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“are ya sure yer not dating (y/n)?” osamu suddenly asks his brother during a quiet lunch between the two of them.
atsumu chokes on the grains of rice in his mouth, coughing violently and punching his chest. when he finally settles down, he throws a glare at his brother. “what the hell, ‘samu?”
“that’s not an answer.” osamu continues to press.
“we’re not!” atsumu answers, picking up a piece of chicken katsu with his chopsticks. “i don’t like them like that. they don’t like me like that. we’re just friends.”
the bright red-pink of his ears speak otherwise. you see, osamu knows his twin better than he knows himself. he knows that whatever comes out of atsumu’s mouth is a load of crap. just friends? yeah fucking right.
osamu has never seen his brother look at anyone the way he looks at you, starlight and pure adoration swirling in his irises. he acts as if your every word were an earth-shaking prophecy sent by the heavens. his honey brown eyes stare, and he smiles so gently that it makes him sick.
friends aren’t touchy in the way you guys are. you hold each other’s hand like it’s nothing. with interlocked fingers, atsumu will trace his thumb down the back of your hand for no apparent reason. when you’re bored, you’ll take atsumu’s hand into your lap and play with it, bending his fingers, comparing hand sizes, and running a featherlight touch across the expanse of his palm to see if he’ll react.
osamu notices how you never miss the opportunity to find a seat on his brother’s lap. whether there are no seats of available or ten open ones, you will always choose atsumu. and it’s not like he’s complaining about it. in fact, osamu thinks that he waits for it because atsumu would never want to miss the chance to secure his arms around your waist and whisper into your ear amidst a loud conversation.
and you can’t forget the cuddles, and the hugs that linger longer than they should, and the way you’ll cup atsumu’s face, and the way you play with his piss blond hair.
you’re the one person atsumu lets wear his jersey to his game. he ensures you get the best seat to watch him play. osamu doesn’t miss the way his twin looks at you before every serve or the way you cheer the loudest when he scores an ace.
osamu doesn’t think that someone who “doesn’t like you” would be thinking about you every time they shop. “(y/n) likes this snack”. “(y/n) would love this shirt”. “oh hey, (y/n) showed me this”. “‘samu, should i buy this for (y/n)?”.
osamu has never seen two people so madly in love before. he doesn’t know how you guys haven’t realized it yet. and he can’t keep playing along because atsumu’s katsu looks really good right now.
“right…” osamu chooses to answer, dipping his chicken into the tonkatsu sauce. “i sure hope they’re gonna have fun on that date they have today.”
his brother’s chopsticks clatter onto the table before rolling onto the floor. the sight of atsumu’s open mouth filled with rice is unsightly, and osamu has to suppress his laugh.
“they didn’t tell you?” osamu raises an eyebrow.
“no?!” atsumu suddenly stands, slamming his palms into the table.
“yeah, i think they’re gonna leave soon.” osamu lies easily. there is no date. but of course, does ‘tsumu really need to know that?
the blond twin practically bolts away from the dining table and out of the house. when the door slams shut, osamu grins to himself, reaching for the unfinished plate in front of him.
“he can thank me later.”
atsumu brainrot never ends. something short and sweet bc school is kicking my ass.
10/05 🦊🦊 Happy birthday Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu ☆.。.:*・
The eyes that never look back.
“you’re awke” aran said kneeling down by my side. (yeah no shit but where the fuck is this? it smells like old socks and sploodge is this what they call a circle jerk room? all the chairs are in a circle around yours in the middle, what’s that stain on the floor?)
This paragraph, this one right here, smited me
i was kidnapped??😱 by 😭 inarizaki?????
inarizaki x fem!reader warnings: 2010 wattpad throwback, autocorrect turned off, v drunk, it hurts
a/n: omfg imagine like being kidnapped by inarazaki your schools volleyball team like? what would they do to you? make you their biggest fan?! wel keep reading to find out! let me know how you liked it might make it a series hehe here’s chapter 1! listen to this playlist
a/n: i sincerly apologize pls no one talk to me for 5-7 buisness days kidnapped by hq masterlist here whorehouse special 😝 thank you @undermattsun for the banner this ones deidcated to you miki
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“ Maybe I’ll change my name.”
“I’m pretty sure if you just change your name, Grams gonna be sad.”
“Yeah…”
PROJECT PARTER HCS (he wants you so bad) haikyuu
ft: aran, kita, atsumu, osamu, suna
ATSUMU:
HES TRYING!!! but is it successful? (no)
literally cannot shut up the entire time you two meet up but it's ok because he's funny
"hey you wanna see pictures of my teammates" "yeah sure" he pulls out a blurry .5 of suna's nostrils
offers you protein bars and osamus leftovers as snacks
compliments you on literally everything
you wrote two words? he starts cheering and clapping his hands like you're shakespeare presenting a new play
loves pretending to be your strict teacher whenever commenting on your work
makes up for his lack of preparation by making you laugh and flustered
"i think you can add a little more to this part" "you look so sexy calling me dumb"
if you two meet up at a cafe he ALWAYS!!! pays for you
started off as a mistake because he asked you for your order in front of the barista
but he thought for a moment and decided you're worth an extra $5 out of his wallet
always loses his pencils but has dozens of erasers?????
SWEARS by wooden pencils. he sees a mechanical pencil and jumps 5 feet into the air and starts screaming
last few days of the project he looks constipated every time you two are together
"do you need a diaper" "I WANT YOU"
you accept his confession because you unfortunately like him back and because you want a good grade
also because you don't want him pooping his pants
ARAN:
the sweetest!!
always asks how you're doing before pulling out his notes
digital note taker 100%
loves loves loves writing with erasable pen and only uses pencils for exams
is a "let's work on everything together" kinds guy
he says it's to make sure there aren't any disagreements in content and aesthetic (he just wants to talk to you)
if you guys aren't at your house, always offers to walk you back!!!
great academically but if you're making a poster or slideshow do NOT let him decorate it... pls watch out
"does this look good!" "i'm gonna hold your hand when i tell you this..." "omg you want to hold my hand 😍"
starts giggling to himself in his head whenever you guys accidentally touch
you catch him staring at you one day and you don't know what to say so you just stare back
he thinks its so romantic
you're just confused but go along with it
after presentations you think you guys are gonna go back to being friendly classmates but he finds you after class and asks you out :)
KITA:
ACADEMIC WEAPON TEACHERS FAV EVERYONE LOVES HIM
"do you want to read my notes?" he pulls out 5 notebooks with everything color coordinated, sticky tabs, perfect handwriting, and factually correct
he can sit and work for 5 hours straight and still somehow have perfect posture
first time you asked him for help on something you were about to piss yourself because you thought he would call you stupid and send you to hell
he gave you a small smile and started walking you through it with an unmatched level of patience
that was the moment you folded and had to physically restrain yourself from grabbing his cheeks and kissing his face
always offers you tea when you come over and brings out a small tray of snacks
"are you comfortable? do you need any help?"
is suuuuper meticulous but kind with his 739273 different corrections
he swears by the sandwich method of compliment-critique-compliment
"your analysis is amazing in this section but i think you can expand a little bit after because..."
you're the one who confessed first because you thought you would explode from cuteness aggression if you didn't
and also because you thought even if he did reject you, he'd do it in the most painless way
was super happy and bursted into a bright red face but shy smile!!
still told you to go back to the assignment though...
SUNA:
menace i hate him (no i don't)
literally doesn't understand anything that's going on and probably doesn't process what you're saying at first
realizes you're serious about this assignment and forces himself to lock in
asks a BUNCH of questions and jots them down on a google doc
loves to make random conversation when you two are working
actually insane gossiper
nosiest birch you know
allergic to minding his own business that mf has shit on everyone
are you slightly scared of what he has on you? yes. do you still want to hear everything he knows? yes
"i'm taking this info from page 175 of the textbook" "got it, but did you hear that kato is trying to get with his exs best friend??"
leaves notes on your project that are both unserious and encouraging
"omg u are literally einstein"
folds origami when bored
will give you paper cranes, frogs, foxes, and cats whenever you see each other
you discovered that there's small doodles in the posts it's he uses to make them
one day there's your name and his surrounded by hearts like the corny mf he is
confronted him and it and he was just like "oh you found that? well, do you want to go out with me?"
he was NOT SLICK with the way he skipped home and whistled to himself that day after you said yes
OSAMU:
HES TRYING HIS BEST!!! (pt. 2)
can only meet up after school because of volleyball so he offers to cook for you before starting to work
takes notes in class but doesn't understand half the stuff he jots down
writes actual bullshit but half a page in decides to abandon his pride and ask you for help
leans in a little too close whenever listening to what you're saying
tries to make sure your knees are touching and that it's all an accident when your fingers brush (he prepared each scenario in his head before sleeping the night before)
down bad LOSER
spends his time doing his portion of the project while sneaking glances at you
doesn't know how to decorate presentations for the life of him so he is on doodle duty
gives surprisingly good suggestions and takes your corrections to heart
one of the best project partners because of how willing he is to learn and contribute!!! (also because he wants to impress you)
talks shit about his brother to you
atsumu has walked in while osamu was telling you an embarrassing story
they start fighting
osamu gets super embarrassed when you laugh at him
then gets overly confident when you tell him you were rooting for him
will not stop dumb smiling whenever he sees you after that
asks you out after the project is turned in with his hands in his pockets with how they're shaking so much
Drawing a randomly generated Haikyuu character (almost) every day until I give up 3. Miya Osamu
No match - Atsumu Miya
Atsumu is a simple man, even with a tunnel vision for volleyball, he did think about others. He thought about his twin when he saw an ugly character on the back of the comics you read. Atsumu thought of his mom when he saw you cook for him, thinking back to the time he brought you to meet his mom the first time on Christmas, a few years back. As soon as December rolled around, Atsumu would already be drooling for the cookies you and his mum baked on Christmas every year since.
He has always been big on Christmas, receiving gifts, food, cookies and throwing you in the picture, and it becomes even better than it has been. Now that Atsumu was older, one responsibility that he had as someone who earned his own money was buying gifts for his family and friends.
To say, Atsumu was good at thinking of gifts would be a lie. He was absolutely uncreative when it came to gifts, he would buy everyone the same gifts every year if it wasn’t for you. He loved every single minute of Christmas shopping with you.
The blurred golden glow from the lights that hung from the trees by the sidewalk, under the giant Christmas tree that stood tall in the center of the street, Atsumu couldn’t help his heart from swelling up in the happiness he felt in that single moment. He couldn’t have seen a sight prettier than you in the Christmas lights, soft white snow falling on your head while your cheeks and nose blushed red from the cold weather, laughter tipping from your lips. At that moment, he couldn’t hear anything but the giggle that left your lips and the jingle that the kids sang around him.
Pulling your beanie higher on your head, Atsumu crouched, pressing a kiss on your forehead fondly. The laugh that he started was from his suggestion to buy his twin brother an ugly sweater because;
“Samu, can suck it up and take it or leave it, I don’t care, I am gifting his ugly ass an ugly sweater to match ugliness, tho it won’t be any match for his level”
And so, began the search for an “ugly sweater to match samu’s level of ugliness” or so he thought.
“Pooh, look, we HAVE to buy this”
“‘Sumu, we were looking for a gift for samu, it’s already getting late, let’s speed this up”
“But–”
Atsumu knew exactly how to convince you to buy these couple sweaters. As you dragged him away from the rack which held the sweaters he wanted, Atsumu knew to have his eyes stuck on them, staring longingly with tears sitting on his waterline.
“Pooh, but what about us, we don’t wanna look ugly like samu” He forced you to look at his eyes glistening with tears.
“Just — yeah, whatever. We can get them” you said, rubbing your temples to express your annoyance even with the smile growing on your face as he grabbed your face, showering your cool skin with warm fleeting kisses to show his appreciation.
Atsumu was basically vibrating with happiness while he paid for his sweaters, hanging from your shoulder with his arms draped over your form that he was back hugging, insisting that he was doing his boyfriend duties of keeping you warm. Heading home with Atsumu still hanging from your shoulders was something. While you appreciated your boyfriend’s warmth, you would still prefer his boisterous laugh not being directed straight to your sensitive ears.
Being whipped for his girlfriend had its own disadvantages. The same night, he fell asleep in your arms, totally forgetting the gift he set out to buy for his brother. Waking the next morning as he gloated in love and the cold snow, it still had set in that was missing a gift for his brother and instead of reminding you the same when he did remember, he sneakingly wrote his name beside yours on the gift you had planned for his brother.
“Sumu, do you have all the gifts in the car?” you said, pulling over the sweater Sumu had bought from yesterday.
“Uh, yeah, yeah, I counted them too, don’t worry” he said, tugging his sleeves impatiently.
“Pooh, let’s head over already, ‘wanna have your cookies” he continued while resting his chin on your shoulder, tired from all the late night packing.
“MA, ‘SUMU FORGET TO BUY ME A GIFT AND WROTE HIS NAME ON HIS GIRLFRIEND’S GIFT FOR ME”
“YOU UNGRATEFUL SCRUB, I DIDN’T FORGET, I JUST —- I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO BUY YOU ANYTHING AND ALSO WHATEVER MY GIRL BRINGS IS ALSO FROM ME”
“THAT IS NOT HOW IT WORKS AND IF SO THEN, FINE I’LL KEEP THE GIFT I BOUGHT YOU THEN”
“WHAT?? YOU DON’T GET TO DO THAT, BABE, say something”
“Good going ‘Samu” you said, fist bumping Samu while your boyfriend whined to his mom about his girlfriend being unfair.
“BTW, ‘Sumu You’re banned from Onigiri Miya for the next whole year” Samu said, draping an arm around your shoulder, directing you towards the kitchen.
“YAH, ‘SAMU THAT’S MY GIRL” He said, stomping his steps, smiling softly at the view of you in the kitchen with his mum and brother, icing on your fingers as you offered him some.
Atsumu was a simple man, he thought as he licked the icing off your finger, his mood immediately brighter. His Christmas never ran smoothly, but with you here in the lights always shone brighter, the laughter louder and the days lasted longer. He was glad he could shop for Christmas with someone, although in the end he always ends up buying things for himself, and you, buy gifts for him to give. Samu was lucky he received the gift you bought for him instead of an ugly gift like himself because surely there was no match for “Samu’s ugliness”.
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-Don't walk away from me. Not after that. Not after you pour your heart out for me and wait for me to walk all over it, because I won't. I love you, you. You're everything I wish for, everything I wanted. Don't walk away from me, not anymore when you have my heart. Don't leave me here without you.
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in tennis, it's about winning the points that matter.
you can barely sit still. the heat of the sun, blaring down onto the court and onto the spectators in the stands of this match, didn't matter to you at all, though. you were used to this: the summer sun, desperation in the air, and your eye trained on the ball, zooming in a neon green blur from left, to right, from left, to right–
on your left, is the man you swore your life to. on your right is the man you loved.
you must admit, maybe it was bad, getting involved with a pair of twins for the better half of about two decades now. but if you had to defend yourself, they were like no one else you've ever met on the court.
and at this moment, it all comes back to you. all those years ago, when the miya twins first stepped onto court with their duffels.
، の ✧ 後 🌱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...
you were 18 then. nine years earlier, you watched as little dots darkened the blue hardcourt underneath you, bent over and supporting yourself with your arms on your knees. you felt the drops of your sweat glide down from your hairline and your temples to your chin and the tip of your nose, finally hitting the plane of blue beneath your sneakers. the racket in your hands was starting to dig into your palm. the summer sun relentlessly prodded at the exposed skin of your shoulders as they heaved up and down as you tried to catch your breath.
24 hours from that moment, you would be in a make-or-break tournament final for your tennis career. if you secured a that win in that ongoing tournament at the time, you were guaranteed to be in the top seed in ranking for the next event you were attending later that summer–when by then, you were hoping, you'd have gone pro.
'it only goes up from there, y/n,' your coach had told you. and that was your dream, ever since you were a child.
your heart was pounding up into your ears, but you knew that was just your body's signal to keep going.
you heard a prolonged creak far off–the gate to the court. thinking it was your coach, the only other person with you at the moment, you glance up and go to straighten up your back before they could scold you for slacking.
but no. past your coach, two boys had entered the court that your coach had previously assured was supposed to be private, just you and her for the afternoon. it was hard to see in the bright sunlight, even with your visor on, but one had a head of dirty blonde hair, and–as the pounding in your head died down–your ears caught on to how he was actually speaking pretty loudly as him and his companion approached. said companion had gray hair, saying very little and not nearly as loudly as his friend.
'gray hair? an old guy? maybe that's the other's coach,' brows knit together, you thought.
but as you squinted to see better against the daylight, you noticed how young–and how good-looking, actually–that "coach" was.
and... wait. same with the blonde guy.
in fact, they were alike in their good looks.
a bit too alike.
'am i seeing double?' you adjusted the wires on your racket while your eyes were trained on the two as they continued their carefree stroll in, slugging their matching black duffels with a certain fox-looking logo on them.
"y/n! what's the hold up? you alright?" your coach shouts out from the opposite side of the net.
just as you were about to say you think you need a drink of water–to hopefully prevent you from hallucinating and seeing more things in twos–the strangers became startled at the sound of your coach and their heads darted in your direction.
the gray-haired one's face seemed unfazed, but you watched as his eyes confusedly dart back and forth between you and your coach. the blonde, visibly surprised with brows raised high, quickly whips his arm around, the shiny watch on his wrist reflecting a brief glare as he flicks it to check the time.
"oh! oh, we're sorry!" he calls out with a chuckle. he grabs a hold of his partner's arm and starts redirecting their path towards the stands, "our reservation for this court isn't for another hour! we can wait, don't mind us!"
they already started climbing up to a place to sit, their toned legs reflecting the sun above. 'wow, those shorts are short'
"hey! who told you that you can–"
"no," you interrupted your coach before she could scare them away from the court, "they can watch. it's only for a little while longer, anyway, yeah?"
with a huff, your coach complied with your reasoning, and your gaze lingered on the strangers for just a bit longer as they sat down, before you pulled a tennis ball out of your pocket and got ready to serve in front of your new audience.
، そ ✧ の後 🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...
"alright! that's enough for today. let's get you back to the hotel so you can rest up before your big day tomorrow," your coach announced about an hour of rallies and drills later, clapping you on the back. dragging yourself over to the bench, you ravaged your bag for some water. racket, towel, snacks... shit. you didn't bring your water with you.
as soon as you started to curse yourself under your breath you heard the distant crackle of a plastic bottle filled with the very water you were deprived of. following the noise, you look up–seeing the strangers from earlier, still sitting in the stands. (you had forgotten they were even there, honestly.)
they sat there, still. mouths agape and each holding a water bottle in his hand. they kept that pose for a long moment, and you couldn't help but start to laugh lightly at them. that seemed to snap them out of their trance, though, and suddenly both of them were climbing over rows of chairs in front of them and scrambling to get over the partridge to where you were.
"w-wow that was amazing–"
"how did you manage to return the one that–"
"and this was just your practice? it's incredible how–"
"you're almost, like, faster than the ba–"
"thank you," you interrupted them with a chuckle. the speed at which two quickly shut up the moment you spoke was astonishing, and it was like they were waiting with bated breath for your next sentence, "are you two here for the tournament? you can watch out for me tomorrow if you're so impressed. no use seeing me when i'm not even against an actual opponent."
two water bottles were now outstretched in front of you. you glanced between the bottles and the to boys' faces, expectant and still laced with such awe. (had to admit, spiked your ego a little bit.)
you eventually took the bottle the gray-haired one was offering. your hands grazed slightly when you did, and in the corner of your eye you could see how he gazed down to where your two hands briefly met–
"and you can watch out for us tomorrow!" the blonde quickly interjected. he gave you a toothy grin as his hand holding the other bottle was quickly wrapped around the other's shoulders.
you cracked open the water bottle you picked and took a swig, humming as the refreshing rush of cold water slid down your throat. closing the cap of the bottle you ask, "both of you? you play doubles?"
"yeah we do!" the one grinning at you extended his empty hand this time, "the miya twins. miya atsumu."
the other quickly followed suit with his hand, "miya osamu."
'hm, twins. that explains it.'
amused, you gently shook each one's hand. you shoved the last of your belongings into your duffel and slung it over your shoulder. you gave them a nod, "i'll see you around, then."
"see ya!"
"we'll see you tomorrow."
as you walked away from the court, the gray-haired one's water bottle still in your hand, you took a mental note of highlight reels to look up as you took an ice bath in your hotel room that night.
، そ ✧ の後 🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...
the next day arrived. at the venue, the crowds were buzzing and announcers sounded off on the p.a. systems, announcing the lineup for the day–including your match, the first of the day. the tournament final.
all the sounds of the tournament couldn't overcome the pounding in your head, however. you felt the adrenaline in your veins as you made your way to the locker room, duffel slung over your shoulder and sneakers squeaking against the pristine tiles.
you decided to throw your headphones on as you did your warm-ups. despite how prepared you felt for this moment–the one you've been fantasizing about for years–you still couldn't help but feel the subtle tingle of nervousness in your bones.
eventually, it was time to face the crowd, the court, and your opponent. but the moment you stepped out into the sunlight, you were suddenly overcome with a laser-sharp focus.
this was the moment. this was your time to take what you always wanted.
the coin was tossed and your opponent got to serve first. you ready yourself on your side of the court, spinning your racket in anticipation. you observe your opponent, and for a moment you both lock eyes. in that split second it was like a cord snapped and stretched out between you two, connecting the both of you and suddenly putting you both in sync–like you two were the only ones in the stadium.
the very idea of nervousness was foreign to your mind in that moment. your racket melded with your hand and became an extension of you. your feet were just itching to follow that damn tennis ball.
eyes on the ball... eyes on the ball...
in a flash, the neon sphere gets lifted up into the air, and you smile to yourself as you already feel your feet taking you where you need to be on the court before the sound of your opponent's racket crashing with the ball could reverberate around the stands.
an impact on the hardcourt. corner.
you swing your racket and send the ball flying over the net and back to your opponent.
it's in, but your opponent is right there. another hit. to the right.
you feel the air rush past you as you stride over and return the ball to hit the corner farthest from your opponent. just where you wanted it.
hit. middle. hit. center. hit. corner. hit–
the crowd erupts in cheers and applause. the ball had gone flying past the other player across the net and you hear the umpire announce your first point of the match.
win.
، そ ✧ の後 🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...
third set.
you had won the first one 6 to 3.
you lost the second set 5 to 7 after a long rally with your opponent but you shook it off. you could come back for the final set.
this set has gone on for what seems like forever. this tie break has gone on for what seems like forever. you've already won 7 points, yet your opponent's score has remained hot on your tail.
until now.
"match point," the umpire announces, and the stands fall silent.
you needed to finish this off.
it only takes one point now. one ace can end this match off once and for all.
it's your turn to serve, and you bounce the ball against the hardcourt as you let the thumping in your head die down. it was your signal to keep going, to make that last final push.
you take a deep breath before serving. you think of what it will feel like to lift that trophy.
you gracefully toss the ball in the air, but as your eye follows it as it briefly eclipses the blaring sun above the stadium, you swear you can catch a slight glimpse of two heads of hair in the crowd.
one blonde and one gray, same agape look on their faces from the day before.
it was like they were seeing god.
but no, it was just you...
so same thing.
the sound of your racket and the ball colliding mid-air rips through the silence of the court at that same moment. a gust of air rushes back into the stadium as everyone lets out the breath they had been holding, and you hear the crowd cheer as you let yourself fall to the ground, letting the exhaustion from the match finally take over you because now it was over.
you win.
you feel your chest heave up and down as your arms land to cross over your sweaty, smiling face. you close your eyes, the summer sun trying as hard as ever to blind you through your eyelids, but all you could see behind them was that image of those twins.
you recall how shocked those two always seemed to be as they watched you play, and you couldn't help but start giggling to yourself.
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💭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 ♡ "
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tune in to forty, love part 3 if you want some real drama 😭🙏 bc my god is it getting messy
the miya’s birthday
characters: atsumu, osamu; post! timeskip
wc: 989
warnings: spoiler at the beginning about osamu
a/n: kinda angsty, maybe even bittersweet?? it’s still october 5th in calfornia so bite me, ‘kay? this isn’t proofread either so if you catch anything please let me know
It was October 4th, just a few minutes before midnight, before October 5th, and Osamu was closing up Miya Onigiri. He twisted the key in the lock, pulling the key out after hearing a soft click, and begins the short walk to his car. The night was quiet save for his footsteps against the pavement and the buzzing of the lampposts lining the sidewalk. He was tired, to say the least, and wasn’t exactly looking forward to his birthday.
Don’t get him wrong, sharing his birthday with a twin can be fun, and he would say he cherished each and every birthday spent beside Atsumu; however, this birthday would be different, it’d be quieter, less exciting. He didn’t hold anything against Atsumu, after all, his brother was just doing what he loved.
They both were lucky enough to be doing what they had only dreamed of as high schoolers. Osamu chuckles, noting that they were such kids when attending Inarizaki. That time of their lives seems so far away now, like a hazy fog in the morning that is gone by midday. Osamu unlocks his car, getting in swiftly and turning the key in the ignition. The engine purrs as the car awaits to be driven. Osamu knows he won’t make it home before midnight, so he waits in his car instead, waits because he knows his brother will call.
And just a minute before midnight, his phone lights up with a call from his twin brother, from the person who he can always count on no matter what. Osamu rubs his eyes to clear his vision, which had begun to blur due to how tired he is. He answers the call and Atsumu, sticking to his very nature, begins to obnoxiously sing Happy Birthday. Osamu laughs and sings along, sleep long forgotten because Atsumu can make you forget whatever it is you’re feeling for a moment, can make you forget your sorrows while he’s with you.
Once the off-key singing is over, they both speak.
“Happy birthday, ‘samu.”
“Happy birthday, ‘tsumu.”
They look at each other, not all surprised they spoke at the same time because they’d done that plenty of times before. And true to their nature, they both burst into a face-splitting fit of laughter, both probably reminiscing about how they used to speak simultaneously so often as kids that it freaked their mom and other kids out.
Osamu manages to calm down first, and at seeing Atsumu wipe tears from the corners of his eyes, he blurts out, “I miss ya.”
Atsumu’s joyous smile turns into one of nostalgia, a smile that seems equally sad as it is happy, as he reminisces of moments from when they were kids. “I miss ya too, ‘samu.”
In the midst of the silence that fell after the quiet confessions, Atsumu finally takes notice of Osamu’s surroundings. “Ya still at work?”
“Nah, just in my car.”
Atsumu shakes his head. “But at work.”
“Well...yeah. In the parking lot of my job.”
“Ya mean yer dream job.”
“Where are ya taking this conversation, ‘tsumu?”
Atsumu sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed as he ponders. With one hand, he begins to pick at the skin of his thumbnail, because where was this conversation headed. Truthfully, he knew what it is he wanted to say, and he was never one to hold back, so why was he struggling to just say what he needed to say.
Osamu picks up on his brother’s inner turmoil, having a gut feeling as to what Atsumu meant. “‘tsumu...I don’t hold it against ya. Yer where you need to be, the same way I’m where I need to be.”
Atsumu looks at his brother through the phone, eyes glossing over with tears desperately wanting to tip over. And he recalls to when they were in grade school, when they had finally made it to the double digits.
They stood under a big tree, about to bury a time capsule that they promised to open after another decade. Both were covered in dirt from head to toe, and Atsumu had even gotten some in his hair. You’d think they used each other to dig a hole instead of a shovel with how dirty they were.
Under the big tree that enveloped them in it’s cool shade they also promised each other to always celebrate every birthday together, no matter what. It didn’t matter if they were in the middle of a fight or if they were too busy, they promised to do whatever it takes to be together for every birthday. And so they upheld that promise, a promise so special, a promise that held the weight of the world, every year. That is, until...
Until today, with the Miya twins staring at each other through a phone screen, turning 26 away from each other. But Osamu couldn’t blame Atsumu. Atsumu was doing what he wanted with a passion so intense it was enviable. But Osamu was on the same page with that same passion, so he understood Atsumu. And it would’ve been hypocritical of him to expect Atsumu to fly back, when he could’ve flown to his brother all the same.
“Yer not mad?”
Osamu offers a genuine smile. “No, ‘tsumu. I could never be mad at ya for doing what ya love. Volleyball needed ya elsewhere, and my shop needs me here.”
Atsumu smiles a relieved smile, yet his eyes water again. “‘m still sorry I couldn’t make it.”
Osamu waves him off. “We’ll have next year.”
Atsumu smiles, because he knows he can count on Osamu the same way his brother counts on him. No matter how many fights they get in, they’ll always have each other. Atsumu nods in agreement, wiping at his eyes so he can see Osamu clearly. “Yeah, we will.”
- cooking date w chef miya 🧑🏻🍳
aka you patiently wait for osamu to make you food
got back into haikyuu and i’m down horrendously!!! need a man to cook for me fr! maybe make my favorite dish juuuust for me because he loves me so much even if i’m sneaking in kisses and distracting him from his work!
singing, dancing, eating
Kita with the twins
i always see people choosing one miya twin over the other, like just choose both of them 🤨
Being their Twin (Seijoh)
Summary: You’re their twin sibling that goes to a different school and manages for that volleyball team. The team gets to meet you for the first time!
Warning: Cursing, Crushes
Notes: GN!Reader. I focus a bit more on the relationship with your team and crush and then what your twin’s team thinks of you
Pairings: Semi x Oikawa!Reader || Hanamaki x Matsukawa!Reader || Daichi x Hanamaki!Reader || Yuzuru Komaki x Iwaizumi!Reader || Shirabu x Yahaba!Reader || Nakashima x Watari!Reader || Lev x Kunimi!Reader || Atsumu x Kyotani!Reader
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#1 Toru Oikawa || xSemi
You go to Shiratorizawa (I had to do it) and it’s fucking hilarious to you
Your brother hates you for it but there is also nothing he can do, your there on an academic scholarship and have been for the past two years. It was thanks to your brother that you met their middle school team while you attended KitaDai because of his rivalry with Ushijima who’s head is a brick. In all honesty you go to Shiratorizawa just in spite of your brother, you are both petty and there is no denying it. The volleyball team there loves you, you’re a weapon against Oikawa because you know all of his moves before he makes them and he has such a reliance on Iwa that you know how to exploit it.
You’re not just a manager to them, you help coach with tactics, strategies, and training schedules. Ushijima is like another brother to you while Semi and you are the parents with all your kids trying to set you up, even the fucking coaches while Tendo is your #1 problem child. Also, everyone knows you and Oikawa are siblings, you share the same last name and your both well known enough to have people put the pieces together. May I just say it’s hilarious to Shiratorizawa that they did get Ushijima’s wish, he got Oikawa at Shiratorizawa and you were all such a chaotic group when it came down to it.
As for Seijoh, they had heard of you due to your brother but they never properly met you until the final for the Interhigh. You already knew Iwa because he grew up with you guys and you loved him like another brother, you were well aware of his feelings toward your twin. It was an amusing meeting seeing as you just strolled over to them in the almost empty corridor while clad in your Shiratorizawa uniform. The team had a good idea on who you were on your looks and smirk alone but the mocking “Yahoo~” that escaped you was their confirmation.
The first meeting was rather hostile considering it was before a match between your two teams, the finals to be exact. Iwa was the least tense out of the whole team and that includes your dear brother. You don’t taunt your brother too much, you know how little self-confidence he has and as his twin you can’t just let him suffer like that. Joint humiliation with the other two third years? You’re all for it. Kunimi and Yahaba may as well worship you because of all the blackmail you have on Oikawa and Maki and Mattsun aren’t any better when it comes down to it. Watari and Kindaichi see you as more level-headed than your brother as well as more focused, Iwa is just wondering why your here again.
Your lovely meeting is interrupted by none other than Semi who brings back the negative tension in the air at the reminder of the upcoming game. He easily wraps an arm around your shoulders before stealing you away after you both wish the turquoise team good luck. You felt a small pressure at the top of your head and had a good idea that Semi had kissed the top of your head, what you didn’t see was the enraged look of your twin and his best friend at the action and you barely heard Oikawa’s shrieks that they would beat Shiratorizawa due to your tangled thoughts.
“Good luck Oikawa-san, let’s see if you can beat us when you have your twin’s tactics thrown at you.”
#2 Issei Matsukawa || xHanamaki
You go to Date Tech and you have a heart attack each time you see Moniwa because he looks so much like your brother? What the hell?
Not a lot of people know you two are related and you two rarely see each other outside of the house because it wasn’t often that you play each other. You both are pretty similar in the way you have an easy-going attitude and you pretty much go with the flow with whatever and it can cause you a lot of trouble so Date Tech is pretty protective of you.
Maki is the only one that knows about you on Seijoh and that is due to him being Mattsun’s best friend as well as your boyfriend since your first year of high school. You are truly what holds them back from causing mass destruction even when you seem pretty indifferent to most everything since you’re not prone to showing off your emotions and just do whatever. It’s why your first meeting with the whole of Seijoh was a bit surprising to the two boys.
It was the Interhigh Prelims, your last Prelims with Date Tech and the last Prelims of your high school life and Karasuno had just pulled the rug from under you guys with their indestructible duo. That’s how Seijoh found you, sitting in an empty hallway with your head in your hands while you silently cried. You didn’t want the rest of Date Tech to worry about you because of the loss but the third years knew how you felt because there was a tradition set in place to let your underclassmen thrive, the third years would retire, no matter their position. Your boyfriend and brother were by your side in a second and the rest of the team could only watch.
The third years felt sorry for you and the slow horror settled in that this was their last year too, yours just happened to end sooner than theirs. The second years didn’t know what to do to help cheer you up but Yahaba was the one that told you they would beat Karasuno for you and your team. Kunimi and Kindaichi were so lost on what to do since they had no idea who you were until you introduced yourself as Matsukawa (Y/N). They all liked you rather well and that evening they swept you away from Date Tech who honestly wasn’t that surprised about why you had been stolen away, the team treated you to ramen.
“Don’t worry (Y/N)-chan, we’ll beat those crows for you and your team.”
#3 Takahiro Hanamaki || xDaichi
You go to Karasuno and it’s simply due to you not wanting to go to a private high school so you chose to go to a local high school. Your parents are busy people and having two kids in a private high school would get expensive considering you have three younger siblings.
You’ve been team manager since before Kiyoko who is kind of your helper most of the time but is still a truly efficient manager without your help. Karasuno knows you have a sibling, a twin, but they don’t know who you’re related to but when asked you have no problems answering the question of your relation, Kageyama was a little wary of you since your brother went to Seijoh along with Oikawa but you promised you’d punch the captain next time you saw him. Daichi said no. You’re kind of a wildcard if I’m going to be honest because you can be as chaotic as Tanaka and Noya or you can be as calm and motherly as Suga which is why Karasuno’s captain had such an interest in you.
You didn’t properly meet Seijoh until the Preliminaries seeing as it mostly been brief waves, hellos, and good lucks when you met in the halls. Oikawa was actually the one that found you in the hallway when you were taking a breath of air away from the team, the first years hated seeing you upset and the second years were a bit numb but you third years were in pain, you had fallen so hard a few years ago and when you thought you had a chance it was taken before your eyes. The Seijoh captain tried flirting with you, telling you how someone as stunning as you shouldn’t be crying. Maki hit him upside the head before ruffling your hair with a sad smile.
The third years liked you rather well and Mattsun was the only one that knew you before hand while the others saw you as Karasuno’s Head Manager. They understood your pain but they wouldn’t apologize for winning and you wouldn’t dare to even take that apology in the first place. The second years were a little lost but liked you well enough when you ruffled their heads and told them they did a good job and they deserved that win they started to cry. The first years, Iwa, and Oikawa were the most cautious around you because you were very protective of your first years and that was especially clear with Kageyama. They found you nice though, they were glad you weren’t mad at them for taking Karasuno’s chance for nationals.
“Don’t worry about it. You lot may have won this time but next time we won’t lose.” After that you left to look for your team but Maki teasingly yelled at you to go find yourself a boyfriend so he didn’t have to comfort you when you got home. Lucky for him you did exactly that, it was a bit of a surprise but a good one indeed.
#4 Hajime Iwaizumi || xYuzuru Komaki
You go to Kakugawa High which just recently opened up a volleyball team the year prior, you were rather annoyed that people seemed to think your team was weak.
You are the only third year on the team since you became manager when the team began a year prior and you and the coach had worked hard on making the team possible even if you weren’t the best or had any overly outstanding players on your team. Things had become easier thanks to the team captain Komaki Yuzuru who had helped you build the team once he joined and convinced his friends to join. The two of you will constantly be working on tactics of how to get the team better and more prepared for tournaments but it’s hard when no one wants to have a practice match with you. Because your team isn’t well known you and Iwa’s relation isn’t known to anyone except for a few like Oikawa.
When you meet Seijoh it’s after the Prelim Finals that they lost to Shiratorizawa, they had gone to the local ramen shop to eat away their sadness. Things got a little side tracked when Oikawa saw you with Komaki making plans for the Spring Tournament so you could prepare the team again the boy thought it was a date. It was but Iwa doesn’t need to know that. The loud whine he gave was enough to give you a headache which caused the Kakugawa captain to give your hand a little pat. Iwa was a little surprised about seeing you there since he thought you’d be hanging out else where, he’s protective of you and when he saw you with the Kakugawa captain he was on guard.
Maki and Mattsun like you a lot though you’re a bit too serious for their liking but you’re organized and very efficient. Oikawa already knows you and has claimed you as his sibling so he’s pretty protective of you as well. Yahaba and Watari like and respect you a lot because you’ve had to deal with Iwa and Oikawa for how long? Kunimi and Kindaichi find your passion to be strong, you truly care about your team and want them to go stronger even if you have to push them it kind of reminds them of Kageyama in some ways. When Mad-Dog comes around you are the only one other than Iwa he’ll listen to because you intimidate him for some reason. He also has a crush on you and sees Komaki as a threat as he probably should.
“Well we’re actually here on a date so please leave us be, I’m sure (Y/N) can talk to you later considering she lives with your vice-captain so please leave so we can enjoy our date.”
#6 Shigeru Yahaba || xShirabu
You got to Shiratorizawa and your dating Shirabu, it’s the most hilarious thing in the world to Tendo
The teams know you and Yahaba are related because you two bicker like all the time, stupid creampuff twins. You two are two halves of a whole idiot and it’s chaotic to say the least because dear lord is a mess to have you two in the same room; Watari and Shirabu typically have to split you two apart though the salty setter is reluctant he’ll follow Ushijima’s orders. The story of how you met Seijoh was a bit strange because it had taken place at a training camp Shiratorizawa had been holding the year prior and Seijoh had to come.
The two teams are such rivals and you’re in it for the ride. You love to rile up your brother, it’s the best thing in the world for you to do so that’s all you were doing during the training camp. Of course you did your job but you had fun getting on your brother’s nerves, which is how you and Shirabu ended up together because those two are rivals an you and Shirabu are spiteful and petty bitches so what did you do to break Yahaba? You pretended to date the whole training camp. Shiratorizawa found it rather amusing but they were also not that surprised, Semi also commented how it looked like you two weren’t acting because you weren’t. Yahaba almost lost it when you gave the salty setter a kiss on the cheek.
Maki and Mattsun find you hilarious once they found out it was a prank by Shirabu and you but they agreed with Semi so you found yourself locked in a supply closet until you two confessed. Oikawa scolded you for teasing his precious student but you just flipped him off and Iwa loves you for it, he finds you pretty amusing but is surprised and worried about how spiteful and petty you can be. Watari gets a headache when you and Yahaba are in the same room because holy shit do you two bicker or go after each other but he’s used to it. The first years were amused and you and Kunimi got along great considering you both loved blackmail on people, especially Yahaba and Oikawa.
“Every time this happens and each time it’s a mistake,” Watari sighed.
#7 Shinji Watari || xNakashima
You go to Wakutani Minami High and you love it, the team isn’t that chaotic and you are all pretty calm and easy going. No one knows you two are related because you’re both so quiet and don’t like the spotlight
Your team is part of your family and they cherish you because you’re their only manager who is extremely quiet. It doesn’t help that Wakutani’s captain, Takeru Nakashima, was very protective of you due to having feelings for you but would try and fail to brush it off. As I said the team is part of your family so when team bonding happens at Nakashima’s place it’s typical that it’ll become a sleepover (if you’re a girl you’ll sleep in another room if you want if your a guy you’ll sleep in the living room with the boys). These sleepovers were common for the weekend before and during a tournament because it was just a feeling of closeness bonds the team. One of these sleepovers was interrupted by your twin needing you to bring something he forgot at home.
Watari is forgetful and often leaves for practice on Saturday morning in a rush for sleeping in too late and he forgets things; keys, money, gifts, his gym bag, shoes, etc. This time he forgot his wallet and Seijoh was supposed to go out to hang out at the mall later that day so you being the nice twin you are, agree to help him. You didn’t change out of your sweatpants and sleep shirt but you grabbed a random Wakutani jacket off the ground because it’s too cold in the mornings and left a note to your boys so they wouldn’t worry they still would though.
When you arrived at Seijoh the players had no idea who you were other than some stranger wearing a Wakutani volleyball jacket that was too big for you while looking like you just rolled out of bed because you did. You easily spotted your brother and walked over to him before handing over his wallet which he quietly thanked you for. Everyone figured out who you were after Watari introduced you and they all immediately liked you because of you small act of kindness toward your brother. You’ve been adopted by IwaOi and there is no escape, Mattsun and Maki want to corrupt you with pranks and vines but Yahaba scolds them into submission. Kindaichi thinks your nice and also very tired which is also why Kunimi respects you because sleep buddies. You’re a quiet person but the amount of naps you take makes people wonder how much sleep you actually get. You got a frantic call from Nakashima who was panicking with the rest of Wakutani on where you were.
“I was just bringing my brother some stuff at Seijoh.”
“BROTHER? WAIT— YOU’RE AT SEIJOH? WE’LL BE RIGHT THERE.”
“Takeru, no.”
#12 Yutaro Kindaichi || xNone
You go to Johzenji and no one beside Kunimi knows you two are related due to you both being first years
You have a good relationship with your team, you and the other two managers are all so done with the team and you better believe Terushima is going to give you a headache 24/7. I’ll be frank you’re nervous for when Hana leaves next year and leaves you and Runa to deal with the boys because you’re not ready. You’re not one that deals with chaos easily which is why Johzenji is so hectic to you but you wouldn’t trade your boys for the world. They treat you and Runa like little siblings and will try and intimidate anyone that comes near you two. When you’re pissed off they are terrified of you.
It was actually a practice match, both teams are in the top 4 in the prefecture after all it’s only right that they’ll end up practicing with you in the future. Seijoh was holding the meeting and Johzenji had arrived early for once and Kindaichi was surprised to see you. He wasn’t aware you were a volleyball manager, you never were the year prior or at all during junior high so he immediately blurted out the question like the impulsive person he was. Kunimi recognized you because you two went to school together and shared most of your classes in junior high also you were his best friend’s twin.
Kunimi liked you a lot, you two tended to gang up on your brother and tease him to death. Oikawa and Iwaizumi faintly remember you but not overly much seeing as you never interacted before but they can tell you’re the more sensible one out of you and Kindaichi. Watari and Yahaba like you well enough but don’t know what to make of you since not only are you a year younger than them but they know next to nothing about you other than you’re Kindaichi’s twin. Mattsun and Maki are amused by you but they only like you so much since you stop their pranks during the practice match as well as your team’s chaos. The whole team respects you because not just anyone can manager Johzenji but the three of you managers put up with it and deal with them.
“TERUSHIMA IF YOU TRY TO THROW ANOTHER GLITTER BOMB AT SEIJOH SO HELP ME— WAIT, WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THE FUCKING GLITTER BOMBS?”
“Mattsun and Maki gave them to me! Please don’t kill me!”
“MATTSUN-SAN! MAKI-SAN!”
#13 Akira Kunimi || xLev
You go to Nekoma due to your parents getting divorced and your dad taking you with him to Tokyo. You’re best friend is Kenma btw and you two are the resident cats. No one really knows you and Kunimi are related because you live in different prefectures and you both rather sleep than talk.
Yaku was the one that recruited you when he noticed you watching a volleyball match of a team in Miyagi and writing down stats and notes. The team was Seijoh and you were helping your brother. He asked you to become a manager for Nekoma and you’re reluctant due to you much rather sleep than put in time and effort to something not your family because you don’t have friends. Ultimately you agree and just like they swore to protect Kenma they protect you, two sleep cat children. Lev liked you a lot and everyone knew he liked you, you even knew but you didn’t particularly care enough to tell him to go away. He was a much more comfortable pillow than the floor. Kuroo treated you like a little sister since you were around Kenma so often. You’re a great manager who was highly intelligent but always sleepy (sleepy-chan who?)
You met Seijoh during Nekoma’s practice against Karasuno during Golden Week when you were looking for Kenma who had run off and disappeared. You too were no lost since you haven’t been in Miyagi for years so you were kind of wondering around when you stumbled across Seijoh, you just hoped they knew where Karasuno was. When you walked into the gym clad in your red Nekoma manager gear with a sleepy look in your eye they were all curious. When you asked where Karasuno was they were confused until you explained that your team was here from Tokyo to meet with the team for a practice match. They were jealous. When the coaches asked for your name everything made sense because you were Kunimi (Y/N) and were twins with Kunimi Akira. Kunimi greeted you and it took you a moment to realize that his is your twin brother that you haven’t seen in two year.
Seijoh sees you as another Kunimi except female and wearing red and they are 100% right because you’re 100% done. Oikawa tried and failed to flirt with you, much to your displeasure because the only one really allowed to flirt with you was Lev not because you were starting to gain feelings for him, definitely not. Kindaichi liked you since you were a lot like your twin who was his best friend though he was offended that he wasn’t made aware of your existence. The second years find you amusing due to your pretty chill attitude toward everything and the third years are trying to see if they can get you to transfer schools. They all wanted you to transfer schools when you asked your twin if the notes you sent back were helpful for the team because you could’ve used that time to sleep or help Nekoma because you were the one giving those detailed notes to Kunimi? Adopted
Kuroo and Kenma found you a little bit later telling you how you went in the wrong direction of your hotel. You wished the boys goodbye and good luck before going off with your best friend and his boyfriend.
“Akira has my number if you want me too analyze something but if you wake me up from a nap you better fucking run.”
#16 Kentaro Kyotani || xAtsumu
You go to Inarizaki because your parents are divorced which lead to Kyotani having more anger management than he formerly had, you however were much calmer about the fact though you were a little pissed off. Also the likeliness of you actually meeting Seijoh is slim to none because not only do you live so far away but your brother is extremely private and doesn’t like letting people close.
I like to think you would meet Seijoh by surprising your brother at one of his practices with Osamu after prefectural finals happened and teams are preparing for Spring Nationals. Let it be known that Inarizaki are extremely protective of you and will not let you go anywhere alone, this was especially after a few drunks tried to corner you in the street as well as when Atsumu’s fangirls came after you, they refused to let you go anywhere alone. Since your boyfriend was off at the Junior Nationals Training Camp he had his brother go with you to see your own twin brother.
When I say Kyotani is surprised to see you I mean he thought he had hit his head kind of surprised, that was until you tackled him to the ground and yelled at him from getting suspended from volleyball for a month. Seijoh had no idea who you were but they thought you were a goner when they saw you tackle their resident “Mad-Dog” to the ground without hesitation. They had all noted Osamu’s and your’s Inarizaki uniforms and they of course knew what school Inarizaki was because you guys are a powerhouse team that has been making it to Nationals for years.
Yahaba and Watari respected you so much after introducing yourself and punching your brother in the gut. The first years were kind of intimidated by you but you didn’t really care and the third years were amused by the dynamic between you two. You were rather friendly and kind but you had a sternness in you that they could tell was used on your players. Oikawa tried to flirt with you but Osamu interrupted and told the brunette you had a boyfriend which enraged your brother because how dare you not tell him and let him beat the boy up.
“Since when do you have a boyfriend?”
“Since last year.”
“Name.”
“Miya Atsumu.”
“THAT FUCKER?!”
“I’d argue if it wasn’t true,” Osamu sighed