Sin

Professional Cotton-Eye-Joe Dancer

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god, mha fanfic is a diff breed, huh

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Ayo: Kiyoomi Sakusa, a character study.

Ayo: Same old, same old; a character study on Kiyoomi - not very well done, but it’s a helpful tool in understanding what type of Kiyoomi I want to write, so. On a more interesting note: dick and boobies ---> ===D (.)(.)

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Kiyoomi Sakusa has too many little things. 

Those small, tiny little details that add details to the bigger pictures - like freckles, noticeable but not overwhelming. Everything has a limit before people start to get sick of it and Kiyoomi is just one of those things. 

He lives his life in set of rules and regulations, harmless in singularity but overpowering when condensed together. He supposes that's the problem, not the fact Kiyoomi has them, but the little things start to become bigger the more and more they control. 

Some things are cute, like the fact Kiyoomi uses children toothpaste in the morning because mint too early gives him a headache. 

Some things aren’t, like Kiyoomi’s dietary restrictions. He can’t eat food not prepared in his own kitchen, can’t eat meat, hell, sometimes he will randomly wake up and decide certain food is unhygienic.

Small things become big things. Kiyoomi goes from a cute, picky child to a prickly, hard-ass adult. Kiyoomi doesn’t notice his quirks - his weirdness; most people expect him to be aware, to have a fundamental understanding of ‘normal’ vs ‘weird’, and sometimes he does, like his aversion of germs, but most of the time, he doesn’t. 

It’s easier to know with the bigger things, the things other people catch and feel the need to point out; The consistent things, the ones that Kiyoomi just doesn’t wake up with one day and has to deal with for the rest of his life, are easy to keep track of and compare to his peers. 

But here’s the dirty secret, Kiyoomi doesn’t actually know before hand. Some things are okay, some things are not and that’s that. People act like he should know, like he has a list of do’s and dont’s he can cross off until he reaches a conclusion. He doesn’t, though. He can guess, but Kiyoomi won’t know what’s okay until he experiences it. 

That’s the scary part, Kiyoomi thinks sometimes when he’s feel raw and vicious, not the being a freak, but the consistent unknowing. 

He might have a complete break down over JELLO, he has, or his day might go on completely average. He won’t know until he does. 

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Kiyoomi doesn’t do relationships: platonic or romantic. 

It’s not intentional, Kiyoomi doesn’t hide himself in shame; in the few media pieces that Kiyoomi can see pieces of himself reflected in, this is always the case: people outside of the norm hiding themselves away in fear of rejection or shame. Kiyoomi assumes that if he didn’t have a general distaste for people, he might also struggle with this. 

Kiyoomi simply, completely on accident, slips through life without forming a deep bond with anyone. Well, there’s Motoya. 

“You don’t count,” Kiyoomi had once explained to Motoya after Motoya’s protests on Kiyoomi having no friends. “I never had a choice in the matter.” 

“Aw, you’re so cruel to your only friend.” Motoya had whined back. 

So, Kiyoomi goes through his life without friendships or lovers. Not a single one; strangely, and Kiyoomi is only aware of the strangeness due to Motoya’s input, Kiyoomi doesn’t have a want for relationships. 

Kiyoomi doesn’t even wonder on the general, universal things, like kisses or going to the movies. Kiyoomi doesn’t really care, and how can you feel left out of something you don’t even want? 

Still. On the rare nights were Kiyoomi does care, does wonder, it’s less about the loneness and more about the act of missing out. To be a consent outliner in every niche group you should fit apart of is tiring. To be contently explaining to people who should understand is annoying. 

“The new K-drama I’m watching has a character with OCD,” Motoya once said, like it was relevant only because he was speaking to Kiyoomi.

“I don’t care,” Kiyoomi said. He didn’t know how to explain to his cousin the lonely truth that Kiyoomi will never see himself in media, that he was truly alone in his experiences. 

Then, strangely enough, Atsumu Miya becomes Kiyoomi’s first friend. 

They meet during the All-Youth-Training camp, but Kiyoomi doesn’t call Atsumu a friend until years later. Partly due to Kiyoomi’s own stubbornness, partly due to Atsumu just being a bastard. Atsumu is like a poison in that way, the more and more time you spend around him, the less potent his general assholery is. 

It doesn’t really make sense, not to Kiyoomi himself or any outsiders looking in, their friendship. Not at first, at least. It’s hard to really understand something when you’re standing in the middle of it -- the calm inside of the tornado and all that. It’s almost inevitable, their friendship. 

“You two are like...underhand serving and overhanding serving,” Hinata once told Kiyoomi in complete seriousness. He didn’t understand until Bokuto came in, nodding sage like: “Yea, yea. They’re like completely different but also the same thing.” 

It’s almost embarrassing that it took two idiots and a volleyball analogy to understand why Atsumu and Kiyoomi have always clicked. They can both understand each other. 

Atsumu doesn’t forgettingly touch Kiyoomi because he himself doesn’t like to be touched; he isn’t upset or put off by Kiyoomi’s rules and regulations because he knows what it’s like to have them ignored. 

It goes farther than just boundaries, much to Kiyoomi’s growing horror. They work the same job, share the same interests, have the same tart humor, the same lack of social norms. They are two people from the same cloth, different only by nuances. 

“Oh,” is Kiyoomi only response. 

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Kiyoomi Sakusa is unlovable. 

Not underserving, just impossible. He doesn’t want love, never has, and even if he did, the impossibility of finding someone capable of dealing with all the small pieces of Kiyoomi is just that...impossible. 

Kiyoomi would need to find a soulmate and how could he possibly do that without spending his entire life dedicated to the cause. No, Kiyoomi already has an all consuming love, and it’s volleyball. 

Motoya is the first, and only, person Kiyoomi tells this too. He phrases it as, “I’m unlovable.” because he is. Motoya misunderstands, makes this whole big deal and large display of it. 

“Who told you that?” He looks to be in pain, anger looks like that on him. Painful, like his face isn’t meant to hold it. Motoya doesn’t understand, because how can he? How can someone understand something that is so entirely outside, against, the thing they’ve been told their entire lives: Love is what makes life worth living. 

It’s only natural for him to get defensive on Kiyoomi’s behave, to chant ‘you are loveable. You are loved.’ like it changes something. Kiyoomi is unlovable and he doesn’t understand why everyone thinks it ruins him, that the only thing worth living for is love. 

Kiyoomi doesn’t think love is worth searching for because he can be happy without it. He is happy without it. 

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Atsumu doesn’t care how unlovable Kiyoomi is, because, impossibly, Atsumu loves him. 

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Lmao. Weirdo. I’m not the biggest fan of this, but eh, it’s not that big of a deal huh

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Ayo: Atsumu Miya, a character study.

cThis is a character study, or more arcuately: a character thought vomit, in relations to a fanfiction I have in progress. This is really rough right now and is a tool that is suppose to help me understand the version of Atsumu I want to write. It’s not suppose to be pretty or well written, so I won’t be accepting criticism on this. 

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Atsumu Miya doesn’t think he will fall in love. 

On a mid-summer day in high school, tongue heavy and sticky with the summer air, a pretty girl confesses. Atsumu doesn’t remember her name, or much about her really, but he does remember thinking: I don’t really care, followed by, she’s pretty. 

They break up in less than a week, her eyes puffy and nose red as she accuses Atsumu of liking volleyball more than her. 

“Of course I do,” Atsumu says. She’s pretty and a good kisser, sure, but she may as well be comparing a Zeus to a donkey. A pointless question with an obvious answer. 

“Yer a dick,” Osamu tells him later. 

Atsumu doesn’t really get it, not really. And as he gets older, with more and more exes, Atsumu finds that he doesn’t really get a lot of things when it comes to romance. 

Hand holding, for example. It’s sweaty, the consent pressure of skin sliding against skin is aggravating, and the lack of both hands brings more trouble than it’s worth. Apparently, hand holding is also a must in a relationship. 

“Yer a dumbass,” Osamu says after Atsumu rants about breaking up with a boy who held his hand. 

In their second year of high school, Osamu gets more confession letters than Atsumu. Not that Atsumu cares or counted, but he does; and, unlike Atsumu who accepts anyone, Osamu turns every single person down. 

“for someone who always hates dating, ya sure do it a lot.” Aran says one day, randomly and completely unprompted, like this is a sudden epiphany. Suna snorts from somewhere on the side lines and Atsumu doesn’t get that either: why this is so funny.

“I don’t hate dating,” Atsumu grumbles, weakly. 

Suna laughs again. 

The problem is this: Atsumu doesn’t hate dating, but he completely is uninterested in it. Atsumu doesn’t understand, and he never really does, but he does understand this. Whenever Atsumu is dating someone, he always thinks two things: I wish I was playing volleyball right now, or, this would be so more interesting if we were friends. 

Atsumu finds that it isn’t him that hates dating the other person, but vise versa. 

“You’re not serious enough,” A nerdy girl from a bar told him after a month of dating. Atsumu shrugs it off, he can’t help that jokes are natural to him and being sweet isn’t. 

“You just don’t care,” A buff guy from the gym tells Atsumu after he’s caught cheating. Atsumu shrugs then too, it’s true -- Atsumu really didn’t care the dude cheated on him, in all honesty, he’s happy to finally be able to go to the gym and listen to his music again. 

His longest relationship is with a baby blue eyed guy, it lasted 4 months, and even then, when it ended, Atsumu still didn’t really care. 

“I don’t think you’re capable of the love I need,” He’s told, Haru’s mouth twisted into a bitter sweet smile. 

So, no, Atsumu doesn’t think he’s capable of love. Not really. 

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Atsumu is selfish. 

Growing up with a twin does that to you, he justifies. Never mind the fact Atsumu is selfish and Osamu isn’t. 

It’s just a fact of life: The sun is yellow, cats meow, and Atsumu Miya doesn’t share. This causes a ray of issues, not for Atsumu Miya, because he, unabashedly, likes the way he is, but for other people in his life. 

“I only like ya ‘cause we’re twins.” Osamu voice is rough, callus after an evening of fighting. Atsumu punches Osamu on reflects, not really thinking about it. And he doesn’t really think about it afterwards either, not really. Only sometimes. 

Attention, spotlight. Atsumu claims them as his the moment he realized he could. On the court he’s always yelling the loudest, always making sure he and his plays are perfect. 

Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. 

And people do. They look at him. He knows other people can’t stand it, his consent need to preen and be better than them. His teammates don’t like him, they put up with him because he’s good, but Osamu is invited to sleep overs and birthday parties and Atsumu isn’t. 

Osamu always comes home and gives Atsumu an easier time than usual - the unspoken, sorry for leaving you behind. Atsumu doesn’t care, not really. Osamu thinks he does because Osamu cares, and maybe, the first few times it happed, Atsumu did care. 

Then Atsumu got invited to his first sleep over. He left early, bored and disappointed. No one wanted to talk or watch volleyball with him, it was all about girls this or about some stupid video game. So, Atsumu doesn’t really care because he doesn’t really care about people in general. 

“our teammates don’t like ya because yer better than them, they don’t like ya because yer an asshole ‘bout it.” Atsumu hits Osamu then too. Atsumu doesn’t think about it. Only sometimes. Only when his teammates get those looks that spur Atsumu from harmless bragging to intentional assholery. 

Then they join Inarizaki High School’s volleyball team and Rintarou Suna becomes Atsumu’s number one enemy. 

“He’s an asshole.” Atsumu reasons. 

“yer an asshole.” Osamu counters. 

The real problem isn’t that Suna is an asshole, which he is, but that he’s an asshole Osamu likes more than Atsumu. It’s a problem. Atsumu doesn’t usual worry or think about these types of thoughts, the ones that make him sound like a teenage girl. 

‘The joke isn’t even that funny.’ Osamu had acted like it was. Atsumu realized it wasn’t funny because he was an outsider to an inside joke and that just pissed him off more. 

Osamu spent more and more time with Rintarou fucking Suna and his own goddamn brother. Loneliness isn’t something Atsumu felt accustomed too, but in the months since Suna’s appearance, it’s something Atsumu became familiar with. 

Then, even when Osamu was with Atsumu, all he wanted to do was talk about Suna. “Rin this. Rin that.” It pisses him off even more. 

Atsumu Miya hates Rintarou Suna. This is a fact for the first half of their first year. Then, Osamu cries about Suna. And Atsumu still hates him, but now it’s less with jealousy, and more about brotherly instincts and an acute understanding that Suna wasn’t actually replacing him. 

Suna gets a girlfriend. Osamu cries. And Atsumu plans a murder. 

The murder plan is less murdery and more pranky. Osamu yells at him with a smile after finding out, pissed he messed with his Suna, and pleased that Atsumu cared enough to mess with Suna. 

Atsumu isn’t really sure how it happens, but along the lines of first and second year, Suna carves himself out a spot between Atsumu and Osamu. Not imposing, or replacing, just...there. There’s more girlfriends, more crying, but no more murder plans. 

And if you asked Atsumu, he still hates Rintarou Suna. But only a little bit. 

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Atsumu doesn’t like to be touched. 

This is something that just is. One of those things that everyone is aware of about themselves, like hair colour or allergies; Atsumu has always hated being touch, so there’s no room for an eye widening moment of understanding. 

It’s circumstantial, his whole no touching thing. Atsumu knows thats what makes it annoying, not just for other people, but for himself too. If he hated all touches, it would be a lot easier. “Don’t touch me,” is easier to say than giving a whole lists of when's, where's, and how's. 

A high-five is fine 9/10 times, doesn’t even have to be on the court either. Atsumu loves high fives, actually. They’re easy, simple, and a general accepted way of celebrations. Plus, in those rare moments of bad days and pure misery, high fives are easy to turn down. 

An arm around the neck is always a no go. Or a hug. Or anything else that feels incapsulating. 

People also are circumstantial too. Atsumu won’t touch Suna with a 9 foot pole, Atsumu chalks it up to hating the bastard. Osamu can get away with almost anything, and on bad days, when even Osamu touches pissed Atsumu off, he’s shockingly understanding about it. 

Atsumu suppose if you grew up with a brother who would cry and bite and hurt your parents for even hugging him, you too would learn boundaries pretty quickly. 

There’s a line and it moves without any explanations, that’s the hardest part for people to understand. Nothing is set in stone and Atsumu is always playing a guessing game on his own comfortability. 

He breaks up with people who touch him too much, too little, even people who he didn’t mind touching at first and then the line moves and Atsumu can no longer stand it. it’s annoying and frustrating, but Atsumu doesn’t think too much about it because it’s always been there. Tigers don’t question their stripes, so why would Atsumu. 

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And so, Atsumu doesn’t think he will fall in love. There’s simply too many cards to be dealt, too many rules to be matched, and who wants that? Who would could love Atsumu and who could Atsumu love in return?

Kiyoomi Sakusa, apparently. 

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A Haikyuu Draft of a Draft - The Kiss

As of right now, this project is under the temporary name: An Accidental Boyfriending. This the draft of the draft, if I ever get around to finishing this shit. I accept criticisms on dialog. A Kiyoomi and Atsumu character study.

The Kiss

The first kissed they shared wasn’t really romantic; or all that good, either. 

It’s three am and Kiyoomi is wide awake. He’s 22, a pro volleyball player, and he’s never kissed someone before. It’s not something that usually bothers Kiyoomi, and he’s not sure why now it matters, but it does. 

[Ayo: Kiyoomi’s age is defo gonna change here. Research needs to be done on plotline and every1′s age when they go pro, k]

On nights like these, were the night seems to stretch on forever and Kiyoomi can’t stop obsessing over things he’s not, he usually sleeps it off. Maybe, if it was early enough, Kiyoomi would call up Motoya and ask about the endless K-Dramas Motoya is always watching. But it’s late, Motoya’s asleep, and Kiyoomi isn’t. 

[Ayo: Motoya’s first k-drama was defo boys over flowers n he saw it on netflix, it’s canon i promise]

This time is different though; this time Kiyoomi has the phone number of one Atsumu Miya. 

It’s 3:45 am when Kiyoomi calls Atsumu in a night panic haze. Atsumu doesn’t answer until 3:55, voice gravely and thick with sleep. “Fuckin’ what?” 

[Ayo: Atsumu 100% is an early riser, like wake up at 5 am for a run weirdo, but is tots a little bitch whenever he’s awoken up before his alarm. Like full zombie mode with a splash of drag queen’s sass, yea. Make connections to this throughout the story, k.]

“I need to kiss you.” 

“Huh?” Atsumu does sound completely out of it, mumbling straight into the microphone. 

“I need to kiss you,” Kiyoomi repeats.

“Yea, but like, why now? It’s fuckin’ -” the sound of rustling and Atsumu’s voice sounds farther away the next time he speaks, “- 3:56 in the mornin’, can’t this shit wait till practice or somethin’?” 

The sunlight will awake Kiyoomi from this emotional haze and he’ll put this crisis behind him, chalking it up to the delirium of a hard week. He’ll wake up, still be 22 without a single pair of lips every touching his, and it makes him feel so universality alone.

“It’s romantic.” 

“No the fuck it ain’t - annoyin’ more like.”

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes, slipping on his shoes. “Fine, I’m in love with you and I no longer can contain this burning desire to have your lips on mine.” 

“Oh my fuckin’ god.” 

Atsumu hangs up. 

[Ayo: ive always wanted to write somethin where the main ship never says ‘wanna date?’ or like...confesses. idk just seems funny to me to just slowly build a relationship into a romantic one without all that much effort or like...intent ? yea - so Atsumu and Kiyoomi basicly soulmates n sorta just click tis is why they do shit like this so casually. ngl i really just wanna see if i can get these two married witout ever askin each other out lmao]

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Atsumu never locks his room. 

He threatens, arm wheeling and mouth foaming as he paces, bi-monthly to do it. Kiyoomi once sat through a thirty minute rant on bounderies and respect after Bokuto mistakenly took Atsumu’s room as his after a party -- drunk Bokuto is a very annoying Bokuto. 

But, after all the rants and notched up accent, Atsumu never actually goes through with his threats.

[Ayo: Ill probo delete this since i wanna reference Atsumu’s consently being awoken up -- prob use it as a reason 4 Atsumu sleepin over at Kiyoomi’s n shit -- so it will be a bit pointless to have this inner monolog bout shit we already know, yea. I also wanna have this scene of Bokuto n Atsumu written out properly]

[also, MSBY hasa dorm sitch goin on -- like theres a common room with a kitchen n main hanging out area. Every member gets their own room w personal bathroom -- optional housing. Kiyoomi doesn’t live there -- does have a room tho when he doesn’t wanna go home home after practice -- Atsumu does]

 Kiyoomi isn’t that surprised to find the room dark, Atsumu obviously fell asleep in the ten minutes it took for Kiyoomi to get here. Atsumu can be real loud if something is happening that he isn’t okay with, which is why Kiyoomi feels no guilt in ripping the comforter off of Atsumu. 

If Atsumu didn’t want to kiss Kiyoomi, Kiyoomi would already be fully aware by now. 

“Omi,” Atsumu half groans as he rolls onto his back. “You can’t just go around snatchin’ people’s blankets. What if I was sleepin’ naked?” 

Kiyoomi, because he’s not an actual asshole, asks, “Can I kiss you?” 

“Now you fuckin’ ask, not when - ugh, fine whatever.” Atsumu makes grabby hands at him, “come give me a smooch.” 

Kiyoomi nose scrunches, “not romantic at all.” 

Atsumu chuckles, dry and rough around the edges as Kiyoomi drifts closer, hands still clutching the comforter. There’s moonlight streaming in from the window, and along side with the lights of the city, it bathes Atsumu in an ethereal glow; it’s almost inimiate, with Atsumu half naked on his bed, head tilted back with an inviting laziness. 

Kiyoomi decides, as first kiss goes, this would isn’t half bad. 

Of course, Atsumu ruins it by opening his mouth to speak and breathing a wave of disguising morning breath all over Kiyoomi’s face. 

“Yer-umph,” Kiyoomi slaps a hand over Atsumu’s mouth. He gets a very confused look, eyebrows drawn up and eyelashes blinking in quick, erratic movements. 

“You need to brush your teeth.” 

Atsumu pulls Kiyoomi’s hand away from his mouth, “ya gotta be kiddin’ me. This is so many steps for a kiss I didn’t even ask for.” 

Kiyoomi leans far back on his heels, frowning slight; he feels bad for bothering Atsumu with such a random request and then demanding more after Atsumu already agreed to something simpler. 

Atsumu swings his legs over his bed, scratching as his chest. “if I’m brushin’ my teeth, so are you.” 

Kiyoomi trails after Atsumu, feeling pleasantly content. 

“Yer toothbrush is still here from last time.” 

The bathroom is too small to fit two, towering pro athletes, so Kiyoomi leans up against the doorway, watching as Atsumu brushes his teeth for the whole minute Kiyoomi insists on.   

When Atsumu’s done, he walks towards Kiyoomi with a slight swagger and teasing eyebrow lift, “Minty clean” He puckers his lips dramatically. 

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes, stepping back so Atsumu can slip out of the bathroom. “You’re insufferable.” 

[Ayo: Headcanon time, sorta. Both Atsumu n Kiyoomi dont like physical contact; obvs Atsumu is more chill with it than Kiyoomi, but like, Atsumu dont mind highfives n that type of shit but he aint real big on touches he can avoid, which is a pretty important thing that will be expand on farther. Love launage is just bigger than kisses, yea n I wanna show their progression of relationship throu how comfy they r with casual touches between each other, yea]

Atsumu laughs, “yer the one that wanna kiss me.” 

Kiyoomi flips Atsumu off, brushing hard at his teeth. Atsumu just laughs harder. 

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It isn’t until Kiyoomi is standing across Atsumu, does Kiyoomi realize that knowing how to kiss might be required for kissing someone. 

Atsumu, ever smooth, just raises his eyebrows.

Kiyoomi decides it can’t be that difficult, kissing is just lips on lips and so Kiyoomi goes for it. 

“Ow, what the fuck, omi? You said kiss, not pratcting banned WWE moves.” Atsumu is holding his face. 

Kiyoomi staggers away from Atsumu, his own nose stinging as he glowers at Atsumu. “It was a kiss.” 

Atsumu blinks, once, twice at Kiyoomi before folding at the waste in laughter, “That was not a kiss- assault maybe.” 

[Ayo: Atsumu speaks with a statement, pauses, and then farther explains the statement as above. just a way to keep dialog diff between ‘em. Also also, when feeling more emotions then usual -- like tiredness or anger -- Atsumu’s accent gets hella worse, hints why this scene it’s so heavy]

Kiyoomi face feels hot, lips pulling downwards as he glares at a Too-Amused-Miya, “Our lips touched, it was a kiss.”

Atsumu shakes his head, straightening up to his full stature. “Yer just bein’ prideful, itsa okay to be bad at kissin’ - I won’t tell anyone, promise.” 

Kiyoomi doesn’t doubt Atsumu, if there’s one thing he’s good for, it’s keeping a promise. 

[ayo: maybe do somethin with this? like Atsumu makes a promise and hella sticks to it for years, idk what tho so lmao]

“Not like anyone will believe you, anyways.” Kiyoomi challenges. 

Atsumu must be really feeling the lack of sleep now, because his eyes are droopy and his smile lopsided -- not the typical sly smirk that appears whenever they banter. Kiyoomi takes pity on him, just this once. 

“Good night, thanks for letting me kiss you.” It’s a lost for Kiyoomi, they both know it, but Atsumu lets it slide with only a prideful smirk. 

“Good night, Omi-Omi. M’happy to help.” 

“Don’t call me that,” Kiyoomi says on his way out, having to keep his dignity somewhat. 

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Later that evening, when dusk is starting to appear and Kiyoomi is half asleep standing up with Motoya’s voice in his ear, he announces: “I kissed someone.” 

There’s a break in the nonestop chatter about whatever Motoya was watching before Kiyoomi called, then a sharp inhale followed by an overly excited vomit of of questions.   

“Who? When? Wait, go back to who first. Who did you kiss? I didn’t even know you were interested in, well, in general. Who?” 

[ayo: Defo change this but a rough draft is meant to be...ugly so] 

Kiyoomi sighs, squaring up his shoulders as he shuffles towards his bed. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought it up, however, if Motoya found out Kiyoomi didn’t mention it the day it happened, he would have been even more insufferable. And pouty, so goddamn pouty. 

“Atsumu.” 

“Oh, well, huh. Why him?” 

Kiyoomi lays down on his bed, staring up at his ceiling. 

“Well,” Kiyoomi starts. He hears Motoya take a sharp breath in, and Kiyoomi can practically see him leaning forward in anticipation. “He answered the phone.”

Motoya lets out a long sigh. 

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The writing style is defo gonna change; for a rough rough draft, I like to keep things as simple as possible while also staying as comfortable as possible, so it’s pretty boring ngl. 

This fanfic is going to cover a shit ton of years, but I also want it to be as simple and short as possible, so I’m probo gonna do that summery + detailed moments style. 

This story is also gonna be sectioned into three different acts: The before friendship. The during friendship. And the romantic relationship. This scene takes place during the early climb of ‘During’. It’s super imporant to me that they are 100% besties before getting together, here neither of them hold any romantic feelings for each other -- they’re just two bros kissing it up. 

That’s it. If you’re a real person reading this and not just me, then lmao.  

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Awww, the psycho demon king is insecure about his complexion

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Lmao guess who found an editing app? I did. I would like to claim to be self taught but Tiktok held my hand for this one boys.

(Note: while the colouring is mine, the original drawing is NOT - I have no fucking clue who drew it. If any of y'all know, please let me know.)

(The time laps is pretty boring, but if that's your thing - go for it.)

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This anime: *exists*

Me, after spending a whole day of my life watching this anime: *frustrated noise*

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Hmmm, I don't know man. Its cute but something about this anime makes me uncomfy.

Nahhhh must be just my imagination.

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My bros, I will never mentally cover from the fact that instead of texting K or KK as any other normal middle schoolers. I texted KKK. BRO. WHY DID NO ONE STOP ME.

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Me: Oh look at this super cute and sweet anime girl :) I love her

10 minutes farther into the episode: I am emotionally traumatized and scarred. I now have trust issues and can no longer use technology.

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How can my Instagram feed be: This Man Treats The CEO The Same Way as The Janitor. You Won't Believe What Comes Next.

And my tiktok is just: Ooooga Booga Big Milkers on Big Vamp Mommy

Like how are these so opposite???? What posts am I not liking to get Big Milkers Mama ????????

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Awwwwwww! Someone drew fan art for my fanfiction! Thank you so much!

Please go check them out, they're so cool!

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[a-hidden-weeb-an-open-queer]

MHA but it's a wattpad werewolf fanfiction. P1.

As a werewolf wattpad author myself, I am taking the library to mock this strange culture phenomenon.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and abusive fathers, nothing super graphic. Slut shaming. Possible hints at beasality (???). And no spell checking. Read at your own risk.

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A/N: omg guyz!!!!! im so excited to share this story idea ahhhhh but I'm also super nervous please b nice :)))))))) also to all the haters I'm sorry you're peanut butter jealous of me >:}

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Hello, my name is Izuku Midorya! I am a 4'1 greenette with wide beautiful jade orbs and a slim body. Sadly, I'm very ugly :( because I wear glasses and enjoy comics and other geeky things that other people don't.

Today is my first day at ForestWood High school and I'm super nervous. Everyone at my last highschool hated me because I was super ugly and shy.

"Izuku, sweetie, get up you're gonna be late to school!" My mom whispered yelled through my door.

I gasp, my jade eyes blinking open in panic. I had another nightmare about my abusive acholic dad beating me :(

"C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Ccoming mom." I stuttered.

I slip out of the soft comforters of my bed and quickly made my way to the mirror. My messy, green hair and beautiful jade orbs staring blinking at me. I frown. My ugly freckles are ugly against my super smooth and milky skin. God, I hated how I looked.

"Honey?" My mom whispered yelled again.

My abusive acholic dad used to beat her whenever he spoke higher than a whisper so now her voice is permanently damaged and she can't speak higher than a whisper ever again. Damn him!!!!!!

"Sorry! I'll be down quickly!" I gasped.

I totally forgot it was my first day at ForestWood High school - i hope the other kids don't bully me for my super ugly glasses and totally weird hobbies like reading comics or listening to Panic At The Disco!

I quickly pull on my vans, my best pair of jeans, and the cutest long sleeve shirt I have. It has to be long sleeved cuz my abusive acholic dad left burn scars all over my arms.

I look at myself through the mirror and nod happily - I am still super ugly tho.

"Hmmmm, it feels like I'm missing something....Oh!" I pulled on my glasses, almost forgetting them. Wow I'm such a klutz!

Laughing to myself, I climb down the stairs and find my mommy in the kitchen making breakfast.

"Hi sweetie! I hope you aren't too stressed out about moving in the middle of sophomore year. It's just that we needed a new start after your abusive acholic father was arrested for a DUI." She whisper yells.

I nod. "No I understand mother."

She smiles. "Okay sweetie, so long you are happy. Do you want me to drive you?"

"No thanks" it's so lame to have your mom drive you too school, I think to myself.

My mom lays down a plate full of eggs, bacon, cheese, pancakes, sausage, and beans. I smile and take a piece of toast "thanks for breakfast mom" i say as i run outside.

"You're welcome honey!" She whisper yells back.

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Everyone is staring at me as I walk into the door of WoodForest High School. They all stare wide eyed before turning around to gossip to each other.

I nervously look down, clinching the schedule my student console gave me. Already the weirdo :( it must be the Naruto shirt I'm wearing.

Since I was looking down nervously, I didn't see the slut in front of me. I let out a gasp, body falling backwards as my papers are all scattered to the floor.

"Omg I am sooooooooooooo sorry!" I cried out, head snapping upwards.

Across from me sat the slutties person I've ever seen!!! With a skin tight, thigh high dress, super long heels, and a face full of makeup, he looked like a low-end prostitute.

"Omg! You better be sorry! My father just got me these heels! Ugh! Stupid human!!!!!" He said, beautiful blonde hair shining and gray eyes twinkling with anger.

"I-I-Im-" I stuttered.

"Just fucking shut up you stupid fucking whore omfg this is why i wanted Alpha Todorki to fucking kill all the humans and shit but nooooo that was genocide and bad. Ughhuuuy stupid ass fucking bitch." He yells down at me, standing up from the floor.

Around me the whole student body stares, most laughing or throwing in their own insults. Tears fill my jade orbs as I sniffle.

The slut huffs, spinning on his heels as he marches down the hallway. Everyone watches his ass as he goes because damn.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" A kind and gentle voice calls out. I turn to see a beautiful brownette standing before me and I blush - she's so cute and nice!

"You must be the new guy! Hi! I'm Ochako~ and the person who just rudely left you sitting on the floor is Momoma - he's sorta the Queen Bee around here. And a mythic bitch" (A/N: if you got that reference plsssssssss be my friend 😭)

Ochako helps me pick up the single piece of paper I dropped when I ran into Momoma.

"Wait, how do you know I'm knew?" I ask confused.

Ochako laughs, sounding suspiciously nervous. Weird...

"Uh....its a small town and every one sorta knows every one hahahaha! OH! It looks like you have Mr. Aizawa first period, so do I! He's sorta of a hardass but is also super kind!"

I nod, "okay!" We walk down the hallway together.

"Hey, do you think you can tell me more about this school?" I ask, not wanting to repeat the same thing I rid with MoBitch.

Ochako nods, "sure! Well this school isn't like most because we have two packs right next to each other -" ochako's eyes widen as she looks my way. I am confused. "-I mean! Not packs. No. That's weird. Wolf like. I meant...families. Two different families and we don't like each other and we don't have many outsiders hahahha"

I blink before nodding, "that makes sense. Who are these families?" I asked like a good main protagonist.

Ochako continues with the NPC dialog. "Well first you have the Todorokis - Alpha, i mean, leader Todoroki is a real hard ass. His son is unmated, I mean, is currently not in a relationship. He's weird but nice. Then there are the bakugos. Alpha...leader Bakugo is real nice! I love her cooking but her son is super mean and is a bad boy so stay away from him. He's also single."

I nod as we come up to a science classroom, "thank you."

"Well, here we are! First period of the day! Ready for hell on earth?" She asks me with a wink.

I take her arm in mine, "only if you're ready to talk along side with me."

She laughs, "of course we're best friends after all."

"I've known you for five minutes."

"What?"

"Nothing."

We step into the classroom, arm in arm. I feel ready to face any weirdos or bad boys.

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A/N: omggggg that was so much fun 2 write and i feel like it was really good. Please comment and like :))))) it makes me happy and I'm very sad :(((((( love you alll!!!!!!! Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxozoozz

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Yo whores, bros, and other nonbinary folks, Naruto? Yeah that shit is shit. Sorry >.<

Big shocker when I say this, but the systems in Naruto make little to no sense. From the hospital system to the education system, all of it SUCKS.

And one of the biggest offender is ANBU - yea those bitches.

ANBU are suppose to be the eliet, the best of the best, the type of soldiers that follow all orders and can kill with their pinkies.

Woah. Weird. Because what we get are little pussies.

In order to keep my sanity, I've convinced myself that it's done on purpose - because pointing out bad writing is more boring then desperately trying to excuse bad writing in the form of head canons and theories.

You cannot tell me otherwise that the ANBU was created by a drunk Hashirama and everyone just went, "you got it, boss man."

The system is so deeply flawed that it's getting soldiers killed - good soldiers. And when you run out of quality, you replace it with quantity.

The ANBU is built to accept the highest portion of people who are willing to sell their souls to their government. The way to do this is easy, you make the test easy - that's right, it's all a lie hoes.

Now, how do I know that Hashirama drunkly came up with this system? Well...i dont because SOMEONE doesn't give us good historical backstories - but I theorize this is how it went down.

BECAUSE NONE OF IT MAKES ANY SENSE.

First of all, why the masks?

"B-but Weeb-san, the masks are to identify and give a persona to ANBU soldiers"

Incorrect, ignorant fake person who I made up for this argument.

You see, you don't want your unidentifiable ops to be...identify. We know that ANBU ops keep the same mask all throughout their career, so what's stopping a gossiping citizen from recognizing the same ANBU? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I bet my whole ass that there would be an underground Bingo book about ANBU ops, because oh, look at that: All it takes is a single person to record an ANBU's mask and abilities to completely nullify the whole point of ANBU.

The people who need to be identifying the ANBU are the same people who allowed to know the identities of ANBU - making the whole mask system fucking pointless.

Now, look, I'll admit that the whole 'adopting a persona to make you feel less shitty about murdering an entire family' is a valid argument - IF their personas wasn't so obvious.

So here's what you should do to fix it:

Keep the mask idea, but have them all be the same.

Keep the personable names, but allow them to be assigned by an overseeing captain or be personally choose - it's important to have these names to be personal and not just numbers; an easy way to forget who you are and going insane is by being completely stripped of who you are.

Oh. By the way, it's super easy to identify people outside of ANBU masks.

An example: when Kakashi was in ANBU, his hair and voice was unchanged.

How the fuck did no one go: "huh, it might be easy to identify this literal child genius based off his squeaky voice and weird ass hair. We should probably hide it with THE LITERAL HUNDREDS OF JUTSU THAT WERE CREATED EXACTLY FOR THIS REASON."

Oh, and right, let's not forget the tattoos.

No, you didn't hear me incorrect: the organization that no one is suppose to be aware that you're apart of gives you a tattoo. A tattoo. Right.

Can you guess where they're suppose to go? That's right bitch, on the shoulder. Right. Sure. Okay.

What, are ANBU suppose to fuck with their shirt on for the rest of their life? Oh sorry, I forgot the ANBU actively discourages having a life outside of being mindless shoulder because that's defiantly not a recipe for disaster - my bad.

"Oh but Weeb-san this is so they can assure that no one can copy and pretend to be an ANBU."

Yes, yes, I'm aware that the ANBU typical unform shows the shoulders. That's great. Sadly, there is a magical system in place which literally have zero limitations - looking at you space rabbit. Trust me, a tattoo is not the solution here.

So how do we fix this:

Add seals to the back of the mask to make it A.) Impossible to remove without the correct hand seals (which should change weekly btw) B.) Makes all voices monotone and androgynous.

Use the magic system. Please for fucks sake, use it. Everyone should have the same appearance; looking badass isn't an excuse for being a dumbass.

The tattoo system is in place to avoid the ANBU from being infiltrated. Allow me to quickly say: infiltrating ANBU will have to be done by someone who has inside information - the ANBU literally have their own sign language. Plus, I'm sure the members are close enough to realize when someone isn't suppose to be there. Overall, the tattoo system is fucking pointless. Just get rid of it.

Some headcanons~

Therapy. Seriously. There should be a mandatory check up every three months. You're telling me we have a whole clan who specialize in mental health and we aren't going to use them? Fucking dumbass.

ANBU headquarters should hold everything a person would need: sleeping quarters, cafeteria, medic area, and rec area. For most ANBU this is a life style; it makes no sense to force PTSD riddle, lonely soldiers into normal population unless they actively choose it.

I do believe this is cannon-ish, but teams should created for a single specialization.

There should be captain and co-captain; this is just to assure that a dumbass decision isn't made. Or teams should have a voting system.

Retirement should be encourage. Shocker, but having a useless teammate is very dangerous. If someone is incapable of continuing in ANBU they should be discharged and put into a different branch where they can be even more useful.

ANBU should be a very respectful position and shouldn't be taboo to talk about or anti-famous. This is less about the organization and more about how the public perceives them - I just find it very weird that being ANBU isn't idolized by children or lower ranked shinobi.

I defiantly forgot a few points, but honestly who gives two shits? I'll just edit it later lmao.

See you later, sexy mamas~

Xoxo

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I'm not saying I'm dyslexic but I am saying I read Sukuna as Sakura for 15 episodes and through multiple fanfictions

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Why are people complaining about the creator of sk8 saying that both Cherry Blossom and Joe were attracted to Adam? I don’t get it. Like we’ve seen in multiple scenes, especially the flashback scenes of them, that they were very close and there was something else going on. So why is everyone freaking out about?

Like sure you don’t know to like Adam, I mean he is the antagonist for a reason, but he’s still an attractive character who meant a lot to Cherry and Joe at some point.

This information isn’t the end of the world. In fact it was kind of obvious

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I Don't Like All Might.

Today, I woke up and decided to choose death; so here I am, sharing my dislike for All Might.

I don't dislike All Might because he's a bad person (he's not); I don't dislike him because he's a bad teacher (he's...average) or because he's a bad mentor (...), but how the Manga/Anime handles All Might.

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All Might and Izuku's Relationship:

Let's just quickly admit it to ourselves, no matter how much you love All Might, that he isn't made for mentoring. The man is literally the greatest hero of all time, but that doesn't mean he has the qualifications to teach a child how to be a hero - and it shows.

All Might and Izuku's first meeting is on a rooftop, not only does All Might tell a teenage boy his dream is impossible due to his genetics, but he also tells Izuku that his smiles are all fake to hide his own terror. All Might told a 14 year old boy that he, the symbol of peace and greatest hero of all time, is scared - right after explaining that his time of being a hero is running out.

Adults shouldn't disclose adult, personal topics to children THEY DON'T KNOW. They shouldn't tell a child THEY DONT KNOW to "see reality" and ruin their dreams - this isn't All mights job; he isn't Izuku's teacher or parent here. And he did all of this on a ROOFTOP and didn't even bother to see Izuku down safely.

All Might rewarded and encourage Izuku's recklessness and lack of self care of his own life - something that becomes a common occurrence for Izuku.

Was what Izuku did a good thing? Yes. Izuku saved another life; but, he put himself in a dangerous situation just for the possibility of success. While Izuku shouldn't be condemned for his actions of heroism, he shouldn't be put on a pedestal and told that putting his life in risk saved Katsuki. And, to top it off, All Might gives Izuku his quirk for such behavior. All Might never explains to Izuku why this behavior isn't healthy and shouldn't be repeated.

All Might offers up his quick to Izuku, a 14 year old, impressionable child who idealizes and romanticizes hero work. He never mentions AFO. How dangerous hero work actually is. How much extra danger Izuku will be put in by mentoring underneath All Might. And the side effects of OFA (Note: All Might does make a comment about Izuku's limbs flying if he used OFA as he was. But, only AFTER, Izuku accepted and started training. And he didn't mention of OFA would hurt Izuku after his training.) Oh. And no one tells Inko. Allow me to repeat that: NO ONE TELLS THE MOTHER OF THE CHILD WHO JUST ACCEPTED A DANGEROUS QUIRK AND POSSIBLE DEADLY MENTORING ABOUT SAID QUIRK AND MENTORING. Right. Okay.

(Note: I can't find the exact manga panel where Izuku lies to his mother about OFA, so here are a few people talking about it.)

Shocker, but 14 year olds aren't mentally capable of understanding how dangerous or life altering it can be to accept such an offer All Might gives Izuku. All Might should have waited. Should have talked to Inko first. Should have taken a second thought before impulsively offering Izuku something that could have potentially killed him. And NO ONE TELLS INKO.

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I only went two volumes in and this is the massive load of shit All Might has already collected - and I only focused on Izuku and All Might's relationship.

But these reasons aren't why I dislike All Might. No. I dislike All Might because he never gets punished - Izuku does; And that's just so fucking sad and so fucking wrong.

Anyways, peace out losers. Maybe I'll be back for another round of beating up All Might. Who knows.