners of the big sports event line the streets above all of the shops and stalls. The year may be 2021, but it seems like the event’s delay only fueled the nation’s anticipation.

The street you’re walking down hasn’t changed much in the past three years since you last worked in the area, so it doesn’t take long for you to spot the familiar Onigiri Miya sign. Nostalgia overtakes your senses when you reach your destination and slide open the entrance to the restaurant.

“Welcome to-! Oh, hi!” Your cousin Kimura greets you as you walk in and then swiftly turns around. “Boss, she’s here!”

Osamu looks up from the counter and smiles when he makes eye contact with you. He doesn’t seem to be busy at the moment, so you both walk towards the back of the room to stand in front of one another.

He gives you a small pout. “It’s been a while. I missed you, (Name).”

“Osamu, we went on a date last week.” You giggle at his expression and place a hand on his cheek. The two of you instinctively lean towards one another and share a sweet kiss. After parting, you look up at him to continue the conversation. “The Olympics is less than two weeks away. Of course, I’m gonna be busy. You know, ‘cause that’s like a big thing for sports? And, my job is also kind of big on sports?”

“I knooww, but you’ve been so busy with work,” Osamu whines.

“I just happened to get my job right before one of the biggest sports events in Japan. You can blame Kuroo-san for that.” You remember when you had called Kuroo a couple days after your graduation asking if he could still hook you up with a job offer. It didn’t even take a minute for him to pass the phone to one of his superiors. You’re still shocked to this day on how you were able to secure a job after how much you stuttered in that call. If he hadn’t helped you get your job, Kuroo would’ve been on your hit list.

“Speaking of jobs and sports, I’ll let you in on a little tidbit.” Osamu places a hand next to his mouth as if he were about to tell you some big secret. “I heard there’s a super competent sports nutritionist working with the men's’ national volleyball team.”

A laugh escapes your lips as he mentions your occupation. “Really? I’ve heard her say that Onigiri Miya is her favorite restaurant of all time and that she’s dating the owner.”

“Lucky girl.” Osamu shifts his legs so that he’s able to lean against the counter. “What made you choose being a sports nutritionist again? You originally applied for your program ‘cause you wanted to be an exercise physiologist, right?”

“My program had a pretty broad range of studies and all of the students were able to have some exposure to a bunch of professions before we ultimately had to choose. An exercise physiologist seemed pretty cool, but I really loved the dynamic of a sports nutritionist and how they work with athletes. And, I don't know, I guess sports and food just clicked?” You shrug your shoulders lightheartedly while Osamu nods his head in understanding.

Your conversation is cut off by your phone’s ringtone indicating an incoming call. When you look at the caller ID, you see Bokuto’s name with a silly picture of his nostrils that he had taken when he had given you his number. You take a seat on one of the counter chairs and give Osamu a confused look when he sits down next to you. “Aren’t you in the middle of work right now?”

Osamu shrugs his shoulders. “It’s been a slow day, and the few customers here are doing alright. I’m curious about how they treat you now.”

With a simple nod, you slide your finger over your screen to answer the call with an automatic greeting, “Hey, Bokuto-san. Did something happen?”

“(Surname)-chan!” Bokuto’s exclamation causes you to wince at the loudness. “I have a question!”

“What’s your question?”

There’s a brief rustling noise on the other end before Bokuto replies. “I know we’re supposed to be on a pretty strict diet, but Mori-Mori brought some tasty jelly snacks! Can I eat some?”

You sweatdrop at the childish inquiry. “Yeah, that’s fine. Ask Komori-san to bring some tomorrow as well.”

“Got it! Thanks, (Surname)-chan!”

Bokuto hangs up the call right after thanking you, and Osamu snickers at the interaction. “So, this is what it’s like being the nutritionist of the biggest volleyball team in the nation?”

“Oh, you have no-” You're interrupted by your phone’s ringtone once again. When you look at your screen, you see Bokuto’s name flash. With a sigh, you answer. “Hello?”

“(Surname)-chan! Yayaku brought some really delicious honey chips and I was wondering if I could eat those too? They look really good!” Bokuto asks fervently.

You bring a hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose. “Bokuto-san, you know you don’t have to ask me every time you want to eat something. I’m a nutritionist, not a mother. I just help you with your diet. Snacks are okay in moderation. I’m sure Yaku-san wouldn’t mind letting you have some.”

“That’s true…Okay, I won’t call you anymore today! Bye, (Surname)-chan!” Bokuto hangs up but not before you hear another voice in the background that screams ‘See? I told you!’.

Osamu finally lets out a hearty laugh as he watches you place your phone on the counter. “They sure keep you on your toes. Is work always like this?”

“Nah. They all have a pretty good amount of respect for me, so it’s actually really nice working with them most of the time. Although, I’ve had to wrangle in some of the guys before they did anything stupid.”

“I'd imagine it’s been pretty hectic considering the people you’ve been working with.”

“It’s...definitely a strange dynamic. Most of the guys on the team are pretty chill with a few exceptions. Atsumu’s the same as always, but at least I have Ojiro-san now to reel him in. Not to mention my co-worker, Iwaizumi-san, is a godsend.”

The man beside you raises an eyebrow at the unfamiliar name. “Iwaizumi? Can’t say I’ve ever heard of him before.”

“He’s the athletic trainer for the team. We work together to make sure everyone’s taking care of themselves.” You scroll through your phone and pull up a picture of your co-worker when he was helping some of the athletes with their stretches.

“Damn.” Osamu eyes the screen intently. “Should I be worried that he’ll steal you away from me?”

“Based on your reaction, I should be worried he’ll steal you away from me. Plus, apparently some of the guys have been secretly plotting for you and me to get together for the past three years and will make sure nothing gets in the way.”

You share another moment of laughter. You’re about to change the subject to ask him about the shop, but your phone rings for the third time today. When you check, you’re surprised to see a call from the man you were just talking about. “Speak of the devil.”

This time you answer with the speaker on so that Osamu can hear. “What’s up, Iwa-san?”

There’s a tired sigh from the other end before Iwaizumi finally speaks up. “They’re going insane over eating too many snacks, and they don’t want to get in trouble with you. It doesn’t matter what I tell them ‘cause they won’t listen to me. When are you coming back? I’m about to rip my hair out or punch someone.”

“I’ll be back in Tokyo by tomorrow, so you’re gonna have to hold them off until then.” You don’t hide the amused smile and Osamu audibly snickers.

“Oh, shit. Are you with someone? Sorry, to bother you on your day off,” Iwaizumi apologizes.

You let out a small noise of reassurance. “No, you’re good. I know it’s a handful to watch over them by yourself. You could probably get the coach to let them start a practice game or something to keep them distracted for the rest of the day.”

“Sounds good. Thanks, (Surname)-san. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

This time, you hang up the phone first and silence your ringer. When you face Osamu again, your heart flutters at the way he’s staring at you. He has one hand squishing into his cheek from being propped up on the counter making his face rounder, and his gaze is soft. He’s going to be the death of you.

“S-so, any news on the shop? I kind of miss working here. We went through quite a lot of...interesting experiences.” You curse at yourself silently for stuttering, but it seems like Osamu doesn’t think too much of it.

“Not really. We have been getting a lot more customers but nothing too crazy. It was honestly the craziest when you were around,” Osamu responds. For the next couple minutes, you both reminisce over the year you worked at Onigiri Miya with a couple added thoughts from the two of you.

Your first day of work. (“I’m sure Bokuto-san has figured out his taxes by now, right?”)

When you met Atsumu. (“Really? He told me you knocked over the eggs.”)

The MSBY welcome party for Hinata. (“I never let them into the shop with any form of alcohol after that. Even Sakusa-san’s sanitizers are a hazard.”)

When you met your favorite Youtuber. (“He won’t let me pay for his patreon. He just keeps giving me stuff for free! No, I’m not complaining.”)

The Shiratorizawa alumni reunion. (“I really didn’t mean to kick him that hard.”)

Meeting the Schweiden Adlers. (“Hey, don’t laugh at me. I admired Romero-san just as much as you admired Kozume-san.”)

Meeting Osamu’s high school friends. (“Yeah, I was jealous when Kita-san gave you his sweater.”)

The MSBY promotion day. (“Oh, stop pouting. It was an accident, Osamu. I always remembered to lock the door while changing after that.”)

When you were stuck because of a storm. (“A month? You had that hoodie in the back room for a month??”)

The big game day. (“Wow. You had yourself a whole harem- ow! That was a joke!”)

Your last day of ‘work’. (“I still have the card you gave me on my nightstand. Means a lot to me.”)

As you’re wrapping up your trip down memory lane, a phone suddenly rings. It can’t be yours since you’ve silenced it, and your suspicions are confirmed when Osamu takes out his phone from his pocket. He doesn’t seem to recognize the number, but answers in case it’s for work. “Hello? Miya Osamu speaking.”

A familiar voice shouts into the phone from the other end. “‘Samu! I wanna ask (Name)-chan something. I know she’s with you!”

“‘Tsumu? Who’s phone are you calling from?” Osamu asks.

“I...borrowed Yaku-san’s phone for a bit. (Name)-chan isn’t answering my calls, and I know you wouldn’t answer if you saw my number,” Atsumu whines. “Why is (Name)-chan ignoring my calls?!”

At your confusion, you pull out your phone. Surely enough, there are 3 missed call notifications from Atsumu. You and Osamu give each other a look of understanding before Osamu directs his attention back to his phone. “Because she has better taste in men. Don’t call again while she’s with me. Ask her tomorrow.”

“What?! I want to talk to her right now- gah! Yaku-san-!” The call cuts off right after you hear the blonde’s outcry. (He probably got caught by the libero and is going through hell right now. Rest in peace, Miya Atsumu.)

Once the call disconnects, the screen flashes back to Osamu’s lockscreen and a warm feeling encompasses you when you see that it’s the picture that you took on the day of the Adlers vs. MSBY game. “Your lockscreen is still that old picture?”

The male looks at his phone fondly. “Yeah, I couldn’t let it go. Yours is still the one from our first date, right?”

You nod your head and turn on your own lockscreen. As he said, it’s a picture of when you went on your first date to a food festival in Hyogo. Wide smiles adorn your faces while an ungodly amount of street food hangs from your arms. It was a good memory.

You wish there was more time to talk with Osamu, but it seems like the world is still against you when a large group of teens walk into the restaurant to order food. Kimura sends a look towards his boss and Osamu nods his head in acknowledgement. You both stand up from your seats and turn to face each other.

“Looks like our time’s up,” Osamu comments. He takes your right hand and pulls it up to brush against his lips dramatically. “Do you think the pretty lady in front of me might want to go for some dinner together after I close up later tonight?”

“Osamu, we’ve been dating for 6 months.”

“Then, I’ll take that as a yes?”

“I’ve got a little tidbit for you.” You peck his lips with a chaste kiss. “It’s a yes.”

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tidbit:

1. a small piece of tasty food

2. a small piece of pleasing or interesting information

A/N: and that’s a wrap! thank you guys for all the support for this series for the past couple months! i know the updates were a bit wonky, but you guys were very patient with me, and i appreciate it! next time i write a series, i promise to plan ahead of time hehe

I’ll probably start focusing on some more oneshots while i write up a new series so i wont disappear for too long (no promises cause im a sporadic writer) there will be more bnha and haikyuu though!

thanks again for all the love and i hope y’all were able to find some comfort in my writing. ‘til next time!

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Onigiri Miya Tidbits BONUS Chapter

Title: August 14, 2022

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: IM BACK WITH A BONUS CHAPTER. FURUDATE FEEDING THE NEEDY SO I DECIDED TO DO THE SAME. enjoy the utter chaos that ive manifested with my self-indulgent intrusive thoughts

Previous///Masterlist///ao3

You let out a sigh of relief as the hot and humid summer air is replaced with the chill of Ota City General Gymnasium’s fresh air conditioning as you walk indoors. The sweltering August heat often makes you feel sluggish and uncomfortable, so you’re grateful that you don’t have to be standing outside for the whole day. Bless indoor volleyball.

The person walking next to you lets out their own relieved sigh as they wipe a few beads of sweat from their forehead. You let out a small chuckle as you compare your comfy t-shirt and jeans to your companion’s attire. “No one said you had to wear a whole button-down and vest combo to the game.”

Kuroo lightheartedly rolls his eyes at your comment. “Not everyone has a day off like you, (Name)-chan. I organized this whole event, so I’m still on the job. Gotta keep up my professional look to make sure everyone knows of my hard work.”

“I will admit I’m pretty impressed by how you managed to get everyone here today.” You remember the day Kuroo had called you from Brazil to ask for a favor. He had wanted you to recruit Aran and Suna in person since you happened to have been nearby where they were practicing at the time. Technically, it wasn’t really your place to do so, but the man had seemed so desperate and you caved when he had told you his flight to Japan had been delayed for twelve hours. “Traveling the world really paid off, huh.”

The businessman shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and gives you a smug smile. “What can I say? I’m a master at motivating.”

“More like a master at manipulation.”

“That’s a bit of a fancy word for it, so I’ll stick with what I came up with.”

“Right.”

The both of you make your way towards the main gym while trying your best to avoid the large crowds of excited people. You’re about to walk up the steps to find a good spot to sit down and watch the game, when Kuroo stops you by placing a hand on your arm. You look at him curiously when he digs into his pockets and takes out a plastic card attached to a lanyard. 

“I pulled some strings to get you this special pass to watch the game from the court. All you have to do is flash this at the security guards at the barriers and they’ll let you in. I’ve already let both supervisors on each team know to expect you, so you’re free to sit alongside the other players on the bench,” Kuroo explains.

Your eyes widen once you finish processing what the man had just said. “Is that even allowed?”

“Like I said, I was able to pull a few strings with the event organizers. This game technically isn’t official since it’s mostly for promotions, so there aren’t any issues with it.” Kuroo smirks in amusement. “Plus, you’re not just any fan or civilian. You’re a very valuable and well-known sports nutritionist.”

You definitely weren’t too far off in labeling him as a skilled manipulator. His tactics are well thought out. Was it working on you too? Perhaps.

You take the pass from him and place it around your neck. “I really appreciate this. It would be incredible to watch this game from up close. Will you be joining too?”

Kuroo pats your shoulder in acknowledgement as he shakes his head. “Nah. I’m gonna be walking around making sure everything is running smoothly, so I probably won’t even be able to watch the full game sitting down. I’ll see you around.”

With that, the two of you say your goodbyes and part ways. By the time you reach the court, the volleyball players have already been introduced to the crowd and are waiting to warm up before the actual game. True to Kuroo’s words, the security guards don’t even bat an eyelash as they push aside one of the barriers for you to walk past after they recognize your pass.

The first person you make eye contact with just so happens to be one of your favorite coworkers standing off to the side with an exact replica of your pass hanging around his neck. “Hey, Iwaizumi!”

Said male gives you a small smile as you share a fistbump with each other in greeting. “I told you Hajime is just fine. I see you got yourself one of the special passes from our local con man too?”

You grin at the taller male. “Well, Hajime. We’ve definitely got some good connections.”

Before you could really start a proper conversation with the athletic trainer, a loud gasp fills the air and catches both of your attentions.

“(Surname)-chan?!”

Without even giving you a moment to react, a large, muscular body barrels towards your direction and practically slams their hands down onto your shoulders with familiar aggressive affection. You have to hold back a flinch when Bokuto leans to take a good look at your face. 

Another shorter figure follows Bokuto from behind. Hoshiumi grins as he moves his head around his teammate’s broad shoulders to look at you. “Isn’t it your day off today, (Surname)-san?”

“Yeah, but I thought this game was too good to pass up on. I haven’t seen some of you since the Olympics,” you reply as you slowly peel Bokuto off your body but lightly pat his head to let him know that you have nothing against him. “I was going to go up to the stands, but I got a pass to sit with you guys on the bench during the game.”

Bokuto’s eyes sparkle at your revelation. “That’s awesome! You can come sit on Team B’s bench and watch all of our cool spikes!”

You’re just about to respond when two new voices interrupt you once again.

“Now, why would (Surname)-chan sit on the loser’s side of the court?”

“She would be much more comfortable sitting on Team A’s side of the court. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Two tall shadows loom behind you, but the tone of the voices have already given you a good idea as to who they may be. When you turn around, Oikawa and Atsumu stand side by side smiling threateningly at Bokuto and Hoshiumi. 

Ah, shit. Here we go again.

“What makes you say that we’re the losing team, hah?! We’ve clearly got the stronger players, so (Surname)-san would prefer to be with the strongest.” Hoshiumi gives his opponents his signature sneer. 

Atsumu glares back with confidence. “In that case, (Name)-chan would prefer to be with us. Plus, she has good taste, so the obvious choice is Team A.”

Your heart starts to drop into your stomach when you see some pointed stares from the crowd at the little group gathered around you. It seems like…whatever this is has attracted the attention of quite a few people including the other players on the court.

“Is that (Surname)-chan?”

You let out a sigh of defeat when you hear a few more footsteps scrambling over to your direction. The last thing you want to do is risk being kicked out for being a distraction to the players, but alas, nothing really seems to go your way when it comes to these chaotic volleyball players.

You’re bombarded by more familiar faces and they each greet you in their own unique ways whether it be a friendly wave or a simple nod. Hinata is the first to speak up, “Hiya, (Name)-chan! What’s going on?”

You relay the whole situation for everyone to hear, fully expecting them to brush off the silliness with a shared lighthearted laugh. What you didn’t expect was the spike in tension in the air.

Kageyama steps forward with his typical stoic expression, but there’s a hint of competitiveness in his stare. “It’s true, though. Team B is the winning team.”

Hinata sports a determined look and faces his rival. “We’ll see about that, Kageyama! I’ll defeat you today and even the score to 1,657 wins!”

Goshiki stands proudly behind Hinata. “That’s right! We’re going to win with the beautiful, (Surname)-san, on the bench with us!”

As if appearing out of thin air, Yamamoto slots himself in the conversation as well. “I think you mean the gorgeous, (Surname)-san, is going to sit on the bench with Team B!”

Alrighty, time to move on. You spot two of your favorite liberos and quickly shuffle away from the new problematic group.

“Komori-san! Yaku-san!”

The two males give you sweet smiles that drastically lowers your stress level. They’ve always had a much more mature demeanor compared to their previous teammates, and you can’t help but appreciate their level headedness whenever you start feeling overwhelmed. You raise both of your hands to give them a high five and they respond happily.

“Seems like you’re in high demand, (Surname),” Yaku jokes.

You shake your head in mild disappointment. “I can’t seem to catch a break even on my day off.”

“I can’t blame them though. You are pretty reliable.” Komori bashfully rubs at his neck. “There are very few people in the world that can stabilize their chaotic mess.”

The shorter libero laughs heartily in agreement. “Yeah, even the teams for today aren’t spared. Team B’s got the loudmouths Bokuto, Hoshiumi, and Yamamoto.”

“I’d take loud and boisterous over dramatic and sly. It’s either bickering between Miya-san and Oikawa-san or underhand comments by Suna-san and Kiyoomi. There’s really no end to it,” Komori sighs.

“You’re telling me. Team B would definitely benefit greatly from (Surname)’s presence,” Yaku supplies.

Komori’s smile twitches. “I think Team A would really appreciate (Surname)-san’s calming aura more or they might break out in a fight or something. That would really mess up the flow of the game for both teams.”

Yaku narrows his eyes. “No way. Ushijima and Kageyama were talking about charcoal in the locker rooms with the most stoic expressions I’ve ever seen on a person and next to them, Bokuto was spouting nonsense left and right. There’s definitely only one brain cell in my entire team, so (Surname) should definitely sit with us.”

“Well, Kiyoomi almost pepper sprayed Goshiki when he stepped a little too close for comfort and ended up running into Hinata who ended up accidentally tripping Ojiro-san all while Suna-san recorded everything on his phone for blackmail.” Komori’s smile is visibly strained as he takes a deep breath. “So, (Surname)-san can substitute for the lack of brain cells when she sits with us.”

Cue your nth sigh of the day. You’re slowly losing the little faith you had in these men. The two liberos continue to ramble about their respective, troublesome teams and don’t even notice when you start to walk away. 

You hear a strange strangled noise and turn your head in that direction only to find Iwaizumi, who had somehow migrated to a spot near Team A’s bench, hunched over with puffed up cheeks. He had clearly been holding in his amusement for who knows how long, but once you make eye contact, the athletic trainer bursts out in laughter. The people around him glanced at him strangely for a moment before shrugging their shoulders and going about their own business.

If you weren’t in such a public area, you would’ve definitely flipped him off. In the middle of rolling your eyes, you bump into two very solid objects…or rather people. There’s a hand on both of your shoulders to keep you from falling backwards and when you look up, Ushijima and Sakusa are staring down at you.

You wait with bated breath at what kind of nonsense they might come up with to get you on their side of the court. However, you find yourself blinking owlishly at them when they both just simply pat your shoulder almost sympathetically before walking back to their respective benches. That seemed to have been the last straw in completely defeating your last ounce of patience.

“This is ridiculous.” You start walking back to the way you entered the court and get ready to ask the security guards from before to kindly let you out of your misery. You’ve made the decision to just simply go back upstairs to the stands and watch the game far away from any volleyball-athlete-tainted grabby hands. Maybe you’ll even get the chance to watch the game with Kenma if you find him quick enough.

And, of course, the universe decides to give you the exact opposite of what you wanted when you feel a hand grab onto your left wrist. Hoshiumi had been the one to grab you and is now pulling your body towards Team B’s bench. “Let’s go, (Surname)-san! These guys don’t know what they’re talking about!”

Just as you’re about to tell him that you’re planning on leaving instead, a much larger and calloused hand grasps onto your right wrist. This time, Atsumu was the one to seize you from the other side and is also tugging in the opposite direction, effectively stopping you and Hoshiumi in your tracks. “Now, now, little one. I’m taking (Name)-chan to where the adults are, so let go.”

Hoshiumi’s face reddens at the little jab at his height and a newfound strength seems to overwhelm him. You let out a yelp when the white haired outside hitter yanks your arm and even starts dragging Atsumu with his heels digging in the ground. For someone that’s not much taller than you, he’s a lot stronger than you expected.

Oikawa has also entered the fiasco again and grabs onto the crook of your elbow to help Atsumu tug you to Team A’s bench. “We’ve had enough fun. You’ve had more time with (Surname)-chan in Japan, so let us spend some time with her!”

By now, you can practically feel the curious looks from a large portion of the audience from the floor as well as the stands. To make matters worse, the volleyball players seemed to have completely forgotten that this game is a very public event that’s supposed to be shown on live television. You make the effort to ignore the large cameras starting to point in your direction before you actually burst from anxiety.

“Oh, boy! This looks kind of fun!”

You look up at the ceiling for a couple seconds to silently curse at the universe as Bokuto joins the human-centered tug-of-war battle. However, instead of grabbing onto you, the enthusiastic male grabs onto Hoshiumi sides. The shorter of the two outside hitters starts cackling intensely as Bokuto unintentionally grips onto the most ticklish portion of his body. Hoshiumi’s hold on your wrist loosens completely which causes you to fling right into Atsumu and Oikawa.

Your body twists around in the air until your back hits Oikawa’s chest and Atsumu hugs your arm possessively.

“Ha! We win!” Atsumu yells in victory as Oikawa sticks his tongue out childishly. The two laugh together comically and your head slumps in mental exhaustion when a sudden eerie chill fills the air. Hoshiumi and Bokuto have terrified expressions on their faces as they focus their eyes on something behind the three of you, while Atsumu and Oikawa instantly grow silent. You feel the two that are still latched onto you stiffen their entire bodies as a pair of arms encircle their shoulders.

“I’ll give you 2 seconds to take your hands off my girlfriend before I teach you who the real monster is in this generation.”

The deep timbre of Osamu’s voice rings through the air and even some of the onlookers have stopped breathing. Atsumu and Oikawa spring away from you as if your body was burning theirs and gulp nervously as the CEO of Onigiri Miya stares them down.

You finally turn around and see your boyfriend out of his uniform and dressed in a comfortable shirt and shorts. His hair is a bit disordered from wearing his work hat all morning in the food truck, and he probably ran his hand through it several times to make it a bit more presentable but ultimately gave up. There are still some signs of sweat around his neck and his cheeks have a slight red tinge to them meaning he probably came straight here after work. The intense look in his eyes is a pretty big contrast to his usual calm expression, but you definitely notice how he softens when he looks down at you. “Hey.”

A blush makes its way onto your cheeks, and you can’t help the smile making its way onto your lips. “Hey.”

The matching smiles on your faces seems to be enough for everyone to finally breathe normally again.

“Let’s go sit. Warmups should be starting soon.” Osamu takes your hand into his and locks your fingers together. He chuckles when he sees your eyes questioningly trained on the lanyard around his neck. “Kuroo-san stopped by a while ago to give me a pass too. Said something about needing someone to make sure you don’t lose your sanity with these guys.”

“Then, I guess I’ll have to thank him later because I was just about ready to risk it all and get canceled on Twitter for putting a few famously attractive volleyball players in an embarrassing headlock.” You huff in exasperation.

When you look back towards Team A, you see Atsumu sulking on the bench with Aran patting him on the shoulder comfortingly while Suna looks to be recording the whole situation on his phone. Oikawa is equally sulking in the corner as Iwaizumi laughs until his face turns beet red.

Osamu leads you to Team B’s bench and Bokuto and Hoshiumi celebrate your presence without overstepping their boundaries this time around. The rest of the team greets you both amiably before making their way onto the court to finally start their warmups.

As you sit beside Osamu and watch all the players turn serious on the court, a huge contrast to their wild personalities, a warm feeling encompasses your heart. It’s quite crazy to believe that all of these volleyball players from around the world have gathered today to simply play together and tell everyone about the sport once again. Sitting here feels like you’re reliving the memories of your time working at Onigiri Miya and meeting everyone. Many of the friends you made along the way are standing before you doing what they love with bright expressions on their faces as if there are no current concerns in the world or responsibilities for tomorrow.

There’s no need to think about the future or worry about what comes after because what matters right now is getting absorbed by the fun and enjoying the sport called haikyuu.

Leftovers

“My what did what, now?”

Osamu looks at you dumbfounded by what you had just told him while scrolling through social media.

“Your fansites grew after the game,” you repeat. “In fact, they’ve apparently tripled in size after you showed up and threatened the guys on live television. People have now labeled you as one of the ‘hot volleyball guys’ and now Onigiri Miya fans are keeping track of all the games you go to.”

“That’s…a little freaky, not gonna lie.”

“Well, you did show up looking like the hottest man alive, so I kind of get it.” You laugh as your teasing flusters him. 

Osamu walks over and joins you on the couch you're currently lounging on and places his arms around you in a gentle embrace before kissing your temple lovingly. “As long as they don’t get in the way of our relationship, then I guess it’s fine for now.”

“As if anything will be more of a nuisance than Atsumu,” you reply.

Your boyfriend chuckles in agreement. “You’re definitely right about that.”

A/N: i dont plan on writing any more chapters for this series (unless furudate brings out more crumbs for me to pick up off the ground with my bare hands) thank you for loving this series and i hope this surprise chapter was able to make you smile! :D

i tried to include an updated taglist for this series in the hopes that y’all actually want to read this but some of your @s have changed and i couldnt find the updated ones so i took them out (if you’d like to be taken off the list, feel free to message me!)

taglist: @omiisangel​, @bokuatsubro, @kaleidoscopekai,  @geektastic84, @ntimacy, @sagefzy

snippet of my bokuaka fic wip to motivate me to write more

i have been working on this fic since 2020... im 20k words in and not even halfway done yet...

Obvious Blasé

Blasé [blä-ˈzā] adjective; indifferent to or bored with life; unimpressed, as or as if from an excess of worldly pleasures. "Can we start over? Akaashi Keiji, pleased to meet you." Tokyo feels a world and a half away, especially when Koutarou is punching Keiji's phone number into the keypad of a hospital payphone. The whole island of Honshu may as well be spinning out of the Milky Way, his husband with it, when he's met with a full voicemail box and another wet flower petal. "I'd love to. Miya Osamu, at your service."

8808 words (just the beginning) ; bokuaka / osuaka ; tw : drinking + cheating

Keiji loved few things; one was gardening. He spent hours upon hours in the summer with dirt on his knees and under his nails, weeding and digging and planting. Koutarou bought him expensive gardening gloves as a one-year anniversary gift years ago, but Keiji loved using his bare hands, feeling life at his fingertips. Keiji always had the window boxes full, filled with vibrant colors and lush green leaves, even in the dead of winter. Whenever they had guests over, there was always at least one conversation about just how Keiji keeps his begonias coming back every year and keeps them so lush (apparently the neighbors’ begonias are really kicking their asses).

Koutarou learned that Keiji loved gardening by accident. It was summer break—June, to be specific—during Keiji’s second year at Fukurodani. Koutarou had gotten bored at home with nothing to do and attempted to call his friend to ask if they could hang out; when he got a voicemail message in response, he decided to head to Keiji’s home anyway. He knew the way there by heart and could walk it backward and blindfolded.

Outside, Keiji was knee-deep in fertilizer, a bucket of ripped up weeds beside him, as he pruned his camellias. He nearly knocked the bucket over into an adjacent fern when Koutarou yelled his name from behind—he was not expecting any interruptions, not in the middle of summer vacation, and certainly not from a boy in a different year.

Keiji sat back on his haunches and tossed his head over his shoulder to look at his upperclassman. Koutarou stood in the middle of the street, holding his volleyball high above his head and smiling like a fool. Keiji couldn’t help it when a small smile began to tug at his lips; he sighed in defeat and stood up and began to walk towards his friend.

“Akaashi!” Koutarou exclaimed again, bouncing from foot to foot as the other grew closer. “I tried to call, but you didn’t pick up!”

“That’s because I was out here,” Keiji replied, a quarter of Koutarou’s volume. It always struck him how the two were as different as night and day, even down to the way they talked.

“I got bored at home all alone,” Koutarou continued. “I wanted to see if you would hang out with me today!”

“Bokuto-san, I’m very busy,” Keiji sighed, and gestured back to his abandoned gardening tools. “I just bought some—”

“Please, ‘Kaashi? Pretty please?”

Keiji still didn’t know, to this day, if Koutarou was aware of how powerless he was to his pleas. A simple puppy dog look from the third year was enough to melt Keiji’s resolve. A pout would be enough to force Keiji’s hand, no prodding words necessary.

“Fine.”

The local park was only a few blocks away from Keiji’s house, so they set off down the road. It wasn’t a vocal decision; once Keiji agreed to entertain Koutarou for the day, they both just began walking.

“So… what were you so busy with?” Koutarou asked, giving Keiji a lopsided grin as he tilted his head. He was currently tossing the ball back and forth between his hands, catching it with the pads of his fingers.

“Gardening.”

“I didn’t know you were into that!”

A smile cracked across Keiji’s lips. “I was pruning my camellias, actually.” He held up his hand to show Koutarou the dirt on it, stuck in every little wrinkle and crevice. “And weeding, before that.”

“I can’t quite explain it…” Koutarou laughed in his pause, returning his eyes to the road ahead. “It’s very suiting of you, I think. Being a gardener.”

Keiji just looked down, smiling to himself.

“Are camellias your favorite?”

“Yes, I think so. I like the bright color.” Keiji threaded his fingers together behind his back, rubbing at his knuckles. “What’s yours, Bokuto-san?”

Koutarou hummed in thought. He had now taken to tossing the ball in the air to himself, catching it flat in his palms before tossing it high overhead. “Probably hydrangeas.”

And Keiji never forgot it. He learned later on that the man was particular to the blue hydrangeas—another opposite, this time to Keiji’s blush pink camellias.

Because of this fact, Keiji made sure to have hydrangeas included in the centerpieces at the wedding. Neither of them would have a bouquet, and the flower was too big for boutonnieres, so he had the florist put deep sea blue hydrangeas as the central flower on the tables at the reception. It was a little splash of color that only meant something to the newlyweds, a secret only they were in on.

Koutarou didn’t know about the special centerpieces until they arrived at the banquet hall. He spotted the petals amongst the bursts of baby’s breath and ranunculi and delphiniums, encased in glittering silver vases, which all seemed to deepen the color of the hydrangeas. He immediately shot Keiji a look, both accusing and amused, and the raven head held a hand to his mouth to contain his laughter.

“What’s the matter, Bokuto-san?” he asked, trying to stay level, but the words stumbled out of his mouth like a baby deer around his laughter.

“Hey, you can’t call me that now,” Koutarou cooed, hand curling around Keiji’s thin waist. “It’s Akaashi-san, now.”

Keiji’s cheeks burned, accompanied by a warm feeling in his gut, which reappeared at every mention of ‘Akaashi Koutarou.’ While the blush fell out of practice over time, he still felt that rush of giddiness whenever he heard the name, even all these six months later. It felt like yesterday that Koutarou’s name in Keiji’s phone was ‘Bokuto-san.’

The best music to Keiji’s ears, though, was hearing ‘the Akaashi’s.’

And he felt that warmth again at the florist checkout counter, when the lady handed Koutarou back his card with a chipper, “Enjoy your day, Akaashi-san!”

Keiji held an orchid in one hand and a pothos plant in the other, while Koutarou hefted a bag of fertilizer over his shoulder. The plants were for their bedroom, since the snake plant Koutarou had picked out months ago finally kicked the bucket after a week-long vacation. Keiji gently set his plants on the floorboard of the truck, waiting until after the bed stopped shaking from the toss of the fertilizer into it. Soon after, Koutarou slid in behind the wheel and stuffed the key in the ignition, listening as the engine roared to life. They sped out of the parking lot, Koutarou’s hand settling onto Keiji’s thigh after reaching a straight stretch of road.

“I’m pretty hungry,” Koutarou mumbled, rubbing circles into Keiji’s knee as they slowly came to a stop at a red light. “Want to grab something before we head home?”

“Sure, what’s the harm?”

The light flicked to green, and Koutarou lifted his hand away to spin the wheel as he turned left onto a side road. The truck jumped and rattled with the potholes and pebbles, but after only a short moment, they appeared behind a string of small shops. He parked the truck next to a small compact car and flashed a smile at his husband, then turned to hop out.

The gravel crunched under Keiji’s shoes as they rounded the building, coming face to face with a glowing storefront lighting up the dark street. A glowing neon sign depicted an onigiri jumping side to side, with “welcome!” written out below it. A bell chimed over their heads as they walked in, and a capped head popped out from the kitchen at the sound.

“Oi, Bokuto-san!” the man called with a smile, dusting his hands off as he walked up behind the counter. “Back again?”

“You keep forgetting,” Koutarou chided as he held up his left hand, “that it’s Akaashi-san now.” He spared a glance at Keiji, who was studying his hands to try and hide the cherry red blush that spread across his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

“Right, right.” The storekeeper tossed his hand back and forth in the air. He looked over to Keiji, who was now rereading the specials on a blackboard instead of looking at either of the two men.

“Oh, right! You still haven’t met Keiji, have you?” Koutarou wrapped his arm around Keiji’s shoulders and tugged him into his side, smiling when Keiji’s glasses were knocked sideways. “This beauty here is Keiji. Keiji, this is Miya Osamu.”

Keiji raised his hand in a simple greeting, and Osamu did the same. Keiji looked up at his husband with fake annoyance, chiding him with, “It’s rude to introduce me like that, Koutarou.” Koutarou just laughed, and squeezed Keiji closer to his side, knocking the latter’s glasses askew again.

“Well,” Osamu said, clapping his gloved hands together, “what can I getcha?”

“Whatever it is that your brother always gets,” Koutarou beamed, staring down into the glass case of onigiris. Every day before practice, Atsumu brought onigiri from his twin brother’s shop to eat. Koutarou bugged him for weeks to let him try it (“Just a little piece!”) until eventually Atsumu broke the rice ball in half and handed part of it to Koutarou in defeat. Koutarou made Atsumu give him the address to the infamous ‘Onigiri Miya,’ and he found himself passing by it on the way to practice almost every week. It eventually became a little tradition: before games, Koutarou would accompany Atsumu and Kiyoomi to the store and eat there to calm their pre-match nerves.

The game that weekend was no different. This time, though, Keiji accompanied Koutarou to the stop.

Osamu was busy wiping down the counter when the four entered. “Welcome to Onigiri Miya,” he called in his monotone voice, eyes stuck to the tabletop as he made one more wipe across the epoxy. He tossed the rag into a bucket in the corner and looked up, the corner of his mouth poking upward when he saw the ragtag bunch in the doorway.

“I almost forgot that it was game day,” he chuckled, eyelids staying low in amusement, as if he was truly emotionless to the whole ordeal. Osamu was the opposite of Koutarou and Keiji, down to the way they dealt comedy. In ways unlike his husband, though, Keiji felt very similar to Osamu, so when he spotted the cook in the crowd of MSBY fans, it was natural to squirm through the hoard of people to his side.

“Miya-san, was it?” Keiji asked from behind, leveling his glasses to busy his hands.

Osamu looked over his shoulder and was met with sharp blue eyes. His mouth twitched with a half-smile like earlier that day, and he stuck his hands deep in his pockets as he turned to face Keiji.

“Hey, hey,” Osamu replied. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“My husband is playing, after all.”

“As is my idiot brother.”

Keiji didn’t respond, and instead looked out over the crowd. “The seats are probably filling up fast…” he mumbled, looking up at the televisions on the walls that displayed the court just beyond the few sets of double doors. Currently, the teams were warming up on their respective sides. Keiji’s face softened when he saw Koutarou’s stark white hair among the black uniforms, presently chatting with a little redhead near the wall.

Keiji excused himself and wound his way through the throngs of fans, making his way to the front of the stands above his husband. “Ko!” he called, cupping his hand around his mouth in an attempt not to draw too much attention. The last thing he wanted was to be put on the big screen and become the topic of mindless banter of strangers.

Star MSBY Ace Visited By… Husband? Yep, the last thing he wanted.

Koutarou looked up, instantly beaming when he saw Keiji. He waved up at Keiji, arm swinging so wildly that his whole body shook. Keiji folded his hands into a heart and Koutarou mimicked him (although Koutarou’s was much larger), and Keiji mouthed the words “Win for me.”

It was his way of motivating the lump of mood swings since he was no longer by his side on the court to do so. He was used to being very serious and aloof with his teammate in high school, but the years of living together made him like putty in Koutarou’s hands, soft and pliable to his every (usually unconscious) whim. The idea for the hand hearts came to him after Koutarou had enough meltdown at a scrimmage and thought of the words at the training camp in his second year.

“I kept getting shut out!” Koutarou whined, pouting at himself in the mirror. Keiji tried his hardest to ignore him, instead focusing on scrubbing his hands in the sink.

“Everyone gets blocked sometimes, Bokuto-san.”

“Yeah, but it’s still irritating!”

“Please just dry off and go to bed.”

“I’m not tired!”

“You need to keep up your strength. We still have three days of camp left.”

Koutarou whined, swiveling his head to watch Keiji shut off the water and reach for the roll of paper towels. “How do you stay so calm all the time?” he asked, taking a step closer to his kohai. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you be any more emotional than a small smile or cheering me on for morale.”

Keiji swung his head around, gaping at Koutarou. “I have emotions!” He waded up the paper towel in his hand and stuffed it into an overflowing trash can. “I’m just not as vocal as you are.”

When Keiji turned around, his nose nearly collided with Koutarou’s. He hadn’t realized how close his captain had gotten, and now Keiji stood incredibly too close to him, closer than a school trip warranted. He stared into Koutarou’s gold eyes, which were wide and bright, accentuated by the pink that lit up the bridge of his nose until it resembled camellias.

Keiji licked his lips, suddenly aware of how dry his mouth had become. “Bokuto-san—”

The door squeaked open, and Koutarou jumped halfway across the room, spinning on his heels to face the open door instead of Keiji’s wide eyes.

“Hey, Konoha!” Koutarou greeted, grinning as if he wasn’t in Keiji’s bubble not even thirty seconds earlier.

“There you guys are!” their teammate said, sounding exasperated. “We’ve been looking for you two everywhere. Do you know what time it is? We have a match at the crack of dawn!”

Keiji and Koutarou were quickly ushered back to Fukurodani’s quarters, where they slept on opposite sides of the room. When he woke up, Keiji was still reeling from having his spiker so close he could almost smell the sweat Koutarou tried to scrub off in the shower.

When the team was stretching to prepare for the beginning of day three, a game against Ubugawa, Keiji approached Koutarou. His back was to the second year, stretching his arms high overhead to pop his back. Keiji lightly tapped him on the shoulder, accompanying it with a small “Bokuto-san.”

“Akaashi!” Koutarou replied as he turned around, eyebrows shooting up like exclamation points.

“Are you still worried about getting past the blockers?” Keiji had noticed the uncharacteristic stiffness of Koutarou’s muscles, his short sentences, and, most notably, his solitary warmup. Keiji knew all too well that what others dubbed Koutarou’s “emo mode” was more than flopped hair and a pout during a game.

Koutarou looked down, then began to crack his knuckles one by one. “Yeah,” he nearly whispered, “I guess I am.”

Keiji felt his heart pang but kept his face stoic. “That was yesterday, this is a whole new game.”

“What’s an ace that can’t power through?” he sighed. He had cracked each of his knuckles and his wrists, then finally looked Keiji in the eyes. His normal puppy dog face was taut and drooped, more so than during a mood swing. It was a look of pure emotionality that he only showed to his vice-captain. “Isn’t rule two to break through any wall?”

Keiji’s face dropped in annoyance. “Are you quoting your t-shirt?”

Koutarou ghosted a smile. “Maybe,” he chuckled.

“Anyway,” Keiji continued, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I came over here to cheer you up.” He peered up at Koutarou through the fingers on his face. “Just one thing, and then I’ll leave you be.”

Taken aback, Koutarou quickly dropped his smile and stared intently.

“Win today. Win for me.”

Koutarou’s ears reddened. He coughed into his fist a few times and rapidly blinked his eyes, like Keiji had dumped a bucket of dust on his head.

“What?” Koutarou coughed out, voice scratched and squeaky.

Keiji squared his shoulders, looking at his elder down the length of his nose. “You heard me.”

Koutarou, clad in his all-black MSBY uniform, mouthed back the words “I will.” As Keiji began to lower his hands, the redhead from earlier shook his husband’s shoulder and they walked towards the rest of the team, who was huddled together by the coach’s bench.

“A pre-game ritual, I see?”

Keiji spun around in surprise, eyes landing on Osamu’s smirking face. “Oh, it’s only you,” Keiji mumbled, then turned to walk towards the seats.

He heard the slapping of shoes against the wooden floor, then Osamu’s face appeared next to him in his peripheral. “Mind if I sit with you?”

“I don’t care what you do.”

Osamu fell back, following Keiji up towards the top of the stands. Keiji didn’t like being bumped into by the other fans, and the top let him see more of the court at once. Shoes squeaked on the floorboards as the players shuffled towards the net, captains leaving the group to shake. Keiji wrung his hands, the all-too-familiar feel of having to shake hands creeping along his nerve endings; he had hated being captain, and he hated it even more after watching Koutarou be captain. The worst hand to shake was Kenma’s, after all the conversations they had about hating succeeding their eccentric best friends as captain of powerhouses.

~~~~~~~~~

Keiji waited patiently outside of the locker room, watching the fans slowly make their way out the doors and to their cars. He mindlessly fiddled with his hands as he quickly became one of only a handful of people left in the lobby. It was dark outside, the sun having set during the tournament, and he could see a couple of stars through the large glass doors. Taking a glance at the locker room door and deciding that Koutarou wasn’t coming out any time soon, Keiji hesitantly walked towards the doors. The light from the building spilled onto the pavement outside, lighting up the concrete while fireflies took to the air like wild Christmas lights. The stars twinkled above, but all the pollution made it hard to see their light. On the far right, the moon peaked out from behind a dark cloud, like a toddler behind its blanket, ready to sleep.

“Pretty night.”

Keiji looked up to see none other than Miya Osamu, staring at him. The right half of his face, nearly pressed to the glass door, was darkened and reminded Keiji of the moon. His nose sat almost directly on the line between light and dark, like a spaceman wandering a little too close to the dead zone that was the shadow of the moon.

“Hello again, Miya-san.”

“Everyone calls my brother that,” he whined. “Just call me Osamu.”

Keiji looked back outside, eyes fixated on the twinkling fireflies. “Alright then, Osamu-san.”

“Are you waiting for Boku- I mean, Koutarou?”

Keiji nodded. “We rode here together, after all.” Keiji spared a glance at Osamu, who was now gazing at the stars above. “Are you waiting for your brother?”

Osamu snorted. “Hell, no,” he laughed. “That idiot can drive his own ass home, or even walk, for all I care.”

“Then what are you still here for?”

Keiji turned to look at Osamu once more and found him looking back again.

“Well,” he started, voice low, “I’m currently talking with you.”

Keiji quickly looked away. His hand reached for his opposite wrist out of pure habit, massaging the skin there like it may fall off if he let go. “I should start the truck,” Keiji mumbled, beginning to push the door open with his shoulder. “It’s getting cold, and there’s nothing worse than cold leather.”

“I’ll come with,” Osamu chirped, slipping outside in Keiji’s wake. “Keep you company.”

The last thing I want is your company, Keiji thought to himself, but all that came out of his mouth was “okay.” Dear God, he thought, where is Koutarou when you need him?

The truck was towards the back of the lot, alone and away from most of the cars. A single streetlight flickered overhead, with mayflies and moths and other miscellaneous creatures flying around it, as if it wouldn’t burn them when they touched. As if the light was a real, tangible thing, rather than something they could only dream of, something they could never have.

Keiji fumbled with the keys, trying to grab that one with the ugly Toyota symbol on it, and he almost had it, almost, almost, almost… then the keyring slipped between his fingers like ice and dropped onto the cement with a clang.

“God fucking hell,” Keiji mumbled, stooping to pick it up. As his fingers reached out to pick up his mess, another hand appeared by his, bumping against his fingertips, only millimeters above the glinting metal.

Keiji shot his eyes forward, meeting with a dark grey set. His nose nearly collided with the sharp end of Osamu’s, utterly oblivious to the body so close to him. So incredibly close, closer than waiting for his husband warranted. Keiji couldn’t help but think that, under that child-like moon, Osamu's eyes looked as deep blue as hydrangeas.

Keiji shot himself backward, feet flying out from under him. He landed on his hands and butt, rocks digging into the soft skin of his palms, as he used his feet to kick himself away from Osamu—who, for the record, was staring at Keiji like he had spoken to him in Latin.

Osamu blinked, then looped his index finger through the keyring and held it out to Keiji. The gold key with the ugly Toyota symbol swung back and forth, glinting in the starlight, right next to his owl keychain that matched the one on Koutarou’s keyring. Osamu offered a small smile, as if to say something simple like “sorry I bumped into you.”

Keiji reached forward and wrapped his fingers around that smiling plastic owl and yanked the keyring off of Osamu’s hand, and with it, his smile. Keiji pulled himself to his feet, back to the driver’s door, and stuffed his keys into his jacket pocket. “It’s cold,” Keiji said, breaking the silence that felt like a thousand years, although it had only been five minutes at most. “You should head back inside before you get sick.”

“Oh, yeah, probably,” Osamu mumbled. “I’ll, uh, see you around.”

Keiji didn’t respond. He watched Osamu walk away, peering over the bed of the truck. The head of grey hair bounced down the aisle, almost out of Keiji’s sight. He screwed his mouth up, internally begging Osamu to walk a little faster, get in his car, and hopefully drive far, far, far away. He had Koutarou—Osamu knew that—and he was happy. He certainly did not need this man trying to make a move on him. What if one day, Koutarou saw it? What would Keiji do then?

A hand landed on Keiji’s arm, and he jumped almost high enough to climb into the truck bed. His head whipped around to see that familiar, sharp face of his husband, staring at him in wild confusion.

“Koutarou!” Keiji nearly moaned and threw his arms around the athlete’s neck. “I thought you’d never come out.”

Koutarou hesitantly wrapped his arms around Keiji’s waist. “Why are you out here?” he chuckled. “It’s freezing.”

“I was going to warm up the truck for you,” Keiji mumbled into Koutarou’s shirt. “I didn’t want you climbing into a frigid car after your game.”

Koutarou’s whole body rattled and grumbled as he laughed, deep and low, squeezing Keiji in the ribs. “The truck doesn’t look very warmed up to me.”

“Doesn’t matter now. You’re warmer than the truck would ever be, anyway.” Keiji nuzzled his face into Koutarou’s neck, inhaling the scent of sport deodorant and that distinct smell of Koutarou that Keiji could never place. It was almost like pinecones, like a dry autumn forest. He’d gotten much better at scrubbing out the scent of sweat.

Koutarou laid a hand on Keiji’s cheek and pulled him back, far enough away he could see the black glasses frames but close enough their noses touched. He planted a light kiss on Keiji’s forehead, pushing away the tousled hair with the tip of his nose. Keiji closed his eyes at the innocent touch, leaning into Koutarou’s soft lips.

“Let’s go home,” Koutarou hummed against Keiji’s skin. So Keiji let Koutarou unwrap their arms and he settled into the passenger seat, watching the lights of the city blink and flash overhead as Koutarou drove them home. He felt his eyelids grow heavy, soothed by the constant sounds of the city and Koutarou’s hand, intertwined with his on top of the shifter, lightly squeezing Keiji’s fingers.

~~~~~~~~~

Keiji awoke to the smell of bacon, fruit, and… eggs Benedict.

He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand as he sat up, comforter stuck on his shoulder and draping across him like a toga. He picked up his glasses with a yawn, settling them on his ears as the smell grew thicker and thicker. His stomach grumbled under Koutarou’s old shirt, awoken by the smell of breakfast that was definitely not made by Koutarou.

Koutarou was a terrible cook. When he had moved into his apartment in the city for college, Keiji had come to visit, as all good boyfriends do. He hadn’t even stepped into the genkan when the smell of burnt food assaulted his nose.

“Koutarou, what is that stench?” Keiji called as he bent to take off his shoes, pulling the collar of his shirt over his nose in a poor attempt to save his nose hairs.

“Breakfast!” Koutarou popped his head around the corner, a smile plastered across his face as if he wasn’t balancing brown eggs on a spatula. “I wanted to surprise you!”

“I’m certainly surprised,” Keiji mumbled as he stepped into the apartment.

He followed Koutarou into the small kitchen, hand flying to his nose when his eyes landed on the plate of crisped eggs and watery oatmeal. Koutarou stood beside them, mouth scrunched to the side from Keiji’s reaction.

“I fucked it up again, didn’t I?”

“How long did you cook those eggs for?” Keiji asked, words muffled from the hand on his mouth. “Are you eating like this every day?”

When Koutarou gave a slow nod, Keiji nearly fell over with how hard he rolled his eyes back. He took a step forward and snatched the spatula from Koutarou’s hand, giving a muffled “Let me show you how to make edible food.”

Keiji stepped out of their shared bedroom and into the living room, bracing his nose for a similar smell of burnt food. Instead, he was greeted by Koutarou’s always overly enthusiastic good morning.

“You’re finally awake!” Koutarou bounced over to where Keiji stood in the doorway, nearly spilling coffee out of the takeout cup in his hand. He planted a kiss against Keiji’s temple, simultaneously wrapping his arm around the raven’s slim waist.

“Good morning to you too, Ko,” Keiji mumbled with a smile, pinching the other’s arm. “What’s that smell—”

A head popped into his view, a golden-haired undercut framed by the collar of a MSBY jacket. A second and third head appeared soon after, a smiling redhead and an emotionless twin.

“We got takeout from that egg place you like!” Shouyou sang, holding up his omelet. “You were still asleep, or we would’ve taken you with.”

Koutarou placed a takeout box in Keiji’s hands. “I know your order, don’t worry,” he chuckled. “You only ever get the same thing.”

Keiji lightly bumped Koutarou’s shoulder with his own, a small bit of PDA that Koutarou always reveled in. “You should have told me you were bringing people over,” he chided. “I’m wearing your ratty shirt.”

"At least you’re wearing some pants this morning,” Koutarou laughed. “You know, usually you just wear my bo—”

“Koutarou!” Keiji hissed and reached up and pinched Koutarou again. Unlike before, this pinch was hard, cutting Koutarou off before he embarrassed both of them. No one else needed to know that Keiji could never tell whose briefs were whose.

They all communed in the kitchen, Shouyou sitting on the counter with Atsumu seated on the floor below him while the other three sat at the cramped table. Keiji decided to make coffee, but the only taker was Osamu, so now, as the three airheads chowed down on various egg dishes, Keiji and Osamu blew at the steam from their mugs. Osamu liked his coffee black. Keiji thought that was gross but said nothing.

“So, why did everyone come over all of a sudden?” Keiji asked once the conversation lulled.

“Your big tool of a husband didn’t know the way to the cafe,” Atsumu laughed. “He called me and asked if I would drive him over.”

“I was already at Atsumu’s place, so I made them take me,” Shouyou added.

“I was trying to have a peaceful breakfast at that godforsaken cafe,” Osamu groaned from beside Keiji. “They saw me and begged me to come along.”

“The more, the merrier!” Koutarou boasted, and Atsumu and Shouyou agreed with him from behind.

“Koutarou was practically crying on the phone,” Atsumu laughed again, tapping on Shouyou’s shoe by his head. “He was blubbering, ‘I can’t cook, ‘Tsumu, I can’t cook! I gotta get Keiji take-out! Where’s that egg place he likes?’”

“Don’t be so mean, ‘Tsumu,” Osamu muttered, but the only person who heard was Keiji.

“Shut up!” Koutarou exclaimed. “I did not!” He attempted to look angry, but the blush that engulfed his whole face betrayed him.

“You did!” Shouyou cackled.

“Oh, oh, and,” Atsumu continued, “when I got here, to pick him up, he was tiptoeing around like he’d accidentally wake you up!”

“Aw,” Keiji whispered to his husband, setting his feet on top of Koutarou’s. “You’re so cute.”

“I just want to spend as much time as possible together before I leave,” Koutarou admitted. He looked up at Keiji with his trademark kicked puppy look.

“We’ll take care of Koutarou for you,” Atsumu said with a smile, clapping a hand onto the aforementioned’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about him, man.”

“He should definitely worry if you’re gonna be around,” Osamu interjected. “You’re the walking personification of trouble.” Atsumu smacked the back of Osamu’s head, but the latter only smirked.

“Hey, isn’t that drama you like airing soon?” Shouyou asked, looking down at his watch.

“Oh my God, yeah!” Koutarou jumped out of his seat and planted a haste kiss on Keiji’s lips. “I’ll be back soon, Kei! I’m gonna watch it at Atsumu’s!”

Keiji wrapped his hand behind Koutarou’s neck and pulled him back down for a proper goodbye kiss. “I’ll see you later, then?”

“Of course!” Koutarou exclaimed, grabbing his track jacket off the back of a chair as he ran to the door, where Shouyou was hanging off Atsumu’s shoulders as they waited for their friend.

“Hey, wait for—”

Koutarou waved at Keiji before walking out, adding a quick, “Don’t miss me too much!” before he was gone.

“—me.”

Keiji looked over to see Osamu with his head in his hand, mouth screwed up to the side. He spared a glance at Keiji.

“He was my ride home.”

“Oh, uh,” Keiji stuttered, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I could drive you home, of course. Your brother drove, right?”

Osamu’s eyebrows shot upwards. “Oh, right, the old Toyota. That you were trying to warm up, unsuccessfully.”

Keiji shot him a glare and Osamu backed down. He walked over to the door, snatching his keys off the counter and grabbing a jacket off the coat rack. “Let’s go, then.”

~~~~~~~~~

“Turn here.”

“You live on the same street as your shop?” Keiji spun the wheel to make a sharp right turn, speeding past Onigiri Miya. “Why didn’t you say so? There’s a much shorter way.”

“I enjoy being navigator, I guess,” Osamu chuckled, staring out at the houses. Without warning, he pointed at an apartment building barely a hundred feet ahead. “There.”

Keiji irritatingly slammed on the brakes, trying to contain his smile as Osamu threw his hands onto the dash to keep from bashing his forehead against it.

The apartment building was right on the street front. He and Koutarou considered renting from a complex like this, but ended up going with a skyscraper in the city. Osamu’s building looked like the ones in movies, where the bad boy love interest lived. And probably did heroin, on the couch. He pulled into the lot behind the building, right next to a little compact car.

Keiji pressed the unlock button, and the pin in the door sank down with a click. He gave Osamu an expectant look, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. Why can’t this guy get out of the car, Keiji thought, and hopefully out of my life altogether?

“Do you want to come in?” Osamu asked, flashing a bright eye towards Keiji. “Koutarou will be gone all afternoon, knowing ‘Tsumu… you’ll be bored, Keiji-kun.”

Keiji prickled at the name. “I can entertain myself just fine, thank you.”

“Naw, come on,” Osamu prodded. “Don’t you believe in a little fate? Obviously, I was meant to entertain you while he’s gone.”

“What are you even talking about?” Keiji mumbled, but found himself pulling the keys out of the ignition anyway. He slid out of the truck and followed Osamu to the back door, with a sun-bleached sign that said, “Tenants Only.”

He lived on the ground floor, number 012. It had an almost maroon look; the carpet was off white, but the light coming through the dark red curtains made it appear pink. The tiles in the genkan were white, but the steps into the apartment were painted the same dark blush from the colored light. The walls were paneled like it was built in the seventies, but it only reminded Keiji of the soundproof rooms from crime shows.

“Want something to drink?” Osamu asked, peeking his head around the corner at Keiji, who was just beginning to step into the apartment, holding his hands tightly to his chest.

“What do you have?”

Osamu turned around and stuck his head in the fridge. “Orange juice, some soda, half a bottle of white wine—”

“That,” Keiji interrupted, pulling a surprised look from Osamu. “Please,” he added softly.

Keiji set his jacket over the back of an armchair, folding it neatly against the cushion, then took a seat at the island. He watched as Osamu pulled a crystal glass from the cupboard for the wine, a simple glass that had a dull gleam to it, like it was used often. After he slid the alcohol to his guest, he opened a can of cherry Pepsi for himself.

“I wouldn’t have thought you a soda fan,” Keiji chuckled. “Wasn’t that trained out of you at Inarizaki?”

“Kita would love to think so,” Osamu laughed. “He really shaped us up.” Osamu chuckled, smiling into his drink.

They sat in silence, Keiji taking frequent sips of his wine. He wasn’t a big fan of alcohol but did tend to overdrink when provided. Koutarou was always there for him, though, even at his first sip, ready to pull the glass away and rub his back on the way home.

“So… what are you going to do when Koutarou leaves?” Osamu asked, staring down at his drink like it was his muse for the night. “Sounded this morning like you weren’t going with.”

“I’m not,” Keiji responded, taking another swig of wine. “I’ve got too much work to do, I can’t be gone for that long.”

He wanted to go, though, he wanted to so badly. He had never been away from Koutarou that long before, even when they went to university. He wanted to watch his husband play every game, he wanted to follow him around the world like in a cat and mouse game, spectator and athlete. But he was reaching thirty (God, thirty…) and he had artists relying on him, and publishers, and he couldn’t leave for a month to chase Koutarou down to Kyushu for volleyball scrimmages.

“You’re just going to be home alone for all that time, then?” Osamu asked, one eyebrow raised in confusion.

“I was hoping to hang out with some friends,” Keiji said, bristling. “What does it matter to you, anyway? Didn’t think you would know they were leaving.”

“Of course, I would know!” Osamu said with fake offense. “Atsumu is on the team, after all!”

“Oh, right, Mr. My-Brother-Can-Walk-Home-For-All-I-Care?”

Osamu rolled his eyes. “I’m trying to make conversation, Mr. Overly-Aggressive.”

Keiji’s phone buzzed. He fished it out of his pocket and looked at the screen, one new message from Koutarou. He swiped it open.

Koutarou: hey Kei, I’m gonna be at Atsumu’s place for a little while longer. Hinata brought out a super cool card game!! I’m currently stuck in a round :( see you tonight still?

Keiji sighed, hand pushing under his glasses as he massaged the bridge of his nose. Just more reason for Osamu to convince him to stay.

Keiji: have fun! i’ll see you tonight <3

“What’s going on?”

“Koutarou is staying at your brother’s for the evening.” Keiji raised his glass to his lips, only to get a single drop. He set the glass down with a huff.

“Want some more?” Osamu asked, already standing up and reaching for the fridge.

“Yes,” Keiji groaned. “Might as well, nothing better to do at home.”

So, Keiji drank another glass. And another. And another. Before he knew it, he had drunk the entire bottle, then Osamu—ever the stoker of the fire—brought out a second bottle, which they downed together. Somewhere in the mess, they had migrated to Osamu’s couch, a ratty brown thing that smelled like mothballs.

“Stop making fun of it,” Osamu laughed, patting the cushions lovingly, “I got it from family.” He, unlike Keiji, was still mostly sober, albeit a little tipsy, and held his liquor well.

Keiji was a giggling mess. Yes, he was a giggly drunk.

“I feel like I’m in a closet!” Keiji exclaimed, dropping his head back onto the arm. “Smells like those little… little red balls, you know?” Keiji held up his hand to make a sphere shape, as if Osamu didn’t know what a mothball was.

Keiji shot upright, leaning across the couch towards Osamu. “At least my shirts won’t get holes in them then, right? Miya-san?”

“I thought I told you not to call me that?” Osamu chuckled, deep and grumbling, similar to another laugh Keiji knew like the back of his hand.

“Oh, right, right,” Keiji blabbered, closing his eyes, and tossing his hand through the air. “Last night at the game. After the game, I mean.”

“Yeah, then.”

Keiji pushed closer. “What should I call you, then?”

Osamu coughed into his fist. “Just, uh… My given name, that’s fine. Osamu.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little intimate?” Keiji cocked his head to the side. “We barely know each other.”

“There’s two Miya’s in your life, so it’s not that intimate,” Osamu replied. “It makes sense, so that whenever you’re with both of us—like last night, at games—it doesn’t get confusing.”

Keiji looked as if deep in thought.

“It was awkward last night.”

“You made it awkward! I was simply trying to give you your keys.”

“Yes, but you got too close.”

“You seem fine with closeness now.”

Keiji blinked. Somewhere in the conversation, Keiji had pushed Osamu back, and now the other man’s head was leaning against the arm of the couch. Keiji’s hands were placed on either side of his head, the heels of his hands brushing the collar of Osamu’s thin t-shirt.

He realized then how similar Koutarou and Osamu looked. Both had heart-shaped faces, and upon closer inspection, Osamu’s eyes held a glint of gold—although not nearly as bright as Koutarou’s. The inspection included the blush on Osamu’s face, which was pink like Keiji’s garden.

“You remind me of flowers.”

“How so?”

“Your face.” Keiji reached up with a single finger and touched down onto Osamu’s cheekbone, which made the blush flare brighter. “It’s like camellias.”

He ran his fingertip along Osamu’s warm skin, up towards the hollow beside his eye, almost to his ear before Keiji removed his hand altogether. Osamu let out a breath, shaky and barely controlled, landing right on Keiji’s Adam’s apple. It bobbed as Keiji swallowed harshly, although his mouth was so dry that he nearly swallowed his tongue.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was Keiji missing Koutarou, or maybe it was Osamu’s blush that looked like camellias. Not a second more passed before Keiji’s hands were wrapped around Osamu’s cheeks, mouth crashing down. Osamu’s lips were chapped, like he noticed last night—a stark difference to Keiji, who took chapstick very seriously. But right now, Keiji felt that if he let go of Osamu’s mouth, his lips would crinkle and dry up from dehydration.

Osamu ran his hand through Keiji’s short hair, pulling his head closer, closer, infinitely closer, until he thought their teeth may clash. They kept their tongues to themselves, much to Keiji’s dismay as he continually tried to work his way into Osamu’s mouth. The latter kept his lips tight, conscious enough of the gold band on Keiji’s finger to keep from going further, but not enough to pull away. Conscious enough to realize this was his brother’s teammate’s husband, but not enough to contain his attraction.

Keiji ran his hands down Osamu’s jaw to his shoulders, clenching his fingers in Osamu’s shirt. “Kou,” he groaned, making Osamu’s eyes pop open.

“Nope, nope, you’re drunk,” he replied, pushing Keiji away. “Gotta get you home. Now.”

“But I’m having fun,” Keiji whined, holding onto the hand pressed into his shoulders.

“God, I can’t drive you home like this, you think I’m Bokuto,” Osamu muttered to himself. He looked around. “Where’s your phone? Is there someone who can take you home?”

“Mm… Kenma can. He should be home.”

Osamu worked his way out from under Keiji, leaving him in a pile on the couch cushions. He searched around on the kitchen counter, moving dishware and tossing aside papers like the world was ending.

Which, in a way, it was. He wanted to forget this ever happened. He wanted to pass Keiji onto someone else for the night and hope that as the alcohol washed out of Keiji’s liver that tonight would wash out of Osamu’s memories, and they could go back to Keiji being annoyed by his mere presence.

He did not want to remember kissing a married man.

“Aha!” Osamu snatched up the phone from where it sat, tittering on the edge of the tabletop. The lock screen lit up with a picture of Koutarou kissing Keiji’s cheek, which made Osamu’s gut twist.

He searched through the contacts until he got to the K’s and hit the green phone icon under a Kozume Kenma. He lifted the ringing phone to his ear, hand running over his lips repeatedly in anxiety.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Goddammit, I thought you said this guy was home?” Osamu grumbled.

“He should be,” Keiji called back, still laying on the couch. “I’m pretty sure he was streaming tonight.”

A click came from the phone, followed by, “Hey, Keiji! How’s it going?”

“Not Keiji here… Is this Kozume Kenma?”

“... Depends on who’s asking.”

Osamu slumped down onto one of the barstools. “This is Miya Osamu, a…” He paused, taking a glance back at Keiji. “... A sort of friend of the Akaashis’. Uh, could you possibly come pick him up?”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing. He’s just, ah, drunk.”

Kenma sighed on the other end. “Yeah, I will. What’s your address?”

Osamu gave it to him a little too quickly and had to repeat it over again twice. Kenma arrived in a timely fashion, and Osamu attempted to drag Keiji outside without any more adulterous acts; that proved quite hard, as Keiji was attempting to kiss his neck, and would have succeeded if it weren’t for his stumbling.

“There he is!” Keiji cried when Kenma got out of his car. “The famous Kodzuken, my best friend!”

“God, he’s wasted,” Kenma sighed. “Where’s Koutarou? I don’t think I’ve ever seen Keiji drink without him.”

“My brother’s house,” Osamu replied. “Hanging out with that little redhead… Hinata, I think?”

A smile perked at Kenma’s lips. “Probably dragged them into some card game,” he laughed. “Shouyou has a habit of doing that.”

Kenma reached over and took Keiji, wrapping his arm around the other man’s waist. Keiji’s head fell against the top of Kenma’s, and his arm dangled over the other’s thin shoulders.

It didn’t take long to pack Keiji into Kenma’s car, since he still had enough sense to buckle himself in. Kenma began to pull out and caught Keiji, in the corner of his eye, blowing a kiss to Osamu. Kenma nearly slammed on the brakes then and there, but attempted to keep his cool for the drive back.

It wasn’t the first time Kenma had seen Keiji so drunk he’d probably end up aiming at the wall instead of the toilet bowl. It was always embarrassing, and they had a secret pact not to speak about Keiji when he was drunk.  Usually, Koutarou was there to rub Keiji’s shoulders as he threw up at one in the morning, but that night he threw up alone.

It was oddly reminiscent, in Kenma’s bathroom. It looked exactly like the bathroom at the Nekoma grad party, all those years ago, that he and Koutarou went to. Tetsurou called them not long after the sun had set, obviously drunk, yakking about someone being “the cutest drunk I’ve ever seen!” and trying to commentate an Uno game.

“Man, this isn’t as fun without you!” Tetsurou said, punctuating the compliment with a gargle of a laugh. “I’ll send you the address. You gotta come, Bo. Consider it my going-away gift.”

So, of course, Koutarou went—he was never one to turn down social interaction, especially with his best friend, especially when it’s a party. Keiji went too because, well, what the hell?

By the time they arrived, not long before midnight, Kenma was already passed out and drooling on Tetsurou’s shoulder, and the two other Nekoma grads were playing the infamous Uno game… but, seemingly backward. Before Keiji could take off his coat, the rival ace was up against his side and shoving a Bud Light can into his hand, with the dumbest and most self-indulgent smile he’d ever seen.

After getting sufficiently drunk off of one and a half cans of the cheapest beer a group of high schoolers could get, Koutarou joined in on the Uno game and Keiji curled up in an armchair, chatting with Tetsurou (who still had Kenma laying across his lap like a cat).

“What are you going to do when Bokuto goes off to college?”

Keiji paused. “Same as I always do, right?” he replied hesitantly, as if touching his toes to a stream. “I’ll still see him.”

Tetsurou paused. “Do you ever think about heaven?” he asked, absently running his hand down Kenma’s thin back.

“Not really.”

“What about that past lives stuff, or soulmates?”

“I don’t think about it,” Keiji replied simply. “What, do you? I didn’t think someone from class five would waste thought on it.”

“The idea is so romantic, though!” Tetsurou pouted. “Someone who you’re meant for, a love that literally goes beyond the world… Isn’t that romantic?”

“Hopelessly romantic.”

“Aw, don’t be so depressing,” Tetsurou said as he stuck his tongue out. “You just say that because you’re not still waiting on your soulmate.”

Keiji’s cheeks reddened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Tetsurou laughed, the jostle of his hips making Kenma stir slightly. Tetsurou spared a glance at Koutarou, who was yelling as he slapped a card down with his eyebrows drawn in concentration. “It’s so obvious,” Tetsurou said, hushed, with his hand cupping his mouth to keep Koutarou from overhearing. “You and Bo are nearly conjoined twins! You never go anywhere without the other, even though you’re in different years, and you seem to talk in a special language to each other… Akaashi, you have a memorized list of his weaknesses and how to combat every one.”

Keiji huffed. “It’s what comes with being his vice-captain,” he snapped. “I’m more of a babysitter than anything else.”

“You guys are two sides of the same coin,” Tetsurou said. “You know I’m right.”

Keiji woke up, halfway to a decade later, with the same raging headache, one that permeated to the back of his neck and pulsated. He groaned as he rolled over, nearly throwing himself off the loveseat. He blinked to clear the haze from his vision and was met with Kenma staring at him from across the room with an unreadable expression.

“The hell was that last night?” Kenma nearly growled, tapping his fingers on his crossed biceps.

“What do you mean?” Keiji turned to face his friend, trying to put on a look of innocence but instead giving something between pain and confusion. “I got a little drunk, that’s all.”

“You blew a kiss to that Miya dude!” Kenma yelled, throwing his hand in the air. “What the fuck did you do in there that made him call me, a total stranger?”

Keiji blinked. He stared at the wall for a few moments, before rolling onto his back and throwing his hands to his face. “Oh my God,” he muttered. “Oh my God, Kenma, what did I do?”

“You’re married, Kei,” Kenma said, oddly low and measured. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“I don’t know,” Keiji groaned. He dropped his hands away to stare at the ceiling. “I barely remember what happened.”

“You need to call him,” Kenma tossed Keiji's phone to him, nearly knocking him in the nose. “Find out what the hell happened to you.”

Against his friend’s judgment, Keiji did not call Osamu. Instead, he convinced Kenma to drive him to his truck. When he got to Osamu’s apartment building, he did not go in. He simply got in his truck and drove home. He was hoping Koutarou would be home, to distract him from the guilt eating at his intestines, but he came back to an empty apartment. On the table was a note saying, “went on to practice. I’m sad I missed you. let’s get lunch today– 1:30 sharp! I’m expecting you :) -Kou”

“I don’t have a reason not to now, huh?” Keiji sighed. He looked at the clock on the stove. Not even noon.

Osamu picked up after two rings. “Better Miya brother here, what’s cooking?”

“Do you start every phone call with that?”

He heard some scuffling on the other line. “Keiji? Why are you calling?” The playful tone was dropped from Osamu’s voice.

Keiji sighed and took off his glasses, rubbing at his eyes with his finger. “I don’t remember what I did last night.”

Osamu paused.

“Hello?”

“You seriously don’t remember?”

“No.” Keiji sighed again as he started to get irritated. “Look, this is stupid, if you’re not going to—”

“You, uh, kissed me.”

The glasses slipped from Keiji’s fingers, clanging on the kitchen tile like an exploding bomb. His head was reeling, headache suddenly returning in full force, and he dropped down to his elbows on the counter below him. “What do you mean, I kissed you?”

“What else is there to mean? You kissed me.” Osamu paused, but Keiji stayed silent as a corpse. “I reminded you not to call me Miya-san, you got closer, said I looked like a flower, and then kissed me.”

Keiji groaned. His head dropped like a dead weight onto the counter, shaking every pot and knife and making Koutarou’s note float to the floor.

“If it makes you feel better,” Osamu rushed, “you didn’t say my name. You said Koutarou’s.”

“It doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Oh.”

“I’m going to hang up. Please don’t save my number.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

“Goodbye, Miya-san.”

“...Goodbye, Akaashi-san.”