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Osamu: What do people who stop their microwaves at 0:01 do with their lives?

Atsumu: I DO NOT want to be beeped at! It is LOUD and OBNOXIOUS and I will NOT takE ORDERS FROM SOME EXTRA HOT METAL BOX!

A/N: Hello people, this is my first time trying to write something and I got three more One Shots I am currently working on, different than this one. The ‘Truth or Drink’ game belongs to the YouTube Channel ‘CUT’ but the dialogue is completely made up by yours truly :p. I had so much fun writing this and Osamu’s child story is actually based on a real story my husband once told me about.

Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated!<3 PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR PLAGIARIZE MY WORK! AND DO NOT TRANSLATE WITH INTEND TO COPY MY WORK!!!

genre: fluff

warnings: drinking, cursing, the miya twins being the miya twins, mentions of sex

words: 1776 (the year when the Independence in US was signed, what a coincidence)

Truth or drink with my twin (Atsumu Miya xf!Reader)

Soft orchestral music plays in the background as (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Osamu Miya each take a seat at the table that’s been set up with Tequila and two shot glasses. Between the both of them is a stack of cards which they have to read out.

Director: Who are you guys and what are you doing here today?

You both look at the camera and introduce yourselves.

Y/N: ,,My name is (Y/N).’’

Osamu: ,,Name’s Osamu Miya.’’

Y/N: ,,I am here because my boyfriend’’- you point towards Atsumu sitting on the couch, watching the both of you with a smirk on his face -,,invited me here today to meet his twin’’.

Osamu: ,,And I am here cuz my brother was almost begging me to come here to participate in this game.’’

Atsumu yells in the background ‘That is SO not true!’ making the crew members laugh.

Cameraman: Is this your guys’ first time meeting each other?

Both: ,,Yup.’’

Crew Member: All right let’s get this started!

You turn back towards Osamu to face him.

Y/N: ,,You wanna start off with a shot?’’

Osamu: ,,Yeah, let’s do this.’’

You both clink your shot glasses together as you down the shots.

Director: Let’s start with the first question.

You grab the first card from the deck.

Y/N: ,,What were your first thoughts, when you heard that your brother was dating me?’’

Osamu sends a mischievous look towards Atsumu and quickly looks back at you.

Osamu: ,,Well to be honest, at first I pitied you for dating such a scrub like him but after seeing his lovesick smile on his face and talking about you nonstop, almost making my ears bleed, I was happy for him. Yer seem to make him really happy and I am glad ya can deal with his antics. You have a lot of patience. Hell, I’d even say yer tolerance towards him is a lot bigger than mine.’’

You laugh a little and a quiet ‘Awww’ comes out of your mouth.

Osamu grabs the next card from the deck.

Osamu: ,,How often-Oh God. Ya might wanna take a shot on this one.’’ You give him a weird look and tilt your head a little bit.

Director: What’s it say?

Osamu inhales deeply through his nose and rubs his hand over his face.

Osamu: ,,How often do you guys have sex?’’ After hearing that question, your face turns red with embarrassment. You hide your face behind your hands and groan loudly, making the crewmembers and Atsumu laugh.

Atsumu: ,,More than ya know! I’d say at least 5-6 times a week! That’s a lot more than ya will ever get in yer life!’’

Y/N: ,,I swear y'all trying to get me drunk.’’ You grab the Tequila bottle and pour yourself a shot, dumping it down quickly.

Osamu grabs the next card and reads the first words and gives the camera a deadpan look.

Osamu: ,,On a scale of one to ten-Who the hell comes up with these questions?! How good is my brother in bed? Give details.’’

You stare wide eyed at Osamu and you feel yourself choking on your words.

Osamu: ,,Please take the shot, I really don’t want to know.’’

You’re about to grab the bottle when one of the crew members halts your movements.

Crew member: C’mon this game is no fun if Y/N doesn’t answer that.

Atsumu: ,,Yeah c’mon babe, don’t be shy. Spill the details.’’ You just give him a pissed look.

Atsumu laughs at your annoyed expression.

Y/N: ,,Alright, ehm.. I guess I have to say he never leaves me unsatisfied. And he always has the energy for like 2-3 sounds. That’s all I am gonna say.’’

Osamu has his elbow on the table and rests his head on his hand while giving you a winced expression.

Osamu: ,,Gosh you guys are fucking up my life right now. I hope yer happy.’’ Osamu fills his shot glass with Tequila and drinks it down, hoping to forget this whole day.

You grab the next card and read it out.

Y/N: ,,What’s the most embarrassing story that you remember of Atsumu as a child?’’

Osamu tilts his head and his gaze wanders to the ceiling, looking deep in thought.

Osamu: ,,I remember this one time our family went out for dinner one night. Tsumu and I were about 9 years old. Tsum was falling asleep at the table and I told him just to lay down if he is so tired. So that idiot actually fell asleep underneath the table. As we were getting ready to leave, I just looked at Tsum and said to our parents that he would already be waiting in the car. I think mum was a little bit drunk, so she was just going along with what I said. All of us left the restaurant and we drove back for a little bit. All of sudden mum’s phone rang and it was the restaurant. They said that Tsum was underneath the table when they were cleaning up. I swear Ma had a heart attack and she just looked back in her seat and she saw that only I was in the back. In the end, I got grounded and Tsumu didn’t talk to me for a whole week.’’

You just stare at Osamu with an open mouth as you process his words. The crewmembers are laughing hysterically before you burst out laughing as well.

Atsumu looks at Osamu with a frown and pouts.

Atsumu: ,,Yeah and I am still pissed about that with ya. How can ya do that? Especially to ya own flesh n’ blood?’’ While putting a hand on his chest to give off a dramatic gesture.

Osamu and you both look at Atsumu, while Osamu gives him a disinterested look and you are still trying to contain your laughter, almost tearing up.

Osamu: ,,Yer had it coming, ya ate all of my candy that I hid in one of my drawers from ya.’’

Atsumu: ,,Because ya never share anything with me in the first place!’’

Osamu: ,,Excuse me? I had to share a bedroom AND a bathroom with you for 19 freaking years! As if that isn’t punishment enough.’’

The twins continue to bicker back and forth and you just watch with an amused smile. You look into the camera with a sheepish smile and breathe out a small sigh.

Y/N: ,,This could take a while. Sorry about that.’’

Director: Oh don’t worry about it.

The director claps his hands a few times to gain the twins’ attention back to the game. They stop bickering and stick out their tongues towards each other. Osamu turns back to you and combs his hand through his hair and breathes deeply to calm himself down.

Osamu: ,,Sorry ‘bout that.’’

Y/N: ,,Oh don’t worry about it, it was very entertaining.’’ You give him a smile that he returns.

Crew member: Alright movin’ on. Read the next card, Osamu.

Osamu grabs a new card from the deck and drinks a little bit from the orange juice glass that is placed next to him. He clears his throat and reads it out.

Osamu: ,,Who do you think is better looking? Me or Tsum-Tsum?’’ He gives you a flirty smile and poses a little bit in his seat.

Y/N: ,,Well I mean considering you two are twins I’d say both of you look good the same amount. But I am a loyal soul so I am gonna stick with Tsumie.’’

Osamu nods in understanding and gestures for you to take a new card.

You read over it and slam it down on the table startling Osamu. You immediately reach for Osamu’s shot glass and pour him some Tequila.

Osamu: ,,Ya haven’t even read the question out loud. Go on, can’t be worse than knowing now how long Tsumu lasts in bed.’’ Osamu still takes the shot glass from your hand and starts drinking it just as you read out the next question.

Y/N: ,,Would you ever have a threesome with me and your brother?’’

Osamu spits out the drink and starts coughing violently. You stand up and pat him on his back, trying to get him out of his coughing fit.

Osamu: ,,Goodness no fucking way! I mean, don’t get me wrong you’re very pretty but hell no!’’ Osamu exclaims loudly while trying to breathe.

The crew members are laughing at Osamu’s outburst.

Atsumu doesn’t look too thrilled with his twin brother’s response in calling you very pretty but he doesn’t want to start another fiasco. Then again, he really couldn’t care less since it’s his name you scream almost every night.

Crew member: Osamu would you ever consider dating Y/N if Atsumu wasn’t?

Osamu turns to the camera and then looks Atsumu dead in the eye. Atsumu is mouthing to him ‘Don’t’ while shaking his head. But Osamu is not scared of Atsumu. You tense up and pray to the Gods that Osamu chooses the right answer. What you hear next though, is not what you expected.

Osamu: ,,I’d say yeah, she is my type but I wouldn’t interfere in their relationship cuz she makes him happy and if he makes her happy too, that’s all I care about. If you do ever break up though, ya know where to find me.’’ Osamu winks at you making you blush a little bit at his flirtatious attempts.

Atsumu sends a death glare into his brother’s direction.

Atsumu: ,,Watch it.’’

Osamu: ,,Relax bro, I'm just kiddin’ ‘’

Director: Alright guys last question.

You grab the last card and read it out.

Y/N: ,,Do you think I am good enough for you brother?’’

Osamu pours himself another shot before answering.

Osamu: ,,To be honest, I think you’re TOO good for him. You’re very nice, smart and you seem like a good person. Unlike him cuz he’s a rude asshole. If he ever does treat you like shit though call me or Ma, we’ll beat him up for ya.‘’

You giggle at his comment and thank him for the offer.

Atsumu: ,,Babe don’t gang up on me! I thought ya loved me!’’

You glance at him and send a kiss towards his direction while giving him a wink, that always makes his heart beat faster.

Y/N: ,,Don’t worry baby, you know I’ll always love ya no matter what. You and me forever right?’’

Atsumu gives you a lovesick smile while Osamu almost gags at the sight.

Atsumu: ,,I love ya too baby and yup it’s me and you forever.’’

The whole crew awws at your loving exchange.

I found these pictures of couples in a Facebook group, just wanted to share them with you. Unfortunately I don’t know the name of the artist, but I am still looking for it! Also, this is what I imagine some Haikyuu characters would look like in their relationship <3

- Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Keiji Akaashi, Tetsurō Kuroo, Shinsuke Kita, Hajime Iwaizumi, Issei Matsukawa, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Eita Semi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Motoya Komori

- Osamu Miya, Tetsurō Kuroo, Shōyō Hinata, Lev Haiba, Tōru Oikawa, Kenji Futakuchi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Satori Tendō, Kyoomi Sakusa, Rintarō Suna, Atsumu Miya, Sachiro Hirugami, Shūgo Meian

- Shōyō Hinata, Morisuke Yaku, Lev Haiba, Tōru Oikawa, Kōtarō Bokuto, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Atsumu Miya, Yū Nishinoya

@wake-uptoreality @nerd-of-karasuno @lyditheoverthinker

Playing the sorting hat for Haikyuu characters in Hogwarts Houses❤️🧙🏻‍♂️

Thanks for helping out with the sort @rukia-uchiha-98!❤️

- Yu Nishinoya, Daichi Sawamura, Asahi Azumane, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Lev Haiba

- Tōru Oikawa, Kei Tsukishima, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Kyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Hajime Iwaizumi, Issei Matsukawa, Takahiro Hanamaki, Suguru Daishō, Yūji Terushima, Kōrai Hoshiumi, Rintarō Suna

- Kōtarō Bokuto, Tobio Kageyama, Shōyō Hinata, Ryūnosuke Tanaka, Morisuke Yaku, Satori Tendō, Motoya Komori, Aran Ojiro

- Keiji Akaashi, Kenma Kozume, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kōshi Sugawara, Chikara Ennoshita, Osamu Miya, Shinsuke Kita, Sachirō Hirugami

A/N: Bonjour dear readers! This one shot is dedicated to the hot chef Osamu Miya! P.S. This is my first time writing full smut, please bear with me 🫠🥲 P.P.S. This is my longest one yet! Enjoy!<3

PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY WORK! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! + 18

Warnings: cursing, explicit sexual content, mentions of pregnancy at the end, flirting, kissing

Genre: fluff and a tablespoon of smut :3

Words: 10,378 (welp)

Onigiri Miya is the heart and soul of 26-year-old Osamu Miya.

He worked his ass off in culinary school, got his restaurant in the heart of Japan, and even received a Michelin star.

But something seems to be bothering the successful young chef recently, as his kitchen staff has noticed.

One of Osamu’s employees, Tanjiro, has noticed that the younger twin of the famous pro volleyball player Atsumu Miya has been kind of moody lately. Okay, scratch that.

Very moody lately.

Tanjiro is currently preparing a new order of salmon-filled onigiris when he hears the waitress Kanao come through the doors that are connected to the busy kitchen.

Kanao has a pissed look on her face and grumbles curses under her breath as she marches over to Tanjiro and stands next to him.

The short-haired blonde leans against the counter, her arms crossed against her chest and her frown lingering on her face, as she starts talking quietly to her friend and coworker.

“Gosh, Miya-sama has been so bitchy lately. It's not my fault the lady at table seven complained that the fish didn't taste fresh, even though I told her that we get fresh deliveries every single day. And then she has the nerve to demand to see the head chef!”

Tanjiro listens to her rambling, nodding along as he glances at her sometimes, putting the nori around the triangular onigiris for the finishing touches.

He puts the new order on a hot plate and places the new onigiri perfectly in position and adds a few Nasturtium flowers on the plate for presentation.

“I mean, you know what the boss can be like, especially on days when his brother pisses him off,” Tanjiro explains to her.

Kanao listens to his words and huffs in annoyance, crossing one foot over the other.

“But he’s been a lot worse for a couple of weeks now. I don’t think it has anything to do with his brother. He’s never been this pissy and rude for so long.”

Tanjiro thinks for a moment and states his theory.

“Maybe he is upset with the fact that a new ramen place opened up just across from Onigiri Miya. I mean, I went to Ninja Ramen last week with a friend of mine, and holy shit that was the best ramen I’ve ever had! Seems like the owner is doing well. She is a chef and she learned the art of making ramen noodles from THE Ivan Orkin. He is the best ramen chef in the world! Doesn’t surprise me that her ramen tastes amazing.” Tanjiro explains and hands Kanao the new plate of onigiri.

All of a sudden, an imaginary lightbulb pops up over Kanao’s head and she gasps loudly, making the poor black-haired cook jolt in surprise.

She quickly places the plate down and shakes Tanjiro by the shoulders, squealing in excitement.

“Tanji, that’s it! We’re gonna hook them up! Miya-sama needs to lose some steam anyway and what better than some hot, mind-blowing, steamy sex?!”

Bewildered, Tanjiro looks at her with wide eyes that scream ‘Are you insane?!’.

Pushing her back a little bit, he hesitantly replies.

“Okay, I am going to stop you right there. First, Miya-sama barely has time for dating anyway. Second, do you want to get fired? Because that’s how you get fired. Interfering with his personal life, that’s like death in seconds. Third, we don’t even know if she is married or in a serious relationship.”

Kanao scoffs at that, regaining some distance between them.

“I am willing to take the chance.” She wraps an arm around Tanjiro’s shoulders and points out to the kitchen ceiling.

“Can’t you see it, Tanjiro?”

“See what?”

“Our chance to be off on the weekends or earlier at dinner times because our boss is too busy screwing a certain someone from across the street?” Kanao wiggles her eyebrows up and down in a suggestive way.

Scrunching his nose in disgust, Tanjiro is about to shut down her idea, when a pissed-looking Osamu Miya bursts through the kitchen doors.

The sudden noise of aggressive slamming startles both Tanjiro and Kanoa, making them shrink in fear of their moody boss.

“Kanoa, get that freaking order out to table seven. NOW! Tanjiro, don’t just stand there! Get five more orders of onigiris ready, filled with tuna and spring onions! And why is the rice bowl less than half empty?! Gosh, I have to do everything around here.” Osamu marches over to the pots and starts a new batch of cooked rice.

The blonde waitress quickly glances at Tanjiro once more before grabbing the plate with food and making her way out of the kitchen.

The young cook watches Osamu, actually realizing that Kanoa’s idea of hooking his boss up with the owner across the street might not be so bad after all.

‘I can’t believe I am actually into this crazy idea.’

After the crazy dinner rush, it is finally closing time.

The exhausted employees are leaving through the front door after finishing their duties for the night.

Kanao wraps her scarf around her neck and waits near the entrance for Tanjiro.

As she scrolls through Instagram, she hears him making his way toward her from the kitchen, finally changing into his normal clothes.

“Night Miya-sama, see you tomorrow.” Still counting the money from the register, Osamu doesn’t even look at his workers as he mumbles out a quiet ‘Night’ that Tanjiro barely hears.

The two of them leave the restaurant, walking down the dark sidewalk to the train station together.

Tanjiro shoves his hands into his warm jacket before he decides to speak up.

“So, tell me about this crazy plan of yours.”

Kanao gives him a mischievous grin and rubs her gloved hands together and leans in a little bit too much for Tanjiro’s liking.

“I knew you were going to be with me on this!”

~ Three days later ~

Okay. Today is the day. The day when Kanao and Tanjiro try to hook up their boss with the chef from across the street.

On the way home three days ago, they decided that they split up their tasks. Kanao is going to (stalk) research the owner of Ninja Ramen and Tanjiro is keeping Osamu a little bit longer than necessary at the restaurant.

The waitress found out that the owner of Ninja Ramen across the street is called (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and she is the same age as Osamu.

The best news? She is single!

Thanks to a little girl-to-girl-talk, she managed to convince the beauty from across to visit Osamu after dinner hours.

Usually, Tanjiro is the one that counts the leftovers of ingredients in the fridge but since you are coming over, he involuntarily decides not to do it, so Osamu has to stay a little bit longer than necessary.

It's now 20:57 and Tanjiro and Kanao are getting more anxious by the second. Especially Tanjiro. You are supposed to arrive in less than five minutes and Tanjiro swears he is about to pass out any second now from the stress.

Osamu is busy cleaning up the kitchen and counting the fillings and rice for the list of upcoming orders.

Not knowing he has been set up for a blind date, the owner of Onigiri Miya is deeply focused, as he writes down the number of vegetables in the fridge.

‘Gosh, I feel so shitty for letting Miya-sama do the extra work! Kanao’s plan better be working or else I am going to get fired!’ Rambling in his thoughts, Tanjiro quickly walks over to Kanao, who is wiping down the tables.

“Hey, Kana, what did you tell (Y/N) again?” He looks at her nervously, while keeping an eye out that Osamu doesn't hear them.

Breathing out a heavy sigh, she replies.

“For the last time Tanji, she is coming over at 21:00 and I told her to look pretty because our owner wants to get to know her.” She sprays the table a few more times with disinfectant and lets it dry.

Tanjiro gulps nervously and hisses at her quietly.

“If we get fired because of you, you owe me VIP seats to the next MSBY Jackals game!”

Kanao scoffs at that demand but agrees nonetheless.

The sound of the door chime rings, interrupting the two young adults.

Tanjiro’s eyes widen at the sight before him. She’s drop-dead gorgeous. The perfect body of a goddess and an aura that shines brighter than a thousand suns.

Your eyes are taking in the embellishments and the cozy atmosphere of Onigiri Miya.

An inquisitive look decorates your beautiful face with a smile so captivating, that even the worst days can turn rain into sunshine.

Your shoes echo a little bit on the dark gray tiles and your pretty eyes land on two young adults that look quite happy to see you.

Stepping forward you begin to introduce yourself in a shy voice.

“Hello, my name is (Y/L/N) (Y/N), the owner and head chef of Ninja Ramen. I was supposed to meet someone here. Osamu Miya, I think? Is he still around?”

Tanjiro and Kanao don’t say anything for a few seconds until the blond-haired girl finally opens her mouth.

“Oh my gosh… Yeah! Yes, he is still around. Miya-sama is currently cleaning up in the back but he will be right out! Just sit wherever you like, my friend and I were just leaving anyway!”

You gaze at them confusedly, eyes following their backward steps, as the giddy blonde shoves the black-haired guy through the entrance doors.

With one last wave, Kanao exits the restaurant and tugs a bewildered Tanjiro down the path.

‘What a weird duo’, you think to yourself as you turn back around.

You have to admit though, it is a nice place. The whole restaurant is furnished with black square tables and cushioned chairs stacked upon them. The aroma of lemon and a slight amount of disinfectant fills in your nose, strangely comforting you because this tells you that the owner is sticking to the hygiene rules of a restaurant.

Awards about ‘BEST ONIGIRI IN JAPAN’ and framed TripAdvisor recommendations are hanging on the black walls, along with some YELP reviews from people whose names you don’t recognize.

‘Tobio Kageyama, Keiji Akaashi, Tetsurō Kuroo,… hmm… none of these names ring a bell’, you wonder yourself as you spot the light coming from two doors, that you assume is the kitchen.

With careful steps you begin to walk towards it, one hand slowly pushing the door open.

As your eyes adjust to the bright light you spot someone, who has his back turned towards you. Taking in his appearance, the sight of the man in front of you is almost taking your breath away. His whole outfit is black. Black All-Star sneakers, along with black jeans and a back shirt so fitting, that you can define some of his back muscles. A black cap turned backward sits on top of his head and you can make out a chibi version of an onigiri.

Gosh, your mouth almost feels like it’s about to drool at any moment. His deep voice, however, interrupts your staring.

“Tanjiro, why are you still here? I thought you went ho-“, Osamu interrupts his sentence, when he turns around and spots you.

His wide metallic eyes take in your form, quite shocked but also astounded by the sight of the jaw-dropping woman in his shop.

He tries to open his mouth but no words manage to come out.

You are a bit flustered by his reaction but still, introduce yourself to him.

“I-I am sorry for barging in like this, but one of your workers, the small short-haired blond one said I could find you here. M-My name is (Y/L/N) (Y/N), I am the owner and head chef of ‘Ninja Ramen’. It’s nice to meet you.” You bow down a little bit as you greet him.

Osamu finally snaps out of his trance and is now able to answer you properly.

“Oh, you mean Kanao. U-Uhm… I-I don’t want to sound rude, but what are yer doin’ here?” The young chef stutters out, like a middle schooler talking to his crush.

Sensing his nervousness, you give him a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry I am not here to rob you or anything but Kanao said you wanted to meet me. So here I am.”

Rubbing your hands together sheepishly in front of you, you're waiting for his response.

The former Opposite Hitter furrows his face in confusion, tilting his head to the ground as he tries to remember anything he might have said to his staff members.

“I apologize for any mix-up but I don’t recall sayin’ anythin’ to my staff about meeting ya.”

Now you are even more confused than the man standing across from you.

“That’s strange because, from Kanao’s version, you sounded pretty desperate. Using words like ‘too shy to talk to me’, and ‘wanting to stare deeply into my eyes the whole night until the sun rises’ and I also remember her saying that you think I have a ‘smoking-hot body of a Goddess’.” You cheekily smile at him, crossing your arms across your chest as you walk around a little bit.

Osamu makes a choked sound and his eyes widen in shock. You also notice his cheeks redden with embarrassment and his reaction is making you laugh.

“Relax, relax. The last part was made up by me. I couldn’t help myself.” You chuckle a little bit and gosh just the sound of your laugh is making weird things happen to his heart.

All of a sudden it beats a lot faster. He can feel a spread of warmth in his chest and it’s hard to breathe as well, almost like he ran a marathon for 10 miles without stopping.

You glance at the stack of rice on the counter, along with a notepad and a pen. The door of the fridge is open and your eyes wander over the perfectly stacked vegetables, meat, fish, and eggs.

“Do you need any help?” You ask him while side-eyeing him.

Osamu thinks for a few seconds, before shrugging and agreeing.

“Sure.”

The two of you spent some time together, with you counting the ingredients remaining in the fridge and him writing everything down.

During your counting, you ask him a couple of questions. What made him want to go to culinary school, where he learned how to make onigiri, his favorite food, and even some stories about his time as a teenager in high school.

“So you have a twin? My deepest condolences.” You laugh at the story about how Osamu almost drowned Atsumu at the beach because he drew a dick on Osamu’s back with sunscreen, while he was sleeping and just trying to get a tan.

Osamu laughs along with you, sitting down on one of the two chairs he grabbed from the dining room earlier.

“Yeah, ‘m surprised ya dunno him. He always brags ‘bout bein’ the best athlete and Setter in all of freakin’ Japan. He can be a real piece of shit sometimes, grabbin’ the chance once in a while to come here after a training session for sum’ free food. If he knew ya didn’t know him, he’d be flabbergasted. Wouldn’t hurt his massive ego though once in a while.”

“Haha, I’ll make sure to drop by then and try not to acknowledge his existence.” You wipe away a tear from laughing so much.

After calming down a little bit, Osamu leans his head against his hand, while having his elbow on the counter.

You mimic his actions, putting one leg over the other.

Deciding to be bold, you even surprise yourself by saying this.

“Hey, uhm. I really enjoyed my time with you tonight but I should go home now. I have to be at my restaurant tomorrow morning at seven to catch the delivery guy. I was hoping to get your number because I want to stay in contact with you.” You gaze at him with shy eyes and a blush across your cheeks.

Osamu’s heart drops in his stomach at the thought of you leaving. But his joy quickly comes back as you want to exchange numbers with him. He could almost scream out of happiness.

A lovely woman like you is actually interested in him. Not his twin Atsumu, the famous pro volleyball player.

Him!

Osamu Miya!

Grabbing his phone from his back pocket he opens the contact app and hands you his phone.

Your fingers brush his very faintly but it almost feels like electricity going through your veins.

Typing in your number, you hand him his phone back.

You get up from your chair and help Osamu put the chairs back into the dining room.

Pushing a loose strand behind your ear, you briefly make eye contact with him and thank him for the enjoyable night.

With one last smile and a polite bow, you exit his shop and walk down the path toward your apartment which is only a few minutes away.

‘Damn. She really is something. And she really does have a smoking hot body of a goddess.’ Osamu cogitates while locking up.

As he walks home, Osamu isn’t recalling any memory of ever talking about you to his staff. Shrugging it off, he decides to interrogate Tanjiro and Kanao tomorrow when he sees them.

After reaching the door of his apartment 15 minutes later, he unlocks his door and enters inside.

While he takes off his shoes, he grabs his phone from his back pocket and opens up his messenger app, pondering what he should say.

Typing in a message, he re-reads it before sending it to you.

Just freshly coming out of the shower you hear a notification sound coming from your phone.

Drying your hair off with a towel, you pick up your phone and smile widely at the message that Osamu has sent you.

‘Had a wonderful time with you tonight. What do you say about havin’ dinner with me at my place next Saturday? :)’

Osamu is brushing his teeth when his phone vibrates with a notification from you.

His heart skips a beat when he reads your reply.

‘Me 2! And I would love that! I can’t wait to learn more about you and to be able to taste the food made personally by THE Osamu Miya <3.’

Smiling like idiots, both of you head to bed that night, excitement bubbling in your stomachs, looking forward to seeing each other again in 7 days.

~ The next day ~

The next morning, when Tanjiro walks down his usual path towards Onigiri Miya, an unsettling feeling sets in his stomach because he doesn’t know what happened between you and his boss last night.

He prays to the Gods and every other supernatural power in the heavens that Osamu had a good time last night and Tanjiro hopes that he still gets to keep his job that pays his bills.

Kanao had texted him earlier in the morning, saying she didn’t feel good for work today. But Tanjiro knows it’s some bullshit excuse so she doesn’t have to face Osamu like Tanjiro does.

With a sweaty hand, he pushes open the entrance door and hears the bell chime above the door.

‘Deep breaths Tanjiro.‘

The young cook walks with heavy footsteps inside, immediately noticing a whistling tune coming from the counter.

As soon as Osamu hears the jingle of the bell, he stops whistling and looks up to see who has entered.

With a smile, he greets his employee with a chirpy `Good morning’ and Tanjiro can feel himself breathing out a sigh of relief. So the blind date did go well. Mumbling a quiet ‘Good morning’ back he hurries into the kitchen.

Tanjiro enters the kitchen and gets changed quickly into his cooking uniform. He ties his apron behind his back and gets started to cook the rice in the huge rice cooker.

The sound of the kitchen doors opening rings in his ears and he can hear footsteps slowly approaching him.

The black-haired adolescent gulps nervously and he can feel Osamu‘s presence, as he now chops the vegetables on the wooden board.

The 6‘2“ head chef leans against the counter and crosses his arms against his chest as he looks at Tanjiro.

Tanjiro focuses on his chopping so he doesn’t accidentally cut himself.

”So, Tanjiro.“ Osamu starts.

The sound of his boss’ voice makes Tanjiro freeze, the sharp knife stopping its actions.

“There was a woman in my shop last night after closing hours. She said some interestin’ things. Like for example how ‚desperate‘ I was to meet her accordin‘ to a certain blond-haired employee of mine and me thinkin‘ how she has a smokin‘ hot body. She looked awfully familiar, let’s say, I dunno, maybe like the owner of ‚Ninja Ramen‘? Ya wouldn’t know anythin‘ bout that would ya?“ Osamu awaits his answer and keeps his gaze locked on him.

Still frozen in fear, Tanjiro is not able to answer him. He promised not to rat out Kanao, but then again Kanao left poor Tanjiro alone with Osamu today.

“Tanjiro?“ Osamu asks with a firmer voice.

Okay, Tanjiro can’t take the pressure anymore and he breaks.

“Okay okay, I give up! Yes, it was Kanao’s plan for you to meet up (Y/L/N)-sama but I swear, I tried to change her mind about it! I am so sorry, please don’t fire me!” Tanjiro frantically says as he bows down deeply, to apologize for his and Kanao’s behavior for interfering with his personal life.

Tanjiro stays in this position, still not hearing an answer from his boss, he looks up slightly in fear.

Osamu is staring at him silently, eyes hooded and a deadpan expression resting on his face.

Suddenly a small smile grazes his features, as he looks up to the ceiling, remembering your beautiful face from last night.

He takes off his cap and ruffles his dark hair messily, before placing the cap back on.

The younger Miya twin makes his way towards the kitchen doors, stopping right in front of them but not turning around when he speaks to his apprentice.

Tanjiro regains his posture and shuffles his feet a bit against the floor uncomfortably due to his boss’ silent tension.

“Tanjiro.” He perks up at his name.

“Y-Yes Miya-sama?” He stutters out.

“I had a good time with (Y/N) last night and I want to thank ya for that. But don’t you dare interfere with my personal life again, ya hear?”

“Y-Yes s-sir.” Hearing his words, Osamu exits the kitchen and continues his happy tune.

Exhaling a shaky breath, Tanjiro curses the hell out of Kanao and swears that he will get those VIP tickets regardless of her.

When Kanao comes back to work two days later on Tuesday, she immediately notices the change of behavior of her boss. Osamu smiles a lot more and it’s even an honest smile!

During break times, she catches him a lot on his phone, typing feverishly to answer you. Even the slightest notification sound is making him pull out his phone to check, only to sigh in disappointment as it’s not a reply from you.

The week feels like it’s passing too slowly for Osamu. But thankfully it’s Saturday again, the day when you come over to his place.

Osamu checks the time on his phone and sees that it’s 15:47. You’re coming over at 18:00.

Exhaling slowly, Osamu takes off his hat and shuffles his messy black hair.

He tells one of his waitresses to watch the cash register for a moment, walking towards the kitchen.

When he opens the door he gets greeted by his kitchen staff, as he enters.

Standing in the middle, Osamu asks for a moment of attention.

Everyone stops what they are doing and turns to listen to what their boss has to say.

“Alright, everyone. I have some personal matters to attend to so we are closing right now. Finish the orders, but please don’t take in any more customers. All clear?”

“Yes, Miya-sama!”

Osamu nods and makes his way back outside.

When everyone leaves, he locks up his restaurant and puts a paper on his front door, which states that unfortunately due to unexpected personal matters, the restaurant has to close earlier than the opening times say. And a P.S. underneath the note that the shop will be open again regularly on Tuesday.

Once he arrives home, he starts to clean up a little bit more, making sure that everything is in place and spotlessly clean.

Eventually, 18:00 rolls around, and sharp on time, his doorbell rings.

Osamu quickly lights another candle and skips his way to his apartment door.

As soon as he opens his brown wooden door, he is immediately greeted by your beautiful smile.

You are pulchritudinous.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?“ You tease him.

“Oh yeah. Uh yeah. Sorry, come in.“ The ravenette snaps out of his trance and steps aside to let you enter his apartment.

Your shoulder brushes his briefly and Osamu smells your perfume as you bend down a little bit to take off your sneakers. Your perfume smells like a mixture between vanilla and coconut and the ravenette wishes he could hug you from behind and hold you all night long while remembering your scent in his memories.

Osamu walks ahead and you follow him into the kitchen.

His kitchen is wide and spacious, not to mention sparkling clean. Which doesn’t surprise you, since his restaurant is also in top condition.

A light gray polished marble floor shines in your way, giving it an expensive taste. The kitchen counters are black and white, with a colorful LED strip underneath some of the cabinets. It gives off a cozy atmosphere. You have to admit that the owner of Onigiri Miya has exquisite architectural taste.

You can hear the voice of Ed Sheeran on a music Bluetooth box not too far away, playing the song „Shape Of You“.

A few candles are placed along the counters, giving your stomach butterflies because you know that Osamu is trying hard to impress you, even though he doesn’t need to.

Osamu watches as you look around a little bit in his apartment, taking in your reactions as you glance over his framed pictures of him and his brother in his living room. There are some old Volleyball team snapshots and a funny selfie from a guy you don’t recognize as he holds up a peace sign to the camera with a blank expression, while Atsumu and Osamu are on hospital beds, beat up faces along with bandaids and it’s blurry, but they are throwing hospital equipment at each other with angry looks.

“So I was thinkin‘ of makin‘ Spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. Just easy an’ quick to make. That sound alright with ya?“ The former Opposite Hitter rubs his hand on his neck while giving you an unsure look.

Though as long as you get to spend time with him, that’s all you care about.

Beaming at him, you nod in response.

You place your jacket across the back of his black leather couch and tug your sleeves back behind your elbow.

Following him from the living room into the kitchen you begin to wash your hands by his Undermount sink.

“Whatcha doin‘?“ He tilts his head as he watches you.

“Helping you make the food obviously. I am not going to sit around and let you do all the work.“ You reply.

Osamu is taken aback by your straightforwardness, but he is not going to lie, he kind of likes it.

“Alrighty, I will do the noodles and the sauce then if ya wanna start the meatballs.“ Osamu suggests.

“Yes, chef.“ You wink at him with a flirty smile.

Shaking his head in amusement, Osamu grabs all the ingredients and spices to make some killer Spaghetti and Meatballs with you together.

Grabbing the ground beef you put it in a huge mixing bowl that you grabbed from one of the cabinets.

Chopping up an onion, garlic, and some parsley, you add it into the mix.

Afterward, you put on gloves to add some salt and pepper, Worcestershire Sauce, breadcrumbs, Parmesan cheese, and an egg.

You begin forming the meatballs with your black-gloved hands, deeply focused on getting them round.

All of sudden you feel a warm breath over your shoulder, giving your skin goosebumps over your neck.

Osamu looks over your shoulder, as he watches in admiration of your idle hands shaping the beef mince.

Huffing in frustration, you curse the meat as it keeps falling apart.

Chuckling slightly at your reaction, he leans in a little bit to whisper his advice in your ear.

“Try adding more bread crumbs into the mix, it should help the meatballs to stick together.“

His deep voice is sending shivers down your spine and you can’t believe that it’s turning you on.

Following his advice nonetheless, you pour more breadcrumbs into the bowl, before setting the can aside again.

Re-mixing the meat, you take a patch of meat again and begin to reform it with shaking hands.

Rough hands are surrounding your own, making you gasp.

“See? Told ya it would work.“ He places a teasing kiss behind your ear.

He retracts his hands and body, already making you miss his warmth.

When he washes his hands by the sink, you’re finally able to exhale the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in.

‘He‘s getting bolder. I like it.‘ You think to yourself, as you try to calm down your breathing and your rapid heartbeat.

You quickly look in Osamu‘s direction and watch him cut up onions, tomatoes, and some garlic as well with skilled hands. The sound of a knife repeatedly cutting against the wooden chopping board distracts you from making your meatballs.

Almost out of instinct, like he could tell you are watching him, Osamu looks at you from his side view and you whip your head back to your task and blush furiously.

The black-haired twin chuckles darkly at your reaction but continues with his chopping.

After shaping all the meatballs together and finally starting the sauce, you put the meatballs in the oven.

The water for the noodles is boiling and you swear it’s the steam making things hotter in the room. When you were watching Osamu earlier, you have to admit you were certainly enjoying the view. The way the muscles on his arms worked, gosh you wish he would wrap those hands around your body to feel you down.

Mentally slapping yourself out of your flustered state, you try to calm down but it’s no use. You have a feeling Osamu is purposely messing with you with his feather-light touches and it’s driving you insane.

Fortunately, dinner is finally ready and you can’t wait to dig in and hopefully calm yourself down.

Grabbing two bowls from his black cabinet, he makes you a bowl full of Spaghetti and meatballs before handing it to you.

You grab the utensils from his drawer for you and him and head over to his dining table.

You place the utensils down in front of you and on the other side for Osamu.

Walking back to the kitchen, you ask him if you can help him with anything else.

“If ya want to, ya could grab my bowl and set it on the table. I will bring Parmesan cheese. By the way, do ya want some wine?“ Osamu opens the fridge again to grab the cheese and looks at you with questioning eyes.

“That sounds lovely, thank you.“ You give him a stunning smile as you grab his bowl to head back to the table.

An hour later, the both of you are sitting with full bellies on his couch, after having everything cleaned up and put away into the fridge.

Each of you has a glass of wine in your hands, with only a few feet of distance between you two, shared laughs and stories fill up the room.

”There was a carnival in our hometown an’ our Volleyball Team went there together. Tsumu went confidently into the mirror maze sayin’ he woulda come out in less than 10 minutes. So Suna, one of our teammates, set a timer and when he still wasn’t out, I gotta admit I was gettin’ kinda worried. So I went in and tried lookin’ for him. I found him after a while and he was crying. I asked him what was wrong and he just looked at me and I saw that he had a bloody nose. He ran into a glass wall so hard, that he broke his nose because he was freakin’ out about never gettin’ outta there. In the end, my Captain, Kita, had to come in and save our sorry asses,” he laughs with a glint in his eyes, as he tells you the story.

You laugh with tears in your eyes, taking a small sip of your wine.

“Oh dear, I kind of feel bad for your brother. But look at you,” you smirk at him.

He arches up a brow in amusement and waits for you to continue.

“A knight in shining armor. Would you have saved me from the mirror maze as well?” You tease him.

“Why, of course, milady. I would have carried thy pretty face out to safety,” he replies with a wink and scoots a little bit closer to you.

“And what would the knight in shining armor wish for as a reward?” You lick your lips while taking a peek at his lips with anticipation.

“Mhm, I can think of something right now.”

You inch a little bit closer to him, your knee bumping his knee softly.

Tucking both of your legs behind you, you lean your arm against the backrest of his couch, still having your wine in your hand.

Osamu scoots a little bit closer as well and now there’s even less space between you two, your eyes set on each other with a blush on your cheeks.

Osamu places his wine on the coffee table in front of the couch before taking yours and placing it down as well. Whilst doing that, his eyes never leave your form.

Now only a few inches apart, you almost press yourself against him. You feel tipsy from the wine and to keep yourself from falling over, your hand touches his muscular chest. You can feel him flex and it is making you want him even more.

The ravenette places one of his hands on your warm cheek and inches his face closer to yours, his eyes darting between your eyes and lips, indirectly asking for permission to kiss you. His other hand is gripping the back of the couch out of nervousness but he almost jolts in surprise when your soft hand is placed over his own.

Your gesture soothes Osamu and calms him down a little bit, so he closes his eyes and brushes his lips softly against yours, almost to test out if he is going too far.

You are not pulling back or pushing him away, which is a good sign because he can no longer wait and finally presses his lips against yours in a soft kiss.

Briefly pulling back after a few seconds, Osamu gazes at you with a new emotion in his eyes. Lust.

This time, you’re being the bold one and you press another kiss against his slightly chapped lips with a little bit more force.

Sighing in bliss, Osamu’s hand wanders from your cheek to your neck and pulls you even closer to make you rest in his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck and you continue the kiss.

Both of Osamu’s hands now wander to grab your waist and he leans back more without interrupting your kiss.

You tilt your head a little bit, to deepen it.

Osamu follows your lead, letting his tongue caress yours, tasting the wine on it. He sighs heavily into your mouth and pulls you even closer so that you’re now laying on top of him. Your nails start to scratch the undercut on the back of his head, almost making Osamu purr in delight.

Unconsciously, you grind on him a little bit and Osamu moans into the heated kiss.

His hands wander down to your ass and start massaging it roughly.

Gasping at these rough actions, your moans get swallowed by his mouth.

Due to the lack of oxygen, you pull away first, inhaling heavily to calm down your breathing.

Osamu is trying to control his breathing as well, gazing at you with dilated pupils and glistening lips.

”Yer so beautiful,” he whispers.

Blushing at his compliment, you dive down again, feeling his tongue immediately enter your mouth again. Your hands travel from the back of his head to his messy hair on top, where you run your fingers through his soft black hair and pull on it slightly. You hear a light growl coming from the back of his throat and as your kisses get wilder, you start to feel something hard against your thigh.

Though you don’t want to continue this further on his couch, you reluctantly pull away.

“How about we take this to the bedroom?” You teasingly whisper into his ear, licking along the shell before biting into it gently.

Osamu shudders at your actions, nodding a few times before sitting up with you in his lap.

“Hold on tight baby,” he orders you before moving his arms around your hips, firmly grabbing them to hoist you up.

You cling onto him with your legs crossed behind his lower back and tilt your head to catch your lips with his again.

Osamu begins walking to his bedroom, still having your lips on his.

Time seems to fly by too quickly because you can feel yourself pressed up against a wall.

You can feel Osamu’s fingers going underneath your shirt, his touch setting your skin on fire. Pulling up your shirt, even more, he breaks the kiss and you take the hint to pull off your shirt, only to capture his lips with your own again. Walking inside his bedroom, he closes the door with his foot.

Osamu starts to walk backward carefully until he can feel the edge of his bed behind his knees and sits down with you still on top of him.

Moving to lay down, he turns you around, so now you’re lying underneath him.

His touches are driving you crazy with desire. You want him closer, to become one with you.

“Oh Osamu, you make me feel so good.” You mumble in between sloppy kisses.

Your hands wander over his upper body, grasping his shirt and pushing it up, so you can feel his firm abs.

Without hesitation, Osamu grabs the collar of his shirt and tugs it off to throw it behind him.

Back to focus on your body, he starts to leave a trail of hot-mouthed kisses on your chest and moves down to the hem of your leggings.

“Call me Samu.” He briefly looks up to you before quickly undressing you from your leggings, leaving you only in your black lace bra and panties.

“Gosh yer so fucking hot, I wish this night could last forever.” He whispers against the skin of your stomach while placing small teasing kisses along it, before reaching the band of your panties, tugging on it with his teeth.

You reach a hand out to cup his cheek softly, your dilated pupils making his cock twitch with need.

“We have all night, I am not going anywhere.” You whisper to him in a seductive tone.

Smiling at your words he crawls back up to you, catching your lips with his yet again and you can feel his smile in your kiss.

Your soft hands are traveling from his chest to his shoulders and you begin scratching them in a teasing manner, making Osamu hiss slightly and grind his hips against yours.

You’re both moaning into the kiss and all of sudden you can feel his strong fingers playing with your bra straps before pushing them down gently to your arms.

Breaking the kiss your body pushes itself up so you’re able to take off your bra in a matter of seconds.

Osamu's fiery gaze burns into your naked chest and he licks his lips before latching onto your chest, pushing you down again once more to maintain control.

Hot kisses are placed across your chest before his mouth engulfes your right boob, as he begins to suck on it harshly.

You let out a loud squeaky moan, fingernails scratching his scalp, making him moan against you. The vibration of his tone sends shivers across your skin, entirely enraptured by his skilled tongue and teeth.

His talented fingers are grabbing the flesh of your waist, hooking them into the lace of your underwear before starting to pull it down. Lifting your hips so he can remove it off of your body, just in seconds hastily ripping it off of you.

Now you’re lying completely naked underneath him, but you notice that he is still wearing his pants. Distracted by your hot body, his soft lips are getting closer to your clit but your words interrupt his actions.

“Take your pants off.” You interrupt his wandering kisses.

Chuckling darkly at your request he leans back down and starts to lick a strip along your folds.

“Patience my dear. I ain’t done with ya yet.” He mumbles into your clit before placing your legs over his shoulders as he gets comfortable on his stomach.

As he starts to give you slow licks against your clitoris, he makes sure to focus on your reactions. And judging by your constant moaning, you seem to enjoy it a lot which fills Osamu’s ego with pride.

Osamu focuses now on your clit, sucking then tracing it with the tip of his tongue. One of your hands finds his hair and you pull on it harshly. He moans loudly in his throat, the vibrations sending you into more of a feeble mess. You cry out his name in sensation as you orgasm, your fluids gushing out, painting his jaw with your fluids. The dark-haired twin laps up everything he could, his mouth and chin wet from your essence and his saliva. He leans back to sit up on his knees; two of his long fingers entering you dripping hole, overstimulating your twitching cunt.

You can start to feel tears building up in your eyes, it’s just too much.

You haven’t felt like this in a long time, even though this is your first time getting eaten out by Osamu, it’s like he already knows how to twist his fingers and use his tongue on you to make you go crazy with desire.

”S-Samu, please…”

He grins cheekily at your shaking voice and leans over you to give you a feverish kiss and whispers against your lips.

“What is it baby? Use yer words.“

His fingers go even deeper and you swear, you almost scream his name as he begins scissoring his middle and ring finger inside your tight cunt.

“Please fuck me, I need you so badly.“ You toss your head into his pillow in a whiny voice.

Osamu curses at your request and extracts his fingers from your dripping hole.

In a flash, Osamu rids himself of his pants and underwear, completely nude right in front of you. As you check him out, his eyes drift to his nightstand, where his condoms are stored.

When Osamu turns to his nightstand to grab a condom and is about to open it, your hand softly grabs his wrist, stopping his movements to look at you.

“I am on the pill and I trust you.“ Whispering in a soft tone, Osamu drops the condom wrapper and leans back down to kiss you gently while placing both of his forearms next to your head. Your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer to you.

Osamu begins to rub his hard erection against your clit, teasing you with his wet tip.

Parting from your lips, you let go of him and Osamu takes his cock in his hand to gently place it against your entrance.

Looking up at you one more time to make sure you’re okay with this, he slowly pushes the tip in, while keeping his focus on you.

You breathe out in a shaking pattern, making Osamu halt his movements.

“Ya okay? Do ya wanna stop?” He asks while brushing his hand against your cheek with a worried look on his face.

"N-No, I am fine. Just been a while since I have done this. You’re really big” you whimper out.

Osamu blushes at your comment, his cheeks heating up in a rosy red as he begins to pepper your face in slow comforting kisses.

He waits a while for you to adjust to his size before you give him the signal to start moving again.

Cautiously he begins to move again, moving his weight onto his arms so he doesn’t crush you.

Keeping his focus locked on you, he takes in your moans and your fucked out expression.

Setting his forehead on your shoulder, he groans deeply into your ear, making your pussy twitch in excitement.

The clenching of your walls tighten around his dick, making his breath hitch and moving a little bit faster and harder into you.

His thrusts are almost erratic, harsh movements slapping against your pelvis. The creaking of the mattress and the headboard slamming repeatedly against the wall take over as the main sounds in the bedroom.

“O-Oh gosh… y-yer… yer feel fuckin’ amazin’.” He pants against your neck, sucking and biting your soft neck.

Mewling at his actions, your arms circle around his muscular back and your nails begin to leave trails behind.

Osamu hisses a little bit at the pain but it spurs him on even more.

Trailing quick and wet kisses along your neck and collarbone, the ravenette continues to ravish and cherish your body to give it all the attention in the world it deserves.

Moving to your lips, your tongues sloppily entangle themselves, while Osamu still continues to snap his hips to yours into the mattress.

With you breaking the kiss, you tangle your fingers into his hair and the ravenette drops his sweaty forehead on yours, while nuzzling his nose softly against yours.

Your shared breaths mingle together, grunts and moans exchanged in a soft pattern.

Pushing himself onto his hands, Osamu gives you a few very hard thrusts of his own, knowing he is close to coming.

Thrusting into your wet hole one last time, he feels his cum burst and paint your inside walls white.

He groans at the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick, squeezing out the last drops of his seed.

Out of breath, Osamu drops into the cooling bed sheets beside you, putting one of his arms over his forehead while the other pulls you closer to his chest.

As you gently lay your head on his sweaty chest you can hear the fast rhythm of his heart beating right next to your ear.

Feeling his fingers caress your sides gently, you manage to sneak a glance at him, seeing his grin and red cheeks from your mind-blowing sex was setting your heart on fire.

“That… that was….fuckin’…. amazin’.” He manages to breathe out.

You giggle at his words, moving to rest your chin on his chest to stare into your lover’s eyes.

The ravenette moves his arm from his forehead to the back of his head, making his biceps flex but he still keeps his other arm around you, pulling you even closer to him, that you’re almost resting on top of him.

Osamu gazes back at you with those star-struck eyes almost not believing that you are here with him, right now, in his bed and in his arms.

Smiling softly at you, he gives out a small blissful sigh, his hand moving from your back to your hair, carding his fingers through your slightly wet hair.

“Something on my face?” You ask him with a small smirk on your face.

“Nah. Just yer beauty making mah heart go crazy an’ I feel like I won the jackpot .” He winks at you.

Scoffing at his flirting, you begin to move off of him to clean yourself up.

Osamu senses you want to leave and tightens both of his arms around you, basically trapping you as he pulls you almost underneath him.

With his strong arms wrapped around you, you squeak in shock like a little mouse.

"Samu, I am gross! Let me go, so I can wash up!” You manage to speak out from underneath him.

“I don’t think so baby, spend a lil’ more time with me, pwease.” He turns you around and gives you puppy dog eyes.

Loosening his grip on you, your arms find the back of his head and you pull him towards you in a hurried kiss but still passionate kiss.

Immediately following your actions, the owner of Onigiri Miya gives his all in the kiss, making it messier and hungrier the longer you make out.

Pushing at his chest so he’s now underneath you, you both break the kiss while a string of saliva connects you both.

Looking into his dilated pupils and his panting breathing rhythm, he seems to be thinking the same as you.

You climb on top of him, sitting on his sweaty stomach as you grind down on him.

Feeling his soft cock hardening again at your movements, you begin to slightly scratch over his chest and stomach, his breath hitches in his throat as your nails leave red marks on his skin.

His hot and moist skin on his stomach is making it easy for you to glide forward and re-catch his lips with your own.

Osamu is still trying to control his panting but he can’t calm down fast enough when he feels your lips on his again.

Moaning against your lips you pull back in a haste and his hardening cock in your hand to guide to your entrance again.

“It’s like I said, we have all night.” You tell him in a seductive tone and as soon as he is inside of you again, Osamu breathes out with a blissful sigh and a grin rests on his face at your statement, ready for round two.

~ The next morning ~

Osamu is in dreamland right now, when a constant annoying vibration on his nightstand rips him out of his bliss.

His eyes slowly blink open, feeling that he is pressed against something or rather someone with very soft skin. His head is placed against your neck and one of his arms is wrapped lazily around your waist.

Groaning in soreness, he untangles himself from your naked warm body to reach for his phone on his nightstand.

When he sees his brother‘s name flash on his phone, he automatically is irked. Nonetheless, he answers.

Before Osamu can even say anything, Atsumu already starts yelling at him.

“Osamu! Why the hell‘s ya shop closed?! It’s SUNDAY! Yer the only one open on Sundays! I am starvin‘! An‘ yer lousy sign about ‘personal matters’ that ya apparently need ta attend to, is bullshit! What kin‘ of personal fuckin‘ matters do ya need ta attend to huh?!“

“Calm yer scrawny ass down. I ain’t feelin‘ well today so I am stayin‘ home.“ Osamu explains to him in his morning voice while pinching his nose in annoyance.

Silence on the other side.

“Well do ya at least have food at ya place?“ Atsumu asks.

Osamu can’t believe how this man, his freaking twin, can live by himself.

“Yeah but-“ the younger twin gets interrupted again.

“Good I‘ll be over in 5.“ The Setter says and hangs up.

Baffled, Osamu looks at his phone for a second before realizing what his brother just said.

Untangling himself completely from you, he manages not to wake you up.

As soon as Osamu gets up from his bed, he immediately pulls on boxers and his sweats he hastily grabbed from his closet and almost runs towards his front door.

Before he can reach it though, his door unlocks with a click and his sandy-haired twin walks in with his spare key.

Atsumu’s look finds his brother‘s and doesn’t even greet him as he begins to walk straight to Osamu‘s fridge.

The ravenette follows the blonde and is beyond pissed off, he only has given Atsumu his spare key for emergencies.

Being lazy and not wanting to cook for oneself does certainly not count as an emergency.

“Can‘tcha just get one of yer teammates ta bring ya somethin‘ over? Also, I gave ya a key for emergencies only, ya can‘t just bust in whenever ya feel like it“ , ironically the younger brother scolds the older one.

Speaking with his mouth full of orange chicken and rice, Atsumu answers, little grains of rice accidentally falling out, as he talks.

“Meh yannow yer food tchastes besht. Alsho.” Atsumu swallows a bit before continuing.

Osamu doesn't like that mischievous smile, it irks him even more.

“Yer have a lil’ hickey on the side of yer neck. Along with some scratch marks on yer chest and-“ Atsumu pauses before squinting his eyes to take a better look.

“That a fuckin’ bite mark?!” Atsumu exclaims loudly before laughing out loud.

“Tsumu, shut. Up!” Osamu shushes him with a snapping undertone, almost begging him to be quiet so Atsumu’s loud laugh doesn’t wake you up.

But Atsumu doesn’t care about the angry look his brother is giving him, he goes on laughing, almost with tears in his eyes.

“I can’t believe it! Yer got laid! Shit! Bout damn time! So, who was the lucky lady lil’ bro?” Wiggling his eyebrows up and down, Atsumu impatiently waits for an answer.

“It’s none of yer damn business. And stop eating my food!“ Osamu spits at him and slams the fridge door closed.

“Jeez someone’s tired and grouchy dis mornin‘.“

Rubbing his hands over his face, Osamu is still trying to wake up, and having his twin brother uninvited over at his place, isn’t exactly a great way to start the day.

Before he can answer though, you step into the kitchen, only wearing one of Osamu’s shirts and your panties.

His shirt is a little bit too big on you, almost reaching the middle of your thighs. Osamu’s eyes widen and Atsumu’s jaw almost drops on the floor at the sight of you.

Shyly you look between them before your gaze remains on Osamu.

“I-I am sorry for interrupting, but I heard a lot of loud noises coming from the kitchen and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay Samu.”

Osamu stares lovingly at you with a smile, before walking over, wrapping his strong arms around your waist to pull you towards his well-defined chest.

“I am alright. Thank you for checkin’ on me. Sorry if I woke ya up.” He quietly apologizes to you.

Atsumu coughs a little bit, as he, unfortunately, can feel the sexual tension in the room. Neither you nor Osamu care though.

But the Setter swears he’s never seen his brother in a state like this. It almost looks like his twin is under a love spell, completely enchanted by your looks and charms.

He is happy for him though, almost admitting that he is jealous that his brother scored such a hot girl. Of course, he would never admit this out loud.

“I am going to take a shower. See you in a bit.“ You untangle yourself from his embrace and stand on your tiptoes, to give him a quick peck on the lips. Osamu tries to chase your lips with his but you gently push him away with a teasing smile on your face.

“Later.“ You wink at him, already on your way to his bathroom, making him smirk in excitement.

Both of their eyes follow you, and you hear one last interaction between them before you close the bathroom door.

“Didya at least use protection?” Atsumu asks.

“GET. OUT!” You hear Osamu yell, before the sound of an aggressive door slam echoes in the apartment.

Tooth-rotting extra scene <3

It’s 20:47 and the team of Onigiri Miya is finishing up the clean-up of dinner tonight.

Osamu is counting the money by the register, while Kanao wipes off the tables with a kitchen towel and Tanjiro is mopping up the kitchen.

The sound of the door chime disturbs the comfortable silence. Kanao looks up from cleaning the table and gives you a friendly smile as you walk into your husband’s restaurant.

“Sorry we’re closing up right now, please come back tomorrow.”

You hear the tired voice of your husband and locate him at the register. Osamu is writing something down on a notepad while still keeping his face down, not noticing you have entered.

You try to hide your smile as you bite down on your lip and slowly make your way toward him.

“Hmm that’s too bad, I was hoping to get some order of love and kisses from my handsome husband that I haven’t seen all day.”

At the sound of your angelic voice, the ravenette’s head rapidly shoots up and a wide smile breaks out on his face.

Osamu puts down the notepad and walks around the counter to be able to greet you by giving you a gentle hug and a quick peck.

“Not that I’m complainin’ but whaddya doin’ here? I thought ya went back home after yer appointment.” The tall chef asks you while arching up a brow.

You lean back a little bit from his hug but remain in his arms.

Giving him a shy smile, you reply.

“I just missed you so much, being alone all day is so depressing and I miss your cooking at home. Making food for myself is kind of boring and lonely. And maybe I also miss the warmth of your love and body that I like to feel by my side.”

Osamu chuckles a bit at your words and takes a loose strand of your hair between his fingers before placing it back behind your ear.

“I miss ya too baby. And ‘m sorry for bein‘ so busy lately, I promise to spend more time with ya and the little one.” He tells you with an apologetic look on his face.

Placing a hand on his chest you let your finger follow the outline of his well-defined chest, almost drooling since your hormones are through the roof ever since you found out you’re pregnant.

Noticing your seductive look and touch, Osamu places his hands on your hips and it almost sounds like a purr when he says this.

“I can tell someone has not only been craving my love and warmth.”

Tanjiro walks out of the kitchen and grabs his coat from the hanger to pull it on.

Also noticing you are here, Tanjiro gazes with a soft smile at the couple.

The romantic moment is ruined, just when you are about to kiss, Kanao decides to open her loud mouth by breaking up the sexual tension between you two, getting slightly uncomfortable with the PDA of her boss and his wife.

“Hey boss, since it’s thanks to us you’re married to the most gorgeous woman in the world, have you ever considered giving us a raise?”

Tanjiro’s head snaps to his friend and silently snaps at her ‘‘Do you have a death wish?!’’

Osamu’s lovestruck face is replaced with an angry look and it sends shivers down Tanjiro's and Kanao’s spines.

“Don’t push it.”

You let out a small giggle and pull his shirt towards you, so you can give him a big kiss on his soft lips.

Osamu is startled by your roughness but melts into the kiss.

As he is about to deepen it more, you let go of his shirt and push a hand on his chest to push him off of you a little bit.

The lovesick twin gives you a soft smile and places his hand on the small bulge of your stomach. Gently caressing it, he glances down.

Your smile matches his own, putting one of your hands over his, to rest against your stomach.

Remembering the surprise you have for him you turn a little bit to reach for your bag. Osamu looks at you a bit confused but lets you reach into your bag.

Feeling the ultrasound pictures in your fingers while rummaging through your bag, you pull it out and hand it to him.

You can see tears forming in his steel gray eyes and Osamu breathes out a hearty laugh.

Taking in his reaction makes you tear up as well, you unfold the ultrasound picture, letting pop up three more photos attached to the first.

You point to the second picture, “This is baby A-”, your finger sliding down to the next, - “This is baby B” and finally tapping to the last - “and this is baby C”.

Confused, Osamu looks between you and the pictures a couple of times before realization hits him.

He wraps you into his strong arms and hugs you tightly against his chest while burying his face against your neck.

“(Y/N), thank you thank you thank you!” Joyfully, he presses tiny kisses all over your face, muffles ‘I love you's grazing over your cheeks, forehead, and lips.

You giggle at his antics, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around like crazy.

Osamu presses his forehead against yours and gently holds your face in his rough hands.

Gray, love-struck eyes stare into your own and you can’t imagine a better life.

You have a husband that loves you to the moon and back. And soon, you’re going to be parents of three little Miyas that you are going to welcome into this world in just 6 months.

@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno @lyditheoverthinker

Osamu Drabble based on this video❤️

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Osamu and you are currently on a date in a restaurant that recently opened up after a long day at work. Closing the shop earlier for a promised dinner date, the two of you enjoy some romantic night with some white wine and sushi.

Taking your chopsticks in your hand you begin to pick up some of the fried tempura salmon rolls and savor the flavor in your mouth.

Osamu watches you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, sipping on the wine occasionally.

"Try thisch, it’s delischous.“ You hold out a piece for him to try.

He just gives you a love-sick smile and tells you that you can have it.

Shrugging it off, you bite into the first half of the cut piece of the fried sushi roll when all of sudden, Osamu bends over the table into your direction to bite the other half of it off.

Doing so, his lips touch yours in the process, making your eyes widen in shock.

But as quickly as Osamu gave you a kiss, he already pulls himself back and chews the piece of fried tempura, giving you a shit eating grin as he swallows.

Feeling your face heat up like you’re having a bad sunburn, you almost choke on the piece that’s in your mouth.

"W-Why did you do that?!“ You squeak in shock.

Osamu shrugs, leans forward to rest his cheek on the fist of his probed elbow on the table.

"Tastes better, knowing it comes from yer mouth.“ He winks.

@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno @wake-uptoreality @darthferbert @lyditheoverthinker

DAY 5: GLUTTONY: OSAMU MIYA

You and your husband have been overdue for a much needed vacation, which is why he put his manager in charge of his shop to take you to Okinawa. He booked a beach house for about 10 days and you could not be more excited to spend some much needed alone time with him.

After an exciting day at the beach and a delightful dinner together, you feel Osamu’s bare strong back as he fills you over and over again with his cum.

You don’t know how many rounds it’s been but the both of you keep wanting more. Thankfully as a supernatural being, he has an incredible amount of energy to spare.

Hiding his face in your neck, he switches between heavy pants and groans, his thrusts still as hard and powerful as they were over an hour ago.

"Say Samu…?" You manage to breathe out.

Humming in question, the ravenette pauses his thrusts and when he looks into your eyes, it seems like his now changed violet eyes stare right into your soul.

"What do you say about a little snack break? Aren’t you starting to run out of energy?"

He smirks at your request, propping himself up on his arms, still staying inside of you.

"Does the lady have any wishes?"

You purse your lips and think for a few moments, saying the first dessert that comes into your mind.

"Hmmm… banana cream pie?" You give him your best puppy eyes.

"As you wish." He grins and holds out his hand.

All of sudden, a whole damn banana cream pie is resting in his left hand, gently setting it down into the side before dipping his finger in the whipped cream, spreading it over your naked chest.

"H-Hey I was gonna eat that!" You pout.

Licking the whipped cream off of your chest, he gently sucks your boobs, biting and licking them.

Even though Osamu can’t get enough of food, his hunger for your body is insane. He can’t get enough of you.

His hands produce more whipped cream, as he spreads it across your stomach and more on your chest.

Leaning back into the pillow, you let the demon of gluttony devour you whole, his insatiable hunger for you never going down.

Osamu Miya x wife!Reader "The Green-Eyed Monster"

“What’s he doin’ here?” A very tired Osamu irritably asks, as he spots his twin brother bawling his eyes out in front of you on the dining table.

You turn to your husband with an apologetic look on your face.

“Tsumu’s girlfriend dumped him because he was moving too fast into the relationship for her liking.” You explain.

Osamu’s eyes find his brother’s slumped figure over the table, sighing heavily before mentioning you to follow him into your shared bedroom with a motion of his head.

“Atsumu, I will be right back okay?” You assure him, feeling bad that he barely acknowledges your words, his empty gaze with red eyes trained on his hot chocolate mug that you previously prepared for him.

Walking into the direction of your bedroom, you see Osamu already starting to undress out of his uniform, turning to you, as you walk in and close the door.

“(Y/N) this is now the third time he came over cuz some chick dumped ‘im. And it’s only been five months. Don’t let ‘im in every time just cuz he’s my brother and ya feel bad for ‘im.” Putting his dirty clothes in the hamper, he walks toward the closet, picking out fresh clothes to put on after his shower.

“I know you don’t like it when he comes over unannounced but Samu, I can’t help but try to cheer him up. You know that he has trouble maintaining friends and we live closest to him.”

Osamu sighs at your statement, being tired after a full day at his restaurant is making him more irritated than usual.

“I can’t even remember the last time we had sum time ta ourselves (Y/N). He’s always here, almost hoggin’ all of yer attention just cuz some meaningless fling decided ta dump his stupid ass.” His tone starts to get angry, taking his clothes to walk into the direction of the bathroom to take a shower.

Reflecting his words, you start to get a bit angry as well.

“Well what do you want me to do Osamu? Slam the door in his face? If I remember correctly when we first started dating, YOU were the one worried that Atsumu wouldn’t approve of me and NOW you’re telling me he is ‘hogging all of my attention’?! What are you? 5?”

Ignoring you, he walks past you and slams the door of the bathroom a little bit and you soon hear the shower running.

‘Sigh, the famous Miya temper.’

Rubbing your temples, you walk back into the kitchen to see Atsumu putting his mug into the sink, grabbing his jacket from the chair with a blank expression.

“You’re leaving already? Do you want to stay over?” You ask in a quiet voice.

He shakes his head, looking at you with a hurting expression.

“No. Wouldn’t wanna hog yer attention for more than necessary.”

So he heard your argument.

Before you can retort anything, a loud booming noise interrupts you first, along with a heavy pattern of rain against your windows.

The sudden noise makes you flinch and Atsumu looks outside to see the horrible weather.

Looking at the time, it’s already past 11 p.m.

“Come on Atsumu, I think it’s better if you stay over. Don’t mind what Osamu said, he’s just tired after work. It’s late and the weather is horrible. Just stay in the guest room, I don’t feel comfortable sending you on your way in this weather.” You try to convince him.

The blonde shrugs, very quietly saying ‘okay’ that you can barely hear it.

Stepping down to the familiar direction of the guest bedroom, Atsumu steps inside and you follow him in.

The Setter doesn’t even undress, just walks to the bed and lays down on it to stare at the ceiling.

You sit down on the side of the bed, talking to him in an almost motherly gentle voice.

“Atsumu don’t take what Osamu said too hard, you know how he is when he is extremely tired. And about that girl, I know it’s not my place to say but don’t you think you should heal properly first before jumping into the next relationship?”

The sandy-blond turns to his side with his back now facing you.

Sighing in defeat, you begin to get up when his rough voice interrupts your actions.

“(Y/N), do you think I will ever find someone like you and Samu found each other?”

Halting your actions, you sit down again.

“Well, I am sure you will find your soulmate eventually. I mean with me and Samu, we just met and it immediately clicked.” You smile as you recall the funny way you and Osamu met.

You were driving in your car on your way to work to ‘Colors Of The Wind’, which is a local art shop that sells art equipment and all different colors in different utensils.

Singing along to ‘River’ by Ed Sheeran and Eminem, you don’t see a spider slowly making its way over your dashboard, not having a care in the world.

When you are about to change the song, you see the little creature of hell getting closer to you.

Screaming in fear, you move your steering wheel, crashing right into a dark gray car, whose owner has the same metallic eyes and even darker hair.

Having a small fight over the damage, you explained to the good-looking stranger that you screamed over a spider and he laughed so hard that he had tears in his eyes.

Exchanging numbers to the repair of the damage, you stayed in contact and here you are today. Married for three amazing years already.

“Tomorrow will be a better day, okay? How about I make you some gohan along with yakizakana?” You suggest to Atsumu before you leave him be.

“Will ya also make yer vanilla puddin’?” The Setter mumbles back with a little gleam in his eyes when he turns a bit to watch you.

Giggling at his request like a shy little kid asking for his favorite ice cream, you agree to make your vanilla pudding as well that he loves so much.

“Good night Tsumu, try to sleep a little bit.”

“Night (Y/N).”

Leaving the room, you close the door and put the dishes in the dishwasher before returning to your bedroom where you know Osamu will be.

Slowly opening the door, you see your husband leaning against the headboard, a small frown decorates his usual carefree face.

When you enter, he starts talking without looking at you.

“Can ya sit down please?”

Following his request, you lay in bed with him, leaning against the headboard with your shoulder, so you face him sideways.

Taking a deep breath, he looks at you with deep apologetic eyes and also a small hint of hurt.

“Baby I’m sorry for the way I was actin’ earlier. It was childish and unfair. I love ya so much and I love the way yer takin’ care of my brother.”

“Then why were you so upset?” You ask in confusion.

Osamu looks away from you with a pout, mumbling something that you couldn’t make out.

You lean a bit closer.

“What was that?”

He turns his face back, staring at the ceiling, saying it again but louder.

“I was jealous over yer attention on ‘im. I had a shit day at work today and I just wanted yer cuddles and kisses. When I saw that scrub in the kitchen, it made me more mad. I shouldn't have let my anger out on ya. ‘M sorry baby.”

Smiling at his words, you come closer to your husband to give him comforting kisses along his cheeks.

Sighing in bliss he lets you do as you please.

Stopping right by his ear, you whisper seductively.

“Want some make up sex and then you can vent to me about your day?”

Osamu turns to you with an excited look, quickly pushing you down to lay on top of you.

Giggling in delight, you let the former Opposite Hitter ravish you half the night.

The next morning

The smell of steamed rice and cooked fish is what rips Atsumu out of his dream of defeating Thanos, stretching his limbs and rubbing his tired face.

Remembering that you cooked for him this morning, he gets up very excited like a kid getting to open Christmas presents early and almost sprints out of the room.

Quickly slamming on the brakes what he sees on the counter, his stomach begins to get nauseous at the open PDA between his twin brother and you.

You’re sitting on the counter and have your legs wrapped around Osamu’s waist, your arms crossed around his neck.

The ravenette’s hands rest on either side of your thighs, lips locked together with yours as your husband passionately makes out with you, unaware of his sandy-blond twin.

“Really? That early in the mornin’? That’s gross.” The Setter says in disgust as he leans against the kitchen frame.

Letting go of you, Osamu turns fully around to look at his brother, with you leaning over his shoulders and his neck to look at Atsumu with a flushed face.

“Well scrub, get yerself a girlfriend or boyfriend, then ya will have this too.”

“Fuck ya and yer happiness, Samu.”

“It ain’t my fault that I have the perfect woman and ya don’t. Yer shitty personality drives them all away.”

“Ya know what ya little shithead-“ you interrupt before it escalates into a physical fight like the last million times.

“Okay, okay enough. Let’s eat together. I am not ready to deal with this without food in my stomach.”

Hopping down from the counter, you see the twin brothers glaring at each other.

“Samu, Tsumu, stop it. I mean it.” You threaten them.

The ravenette snaps out of it, looking a little bit scared at your scowling face.

Atsumu claims the small victory in his head of the stare off and almost starts drooling at the sight of the food at the table.

Calming down, the three of you sit down and enjoy the food.

“Itadakimasu.” The three of you say in sync, digging in.

The Setter looks in bliss when he chows down the food, already in a lot better mood than last night.

“So, when are ya guys givin’ me nieces and nephews?” He asks with a teasing smirk.

Osamu starts to choke after that, with you shaking your head at Atsumu, padding your husband on the back and waiting for him to calm down.

Not even five minutes later, you hum as you clean the dishes, while ignoring your husband choking and fighting his brother over the comment over the table.

What can you say, if you marry one Miya brother, you’re automatically married to the second one.

@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno @wake-uptoreality @darthferbert

Haikyū!! Chat Series ❤️

Pregnancy Scare with Atsumu Miya

Pregnancy Scare with Rintarō Suna

Pregnancy Scare with Tetsurō Kuroo

Vacation time with Meian, Osamu, Fukurō Hirugami and Oikawa

The Captain of the MSBY Black Jackals takes you away to the beautiful hot spring mountains of Switzerland <3

It was a vacation long overdue, Meian being extremely exhausted from practice, working out and official matches have worn the Middle Blocker out

He felt especially bad because he felt like he was neglecting his amazing partner, you

Thankfully, it's off season now, Meian is off for a nice two months

So, when you got home from work, Meian was already waiting at your shared home for you, a big grin adorning his handsome face

"Baby, what do you say about a little get away? You and me and some nice hot springs, hot cocoa and a view of snowy mountains in the morning when we wake up?" The ravenette holds up two plane tickets to Bern and you can't help but squeal in excitement as you rush to hug him tight

When you arrive there, a mesmerising layer of glistening snow is decorating the heavenly landscape of Switzerland

You're currently leaning on your arms against the cooling sensation of the rocks of the hot springs, enjoying the heat of the steaming water and the breathtaking view of the snow covered landscape

You hear the sound of splashing water, feeling the little waves against your back

All of sudden, you feel strong arms wrap around your naked waist

Thank the heavens Meian booked the hot springs completely to yourselves, so you're able to feel everything, not a single layer of clothing as a barrier between your body and his

Meian pulls you towards his strong chest and you feel his pecs and his abs against the softness of your back

"You enjoying yourself my love?" He whispers in your ear, pressing chaste kisses against the wetness of your hair, enjoying the view of your naked body and the snow everywhere

"I have enjoyed every single second ever since we got here. This is just perfection, thank you Shūgo."

Meian grins at your words, tightening his hug from behind, happy that this is just day one from your 10 day get-away

Onigiri Miya owner Osamu takes you to the exotic Bahamas <3

Osamu has been drained from work, his annoying brother and his restaurant that takes a lot of time to manage

You see your boyfriend every night with big bags under his eyes, looking like he is going to fall asleep just standing up

Feeling bad, you organised a trip to the Bahamas for your exhausted chef

You talked to his manager, making sure he takes over the shop while you and Osamu deserve a well-rested vacation on a sandy white beach with crystal clear water and slurping the fruitiest cocktails at the beach bar

The ravenette is currently tanning on a beach chair right by the ocean when you appear by his side, two piña coladas in your hands

The sound of the waves hitting the shore has relaxed Osamu so much, he barely acknowledges when you reappear by his side

Giggling, you move his sunglasses up a bit, staring into his tired metallic eyes

"Didn't mean to interrupt your nap, my handsome man but I got the cocktail you wanted."

"No worries, babe. I dunno how I can thank ya enough for this. Where did ya find this place?"

"I saw it on a sponsored Facebook ad from a booking page and I know how hard you have been working lately, so I figured a little get away is just what you needed."

Osamu sits up, placing the sunglasses on top of his slightly sweaty black hair, accepting the drink by placing a small kiss against your cheek, making you blush

"Cheers to us, baby."

Clinking your glasses together, you taste the first sip of the coconut foam with a hint of pineapple, the rum burning your throat a bit

"I wish we never have ta leave this place, seems too unreal."

You watch your lover with a glint in your eyes, ready to be a little bit mischievous

So you reach over to his drink and take his cherry from the whipped cream on top of the juice

"Hey! Ya have yer own cherry! That's da best part!" Osamu complains as he watches you eat it

"What are ya gonna do bout it?" You mimic his accent in a teasing manner and you get ready to run

Osamu and you chase each other through the water, splashing each other with the salty sea water, laughing with great joy like little kids going to the beach for the first time

Fukurō, the Captain of the Schweiden Adlers takes you on an exciting adventure! A safari trip in the wildest corners of Africa <3

Fukurō got the idea from his little brother, who just recently went to Africa for his university studies of veterinary medicine

Good thing you're a big animal lover, because a romantic safari trip to see the wildlife sounds so exciting!

You put on your safari hat and you're up every morning super early to sing the opening of the lion king movie (I did this once on a vacation with my husband he was not amused I tell you that)

Seeing all the animals, taking so many pictures is making your heart jump with joy

Your favourite part out of it all was spending time with your beloved Fukurō

Usually, the chestnut-colored-haired giant is pretty chill and easy-going but ever since the two of you went on that trip, he's been kind of edgy and jumpy which is very unusual for him

One day, you and Fukurō have plans to feed the giraffes and you're not sure if your boyfriend is sweating so much because of the heat or if he is afraid of giraffes, since they are so much bigger than him

You shrug if off after asking if he's alright or if it's the heat and he assures you he's okay, you can go ahead and feed the giraffe, he wants to take a picture of you

Feeding a giraffe some lettuce leaves, you don't see or hear Fukurō taking a deep breath before he gets down on one knee

Calling your name out in a shaky voice, you immediately turn around, deeply worried that your boyfriend may faint any second

When you see him down on one knee with a small black box and a shiny gold band with a light blue diamond sitting on top its center, shining brightly with help of the intense African sunlight

Gasping in surprise, you begin to tear up, finally understanding why he has been such a nervous wreck most of the time

"I-I know we only have been dating for about a year but I have never been more sure sure about anything in my life. The moment I saw your bewitching beauty under the stadium lights at one of my games, I knew I fell under your spell. You'd make me the happiest man on earth if you agree to be my partner in crime for the rest of our lives."

Now with actual tears in your eyes, you run towards the Middle Blocker with alarming speed, knocking the air out of his lungs and him down to the ground with the impact of your body crashing into his massive one

Thankfully Hirugami caught you with one arm while still having the ring box in his other hand, securing it from falling out of his hand

"YES! I will marry you, my handsome giant!" You cry into his chest out of pure happiness

You feel the massive man laugh at your excitement and he feels like a massive weight has been lifted off of his heart

He can't wait to tell his team about his new milestone in his relationship and to begin the wedding preparations as soon as you two return from the trip

Ever the romantic, Oikawa takes you to the city of love, Paris <3

It was a Valentine's Day surprise for you from Tōru, the Setter wanting to give you the most romantic week of a life time

The day already starts with breakfast in bed, made by the brunette himself, even if it consisted of burned toast, runny scrambled eggs and almost burned to crisp bacon

Even if Tōru burned the majority of the food he cooked for you, he wanted to give you a break from doing it for him almost every day, you appreciate his efforts

Next thing you know, your boyfriend ushers you to pack up your suitcase because you're going on a trip together

"But Tōru, what about my classes-"

"Cutie, we'll only be gone for a week. It'll be fine. Now get your sweet butt into the cab that's waiting downstairs for us, we're off to Europe!" Tōru cheers with giving you a large smile and taking your hand in his to get to the cab, ready to go to the airport

When you arrived there, it was so much colder than Argentine but thankfully the two of you packed some warm clothes for the weather in Paris

The two of you did a city tour, visited the Louvre, saw the Eiffel Tower, went inside the Notre Dame, went shopping at the Centre Pompidou and explored the Palace of Versailles

You knew that your partner is extremely attractive, but when the two of you walked around the palace of former King Louis XIV, it looked like Tōru was long lost royalty, attracting young women and even some men looked at your boyfriend with hearts in their eyes

Still, the only attention that the Setter gave to, was either you or the historical monuments that Paris has to offer

You had tasted the best wine along with the sweetest chocolate and took so many pictures together (even though Tōru took so much pictures of you that you can count for) you felt like the most special person in the world

He was always by your side, making you feel safe by his protective, caring personality and his muscular arm always resting over your shoulder, around your waist or holding your hand tightly in his, rubbing his thumb gently over the back of your hand

The week was filled with so many hugs, kisses and passionate romance, that your heart is still beating super fast whenever you think about the perfect time you spent the February week in one of the most romantic cities in the world

Giggling like a lovesick teen, you intertwine your hands with your husband Osamu Miya, as you try to walk up the path that leads to your house.

The black-haired man just shakes his head with a smile at your silly antics, happy to be home after you just came back from a much needed date night, leaving Atsumu in charge to watch your triplets.

As soon as you enter your suspiciously dark house, you flip on the lights and hear a mix between a hiss and a groan.

You and Osamu look at each other and make the way to the living room where you find the babysitter.

You frown in confusion when you spot your brother-in-law, Atsumu Miya just waking up apparently from his nap on your living room couch, the TV still running on a random show he probably fell asleep to.

As soon as the blonde spots you, he stretches on the couch and greets you.

"Hey (Y/N), hey bro. How was date night?" The Setter gets up, stretches some more and makes his way over to you.

"Pretty good. Food was fantastic and wine amazing. How were the little troublemakers?" Osamu asks in return, taking off his jacket and hanging it up over the coat rack.

When Osamu talks to his brother, you’re making your way up the stairs, opening the room slowly to make sure your children are sleeping.

The door opens wider and you expected to hear quiet snores.

You don’t.

Turning on the lights, just to see all three beds empty, you feel your anxiety and fear taking over in your brain.

You hope this is just a bad dream, a nightmare.

There is just no way that Atsumu seriously lost your kids.

Walking down the stairs carefully, each step feels heavy and there’s a silent storm raging inside of you.

"Atsumu." You stand in the entryway of the living room again and Osamu frowns in concern at your panicked expression.

"Hmm?" He puts on his jacket as he turns to you.

"Where are the triplets?" You ask with a hint of fear.

"In bed? As they should? I put 'em down myself." Atsumu states like it should be super obvious.

You try to breathe slowly as your panic starts to settle in, while Osamu comes over to you to hold you.

"I just went to check on them. All three beds are empty. I couldn’t find them anywhere upstairs." You’re completely sober now, panic rushing in like a speed train as you tell Osamu about what you discovered upstairs.

"What?!" The twins say synchronized, both voices filled with panic.

"Keisuke? Kaito? Kaori?" Osamu calls out for your children, looking around everywhere, along with you and Atsumu.

Around ten minutes later, the three of you still haven’t found them. And you’re ready to call the police.

You already have your phone in your hand, pacing around and the number dialed ready when you hear Atsumu and Osamu in a very heated argument.

"Ya seriously couldn’t stay up til we're back?! It’s barely 9 pm!" Osamu begins to yell, when he sees your scared expression and your pacing, he stops his loud voice and quickly comes to your side to calm you down.

"Baby? It’ll be okay. 'M sure they’re okay, I already called sum of mah old teammates they are looking for them." He brushes away some of your incoming tears and his heart breaks at the sight. He can murder his brother later, right now all he should focus on is you and your three missing rascals.

Before your panic attack AND heart attack begin to grow even more, the front door opens and the eldest of the triplets walks in, Kaito looking extremely guilty. Two more familiar faces follow, Keisuke looking extremely tired and one very happy Kaori as she holds the hand of none other than Shinsuke Kita.

"I found them outside on my way home. They were hungry and went to the store down the street." Kita explains calmly as he looks at you and the adult twins.

He looks concerned at yours and Osamu’s expressions, lastly looking at the blonde twin who looks as guilty as his nephew.

When your children see you in your distressed state, they rush over to you. You hug them in a tight embrace, crying with relief that your babies are okay and unharmed.

With one last scolding look to Atsumu, who freezes in fear, Kita leaves your house.

You have calmed down and Osamu breathes out a big sigh of relief and talks to his children in a quiet yet firm voice.

"Up to bed, you three. Mum and I will be up in a few minutes. We need to have a few words with yer uncle."

As soon as Osamu and you see the three figures vanish from his sight, he turns to his twin, fury burning in his eyes.

"Yer officially scratched off the babysitter list." Osamu growls at his brother.

"WHAT? Oh come on! It was just one little mistake! I have been watchin' 'em since they were this big and nothing ever happened!" Atsumu forms his hands into a cat-like-size round shape as he tries to justify himself.

"Ya were sleepin' instead of watchin'! They are only 6!" Osamu steps closer to his twin and you begin to fear that your husband is about to commit fratricide.

"Okay let’s all calm down." You managed to calm down a bit and now it’s time to calm the situation down in general.

"Don’t tell me ta calm down! I am about to murder this asshole!" Osamu sees red as he charges for his brother and you move yourself in between them, protecting Atsumu even though he fairly deserves the beat up of his twin brother.

"Samu. They’re okay. That’s all that matters." You stand your ground even though your husband is fairly much taller than you.

Osamu keeps his furious gaze on his twin and you stay in front of him, not standing down.

"Atsumu, go home. We’ll talk about this another time." You tell the blonde and he doesn’t fight you on it, just leaves in a hurry and is soon out of the door.

Osamu paces back and forth, running his fingers through his raven hair repeatedly.

"Samu."

He doesn’t stop pacing but he stopped running his fingers through his hair.

"Osamu." The chef finally stops and looks at you and you’re shocked to see tears in his eyes. Whether it’s out of relief or anger, you don’t know.

Last time he cried was when you were in labor, having a complicated birth due to having a risky pregnancy by carrying the triplets.

"They are okay. No one was harmed, and Kita found them. They are home with us, calm down my love." You press your forehead against his and the former Wing Spiker shudders at the action, holding you tightly against him and he feels himself relaxing at the sound of your voice and your warm embrace.

"But what if he hadn’t found them? What if someone kidnapped them, or they got lost? Or-" He rambles on, tears running down his cheeks that you wipe away with a cautious but tender touch, as he did for you earlier.

"It’s okay, they’re okay. They’re kids, Samu. They will make mistakes in the future and we’re going to help them. To realize those mistakes and be there for them. Let's have a talk with them now and go to bed. It’s been a stressful evening and all of us now need the rest." You smooth out his messy hair, giving him an encouraging smile.

Osamu returns your smile slightly and agrees with you.

A little bit later after a talk with your children, Osamu lays on your shared bed, eyes open as you sleep deeply.

Kaori, Keisuke and Kaito sleep in between the two of you, spread out like star fish. Kaito is physically closest to his father and the young boy with the same dark black hair as his father cuddles closer to his chest, a happy sigh escaping his little mouth with a smile.

Osamu's heart warms at the action of his son, pulling him closer to let out a happy sigh himself and finally falls asleep with his family of five in bed, a smile resting on his face as well.

"Hello everyone, I’m going ta do a -" The young Miya chef starts to speak into a video camera, his black shirt carrying his restaurant logo over his right pec muscle. His black messy hair looks like he just rolled out of bed ten minutes ago, which he secretly did because Atsumu has shown up at seven in the goddamn morning to remind Osamu of the bet that the younger twin has lost only a month ago.

The Miya twins challenged each other to do the Chubby Bunny challenge and when Osamu was about to win, you came running into the living room in just a towel because you saw a cockroach on the bathroom wall and didn't know that Atsumu came over while you were in the shower. The chef almost choked on the marshmallows when he saw you in a single towel, causing Atsumu to shriek in victory with his mouth full of marshmallows as well. In the end, you had to do the Heimlich manoeuvre on both of them.

Since it’s off-season for the professional volleyball player, he has nothing better to do than bother his younger brother and Osamu‘s pretty partner on a regular Saturday morning.

"You’re not even going to introduce yourself?" You interrupt him with a little laugh behind the counter with the video camera, where you are seated next to Atsumu so you can film your boyfriend.

"I’m Osamu Miya and today-" The ravenette starts again.

"Ya forgot ta mention the great Atsumu Miya's twin brother-" Atsumu adds cheekily, interrupting him yet again.

Osamu can’t stop the highly aggravated sigh escaping from him, and he sends his brother a death glare behind the camera.

“ANYWAY- I am going ta show ya’ll how ta make a simple deep fired shrimp onigiri. Joinin' me today is my beautiful assistant an' partner-in-crime, (Y/N)." The grey-eyed twin looks behind the camera where you are seated.

You look up with a surprised face, clearly not expecting to be helping your boyfriend.

Scooching off the bar stool in front of the counter, you hop down and make your way with slow steps to Osamu who watches you with adoration and fondness in his gray eyes.

"What’s the first step?" You ask excited, almost hopping up and down like an excited puppy.

Osamu gives you one of his rare breathtaking smiles, feeling his heart speed up by the happiness on your face.

"Well first, we need ta make sure we got all the ingredients for makin' this." The black-haired chef explains while the camera zooms out a bit and the viewer is able to see the laid out ingredients for making the dish.

Osamu points to each ingredient, explaining what it is, what you need it for and how much you need of it.

"Looks like we got everythin'. Ya ready?" Osamu leans on the counter as he watches you with a grin.

"Yes, chef." You giggle and roll up your sleeves on your hoodie.

You can hear Atsumu gag behind the camera as he hears your flirting.

"Alright. First, yer gonna crack an egg in a bowl an' whisk it, afterwards yer gonna add the flour an' the cold water. Mix all together. Add some spices so it’s not completely flavorless. Ya followin' so far?" Osamu raises his dark eyebrow as he asks you.

You do as he says, nodding in confirmation.

"Good. Now yer gonna put that off ta the side an' grab the other bowl with the flour innit an' put the shrimp in there."

Grabbing the already peeled shrimp out of the fridge, you dump them in the flour and mix it together, making sure that there are no bare parts left on the shrimp.

"Now what?"

"Now yer gonna dip the shrimp in da batter, hold it by its tail and then dunk it a few times in there. I already prepared da fryin' oil pot but I don’t wantcha ta hurt yerself so please let me do the fryin'." Osamu looks at you with his stunning ash-grey eyes and every time he looks at you with those eyes, it makes you weak in the knees, so all you do is stare at him with big eyes and nod your head.

The chef chuckles at your reaction and those chuckles send shivers down your spine.

"(Y/N), yer startin' ta drool over mah brother. Try ta tame yer thoughts please, I can hear them from here." Atsumu teases you with a mischievous grin.

Feeling your face heat up a thousand degrees, you watch as your boyfriend skillfully puts the shrimp in the frying pot, turning them over occasionally because taking them out to put them on a drying tray.

"Leave mah girl outta this. She just knows that I am a lot hotter than you." Osamu explains as he finishes the last bit of frying the shrimp.

"Yannow, if I'd known ya would be disgustin' like this, I would have stayed at home." Atsumu scrunches up his face.

"Door's right over there." Osamu mentions his head towards his front door, clearly not bothered and more than happy to have some alone time with you.

Atsumu pouts and slumps over the counter.

"(Y/N) do something. Yer ass of a boyfriend wants to kick me out." The Setter looks at you for help, giving you those brown puppy eyes.

Curse twins and their equally good looks.

"We still need Atsumu for making the video. And he can clean up afterwards since we are both cooking." You grin up at the younger twin.

"I ain’t cleanin' shit."

"He’s not gettin' anywhere near my damn kitchen."

The twins say in sync.

You laugh at their words, setting the already cooked sticky rice on the counter next to the shrimp, along with the seaweed strips, salt, water and boiled sauce for dipping the cooked shrimp in, before putting it into the rice onigiri.

The restaurant owner shows you how it’s done step by step, being slow with his movements, so you know how it’s done.

During the trying to copy his movements, the blonde excused himself to use the restroom and Osamu uses the chance to get closer to you.

He stands behind you, putting his giant hand over yours to help you shape the onigiri. He does it on a daily basis and you’re so happy that you are his and he is yours only.

"Try doin' it yerself." The dark-haired man whispers in your ear, sending shivers all over your body and getting goosebumps by his dark voice.

You feel his strong heartbeat against your back and your breathing picks up a bit. Leaning his head next to yours on your shoulder, you feel his smile against your cheek as he watches you try to shape the next onigiri by yourself.

Holding the somewhat triangular-shaped onigiri (it’s more heart shaped actually), you present it to him with an unsure look.

All of sudden, Osamu took a large bite out of it, getting some rice on his lips, shocking you a little bit even though you should have seen this coming, this is Osamu Miya after all.

Humming in bliss, your lover swallows the food before giving you a flirtatious look, turning you around so you’re standing face-to-face.

"Compliments to the chef."

Smiling in delight, the ravenette places a smooth and loving kiss onto your lips, pulling you closer to his body.

You forget the world around you, it’s just you and Osamu. And nothing else matters.

Osamu: Is 4 a lot?

Suna: Depends on the context.

Suna: 4 onigiris? No.

Suna: 4 murders? Yes.

hi ugly fart happy 300 or wtvr

can u do osatlas plzz but we r a smau and it’s just random texts through the day and we r in love also lyntsumu mention there once plzz i lob u imagine me kissing the screen

HOW TO (LOVINGLY) BOTHER OSAMU osamu miya

aka. texts you have with your bf osamu miya

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instead of osatlas smau for ur 300 what abt i’m cooking witf samu but he doesn’t let mw do shit u pick tho idc 😻😻

MADE WITH LOVE osamu miya

cooking oyakodon with osamu because he loves you <3

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“I feel like a horny old man watching a stripper right now,” you dreamily sigh as you watch Osamu chop an onion with precise yet swift motions. In less than a minute, the chopped onion was placed into a pan and replaced with a handful of fresh herbs that Kita—his senior and high school volleyball captain—had sent him earlier that day. Beside the chopping board, were bowls of eggs and sauces all prepared for a meal of oyakodon.

“I really wanted to have a special moment cooking for you but you had to make it weird,” your boyfriend complained. You both knew he never found any of your commentary annoying, insulting you was his love language and you relished in the faux criticisms because only someone he felt truly comfortable with would receive such jabs. “I don’t trust you with anything in this kitchen but you can help beat the eggs I already cracked. I know you’ve cracked eggs before but I have a gut feeling you would somehow manage to explode the thing in front of me.”

“Why do you have zero trust in me?” you whined, grabbing a pair of long, wooden chopsticks to beat the small bowl of eggs. In the meantime, Osamu mixed dashi, soy sauce, mirin, and sugar, drizzling the sauces onto the onions in the pan. The two of you basked in the savory aroma, already feeling your stomach rumble for the hearty meal. You push the bowl of beaten eggs toward Osamu, grinning in pride at your work. “The eggs are done! Rate my work, chef.”

“Not bad, chef,” he mused before ruffling your hair and giving you a kiss on the forehead. “That’s all you need to do. Now sit back and wait for the meal to come out.”

With a heart full of warmth, you lie your head on the kitchen island as your boyfriend turns the stove on and stirs the simmering onions. Sizzling sounded through the spacious kitchen when chicken and eggs hit the pan, a cloud of steam rising from the stove, sending the mouth watering scent of oyakodon to you.

“I can’t believe I’m getting the full Onigiri Miya experience at home with the owner as my private chef, all for free too. I’m so spoiled,” you stupidly grin as Osamu laughs.

“Only the most special treatment for my dearest,” he responds. Turning his head toward you, a sparkle glimmers in his round, gray eyes. “It’s only the right thing to do for the person I love.”

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timeskip!osamu x reader

warnings: 18+//smut//nsfw

a/n: bcuz the guy below reminds me of him

sauce: Silent War

"aahh! osamu, what's with this p-posture?!" you screamed as he thrusts into you. he was fucking you- while standing?!

your back against his chest, while his strong and muscular arms from all his volleyball days and his work, held your body close to his. his dick sliding in and out of you fast made you feel like you were about to past out, especially in a position like that.

a scream left your lips as his cock hits your cervix perfectly. "do you like this position? my cock deep inside you, hm?" he whispered in your ear as you bit your lip, keeping in a moan. "o- oi!" you gasped. his hands were now groping your breasts.

he pinched the one on your right while the other squeezed the left one making you moaned as he continued to pound into you. "ngh~ osamu, m' gonna-" you tilted your head back against his shoulder. osamu took note of this and threw you onto the bed.

"let's do it in our normal position, shall we?" he smirked.

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atsumu and osamu are neck-and-neck in a tie break. the crowd around you grows frustrated in a twisted type of voyeurism as the two tennis players are almost equally matched in the masterful way they return the ball to each other.

it's still only the first set but it feels like you've been sitting there watching 100 tennis matches–and in a sense, you have been.

as the ball gets traded between the miya twins on each side of the net, the countless times you've seen the two passionately rally tennis balls with their rackets cycle through your mind. they overlay the sight in front of you, almost like a flip book–one that eventually lands on a page from a long-gone time.

a time when the twins used to play alongside each other on one side of the net.

،   の   ✧   後    🌱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 …

after winning the match that made your young pro-athlete career those many years ago, you remember you took your new trophy with you to sit in on a certain mens doubles match a few hours later that same day.

there were a few hours to kill between when the cameras flashed in your face as you held your trophy and when you'd have to deal with it all over again that night for the winners' banquet. so, you decided to take up the two twin brothers' offer from the previous day to watch them in action.

slipping into a secluded corner of the stands, you were just barely able to catch the last few sets of their game since yours had overlapped slightly time-wise. but even in those few sets, you found yourself drawn to how the two ruled the court.

looking at the scoreboard, it seems like they breezed past the first set, had faltered and lost the second, but were definitely back on track to secure the third when you had arrived.

under the searing afternoon sun you noticed how atsumu always donned a certain smirk on his face before serving. this smile somehow shone brighter than the rays of light beating down on him and his sweat-drenched shirt.

and not too far from the blonde and closer to the net, osamu continuously provided ample support whenever atsumu's serves were returned, no matter how powerfully their opponents hit them back. he had a show-stopping habit of leaping into the air to reach the tennis balls whenever they were returned up high. volley after volley, osamu's usually bored expression would turn to one that was laser-focused on swatting at his neon green targets with his racket so the balls would quickly crash onto their opponents' side.

in this way, the twins weren't ones who waited for the ball to hit the court. they always had the ball in motion. it was like they were so in-tune on some deep and unspoken level, and you hadn't seen doubles partners play in any way like it.

'maybe it's because they're brothers,' you thought to yourself as you found yourself more invested watching a tennis match than you ever had before, 'maybe it's because they're twins, at that!'

either way, the miya twins secured that third set, and despite the annoyance of your manager as you were completely oblivious to their calls and texts telling you to start getting ready for the winners' banquet, you intently watched every moment and every point as they finished off their match by winning the fourth set.

you earnestly joined the audience in the stands as you applauded the two, watching them drop their rackets and excitedly embrace one another in a tight hug upon realizing the match was now over. they were winners.

the trophy gets brought out, and you get a great view of their faces lighting up in celebratory smiles, holding their shared trophy between them for the cameras.

the image of them both–hair sticking to their foreheads and dripping in sweat yet still grinning impossibly wide–as they clutch their new trophy and both kiss it at the same time, was one that would be burned into your memory for years.

but at the time, the moment passes as quickly as it came before they go to pack up their duffels on the sidelines. you take this as your queue to leave and finally catch up on the notifications from your manager. but just as you stand up from your seat, atsumu spots you in the crowd, and you see his jaw drop.

immediately and without risking to glance away from you, he aggressively swats at osamu's arm next to him to get the gray-haired one to look at where you stood, too. osamu reluctantly follows his brothers gaze, and you see the frustrated expression aimed at his brother quickly melt into one mixed with shock and admiration as he locks eyes with you.

(unable to fight the small smile that tugs at your lips upon seeing their ego-boosting reactions again) you nod at them in acknowledgment, give them a small wave, and go to pick up your trophy as you leave while they flash those winning smiles right back at you.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

the banquet a few hours later was held in a classy venue, with winding spotless marble staircases and chandeliers in every room. when your ride pulled up in front of the building, you stepped out onto the ostentatious red carpet that was laid out for all the tournament's victors to waltz down. you could hear the buzz of chatter and crystal glass clinking inside. the louder it grew, the more your hands gripped at the shiny handles of your award as you entered the hall.

a worker directed you to a table where all the winners were asked to place their trophies for a round of pictures that would take place before dinner started. just as you go to set yours down, two similar and familiar faces entered through the banquet hall doors.

the voice of the tournament employee started to sound more and more tuned-out as you watched them step into the hall. the miyas were clad in clean and simple dress pants and blazers. osamu's outfit was on the more, of course, grayer side than atsumu's (and defiinitely more of atsumu's dress shirt buttons were unbuttoned than that of his brother's).

osamu held in his hands the brothers' trophy from their match earlier that day, and a different worker suddenly approached them, kindly gesturing to the table you were standing right next to. they were probably asking osamu to place the trophy down on the table–something you were still yet to do.

you quickly look back at the worker talking to you, apologizing for "spacing out" before carefully positioning your prize in the spot where they needed it. you feel a presence come up next to you, and look up to make eye contact with the two twins.

"long time no see," atsumu teases as his brother sets down their trophy next to yours.

"nice trophy ya got there," osamu adds on. a light-hearted scoff escapes you before you attempt to congratulate them on their own win.

"thanks! congrats to you t–"

"l/n! i've been looking everywhere for you!" your manager suddenly appears and interrupts you, "there are some photographers who're asking for your picture. right this way, please..."

as your manager nudges you away from the award table, you glance back to give the two brothers an apologetic smile. they wave you off and soon you lose sight of them as the crowd in the room gets between you.

and that's how it went for the first half of the evening: looks here and there exchanged between you and the miyas, but always getting whisked away by the crowd to each take pictures with so-and-so or do another interview with whatever news outlet.

until finally, all the trophy bearers are called up to take one big picture together, and you find yourself standing next to the doubles partners once again. osamu is right next to you, and atsumu next to him. the moment after all the athletes have clobbered their big trophies in their grasp to hold up for the cameras, you start getting bombarded with flashing lights.

as you try to maintain your smile for the pictures, you catch in the corner of your eye osamu leaning closer to you, and he whispers, "ya looked great out there"–he pauses and smiles again at the flash of another camera–"and you're lookin' great now, too."

"lay off the gorgeous singles winner, would'ya 'samu? you're ruinin' our photos right now," atsumu smoothly joins in on your brief hushed conversation.

your smile begins to resemble a more genuine one at the interaction, and you're hoping the photos of you don't show the blush dusted on your cheeks once they get released to the press.

again, you don't get to talk to the twins much throughout the rest of the event. but during dinner hour–while them and their team are off somewhere else in the venue doing some p.r.–you successfully managed to slip a napkin with your number scribbled on it into the cup of their trophy as you pass by.

that night at your hotel, two new numbers popped up on your phone.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

the sound of tennis balls making contact with hardcourt echo through the darkness of night.

a few weeks later you're practicing late-night at a hotel court for your first grand slam appearance. for you recently, it's been nothing but nonstop training and drills. you were aiming for the final. sure, you could tell yourself to make it to at least quarter-finals, or even be satisfied at seeing yourself at semi-finals.

but no, your mind was set on the final. hell, your mindset was to win overall.

you got ready to practice your serve for another time, following the neon green ball as it went from the palm of your hand, to spinning in mid-air, to crashing against the wires of your racket–

your phone emits a small beam of light from where it laid on the bench in your peripheral vision. you wondered for a split second who could be texting you at this hour.

watching as your serve hit the exact corner you were aiming for, you decided you could give yourself a short break to check.

you reach into your duffel and fish out your towel, and you pat your neck and arms dry as you unlock your phone to open up the sudden set of notifications accruing on your homescreen,

it was the miyas.

ever since they added your number from the winners' banquet napkin, the three of you have had a shared groupchat you used to stay in touch. you had discovered pretty early on that the twins were very different, even if it's in how they text.

recently, however, on account of your intense grand slam preparations, you haven't been very active in it. but out of nowhere, here the two brothers are blowing up the chat. as you caught up on the messages, you pick up on an interesting amount of typos–more than usual...

at the mention of bottles, you immediately caught on. a small laugh escapes you as you type back to voice your suspicion, and atsumu almost instantly replies back to confirm it–that they've had a few drinks tonight.

you shake your head at the bench. it was almost midnight. and they want to see you this bad?

you debate for a moment how much you really wanted to see them again.

they were definitely staying at some different hotel than yours, as they were going to be at the upcoming tournament as well to compete in their usual doubles bracket. you had no idea where or how far their hotel might've been, though. how would they even get to your hotel from theirs anyway? how long would you have to wait for them out in the dark? you could probably fit some more drills in that time instead.

after thinking about it for another minute or two, you sigh and look up at the moon in the dark sky, too exhausted from the hours you've already spent on the hard court to really think of an excuse not to have them visit you. a small break right about now couldn't hurt.

besides–other than catching sight of them on tv or on online tennis news articles–the last time you saw them was at the winner's banquet, and you really wouldn't complain about seeing their faces in person again.

so you tell them what you're up to at your hotel, and you're met with eager replies back in the groupchat: atsumu suggesting they join you in your practice, osamu saying they have a driver that can bring them to you.

a sudden surge of energy enters your system realizing you're about to have them right in front of you again. you bounce your leg against the court impatiently to try and let some of it out.

you start thinking back to the last time you were face-to-face with them, and you can't help but cringe a little, recalling how you were more of a flustered mess than you might've wished in front of them.

you internally cursed the effect they have on you.

and yet, here you were giving in to see them. but if you were going to have to face them again, you concluded you'd need a bit of liquid courage pumping through you yourself...

around 20 minutes after you seal the deal and send your hotel's address to the two brothers, you hear footsteps approaching where you were sat at the court bench.

and then there they were–casually in t-shirts and shorts they were probably about to wear to bed–in front of you. you hear the clink of bottles as atsumu drops the duffel on his shoulder onto the court.

"be more careful with that, would'ya 'tsumu?" osamu hisses while landing a quick blow to the side of atsumu's arm.

you already find yourself giggling in their presence again and barely a minute has passed by. but what can you say? both on and off the court, the two were so interesting for you to watch.

after atsumu does in fact fail to open some more bottles with his racket and osamu instead opts to use the cap of one bottle to open two others, the three of you then start rallying in a friendly 2-v-1.

with the twins opposite you across the net, tennis balls start to get lazily passed over the net using one-handed forehands and backhands (you each had an occupied hand holding your drinks, after all). though you three aren't giving it your all, a steady and precise rhythm of clicks still start to ring out like a metronome with each pass of the ball, accompanying the catch-up conversation that you share on the court.

a few rallies in–and a drink or two more–atsumu suddenly poses a question mid-rally that catches you off-guard.

"hey, say if you had to date one of us, which one you would pick?" the blonde shouts across the court, almost causing you to miss your return on the ball. you question if this was atsumu, or the alcohol talking.

click!

skeptical, you shout back, "i'd go out with whoever actually liked me, obviously."

click!

"but what if we both did?" you barely catch osamu add on, as his words are more mumbled and almost slurred before you see him hurriedly take another swig from his bottle.

you can hear the joint-confession in his words, and your other hand goes to give you another sip from your own bottle to calm your nerves.

click!

"is it normal for you both like the same girl?" you tease.

click!

"nah, not really, actually," osamu calls back.

"so what, should i feel honored or something?" you can't help but sarcastically throw at the two.

click!

"of course. you're hot and talented," atsumu reasons, dropping his description of you like it's the most normal thing to say in that moment. you feel your face start to heat up–and it definitely wasn't the alcohol making its way through your system.

click!

"oh, is that all i am?" you feign offense, and for once both brothers mistakenly go to return the ball, when they usually are so coordinated only one ever has to take initiative. you loved messing around with them.

the ball falls between their two outstretched rackets, and atsumu curses under his breath as osamu goes after it as it starts bouncing away. after retrieving it, he tosses it to atsumu to serve it over and start up another rally.

click!

"'s not that," says osamu, "we've both gotten to know ya, you're great all-'round."

click! click! click...

"but based on what you've gotten to know 'bout us," atsumu speaks up in the pause of conversation, "who would'ya pick?"

click... click... click–

you suddenly give it your all and crash the ball hard onto their side of the court, downing the rest of your bottle right after, "let me think that over."

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

the three of you had stopped rallying, opting to hanging out on the bench and just talking about life. the few bottles from the miyas' duffel were about halfway through and it was close to about 2 in the morning now.

the sound of tennis balls and rackets making contact was now replaced with hushed giggles, the sound of tennis balls lightly being dropped against the court surface and being caught again once they inevitably bounce back up, and the whirr of rackets being twirled by absent-minded hands.

all these sounds muddle together in your ears, an internal tell-tale signal to you that you were very tipsy.

since you were asked the question, the notion of getting with either of the miya twins has been floating in your mind. other thoughts came along with it, too, and the alcohol was not helping to push those curiosities of yours away.

as always, these two made it so easy to cave into your wants of selfish self-satisfaction. but this was a much-welcomed respite from the otherwise constant pressures and grueling day-to-day of going pro so young on the tennis court.

that you could be sure of, sober or not.

... so you figured your future and more sober self in the morning can't get that upset for what you were about to try.

"i think i know how i can figure out an answer to your question from earlier," you find yourself humming while atsumu was on your right, attempting a racket trick on the bench, and osamu was to your left, on the ground leaning up against the bench and bouncing a ball between the court and the palm of his hand.

"which one?" atsumu questions with a quick glance over to you as he tried balancing the middle of his racket on one finger.

"who i'd go out with," you nonchalantly shrug as you hear the wires of your racket slice through the air when you quickly spin it in your grasp.

"really?" osamu cranes his neck back to look at you, hand still trading contact with the ball between his hand and the court.

you look between them, the blush from the alcohol clearly visible on their faces–one you can certainly feel is shared on your own facial features, too–before looking back down at your racket, "i dunno, i just think i need more... stats to compare."

"what d'ya mean?" atsumu now puts down his racket in his lap and asks. you bend down and use your racket to slice the tennis ball out from under osamu's palm, directing attention to the racket by tapping it against the ground.

you ask osamu, "heads or tails?"

a beat of expectant silence passes by the three of you, as the brothers wonder what you're getting at.

"...tails," osamu finally replies, and it almost sounds like he utters his words on bated breath as he looks at you. (or maybe that was just your ego getting to your head.)

you twirl your racket one more time and let it clatter to the ground. the sound reverberates in the now completely-silent space, as the miyas are frozen in place as they scan your every move.

heads.

you look at atsumu, and mustering up all the confidence from your inebriated system, you reach your hand up to lightly hold his jawline. his skin under your fingertips runs soft as you dare to start leaning in closer, and closer, and at the moment your lips brush the slightest bit, you feel his breath hitch.

for a second, you reconsider if now was the time to settle into desire, if this may all just wind up being a big mistake–

but then atsumu quickly gets fed up, and he finally closes the gap between you. before you know it, your eyes flutter closed as you get lost in how his mouth feels on yours. his kiss is relentless, leaving no room for you to catch your breath as he constantly makes sure you can feel as much of him against your lips as you can. it's like he doesn't want you thinking about anything but him, not on his watch.

yeah, this is definitely not a mistake.

after a few moments, you hear shuffling and the bench creaks under a new weight on your left, and suddenly you feel a hand on your left thigh–osamu's, no doubt.

you carefully pull back from you and atsumu's kiss, catching how atsumu's eyes remain lidded as his body involuntarily tries chasing after you, both of you letting out soft pants to try and breathe in much-needed air.

you turn your head to face osamu, and you follow how his eyes trace over your face and his teeth subtly gnaws at the inside of his bottom lip in an anxious state of anticipation. you take it as your sign to start leaning in towards him–your fingers still lingering on atsumu's face as you do so.

osamu's kiss is much softer, but deliberate nonetheless. he isn't afraid of pulling back a little bit, but it isn't long before he takes the initiative to gently trap your bottom lip between his teeth now and then, forcing content sighs out of you–this in itself almost eggs him on further to toy with you more.

and then the skin under your right hand's finger tips disappears, a pair of lips start to kisses your jaw, and a pair of hands starting to wander along the right side of your body.

now both miyas are all over you, their possessive hands almost competing in grasping at more of you than the other. that, combined with the feeling of lips on yours at the same time as lips trailing along the side of your neck, made your head buzz.

you felt giddy–you've only ever seen them playing on the same side of the court. but right now, they were opponents, but instead of fighting over some glass trophy or medal, they were trying to win your attention.

finally needing air, you pull away from osamu. when you open your eyes to see his face, his lips are swollen and even in the dark of night you can catch a glimpse of his pupils appear blown out.

those same eyes flick over to glance at his brother on your right, and before you can follow his gaze, osamu's going in for the left side of your neck.

in the dark you can feel every touch–two varying paces of lips working against your skin, bleached and dyed hair brushing along the underside of your jaw. there's hands on your thighs, hands on your waist, hands peeking just under the hem of your shirt, hands threading through their blonde and grey hair–

your phone starts to ring.

"oh shit–" you quickly stand up from between them, stumbling a little from the imbalance that comes with your current tipsy state. you feel around for your phone on the ground and by the time you locate it among the mess of duffels and rackets and empty bottles, you see a missed call and texts from a member of your team. they're wondering where you were, and telling you to wrap up and head to bed if you haven't already.

"s-sorry," you stutter out at the two boys, picking up your racket from where you left it on the ground and fumbling with the strap of your duffel, "i gotta go–thanks for... the drinks."

and all osamu and atsumu can do is dumbly nod as you leave them at the bench–lips slightly parted and hair messes, with star-stuck looks from them that you've grown quite accustomed to.

🗒⋆ *. ୨୧⋆｡ taglist (2/30 at the time of publishing) : @zumicho , @liillyliilly (just send me an ask if you’re interested! xx)

💭ˎˊ˗ " you find this recipe card stashed away with three tickets to the movie challengers in a random drawer of the kitchen " ˚ ༘ 🎾 *｡𖦹⋆｡˚

forty, love … ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ᯓ★ a tennis au! miya atsumu x gn reader x miya osamu series

꒰ there’s a constant back-and-forth in tennis. the in-between doesn’t matter. what does matter is if you can keep up when opportunity comes your way, to get your way. to be the winner. ꒱

details : long form, based on the movie challengers!!!, NO MIYACEST HERE, atsumu x y/n & osamu x y/n are like separate things even if the twins are competing for y/n's attention at first, fluff, but then just so much angst, lowk highkey toxic, infidelity, mentions of struggling with mental health (self-pressure), mentions of drinking, several suggestive scenes!, each part starts off in present day but then goes into a flashback in time, ambiguous ending! (just come along for the ride, would'ya?)

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ masterlist

– part one。

– part two。 *

– part three。 *

– part four。 *

– part five。 *

( * suggestive )

💭ˎˊ˗ " ingredients for this recipe : sneakers squeaking on tennis courts , summer sun blanketing everything in neon hues , the scent of expensive cologne , the twinkle of shiny trophies and recognitions , slightly see - through sweaty polo shirts , the ruffling of duffels and the ruffling of clothes , sweat dripping down your temples to smirking lips ... - ro ♡ "

🗒⋆ *. ୨୧⋆｡ taglist (2/30) : @zumicho , @liillyliilly (just send me an ask if you’re interested! xx)

pairing: osamu miya × f!reader

wc: 0.6k

genre: fluff galore

warnings: author's not sure if she wrote osamu right, maybe a tad too fluffy for some

you were one to romanticize things. You were one to throw ‘love’ around like flower petals because you knew love was infinite, and you found love in every little significant thing you did.

You fell in love with standing on the rooftop, feeling the earth’s breeze as the sun wakes up from the horizon. You fell in love with the smell of coffee early in the morning and watering your tiny succulents. You fell in love with your best friends whenever they hung out with you or even when they didn’t, you loved them and you made sure to let them know that.

And Osamu loved that you loved. He loved watching the content smile on your face when he’s on the rooftop with you. He loved watching you move your hips to the humming of your voice walking around in the kitchen and reaching for your little spray can, chuckling to himself. He loved seeing the sparks in your eyes talking with your friends and hugging them as if it would be the last.

He loved you. And he loved you being able to easily fall in love with routines and things. You never expected anything in return, you were selfless and he wanted to be selfish for you.

So he loved you as you would.

But discreetly.

His love was the jacket wrapped around your torso when it got too cold at five am watching the sunrise. His love was buying coffee beans when he notices you don’t have anymore and filling the spray can with water. His love was giving you privacy with your friends cause he knew how much you adored your time with them.

And you notice. You loved the way he loved, too.

“Can you give me more of my favorite flavored onigiri?” you asked, head tipped back further into Osamu's chest as your hand rests on his forearms hugging your chest.

“Of course,” he says with no hesitation, a kiss landing on your temple but his eyes never leaving the screen. Only for a brief second, he wonders if you’ve regarded he especially tried to perfect that recipe so you would enjoy it even more than you already do. “I’ll put it in your bento for work tomorrow.”

The smile that follows next reminds Osamu why he’s still alive and satisfied. He copies your smile as you kiss him fully on his lips, you taste like cherry and spring.

“You’re the best,” you say, and he knows that’s only the case cause you’re here. He was the best cause you took care of him, loved him like a soulmate and because you were there for him.

“Only with you,” Osamu says, nuzzling his nose into your hair and hugging you with both arms.

“I love you,” you say after giggling when he hugged you closely, your eyes are wide the whole world in them Osamu could see, your mouth is curved into a pretty smile he’d move mountains for.

You mean it. And he never doubts your sentiments, he thinks he’ll never get used to it he might never even get enough of it, which is good he thinks. Your love could last forever and if you didn’t know where to put it Osamu would step right in and ask for all of it to be his and yours cause being loved by you was the only purpose he’d acknowledge.

As usual, Osamu has that surprised look on his face whenever you outright said you loved him. Is it too bad to think it just seems too good to be true? What other great purpose could there be other than being loved by you.

“I love you, too.” Osamu hooks a finger under your chin and presses forward to kiss your lips—kissing you was another thing he couldn’t get enough of. He pulls away for a second, relishes the look of want in your expression. “I love you so so much.”

[01:56] osamu coming home

warnings none, just fluff

other timestamps

opening the door to his shared home, he calls out your name, to which gave no response. he called your name out again, and dropped his bag, searching the house and came to an abrupt pause.

sighing in relief, he smiled at your comfortable figure, sleeping in a fetal position with a pillow between your legs. you released soft snores within each breath and osamu chuckled as he brushed your right cheek.

“i love ya so damn much”

he got up carefully and changed out of his clothes to freshen up before getting in bed beside you. he slipped off his shirt and-

“-samu?”

alarmed, he turned around and sighed.

“what are ya doin? thought ya were sleepin'” he moves towards you and pulls you into his arms, letting your face rest in his chest.

“i was waiting for you, but i fell asleep, sorry, love”

“ya didn't need to wait for me, am always here.”

he felt your cheesy smile in his chest and chuckled softly and rested his head on top of yours, quickly placing a chaste kiss.

“am gonna wash up, okay? stay here, i'll be quick.”

nodding sleepily, you gave him a small smile and walked back to bed, laying your ahead atop of a pillow, and immediately fell asleep, even though you wanted to stay awake for osamu.

drying his hair off, he walked into your shared bedroom and laughed as he watched your sleeping figure.

he crawled in beside you, snaking his arms around your waist and kissing you on the back of your head before whispering-

“goodnight. i love ya so much.”

a/n: i'll post the masterlist later!