As if fate brought us together, you came back to this place, to me. Your memories still linger, moments like it was yesterday. The cold breeze that crept my skin was replaced by warmth. How could I hold back when youโre near? How can I not be restless every time I see that same smile on your face? I canโt help but call your name everydayโin quiet nights even. It feels like an eternityโฆsince I had you here with me.
The forest behind the shrine was not for wandering. Thatโs what your grandmother said, at least. She runs the Inarizaki shrine nowโcaretaker, keeper of stories, wrinkled hands and sharp tongue softened only when she brewed your tea.
โDonโt go too far behind the torii,โ she warned. โHe still lives there.โ
Youโd laugh. โThe kitsune?โ
Sheโd only looked at you and said, โNot everything you forget forgets you back.โ
Cryptic. As always. You didnโt believe in old gods. You were just a tourist-turned-returnee, back in Japan after too many years abroad, staying with your grandmother to rest and reconnect. But something in the forest did call to you. So you wandered. Just a little too far. The path behind the shrine turned quickly wild, wrapped in moss and wind and quiet you couldnโt name. You meant to just follow the curve of the riverโbut soon the trees grew denser, and you were properly lost. Your phone had no signal. The sun was dipping. Still, you werenโt scared. Not really. You were digging through your small backpack for your water bottle when a rustle behind you made you pause. You turned. And thereโhalf-shadowed beneath a maple treeโstood a fox.
Your breath caught. It wasnโt small. Its fur shimmered silver-gray in the light, its gray eyes were as thick as the thunderstorm. A creature of instinct shouldnโt look at someone like that. But you didnโt know that. You only knew it looked tired. So very, very tired.
โHey, little guy,โ you said softly, kneeling. โYou okay?โ The fox didnโt move. Just watched. Curious. Quiet. You reached into your bag again.
โWellโฆI was saving this for the walk back, but I guess I can share.โ You unwrapped the onigiri your grandmother had packed for you. Simple, but neat. She always said, โFood is a love languageโdonโt waste it.โ
You broke it in half and held one piece out, palm flat. โHere,โ you said gently. โYou look like you need it more than I do.โ The fox stared at you. Thenโhesitantlyโit stepped closer. And took it. Your heart fluttered. You didnโt know why. You reached out without thinking and gently brushed your hand over its head. Its ears twitched, but it didnโt pull away.
โYouโre soft,โ you murmured. โYou must belong to someone.โ The fox ate slowly, like it hadnโt had rice in years. Like the gesture meant something deeper than hunger.
โฆ
Osamu hadnโt meant to reveal himself. He hadnโt taken his human form in days. Something about the season always made him restless. He wandered the woods to quiet the ache in his chestโan ache without name or cause, only a sense of missing. And then youโd appear. Kneeling like you had a hundred years ago. Holding an onigiri like you used to. He almost dropped it when he took it from your hand. The taste was different, simpler, but the warmthโthe kindness, the scent of youโwas exactly the same. No one had touched him like that since you...left.
No one had looked at him with soft eyes and called him little guy like you once did, when he had no name, only nine tails and centuries of silence. He stared at your retreating figure long after you left. Tail still. Mind racing.
She gave me an onigiri. She gave me an onigiri again.
โฆ
That night, you told your grandmother about the fox. She stilled.
โGray fur?โ she asked. โGray eyes?โ
You nodded. โYeah. He was soโฆ calm. Weirdly calm. Like he knew me.โ
Your grandmother didnโt speak for a moment. Then she got up, pulled something from an old wooden drawer, and handed it to you. It was a faded photograph. Sepia-tinted. It was a woman who looked just like you.
โShe used to bring food to the shrine every week,โ your grandmother said softly. โSaid she loved someone who couldnโt love her back in the usual way.โ
You stared at the photo. Then back at her. โIs thisโ?โ
โShe called him โOsamu.โโ
Your chest tightened.
โShe gave him onigiri too.โ
Up in the trees, in his human form now, Osamu sat beneath the moon, half-eaten onigiri still beside him. His fingers curled slowly. His chest was too full. His throat was too tight.
โโฆIt canโt be,โ he whispered to the dark. But the rice still tasted like a memory and your hand still felt like home.
โฆ
A few days after your strange encounter in the woods, your grandmother eyed you over her teacup and said, โYou look tired.โ
โIโm fine,โ you replied, stretching your sore shoulders. โJust a little sore from all the walking.โ She hummed. Then, as casually as if she were suggesting a second helping of rice, said
โGo take a bath. The hot springs in the forestโthe quiet ones behind the shrine. Not the tourist ones.โ
You blinked. โThereโs a spring in the woods?โ
โOf course,โ she sniffed. โBeen there longer than any of us. Not many people go anymore, but itโs still clean. Still warm.โ She set down her cup. โMight do you some good.โ You hesitated. Something in her tone feltโฆknowing.
โYouโre not sending me out there as bait, are you?โ
Her lips twitchedโhalf a smile. โWould it matter if I was?โ
Late that afternoon, with a towel in your bag and a thermos of tea in hand, you followed the worn path sheโd described. It veered deeper into the trees, behind the shrine, then curved toward a sloping hill wrapped in steam and silence. And there it was. The spring. Tucked between old rocks and tangled moss. Still. Gentle. Beautiful. The steam rose in soft clouds, catching the gold of late sunbeams. No sound but leaves, wind, and water trickling nearby. It feltโฆ untouched. Sacred. You changed behind one of the large boulders and slowly eased yourself in. Warmth swallowed you instantly. Your muscles melted. You exhaled.
โOkay, Grandma. You win this one.โ
You leaned back, shoulders dipping below the surface, arms floating loosely as your eyes slipped shut. The warmth wasnโt just physicalโit curled around your bones like memory. Like something in the water recognized you. You didnโt knowโthat just beyond the trees, concealed in shadow, a fox watched you. Silver-gray. Eyes focused on you. Osamu crouched low in the underbrush, heart pounding in a way it hadnโt in decades.
He hadnโt meant to follow you. Not consciously. But when he felt your presence near the old springโthe one she had once lovedโheโd come without thinking. And now here you are. Neck arched as you tilted your head back. Smiling faintly, eyes closed, steam curling around your cheeks. He knew that expression. He had seen it a hundred years ago. In another life. In your life.
You used to bathe here after praying at the shrine, humming old folk songs and tossing rice flour treats into the woods for the spirits. You had always brought extraโโIn case heโs hungry,โ youโd whisper with a soft grin. Youโd always looked peaceful in this water. Even now, lifetimes later, you did. Osamu swallowed hard. He didnโt shift into his human form. Didnโt speak. He justโฆwatched, silently. Something about you stirred a restless ache in his chest. Familiar. Heavy. He didnโt understand it yet.
Didnโt know why he felt drawn, again and again, toward your laugh, your scent, your presence. But the spring remembered. The forest did too. And somewhere deep inside himโฆso did he. He turned away before you opened your eyes. But his tail lingered, flicking once. As if reluctant to leave you behind.
โฆ
Later that night, wrapped in a robe, you returned to the shrine with damp hair and glowing skin.
Your grandmother glanced at you from the kitchen doorway. โBetter?โ
You nodded. โThe spring feltโฆ I donโt know. Familiar.โ
โMm,โ she said, turning back to her simmering pot. โIt should. That was your favorite place once.โ
You paused. โYou mean when I was little?โ
She didnโt answer. She just added a pinch of salt, and said, โYou always used to leave extra rice cakes for the foxes.โ Up in the woods, Osamu sat perched high on a branch, the moon bathing his human form in soft silver light. An untouched onigiri rested beside him, left at the edge of the spring. You hadnโt seen him. But youโd left it anyway. He looked down at it. Then smiled.
I HIGHLY advice to prepare tissues before you read... advance apologies my dear beloved readers. Another day of feeding onto your tears has come. I hope you enjoy!!
Immediate denial. Loud, desperate, panicked denial. โNo. No, youโre wrong. Thatโs notโฆ no, thatโs not right. Thatโs not funny. Donโt say that. Donโt say that to me.โ Heโs shaking his head so hard, hands in his hair, pacing because he canโt stand stillโlike if he just keeps moving, this reality canโt catch him. His chest feels too tight to breathe properly. His voice breaks. โI just saw themโฆ I just talked to themโฆThey said theyโd see me laterโฆโ His knees give out when it finally sinks in. Bokuto cries like something inside him is being physically ripped apart. Loud, unrestrained sobs that sound like theyโre tearing his throat raw. He curls in on himself, fists gripping at his clothes, like heโs trying to hold himself together with his bare hands. โI canโtโฆ I canโt do thisโฆ I donโt know how to do this without youโฆ I donโt want toโฆโ His apartment feels too quiet. Too big. Too empty without your laughter in it. Your last words to him. The last smile. The last hug. He replays it again and again, trying to memorize it because heโs terrified of forgetting. Regret hits him hard. โDid I tell them enough? Did they know how much I loved them? Did they feel safe with me?โ He feels helplessโฆlost. Like he couldnโt protect the most important person in his life. His energy disappears almost overnight. The loud, bright Bokuto everyone knows goes silent. He shows up to practice, but heโs slower. He jumps less. He smiles less. Akaashi notices immediately. Kuroo and the others try to reach out, but Bokuto waves them off with forced smiles. Alone, he breaks down constantly. At home. In the shower. Lying in bed clutching your pillow like it might bring you back. Seeing couples together and feeling something sharp twist inside him. He talks to you out loud, even when no oneโs there โAre you watching? Can you hear me? I miss you so muchโฆ pleaseโฆ just give me a sign youโre okayโฆโ Bokuto becomes quieter. Gentler. More careful with his words. He hugs his friends more. Tells them he loves them more, even if it embarrasses them. He carries you with him everywhereโin his thoughts, in the quiet way he looks up at the sky before every match. Volleyball helps him healโฆ but it doesnโt fix the hole your absence left behind. Waking up and forgetting for a second that youโre gone. Reaching for his phone, instinctively wanting to tell you about something stupid that happened. He realizes heโll never hear you laugh again. Never feel your hand in his again. The silence. Bokuto thrives on noise, on connection, on loveโฆ without you, everything feels muted.
"Iโll keep playing. Iโll keep living. Iโll keep tryingโฆ because I know thatโs what youโd want. But Iโll never stop missing you. Not ever."
Yamaguchi goes quiet. Completely quiet. His mouth opens like heโs about to speak, but no words come out. His stomach drops. His hands go cold. His mind goes blank except for one overwhelming thought: โNoโฆ not themโฆ not themโฆโ His first instinct is disbelief. He shakes his head. โNo, thatโs not right. Youโre wrong. Theyโre okay. Theyโre fine.โ He then drops to his knees. Tears. Immediate tears. Not loud sobbing at firstโjust silent, heavy crying. His vision blurs, his breath stutters. He whispers your name, over and over, like heโs trying to call you back. His friends, especially Tsukishima, would try to steady him, but thereโs no steadying Yamaguchi through this. โI shouldโve told them I loved them more.โnโWere they scared? Did they know I wouldโve been there if I could?โ He spirals fast, thinking of every tiny mistake he made, every moment he shouldโve cherished harder. He blames himself even though itโs not his fault. He replays your last smile, your last conversation, wondering if you knew how much you meant to him. Yamaguchi becomes quieter. Even more fragile in ways most people wonโt notice unless they look closely. He still smiles for others, but his smiles are smaller, sadderโฆtired. He avoids places you used to go together, avoids songs you loved. He leaves your contact untouched in his phone. He visits where you rest with flowersโsoft, gentle gestures because thatโs all he can do now.
"You promised youโd stay and watch me become strongerโฆ so Iโll keep going. Iโll keep trying. Iโll carry your love with meโฆ forever."
His first response is cold. Not because he doesnโt care, but because he shuts down immediately. โโฆYouโre lying.โ His voice is flat, monotone, but inside his heart is racing. His stomach drops. His chest feels like itโs caving in. His brain rejects it. He thinks itโs some sick joke. Youโre supposed to be fine. Youโre supposed to text him later. He isolates himself. Doesnโt want anyoneโs sympathy. He doesnโt answer texts, avoids eye contact, and avoids conversations. Heโs crueler than usual, snapping at people, brushing off concern with sarcasm. โPeople die. It happens. What do you want me to do about it?โ But no one buys it. Not really. They can see it in his tired eyes, the way his hands tremble when he thinks no oneโs looking. At home, alone? He crumbles. He sits in the dark, staring at his phone โ your last message, old photos, your playlist still saved in his library. Silent grief. His hands over his face, over his mouth, trying to hold it together but utterly failing. Heโs angry. Not at you, at the world, at himself. โWhy didnโt I stop you? Why wasnโt I there? Why didnโt I say more?โ Wonders if he made you feel loved enough. Tsukishima isnโt good at expressing himself, and now he hates himself for every time he pushed you away with sarcasm instead of just saying, โI love you.โ He realizes too late how much you softened him. He visits your grave but never speaks. He just stands there with clenched fists, jaw locked, tears in his eyes but refusing to fall.
"Iโm sorry I didnโt say it enough. You deserved someone better at loving youโฆ but you chose me anyway. I hopeโฆ wherever you areโฆ you know I never stopped."
Suna justโฆ stops. No dramatic reaction. No yelling. No wide-eyed disbelief. He simply goes still, his face unreadable, lips pressed into a thin line. โโฆWhat?โ He asks it once. Just once. Not because he didnโt hear itโbecause his brain refuses to process it. The silence afterward feels louder than anything. His heart feels like itโs sinking into something cold and heavy. He doesnโt cry right away. He doesnโt scream. He goes home. Closes the door, locks it. He sits down on the floor, back against the wall, staring at nothing. Thatโs when it really hits him. Youโre not coming back. His hand covers his mouth as the first broken sound escapes himโquiet, guttural, like heโs choking on his own breath. Tears fall, slow but unstoppable. His body curls in on itself like heโs trying to make himself smaller, less visible to the pain. The last time you said goodbye. The last time he heard your voice. He replays it over and over in his mind, torturing himself with it.
Wonders if he shouldโve noticed something. Wonders if he shouldโve held you tighter. โWas I enough? Did you know how much I loved you? Did I show it enough?โ Regret eats at him in the quiet hours. He hates how fast the world keeps moving without you. Suna pulls away from everyone. He shows up to practice because itโs automatic, because itโs a routine he can hide behind. His teammates notice how much quieter he is, how distant. His humor vanishes. His sarcasm dulls. He scrolls through your photos, reads your old texts like theyโre letters from another lifetime. He doesnโt talk about you out loudโฆnot yet. It hurts too much. He sleeps alone in a bed that feels too big, too cold without you beside him. He keeps your hoodie and even wears it when the nights hurt too much. He doesnโt believe in โforeverโ anymore. Not really. Sometimes he talks to you in his head โI hope youโre somewhere peaceful. I hope youโre warm. I hope you knewโฆ I love you.โ
โYou were my safe place. You made this stupid world feel less heavy. I donโt know how to breathe now that youโre gone.โ
He freezes. Blank expression. Blinking slowly as if he misheard. โโฆWhat?โ His voice is soft, almost monotone, but beneath it thereโs this quiet dread building. He asks again. Once. Twice. His fingers tighten on his phone, knuckles pale. โNo. No, youโre wrong.โ His chest feels hollow. His stomach twists into something cold and heavy. โThey were supposed to come home today.โ Reality creeps in like slow poison. Kenma doesnโt cry right away. He doesnโt scream. He locks himself in his apartment. Sits down at his gaming setup but doesnโt touch the console. He justโฆ sits there. Hours pass. Maybe longer. When he finally moves, itโs to curl up in bedโin the hoodie you used to wear, in the spot where you used to sleep. Thatโs when the tears came. Quiet. Reluctant. Helpless. โYou said we had more timeโฆ You promised.โ He blames himself in quiet ways. For not keeping you safe. For not being there. For not saying โI love youโ more often. He isolates completely. He stops streaming. Stop going outside. Ghost people except for Kuroo and Hinataโ even then, barely say anything beyond, โIโm fine. Iโm busy.โ His apartment stays dark. His bed is rarely made. Your things untouched. He games mindlessly for hours, not even enjoying it. Just trying to stop thinking. Your contact is saved as โHome.โ Itโs still there. He canโt delete it. Slowly, over time, he starts trying againโnot because he wants to move on, but because he knows you wouldnโt want him stuck forever. The absence of your voice in the spaces he loved most hurts the most. Knowing heโll never get to show you the next game he makes. Never hear you cheer for him again.
"I hope youโre somewhere peaceful. I wish you were here to play that game we promised to finish together. I love you..."
Akaashiโs first reaction is disbelief. Not dramatic. Not loud. Just stunned silence. โWhat did you sayโฆ?โ โAre you sure? Can I confirm this somewhere? Who was there? Who told you this?โ Thereโs a hollow, mechanical calmness in how he asks. Because if he falls apart now, he wonโt recover. When the answers donโt change, he presses his hand over his mouth. His knees feel weak. Quietly, to no one in particular โโฆNo. They were supposed to come home. I wasnโt finishedโฆ loving them yet.โ Akaashi doesnโt tell anyone right away. He goes home, sits at his desk and opens a blank document or notebook. He stares at it for hours. He doesnโt write anything. His mind is too loud. His heart is too broken. His apartment feels wrong. Everything feels wrong without you in it. His tears come slowly. Silently. As if heโs apologizing to you even now for being this weak. โI shouldโve been able to protect you. I shouldโveโฆ I shouldโve had enough.โ The last message you sent him still haunts him. Your โsee you later.โ The fact that he never got to say goodbye properly. He replays every โI love youโ you gave him like a prayer in his head. His grief is precise, organizedโlike everything else in his life. He packs it into routines, boxes it up between to-do lists and work. From the outside, he seems functional. But anyone who really knows him sees it. He smiles less. Speaks softer. Spends more time lost in thought. Heโd sometimes walk past a bookstore and catch himself thinking, โTheyโd love that one.โ It breaks him little by little when he realizes that he will wake up each day with no one to ever say his name quite the way you did again. He writes more. Stories, letters, fragments of things he wishes he could still tell you. He learns how to keep going, not because it hurts lessโฆbut because you loved him too much for him to stop.
"You werenโt just part of my storyโฆ you were the reason I kept writing."
Belated happy birthday to our Trashy-kawa, milk bread enthusiast, the king who never went to NationalsโOikawa Toru! Jk we love you babes. Anyways I hope you guys like this one shot, the plot is kinda messy tho since I made it on a whim yesterday.
Oikawa wakes up to the soft weight around him. The sun is barely peeking through the curtains, and for a moment, he just lies there, still and quiet, letting himself soak it inโthe warmth, the comfort, the quiet hum of your breathing against his chest. โHappy birthday, Tลru~โ Your voice is sleepy, soft, but it makes his heart swell. He smiles before he even opens his eyes. โWhat time is it?โ he mumbles, voice rough with sleep. โToo early for cake,โ He huffs a laugh and pulls you closer, tucking your head beneath his chin. โToo early for cake, maybe. Not too early for kisses.โ You roll your eyes, but you indulge him anywayโa kiss to his cheek, another to the corner of his mouth. โYouโre getting greedy in your old age.โ
โExcuse you,โ he says, feigning offense. โIโm aging like fine wine. A very handsome, very kissable wine.โ You laugh, and itโs his favorite sound in the world. He feels light. He feels young. He feels loved. Breakfast is messy and full of laughter. He burns the first pancake, blames the stove, blames you for distracting him with your stupid pretty smile. You only shake your head and kiss him again to shut him up. Later, you surprise him with a small cakeโnot store-bought, not perfect, but itโs his favorite flavor and it has โHappy Birthday, Tลru!โ scrawled in wobbly icing. He stares at it a moment longer than necessary, heart soft and aching in the best way.
ย โIโm lucky, arenโt I?โ he says quietly, looking at you like you hung the stars. You grin. โYou say that every year.โ โBecause itโs true every year.โ He kisses you like heโs trying to memorize thisโthe sweetness, the warmth, the quiet kind of happiness he thought heโd never deserve. The day passes in soft moments: movies on the couch, teasing banter, his head in your lap while you play with his hair. Heโs Oikawa Tลru, and yet, right now, heโs just a boy in love, a boy who is loved, on his birthdayโwith you. And itโs perfectโฆalmost too perfectโฆ
โCโmon love~! Weโre almost thereโ a soft voice called him. The same tone that cheers for him every time he has a match. The same warmth of that personโs smile every time they greeted him. โIโm coming, Iโm comingโ He said with a chuckle. He looked up from the hill they were both heading. He watched you as you eagerly stared down at him.โWhatโre you even so jolly about, hun?โ his eyebrow twitched. โYouโll see~โ. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting everything in a soft, warm light. You and Oikawa are tucked away in a quiet parkโa little hill with a view, just the two of you, sharing a simple picnic. Heโs relaxed, lying on his side, propped up on one arm while listening to you talk about nothing and everything. His hand absentmindedly traces patterns on your knee, his smile soft and a little lovesick, eyes glowing in the sunset. โYโknowโฆ these are the kinds of days I wanna keep forever.โ He says it casually, but thereโs sincerity beneath it.
โI actually have something I wanted to show you.โ With that, Toru perked up with a curious look. โAnd what is that supposed to be~?โ You pull out a small pastry box tied with a ribbon. Oikawa perks up immediately, teasing, โYou really do know the way to my heart.โ But inside isnโt just any dessertโitโs a cupcake, perfectly frosted in white with little pastel decorationsโฆand when he bites into it? The filling inside is soft blue. He freezes mid-bite. Blinks. โโฆIs thisโ?โ You nod, while biting your lip, almost squealing, holding up a tiny onesie youโd hidden under the blanket that reads: โPlayer 3 Has Entered the Match.โ โHappy birthday Toruโ You said with the biggest smile. His eyes go wide, the cupcake forgotten in his hand. โWaitโฆ seriously? Seriously? Iโmโ? Weโreโ?! Baby? BABY?โ And then the grin breaks over his face, blinding, messy, overwhelmed with joy. He laughs, hands running through his hair, like he canโt process how happy he is. โWeโre having a babyโฆ? Iโmโฆ gonna be a dad?โ You nod again, softer this time. He drops the cupcake (itโs okay, heโs too emotional) and pulls you into his arms, hugging you so tightly you almost lose your breath. โIโm gonna cry. No, I am crying. Look what youโve done to me. My heart canโt handle this kind of happiness, angel.โ
โฆ
Oikawa smiles. The big, bright, kind of smile โ the kind he wears for fans, for friends, for cameras. But this time, itโs not for show. Not really. Heโs holding a small cake box in one hand, flowers in the other, and he hums a silly birthday song under his breath as he walks towards your grave like heโs visiting an old friend at a cafรฉ. โGuess what day it is~?โ he grins, setting the box down carefully. โMy birthday! Can you believe it? I made it through another year. Still as gorgeous, still as annoying.โ He laughs to himself as he arranges the flowers. It feels light for a moment. It feels almost... normal. โI brought cake. Not as good as the ones you used to make, obviously.โ He taps the box with a finger. โBut I figured we could share. Like we used to. Even if... well, even if itโs just me eating it now.โ
He sits down, cross-legged, like he used to at your place on lazy afternoons. He starts chatting, updating you on volleyball, on work, on how Iwaizumi still nags him like an old man. He tells you about new people heโs met, places heโs traveled, stupid things heโs done. It feels light. For a while. But eventuallyโit always happensโthe words slow. His smile softens, falters. โYouโd laugh, wouldnโt you?โ he says quietly, looking at the stone. โSeeing me here, talking to a grave like an idiot.โ The breeze picks up. He swallows. โI really thought...I thought itโd get easierโฆโ His hand brushes over your name carved in stone, thumb pressing into the grooves like he could feel your warmth there. โIโm happy, you know. I really am. Iโm doing okay. Iโm trying.โ His voice shakes. โBut I miss you more on days like this.โ His smile comes back, but smaller now. Sadder.ย โI wish you were here to tease me about getting old. I wish I could see our child growing up...โ He leans his forehead against the cold stone, lets out a soft, almost-laugh. โHappy birthday to me.โ And somewhere in his heart, he imagines you smiling, telling himโlike you always didโ โYouโre not old, Tลru. Youโre just... getting better.โ So he laughs again, wipes his eyes, and eats a slice of cake. For both of you.
ย Kuroo laughs. Not because itโs funnyโbecause itโs impossible. โNahโฆ stop messing with me. Thatโs a pretty sick joke, you know.โ He waits for someone to correct it. To say, โNo, itโs not that bad,โ or โTheyโre fine.โ But no one doesโฆand the room feels too still, too heavy. His stomach sinks, his chest tightens like something heavy is sitting on it. โNoโฆ no way. No f*cking way.โ He stands there in silence. Eyes fixed on nothing. His fingers twitch, like theyโre looking for something to hold onto, something to ground him. He runs his hand through his hair over and over, breathing shallowly. His mind is racing, flipping through moments of your smile, your laugh, the way you said his name like it was something safe. It doesnโt make sense. You were supposed to be forever. Anger takes over him, not because he was mad at you, he was constantly blaming the world. He snaps at the person who told him. Slams a door. Punches a wall. Somethingโanythingโto feel real, because this doesnโt. Alone, he crumbles. Slides down against the wall, presses the heels of his hands to his eyes. โYouโre lyingโฆ youโre lyingโฆ you promisedโฆโ His voice cracks.Kuroo is the kind of man who falls apart behind closed doors. He keeps his composure in front of peopleโhe has to. But alone? He talks to you in the dark, in the quiet. Sitting on the floor of your apartment because he canโt sleep on the bed you once shared. He wonders if you were scared. If you knew how much he loved you in the end. Heโs haunted by the silence you left behind; the texts unanswered; the future you once planned, now unlived. Work. Volleyball. Routine. He throws himself into these things like if he just keeps moving, it wonโt hurt as bad. Eventually, people notice. His smiles donโt reach his eyes anymore. His teasing feels emptier. His silences stretch longer. Kenma probably tells him quietly โYou donโt have to pretend, not around me.โ And thatโs the only time Kuroo really cries in front of anyone. Waking up and instinctively reaching for you. Seeing something you liked and almost buying it before remembering youโre not here. Texting you out of habit, only to stare at the screen after. He keeps a photo of you in his wallet. Rubs his thumb over it when no oneโs watching.ย
"You were supposed to stick around and annoy me until we got old. That was the plan, remember? Iโฆ I donโt know how to do this without you."
Immediate denial. Absolutely refuses to believe it. โNah, no way. Not them. Ya must be wrong. Theyโre fine. I just talked to โem. We were on the phone, weโโ He laughsโnot because itโs funny, but because he canโt process it. Shakes his head, runs his hand through his hair like heโs trying to shake the words out of his brain. His chest feels like itโs caving in, but he still says. โYer joking. Ya gotta be. They promised me they'd be careful. They promised me forever.โ The more people confirm it, the quieter he gets. His eyes go blank. His voice breaks. โStop. Justโฆ stop talkinโ.โ Atsumu doesnโt go home. He goes somewhere no one can see him break. An empty court, his car. somewhere dark, anywhere at this point. He punches the steering wheel. Punches the wall. He screams into his hands until his throat is raw. Then the anger fades, and the fear sets in. The reality that youโre gone sinks into his bones. He curls in on himself, hands over his face, sobbing so hard it physically hurts. โI canโtโฆ I canโt do this without ya. I need ya. I need ya to come backโฆโ Guilt. So much guilt. โShoulda called sooner. Shoulda told ya how much ya meant to me more. Shoulda been there. Shoulda bought ya more of your favorite foodโฆI shoulda done somethinโ!โ But Atsumuโs eyes are red more often now. His shoulders slump more. His hands shake sometimes. In private He sleeps in your hoodie. Cries into your pillow. Talk to you like youโre still there. Leaves voicemails even though he knows youโll never answer. โYa know, I scored a good serve todayโฆ Thought yaโd be proud. Stupid, right?โ He in fact looked back at those memories he told himself he wouldnโt hold on to. Atsumu loses his fire for a while. Volleyball has become routine. He plays, but itโs not with the same heart. He becomes more protective of Osamu, of his friends. Terrified of losing anyone else. Waking up and forgetting, for a second, that youโre gone. Reaching for his phone to text you. Talking like youโre still coming home. The silence. Atsumuโs world was loud with you in it. Without you? Itโs unbearable.
"I love ya. Iโll always love ya. Even if yer not here to hear itโฆ Iโm still sayinโ it. I hope ya know that."
เชโโด ๐๐๐ฎ๐ ๐๐จ๐๐ข๐ช (I had to brace myself for this one)
Silence. Stillness. Complete and utter disbelief. He doesnโt react right away. He justโฆ freezes. Staring. Numb. Like he didnโt hear it right. Like heโs waiting for someone to laugh and say itโs a mistake. โNahโฆ nah, theyโre fine. Yer wrong. Yer wrong.โ His stomach twists, his chest tightens, but on the outside, he looks calm. He excuses himself as he walks away. The moment heโs aloneโmaybe in his car, maybe in the backroom of his shopโhe sinks down, back against a wall, staring at the floor. He stays like that for hours. Frozen. Silent. Completely numb. He doesnโt cry at first, at least not properly. It takes days, maybe weeks. When it finally breaks free, itโs not loud. Itโs him in the dark of his kitchen at 3AM, head bowed over a cold cup of tea, shoulders shaking as silent tears fall onto the table. โYou werenโt supposed to leave me like thisโฆ Ya promised. You promised me...You told me weโd run this business togetherโฆwe even planned to have a familyโฆโ ย He keeps whispering your name like if he says it enough, maybe youโll answer. Regrets filled his mind every single day. All the small fights, all the quiet mornings he took for granted, and all the times he thought, โIโll tell them tomorrow.โ He hates himself for not saying โI love youโ one more time. For not holding you longer. For not being there when you needed him most. Onigiri Miya keeps running, but Osamu runs it like a ghost. His smile is thinner, his laugh is quieter, rather he almost doesnโt laugh at all. He works longer hours just to keep his mind busy. Your favorite dish stays on the menu, even if no one orders it. He eats less, sleeps less, talks less. His brother notices, but Osamu brushes it off โIโm fine. Iโm busy.โ He keeps your things untouched; your toothbrush still in the bathroom; your coat still by the doorโmore like he canโt push himself to move it . Some nights, he cooks dinner for two. Plates your meal out, pours your drink, and leaves it there until itโs cold. He talks to you like youโre still sitting across from him โBusiness was slow today. I know ya always said Mondays were cursed.โ โI miss ya. Donโt reckon Iโll ever stop.โ
"I still make enough onigiri for two. Not for any one else, but for just us twoโฆdunno how to stop. Donโt think I ever will."
When he first heard the news, he would be able to register it at first. Heโll be Itโs denial, pure and panicked. His heart starts racing, his breathing goes shallow, and he looks around like heโs searching for someone to say itโs a mistake. His hands are shaking. He physically feels like the ground under him just crumbled. His first instinct would be to run. He always runs. In volleyball, in lifeโrun towards it, chase it down. He wants to see you. He needs to see you. He needs proof this isnโt real. Hinata doesnโt cry quietly. Not for this. Itโs the kind of grief that tears him down. Shaking shoulders, broken sobs, desperate hands gripping at anything like itโll bring you back. He starts to question himself. What if I had stayed on the phone a little longer? What if I had made them stay home? What if I hadnโt let them go out alone? The sun in him dims. Hinata was always bright and energetic. But after losing you, thereโs a heavy stillness in him heโs never known how to carry. Volleyball becomes like a choreโthe sport he loves only became mechanical. He still plays, but itโs differentโless joy, more going through the motions. His smile comes slower. His laughter sounds hollow at times. Some days he looks fine. Other days, the grief catches him off-guard like a punch to the chest. He still plays. Still jumps. But now every time he looks at the stands, a part of him aches because youโre not there anymore. He sleeps curled up holding something of yoursโyour hoodie, your scarf, something that still smells like you. He even talks to you sometimesโwhen heโs alone, when heโs walking home, when heโs watching the sky. โDid you see that match? I played for you.โ โI miss you today. I miss you every day.โ
"You promised to stay and watch me fly higherโฆ so Iโll keep going. For you. But I wishโ I wish you were still here to see it."
Kageyama freezes. Completely still. No tears. No words. Just silence. He looks at whoever tells him with a blank expression, but inside? It feels like the world has cracked in half. Rejection flooded his mind. โNo. Thatโs wrong. That canโt be true.โ He keeps repeating it in his head, gripping onto denial like itโs the only thing keeping him standing. His hands ball into fists so tightly his nails dig into his palms. His jaw clenches so hard it hurts. His whole body feels locked up. People around him might think heโs calm, but inside heโs falling apart. His chest feels too tight, his throat closed. He canโt cry yet. Heโs not letting himself. It doesnโt hit until heโs alone. He opened his phone, and immediately, the wallpaper of you lit up. Thatโs when he sinks to the floor. Silent breakdown. Shoulders shaking. Face buried in his hands. No words, no sounds. Just tears finally falling, hot and fast, like theyโd been waiting. He whispers your name over and over like heโs begging you to answer him. He starts to regret it. Every fight. Every moment he didnโt say โI love youโ enough. Every time he thought, โIโll tell them tomorrow.โ Your contact is still in his phone. He scrolls through your messages, rereading them until his chest physically hurts. He types out texts to you sometimes, then he realizes, stops, and deletes them. Your favorite food? He avoids it now. Your favorite song? He changes the station. It all hurts too much. He canโt even bring himself to delete your photos. They stayโon his phone, in his heart. Volleyball becomes his anchor, but also his punishment. It becomes the only thing he throws himself into because itโs the only thing he can control. He trains harder than ever. Pushes his body until exhaustion numbs the pain. Every victory feels a little emptier without you cheering for him. He visits where you restโnot often with flowers, but just sitting, talking quietly like youโre still there. โI miss you. Iโm sorry. I shouldโve told you moreโฆ I shouldโve said it louder. I love you. I still do.โ Kageyama doesnโt know how to talk about grief. He bottles it up. Lets it fester inside. Tells himself to โjust keep goingโโbecause stopping feels like breaking apart completely.
โI played like you told me to. Iโm still trying. Iโll always try. But I miss you. Every single day. I hope and and granpa are proud of me from up there...โโ
Sugawara freezes. Blinks a few times. His first instinct isnโt disbeliefโitโs confusion. He hears the words, but they donโt make sense. They donโt connect to reality. His lips part like he wants to ask them to repeat it, but nothing comes out. His heart drops to his stomach. โโฆWhat?โ His voice is so soft, so small. Almost like a whisper. Like asking again will change the answer. His chest feels too tight, like he canโt get enough air. He shakes his head slowly, as if physically rejecting what heโs hearing. Sugawara excuses himself. Politely. Like heโs still holding onto his manners even as his world is collapsing. He finds somewhere quietโa park, an empty gym, even your favorite spot. Somewhere where he can sit down because his knees feel too weak to hold him up. Thatโs where he breaks. Ugly crying, shaking. He whispers your name over and over because he doesnโt know what else to say. He smiles less, but when he does, itโs softer. He does it more for others than for himself. This doesnโt go unnoticed by his friends. Heโs quieter now, less energetic, less teasing. He still brings warmth to people, but thereโs an ache beneath it that lingersโlike heโs holding a piece of grief inside, too gentle to let it harden but too deep to let it go. He talks about you sometimes. Like youโre still here, like youโre still listening. He keeps little pieces of you โ your handwriting, your gifts, your photosโin a box he opens when heโs alone. He cries for you on anniversaries, on birthdays, on quiet nights when heโs too tired to pretend heโs healed. He talks to you like youโre still by his side โI made dinner today. I know youโd tell me to stop burning the rice.โ โI miss youโฆ more than anyone knows.โ
"You told me I made you happy. I hope wherever you areโฆ you know you were my happiest part, too."
part 2 of my first post mwehehe (หถห แต หหถ) The teams included here are Aoba Johsai, Shiratorizawa, Date Tech, Jhozenji
เชโโด โก Oikawa Toru - ๐ฒ๐พ๐ผ๐๐๐ฝ ๐ผ๐๐บ๐๐ผ๐พ โโ .โฆYou dated once, maybe in high school (ehem ehem the ex girlfriend that once dumped him). Life pulled you apart and maybe his love for his career even. Years later, you meet againโand all those feelings come rushing back. Oikawa remembers everythingโyour laugh, your favorite snack, the song you played on repeat. A reunion romance for him would be painful, tender, and passionate.
เชโโด โก Iwaizumi Hajime - ๐ฏ๐๐๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐๐ โโ .โฆ Heโll stand up for you in a heartbeatโbut he never treats you like you canโt fight your own battles. He's strong and supportive, not controlling. You always feel safe with Iwaizumiโphysically and emotionally. I also love the idea that Iwa isnโt someone who doesnโt go flirting around with women, heโs a very respectful gentleman who knows his boundaries.
เชโโด โก Issei Matsukawa - ๐ณ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐ผ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ฟ๐ ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ โโ .โฆ Heโs cool, calm, and collected (sometimes even blunt), but only you get to see his warmth and vulnerability. Matsukawaโs quiet nature makes those rare moments of tenderness feel extra precious and earned.
เชโโด โก Takahiro Hanamaki - ๐ณ๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐๐ ๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ โโ .โฆ Heโs calm, soft-spoken, and kind, but also unexpectedly cheeky or teasing when heโs comfortable with you. The contrast between his gentle demeanor and sly humor makes the relationship feel warm and fun without ever being overwhelming.
เชโโด โก Akira Kunimi - ๐ณ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ โโ .โฆ He doesnโt say much, but heโs always there when you need himโwhether itโs a calm presence in the chaos or a steady hand in tough times. Kunimiโs silent loyalty feels like a safe harbor, showing that love doesnโt need to be loud to be real.
เชโโด โก Kyotani Kentaro - ๐ฆ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ฟ๐๐๐พ๐๐ฝ โโ .โฆ I mean, heโs not called โMad dogโ for nothing, no? Heโs overprotective as hell. Will literally growl at people who make you uncomfortable. Stands too close behind you if someoneโs being weird. It's possessive in the feral golden retriever way, may even be in a german shepherd way, but not the toxic kind. He wants to protect, not control.
เชโโด โก Ushijima Wakatoshi - ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐ฟ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โโ .โฆ Letโs be honest here, Ushi is not one to beat around the bush. Heโs TOO BLUNT, even for his own good. When he realizes he likes you, he says it straight-faced. โI want to be with you.โ No fluff. Just facts. He might be a littleโฆslow when it comes to romance, but the lack of fluff makes his honesty weirdly hot. Thereโs no game, no manipulationโjust pure sincerity.
เชโโด โก Semi Eita - ๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐บ๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐พ โโ .โฆ You inspire him, even if you donโt realize it. He starts writing songs dedicated for you. Semi canonically once stepped away from his musical passion, he just lost his tune. But you helpped him rediscover it. Healing. Romantic. Perfect. And in the end, he pursued it as his career while you supported him from the sidelines.
เชโโด โก Tendou Satori - ๐ฌ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ ๐ณ๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ โโ .โฆ Everyone thinks heโs strange, unpredictable, intense. You find it charming. Adorable, even. Heโs always been called creepy, weird, too much. But you donโt flinch. You listen. You stay. Your unconditional affection catches him off guardโand slowly becomes his safe place. He never expected love to look like this.
เชโโด โก Taichi Kawanishi - ๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐ โโ .โฆ On the surface, he seems aloof, uninterested, maybe even boredโฆ but dig deeper, and you get a low-key affectionate, secretly sweet, emotionally awkward boy who doesnโt know how to say what he feels โ so he just does things for you instead. Heโll never say โI care about youโ directly, but heโll carry your bag, buy your favorite drink, and walk you home without a word. Heโs a big fan of love through action. Once you learn his โlanguage,โ itโs intimate and consistent.
เชโโด โก Kenjiro Shirabu - ๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐๐ผ ๐๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ โโ .โฆ Heโs high-achieving and kind of obsessed with successโso falling in love with someone who challenges him is peak romantic tension.Youโre the only one who matches him in class, and it infuriates himโฆ until it fascinates himโฆ until heโs making you coffee while you both cram at 2 AM.
เชโโด โก Tsutomu Goshiki - ๐ณ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐พ โโ .โฆ Goshiki is constantly striving to be โthe aceโ and live up to Ushijimaโs legacy. In romance, we could also say the same with him trying way too hard to impress his crush โ think over-the-top gestures, nervous blushing, or dramatic declarations of love. But even though he looks like his only goal is to impress, deep down heโs a sincere person and just makes sure that he wins you over.
เชโโด โก Yuji Terushima - โ๐จ ๐ผ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐โ ๐๐๐๐๐พ โโ .โฆ We all know that Teru is a flirt. This dude does NOT take โnoโ for an answer, unless someone actually stops him. Although when he met you, he changed his old carefree ways because he wants to show that heโs sincere and someone you can actually rely on. Bro fell hard, and harder.
เชโโด โก Takanobu Aone - ๐ฆ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐พ โโ .โฆ Heโs the real definition of โLooks like it could kill you, is a cinnamon rollโ. He looks scary to others, but with you, heโs soft-spoken, careful, and impossibly sweet. Heโs careful with his strength. He holds your hand like it might break, but his touch is feather-light. He blushes easily because your head fit perfectly on his chest when you hug him. Heโs a sweetheart fr and a lot of people underlooks that just because of his looks.
เชโโด โก Kenji Futakachi - ๐ณ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐พ ๐ซ๐๐๐พ โโ .โฆ Heโs not as salty as Tsukishima, but heโs definitely got that sass. Heโs not outright mean, but heโs quick to snap or roll his eyes when heโs flustered. โIโm not worried about you or anything, jeez.โ is his way of immediately checking if you got home safely. It's not that he canโt express affection, he just doesnโt know how to make it not sound dumb.
This is a repost from my current one because I wasn't so satisfied of the format hehehe. I'll start with my Karasuno babies first and I'll proceed with the rest. ( โข ฬฯโขฬ )โง
เชโโด โก Hinata Shoyo - ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐๐๐ โโ .โฆ Evidently, Hinata is someone that brings light into the grumpy oneโs world, while they help ground him. His bright, passionate, and determined personality shapes romantic dynamics.
เชโโด โก Kageyama Tobio - ๐ค๐๐๐๐๐๐๐บ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ โโ .โฆ As seen in the anime, Kageyama is terrible at expressing feelings. He easily gets flustered when someone compliments himโhe might even panic when he realizes he likes someone. Cue awkward confessions, internal freak-outs, and unintentionally cute moments like giving sports drinks as a love language.
เชโโด โก Tsukishima Kei - ๐ธ๐๐'๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐พ๐๐ผ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ โโ .โฆ Tsukishima is someone whoโs sarcastic, built with high walls, and carefully hidden emotions. He hates being close to people. But you? You're the one person he lets in. The one who gets real answers when everyone else gets sarcasm. Itโs intimate, rare, and specialโand you know it.
เชโโด โก Yamaguchi Tadashi - ๐จ๐๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐๐พ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐ โโ .โฆ Yamaguchi struggles with confidence. Thatโs where he falls for someone who believes in him, even before he believes in himself, which is soft and healing. He will fall for someone who will help him believe that heโs enough.
เชโโด โก Sugawara Koushi - ๐ค๐๐๐๐๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐ฟ๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ โโ .โฆ Heโs someone you go to when everything feels too much. With his big heart and calm demeanorโthe acting mother of the group who usually takes care of everyoneโSuga is the guy who pulls you into his arms after a long day, listens without judgment, and reminds you you're doing your best.
เชโโด โก Sawamura Daichi - ๐ฃ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐ผ ๐ฝ๐บ๐ฝ-๐พ๐๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐บ๐๐ผ๐พ โโ .โฆ You go on and tell me that Daichi does NOT have dad vibes. Daichi already feels like someoneโs future husband ngl. (won't be too surprised if heโs one of the married in the time-skip). Heโs the type of guy who cooks breakfast, remembers to do the laundry, and holds your hand at the grocery store.
เชโโด โก Azumane Asahi - ๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ผ๐พ๐๐พ โโ .โฆ Heโs painfully awkward around his crush at firstโblushing, fumbling words, avoiding eye contactโbut means every single thing he says. Asahiโs natural shyness makes slow-burn confessions so satisfying.
เชโโด โก Tanaka Ryunosuke - ๐ข๐ ๐บ๐๐/๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ โโ .โฆ Heโs always joking, always loudโbut when he falls in love, heโs unexpectedly tender. Tanaka's humor masks surprising emotional intelligence. I'm pretty sure that when heโs with his love interest, he listens more, jokes less, and loves harder than anyone. One thing that actually proves this is his marriage with Kiyoko in the timeskip.
เชโโด โก Nishinoya Yuu - ๐ซ๐๐๐ฝ ๐ป๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ โโ .โฆ He develops a massive crush on you first and is completely transparent about itโflirting, complimenting, and trying to impress you constantly (the way he did with Kiyoko). Noya is nothing if not expressive. Itโs adorable when his love interest takes time to catch up while heโs already picking out baby names in his head.
เชโโด โก Takeda Ittetsu - ๐ฎ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐ป๐๐๐ฟ๐๐๐พ๐๐ฝ โโ .โฆ Letโs be fr here, heโs already supportive with his team, what makes you any different? He gives his all especially to the person he lovesโeven when he has nothing left to give. Heโs the person whoโs always in your corner. He cheers for you even when you doubt yourself. Heโs also very observant, he remembers your coffee order, your important meetings, your worries. Loves out loud, with patience and warmth.
เชโโด โก Keishin Ukai - ๐ข๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ-๐ฝ๐๐๐ป๐ โโ .โฆ On the surface, Uaki is confident in his ability to lead and charm. However, once he starts developing feelings for someone, he might get hit with a bit of self-doubt. "Am I good enough for you?"โthat might be a thought that crosses his mind more than heโd ever admit. His cool exterior starts to crack around someone he really likes. He'll second-guess his actions, unsure if heโs doing too much or not enough. โI want to be the person you can count on. I just hope I donโt mess it up.โ
แฐ.แ First headcannons so ples dont roast me :b
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Miya Osamu Headcannons โโ .โฆ
๊ฉ Heโs a good cook (obviously), helps Moma Miya in cooking, he can also bake but not as good
๊ฉ Gets his cooking ideas from YT videos or something he tried from scrops on a whim
๊ฉ Heโs a deep sleeper, stays up late often, but wakes up early
๊ฉ Unlike Atsumu, he rarely gets sick, and Osamu takes care of his brother when he has like a cold
๊ฉ Heโs the type of guy to have a short temper, but is not really noticed with his cool demeanor
๊ฉ As seen of fights with him and Atsumu, he he gets more physical than verbal (abuse) and is hell lot stronger than Atsumu (I stand with that yes, look at how he FUCKED UP Atsumu in their last fight)
๊ฉ I personally think that him going on a different path than Atsumu is fully supported by their mother, but she did ask him something like โAre you sure?โ, since she knows that it also means it will seperate the two, not like she dislikes of the idea of him choosing a different career
๊ฉ Usually the one following with his brothers antics
๊ฉ He probs said/says more cuss words than Atsumu
๊ฉ He probably fell when he was on the top bunk of their bed thats why he now sleeps on the lower bunk
๊ฉ Heโs more of a dog person (He probs like a Husky, Labrador or Samoyed)
๊ฉ Bro is a SNITCH I tell you, even if he was the one at fault he blames it on Atsumu
๊ฉ He has a long attention span bro can just sit there and think about food
๊ฉ Bro is someone who just keeps his feelings to himself because he does not know how to express himself, but pretty sure Atsumu knows when sumthins wrong with his twin
๊ฉ Listens to Atsumu yap about stuff.
๊ฉ He has a tad bit inferiority complex due to the fact that heโs always compared to Atsumu
๊ฉ When they have arguments, heโs the one to initiate first cause Atsumu being the baby he is (even tho heโs older) doesnโt budge, so Osamu lets it cool down a bit and after a while hands something he cooked to his bro then they dont take abt it anymore
๊ฉ Bro is one to give BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE whenever he hears fangirl comments or whenever someone trashtalks Atsumu (heโs the only one who can)
๊ฉ Bro only ever goes to the internet to watch cooking shows or Gordon Ramsay
๊ฉ He doesnโt like the idea of being swarmed over by people (ESPECIALLY FANGIRLS)
๊ฉ Bro is Arctic Monkeys, Chase Atlantic and The Weekend coded, he probs listens with Suna since they have the same music taste
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RELATIONSHIP Headcannons โโ .โฆ
๊ฉ Lets start of with his type:
- Ill say this now and I will stand for it, it doesnt matter what body type his s/o have. He loves you for you. But Iโm pretty sure he loves someone whoโs chubby. I mean just sayin โฎ(๏ธถโฝ๏ธถ)โญ
- He loves someone whoโs also a food lover. Someone who doesnt get embarass on what they eats
- He likes someone whoโs more initiative than him, like someone who just randomly pulls him and does spontaneous activities like cooking, baking, hiking, whatever
- I bet he likes someone with a talkative or more extroverted attitude than him.
- Extra points for someone who KNOWS how to cook and can make good dishes
- Someone whoโs simple and who knows how to appreciate simple things
๊ฉ This man? LOVER BOY. No questions
๊ฉ Probably just had one to none relationship cause he believes that when you date, it automatically leads to getting married in the future
๊ฉ Is one to watch romantic movies just to learn how to woo a girl (me Im that girl)
๊ฉ Osamu is the type of person to be very distant when someone tries to flirt with him thats NOT his s/o (like girl get yo ass outta my face) and does his disgusted look
๊ฉ I personally think he has trust issues because the first rs he had or probably the first person he liked only wanted to date him only to get close to his brother :(
๊ฉ Bro KNOWS how to sing, like he has this low tone husky voice, and whenever youโre sleepy he hums as he pats your shoulder lightly, or whenever heโs in the kitchen cooking
๊ฉ Bro is a WHOLE GREEN FOREST trust me like heโs very observant to the little things about you, he would even know youโre favorite flower first before he gives you a boquet
๊ฉ Love language is quality time or acts of service, sometimes gift giving and physical touch, bro believes action speaks louder than words
๊ฉ Heโs not one to be very good with words, but when it comes to it, he gives you very comforting patts and hugs, his hands drawing circles on your back n stuff
๊ฉ He might not be academically smart but his emotional intelligence is like high HIGH
๊ฉ BACK. HUGS. IN. THE. KITCHEN.
๊ฉ Pet names either โBabyโ or โDarlinโ sometimes he calls you โHoneyโ
๊ฉ Holds your hand everytime he has the chance to
๊ฉ This man (timeskip) always has you on his passanger seat and grabs your thighs when he heโs focused on driving
๊ฉ I just know this guy brags you off to Atsumu and annoying him about it
๊ฉ He takes you out on a date to like shop or sumthin, but trust me, in special occasions like on your anniversary, he wont treat you out, rather he has like a whole resto at home and all your favorite dishes are served there with candles and shi
๊ฉ Grocery dates? Coffen dates? YES. ITS A MUST.
๊ฉ Bro canโt keep his hands to himself and almost always touches you everytime he has that change, and heโs so smug about it HELP
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