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Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 6

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

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 5.3k (whoops)

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

disclaimer: manga spoilers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, young love~”

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

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

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

Leftovers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You couldn’t wait to get back to work.

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

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

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Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 7

Title: the fox’s den

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 5.4k

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

disclaimer: manga spoilers

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

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

“‘SAMU, YOU BASTARD!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Traitor!”

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

“Calm down, Atsumu.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey!”

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

 “Oh, so you’re the one…”

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

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

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

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

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

“Sounds good, Kita-san.”

“Is there anything else you need?”

“Actually...I have a quick question.”

“What is it?”

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

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

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

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

“Hm…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“WE LITERALLY HAVE THE SAME FACE.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“...no.”

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

“N-no!”

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

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

Leftovers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 8

Title: the oh-no-giri miya

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 5.5k (but are we really surprised)

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

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: yeeeeehaw another chatper update! there's a lot going on this chapter, but i just hope everything makes sense. thanks for all the support so far! im thinking this series might come to an end soon, but i will keep you all updated!

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You yawn for the fourth time after clocking into work today and rub your tired eyes. Your exhaustion does not go unnoticed by your boss.

“Long night?” Osamu asks as he finishes restocking the fridge.

“More like long week.” Another yawn threatens to leave your lips and you have to force yourself to stop. “There’s been construction going on near my apartment and the elderly couple next door seems to be having some sort of argument for the past few nights. If they don’t figure their issues out by tomorrow, I’m gonna have to have a talk with my landlord.”

Osamu gives you a sympathetic glance and pats your shoulder. “I hope they do. Can’t have my favorite employee walking around like a zombie every day.”

“I’m your only employee, Osamu-san.”

The man just shrugs his shoulders before giving you a more serious look. “You sure you’ll be okay though? I wouldn't mind if you left early today.”

You waved off his suggestion. “No, I’ll be fine. Plus, we have a lot going on today. I’d rather not leave you to deal with that on your own, especially since the entire team is coming to help out.”

There were only a few weeks before the V. League Championships, so the starting players of MSBY were coming in to volunteer and advertise their big match against the Schweiden Adlers. Atsumu was the one to suggest having this event and his coach seemed to like the idea. It did take a while to convince Osamu to allow anybody to work at his precious restaurant but gave in after his brother promised to wear a giant onigiri costume during the entire event and buy him some Wagyu beef after his next paycheck.

Before Osamu could ask you anything else, the front door to Onigiri Miya was roughly opened and the seven MSBY starting players sauntered inside. Everyone greeted each other briefly and Osamu was just about to get them set up in their spots, but MSBY’s setter had other plans.

Atsumu placed a large bag on top of the counter and took out what looked like picture frames along with a power drill.

Osamu raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing, you scrub?”

“What should’ve been done a long time ago!” Without hesitation, Atsumu approached the wall with all of the autographs from previous customers and began to put up seven other frames. He was clearly still upset about the fact that his brother had autographs of the rival team in his shop, so the blonde decided to take matters into his own hands and hang up signed portraits of himself and his teammates. There were shouts of displeasure from your boss and you’d normally be the mediator between the twins, but you felt too tired at the moment to care.

Meian Shugo, the captain of MSBY, approached the spot next to you and gave you a kind smile. “Hey, (Surname)-san.”

“Hello, Meian-san.” You returned the smile with a small wave.

Your boss wanted to meet up with all the volunteers a week prior to the event in order to teach them what they were responsible for, especially those who were helping with the cooking. Since he had asked you to help out, you were able to meet the three remaining MSBY players for the first time last week as well.

“(Surname)-chan, do you need any help with anything before customers start rolling in?” Inunaki Shion questioned as he skipped over to where you were with his teammate, Adriah Thomas, following behind.

“Actually, we need to set up a few tables outside in case it gets a little packed indoors during the lunch rush. Do you guys mind bringing the tables and chairs outside with me?” You pointed towards the plastic tables that were leaning against the wall.

“Sure thing!” Inunaki briefly translated what you had said to Thomas in English and the latter simply nodded his head in understanding. As Thomas was walking past you to grab one of the tables, he lifted his hands in front of you. You haven’t really been able to speak with him since you weren’t very fluent in English, but he has always tried to be as friendly as possible around everyone and seems to love giving high-fives. You thought his actions were endearing, so you gave him a high-five with an equal amount of enthusiasm.

After grabbing what you needed and stepping outside, you spent a couple minutes directing each of them to where everything was supposed to be set up. Once that was done, you ushered them back inside. “Thanks guys! We’re opening soon, so let me know if you have any questions on what you’ll be doing.”

Unsurprisingly, Atsumu and Osamu were still bickering, but now Atsumu had a large black and white onigiri costume in his arms. “How the hell am I supposed to wear this all day, ‘Samu?”

“Easy. Just put it on and keep it on.” The onigiri chef explained. “Bokuto-san, do you mind helping him put it on?”

“Sure thing, Myaa-san!”

Everyone spent the next few minutes decorating the room with MSBY merchandise or helping Atsumu put on his costume and before you knew it, the first customer had arrived. Multiple voices rang throughout the shop, “Welcome to Onigiri Miya!”

Thankfully, the first couple of hours went by without any issues. You were surprised at how all of the guys were able to adapt to their jobs so quickly.

Normally, the customers take their food from the counter themselves, but for the event, Bokuto and Inunaki served as waiters. They seem to be doing a pretty good job so far and the customers love their amiable personalities.

Atsumu was sent outside to give out fliers and keep watch of the people eating outdoors. He would come back inside every so often to refill on fliers or complain about the onigiri suit, and it usually ended up with him being chased out by Sakusa who was on cleaning duty (“Omi-kun why do you keep hitting me with the broom?!”/”I was told to clean any trash on the ground.”). Sakusa was a bit reluctant to be put strictly on cleaning duty but voiced no complaints when you told him that this job requires the least amount of human interaction.

Hinata and Thomas stayed in the kitchen to assist Osamu with cooking. The three worked quite well together and Hinata would translate anything for Thomas if need be.

You and Meian stood next to each other comfortably. You were doing what you normally did at the register except Meian took over all the phone orders.

Even with fewer responsibilities than usual, waves of exhaustion seeped into your bones throughout the morning. There would be the occasional superfan that would walk in and ask for a picture with all the players while squealing in a pitch that could outmatch a dolphin. Just the thought of it gave you a bigger migraine.

“-san…-rname)-san?...(Surname)-san!”

Your eyes shoot up to Meian who has been calling your name for who knows how long. Apparently, your fatigue was also affecting your reaction time. “Ah! Sorry, Meian-san. Did you need something?”

The tall man eyes you with worry. “Are you okay? You seem distracted.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just a bit tired.” You brush off his concern.

He looks like he wants to say more but is interrupted by Hinata who had popped his head in your periphery. “Hey, (Name)-san. Do you know where Osamu-san keeps the olive oil? He stepped away for a moment to check on something and I can’t find it.”

“Oh, yeah. I can get that for-!”

As you turn around from your spot, your vision blurs and you feel your knees give out from the sudden lightheadedness. There are several alarmed voices around you, but you don’t think you can react fast enough to stop yourself from falling over. You prepare for any pain, but before your head could hit the counter, strong arms wrap around your waist.

“(Name)-san!”

Hinata’s voice is right next to you, so you can assume that he is the one who caught you. The poor man looks like he’s about to call an ambulance in panic, so you place a hand on his forearm to let him know you’re still awake.

It seems like all the noise also caused your boss to rush back from whatever he was doing because his figure is suddenly crouched down in front of you. Without warning, Osamu places a gentle hand on your forehead and you involuntarily blush. “Your face is a little red, but it doesn’t seem like you have a fever. You said you weren’t getting enough sleep lately, right?”

“I-I think I just turned around too fast. I’m fine.” You tap Hinata’s arm to get him to let you go and make the effort to stand up on your own to show that you didn’t need help.

Osamu stood up and crossed his arms, his gaze focused on the dark circles under your eyes. “No, you are not. Go to the back room and take a break.”

“I’m seriously okay. Lunch rush is almost here and I don’t want to make things difficult for the other guys,” you argue back.

Osamu doesn’t seem like he wants to back down either. “Would you rather I tell you to leave early? It’s either take a break now or go home.”

After watching you and Osamu go back and forth, Meian felt the need to intervene. “Don’t worry, (Surname)-san. I’ve been with you all morning, so I have a pretty good idea of what I need to do. We’ve got more than enough hands to help out.”

There’s a brief silence as everyone waits for you to say something. You finally let out a defeated sigh. “Alright. I’ll take a break.”

The guys around you feel the tension leave from their shoulders at your compliance.

“But,” you lift up a finger to get their attention, “you have to call me if there are any issues or if you need help with the register.”

“Got it, got it. Now go, (Name)-san.” Osamu walks around you and places his hands on your shoulders as he pushes you towards the back room.

When the door closed behind you, there was an unfamiliar silence permeating the room. You’ve never taken a break by yourself, so you felt slightly uncomfortable. Deciding to just lay on the small couch at the corner of the room, you looked up at the ceiling not exactly knowing what to do during your ‘break’. You didn’t even realize your eyes started to droop until they were fully closed and you entered a deep sleep.

You stretch your arms as you walk back to the register feeling much more refreshed than you were before and mentally thanked your boss for convincing you to take a break.

There’s a small skip to your step as you get closer to where Meian is, but his strange posture makes you halt. When you look around the counter, there are multiple customers waiting in line and all of them seem to have irritated expressions. Meian has the phone up to his ears and he’s stuttering so much that you can’t even make out what he’s trying to say.

You’re about to reach out to help him, but the front entrance suddenly opens and you can’t help but gape at the sight. Standing in nothing but pants and an apron, Atsumu runs a hand through his blonde locks while sweat runs down his skin. You’re not sure why he’s shirtless or how he got away with taking off the costume, but your focus is once again taken away by another volleyball player.

Bokuto grabs a tray of food that Osamu left out and rushes to one of the tables. In his haste, he accidentally trips over his own feet and everything on the tray is sent flying. Your eyes widen when you witness the owlish man produce an entire front flip in the middle of the tiny restaurant and land it successfully. Although, the food didn’t survive and proceeded to fall right on top of Sakusa’s head with a resounding plop.

“Wow! Bokuto, when did you learn to do that?” Inunaki asks excitedly.

“I’ve been practicing so that I can have a grand entrance at the game!” Bokuto stands proudly, completely oblivious to his seething teammate. Sakusa is absolutely furious and looks like he’s about to blow a fuse.

Atsumu chooses to step in and make an attempt at calming his friend lightheartedly. “Hey, Omi-Omi! You’re overreacting. Just wash it off and call it a day. No need to get so mad at your friend.”

Atsumu’s words only seem to infuriate the dark haired male even more. “Get out of the fucking way, Miya. I don’t need your dumb excuses of friendship. I’m sick and tired of your shit.”

You could almost see the poison being spit out of Sakusa’s mouth as he directed his harsh words at Atsumu. The blonde seemed to have finally snapped as well as he alarmingly lifted one of his fists. Before Atsumu could cause any harm, Osamu grabbed his brother’s arm. You didn’t even notice your boss approach the two.

“‘Tsumu! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Osamu kept a tight grip on Atsumu as he glared. “Stop being an idiot and calm down.”

Atsumu roughly grabbed onto his brother’s collar with both of his hands. “You expect me to stay calm after hearing that? And, calling me an idiot doesn’t help, ‘Samu!”

You’ve finally had enough of being just a bystander, so you quickly ran around the counter and put a hand on each of the twins’ shoulders trying to lightly tug them away from each other. “Guys, you need to stop. Fighting in the middle of the shop is not going to solve anything.”

You knew that your words alone wouldn’t be enough to relieve their anger, but what you didn’t expect was the arm that harshly swung out in your direction, pushing you into the nearest table. If it weren’t for Bokuto and Inunaki steadying your balance, you could’ve been seriously injured.

“Stay out of this, (Name)-san.” Anger seems to have blinded Osamu and he doesn’t look even the least bit guilty for pushing you. “You’re being annoying. I don’t need you.”

If you could describe the way your heart felt after hearing those words, you would compare it to shattering glass. You knew you shouldn’t allow his words to affect you this much, but your emotions had failed you and all you could do was look down with tears in your eyes. Maybe this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t taken that break.

Unfortunately, the universe didn’t seem to want you to even contemplate on your decision when a loud scream was heard from the kitchen area. Everyone in the room watched as Hinata, Thomas, and Meian collectively yelled the one word that could’ve made this situation worse.

“FIRE!!”

Your body aggressively shot up into a sitting position with your arms outstretched as you let out a startled gasp. A bead of sweat ran down your face and you took a second to take some deep breaths. Once you felt like your heart wasn’t going to jump out of your chest, you took in your surroundings.

You were alone in the back room of Onigiri Miya sitting on the same couch that you must have fallen asleep on when you first walked in. There was a thin blanket on top of your body that you don’t remember having before losing consciousness, but you didn’t wait to dwell on it as you tossed it aside and stood up to go back outside.

Throwing the door open, you steeled your nerves at the potential chaos that you might have to confront after your terrible, anxiety-provoking dream. However, the sight in front of you was... completely normal.

Your boss, being the closest one to the door, was the first person to notice your presence and smiled as you walked up to him. “Hey, (Name)-san. How are you feeling?”

“Uh...better? How’s everything out here?” Your eyes shift around the room to see if anything was unusual. “No raging fire or um...missing shirts?”

Osamu looked at you with confusion. “Not that I know of? It was a bit rocky after you left, but after about an hour everyone adjusted pretty well.”

Your shoulders released their tension at the fact that there weren’t any issues in your absence but immediately tensed back up when you realized what Osamu had just implied. “An hour?! How long was I asleep for?”

“Maybe about four hours?”

“Four-!” Almost choking on your words, you pulled out your phone to check the time and it has indeed been four hours since you started your break. “Why didn’t anyone wake me up?”

“I came in to check on you after about half an hour, but you seem really tired, and as your boss, I need to make sure you’re not overworked or sick.” Osamu brought up an arm to rub his neck sheepishly. “I know how you feel about me being concerned about your health, but I’d rather have you upset at me than risk you ending up in a hospital.”

A pout makes its way onto your face. How were you supposed to be upset if he gave you a reasoning like that?

Taking your silence as a sign to keep talking, Osamu brings his arm down and places his hand on your head comfortingly. “We’re not closing just yet, so you can still help out. I know you don’t like missing out on work, so there’s still some things to get done, if you’re good with that?”

You nod your head eagerly. “Yeah, sounds good. I’ll try to make up for what I missed.”

When you returned to the register, some of the MSBY players welcomed you back happily. Hinata and Meian gave you worried looks but felt reassured when you gave them a cheerful thumbs up. The only person you haven’t seen in a while was Atsumu, so you assumed he was still working outside.

Since holding the MSBY event for an entire normal work day might tire out the players, Osamu had planned to close earlier than usual, which meant that there was only about an hour left before closing. You tried your best to do as much as you could during that hour, even checking up on everyone every once in a while.

Ten minutes before closing, a woman walked in with two young boys by her side. You could make the assumption that they might be twins based on the uncanny similarities between them. Although, one of them seemed much more outgoing than the other based on their mannerisms and the two reminded you of another set of twins. The kids must’ve been playing outdoors before walking in since their hands were covered in dirt.

The mother lightly pushed her sons towards the back of the room. “Why don’t you two go wash your hands in the bathroom, while I order the food?”

“Okay!” The more extroverted twin answered back and ran towards the bathroom after grabbing his brother’s hand.

The woman asks for a to-go order and strikes up a conversation with Bokuto and Inunaki while she waits. After a couple of minutes, there are strange noises and laughter coming from the bathroom. When you looked up, the mother was still standing with the two men, so her sons must still be in the bathroom.

Tapping Meian on the shoulder, you point to the back when he has his attention on you. “Meian-san, could you watch the register real quick? I’m gonna go check what’s going on in the bathroom.”

He gives you a slight nod and you make your way to where all the noise is. The bathroom door is slightly ajar and when you peek in, you see the two boys standing in front of the sink blowing bubbles with their fingers. There was soap and water everywhere. You silently thank the universe for not having you on cleaning duty today.

Not wanting to startle the children, you knock on the door before opening it all the way. You expected the boys to be terrified at getting caught, but when they make eye contact with you over the mirror, their grins widen.

“Pretty cashier lady! Look what I can do!”

The talkative twin plunged his hand in the sink and viciously started blowing bubbles everywhere after taking his hand out. The quieter of the two started running around to avoid getting hit by the bubbles, but miscalculated how slippery the floor had gotten from all the soap and water.

“AH!”

As soon as you saw the boy’s feet slip from under him, you rushed forward and caught him with your own body, saving him from potentially breaking his nose. “Are you okay?”

The young boy turned red at the close proximity and shyly nodded his head while avoiding your eyes.

The ruckus had caused a couple people to check up on what was going on and were surprised to see the state of the bathroom as well as the boy that was tightly gripping onto your shirt. The boys’ mother was also part of the group as she had realized that her sons were taking quite a long time to simply wash their hands.

Rest assured, you explained what had happened and the woman scolded her children before making them apologize for causing such a disruption. The boy you had saved from slipping kept shifting his body weight from one foot to another when a sudden idea popped into his head. He quickly ran out of his mother’s hold and slid open the front door to go outside.

Before anyone could run after him, the boy came back inside just as quickly with a small white flower in his hand. He shuffled over to stand in front of you and held out the flower. “I’m sorry.”

You thought your heart would burst at the cute gesture and knelt down to gladly accept the flower with a warm smile. “Thank you.”

All of the guys around were watching the scene with a smile of their own. Someone quietly leaned over to an unsuspecting Osamu and whispered into his ear, “You’ve got some tough competition, Myaa-san.”

“Bokuto-san?!”

With that, the mother left with her sons after grabbing their food and the day was officially over. All of the MSBY players, excluding Sakusa and Atsumu, sat down at a table together to take a quick break before getting back up to clean. Sakusa begrudgingly went to get rid of the mess in the bathroom and Atsumu was still nowhere to be seen, but no one really seemed to notice at the moment.

Even though you were out cold for a couple hours, it still felt like an hectic day.

“Looks like you just can't get away from ruining your uniform, huh.”

Turning to the side, Osamu walks up to where you are and a smirk is plastered onto his features. True to his words, your uniform was once again soaked with water, but this time, there are remnants of soap as well.

You let out a sigh. “It seems so.”

Osamu nervously looks to the side and shoves his hands into his pockets. “Do you, uh, need something to cover up?”

“Nah, it’s all good. I actually brought an extra uniform shirt just in case anything happened during the event today. Luckily, I thought ahead!” You mentally pat yourself on the back.

“Yeah...lucky.”

“I’m gonna go change in the back room now. I’ll come out to help with cleaning afterwards!” You don’t wait to hear a response and disappear into the back room for the second time today.

At the same time, the entrance slides open and Atsumu, still in his onigiri costume, strolls into the shop. There’s an empty bag of chips hanging loosely from his hands, which he throws away to the nearest trash can.

“Atsumu-san! Where have you been?” Hinata stands up from his chair to walk up to the blonde in curiosity. “And, where did you get those chips?”

“There weren’t any customers outside and I wanted a snack so I went to the nearby convenience store,” Atsumu replies.

Osamu scoffs. “You skipped out on work and went to the convenience store in that?”

“Everyone and their moms in the next 10 mile radius has seen me in this, so what’s the point of getting embarrassed over wearing this down the block?” Atsumu attempts to shrug his shoulders but the suit is too large to make it obvious. “We’re done right? I wanna get out of this thing as soon as possible. You left my shirt in the back, right Shoyo-kun?”

Atsumu began speed walking towards the back room to change and Hinata realized a second too late that his teammate had no idea that you were still inside. The younger male jumped in place and tried to stop Atsumu. “Atsumu-san, wait! Don’t-!”

Unfortunately, Atsumu’s ears didn’t register what Hinata was trying to say in time and he swung open the door. He froze completely when he saw the bare skin of your back before sliding up his gaze to lock eyes with you. You were in the middle of putting on your extra uniform but froze in shock from the sudden entry with only your arms through the shirt, leaving the top half of your body only clad in a bra.

Hinata, who was only able to grab onto his teammate’s arm a second too late, also had a clear view. To make the situation even worse, Sakusa had just finished cleaning the bathroom and had walked out at the same time of the fiasco making him the third person to see you shirtless.

All four of you stare at one another for a second before you snap out of it. A menacing aura seeps out of your figure as your expression darkens. “Close the door.”

“SHIT! SORRY!” Atsumu regains function in his limbs at your tone and slams the door shut.

Hinata covers his fiery cheeks and squeezes his eyes shut but then immediately opens them when the image of you becomes too clear in his mind. He’s muttering incoherent apologies under his breath as if you could sense his remorse through the walls. Sakusa looks down at his mop and remains silent, his own cheeks tinted pink under his face mask.

“What the fuck did you do, Atsumu?”

Atsumu flinches at the coldness of Osamu’s words from behind him. He slowly turns around and meets his brother’s gaze. Osamu was mad.

Not even a second later Osamu’s kicking around Atsumu across the floor in anger. Atsumu opted to pull his arms and legs inside the suit to avoid any injuries. Hinata and Sakusa can only watch from the side. Out of curiosity, even Bokuto joined in on spectating. If this was any other situation, one might even laugh at the somewhat comical sight.

You step out of the back room a minute later fully dressed. No one has noticed you yet, so you just make your way to where the three less problematic MSBY players were sitting. They all watch you with mixed expressions as you sit down on one of the chairs wearily.

“You just can’t seem to catch a break. You good?” Inunaki peers at you with sympathy in his eyes. Thomas lifts up a hand for you to take and gives you a comforting squeeze before letting go.

“Yeah. I’m fine, really. Can’t even say I’m surprised that nothing seems to be calm when I’m around all you volleyball players. I’ve already gotten used to it, though.” You sigh exasperatedly but you can’t stop the small upward curve of your lips as you glance behind you at the chaos.

Meian chuckles. “You know, you’re pretty good at handling their shenanigans. Even with all the work you did today, you still made time to check on everyone. I’d say you’ve got some good managing skills.”

You give Meian a grateful smile at his kind words. He then seems lost in thought for a moment before beaming at you. “Hey, we have a manager position that’s open right now. Would you consider working along with all of us?”

The suggestion caught you completely off guard. You working with MSBY? You can’t deny that the idea makes you curious.

As you open your mouth to respond, an arm is suddenly slung over your shoulders silencing you.

“Sorry, Meian-san. She’s too good of a worker to give up.” At some point, your boss had gotten behind you and eavesdropped on your conversation. He tugs your body a bit closer to his own possessively and looks at Meian straight in the eye. “She’s mine.”

You’re surprised how you haven’t ended up in the hospital with how many times your heart has gone out of control in the last 8 hours. Except this time, a blush accompanies your irregular heart rate.

To save yourself from any potential embarrassment, you shrug off Osamu and cross your arms. “Um, no. I don’t belong to anyone.”

A flash of anxiety runs across Osamu’s eyes. He worries that he might have offended you or pushed you to take Meian’s offer.

Ignoring your boss, you send a small apologetic smile to the older man.” Sorry, Meian-san. I’m pretty happy working here, and I don’t know if I can really commit to a manager position at this time. Thanks for considering me though!”

“No worries, (Surname)-san. Feel free to let us know if you ever do change your mind.” The captain nods his head in understanding and accepts the rejection coolly.

A pained groan echoes through the shop and you turn to the noise. Atsumu is still on the ground looking absolutely drained of energy while Bokuto pokes at his costume with a single metal chopstick. Hinata and Sakusa are still in the same spot from before and make no effort to help Atsumu up.

Meian claps his hands once next to you and his chair screeches against the floor as he stands. “Alright, guys! Break’s over! Our job isn’t done just yet. Let’s get to cleaning!”

Leftovers

You’re just about ready to pass out as you lay in your bed with the lights off. Despite the four hour nap you had today, you still feel drowsy and can’t wait to get some sleep. Luckily, the neighbors seem to have calmed down for the night, so sleep should come easily. As you feel your consciousness slipping from you, you’re suddenly jolted awake by the shrill ringtone of your phone.

Letting out an annoyed groan, you pick up your phone to check who would be calling you so late. However, your irritation dissipates as soon as you read Shirabu’s name on the screen. He isn’t the type of person to call for no reason, so you immediately answer with a bit of a concerned tone, “Hey, Shirabu-san! What’s up?”

“Hello, (Surname)-san. Sorry for calling you so late. My shift just ended and I came across some information you might be interested in.” His words catch you by surprise and you force your body to sit up. “I just spoke to a colleague of mine and they informed me that there’s a program you might be interested in. They’re accepting new applicants at her university.”

“What?! That’s great! Could you tell me more about it?” It’s difficult to keep your voice down with all your anticipation.

Shirabu relays all of the information that his colleague had told him and you quickly shuffle over to your desk and turn on your mini lamp to write down both the website and email needed for the application. He stays silent as you finish writing down everything. You’re about to thank your friend, but he speaks up once again. “Oh, but I think it would be good to mention that the application is due in two days.”

You let out a panicked gasp. Two days?!

“Sorry about letting you know so late. I only found out about this today.” Shirabu’s tone is uncharacteristically apologetic, so you know he’s being genuine about his words. “I wouldn’t have told you about it, if I didn’t think you were capable of finishing it on time.”

After taking a deep breath, your face breaks out into a small smile at Shirabu’s blunt display of kindness. “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. I really do appreciate you even letting me know about this at all. Thanks, Shirabu-san.”

Your ears pick up a car door slam, so you assume Shirabu must have gotten in his car to go home. After some shuffling, Shirabu responds back to your gratitude. “No problem. I’m going to assume that you’ll probably want to get started on your application as soon as possible, so I’ll hang up now. Good luck with everything and let me know if you have any other questions.”

Once you’ve both said your goodbyes, the line goes silent. A spark lights in your eyes and all of your previous drowsiness has disappeared. You turn on your laptop and spend the majority of your night working on the application with motivation that you haven’t had in a while.

A/N: it took everything in my soul to not write ‘Inumaki’ instead of Inunaki. Inumaki supremacy (i love me my onigiri boys).

did i write the scene with the baby twins just for the whole scandalous back room exchange. yes. yes i did.

if the bubble blowing bathroom scene reminded you of that one scene in the spongebob movie, you’re on the VIP list

taglist: @kiyoo-omi, @tris-does-stuff, @livshotel, @bokuatsubro, @akkeyomi, @kaleidoscopekai @hirugachan

Symbol of Peace (All Might x Reader)

“My love.” He stares at your face fondly while caressing your cheek with his fragile, bony fingers. You lift your own hands to cup his hollow cheeks and stare deeply into his sunken eyes. There’s a soft moment of silence between you two before Small Might whispers into your ear, “I may be the number one hero in the eyes of an entire nation, perhaps even the world. However, you are my one and only Symbol of Peace.”

A/N: alright this is for you small might simps out there. I wrote this for @jinpanman after she revealed her love for this man. it's kind of a joke kind of not hehe (ALSO THANKS FOR MAKING THE BANNER)

all might simp taglist: @jinpanman @jinpanman @jinpanman @jinpanman @jinpanman

Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 9

Title: the lighthouse in the midst of a storm

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 3.9k

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

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: hi. new update and this one is a bit dialogue heavy. for good reason! just osamu this time, folks! this one's a lot less chaotic and a lot more floof. it's a bit of a break from all the things that have been going on the last few chapters

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Echoes of rain fill the almost empty restaurant as you stand in front of the register bored out of your mind. It’s been raining all morning causing there to be significantly less customers than usual. You can’t really complain since you’re still getting paid to do nothing, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t starting to get antsy.

Despite the change in weather, today is still a regular work day, but you can’t shake the weird feeling that something was going to happen.

Your discomfort must have been obvious because Osamu slides over to the spot next to you and leans forward to get your attention. “What’s on your mind? Not that I’m judging you or anything, but you got a bit of a constipated look going on right now.”

“I don’t know. Something just feels...off about today.” You place a hand on your cheek in contemplation and look up to the ceiling as if it was going to give you answers.

Osamu hums at your reply and straightens his back. “You sure you’re not getting sick or anything? Feeling lightheaded?”

You let out an exasperated huff. Ever since the incident during the MSBY event, Osamu has become more worrisome over your health. “Okay, you need to stop asking me that every single time I tell you I’m tired or distracted. I told you I learned my lesson from last time!”

“I know, I know. You just scared me a bit at the time.” Your boss places a hand on his chest with exaggerated movements. “I don’t think I’m qualified to hide a dead body just yet.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Hide my body? You wouldn’t call an ambulance or something?”

Osamu gives you a teasing smile. “Listen, I appreciate you as a worker, but reporting a dead body in my restaurant would give it some bad rep. I would instantly lose all my customers.”

“Oh, you little shit-”

Just as you were about to jab Osamu’s side, you hear someone clear their throat. Both of your eyes shoot up in surprise and notice a young woman waiting in front of the register.

Without giving you a chance to apologize, the woman holds out her hand to Osamu. “Hello, Miya-san! My name is Sanada Akemi, and I’m a journalist for Kitchen Kuts magazine.”

“Uh...Hello, Sanada-san.” Osamu accepts her hand in greeting.

You’re already kind of irked at how she was obviously making the effort to ignore your presence, but you feel even worse when the journalist grasps onto Osamu’s hand with both of hers in what you consider to be an unnecessarily intimate handshake.

“Wow!” Sanada lets out an exaggerated gasp when she notices the portraits that a certain blonde had put up. “Is that you? I didn’t know you were a volleyball player too!”

“Oh, no. That’s my brother. I don’t play anymore,” Osamu answers.

“That’s still pretty cool! Although, you definitely match the level of attractiveness of these athletes.”

Without saying a word, you aggressively click the button that opens the register and the compartment springs out loudly. The noise was loud enough to startle everyone around you. Osamu and Sanada direct their attention at you.

“Don’t mind me. Just organizing our funds. Please continue your conversation about the magazine.” You hoped that the fake smile you had was convincing enough. One side of Osamu’s lips twitch, but he refrains from revealing the smile that threatens to come out.

Your tense tone went unnoticed by Sanada as she placed her hand in front of her mouth. “Oh, dear! Sorry about that. I tend to get a bit distracted. I was wondering if I could do an interview with you about your thriving restaurant, Miya-san.”

Osamu brings his attention back to the journalist and nods his head. “Sure. Although, I will need to step aside if a customer comes in at any point.”

“That’s fine. Let’s take a seat at one of the tables.”

Once Osamu makes his way around the counter, you feel your left eye twitch as you watch Sanada place a hand on his shoulder and lead him to one of the empty tables. Your boss sits in the seat that’s facing away from you and Sanada takes the one in front of him.

They’re too far away for you to eavesdrop but glance at them a few times out of curiosity only to be caught staring by Sanada. The first time you take a peek you awkwardly stare at one another for a few seconds before you break away in discomfort. The second time you were caught, Sanada furrowed her eyebrows and sported a confused expression at your attention. The last time your eyes met, the journalist quickly avoided your stare and you were the one blinking in confusion this time.

Realizing that you were being a bit rude, you stopped stealing glances and waited patiently for the interview to finish, albeit with a small frown glued to your lips. After a couple more minutes, your ears pick up the screeching of chairs and you muster up the courage to look at the two one more time.

Sanada flips to an empty page in her notebook and begins to scribble something quickly before tearing it out. She motions for Osamu to take it and whispers something into his ear with a bright blush dominating her cheeks. Sanada then bows with a brief thank you and practically runs outside of the shop while haphazardly opening up the umbrella that she had left next to the entrance. You think you might’ve seen her look at you one last time before the door closed but don’t think much of it.

Osamu walks back to his place behind the counter with an unreadable smile. A familiar feeling begins to build up inside of you, but you’re too stubborn to admit how you truly feel out loud. Instead, you decide to take the passive aggressive route and mutter under your breath, “Yeah, of course. You’ll definitely swoon the owner of a restaurant by not buying any of his food. Perfect. Smooth.”

It seems like Osamu was still able to hear your mumbling based on how his expression transformed into a cheeky grin. “The journalist lady gave me her number.”

“Yeah? Okay. That’s great.” No matter how much you wanted to keep an impassive face, there was no stopping the pout from forming on your lips. “She was a pretty woman and you guys looked fine together, I guess. She was a little ditzy and a bit touchy, but I’m sure she’s got something good going for her. As long as you’re happy, I’ll be there to support your wildest endeavors forever and always since I’m your favorite employee and-”

“And she said it was for you.”

Osamu’s words cut your rambling short.

“What?”

The male lets out a chuckle. “She said she was too shy to give it to you herself and asked me to ‘give her number to the lovely girl at the register’.”

All of the pent up frustration rapidly leaves your body as you process what you had just heard. A full minute passes by before one of your hands nervously comes up to your neck similar to how Osamu often gestures. “Oh...um...sorry I guess I got kind of carried away there.”

Your boss pats your shoulder playfully. “No worries. Glad you’re looking out for me, favorite employee!”

“S-shut up!”

After you had politely declined taking Sanada’s number from Osamu, the rest of the afternoon went by fairly uneventfully other than the storm outside getting progressively worse at every hour. As a result, there hasn’t been a single person that has walked through the front door in the last two hours.

“Damn. It doesn’t look like it’ll get any better by the time we close, so I think it’s safe to say that we should close early.” Osamu winces as the violent winds cause the front door to rattle.

You grimace. “Yeah. We’ll probably be stuck here for a while though. If we go out there now, it’ll be hell.”

A flash of lightning startles you and a boom of thunder follows soon after. Suddenly, the overhead lights begin to flicker before completely dying out. Your entire vision is shrouded by darkness. The one time you leave your phone in the back room is the one time you actually need it. “I didn’t think the storm would bring us any more misfortune, but I stand corrected.”

“Hey, now. If you say something like that, you’ll jinx yourself.” Osamu starts patting the counter. “Where the hell did I put my phone?”

You shuffled over to where your boss was to help his search. “Sure, sure. What could possibly-! Shit!”

You’re not sure who the idiot was that left the broom in the middle of nowhere (it was you), but as you're making your way to Osamu’s general direction, your foot gets caught on it. Your eyes haven’t adjusted to the darkness yet, so you just blindly flail your arms in hopes of latching onto something before injuring yourself. Luckily, your workspace is small.

“Oof!”

Without thinking, your arms immediately embrace Osamu’s torso to stop your fall and his own arms wrap around your shoulders. The two of you stumble back a couple steps but don’t topple over. You stay still for a couple moments to calm yourself down, but your hold on Osamu doesn’t loosen.

“Alright. It’s like you’re asking me to learn how to hide a body,” the male teasingly quips.

You can’t keep the humor out of your own voice, “Osamu-san, this isn’t the time to joke around! I literally almost died!”

“Exactly!”

Both of you laugh together at your shared moment. You discreetly notice how the two of you are still wrapped around each other and subtly step out of his hold before things could get awkward. The loss of warmth causes your body to involuntarily shiver. “It’s getting kind of cold here.”

“Did you bring your jacket with you?” Osamu questions.

You shake your head forgetting that he can’t really see you. “No. I was so caught up in taking my umbrella this morning that I completely forgot it.”

“I’ve, uh, got an extra hoodie in the back if you wanna borrow it…?”

“That would be really nice actually. Is it in the back room?”

“Yeah. We can just go there and sit on the couch until the rain subsides a bit too. No point in standing around uncomfortably for a couple hours. I think I left my phone there too.”

Now that your eyes have adjusted to the dark, you see Osamu holding out a hand towards you. You tilt your head in confusion. “Are you asking me to hold your hand?”

“I’m trying to help you get to the back room without getting a concussion in the process,” he replies cheekily.

“Better watch your mouth or you’re gonna be the one getting the concussion.” Even though you let out a dramatic sigh, your hands still grab onto his. Your fingers naturally interlock and you let him carefully pull you to the back room. Your hands fit together rather nicely.

Once the two of you were inside, you let go to find your respective belongings. Now that you have your phones, the flashlights are able to illuminate the room. Osamu hands you his hoodie and you gladly put it on. You won’t admit it to anyone, but Osamu’s hoodie makes you feel much warmer than Kita’s sweater in more ways than one.

For the next couple minutes, you both sit in a comfortable silence while scrolling through your phones lazily. You just started going through your emails when one particular sender caught your eye. When you open up the email and read through its contents, your breath gets caught in your throat.

Osamu notices your stunned state. “Is something wrong?”

There’s a slight pause before you turn your screen to face him. “I got in.”

He slowly stands up from his seat. “You...you what?”

“I got into the graduate school program!” You jump up from your chair and throw your fists into the air in joy.

“Holy shit! That’s amazing! I knew you could do it!” Your boss joins you in your shouts of elation as he mimics your gestures of excitement. “Where is this university anyways?”

Your heart drops. “It’s...it’s on...the other side of Japan.”

The man freezes in place as his expression turns somber. “Oh, then…”

“Yeah…”

The previous cheerful atmosphere switched to a tense silence. You knew you wouldn’t be staying at Onigiri Miya forever, but you didn’t think the option to leave would come so soon. “But, I don’t have to move until March since I start in April, so I’ll still be able to work a bit longer. I wouldn’t just leave you without helping you look for another worker.”

“Oh, I...wasn’t really worried about that.” He rubs at his neck before giving you a small smile. “But, I’m glad. I’m really happy for you.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, you plop back down to your seat. “Well, enough about my academics. We can talk more about what we’re gonna do a bit later. Got any funny childhood stories to pass some more time? We probably have another hour or two to kill.”

“Of course. It’s definitely gonna take more than an hour to tell you everything ‘Tsumu’s done wrong as a child, but we can get started.” Osamu laughs as he also sits back down. “There was this one time, though, when we tried to do the whole twin trick where we pretended to be each other to cheat on exams.”

“Did you get caught?”

“Every time.”

“You’ve done it more than once?”

“Every year.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Not as crazy as ‘Tsumu.”

“That I can agree with.”

“...and then some kid from our elementary school told ‘Tsumu that the next day was ‘Underwear Day’.”

“No.”

“Yes. He showed up to school in just his briefs. I had the flu and stayed home, so ‘Tsumu didn’t realize that he was lied to until he actually got to school. Our dad would not let it go for years and even took this picture of him.”

Osamu brings his phone to your line of vision and your eyes meet a teary-eyed younger Atsumu in his neon green briefs in front of his elementary school. It feels wrong to find it so funny, but you can’t stop the burst of laughter from leaving your mouth. You could just think of it as payback for the whole ‘seeing you shirtless’ incident.

Your eyes catch the time on the corner of the screen and realize that it’s a little bit past closing. “As much as I’d hate to ruin the ‘Embarrassing Atsumu Arc’ of your life, we should probably check to see if we can head out. I haven’t heard any thunder for a while, so the storm might’ve died down.”

Osamu stands up and stretches his body to loosen its stiffness. “Sounds like a plan.”

After gathering your belongings, the two of you walk out of the back room and open the front door slightly. It’s still raining, but the winds have calmed and no lightning in sight.

“I think we’re good to go,” your boss concludes.

You’re about to lock the door when a sudden thought crosses your mind. “The food!!”

“Ah, shit!” Osamu takes his cap off and runs a hand through his hair. “It’s fine. We’ll worry about it later. I needed to restock tomorrow anyways. There’s not much we’re wasting.”

“If you say so.”

As you’re opening up your umbrella, Osamu lifts up his apron and ties it around his head. You raise an eyebrow. “What are you doing? Where’s your umbrella?”

He lets out a deep sigh. “Don’t have one. Or, actually, ‘Tsumu stole it from me a while ago and I forgot to get it back.”

“Oh, then you can just take mine. I live closer, so the walk won’t be too bad.” There was no way you were letting him walk home like that.

Vice versa. “No can do. There’s no way a gentleman like myself would ever let you walk in the rain.”

Thinking back to the journalist from earlier today, you remember how bold she was when interacting with Osamu, albeit with misinterpreted intentions. Was it really that easy? “F-fine. How about you walk me home and take the spare umbrella from my apartment? That’ll make it even, right?”

The male contemplates for a moment before removing the apron from his head and gently taking the umbrella from your hands. He grins at you. “Deal.”

The walk to your apartment was filled with the sounds of rain pattering down on the umbrella and soft pairs of footsteps. The warmth at your side was enough to keep you preoccupied despite the lack of conversation.

You arrive at your apartment complex and before you know it, both of you are standing in front of your door. You turn to face him. “Thanks for walking me home!”

“No problem. Gotta make up for stealing your umbrella for a night.” He pats your head and takes a step away from you before you stop him.

“Wait!”

The man halts his footsteps and you clear your throat. “Could you wait out here for a moment?”

Osamu tilts his head curiously but nods in compliance. You quickly unlock your door and disappear through it for a couple minutes. When you appear once again before him, nothing’s changed about you except for the wrapped box in your arms. Nervously, you hold out the box towards Osamu. “Here, uh...I know it’s kind of late, but I bought you a birthday gift.”

“Really?” Osamu takes the gift hesitantly, but once the box is in his hands, he immediately starts ripping through the wrapping eagerly. Inside was a soft grey scarf made out of wool with a small onigiri embroidered onto the corner of one of the ends. Left speechless, all the male could do at the moment was stare at the gift fondly.

Slightly panicking at his silence, you start rambling. “Winter’s coming soon, and you told me that you don’t own a scarf a couple days ago. I also remembered that you dyed your hair grey in high school, so I thought you liked this color at least a little bit? I would’ve given your gift sooner, but I was a little low on money a-and I wanted to get you one that was nice. Not that you don’t pay me enough! I would never-”

Your words are cut off when strong arms circle around your shoulders for the second time today, but this time, for an intentional hug. You stiffen for a moment before relaxing into the embrace. Osamu presses his cheek to the side of your head. “You’re rambling quite a lot today. Don’t worry. I love it. I really do.”

Without stepping out of each other’s hold, you lean back to face one another. Your noses are inches apart and the tension grows.

“Hey, uh, (Name)-san?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I k-”

Suddenly, the shrill sound of Osamu’s ringtone interrupts the moment. Forcing yourselves to untangle from one another, he frowns at the caller ID before answering. “What do you want, ‘Tsumu.”

It’s difficult to hear exactly what Atsumu was saying since he was slurring his words, but you were able to make out a couple rather concerning things. “...went out drinking...hungry...microwave...burnt…”

Osamu’s hand comes up to pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “Alright. Do not touch anything else. I’ll be home in less than half an hour, and if you do anything stupid, I am disowning you as a brother for real this time.”

The call ends quickly and Osamu puts his attention back on you. “Sorry, I should probably head back now.”

“Y-yeah. Don’t want Atsumu burning down your entire apartment,” you stutter.

Osamu puts the scarf back in the box and protectively tucks it under his arm while his other hand clutches onto your umbrella. “Thanks for the gift. I’ll definitely wear it soon. I’ll return your umbrella at work tomorrow too.”

“I’m glad! I’ll...see you tomorrow.” A small smile adorns your lips and before you can chicken out, you land a soft kiss on his cheek. “Good night, Osamu-san.”

The man’s ears turn bright red at your sudden affection. “R-right. Good night, (Name)-san!”

Knowing that your entire face is completely flushed with how warm it feels, you quickly walk into your apartment. After closing the door, you lean on it and slide down while cupping your flaming cheeks.

You’re not sure whether to pat yourself on the back or change your name and move to another country. Okay, maybe you’re exaggerating, but that doesn’t mean you’re not freaking out like some touch-deprived high schooler.

You rub your face against your sleeves when another thought hits you. You were still wearing Osamu’s hoodie. With everything that happened, you completely forgot that you haven’t returned it yet. There was a part of you that wasn’t ready to give it back though. It was probably one of the most comfortable hoodies you have ever worn and that says a lot since your closet is full of them (or maybe you’re just a little biased).

He won’t miss it for a couple days, right?

Leftovers

It’s been a few days since Atsumu almost burned the apartment down. The blonde is feeling upset, but not about that situation.

Osamu has been walking around the house with his new scarf every single day as if he were mocking Atsumu. Weren’t they twins? They shared the same birthday. You and him were friends, right? Why didn’t he get a gift too? Atsumu’s pout turned into a full blown frown the more he thought about it.

“Hey.”

Atsumu sneaks a quick glance at his brother who’s leaning against his bedroom doorway. Of course he has on that dumb scarf around his neck again. “I’m not in the mood, ‘Samu. And, why are you wearing a scarf indoors?”

Osamu scoffs. “I do what I want.”

“Alright, but what do you want from me? Are you here to brag about your new gift from (Name)-chan?” The blonde pulls his blanket over his body. “If you are, then leave.”

Atsumu can hear footsteps drawing closer to his bed and then something is placed on top of him a bit aggressively. When he pops his head out from under the covers, he sees a small gift bag laying on his side. “Did you get me a gift, ‘Samu?!”

“Hell no. Just take it, scrub.” And with that, Osamu walked out of Atsumu’s room without closing his door.

Curiously, Atsumu peeks inside the bag and takes out the small cardboard box sitting underneath a layer of tissue paper. He gasps when he opens the box and sees a new sports towel with an MSBY symbol in the corner. Underneath the symbol are his initials sewed onto the material.

When he looks back into the bag, there’s a small note at the bottom and he doesn’t hesitate to take it out. There’s a single yellow cosmos flower taped to the piece of paper and his eyes widen when he reads the note.

Sorry for giving your gift so late! There was a delay with my order, so it came in later than expected. I also included a small flower. I’m not as well versed in flower meanings as you are, so I hope your birth flower suffices! Happy belated birthday! -(Name)

Tears fall down Atsumu’s face dramatically as he stares at your gifts. “SERIOUSLY, SHE’S GONNA MAKE ME CRY!”

Hearing his brother’s comical sobbing, Osamu places his headphones on and raises the volume of his music to drown out any external noises.

A/N: probably the most “romantic” chapter I’ve written. Hgnn. almost 40,000 words and they still havent kissed askjdgamfhdfa

Side note: Osamu never remembered your favorite color so he decided to just take one of his black hoodies cause who doesnt like a nice black hoodie to disappear in

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Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 10

Title: the big game

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 4.8k

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

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: i present to you...a new chapter a little earlier than usual because im not good at making productive decisions for my life or getting enough sleep :D

Previous///Next

You’re greeting yet another hungry customer during work, but your surroundings are a bit different from usual. Today, you stand behind the Onigiri Miya food stall at Kamei Arena Sendai. Osamu had planned to set up a stall for the V. League Championships event to promote his restaurant. Even though he won’t admit it, he is also here to support Atsumu.

The different setting isn’t the only thing that was new, however. Today, you had an extra worker helping out with the stall.

“Dai-kun, can you refill the Grilled Mentaiko and Salmon onigiris on the shelf?” You ask a male standing behind you while passing an order to the awaiting hands of a father and his child.

He jokingly salutes at you. “Aye aye, captain!”

Kimura Daisuke is a cousin of yours that is a year younger than you and has recently moved into town to transfer into the local university. He currently has an online tutoring job but has shown interest in working at Onigiri Miya around the time you’ll be leaving. Having your cousin assisting today is sort of like a trial run for your boss to assess. It’s also nice to have an extra pair of hands since the day was surely going to be very busy.

Osamu suddenly bumps your shoulder. “Have I already been replaced as the boss? Kimura-san seems to listen to you more than his potential employer.”

“I don’t know. Maybe you’re just slacking?” A small giggle leaves your mouth and he returns your smile.

It’s been a couple of weeks since that day. After Osamu had walked you home in the rain, he didn’t treat you any differently during work despite the slightly intimate moment you two had shared the night before. You couldn’t bring yourself to mention anything, so you decided to just act like nothing happened. It was honestly a bit of a relief since you don’t think you really have the mental capacity to deal with your feelings while trying to prepare for your new life in graduate school.

Your thoughts are cut short when you hear Osamu let out a noise of recognition. “Oh hey! It’s you, uh...from Karasuno! You were the one with that really nasty jump floater!”

A tall male with freckles scattered across his face responds to Osamu’s exclamation. “Ah. It’s Yamaguchi.”

Your boss snaps his fingers as he remembers something. “Oh yeeeah. This is Sendai. Duh. It’s your home turf.”

“Yeah. But, even if it wasn't being held here in Sendai, there’s no way I’d miss this game.” There’s a certain glint in Yamaguchi’s eyes.

Osamu grins knowingly. “I bet you wouldn’t.”

As the two look up at the Adlers vs. MSBY banner behind the food stalls, you decide to voice the question that had popped up in your mind when Osamu first greeted Yamaguchi. “Hey, you said you went to Karasuno, right? Does that mean you were teammates with Sho-kun? Or, uh, Hinata-kun?”

Yamaguchi is a little flustered when he realizes that you’ve been listening to the whole conversation but nods his head. “We were on the same volleyball team all three years of high school. Are you a friend of his?”

“Yup! I actually met him in Brazil and we’ve been good friends ever since. He’s told me a lot about his former teammates, but I’m just bad with names.”

He points to you in realization. “Oh! So, you’re the friend from Brazil! Hinata’s mentioned you a couple times when we talked over the phone.”

You chatted with Yamaguchi a bit more and even got to meet another girl named Yachi who had also been involved with Karasuno’s volleyball club. Eventually, they both had to leave since the game was starting soon and needed to meet up with a friend.

Once the Adlers vs. MSBY game commenced, there weren’t that many customers, so you were able to watch the majority of the game undisturbed. You were, however, surprised to see Akaashi when he came up to the stall to buy some onigiris. You haven’t seen him since your first day of work, so it was a bit comical to witness him slightly deflating when you mention that you haven’t told anyone about the tax incident.

For the rest of the game, the only sounds you make are ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ as you try your best to follow the fast pace (Although, you did meet a nice guy named Koganegawa who practically jumped like a child when you handed him his food). Even with all of the things you already know about the sport, this volleyball game was just too intense for you to digest everything. Before you knew it, the match was officially over with MSBY scoring the win. You felt proud of Hinata and was thoroughly impressed by all the other athletes you’ve come to know at work.

Osamu and Kimura both cheered in joy at the fantastic game as well. Even though you technically didn’t win anything, you still wanted to take advantage of the positive atmosphere, “Do you guys want to take a picture as a memory for this day?”

Your boss smiles. “Sure. I can take it with my phone. Get in!”

The three of you stand close to each other to get into the frame, with you being the middle. Osamu takes the picture and pulls it up to show you and your cousin how it turned out. Just as Osamu is about to take another photo, Kimura steps aside and you both look at him curiously.

“You guys should take a picture with just the two of you!” Kimura suggests.

You tilt your head in confusion. “What about you?”

“I just think you guys should take a picture together since you’re technically the ‘real’ workers...and some other things.” Your cousin mumbled the last part of his sentence, but you couldn’t ask him what he meant since he had already turned around to speak with someone at a nearby stall.

Both you and Osamu just shrug your shoulders at Kimura's explanation. Osamu puts his phone in a selfie position again and gestures for you to get closer. You comply and muster up the happiest smile you could make. The man beside you also produces a bright grin and snaps the picture. Afterwards, Osamu sends you both pictures and your expression softens.

Now that the game has concluded, there’s an influx of hungry customers that leave your stall busy for about an hour or so. Osamu has allowed Kimura to man the second register and your cousin has been doing fairly well for his first time on the job. After helping an elderly man with his order, the lunch rush seems to have finally died down.

You take off your apron and put it off to the side. “Osamu-san, Dai-kun. I’m gonna go to the bathroom. Will you guys be okay on your own for a bit?”

Kimura nods his head fervently.

Osamu waves his hand at you. “We’ll live.”

You snicker at his response and make your way into the closest restroom, which was actually a lot further than you expected. After taking care of your business, you walk out of the bathroom and see two male strangers loitering in the hallway, both adorning tracksuits of a team you can’t recognize. You attempt to walk past them unnoticeably but fail to do so when they stop conversing and stare at you with lingering eyes.

“Oh, hey there. You’re pretty cute.”

“Yeah. You got a boyfriend?”

The two men slowly walk over to where you’re standing and corner you against the wall from either side. You did not want to deal with this right now. “Doesn’t matter to you. Move out of the way.”

One of them scoffs and a drop of spit lands on your cheek. “What’s the big deal? We just complimented you. Can’t you see that we’re being nice?”

You wipe your face in disgust. “I’m trying to get back to work. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

As you try to push past them, you feel a rough hand grip around your wrist tightly. Another arm threateningly wraps around your waist and your steps are halted. You struggle a bit to escape, but their holds are too constricting. In the back of your mind, you wish Osamu was there.

You grit your teeth. “Let me go.”

The one with the grip on your wrist uses his other hand to grasp your chin and you glare at his face. “Listen, we’re volleyball players. Isn’t it like every girl’s dream to hang out with cool athletes like us? Clearly, being nice isn’t enough, so we’ll just have to use force.”

Having had enough, your instincts tell you to raise your leg and get ready to kick one of them. Just as you’re about to wreak havoc, a new hand grabs onto the wrist of the man in front of you. The vice grip on the man’s wrist causes his hold on you to loosen. The arm on your waist also disappears and you don’t hesitate to pull away.

In your haste, you almost lose your footing but someone catches you and pushes you behind them. Your face is assaulted by a comforting citrus scent and you immediately know who you bumped into. Sure enough, when you look up, a freshly showered Hinata is standing in front of you. He’s staring at the men who were harassing you and you’ve never seen him carry such an angry expression.

When you finally take in your surroundings, another familiar figure comes into view, his blonde hair still wet from washing up after his recent game. The mysterious hand belonged to none other than Miya Atsumu. “Looks like we’ve got some pieces of shit that leaked out of the bathroom.”

Surprisingly, Ushijima was the one who had pulled the other guy away from your waist. “Indeed.”

Both of them glare at the harassers coldly. Starting to feel a bit threatened, the strangers step aside and begin walking down the hall while looking behind them. “Ugh, these guys are just from those big shot teams. We better run before we get banned from playing.”

The men started to pick up their pace but suddenly ran into another tall figure. When they look up, Kageyama is intensely staring them down in silence. The strangers’ faces pale at the sight of the Adler’s setter.

“Dude, that's Kageyama! I think we made him angry!”

“Fuck! S-sorry!”

The two practically sprinted away leaving behind a rather confused Kageyama. He has absolutely no idea why they ran away from him. Despite what had just conspired, you internally laugh at how unaware the male was.

“Are you okay, (Name)-san?” Hinata turns around and faces you. Any traces of anger had completely dissipated from his face. “They didn’t hurt you or anything?”

“I’m okay. I appreciate it, Sho-kun.” You give him a reassuring smile.

“Man, those guys are scum,” Atsumu says with clear irritation in his voice. Even through his irritation, you can still recognize the concern in his own eyes as he focuses his attention on you. “Lucky you had your knights in shining armor?”

“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Atsumu-san.” You raise your eyebrow at his words but wonder if this was his way of comforting you.

The blonde raises his hands in front of him in a defensive stance. “Oh, I know. I’m sure you can deliver a nice blow to the next guy that dares lay a hand on you, sweetheart.”

Ushijima speaks up from his usual quietness to give his own input to the conversation as he remembers a certain incident the first time he visited Onigiri Miya. “She has actually already done so to one of my former teammates.”

Atsumu smirks. “Well, damn.”

You get flustered for being exposed by the stoic spiker. “It was an accident!”

Before you could suffer any longer, the moment is interrupted by loud voices echoing the halls.

“Oh, wow! Are we finally gathering for that arm wrestling competition?” Spiky grey and black hair animatedly sway from side to side as Bokuto sees all of you together.

Behind him, Hoshiumi runs up to the group enthusiastically and starts to jump in place. “Oh, boy! Count me in!”

Kageyama blankly stares at his bird-like teammate. “Ah, Hoshiumi-san.”

With the addition of two more rowdy people into the group, Atsumu looks like he’s about to have a heart attack with the way he clutches his chest. “No, no! We’re doing this again?! What is this ‘let’s overwhelm the reader part 2’?!”

You have absolutely no idea what he was talking about and just shake your head in indifference. It was probably best to just leave him alone in his own strange distress.

Your movement catches Hoshiumi’s attention and the male waves his arm in greeting. “Oh, hey (Surname)-san! Did you watch our game? Did you see my skills?”

You giggle at his excitement. “I did. I was impressed by your jumping ability. You all played really well. ”

Bokuto perks up at your comment. “You have a pretty nice view from Myaa-sam’s stall, so you’ve seen all of my spikes too, right?!”

“Of course, Bokuto-san.” You briefly check your phone and realize that you’ve spent far too long going to the bathroom. “Speaking of ‘Myaa-sam’, I should probably head back to work.”

You quickly waved to all of the volleyball players and they each gave you their own warm goodbyes before walking back to their own locker rooms. However, one person stayed behind.

“I’ll walk you back, (Name)-san!” Hinata offers.

“You don’t have to. It’s not that far of a walk.” You put your hands in front of you.

He shakes his head and sends you a friendly grin, but a hint of concern is laced into his eyes. “Just in case.”

Understanding his worry, you nod and let him stay beside you as you start walking down the hallway. Right as you turn the corner, a figure wearing a face mask leaning against the wall startles you.

Hinata is momentarily shocked as well but relaxes when he realizes that it’s just another one of his teammates. “Omi-san? What are you doing here?”

Sakusa doesn’t answer Hinata and moves away from the wall to make his way towards you with his hands in his pockets. As soon as he’s in front of you, a single word leaves his mouth, “Hand.”

You’re confused but slowly lift up one of your hands anyways.

“No, the other one.” Sakusa looks at your other arm.

You comply and lift up your other hand instead and without warning, the masked man takes his hands out of his pockets and squeezes a generous amount of hand sanitizer on the wrist that was manhandled a couple minutes ago.

You stiffen at the sensation and just watch in bewilderment as Sakusa leaves without uttering another word. “What...just happened?”

Hinata softly smiles at the interaction. “That’s just how Omi-san shows he cares.”

“Me? Why would he care about me?” You ask.

“Hm...that’s something even I’m not too sure about. Omi-san can be pretty hard to read.” He places a finger on his chin in contemplation. You hum in understanding and spread the hand sanitizer around your wrist thoroughly.

Both of you continue walking back to the food stalls when Hinata comes up with an idea. “Since you’re here already, do you want to meet my former teammates from high school? They’re all staying for the whole duration of today’s games, so you can meet them after you finish work!”

“Are you sure?” There’s a small part of you that wants to meet the people who helped shape Hinata’s bright personality. “I wouldn’t want to impose on your reunion.”

“It’s no problem at all! We already kind of met up after the game, and I would love everyone to meet you since we’re also close friends! Kageyama will be there too, so you’ll know at least one other person.”

You give it another moment of thought before answering, “Alright. I’d love to meet them.”

You finally make it back to the Onigiri Miya stall after what felt like hours even though you’ve only been gone for a little while. Osamu nods his head at you first and Kimura vocally welcomes you back.

“Ah, I was wondering what was holding you up.” Your boss turns his attention to Hinata and gives him a pat on the shoulder. “Hey, man. Good game out there.”

“Thanks, Miya-san!” Your orange haired friend gives you a quick hug. “I’ll see you later, (Name)-san!”

“See ya, Sho-kun! I’ll text you when I’m free.”

Once Hinata leaves, it’s just the three of you behind the stall once again. Osamu claps his hand loudly and glances at his two co-workers. “Ready for round 2 of the pre-game lunch rush?”

“Yes, sir!” Both of your voices respond back in unison and you all get to work.

All three of you let out a final huff as you finish packing up all of the supplies and equipment used for the stall. You’ve been working nonstop for a couple hours now, but the day is finally over and everything has been cleaned up.

“You said you were meeting up with those Karasuno folks, right?” Osamu questions. “You can head over to meet them now.”

“But, what about all of this stuff?” You point at all of the boxes and tables you’d just organized.

“Kimura-san and I can take care of it. I rented out a van to move everything, so we’ll just borrow two carts to avoid any second trips,” your boss explains. He walks behind you and gently places his hands on your shoulders. “Don’t worry about us and go do your thing.”

Without much room to argue, you’re pushed away from the stalls. “Okay, okay. I’m going. I’ll see you tomorrow, Osamu-san. See you around, Dai-kun!”

Both men respond back with a shout of their own and part ways. You quickly shoot a text to Hinata telling him that you’re done. Your friend messages back immediately and lets you know where everyone was meeting up.

It wasn’t too difficult to find the Karasuno alumni since their group stood out quite a bit from others. You were able to spot Hinata first because of his apparent orange hair and even Kageyama’s furrowed eyebrows have become common enough for you to recognize. You walk over to where they are and try to position yourself in your friend’s line of vision.

“(Name)-san, you’re here!” Hinata makes eye contact with you and cuts off the conversation he’s having with a tall blonde to greet you. “Our old coach left with our kouhais since it was getting late, but most of my former teammates are here.”

Now, you’ve caught everyone’s attention and feel a bit flustered. “Um...hello. I’m Sho-kun’s friend, (Surname) (Name).”

There’s a brief pause and you wonder if you’ve already done something wrong. Suddenly, a chorus of ‘hellos’ and ‘nice to meet yous’ fill your ears and you’re slightly overwhelmed by the enthusiastic greetings.

A broad shouldered man approached you first with two other people following closely behind. He holds out his hand and you place your own in his for a handshake. The handshake is firm yet comforting. “It’s finally nice to meet you, (Surname)-san! I’m Sawamura Daichi, former captain of the Karasuno Boys’ Volleyball club.”

The grey haired man with a mole under his eye introduced himself next, “Sugawara Koshi! Hinata’s told us a bit about you, so it’s nice to finally be able to put a face to the stories. This guy next to me is Azumane Asahi; he’s a bit of a shy one.”

“S-Suga! I’m not like how I was in high school anymore. Stop teasing me!” Asahi whined to his friend before turning to you once again. “I’m Azumane Asahi.”

The rest of the group took turns introducing themselves and you were delighted to see Yamaguchi for the second time today (Although, you’re not sure why Kageyama introduced himself again since you’ve already met before). You felt more comfortable knowing that you weren’t the only girl in the group, but you’d be lying if you said that Kiyoko didn’t seem a bit intimidating with her beauty. Even Yachi’s cuteness almost blinded you.

You were in the middle of telling Yachi and an uncaring Tsukishima how you’d met Hinata in a foreign country when the man named Tanaka let out a shout to get everyone’s attention, “Guys! Noya-san wants to video chat!”

Most of the guys crowded around Tanaka’s phone and eagerly waited for ‘Noya-san’ to appear on the screen. It wasn’t long before a man with spiky dark hair and a tuft of blonde popped up a little too close to the camera. “Ryu! Everyone! What’cha guys been up to?! I caught a Marlin this morning!”

“Nishinoya! We’re doing great! We’re just meeting up for a bit before we have to leave. Hinata brought his friend too!” Daichi responds.

At the mention of a new friend, Nishinoya’s eyes light up. “Oh! Who are they? Can I meet them?”

Tanaka shifts his phone so that you’re the only one visible on camera. Feeling a bit awkward, you just give a slight wave. “Uh...hello, I’m (Surname) (Name).”

For a minute or two, the male just stares at you with wide eyes. You have no idea what to do, so you just stand still and hope for someone to intervene. Nishinoya is the first to speak and his tone turns serious, “Ryu, take me to Shoyo.”

Tanaka turns the phone to Hinata who is just as confused about the sudden change in demeanor. Once the focus is on the MSBY spiker, Nishinoya holds out his arm in front of him as if he were virtually holding the younger man’s shoulder. “You’ve done well, my young disciple.”

Hinata blinks. “Huh?”

The audio almost cuts off as Nishinoya yells his next few words, “SHE’S GORGEOUS!”

Your cheeks turn bright pink at his exclamation as the rest of the guys laugh at their friend’s antics. You weren't sure whether to feel embarrassed or flattered by the compliment.

Luckily, the excessive attention on you is short-lived as Nishinoya switches to another topic. “Should I send you guys some souvenirs? I saw this strange mask that kind of looked like Ryu from high school, and I think you guys would really like it!”

Tanaka looks amused and begins to smirk when a sudden idea pops into his head. “Noya-san, you should definitely get Daichi-san one of those!”

Daichi begins to panic. “What do you mean, Tanaka? What are those?”

“Ah, yes!” Sugawara mischievously grins. “I think he’ll like one of those!”

At this point, Asahi is nervously sweating.

Hinata looks up at Kageyama, perplexed. “Kageyama, do you know what they’re talking about?”

“No, dumbass.”

“What?! Why’d you have to add ‘dumbass’?!”

“‘Cause that’s what you are.”

A new voice pitches in. “Oh? Is the tyrant back for his new reign?”

“Tsukki!”

You’re standing off to the side with Kiyoko and Yachi, sweatdropping at the chaos enfolding in front of you. “Were...were they always like this?”

“Yeah...they haven’t really changed, huh.” Yachi lets out a lighthearted sigh. Kiyoko laughs softly.

It takes a couple minutes before everyone calms down, and Tanaka eventually ends the call with Nishinoya. It doesn’t even take a second before Sugawara makes a suggestion. “Hey, guys! We don’t know when we can all meet like this again, so let’s take a group picture!”

Tanaka jumps in agreement. “That sounds like a great idea!”

“I can take the picture,” you offer and Sugawara passes you his phone gratefully.

Hinata steps to the spot next to you. “Are you sure you don’t want to be in the picture too?”

There’s no way you’d feel comfortable butting into their picture, so you shake your head. “No, it’s fine. This is your reunion. I promise I’ll take some nice pictures.”

Everyone gets into position and you take multiple photos while making sure to capture all of their comical poses. Once everyone is satisfied, the group relaxes.

Daichi checks his watch and musters a tired sigh. “Alright. I should probably head back to work. I’m up for a night shift today.”

“I have to go too. I have a couple exams that still need to be graded by tomorrow.” Sugawara stretches his arms upwards. “We should definitely eat together next time!”

Everyone seems to agree to call it a day which is your cue to leave as well. “It was nice meeting you all.”

Asahi smiles at you. “Same here! If anything, we’re glad Hinata was able to find a good friend while he was in Brazil. We were all pretty worried about how he would fare in a new country.”

Hinata rubs the back of his head bashfully and you share a knowing look with him. “He helped me out just as much, so I’m glad too.”

After parting with the Karasuno alumni, you stopped by the bathroom before heading out. It seems like the universe has decided that you haven’t had enough chaos today when a shadow looms over you and a chill washes over your body.

You quickly turn around ready to chuck your bag at the mysterious entity but stop yourself when you make eye contact with yet another familiar individual. He’s once again in a professional black suit alongside his usual bedhead. “What the f-! Kuroo-san?”

Said male smirks. “In the flesh. How have you been, register girl?”

“What are you doing here?” Your body relaxes, but your mind is still sharp since you never know what the man is plotting.

“I work for the Japan Volleyball Association. I think it would be natural for me to be at a volleyball game, “ Kuroo explains nonchalantly.

“Could you not sneak around like some horror movie creature?”

“Oho! Already so sassy and we’ve only met once before!”

“You just give off a sassable vibe.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Whatever you want it to be.”

“Are you dating him yet?”

Kuroo’s sudden change in topic catches you completely off guard and almost stumble in place even though you’re not even walking. “...who?”

He lets out a pitiful sigh at your uncertain answer. “Poor guy…”

You’re confused as to why Kuroo’s acting like this, so you just stare at him blankly. He doesn’t seem to want to answer your unasked question and instead brings up another subject. “Well, if you’re still single, you wouldn’t happen to be interested in a guy that streams online and is also a CEO of a company?”

“If you’re trying to set me up with who I think you’re trying to set me up with, then it’s gonna have to be a no,” you quickly reply. Kuroo looks a little disappointed and you feel a bit bad for shutting him down so harshly. “Not that Kod- Kozume-san is a bad guy or anything. I just...don’t think getting in a relationship right now would be a good idea. I’m gonna be super busy and I won’t be here for much longer anyways.”

The lanky man’s expression shifts to one of curiosity. “You going somewhere?”

You suppose you should get used to explaining yourself since you’ve only told a handful of people about your future plans. “I’m going to a graduate school a couple hours away, so I’ll be out of this area in a few months.”

“What are you studying?’

“Sports medicine.”

Kuroo lets out a low whistle. “Never took you as the type to study something sports related, but that’s pretty cool.”

He reaches into the pocket of his blazer and takes out a business card. He offers it to you with a smirk on his face. “Here’s my business card. My number’s on it.”

You raise your eyebrows at his gesture and cautiously take the card. “I still have your number from when you sent me pictures, remember?”

His eyes lighten up at your revelation. “I’m flattered that you never deleted it. Pass this to a friend of yours if you’d like then.”

“Is there a reason you wanted to give me your business card?” You place the card in your bag for safe keeping.

Kuroo’s face softens. “Give me a call after you graduate. I can hook you up with a few connections for a job.”

Your eyes widen at the unexpected kindness. You’ve only met the guy twice, but he’s already offering to do something so helpful. If you didn’t already know the people he surrounded himself with, you would have definitely been more suspicious of him. “That’s...really nice of you. Thanks, Kuroo-san.”

“Anything for my best friend’s number one fan.” He points to the Bouncing Ball keychain dangling from your bag and you feel a bit shy. The man then places a hand to his chest and lifts his other arm to the side. “Plus, I’m always this kind.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

The two of you exchange amused expressions before you finally head out of the building. The night air is refreshing after spending an entire day inside of a crowded gymnasium. Despite the variety of personalities that you’ve met in a span of less than an hour, you’re walking off feeling strangely at ease.

A/N: cockblock atsumu strikes again but for the good of the universe this time :D

In case you’re wondering why i added Kimura (cousin) suddenly, i just made him the little dude working with osamu at the stall in the manga hehe

Also:

2 MORE TIDBITS LEFT

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Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 11

Title: the last hurrah

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 4.3k

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

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: LEZZ GOOOOO. please enjoy the chaos that is this chapter. let me know what you think!

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A small snowflake lands on the tip of your nose as you’re walking to work. The thick coat wrapped around you keeps your body warm, but your exposed cheeks aren’t spared by the cold February air. Luckily, the sun has already been out for a bit, so it’s not too bad. For some reason, Osamu had asked you to come in to work a bit, so it’s not too bad. For some reason, Osamu had asked you to come in to work a bit later than usual, so it was already around noon when you had left your apartment.

Today was your last day as an employee at Onigiri Miya. You’ve finished packing everything into boxes and only had out your basic necessities. All that was left was to finish up work and head to the train station in a couple of days to finally head off towards your new life.

Your phone buzzes from your pocket, and you look to see that your boss had sent you a text. Apparently, he’s going to be late, so you should head in first. You raise you eyebrows when he also mentions that he needs to murder someone today, but a little voice in your mind tells you that the victim is probably just Atsumu.

An amused smile forms on your lips as you approach the doors to the restaurant. However, strange noises from the other side of the door cause you to freeze in place. As you listen carefully, there’s more shuffling, and you can make out a few hushed voices.

“Hey! Watch where you’re throwing that!”

“Shh! Don’t be so loud or someone might hear us!”

Your heart speeds up at the idea that someone might have broken in. When you look closely, you notice that the door is also unlocked even though you’re pretty sure your boss is not inside. With your phone in your left hand ready to call the police, you swiftly slide the door open and put on your most intimidating glare. The sight before you was not what you expected. You definitely caught people red-handed but not for the reason you initially believed.

Your eyes are assaulted by colorful balloons and flower petals littering the floor. There is an uncanny amount of streamers strewn across the entire shop and you’re mildly concerned about the potential fire hazard. Scattered across the room are the four MSBY volleyball players that you’ve become very comfortable with in the last year.

Atsumu is standing in front of the counter tangled in a large ribbon and is clearly struggling to get out of the mess. Hinata is sitting atop Bokuto’s shoulders while attempting to hang up a large, poorly designed banner that says ‘Happy One Year Anniversary!’. It’s clearly not meant for whatever occasion this was because the words are surrounded by red hearts and a cupid’s bow. Sakusa is crouched in a corner with his usual mask and frown combo, staying away from the clutter.

The glare is wiped off of your face as you slowly close the door behind you, and your expression is instead replaced with bewilderment. “What the hell are you guys doing?”

All of them stare at you with wide eyes once they realize who had barged into the shop. Atsumu and Hinata are the first to move. They both quickly set off confetti poppers that were hidden in their pockets.

“SURPRISE!!”

Bokuto flinches at the noise and pops his own confetti popper hastily. His sporadic movements cause Hinata to dangerously lean backwards from the older male’s shoulders and there’s a moment of panic in both of their eyes. You thank the universe for giving Bokuto such great reflexes as you watch him swiftly grab onto Hinata’s legs in a tight grip. The two sway back and forth a couple of times before stabilizing their balance. Bokuto then lets the younger man down safely from his shoulders.

You let out a sigh of relief, but it feels like ten years have been shaved off your life. You’re barely able to comprehend the amount of decorations displayed in front of you. “What is all this?”

After finally giving up on detangling himself, Atsumu just leans on the counter. “It’s a surprise for you. We wanted to make your last day of work exciting.”

“Oh, uh, you didn’t have to do that for me,” you reply.

“But, we wanted to. You deserve it for working so hard for a year!” Hinata answers enthusiastically while Bokuto grabs a can of Silly String and starts to spray randomly into the air.

You cringe at the added mess. “Thanks, guys. Although, we’re going to need to clean up all this stuff since we have to open soon.”

Atsumu raises an eyebrow. “‘Samu didn’t tell you? He-”

Just as you did a couple of minutes ago, someone suddenly bursts through the front door. You don’t know if you should be surprised to see an angry Osamu sending a death glare at his brother the moment he walks in. He’s wearing the scarf you had given him and there’s a light layer of snow on top of his hair.

You take a couple steps to the side as Osamu points at Atsumu accusingly. “‘Tsumu, what the fuck is wrong with you!?”

The blonde shrugs his shoulders without a care in the world which only fuels Osamu’s rage. You step into your boss’ line of vision to get his attention. “What happened?”

“This idiot is the reason why I’m late.” Osamu lets out a huff of air in frustration and crosses his arms. “‘Tsumu hid my phone and turned off my alarms, so I woke up late. He made me look for it like some sort of kid’s scavenger hunt with sticky notes across the apartment. Not to mention he also stole my keys and my wallet. The bastard should be grateful that it’s not summer or I would’ve melted my ass off while running all the way here.”

Before you could say anything, Atsumu chimes in. “Listen, you wouldn’t have let me decorate the place like this otherwise! You would’ve been nagging the whole time about how ‘your precious restaurant shouldn’t be tainted’.”

“So, you thought it would be perfect to make my morning a living nightmare?” Osamu narrows his eyes.

The blonde twin smirks. “Why not?”

With a defeated sigh, Osamu realizes that there’s nothing he can do to fix his brother’s devilish nature. “You’re lucky I decided to close up the shop today.”

You’re shocked by Osamu’s words since this was news to you. “What do you mean? Wasn’t today supposed to be a regular half day?”

“Oh, right.” Osamu rubs the back of his neck. “I wanted to spend your last day with us as a chill day without any work, so I closed the shop without telling you as a surprise. I even told these guys that they could help out, but it seems like they went a bit overboard.”

You tilt your head. “Is this technically my last day of work if I’m not working?”

“I don’t know. I don’t make the rules.”

‘You’re still my boss for another couple hours, Osamu-san.”

“Think of it as a paid vacation.”

“You’re paying me for this?”

“Only if you’re enjoying it.”

Atsumu abruptly clears his throat and starts wiggling a hand that’s almost completely obscured by the ribbon. “Alright, alright. Save the flirting for later. We got other plans for the day. Can someone get me out of this?”

“I’ll help you, Tsum-Tsum!” Bokuto rushes to his teammate eagerly. Without thinking, he grabs one end of the long ribbon and pulls aggressively.

Atsumu yells as he begins to spin rapidly. He has no control of his movements and ends up jostling a couple chairs to the ground while trying to stop himself. Bokuto almost trips on one of them, so he jumps onto the counter out of instinct but not without knocking some things down himself. The spiker manages to accidentally push a pile of plates and a few condiments off. The plates shatter on impact while the condiments ungracefully bounce on the floor.

To make matters worse, the banner falls off the wall and lands right on top of Hinata. He panics at his loss of vision and starts walking around while trying to remove the banner from his head. Hinata steps on a couple of the condiment bottles causing the sauces to splatter onto multiple surfaces.

You and Osamu just watch everything unfold in horror. So much has happened in the last couple seconds leaving the two of you speechless. You almost feel bad for quitting your job and leaving Osamu to deal with these chaotic guys.

Pop!

A sudden popping noise takes you out of your stupor and a few pieces of colorful tissue paper flutter onto your head. When you turn around, Sakusa has his arms stretched out with a confetti popper in one hand. It was as if he was adding the final touch to the chaos.

Silence rings in the air once everyone has stopped moving. The room is in an even bigger disaster than before and the MSBY players have guilty expressions on their faces.

“Sorry, Myaa-sam.” Bokuto’s hair droops down to reflect his sadness. Hinata voices his own apology shortly after, and even Sakusa lets out a quiet ‘sorry’.

“I, uh, didn’t mean to trash the place, ‘Samu.” Atsumu looks down to the ground, avoiding his brother’s eyes. It’s not very often that the blonde uses a genuinely apologetic tone. “Sorry.”

You glance up at Osamu to gauge his reaction, but he doesn’t look as upset as you expected.

“You know what? It’s fine.” Osamu lets out a tired sigh and rubs his eyes. “This is my fault. I should’ve eaten Atsumu in the womb or something.”

“Pfft-!” A small laugh leaves your mouth before you place a hand over it. The tension is released at your boss’ comment, and everyone’s shoulders relax.

“Everyone’s gotta help clean up the place though. This is gonna take at least an hour.” Osamu starts walking to the back room to grab some cleaning supplies and gestures for you to follow him. He turns to look at you while you’re walking together. “Sorry. I know you weren’t supposed to work today but plans seemed to have changed.”

This time, you allow yourself to laugh out loud. “It’s all good. I’m glad to at least be able to help out in some way before I leave.”

After gathering everything you need, everyone is assigned a cleaning task. The streamers are taken down and the floors are scrubbed until every trace of sauce is gone. Although a bit hesitant, Atsumu discards the awful banner into the trash (“It was on sale!”/”You’re literally a pro athlete, you scrub.”). Once everything is placed back into their rightful spots, the room looks normal once again.

“We did it!” Bokuto yells excitedly. Hinata gives his friend a high-five and everyone else sits down to rest.

You take a sip of water and face Atsumu. “Atsumu-san, you said you guys had other plans for today?”

“Yeah! I brought my laptop, so we hooked it up to the TV to watch some stuff together. We have a lot of things we can choose from like movies and a few volleyball matches,” Atsumu explains as he points at the computer that’s already wired up. “We also bought some snacks from the convenience store but not too much since we ordered food for dinner later.”

You nod in understanding and secretly cheer at the relaxing activity. You were really not up for moving around, especially after basically deep cleaning the entire shop for an hour. The rest of the guys look just as relieved and start to make themselves comfortable in front of the mounted TV. For snacks, there’s tortilla chips and some dip placed on one of the tables in the middle.

The first thing you all watch is an animated action film that Hinata recommended. The movie was enjoyable for the most part, but a certain heartbreaking scene between a father and his daughter brought upon the waterworks. Bokuto and Hinata have no problem with openly crying, while Atsumu pretends like he isn’t affected even though you definitely see him wipe at his face a couple times (He eventually gives in and sobs into a handful of napkins). You did tear up at one point, but watching the other three being more dramatic than the actual movie almost made you laugh. Osamu and Sakusa remained quiet, but you did notice Sakusa adjusting his mask suspiciously when he thought no one was looking.

You all watch one more movie before switching over to recorded volleyball games. It was endearing to watch all of the guys get so passionate about different aspects of the matches, and their energy was seeping into your own excitement. You found it funny that they just had to watch volleyball matches for your little party. They really live and breathe the sport.

You were in the middle of watching an Argentina v. Brazil game when Atsumu’s phone started ringing. He stepped to the side for a bit to answer and Hinata began to gush over a friend of his on the Argentinian team. When Atsumu returns to the group, he has a disappointed look on his face. You pause the video and everyone looks at him curiously.

“We have a problem,” Atsumu begins. “The place I ordered food from says they won’t be able to make it here because it’s snowing too much, so it’s pretty much cancelled.”

Osamu lets out a frustrated sigh. “I told you not to order from a restaurant that’s an hour and a half away.”

“But, the food there is really good! I wanted (Name)-chan to try it!” Atsumu whines.

Bokuto pats his teammate on the back reassuringly. “That’s okay! It probably would’ve been a bit boring to just order food anyways! We can always go out another time!”

Atsumu deflates at his ruined plans. “Aw, man. They had our alcohol too…”

Osamu sneers. “Good, ‘cause we are not having a repeat of last time.”

Hinata places his hand on his chin in thought. “What are we going to do about dinner then? It’s too late to make a reservation at a nice restaurant, and we might have to wait in line for other places at this hour.”

Bokuto suddenly claps his hands loudly and it makes you jump slightly. “Why don’t we just make dinner for (Surname)-chan here?! A whole three course meal made by us right in this kitchen! If Myaa-sam lets us, of course.”

“Sorry, the only two people I’d ever let into the kitchen are (Name)-san and Hinata,” Osamu immediately counters.

Bokuto saunters over to your boss and begins to whisper into his ear. Osamu listens to him for a couple seconds and when Bokuto pulls back, the volleyball player gives him the saddest puppy-dog eyes you’ve ever seen. Your boss lets out a deep sigh and reluctantly nods his head. “Alright, fine.”

You’re surprised at Osamu’s words and watch as Bokuto wrangles in his teammates to tell them about his plan. To be honest, you would’ve also given into Bokuto’s pleading expression.

“(Surname)-san! Stay where you are and um...finish watching the volleyball match, while we get everything ready!” Bokuto slides your chair to face away from the kitchen. You just nod your head in compliance since there wasn’t really much you could do anyways.

For the next couple of minutes, you can hear multiple bodies shuffling around and food sizzling in the kitchen. Osamu reprimands some of the guys a few times, but you trust him enough to have everything under control. You become so engrossed in the volleyball match on TV that you don’t notice how much quieter the room has become until someone taps your shoulder.

When you turn around, you see a single table isolated on one side of the room with a set of utensils laying on top of it. Atsumu gently takes one of your hands and leads you to the table like a waiter. “We’ve got a super fancy three course meal for you, sweetheart.”

As soon as you sit down, Sakusa appears to your left with a plate in his hands. “Appetizer.”

When the plate is placed on the table, you have to hold in the laughter bubbling up in your throat. There’s a small pile of tortilla chips from your leftover snacks underneath a thin layer of melted cheese. You weren’t sure what you were expecting when they told you to look forward to your ‘fine dining’ experience, but you’re amused.

Just as you’re about to start eating, Bokuto jumps in front of you on one leg. “I wasn't allowed in the kitchen, so I’ll be the free entertainment with your meal!”

He turns on some ambient music from the laptop and begins to dance in front of you. His movements don’t match the music at all, but you can definitely say that you are entertained as you eat your homemade nachos. The rest of the guys were behind the counter, and you are a bit concerned when you notice that you’re the only one eating. “Aren’t you guys going to eat too?”

Osamu waves his arm in dismissal. “This is for you. I’m making some onigiris for everyone else while they do their thing, so don’t worry about us.”

You nod and finish up the last chip before passing the empty plate to Sakusa. He walks away and someone else takes his place. Hinata is holding another plate with both hands when he stands next to you. There’s steam coming off of the food and your mouth starts to water at the delicious aroma.

“I tried my best to make something with whatever ingredients were available, so I hope it’s good.” Hinata puts the plate down on the table and you’re pleasantly surprised by the visual. There was a cooked fish next to a mound of white rice and three seasoned meatballs. It was still far from a fancy meal, but it’s a lot nicer than any meal you would’ve cooked for yourself on a day off.

“Wow, this is really good!” Your eyes light up when you take your first bite. Hinata blushes at the compliment and mumbles a ‘thank you’.

Bokuto has now transitioned to doing some flips and cartwheels across the room. You’re not sure how he’s been able to move around so much without knocking over anything, but you’re not complaining as long as there’s nothing to clean up after.

You finish the meal Hinata had made you in no time feeling much fuller than before. Your friend takes the plate back to the kitchen and Atsumu returns with the final portion of your improvised three course meal. Your eyes light up at the piece of strawberry cream cake being put down in front of you. “Did you make this?”

Atsumu makes an exaggerated ‘x’ with his arms. “Hell no. I bought this from a bakery a couple blocks down and kept it in the fridge. There’s also a piece of chocolate on the plate that I normally keep in my bag for when I get hungry during practice. Don’t worry, it’s a new one.”

The cake has just the right amount of sweetness, and you can’t help but smile at the flavor. “Well, at least you have good taste.”

Once the cake (and the chocolate) completely disappears from your plate, you lean back in your chair full and satisfied. Bokuto does a couple more spins before striking a final pose and everyone claps in amusement.

“Alright, the food’s ready for everyone else!” Osamu announces. The rest of the guys bring chairs over to your table and sit down with a few onigiris in their hands. Osamu takes the spot next to you with his own food but doesn’t start eating immediately. Instead, he hands you a card. “This is for you.“

Curiously, you take the card and your eyes widen as you open it. The card is completely filled with writing from top to bottom, but what surprises you the most is the amount of different messages, each with their own unique handwriting. “What is this?”

“I got a couple people to sign you a card through my contacts. I wrote down the messages from people that I wasn’t able to meet in person too,” Osamu explains. ‘A couple’ was an understatement. There were a lot of names that you’ve come across during work and some of them even wrote their phone numbers asking to keep in touch.

You held the card to your chest gratefully. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”

The next hour is spent eating and conversing with one another peacefully. You almost didn’t want the day to end. However, it was getting late and the guys needed to head back to their dorms for an early practice game the next day. Bokuto called a taxi and you all headed outside to wait.

It didn’t take long for the taxi to arrive which meant that this would be the last time you’ll be seeing the volleyball players before you move, at least for a while. The mood turns a bit somber, but everyone is still able to keep a genuine smile on their face.

Bokuto is the first person to say goodbye. “Have fun in school! Bring us back a souvenir!”

You giggle at his silliness. “Bokuto-san, I’m not moving to a whole different country, but I hope you have fun playing volleyball too.”

You give him a double high-five and he enters into the back of the taxi to give the driver directions.

Surprisingly, Sakusa walks up to you next. “Good luck. Try not to associate with anyone like Miya.”

Atsumu scoffs. “Hey!”

Another laugh leaves your lips. “I’ll keep that in mind, Sakusa-san.”

“This is bullying!”

The both of you completely ignore Atsumu’s protests as you share a friendly fist bump. Sakusa then slips into the passenger seat of the taxi while getting an earful of his teammate’s outcry.

You hear footsteps approaching and turn your head to see Hinata with his arms outstretched. Without hesitation, you wrap your arms around his torso and he engulfs you in a warm bear hug.

“We’ll keep in touch, (Name)-san!” Hinata’s words are a bit muddled because his cheek is pressed against your head. “Let me know if you ever need anything. We’ll miss you!”

“I’ll miss you too, Sho-kun. We’ll definitely keep in touch.”

Your friend gives you one last squeeze before letting go and joining his teammates that were already in the car.

Atsumu seems to have calmed down since he’s walking back over to where you’re standing. “Saving the best for last, sweetheart?”

“Technically, your brother is the last person I’m saying bye to,” you mention cheekily.

Atsumu lets out a dramatic sigh. “Why can’t anyone just let me win?”

“Well, you are one of the top setters and one of the top servers in all of Japan. I would say you’re already a winner.” You then gesture at the male’s face. “I suppose you’ve also got a pretty nice looking face.”

“You’re just saying that to compliment ‘Samu…” He blushes at your compliment, but you can tell he’s still happy from the way his feet shuffle back and forth mirthfully.

You lean over to give Atsumu an amiable side hug and he immediately accepts it. “I’ll let you know if I’m ever down for whatever reason, so maybe we can drop a few eggs in Osamu's restaurant or something.”

Atsumu smirks at the memory of the first time you ever met. “That’s a promise.”

Once he finally steps into the taxi, it doesn’t take long for the vehicle to drive away out of sight. The night air has gotten much quieter now that the rowdier part of the group has left. Right now, it’s just you and Osamu left on the sidewalk in front of Onigiri Miya. You look up at the shop thoughtfully and smile.

“How are you feeling?” Osamu asks.

“Honestly, not too bad.” You turn to face the man who is no longer your boss now that it’s technically past work hours. It’s only been a year since you’ve met Osamu, but it’s hard to believe that you won’t be seeing him almost every single day for work. “I don’t know when I’ll have time to visit town or...um… to see you.”

Osamu looks at you for a moment in thought before giving you a soft smile. He suddenly leans forward and places a chaste kiss on your cheek. “No worries. I’ll be here. I don’t mind waiting for you.”

Your heart jumps and your chest is filled with warmth.

Osamu begins to walk towards the direction of your apartment while clutching the scarf around his neck with one of his hands. “I’ll walk you home?”

You catch up to him and match your pace with his while your arms brush against each other. “You know the way.”

The two of you walk further away from Onigiri Miya feeling lighthearted. You expected to feel much more wistful after leaving, but you felt surprisingly okay. There was always some anxiety over the idea of starting over in a new place. There was even a moment when you felt like you didn’t want to leave because you were scared to lose any of the people you’ve grown close to. However, based on the entirety of today and even the card Osamu had given you, there seems to be quite a few people that cherish you just as much as you cherish them.

Just a year ago, you felt unsure about your future, but here you are now. There are still some things that are up in the air, but you’ve come to understand that not every uncertainty needs to be fulfilled to an expectation. Sometimes it just takes a bit of patience and a good idea to take a step forward in life.

Perhaps working at Onigiri Miya was just a really good idea.

A/N: and there we go. Last day of work! I highly doubt any of these volleyball junkies would know how to properly plan a goodbye party and you cant change my mind lmao

there’s only one chapter left! it’ll sort of be like an epilogue so it wont be too long but i hope you look forward to it! hint for people that read this note: there’s gonna be a small timeskip :)

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OKAY BUT HEAR ME OUT. IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT TO SHARE SOME OF MINE.

bokuto uses bar soap for everything. hand soap, shampoo, body wash, conditioner = bar soap. it probably makes his skin hella dry oof. he also uses kids' toothpaste and the fukurodani team always judges him during training camps. bokuto thinks it tastes better than minty toothpaste

kuroo uses 5-in-1 shampoo D:

daichi does not know how to properly open a bag of chips. he's the dude in class that always spills chips everywhere because he puts too much strength in his arms for no reason but he cannot for the life for him open a jar

ukai wears toe socks while takeda-sensei wears toe shoes. change my mind

asahi doesn't know how to use dry shampoo, so sometimes his hair is just white because he doesn't brush it out and it looks kinda nasty. shimizu had to teach him how to take care of his hair

when tendou showers, he sticks his stray hairs on the wall and makes "hair art" (like swirls or something) his mom always yelled at him to stop as a kid but he liked to be a menace

goshiki can't sleep with the fan on cause he thinks it'll fall on top of him during the night

kindaichi always pushes doors that are supposed to be pulled (vice versa) man doesn't look like he really reads signs tbh

kunimi takes a fist full of candy from the free candy bowls at restaurants with a straight face. sometimes he likes to look directly at the person at the front desk while he does so out of spite

koganegawa doesn't know the national anthem so he mumbles it every time it plays and hopes no one can hear him

iwaizumi has to do the L-technique with his hands on the wheel when he's driving because sometimes he forgets his left from his right in the moment

terushima doesn't know how to recycle

c’mon, can we bring into circulation the embarrassing and weird headcanons of the hq guys...? like they’re a bunch of dumb boys and I just KNOW there’s a treasure trove of material out there to share… for example:

hanamaki absolutely cannot dougie. for the life of him. he's watched the music video a million times and practices the dance in front of his bathroom mirror every night, but he has 0 control over his body when it's time to hit the dance floor and does this weird pathetic wiggle that has the girls around him dying of laughter

aran has a satchel he wears occasionally when going out and the twins call it his “man purse” loud enough so that other people on the street can hear them

osamu sprayed his mom’s perfume into his mouth when he was a kid to see if it tasted as good as it smelled (it didn't)

bokuto will put two volleyballs under his shirt when it’s break time to annoy konoha and call them his “volley-boobs”

kuroo accidentally called his homeroom teacher "mom" once when asking for help on a homework question and now goes red in the face whenever he has to talk to her

tendou used to have "ninja" as his dream job when he was in elementary school and well into middle school because of his obsession with naruto (and he still says dattebayo sometimes too...)

matsukawa will occasionally say "ruh-roh" like scooby under his breath when taking exams

futakuchi didn't know you had to wash your bath towels on a weekly basis because he thought that him being fresh out of the bath equated to both him and his drying towel being clean

ushijima didn't correctly connect his airpods to his phone for the first week he got them, so whenever he went on a run he would blast the music from his phone speaker while thinking his airpods were kind of weak on the sound...

terushima once put mentos into his mouth and drank a bottle of coke because he thought the coke would shoot out of his mouth like a fire hose, but instead he choked on the mentos and nearly died

hinata used to think that kony would kidnap him in the middle of the night in 2012 even though he lived in japan

oikawa once tried to rev his engine when waiting at an intersection to impress a cute girl who stopped next to him, but he forgot to shift his car into park and accidentally rear-ended the car in front of him

Onigiri Miya Tidbits Last Chapter

Title: the cherry on top

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 2.2k

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

disclaimer: manga spoilers

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

Previous///Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s your question?”

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

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

“Got it! Thanks, (Surname)-chan!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then, I’ll take that as a yes?”

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

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tidbit:

1. a small piece of tasty food

2. a small piece of pleasing or interesting information

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

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

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

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is it fair?

Title: is it fair?

Genre: angst

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Midoriya didn't think there would come a day when Bakugou Katsuki would apologize to him. The last time he heard Bakugou pour out his heart was during their fight after he got his hero license but not once was an apology uttered. Now, he stands under the rain while facing his childhood friend who had just set aside his pride to mend their friendship. He didn't know how to react.

a.k.a my version of ch 322 if deku didn’t fully accept or comprehend bakugou’s apology the first time

Disclaimer: manga spoilers (inspired by ch 322)

A/N: i think the chapter is perfect the way it is, so if i hear any slander of horikoshi’s hard work and plotline, then i will simply yeet you away

read on ao3

“Izuku...”

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“I’m sorry for everything.”

The rain pours down even harder at Bakugou’s apology as he lowers his head in front of his childhood friend. The rest of Class 1A watches from a couple feet away, all struck with their own individual chaotic emotions. Midoriya stands frozen in place as his brain tries to process the blonde’s words.

“You’re...sorry?”

There’s only about a minute of silence before Midoriya bursts out into humorless laughter. It sounds somewhat maniacal, and he has his arms clutching his stomach dramatically. Bakugou’s head shoots up to look at the boy with shock written over his own face. A few of his classmates even flinch at Midoriya’s sudden reaction.

Class 1A had believed that Bakugou had gotten through to Midoriya when they saw the small spark of light in his eyes. They thought they were able to see a glimpse of the sweet and friendly boy they’ve all become familiar with since the beginning of the school year. They were wrong.

No one dares say anything as Midoriya’s laughter is slowly replaced by heart-wrenching sobs. His tears blend in with the cold rain trailing down his cheeks, and he can barely make out anyone due to his blurred vision. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve mistaken all the blurry figures as the terrified civilians who have been visibly cowering away from him since he started working with the heroes.

“Midoriya-kun…” Iida, who’s been witnessing all of this unfold from behind his dear friend, tries to place a hand on the boy’s hunched shoulder. His efforts are immediately rejected as a tattered glove slaps it away and Iida’s expression saddens.

“Don’t...don’t touch me.” Midoriya takes a step away from the group with dull eyes and a couple people tense up in case he tries to run away again. However, he seems to have overworked his body to the point where his legs could no longer support him. As his knees buckle, Kirishima and Iida rush to catch their friend. Bakugou sprints forward just a bit faster.

As soon as Bakugou’s arms grasp onto Midoriya’s disheveled costume, the shorter boy aggressively shoves the blonde out of arm's reach. The momentum causes Bakugou to stumble backwards a bit, while Midoriya collapses into a small puddle.

“Get away from me!! Don’t come near me!” Midoriya’s shouts. He props himself up to lean on his arms but makes no effort to stand and instead sighs in defeat. “I-it’s too late for me…”

This time, Uraraka is the one to slowly approach her fallen friend with a grimace, her footsteps cautious. “What do you mean, Deku-kun?”

“I’m becoming what everyone perceives me as. What everyone thinks of when ‘Deku’ appears. The Pro heroes tried to hide it from me, but… there’s no way I couldn’t have heard what the civilians have been saying. T-they...they think I’m...a v-vi-” Midoriya can’t finish his sentence and stares at the ground as if willing it to swallow him whole.

Kirishima clenches his fists. “No way, Midoriya! There’s no way anyone would ever see you as a villain!”

There’s a murmur of agreements from the class. Kaminari nods his head fervently. “Yeah, man! You’re, like, the total opposite! We all know you’re a great hero!”

Bakugou points behind him with his thumb and musters a shaky smirk. “You hear that? Everyone here knows you’re just as much of a hero as the rest of us, so come back to U.A.”

A beat of silence passes by and Class 1A waits in anticipation when Midoriya raises his head to look at them. Everyone casts a worrisome glance when they notice his eerily blank expression.

“...You’re wrong,” Midoriya rasps quietly. “You’ve all been ahead of me all this time.”

Midoriya attempts to pull himself off the ground but settles for resting on his knees when his legs continue to feel too weak. Bakugou could only stare and listen with distress.

“I couldn’t defeat All For One...I couldn’t save Shigaraki…Gran Torino. Aizawa-sensei. All Might. I don’t even know if Lady Nagant is able to breathe on her own!” The volume of Midoriya’s voice increases steadily and his voice cracks with anguish. With wide eyes, a gloved hand reaches to harshly pull at the bloodstained collar of Gran Torino’s cape as if it were choking him. “How many more people will I fail?”

For once, Bakugou can’t bring himself to say anything right away. The pain from his reopened shoulder wound doesn’t even compare to the pain he feels from listening to how broken his friend sounds. Is this how Midoriya felt when Bakugou had cracked under the pressure of his own insecurities months prior?

Midoriya’s hands grip onto his hair as if seeking for something to anchor his emotions. Black Whip trickles out of his hands but flickers out in short spurts from overuse. The boy looks more exhausted than ever before. His matted hair looms over the dark circles under his eyes and dirt frames his cheeks. Midoriya was always known for being a bit shorter than most of the boys his age, but he looked even smaller under his shredded hero costume.

Bakugou crouches down to match Midoriya’s eye level and gently grasps onto the tormented boy’s arms. He slowly pulls Midoriya’s arms away from his green locks without any resistance from the other male. Bakugou doesn’t even bat an eye when Black Whip scratches against his skin and beads of blood form from the small cuts. “You haven’t and you won’t.”

“Even when I have a quirk I…” Midoriya’s voice trails off into soft sniffles. The storm has transformed into a light drizzle, so it can no longer hide the fresh set of tears that stream down Midoriya’s face.

“It’s only ‘cause you’re trying to fucking do everything by yourself. We’re here to step in when you can’t handle it on your own,” Bakugou’s voice is uncharacteristically soft, but he doesn’t care. The two boys look at one another without breaking eye contact. The blonde takes a deep breath before speaking again, “and even if you don’t want to accept my apology, that’s okay. We’re here to save you because saving people is how we win.”

Without warning, Bakugou shifts forward and places a hand on the back of Midoriya’s head, while his other arm circles around the boy’s shoulders to collect him into a protective embrace. The latter practically melts into his friend’s arms as any final bit of strength leaves his body. For someone that used to bawl loudly in public, he cries quietly into Bakugou’s chest. Midoriya feels Bakugou tighten his hold as if a simple gust of wind might take him away again. The last few drops of rain fall to the Earth before the only thing he can feel is his friend’s slow but steady heartbeat.

“Kacchan...”

Was it fair for someone like him to feel so relieved in such a warm embrace?

“Let’s go...Izuku.”

The sky is still grey with looming clouds, but the rain has completely ceased. Midoriya finally relaxes in Bakugou’s arms.

“Okay.”

A/N: bakugou katsuki the man you are :')

Monster House

Genre: angst

Word Count: 700+

Summary: todoroki and y/n get stuck inside of a somewhat haunted house and a fateful decision needs to be made

A/N: I wrote this to practice a bit of my writing! I put a couple characters and ideas onto an online wheel generator and got todoroki, haunted house, and angst and this is the baby ive birthed. enjoy the disappointment :D

What you once thought was a silly haunted house attraction turned out to be a deadly trap by a notorious villain known for his ability to control inanimate objects. In this case, a whole house. You and a couple other pro heroes were sent out to apprehend the villain, but as soon as you stepped foot in the building, everything went wrong.

You don’t know how long you’ve been dodging sharp flying objects and jumping over deep crevices in the floor, but you’re left completely exhausted. The lights had flickered off at some point, so you can only rely on the sliver of moonlight peeking through the boarded windows. You can’t control the panic that’s starting to eat away at your sanity whenever you hear the terrified screams of your allies throughout the house.

Suddenly, a long metal pole wraps around your body trapping your arms against your sides. You’re dragged into another pitch black room and pinned against the floor. You hear a loud slam to your right and your body tenses. The lights flicker on abruptly and you have to close your eyes from the sudden brightness.

“(Y/N)?”

Once your eyes have finally adjusted, your head shoots up in the direction of the voice. Todoroki is standing at the other end of the room with an alarmed expression. He looks to your right and lets out another gasp. “Midoriya?”

Startled, you glance to your side and see Midoriya tied up in a similar fashion as you are. He’s completely unconscious and drops of blood fall from the back of his head. Before you could even speak, a voice booms throughout the house. “Welcome to my beloved home! I’m so glad you’re here to witness the main event!”

Todoroki’s arm starts to burst with flames when you feel the metal bar tighten around you. An involuntary shout of pain leaves your lips which causes Todoroki to falter.

“Now, that won’t do. You wouldn’t want your friends to die that quickly. It would ruin the whole show!” The voice of what you assume to be the villain carries a mischievous tone. “I’ve already had the pleasure of mutilating your other friends, so how about I make this little ordeal a bit more interesting?”

The house begins to creak dangerously. Suddenly, a door to your left cracks in half, creating jagged strips of wood in the middle. The whole house begins to shift up and down in a motion that almost resembles chewing.

Both you and Midoriya are lifted off the ground and are slowly pushed in the direction of the lethal doorway. You struggle to escape, but you can’t even loosen the tight grip. Midoriya hasn’t even stirred, and you’re worried that he might have suffered a bad head injury.

“You’re in luck today, my dear pro hero! I’ve decided to be kind! I’ll let you save one of your friends as a thank you for bringing such wonderful housewarming gifts!” A couple colorful books are thrown into the air dramatically like confetti. “You only have a few seconds to make your decision though. Who’s it gonna be?”

The horrifying groans of the wooden boards grow louder as you're carried closer and closer to your doom. Todoroki looks absolutely mortified at the aspect of sacrificing one of his friends, but he knows there’s no time to waste or he’ll lose both of you. He sprints towards you and reaches out in desperation. Metal bars rattle as they loosen when the villain lets go of his quirk momentarily...but the bindings around your body stay intact.

You watch with wide eyes as Todoroki cradles his friend’s body into his arms protectively while the villain cackles in amusement.

He had chosen Midoriya.

“Sorry, (Y/N).” Todoroki’s eyes hold some guilt, but you can’t sense an ounce of regret. “It was never you.”

A rush of memories rushed through your mind all at once. The first mission you and Todoroki partnered up for when the flowers began to bloom in the spring. The cold soba you shared with him on that one summer afternoon. The pumpkin you painted together to match his hair for the fall festival. The chilly winter nights that were replaced by his warm left hand intertwined with yours. All these memories shattered in a matter of seconds.

The last thing you see is the back of Todoroki’s two toned hair rushing out of a broken window before you’re engulfed by immense pain, darkness, and betrayal.

A/N: might write some more short oneshots to keep practicing my writing! I’m not really sure if y’all wanna read them, so let me know if you want me to post more like these or if you enjoy them :)

he’s a keeper

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x Reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 6.4k

Summary:  5 times your boyfriend gives you the wrong gift (+ the one time he gets it right). Kaminari Denki does everything wrong, but he’s still a keeper.

A/N: surprise! i havent really been active, but to prove that im still alive and writing, here you go! this was honestly a super random idea that i had and felt a bit inspired to write. you could think of it as an early christmas gift? let me know what you think!

read on ao3

You’re standing under the huge sakura tree in the middle of the park near your apartment after class with a surprised expression on your face. Kaminari Denki, the man you’ve had a crush on for almost a year, had just confessed to you.

“So, I know you’re probably going to say no, but一”

“Yes.”

“I promise I’ll do everything I can to一wait what?” Denki’s eyes widen as he stops rambling once he realizes what you just said.

You have to hold in the laugh that is bubbling up in your throat at his bewildered expression. ”Yes. I’ll go out with you.”

“Seriously? You aren’t messing with me or anything right? ‘Cause then that would be totally not cool.” The male is conflicted between feeling hopeful and doubtful. You can’t blame him after witnessing him get countlessly rejected by your peers.

“I’m serious. I’ve liked you for a while too.” You pause for a moment before speaking again. “Do you want me to prove it?”

“How would you一ACK!”

Without giving Denki a chance to finish talking, you grab the front of his shirt and pull him towards you with confidence, forcing him to lean down. Your lips crash into each other, and you stay like that for another second or two before pulling back. Denki looks slightly winded and his eyes are practically bugging out of their sockets in shock. The scarlet hues of the setting sun are no match for the fierce blush overtaking his face. “Oh…”

After letting go of his shirt, you give him a couple more seconds for his brain to process what had just happened. He suddenly turns around and raises both of his fists into the air excitedly. “YES!”

This time, you can’t help but laugh at him openly with endearment.

For the next couple weeks, you and Denki go on fun, spontaneous dates and simply enjoy each other’s presence without any major issues. There were times when you knew he felt a bit insecure about your relationship because of his bad dating history, but he always perked back up after you reassure him with loving words and your infamous surprise kisses.

It wasn’t until one evening when Denki came to visit your apartment that a new problem began to stir. You were sitting on the couch when your boyfriend slid his arms around your waist from beside you and curiously watched you excitedly scroll through a tablet he’s never seen before in your possession. “Did you buy a new tablet?”

“Nope! You know my best friend, Shouto, right? He gave me a new tablet as a surprise gift yesterday.” Your eyes are practically sparkling with joy at the device in your hands and this doesn’t go unnoticed. “Normally, I don’t like when he spends so much money on me, but I’ve been wanting this particular tablet for a long time and Shouto has more money than he knows what to do with.”

Denki grows quiet for a moment in thought. He’s met Shouto a couple times since you started dating, and he’s well aware of your friend’s abundant wealth. A part of him is understanding of Shouto’s nature to spend money on the people he cares about, but another part of him feels uneasy about how strongly you’ve reacted to the random gift. A sudden idea pops into Denki’s head and his arms grow a bit tighter around you, but you’re too distracted to notice.

You’ve always known that your boyfriend’s love language was to give as much physical affection as he could whenever you were together, but your gift from Shouto seemed to have provoked his competitive nature in a different way.

And so it begins.

The first gift

You stretch your arms out as you’re waiting for Denki to arrive. The two of you had excitedly planned out a big date today that included having some fun at the arcade, indulging in a romantic dinner, and finally strolling around the city at night. Everything would’ve made today a perfect day if you hadn’t missed your advising appointment that morning.

Normally, you wouldn’t feel too upset about forgetting something like this, but you’ve spent almost a month trying to book an appointment with this particular advisor. Because of their good reputation, it’s almost impossible to set up an appointment when you actually need them. It just makes you a bit more upset that the only reason you forgot was because you were so thrilled for your date. The reminders on your phone were utterly useless against your excitement in spending time with your boyfriend. Perhaps you should find another way to keep track of your schedule.

“Y/N, you’re early! You weren’t waiting too long, were you?” A rush of blonde hair crashes into you and holds you in a tight, yet affectionate embrace.

You chuckle and return the hug before kissing him on the nose. “No, I just got here too.”

A slight blush forms on Denki’s cheeks and you internally pat yourself on the back. Once he pulls back, you notice that he brought his backpack with him. “Did you just get out of class? You don’t normally have your backpack with you on dates.”

“Oh, uh, I actually brought something for you.” Denki shifts the position of his backpack so that he’s wearing it across his chest. He then opens it and pulls out a small blue notebook with a cute baby penguin on the cover. “I saw this weekly planner on sale at the campus bookstore! I know you like to keep things organized, so I thought you might want it!”

You can’t help but beam at Denki and his thoughtfulness. You think back to your predicament this morning and feel a bit surprised at how your boyfriend knew exactly what you needed. Your arms reach out and take the planner from Denki and begin flipping through it.

“Wow, thanks Denki! I actually really needed-” Your words are caught in your throat when you notice something strange about the notebook in your hands.

Denki tilts his head in confusion when the crease between your eyebrows deepen. “Is something wrong?”

You stop on a page that shows all of the months of the year and finally find what’s been bothering you. “The dates don’t match. This is for 2019, Denki.”

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows shoot up in disbelief as he shuffles closer to see with his own eyes. Sure enough, the year 2019 is printed at the top of the page making this planner completely useless for scheduling.

“Oh…I know why it was so cheap then.” Denki lets out a short laugh but the frown on his face says otherwise. “I guess I already ruined our date with this fuck up…”

“No!!” Your sudden shout startles the blonde as you wave your arms in front of you wildly. You clear your throat and lower your arms when your boyfriend gives you a perplexed frown. “I mean… You can’t ruin a date that hasn’t officially started yet, right? We’ve still got a lot to do and… I can use this planner to take notes or use it as a separate journal! Since the dates are wrong anyways, there’s no time limit to figuring out what I want to do with it, so don’t be sad…?”

Despite your rambling, Denki held onto every word you said. He can’t stop the appreciative smile from forming on his lips. “Well, in that case, let me at least make it up to you by winning you all the prizes you want in the arcade? I’ve been going here since middle school, so I know all the tricks!”

You let out a silent sigh of relief at the upturned mood and your successful avoidance of what you’ve labeled as a ‘Distressed Denki’ crisis. Sometimes, your boyfriend will enter into a brief, yet emotional sad slump after something doesn’t go the way he expects. He’ll sit in front of his laptop with a few boxes of cookies and watch a bunch of gaming videos for hours until he falls asleep. It usually lasts the whole day, but he’s back to his normal cheerful self the next day. Both of you were really looking forward to this date, so it would suck if it got ruined by a simple gift.

A gentle tug on your wrist takes you out of your thoughts. When you look up, you’re faced with the electrifying eyes of the man you’ve fallen for. Denki leans forward to place a soft kiss to the top of your forehead and you’re the one pleasantly surprised this time. “Come on! I want to spend as much time as I can having fun with you today!”

With that, you and Denki practically run into the arcade like children. The planner predicament is completely forgotten because of all the excitement buzzing off of the two of you.

Hopefully, there won’t be anymore bad surprise purchases to ruin your day any time soon.

The second gift

“Achoo!”

You let out a miserable sniffle before blowing your nose into a tissue for the umpteenth time today. Unfortunately, your allergies had flared up this morning as soon as you woke up to get ready for your part time job at the manga store. You were glad that you weren’t feeling like this because of a cold, but the constant runny nose and sneezing was getting quite annoying.

“You sure you don’t want to head out early today? You look and sound like shit.” Shinsou, your coworker, grimaces at the stack of used tissues piling up in the trash can that’s basically been glued to your side since the moment you entered the store.

“It’s fine. I’ve only got a half day today, so I’ll just suck it up.” Your nasally words aren’t very convincing to him, but he just shrugs his shoulders.

The bell above the door rings as someone enters the store and you quickly shove a few empty tissue boxes off the counter. You’re about to greet the newcomer, but the words get caught in your throat when you see a massive bouquet of sunflowers making its way to your direction. The bouquet is so big that the only thing you can make out from the person carrying it are their muscular arms.

The flowers are placed on the counter in front of you and Shinsou. You both look at each other in confusion, but a gruff voice catches the two of you off guard. “Who the fuck is Y/N?”

When you look at the owner of the voice, you’re a bit surprised to see a bulky blonde haired man with a deep scowl sporting a red apron that says ‘BOOM AND BLOOMS’. Underneath what you assume to be the name of the flower shop he works at is a short slogan, ‘Flower power, we devour.’ His name tag is a bit smudged, so you can barely make out the letters to spell ‘Bakugou’.

Not exactly the type of person you’d expect to work as a florist, but you’re not one to judge. He does seem like the type of person to lose his patience quickly though, so you answer hastily, “That would be me.”

“This shit’s from your boyfriend.” Bakugou shoves the flowers in your direction a little too roughly and you end up with a face full of flowers. Your nose starts to twitch dangerously at the new source of pollen, and you only have half a second to think oh no before falling victim to an uncomfortable sneezing fit. Shinsou quickly moves the flowers away from you and hands you a new box of tissues.

Bakugou just stares at you with an incredulous expression before slamming something on the counter and walking back to the front door. He doesn’t get paid enough to deal with this. If you and Shinsou weren’t so busy trying to calm your sinuses down, you would’ve heard the grumpy florist grumbling as he left, “Fucking Dunce Face makin’ me do his chores. He can go eat shit.”

A couple minutes pass before you could finally take in a proper breath without sneezing. Both you and Shinsou tiredly slump into your respective chairs. There’s no way you feel up to working another couple hours until the end of your shift. “Hey, Shinsou? On second thought, I think I’ll just go home.”

Your coworker grunts in acknowledgement. “I’ll let bossman know you left early. Don’t forget your flowers.”

“Thanks.”

After taking a deep breath, you stand up and grab your bag to get ready to leave, but something catches your eye. There’s a small card on the counter that was left behind by Bakugou and you curiously open to read what’s inside.

To. Y/N My friend once told me that sunflowers always face the direction of the sun. I miss you when you’re at work but it makes me feel a bit better knowing that at least these sunflowers are able to look at you cause you’re the beautiful sun to my life! -Denki♡

There’s a warm feeling that suddenly encompasses your heart as soon as you read the last word. Despite having an adverse reaction to the surprise gift from Denki, you can tell he had only the best intentions. Without hesitation, you pull out your phone and send a picture of the bouquet to your boyfriend with a short caption: I miss you too.

Denki sends you a reply almost immediately with a bunch of heart emojis. You don’t even notice the growing smile on your face until Shinsou pokes your cheek teasingly. “You’re so fucked.”

“Shut up, you purple haired troll.”

You flip him off as you exit the store and sneeze one last time before the door closes behind you.

The third gift

A deep sigh leaves your lips as you walk out of your last class along with your other peers. The sun hasn’t even set yet, but you’re already exhausted. It’s been a long day, so you’re excited to go home. When you step outside, you’re surprised to see your boyfriend leaning against a tree nearby holding a strange box with one hand.

You wave at your classmates and quickly make your way over to Denki. “Denki! What are you doing here? I thought you said you had to go pick something up?”

Denki’s face brightens up as you come closer and gives you a quick peck on the lips. “I did! I thought you might be hungry after class, so I got you a snack!”

You let Denki take your hand and lead you to a nearby table before sitting in front of each other. Denki places the box on the table and begins to take out its contents including the utensils. “Surprise! I got you a marble cheesecake from that famous bakery a few blocks down!”

You have to hold yourself back from frowning at the reveal. The one little detail that you might’ve forgotten to tell your boyfriend was that you were lactose intolerant. Sure, there are days when you just like to eat ice cream and pizza without a care in the world, but you just want to go home and sleep. You also have an early shift tomorrow, so spending the night on the toilet is not really on your to do list. You’re about to tell Denki that you’re not feeling hungry, but a certain look in his eyes makes you hesitate.

“Man, the line was soooo long to get this thing! I got there an hour ago but didn’t actually get to order until like 10 minutes ago! I had to run here to make sure I got here on time so I didn’t miss you.” Denki tells you all of this with wild hand gestures, but you can only focus on the dreadful thought that he would feel absolutely crushed if you told him you didn’t want to eat the cheesecake. “I know it was probably dumb to wait in line for that long, but I read some really good reviews about the cheesecake and I wanted you to try it…”

After hearing all of that, there was no way you were going to break his heart. You grab a large slice of the dessert and cut off a sizable piece with your fork. With a determined huff, you practically shove the whole piece past your lips. Despite your initial reluctance, the cheesecake does indeed taste heavenly.

Denki stares at you with wide eyes and stays speechless until you swallow. His face breaks out into a relieved grin. “Wow...you were pretty hungry, huh. Glad you like it though!”

For the next couple minutes, you both have some lighthearted conversations about your days while finishing up your respective slices. You start to feel a slight twinge in your stomach, but opt to ignore it for the time being since you were enjoying your time with Denki. Another minute or two passes and the pain only continues to grow before you know exactly what might happen if you don’t get home soon.

You muster up a strained smile. “I’d hate to leave so soon, but I think I’m gonna head back home. It’s been a long day, so I wanna rest.”

“Oh, sure! Do you want me to take you home?” Denki asks as he starts packing up the rest of the cheesecake.

“No, it’s fine. I brought my car today. Thanks for the snack! I’ll see you tomorrow after work.” You stand up and get ready to walk to your car, but a hand on your wrist stops you.

“Wait! You forgot the cheesecake!” Denki lifts your arm to place the box in your hand.

You grimace. “No, no! It’s okay! You can take it! You spent a lot of time to get it. Share it with your roommate if you want!”

The blonde momentarily gives you a confused look, but it quickly shifts to a bright smile. “Nah, I think you deserve it way more than Sero. You looked like you really liked it, so I want you to have it!”

At this point, the only thing you can think about is getting home. There’s no way you’ll be able to convince him to keep it in the next few minutes, so you hastily take the cheesecake into your arms. You don’t forget to kiss your boyfriend on the cheek before speed-walking away. “Bye, Denki!”

Once you’re out of sight, you run. You could go into one of the school bathrooms, but you’re not a big fan of sitting in a public restroom while literally spilling your guts out. You do not want to relive those high school memories. There are still a couple students loitering around that give you a funny look at your fast pace, but you just don’t care. As soon as you get into your car, you roughly place the cheesecake in the passenger seat and start driving to your apartment. You don’t live too far from campus, but it sure does feel like an eternity before you pull into your parking lot.

With the cheesecake box in one hand and your keys in the other, you rush up the stairs to your floor and practically rip open your door after trying to unlock it three times. You throw your bag on the floor after locking the door behind you and shove the cheesecake onto the kitchen counter. You sprint to the bathroom like a madman and don’t even bother closing the door before sitting yourself down on the toilet.

Not your greatest moment but still better than high school.

After the worst of it, you check your cabinets for medication, but the universe decided that today would be the day you faced the consequences of not restocking. You defeatedly trek back to your living room and flop onto the couch. There’s still some discomfort in your stomach and you know there will be a few more trips to the bathroom for a while before you could go to sleep. You let out a frustrated groan at the thought of going to work the next day. Once he finds out why you’re so exhausted at work, Shinsou was definitely going to give you shit tomorrow. No pun intended.

The dessert box on the counter stares at you mockingly. There’s a part of you that wants to chuck it out your window, but the softer side you can’t seem to forget how much effort Denki put into buying it. You might just secretly give the rest of it to Shinsou or Shouto so it doesn't end up in the trash.

You still remember the smile your boyfriend gave you after you took a bite out of the cheesecake that was just as sweet as the dessert itself.

Was it worth it? Maybe.

The fourth gift

A soft hum leaves your lips as you leisurely stir your pasta sauce in the pot. Your boyfriend should be arriving any minute now, so you start setting the table to get ready for dinner. After listening to Denki tell you about his rough week in his classes, you decided to treat him with a homemade dinner at your apartment instead of going out for your date this week and he was more than happy to try your cooking.

Just as you finish straining the noodles, there’s a loud knock on your door. After wiping your hands on a towel, you make your way to the front door and open it to see Denki standing there with a bright grin on his face.

“Hey, beautiful!”

Your boyfriend greets you lovingly with a small kiss just as he usually does, but your eyes get caught on a large bag hanging from his fingers. You eye it curiously as Denki walks inside and closes the door. “What’s that?”

“Oh, it’s just a small thing that I picked up for you on my way back home from class yesterday! I’ll let you open it after we eat.”

You’re about to ask him more about it, but Denki’s stomach growls in hunger as a distraction. Both of you laugh, and he sits down at the table as you serve the food. A light blush paints your cheeks when he animatedly compliments your cooking and eagerly devours everything in a couple minutes before asking for another plate.

Once you finish eating, Denki offers to do the dishes while you set everything up to watch a movie together. You’ve decided on an action film, and placed two mugs of juice on the coffee table. After a few minutes, you both settle down on the couch and Denki sets the large mystery bag on his lap. “Since we’re gonna be chillin’ on the couch for our date, I thought I’d bring this!”

He giddily claps his hands together before pulling out…a green blanket?

“I noticed that you don’t have a lot of green in your apartment, so I’ve decided to change that!”

The gesture is sweet. There’s nothing wrong with the gift… except for the fact that you fucking hate the color green. You didn’t always have such a strong resentment for the color. In fact, it used to be one of your favorites. That was all before you came to associate the color green with your ex.

It’s already been over a year since you broke up with your ex-boyfriend, but the way he wrongfully treated you still lingers in your mind today. He was never physically abusive, but his manipulative words shattered your heart on multiple occasions and all of it was said while he wore his favorite green hoodie in his apartment that was decked with green furniture. He wore that stupid article of clothing so often that you can’t even remember the last time he washed it. It doesn’t help that the blanket has a similar texture.

“Thanks.”

In his excitement to start your movie night, Denki doesn’t notice the slight tremble in your voice or the stiffness of your limbs when he drapes the blanket over the two of you. It sits on your shoulders like a heavy rock threatening to crush you. The movie starts, but no amount of explosives or toppling buildings on the screen could distract you from the storm brewing in your head. It almost feels like an itch that you can’t reach, and it frustrates you to no end. A simple color shouldn’t be bothering you this much, but you can’t help it. This was supposed to be a relaxing date night with the boyfriend you’ve come to love now but glimpses of your ex have ruined it.

You try your best to seem unbothered, but you can’t stop yourself from letting out a quiet sniffle. With how close Denki is, there’s no way he missed the noise. The blonde’s head snaps to the side alarmingly and tightens his arm around your shoulders. “You good? Is something wrong?”

“No, I’m fine.” Even to your own ears, you don’t sound ‘fine’.

Denki quickly pauses the movie and shifts his body so that he’s facing you. “You don’t sound okay. Can you tell me why you’re upset?...D-did I do something wrong?”

“Well…you didn’t really…” You look down and try to think of a way to tell your boyfriend how you feel without troubling him too much. “My last relationship was pretty toxic, and my ex said a lot of things that really hurt me. He had a hoodie that he wore all the time and he always bought things in a specific color and um…it’s the same color as the blanket, so…yeah. Don’t worry. It’s my fault for feeling this way.”

Denki silently stares at you for a moment before running a hand through his hair in a stressed manner. His eyebrows are furrowed and his frown mirrors your own. “Oh…sorry. I didn’t mean to make you remember such a horrible guy.”

You quickly raise your head and clasp onto one of his hands. “No! Don’t apologize. There’s no way you would’ve known because I never told you. This isn’t your fault.”

The blonde stares into your eyes with purpose and grasps onto both your hands in his. He gives you a reassuring squeeze. “Then, the way you feel isn’t your fault either. He was an asshole, and you deserve so much better.”

Denki’s hands shift upwards and cup your face affectionately. “But, hey. You can’t avoid the color green forever, so why don’t we just make better memories together?”

Your eyes widen in surprise, not expecting Denki to lift the mood so fast. He usually stays upset for a while when it comes to a bit more serious topics, so you appreciate the effort he’s putting into making sure you were happy. “You know, you’re really cool, Denki.”

The man beams at you and then proceeds to stand up to stretch his arms. “The first step to making better memories is good food. I say this calls for some ice cream!”

Thank goodness you stocked up on lactose free ice cream last week.

Before you knew it, you and Denki were sitting on the floor with a tub of ice cream resting on your coffee table. The blanket was draped across your legs, but it no longer had an uncomfortable weight accompanying it. Your boyfriend grabs a large scoop of the dessert in one hand and raises it into the air. “As my friend always says一Your ex can go eat shit!”

The movie night resumes, but the air is filled with your laughter instead. You don’t think the old memories with the color green would ever fade completely, but maybe adding a little more of the color in your life wouldn’t be too bad now that you’ve also associated it with Denki.

A little voice in your head tells you that the problem from today could’ve been avoided if you had just told Denki that you weren’t a fan of his gift giving skills (or lack thereof) earlier, but your stubbornness has won you over once again.

After tonight, it couldn’t get any worse than this, right?

The fifth gift

You probably should’ve seen it coming with how much you’ve brushed off all of the gifts Denki has given you. You should’ve known that there would be a pretty big consequence to your own ignorance, and you can’t believe you didn’t realize your mistake until things went too far.

It all started when you visited Denki’s apartment to relax and spend some time with him after the end of finals. You were both clad in comfy pajamas, and Denki’s roommate was out for the rest of the day, so there was no need to leave any time soon.

You expected the day to be chill with no worries now that you were on break, but your boyfriend was anything but calm. His leg had been nervously bouncing up and down for the past 30 minutes, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could wait for him to speak up about what was bothering him. Ultimately, you decided to break the silence first. “Alright, Denki. What’s going on in your pretty little head?”

Denki's whole body freezes at your sudden question. He thinks for a moment as if contemplating on whether or not to tell you but eventually gives in and lets out a deep sigh. “There’s something I want to talk to you about, but before that, let me go get something really quick.”

The blonde doesn’t give you a chance to reply and hastily makes his way into his bedroom. When he walks back to where you are, he has a medium sized box in his arms. That’s not a good sign.

Denki clears his throat. “I was going to give this to you after dinner, but I think my head is gonna explode if I don’t do this now.”

He hands you the box and watches anxiously as you slowly open the lid. As soon as your eyes focus on the objects in front of you, your mouth drops. You aren’t sure what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t what was in your hands at this moment. “Denki, I adore you. I really do. But, why the fuck are you giving me baby shoes?!”

Perhaps you could’ve said that a bit less dramatically since Denki was clearly on edge at your tone, but your bafflement has gotten rid of every filter. You pray to the universe that this isn’t for what you think it is. You are not ready to have children.

“Wait! Here me out!” Denki raises his arms in front of him defensively. Your curiosity gets the best of you and you sit still with your arms crossed as he starts rambling. “The other day I overheard you talking to your mom on the phone and you were making a lot of cooing noises. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I wanted to know what made you so happy, so I listened in for a bit longer. You kept saying stuff like ‘my baby’ and how you couldn’t wait to see ‘your little ball of sunshine’. I came up with the conclusion that you might’ve had a secret kid and…I wanted to buy you something to show you that I want to support you.”

Your eyes are still wide by the end of explanation. You’re glad that Denki’s gift wasn’t hinting at the fact that he wanted to have a child with you, but his thoughts were still ridiculous. You take a deep breath before speaking, “Why did you think I would keep something like this from you?”

“I-I thought you might’ve felt embarrassed or too scared to tell me. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, and I wanted to wait for you to tell me, but then I found these cute shoes…” Denki’s voice stutters with uncertainty.

You mentally facepalm. “Denki. I don’t have a child. I was talking to my dog.”

. . .

“Oh…oh.”

There’s about a minute of awkward silence before you both burst out laughing. The tension completely dissipates and Denki even falls off the couch from laughing so hard. Your sides start to become sore and you need another minute or two to calm down. You wipe the tears from your eyes as Denki plops back onto the couch next to you. “Man, it sure sucks that I spent so much on these. Sero’s going to kill me when he finds out I couldn’t pay rent ‘cause of a misunderstanding.”

“What?”

Your boyfriend’s shoulders tense up again and he tries his best to backtrack. “Uh…I mean…Nothing!’

“Denki, how much did you spend on these shoes?” Your voice is calm, but there’s an unsettling dip in your stomach. Your eyes are sharp and if looks could kill, Denki would be six feet under.

“O-only maybe like a couple hundred…?” His voice lowers to a mumble by the end of his sentence, but you heard it loud and clear.

“Denki!”

Denki cowers. “Okay, okay! I know it sounds bad, but I’ll return these and pay Sero back! I’ll even do it by the end of this week!”

You’re going to have to buy Sero coffee one day to make up for his roommate’s careless mistake.

You pinch the bridge of your nose in distress at Denki’s impulsiveness and think back on all the times he’s given you a gift. This has to come to an end now. The last thing you want to see is your boyfriend sitting out on the streets in a cardboard box asking for spare change because you were too much of an idiot to talk to him about your concerns.

“You need to stop giving me stuff.”

Denki furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Might as well just rip the bandaid off. “Denki, you’re terrible at giving gifts.”

The man dramatically gasps in disbelief, but you just continue, “I appreciate you, and I love spending time with you, but I don’t want any more of these surprises. Sure, I find a way to make good memories with them, but if it means that you have to sacrifice your comfort and financial stability, I don’t want it. I’d rather cuddle with you for hours and be satisfied with just being with you.”

Denki sports a shocked expression but eventually nods his head in understanding. He stares deeply into your eyes before leaning forward and bringing you into his arms in a warm embrace. “Okay. Message received. We can talk about this more later, but I’ll stop giving you surprise gifts and just give you lots of hugs instead.”

You giggle and your shoulders sag with relief. With that problem out of the way, a part of you still wants to tease him. “I hope that offer also comes with lots of kisses?”

He answers by smashing his lips into yours without any hesitation. A warm feeling encompasses your heart and you really hope Denki’s roommate doesn’t come home early to ruin the moment. This was definitely a lot better than baby shoes.

The right gift

It’s been a couple years since you and Denki have started dating. Both of you have graduated from college and have begun your lives into adulthood. You decided to move in together and have found stable jobs near the shared apartment. After the ‘gift incident’ in college, you and your boyfriend have decided to forgo gift exchanges in general unless you both knew for sure what the other wanted after double checking. You thought he had gotten over that phase in his life, which is why you're completely caught off guard when he asks you to close your eyes for a surprise during an anniversary date at an amusement park that you’ve both come to love. You’re sitting side-by-side inside of a Ferris wheel cabin near the top of the wheel.

“Denki, we’ve been over this.”

“I know, I know! I promise you can trust me.” The blonde tries to reassure you as much as he can, but you can’t stop the uneasiness from creeping up on you.

He wipes his hands on his pants and takes something out of his jacket pocket. “Shit…why am I so nervous all of a sudden…Y-you can open your eyes now.”

When you do as he says, your eyes make a beeline for the small cubical box that’s settled into his palm. Your heart stops when you realize what it might be.

Denki clears his throat and takes a deep breath. “I know we had a bit of a rough start because of my stupidity and jealousy, but we’ve also been through a lot of happy moments together. You’ve always been patient with me, and even when I basically gave you diarrhea that one time, you never yelled at me or made me feel dumb like a lot of the people I used to hang out with. In college, you didn’t judge me when I had to retake my calc class or laugh at me when I got fired from my part-time job.”

“You mean a lot to me…like a lot. And, there isn’t anyone I’d rather hug, or kiss, or cuddle until one of us has to pee一ehem. What I’m trying to say is that I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you until we both grow old and senile. The only way to do that is if you maybe want to marry me?”

Denki opens the box in his hands to reveal a simple ring with a small diamond stone at the center. There’s nothing flamboyant or extraordinary about the design, but the simplicity of it is exactly to your taste. The diamond isn’t too overbearing, and you can’t help but admire how it shines under the sunset sky.

“I know you might’ve felt burdened if I bought something bigger, and this caught my eye as soon as I walked into the store. I saved up for this for a while too一”

“Yes.”

“一’cause I didn’t want you to worry that I couldn’t pay rent or something- wait what?”

A sense of déjà vu flickers in your mind, and a brief memory of the day you started dating makes you smile even wider. “Yes, I will marry you. I love you too.”

You know that if you weren’t inside of a flimsy Ferris wheel cabin, the blonde would’ve jumped up with his fists in the air in bliss. He slots the ring onto your finger and it's a perfect fit. You both lean in to share a deep kiss and you wish the moment could last forever. Once you pull away, Denki places his forehead on yours fondly.

“Did I get it right this time?”

“Yes, Denki. You absolutely did.”

A/N: kaminari denki rights !!

‘might as well’ Masterlist

Todoroki wants to freeze Bakugou’s mouth to stop him from yelling Bakugou wants to punch the smirk off of Shinsou’s face Shinsou wants Kirishima to tone down his overly positive attitude Kirishima wants Midoriya to stop apologizing to him Midoriya just wants everyone to get along

A joint mission doesn’t end too hot for the 20-year-old fledgling heroes, and now their agencies have forced them to face the consequences of their actions: paperwork. Kirishima suggests taking a quick break with a round of fun from a borrowed game console, but it seems like the five heroes got a little more out of it than they expected when they’re sucked into the world of video games…literally.

genre: video game au, pro hero au (kinda), the power of friendship

note: this story is ONLY posted on ao3. If this story is found anywhere else, please let me know and report it :) + be aware that all links are directed to ao3

ch 1: installing new world...

ch 2: did you win your 50/50?

ch 3: fight or flight

ch 4: are you new here?

ch 5: stop listening and everybody implodes

ch 6: home...?

‘might as well’ ch 1

title: installing new world...

characters: midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, kirishima eijirou, shinsou hitoshi

word count: 1.6k

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‘might as well’ ch 2

title: did you win your 50/50?

characters: midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, kirishima eijirou, shinsou hitoshi

word count: 10.5k

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Onigiri Miya Tidbits BONUS Chapter

Title: August 14, 2022

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 3.3k

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

disclaimer: manga spoilers

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

Previous///Masterlist///ao3

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

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

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

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

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

“More like a master at manipulation.”

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

“Right.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“(Surname)-chan?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ah, shit. Here we go again.

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

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

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

“Is that (Surname)-chan?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Komori-san! Yaku-san!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, boy! This looks kind of fun!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leftovers

“My what did what, now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cat-egory: Love (Kuroo x Reader)

Summary: In which you enjoy working at a cat café and Kuroo enjoys your company.

Genre: fluff, slice of life, timeskip (but no heavy spoilers!)

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: a quick haikyuu oneshot that had me rolling on floor :D i decided to just post it on both tumblr and ao3 since it’s not too long, so read on whatever platform you please :)))

read on ao3

You’re quite proud of the quaint little cat café you opened up a few months back near the outskirts of Tokyo. All of the customers love the arrangements of pastries and cookies complementing the many types of coffees and teas that you sell. To top it off, there are six different cats roaming around the shop to keep anyone and everyone company during their stay.

It’s near the end of the work day, only an hour left before closing, and you’ve just handed off the last muffin available to a kind elderly woman. You sweetly smile at her and let out a huff of breath once she leaves. Normally, you work with one other coworker, but they had called out for about a month or so last week due to a family emergency. You were pretty confident that you would be able to take care of everything on your own since your café was pretty small with a limited menu, but it’s still been a pretty rough couple days.

Just as you’re contemplating on sitting down for a quick break, the bell above the door rings signaling that a customer has entered. With your best customer service smile plastered on your face, you turn towards the approaching individual.

“Welcome to Cat-alyst!”

A tall, attractive man confidently walks up to the counter dressed in a sleek, grey suit that catches the attention of a few customers from their tables. Despite the professional outfit and posture, what probably stands out the most is his gravity-defying spiky, black hair that could pass as bed head. The dichotomy is actually quite charming in your opinion.

It takes everything in you to avoid ogling at the sharpness of the man’s jawline or the broad shoulders fitted perfectly into his jacket. “What would you like to order today?”

“I’ll take a black coffee and a danish pastry with custard filling.”

He pays with his card and you hand him his pastry. “Name for your order?”

“Oh, it’s K-”

Before the man could finish, he suddenly freezes in place and quickly looks down near his feet. It seems he was startled by one of the cats rubbing up against his leg.

You laugh and lean against the counter to look down on the black Bombay cat that has yet to move away from your customer. “Kuro! What are you doing all the way over here?”

The man’s head snaps up in your direction with wide eyes.

“Sorry about that. He’s not usually this affectionate with newcomers,” you comment as you turn your attention back to the customer. “What did you say your name was?”

The black haired male strangely hesitates for a moment before sporting a suspicious smirk. “Tetsurou.”

“Alrighty, Tetsurou. I’ll let you know when your drink is ready.”

You think you see a small tinge of pink on his cheeks, but it’s gone just as quickly as it appeared. Must’ve been your eyes playing tricks on you again. It’s been a long day.

He walks to the side and the cat follows him. The feline takes this chance to quickly climb the male’s long figure all the way onto his shoulders and simply drapes around his neck comfortably. You’re too busy with the order to notice him subtly sneezing into his arm a few seconds later.

You cap off the black coffee and smile as you hold out the drink. “Tetsurou!”

He pockets his phone and scratches your cat’s ears leisurely as he takes his coffee with his free hand.

“Why don’t you take Kuro with you while you sit? He’s always been my favorite too.” You reach up to gently pet the cat and he purrs at the attention. “Kuro’s such a good boy.”

This time, you definitely catch the man’s cheeks blossoming in a brilliant shade of red and he refuses to make eye contact with you.

“R-right. I’ll just, um, take him with me. Right now.”

You’re not sure what made him so flustered, so you just shrug your shoulders and get back to work as he walks away to one of the nearby tables without another word.

The next half hour goes by slowly as fewer and fewer customers stop by for the day. The man you know as Tetsurou sneaks a few glances in your direction when he thinks you’re not looking and you try not to act like you notice. It’s a bit difficult to do that though when his glances are accompanied by slightly watery eyes and not-so-subtle sniffles. You’ve seen more than a handful of people having the same reaction when they visit your café for more than a couple minutes.

Is he…allergic?

You’re wiping off one of the tables nearby when you see him stand up and throw away his empty cup. You cringe a bit when his voice comes out a bit nasally as he speaks to the black cat that’s still lounging next to him. “Sorry, little guy. I have to go now.”

Putting your cleaning rag to the side, you dig into your apron pocket and pull out a packet of tissues that you keep with you for emergencies. “Here, take one. Are you alright? You don’t seem to be having the best time of your life coming to a cat café with allergies.”

“No worries. I’m just fine and dandy,” he replies before sniffling once more for emphasis. He still takes a tissue gratefully and your hands briefly brush against each other. His hand is significantly larger than yours and there’s a warmth to them that almost makes you want to never let go. But alas.

Before you could pull back, he quickly grabs something from his back pocket and places it onto your palm. Based on the size and shape of the object, you don’t even have to look down to realize that he had just handed you his business card. His sharp eyes squint at something on your uniform before grinning. “I like your naming sense. See you around, (L/N).”

He turns to leave while you’re still dumbstruck by his sudden words and blinding smile. The chime of the bells above the door snap you out of your trance and the last thing you see is his back beyond the glass. You finally take the time to look down at the business card and read the text.

“Oh.”

His name is Kuroo.

It hasn’t even been 24 hours since you met human Kuroo, so you’re surprised to see him back at the café so soon. He walks in his all-suited glory once again an hour before closing, eyes searching for you expectedly.

You give him a smile that’s a bit more genuine than the one from yesterday as he walks towards the counter. “You’re back.”

“Indeed, I am. I’ll have a black coffee and a chocolate croissant today,” Kuroo responds.

“I got you.”

Similarly to yesterday, your cat Kuro runs up to the tall male and doesn’t hesitate to greet him with head rubs.

“It seems like Kuro…um…that might be a bit confusing.” You twirl a piece of your hair as you sweatdrop at the predicament.

The businessman chuckles. “Tetsurou is just fine.”

His words catch you a bit off guard, especially now that you know his full name, but you mentally tell yourself to calm down. You’re not some lovesick teenager that gets overly flustered by using someone’s first name. You’re both fully grown adults. “Then, (Y/N) is fine by me too.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

…

Shit.

“I’ll go get your coffee for you now.” Your words are mumbled as you quickly grab his desired pastry from the display and pass it to him, avoiding any eye contact. “Enjoy the croissant!”

Kuroo doesn’t utter another word and simply pets the Bombay cat and intentionally avoids making contact with his face. The feline tries to climb his human counterpart just like yesterday but is stopped by a persistent hand each time.

When you return to the counter with Kuroo’s coffee, you sigh at his failed attempt to stop a sneeze after you hand him the drink. “If you’re struggling so much, wouldn’t it make more sense to go to a different café? I’m sure black coffee isn’t that hard to come around.”

Kuroo brings a hand up to rub at his neck sheepishly. “I just…really like cats.”

His wistful tone makes you pause for a moment. There must be more to his stubbornness than you know, but hey, that’s none of your business. All you really need to do is make sure all of your customers are happy and satisfied. Although, a little teasing wouldn’t hurt.

“Are you sure you’re not allergic?”

“I’m paw-sitive.”

Cue your eye roll. Alright, that’s the end of that conversation.

You look at him for a moment and Kuroo meets your gaze curiously. “I can take Kuro off your hands for now while you get yourself a seat. Do you mind waiting for a bit? I’ll be right back.”

The man looks like he wants to ask you something but stops himself and simply nods his head. You quickly take your black cat to the back room and gently pick up one of the cats that have been resting on the cat tower. Kuroo raises an eyebrow as you walk towards him with a brown cat that he hasn’t met yet.

“This little friend is Chestnut. She’s a Burmese cat and they’re known for being hypoallergenic,” you explain as you place Chestnut into Kuroo’s arms.  “You can hang out together for as long as you’d like and you shouldn’t have any issues.”

Kuroo looks at you with stars in his eyes. “Thanks. I really appreciate it, (Y/N).”

“Anytime, Tetsurou.” You give him a warm smile. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Kuroo stays in the café until closing and he’s significantly less red-eyed and sniffly than yesterday when he finally stands to leave. He’s the last customer inside, so you’re a little less embarrassed to walk up to him and tell him what’s been sitting on your mind since yesterday. “I can text you a list of antihistamines that you can take the next time you come by. You’ll be able to pet Kuro and some of the other cats if you’d like?”

Kuroo smirks. “Is this your way of asking for my number, (Y/N)?”

“You already gave me your number, genius.” You roll your eyes and fish out his business card that you’ve conveniently kept in your apron since the day before.

The man’s ears flush red at your words and scratches his cheek awkwardly. “Right. Then, I guess I’ll be waiting for your text.”

Your heart flutters at the prospect of him looking forward to a message from you, even if your original intention was just to send him medication recommendations. Jeez, that sounds lame.

But, with the way he warmly winks at you before leaving gives you a little hope for something more.

For the rest of that week, Kuroo visits all of the days you’re open and you can tell he’s been taking the antihistamines you told him about because of how well he’s interacting with all the cats. He’s pretty adamant about stopping by your shop at the same time every day too and you assume he stops by after work.

It’s now the middle of the third week since his first visit and Kuroo hasn’t shown up for a few days. You’re a bit worried at his sudden absence, but something stops you from texting him to see how he is. You’re still not really sure where your relationship lies and you’ve never met up outside of the café.

You’re just about to start putting up the chairs when the bell above the door rings behind you. Without turning around, you muster up an irritated greeting, “Welcome to Cat-alyst! We literally close in like 5 minutes.”

You hear a familiar burst of laughter come from the customer that just entered and it causes you to snap your attention towards the door. Sure enough, Kuroo is standing by the door in his suit, but something seems a bit different. You’ve become so used to his neat outer appearance that it catches you off guard when you notice his disheveled form. His jacket unevenly sits over a coffee-stained button down and his slacks are slightly wrinkled. His bed head seems even more chaotic than usual, so he’s definitely had a long day, if not week.

“Yeah, you’re right. My bad. I can stop by next time,” Kuroo responds apologetically.

He’s just about to turn around when your voice cuts him off. “W-wait! Um…it’s okay. I can get you something to drink and let you hang out for a bit. You look like you might need it.”

“I wouldn’t want you to work overtime just for me. I’d be staying past closing.”

You wave off his concern. “I don’t mind. Let me just finish taking care of some chores and we can just chill? I’ll even grab myself a drink too.”

Kuroo gives you a hopeful smile. “Sure.”

As you flip the open sign around and make your drinks, Kuroo walks over to an empty table. You get slightly distracted when he takes off his suit jacket and places it on the back of the chair before sitting down and crossing his legs. He pulls up his sleeves and cuffs them near his elbows. His fit, yet slim body almost makes you swoon and the veins running along his forearms have never looked more appealing on anyone else.

When Kuroo suddenly looks up, you let out a small noise of embarrassment for getting caught staring and quickly get back to focusing on the drinks. If you had looked up one more time, you would’ve noticed his smirk accompanied by reddened cheeks.

With two warm mugs in your hands, you head over to Kuroo who’s now petting both Yuki, the white Ragdoll, and Shark, the grey Russian Blue. When you place his mug on the table, he thanks you.

You sit across from him. “Long day?”

“It was shit,” Kuroo replies. He takes the mug into his hands and stares down into the liquid that most definitely does not look like his usual coffee.

You look away nervously. “It’s a decaf green tea. You didn’t specify what you wanted and I thought it might be good to go without so much caffeine for the night.”

He takes a sip of the tea and hums with content. “It’s good. I probably should lay off the caffeine a bit, especially after work.”

The two of you take a moment to relax a bit in the comfortable silence as you enjoy your respective teas while the cats lay across the floor. Despite the tranquil atmosphere, you have a  strong desire to converse more with Kuroo and listen to his witty, yet kind words. “So tell me, what’s got you so exhausted this fine evening? Spill the tea if you will.”

Kuroo chuckles at your choice of words and you think you like that sound a lot. “Just an asshole coworker that’s lacking in docosahexaenoic acid.”

“Says the guy with a cat allergy that decided to frequent a cat café.”

“Shh. I thought we were past that.” Kuroo feigns offense before shifting his expression to one that was significantly softer. “Plus, I’m not just here for the cats.”

“Oh?” Your cheeks flush at the insinuation. “Care to explain?”

“Well, I have a day off tomorrow and I know you’re closed on Thursdays, so maybe I could tell you more if you let me take you out for lunch?” He runs a hand through his hair with confidence, but the slight twitch in his eyebrow gives away his nervousness.

You already know what your answer is going to be, but you purposefully place a hand under your chin as if you were still contemplating on a decision. You hold back a laugh when you see Kuroo shift in his seat with anticipation.

“I’d love to.” You place your hands back on your mug to distract your attention from the warmth on your cheeks to the warmth in your fingers instead.

Kuroo’s smile widens at your words. “Great! There’s actually a nice onigiri place pretty close by. An old friend of mine is the owner and I think you’ll like the food.”

“Can we meet here and walk there together? I’d like to check up on the cats before we head out,” you ask.

“Fine by me.”

You smile.

“Then, it’s a date.”

You head over to the café about half an hour before your lunch date and step into the back room where all the cats rest during off hours. Chestnut and Yuki, who are already awake and roaming, come to greet you at the door. Shark and Kuro are playing with some toys, while your orange Persian cat, Carrot (aka Bastard), is still snoozing away in his bed. The only young kitten of your café, a Siamese cat named Almond, is nowhere to be seen, and you become a bit worried since he’s usually the first to greet you.

A muffled sneeze from one of the cat towers catches your attention and you look into one of the enclosed compartments. Sure enough, you see Almond laying on his side and he looks up at you lethargically. You bring a hand inside and carefully take him out. Now that you can see him in better lighting, you notice his inflamed eyelids and the discharge around his eyes. The poor baby looked sick.

Without another moment to lose, you quickly grab a small cat carrier and a few blankets before placing Almond inside and locking it up. You rapidly check up on the other cats to make sure they look healthy too. Afterwards, you call a taxi to come pick you up as you walk outside the café and lock the doors.

After you get in the taxi and give the address for the nearest vet, you remember that you were supposed to meet up with Kuroo soon. You curse under your breath at the situation and pull up his number on your phone.

The call rings once before he picks up. “Hey, I’m about 10 minutes away from the café. What’s up?”

“Hey, Tetsurou. I’m really sorry, but we’re going to have to cancel lunch. Almond got sick and I’m heading over to the vet right now. I know I might be overreacting a little, but he’s still so young, so I don’t want to risk it.”

“Oh, shit. No problem at all, (Y/N). Let me know if there’s anything you need and keep me updated if you can. I want to know if the little guy is okay.”

“Will do. Thanks, Tetsurou.” You hang up the phone just as the taxi pulls up to your destination. You pay the driver and quickly go through the process of admitting your kitten. Thankfully, today’s been a slow day, so the front desk is able to get the vet to check up right away without an appointment.

Once the vet gets a look at Almond, you’re finally able to let out a sigh of relief when they tell you that the kitten is experiencing a pretty common upper respiratory infection that can be treated at home. The vet sends you off with a couple medications and instructions that don’t seem too difficult to follow. It hasn't even been an hour since you left the café, but you’re already set to leave with Almond.

You call another taxi and make your way back to the café with a peaceful, sleeping kitten next to you but not before shooting a quick text to Kuroo about any updates on the situation. He doesn’t respond right away, so you just pocket your phone and look out the window.

During the drive, you can’t help but feel upset at the missed opportunity to spend time with the man that’s caught your interest, but you don’t feel comfortable leaving Almond alone, especially since you have to keep him isolated from the rest of the cats.

As the car approaches the café, your eyebrows raise in surprise when you see a tall figure standing in front of the entrance. There’s no mistaking that the lone person is the one and only Kuroo Tetsurou waiting for you and wearing casual clothes for the first time since you’ve met him. You’re so used to his formal attire that his casual wear makes you fall for his looks all over again. He’s wearing a black t-shirt with dark jeans and black running shoes. His hair is not as styled but still looks put together, and he just looks…ready for a date.

When you exit the taxi, you notice that he’s holding a plastic bag that has an unfamiliar logo with the name Onigiri Miya written on the bottom. The two of you make eye contact and stand in front of each other for a few moments.

Kuroo’s the first one to break the silence, “I know you said you didn’t want to leave the cats unattended and you probably haven’t eaten yet, so I thought I’d bring the lunch to you. If you’re still down?”

Your heart swells at the gesture and you find yourself unconsciously nodding your head with a smile. “Let me just take care of some things first and then we can dig in.”

Kuroo follows you inside the building and sets the food down as you let the other cats out in order to clean up any potentially contaminated items.

“Need any help?” Kuroo asks as he watches you run around to finish your tasks as soon as possible.

“No, it’s okay! I’m pretty much finished. You can- ah!” A yelp escapes your lips when one of the cats suddenly runs in front of your legs and you have to maneuver your body to the opposite direction. You were able to avoid stepping on the cat, but it caused you to lose your footing. Fortunately, you’re not falling for long when a strong pair of hands grasp onto your shoulders as your face bumps into a hard surface. You’re disoriented for another few seconds, but the arms around you keep you secure.

Once you catch your bearings, you turn your head towards the feline culprit. “Bastard! I told you not to run around like that.”

You can practically see the orange cat smirking as he gets comfortable in his usual spot on the cat tower.

A voice above you startles you out of your one-sided conversation. “I thought his name was Carrot?”

“That’s what I officially changed his name to when he was first brought here since I couldn’t have kids running around calling for ‘Bastard’. I still call him Bastard, though, since he’s a cheeky one.” You grin as you look up at Kuroo, but your smile quickly disappears once you realize what position you were in.

Kuroo’s arms have yet to leave your side and your chests are close enough to feel your racing heartbeats syncing up. The two of you are lost in each other’s gazes and his eyes occasionally flicker towards your lips. You both unknowingly lean closer until your faces are only a few inches apart. Your eyes flutter closed when you suddenly feel something furry against your mouth that most definitely does not feel like another pair of lips.

When you snap your eyes open, the first thing you notice is Kuroo’s close proximity and wide eyes looking just as confused as you were. When both look down, you see a small black paw slotted between your lips. Apparently, while you both were distracted, your Bombay cat had climbed on top of the man’s shoulders again and decided it would be a great day to be a menace.

With a little bit more awareness, you pull away from Kuroo with bright cheeks and the man’s own cheeks mirror yours. You point at the food sheepishly. “Maybe we should eat?”

“Y-yeah.”

You both sit across from one another and take an onigiri from the pile. You must have been hungrier than you thought because the moment you take a bite, the only thing that floods your mind is the delectable taste of a perfectly seasoned rice ball. “This is amazing.”

“Right? I’m really glad they opened up a shop in Tokyo. I always stopped by Onigiri Miya whenever I visited Miyagi,” Kuroo responds just as content with the taste.

“I’m guessing you bought these from the place we were supposed to have lunch at?”

“Yeah. I didn’t want you to miss out, so here we are.”

“We can’t seem to meet up anywhere away from this café, huh,” you comment humorously.

“Not a problem. We’ve got more opportunities to go out together in the future.” Kuroo smirks. “As a matter of fact, I’m free Sunday night, and I know a good ramen place for dinner.”

“I’d like that.” You then point your finger at him teasingly. “You sure you’re not allergic to ramen though?”

Kuroo snorts and pretends to make the gesture to slap your hand away but instead lightly grabs your hand and links your fingers together smoothly. The next hour is spent getting to know each other more and sharing stories of your lives. Throughout the whole time, your hands never stray far from each other.

At some point, you get up to brew some green tea and you both migrate to a carpeted part of the floor to sit closer to the cats. You opt to sit next to Kuroo, shoulder to shoulder, and your hands find his again.

Good food, good cats, and good company. Despite the slight mishap in the morning, you’d say this was a pretty good date.

One year later

Kuroo doesn’t come to the café every day, but he stops by enough that all of your regulars know him by name. The rest of the customers mainly know him as ‘that one tall, handsome man with the ridiculous bed head who’s dating the owner’. He still comes in near the end of work hours, but now that your coworker is back, you have more flexibility in spending time with him.

Today, Kuroo had texted you earlier that his meeting was being extended, so he probably wouldn’t be able to make it to the café. It’s now past closing time and your coworker had already left since you were in charge of locking up for the night. You’re sitting in the back room feeling a bit sad that you couldn’t see Kuroo today, but those feelings were immediately alleviated when feline Kuro jumps onto your lap and rubs his head against your chest in comfort.

Your heart melts at the cuteness and you pet him lovingly. “You’re right, Kuro. Who needs men when I have you?”

The black cat meows as if responding in agreement.

You bring him closer to your chest and nuzzle his face while cooing. “I love you, Kuro.”

The sound of a plastic bag dropping on the ground startles you and the cat on your chest jumps away in fright. Your head quickly turns towards the door and you see your boyfriend standing stock still, a familiar bag from Onigiri Miya sitting at his feet. He’s completely red from the bottom of his neck to the tips of his ears and he’s sporting an endearing expression on his face.

For a moment, you’re confused as to why he was so flustered, but you realize that it’s the first time he’s ever heard you say that special three word phrase. He’s said it to you a few times now, but he has yet to hear it from you directly. Technically, you hadn’t even said it to him directly this time, but…right. His name is Kuroo too.

“I-I meant the cat! My cat that is named Kuro! Black cat Kuro! Not that I wouldn’t say it to you, um…” Your rambling just seems to make the situation more awkward.

Kuroo is the first to recover and he walks over to where you are while holding out a hand for you to take, abruptly silencing you and lifting you to your feet. “No worries. You can say whatever you’d like whenever you’re ready, (Y/N).”

His gaze draws you in and before you know it, your lips meet his in a deep kiss. His hands come up to gently cup your face, while your arms latch onto his sides in a tight grip. He tilts his head more to draw you in even closer and his movements cause you to take a few steps back until your back hits the wall.

The sweet moment almost turns more desperate when something lightly paws at your leg.

You break from the kiss and look down to see all six cats surrounding the two of you and watching your every movement with their curious eyes. Almond is standing the closest and is also the one who interrupted you. You let out a small giggle. It seems you could never catch a break from them.

When you look back up at Kuroo, you see him already staring at you with a soft smile gracing his lips. His eyes are filled with so much adoration and affection that you can’t stop your next words.

“I love you, Tetsurou.”

Kuroo looks surprised for a moment before his expression shifts back to a wide grin.

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

A/N: enjoy my product placement for Onigiri Miya. my tidbits series is still wedged deep into the dark crevices of my soul (and if you haven’t read that yet, !!!!!)

‘might as well’ ch 3

title: fight or flight

characters: midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, kirishima eijirou, shinsou hitoshi

word count: 9.5k

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i never went to oovoo javer

title: i never went to oovoo javer

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku (BKDK)

genre: fluff, humor, crack, quirkless!au

word count: 3.1k

summary: Katsuki regrets agreeing to have a night out with Shitty Hair and Dunce Face. What he doesn’t regret is calling up an Uber after dropping off his idiot friends and meeting one of the most attractive bachelors the small town of Musutafu has to offer.

Or

Katsuki panics after realizing that his Uber driver, Izuku, was the hottest piece of ass he’s ever laid eyes on.

A/N: whoops i forgot to post this on tumblr too. it’s just brainrot i promise. this is what i vomit out when i get surgery c:

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“Soooooo, Bakubabe!” Denki slurs his words as the flush in his cheeks glow a bright red. He takes another swig of his drink before turning his attention back to his explosive friend. “I met a girl at the gas station near my apartment yesterday, and I think you’d totally match well with her!”

“I’m not fuckin’ looking for someone to hook up with right now, Dunce Face.” Katsuki scowls at the other blonde’s words. “Especially, not with some chick that you met at a shitty gas station.”

“But, you’ve been so grumpy and being a meanie,” Denki complains. “I’m pretty sure you just gotta get laid. You know? Live your life a little!”

Eijirou, who’s equally as drunk as Denki, brings a fist down onto the table loudly earning him a few glares from other customers around the bar. “Yeah, man! You’re starting graduate school in a few weeks, but you haven’t hooked up with anyone for the past four years since all you’ve done is study. This is the first time you even agreed to go out with us in months!”

Denki nods his head vigorously in agreement.

“First of all, we literally saw each other last week. I made you food in my own kitchen because your sorry asses can barely even touch a microwave without burning something,” Katsuki bites back. He hears Eijirou whine about how ‘hanging out at home is different than going out’, but Katsuki chooses to ignore him and continue with his spiel. “Second, I’ve got better shit to do than have flings with people that I can’t stand or don’t mean anything to me. I’m all or nothing.”

Denki flails his arms out dramatically. “You’re not even giving anyone a chance though! I get that you’d prefer a more long term relationship, but you’ve been single since forever, and you never agree to meet with anyone we try to set you up with.”

“Because none of them are ever fucking good enough!”

“Then, why don’t you tell us what is good enough? Everyone’s got things they look for. Tell us what your ideal type is for a partner and maybe we could help you out.” Eijirou suggests.

Huh. The question makes Katsuki pause for a moment. He may not be actively searching to date, but he has thought about this very topic every once in a while. Typically on particularly lonely nights when he’s home alone shoving spoonfuls of ice cream into his mouth while rewatching the romantic comedy films he hides in the corner of his closet.

Eijirou and Denki both notice the sudden hesitance. They look at each other before sporting matching cheshire grins.

“So you do have an ideal type!” Eijirou snaps his fingers like he’s discovered all the wonders of the world. “What are they like? Are they hot? Do you like people with tattoos? Piercings?”

“I’m not telling you shit, Shitty Hair!”

Denki grabs some of his hair in frustration. “Come on, dude! You’ve gotta give us something to work with! Does your ideal type have funky hair? Maybe you secretly love dad bods? I know a guy that’s really into knees一”

Katsuki spends the next couple of minutes groaning to himself as his friends continue to pester him with annoying questions one after the other. His patience starts to run thin, and he doesn’t think he can take any more of this.

“Alright! Fuck off!”

Denki and Eijirou immediately shut up at the angry blonde’s outburst and wait with anticipation.

“I-I don’t know. I guess guys that are fit? Not too much muscle, but just enough to look healthy. Freckles are fine and whatever.”

The two friends continue to listen intently as Katsuki begins to ramble on.

“And, they’ve gotta have more than two brain cells; smart. They gotta be able to keep up with me.”

“I can’t stand assholes that go out and party a lot. I prefer someone who has a good balance between wanting to have a night in and going out to try something new.”

“They also can’t be smelling like shit that just walked out after taking a shower in heavy cologne. None of that flowery stuff either. Woodsy is fine.”

“And, fuck, I like it when people are super passionate about something they love?”

The sound of glass clinking together on the other side of the bar snaps Katsuki out of his trance and he finally notices the disgusting googly eyes his friends are giving him.

Denki smirks. “Who knew Bakugou could be so romantic?”

Katsuki flips him off.

Who the fuck gets this drunk at 10pm on a Wednesday night?

Katsuki is fuming in his seat as he watches Eijirou almost faceplant into his half eaten plate of nachos. Denki isn’t doing any better since he’s now cradling a spoon in his hands and murmuring a lullaby out of tune. It was time to go.

Katsuki throws down a wad of cash onto the check and takes one last sip of his glass of water before dragging his friends out the bar and into the parking lot.

Yes, his fucking glass of water because the two idiots decided to drive here together when they knew they were going to get drunk and now he has to drive them home in Denki’s car. As much as he knows he’s an asshole, Katsuki was not going to leave his friend’s car in some sketchy part of the neighborhood.

Katsuki digs through Denki’s pockets and locates his car keys before shoving both men into the back seat. He sits in the driver’s seat and immediately starts driving towards his friends’ shared apartment. Luckily, it’s not too far of a drive from the bar and he reaches his destination without any other disturbances other than the spontaneous hiccups from the drunk men behind him.

Once Denki and Eijirou are both hauled into the apartment and into their respective rooms, Katsuki shoots their other roommate a brief text.

Soy Sauce Face. Check up on idiot #1 and idiot #2 when you get home from work later. They’re drunk af

Katsuki receives a thumbs up from the other male a few seconds later and he lets out a sigh. Now all that’s left to do was figure out how the hell he was gonna get home. There was no way he was staying at this pigsty of an apartment, especially if there was a chance that his friends would end up whining about their hangover the next morning when he’s trying to get his beauty sleep.

His apartment was about half an hour away, so taking an Uber might cost a bit, but he’ll just make Denki and Eijirou pay him back for all the suffering they’ve caused. It wasn’t even 11pm yet either, so an Uber might not be too bad.

As long as his driver wasn’t a total ass.

Katsuki orders the Uber off his phone and locks up the apartment with his spare key. He walks down to the front of the complex and jots down a couple groceries that he needs to pick up tomorrow as he waits.

A few minutes later, a car pulls up next to the blonde with the passenger side closer to him and Katsuki recognizes that it’s a green Mini Cooper. The window in front of him slides down and he hears a chill Lo-Fi song playing in the background as the driver comes into view. Katsuki almost chokes on his spit because holy shit.

Sitting at the driver’s seat was a young adult male with fluffy, dark green curls and a body built like a literal god. His toned arms were languidly placed around the steering wheel while firm thighs were pressed against the cushioned seats. To Katsuki, it was an absolute sin that such a fit person also had the biggest innocent looking eyes he’s ever seen with a button nose on an absolutely adorable face and oh, fuck, are those freckles??

“Hi! Are you Bakugou Katsuki?”

He also sounds like a fucking angel!

With all this storming through Katsuki’s mind, he still sported his usual resting bitch face and leaned down while glancing at his Uber app. “You, Deku?”

The Uber driver raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Deku?”

“Yeah. My Uber driver.” Katsuki turns his phone so that it’s facing the other man.

“Oh, that says Izuku. You probably read the kanji wrong.”

“Whatever, Deku.” Katsuki opened the car door and desperately willed his ears to stop reddening. It definitely didn’t help that he had a full view of how thick Izuku’s ass was now that Katsuki was sitting right beside him. Like, damn. Katsuki prayed for his driver not to be a total ass, but he definitely was not complaining about that ass.

Izuku blinks owlishly at Katsuki blatantly ignoring the correction before shrugging his shoulders and gesturing at the backseat. “Sorry about the clutter in the back!”

When Katsuki looks back, he sees a few cardboard boxes and empty suitcases littering the seats. The clutter was somewhat unusual, but the front seats were pretty clean and spacious, so it didn’t really bother him. “S’fine.”

“I was helping someone move and didn’t have enough time to get rid of some things before starting my shift,” Izuku explains as he inputs Katsuki’s address into his car’s GPS.

Katsuki tried not to look too interested by casually resting his elbow on the center console as he asked nervously, “Boyfriend?”

Since when did the Bakugou Katsuki care about other people’s love lives? Especially about some stranger? He literally just got in the car.

Izuku shook his head. “No, just a friend. I’m actually not seeing anyone right now.”

HELL YEAH.

Katsuki takes in a deep breath and immediately gets a whiff of a subtle, earthy fragrance permeating the inside of the car. It smells like pine wood with a hint of mint, and he actually quite liked the scent. Not wanting to give away the internal whooping and cheering going on in his mind, Katsuki redirects the conversation to the scent, “I like your air freshener. Smells good.”

Real smooth. I’m sure that’ll get his attention.

Izuku takes his foot off the brake to start driving and looks around the street to make sure he didn’t hit anything, leaving Katsuki to have a nice view of his side profile. “Oh, my air freshener actually ran out last week and I keep forgetting to replace it. You might be smelling my cologne. I hope it’s not too strong!”

FUCK. He just indirectly told Izuku that he smelled good. Way to go, Katsuki. You’re making a complete fool out of yourself in front of possibly one of the hottest people you’ve ever met.

The car exits the neighborhood and only the sound of soft music fills the air which leaves Katsuki sweating.

“So,” Izuku starts, “how was your day, Mr. Bakugou?”

Izuku is one of those Uber drivers. Katsuki absolutely detests small talk and would rather slam his head against the front of the car multiple times than take part in it.

“Katsuki.”

So, why the fuck did he answer, and why the fuck did he just respond with his first name?

Izuku gives a quick glance at the blonde from the side of his eyes before turning back to the road. “Hm? Would you prefer I call you that? I don’t mind! Then, how was your day, Kachik一Katshu一Kach一”

Katsuki has a smug grin on his face and leans closer to the now flustered male. “Having trouble there, Deku?”

“I told you it’s Izuku!”

Katsuki just hums uncaringly and continues to grin.

Izuku huffs and pouts. “Fine! Then, I’ll just call you, um…Kacchan!”

Shit. That’s cute. Katsuki thinks as he crosses his arm and pinches the skin on the corner of his elbow to keep himself from reacting. “Do whatever you want, nerd.”

The car approaches a red light before coming to a stop and the two are immersed in another moment of awkward silence. Katsuki’s ears redden once again as he turns his head to look out his window and focuses his eyes on the blinking walking symbol, trying to build up the courage to say something. Here goes nothing, “My day was fine.”

He sees Izuku smile widely out of the corners of his eyes. Definitely worth it.

The two talk about a few other topics during the drive, including Katsuki’s all time favorite comic book hero, All Might, who just happens to be the same hero Izuku’s been obsessed with since he was a child as well. The Uber driver had sheepishly told him that he took down all of his All Might merch from his car so that he doesn’t scare off the people he’s been giving rides for. Katsuki had taken out a small All Might Plush keychain from the glove compartment and hung it on the rearview mirror rightfully where it belonged. He earned himself another blinding smile from Izuku.

Katsuki also learned that Izuku loved to work out everyday, which explains why the freckled male had calloused hands and killer thighs. The blonde smirked when he caught Izuku blushing after a compliment was sent his way.

At some point, Katsuki mentions that he’s about to head off to graduate school in a couple weeks to start studying for his PhD in chemical engineering and Izuku almost swerves the car in excitement.

“That’s so cool!” Izuku is practically vibrating in his seat. “We’re both in the engineering crew then! I’m getting my PhD in biomedical engineering!”

He’s smart too?? How the hell is this guy so perfect?

Katsuki’s eyebrows raise with curiosity. “What school are you going to?”

“UA!”

“Shit, me too.”

That means this might not be the last time Katsuki sees Izuku around. He wants to kiss the universe for giving him such a lucky break. Not as much as he wants to kiss the man next to him but whatever.

The car is only about a minute or two away from Katsuki’s apartment when Izuku suddenly brakes hard. Katsuki is startled by the abrupt jerking motion and is about to question what’s wrong when he notices a deranged looking man standing in front of the car. The stranger starts yelling curses and accusing Izuku of running him over even though that clearly didn’t happen.

How dare this man try to ruin Katsuki’s non-date Uber drive with Izuku?! The blonde is about to unbuckle his seatbelt and give this dude a piece of his mind when Izuku quickly pulls down his window and sticks his head outside.

“Try that on the next bitch! I have a dash cam, motherfucker!”

Oh. Katsuki didn’t think he could become even more whipped for this man, but he was just deliciously proven wrong. He doesn’t even try to calm down his racing heart this time.

The crazy stranger has a terrified expression on his face and promptly runs away to disappear into the night. Izuku grumbles for a bit at the inconvenience and then suddenly freezes in place, remembering that there was someone else in the car with him.

“Shi一Um…” Izuku rubs the back of his neck nervously and avoids Katsuki’s gaze. “That doesn’t happen very often…”

Katsuki is still too enamored to form any coherent words so he simply nods his head in acknowledgement. “Hm…”

“C-could you just forget that ever happened?”

As much as Katsuki wants to tease the nerd, he decides to save it for another day. Their time together is almost over and he wants to make the most of it, which is also why Katsuki can’t stop the next words from leaving his lips, “Nah, you’re good. That was kinda hot.”

Izuku lets out a strangled squeak and he turns red all the way from the bottom of his neck to the top of his head. The blush doesn’t die down even as they slowly approach Katsuki’s apartment complex.

Katsuki doesn’t move even as the car stops and Izuku parks. The blonde starts shaking a leg anxiously since he’s not entirely sure how to go about saying bye to Izuku. Hey, cut him some slack. He hasn’t been interested in anyone like this for the past four years. The only thing he can think of doing is pulling out one of the napkins he pocketed from the bar and borrowing one of the pens Izuku kept in his cup holder to write something down.

Izuku breaks the silence first, “I一it was nice meeting you, Kacchan! Maybe we’ll run into each other at school! W-we could study together or grab some lunch or something…only if you want to, of course! I don’t want to force you to hang out with me or anything.”

Now that won’t do.

Katsuki interrupts Izuku’s rambling as he roughly grabs onto the front of the freckled man’s jacket and pulls him in his direction. Katsuki hears Izuku let out a yelp as he stops the man’s  face a mere few centimeters from his own to give the other time to pull away if he wanted to. 

Katsuki holds his breath when Izuku doesn’t pull away. Instead, the nerd shuts his eyes closed and fills in the remaining distance between their lips. The two share a deep kiss for a few seconds before pulling away slightly and resting their foreheads against one another.

Despite the moment of peace, Katsuki suddenly feels overwhelmed by the situation and draws back quickly.

Izuku is startled when Katsuki shoves a napkin in his face and leaves the car with a resounding slam. When he looks down at the fallen napkin, he sees a phone number and the name ‘Kacchan’ signed underneath. If Katsuki had looked back at all he would’ve witnessed the absolute flustered, yet giddy mess he had left Izuku in.

Katsuki hastily makes his way up the stairs to his apartment and loudly shuts his front door behind him, uncaring if he just woke up his neighbors. He leans against the door and slides down.

I fucked up. Why couldn’t he do anything right? It was going so well! And, then he just had to go and get all worked up like a fucking weak ass一

Katsuki’s phone vibrates.

The blonde fumbles with his phone and turns on the screen without blinking.

Hi Kacchan! This is Deku! Maybe we could go see that new All Might movie together next week?

Did Katsuki gently put his phone down momentarily and kick his feet into the air while squealing like some stereotypical teenage girl getting a confession from her long term crush?

No. No, the fuck he did not.

…it’s not like anyone would ever know.

After having his moment of bliss, Katsuki responds to the text with a nonchalant ‘Sure, nerd. I’ll pick you up this time.’ before switching to the Uber app.

Katsuki gives Izuku a five star rating.

A/N: hehehehehehhehehehehhehehehheheheh