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osamu x reader - “addition”

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 711

notes: this has a sequel in atsumu’s point of view entitled “another addition”

osamu promised himself he wouldn't cry.

no. he wouldn't give his twin brother the ammunition he needs to forever shame him. he told himself he wouldn't cry but as looked down at the small, tiny human being in his arms, he couldn't help but notice just how minuscule their hand is. he reached out, hesitant, but as if the baby felt the presence of their father, they reached out and latched onto osamu's pinky. it was at that moment that he thought, 'fuck it'. no amount of the humiliation he'll get from his brother's jokes will ever come close to the feeling of joy and love in his heart. the baby was so tiny. their baby. his baby. his own flesh and blood. osamu's eyes crinkled as tears cascaded down his cheeks towards their conjoined hands. he bit his lip, in an effort to stop the stupid sobs that threatened to come out of his shaking lips but to no avail, they escaped anyways. but he paid it no mind. not really. not when his pride and joy was touching him in this intimate moment only they shared.

"'samu..." he couldn't look at you because he wanted to spare some dignity to himself. he's supposed to be stronger than this. he's a father now, for christ's sake!

god. he's a father now. he'll need to repeat this a few more times before it fully sinks in. never in a million years did he see this as his life but now that he's here, there's no way he'd ever regret this. osamu's body shook as he leaned his head closer towards their hands. his forehead gently nudged the baby's soft skin, tears never stopping its flow. the baby was warm. it was different from your hugs that were always tight and comforting. no, it was foreign and fragile but it was home. osamu smiled brightly at that. this was home too.

"thank you," osamu reached his free hand to hold yours, "thank you for this. thank you for giving me a child. thank you for making me a father. thank you for making us a family. i love you. god, i really love you. what did i do to deserve you two?"

you gripped his hand tighter, tears unable to stop flowing from your eyes as well. no. you couldn't after seeing your man look so vulnerable and so happy at the same time. it was this gesture that made osamu look at you, glass-eyed and voice shaking but ever firm and determined, "i will protect the two of you. i'll provide for you, love you, and make sure you're always happy. i promise. i love you. i love you two so, so much. i can't—"

"i know 'samu," you were surprised you could say that much from the uncontrollable sobs that wrecked your body. his eyes twinkled brighter than any star you have come across and its intensity sent a thousand fluttering explosions in your chest. he was so good to you. he always was and you have no doubt that he would be good to your little babe as well.

"my baby, no, our baby... you're finally here... freaking real... this ain't a dream..." osamu mumbled to himself as he caressed the small tuft of hair at the top of their head before moving his hand to their chest, feeling the rapid beating of their heart. just like that, osamu lost all of his calm and fully broke down into a sobbing mess.

fuck. never, not even once, in his life did osamu think that something was missing. not since you came along but this? this ardor, this protectiveness, this joy, this wholeness was beyond anything his words could describe. it was as if the stars joined together to make this dream a reality. because that was what this was. it was a dream. and it came true. he now had a tiny bundle of joy in his arms and a loving partner to stand by his side. he couldn't believe it still but there was no going back now. not like he had any intention of doing so, of course.

his life couldn't be more perfect and yet here he was. and you know? it's all thanks to you.

haikyuu boys after meeting your parents

featuring; osamu, atsumu, suna x f!reader

warning; just fluff <3

notes; i added some parts from my own life so let’s forget about the stuff mentioned in osamu’s part :’D also this is my first time writing something like this so-

miya osamu

miya atsumu

suna rintarou

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.”

My entry for @augustinewrites’s Simple Pleasures collab! Chaos corner, this one’s for you 💝

Miya Osamu knows better than most that life is volatile and sometimes unkind - and more than often inopportune. He knows because he grew up with the embodiment of life, wearing a face that looked exactly like his.

At 7pm, standing in the doorway of your shared room, he can’t help but wonder when he met the other side of life; the side that was more like himself than Atsumu. Because life wasn’t always about crashing head-first into the worst decisions. Sometimes it was this:

Sometimes it was watching you cuddle your baby while he does the dishes and prepares the milk bottle. Sometimes it’s the quiet into which you speak promises to the Mini Miya you’ve created. Sometimes, it was complete wonder and awe at your messy ponytail and three-day-old T-shirt - and how it’s still one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen in his twenty-odd years of life.

Sometimes it was reveling in the fact that you existed.

You’ve saved his life more than once, he thinks. When no one else believed in Onigiri Miya, you did. When everyone else asked after Atsumu and never Osamu, you were the one whose lips always held his name.

Osamu. A name he used to resent. It was too often followed by “and Atsumu,” reminding him that he always coexisted with another half. Now, he doesn’t mind. It’s followed by “my dear,” “my love,” and the like.

Sometimes, life was laying next to you, waiting until the baby was burped and fed. Life was his baby on his chest, napping or curling her tiny, tiny fingers around his own. Life was you, pressed into his side, stroking the baby’s back and telling him your life story with a baby voice to entertain both members of your tiny family.

He doesn’t know how or when he got here. He doesn’t know what accident of the universe granted him this blessing - not that he’s complaining.

“Samu?”

He hums, glancing downward to see if Mini Miya was asleep yet.

“Thanks.”

“For what?” It can’t be the dishes. He does those all the time.

“For staying.”

Two words, but he knows what they mean to you. A lot. Because you didn’t trust easily, and too many people had given up before you were ready to hand them your heart. But not Miya Osamu. Miya Osamu was thankful to have you in his life in any capacity. He didn’t care how long you made him wait, because waiting was half the fun.

It was existence with you, either way, and that’s all he’s ever wanted. That’s all he ever hopes to do for the rest of his life.

“You can’t get rid of me,” he murmurs. “Ever.”

[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!

~This is a repost from my old blog~

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