the first time you accidentally say i love you to atsumu, itโs a complete accident.
heโd taken you out on countless dates, bought you flowers just because, texted you whenever heโd have a free moment, atsumu miya was truly becoming part of your routine, and you were thrilled with it.
the words tease your tongue every now and again, wandering and eager to slip, tingling with yearn to tell the setter how you really feel, how in love with him you truly are.
but could you really be the one to tell him? open up this door of potential rejection and isolation, heartbreak that resets the cycle again with no mercy.
could you really deal with the small talk again? the struggle to make plans, the abhorrent drone of neglect and disregard for your feelings time and time again? would it be worth it to tell atsumu miya that you love him, only for him to tell you he doesn't reciprocate?
the thought exhausts you, turns your brain into a mush of anguish until you see atsumu once again for another date. a wander around town, under the beautiful lights of the city that shine like stars in atsumu's honeyed eyes.
it makes you feel so safe. so secure.
so loved.
as he walks you to your home, hand resting gently on the small of your back as he follows you, he listens to you yap about everything on your mind, whatever plagues your mind and sticks with you as something trivial turned important to share with him.
you try to ignore the heartbreak as you two finally stop in front of your door.
"this is me," you chuckle.
"it is," he returns. his smile dazzles under the light outside your door. he looks ethereal, like he was designed with perfection in mind, and he's yours.
he's all yours.
"have a great night, yeah?" he adds, hands pooling in his pockets.
"i will," you giggle
โbye,โ he smiles.
"have a good night, love you,โ you say, kissing the corner of his mouth, opening your door and walking in before closing it behind you.
then. you freeze.
your hand comes up to cover your mouth, eyes blown wide and embarrassment coursing through you. tears sting the back of your eyes, you hadnโt meant to say that, it slipped out without you even knowing about it, like you had said it a million times before like it was part of your routine.
butโฆ had you meant to say it? it felt natural, it felt right, even if the timing wasnโt exactly perfect. you love atsumu. youโve fallen head over heels, youโve been so enamored with him ever since the day you met him.
thereโs a knock on your door that interrupts your thoughts. you screw your eyes shut, not wanting to face the other side.
but you do. you have to.
you slowly open the door to reveal atsumu miya, his cheeks bright red and eyes curved in complete confusion, but thereโs delight in his gaze. โyou love me?โ he whispers.
you go silent. you swallow thickly.
you nod.
โyes.โ
atsumu doesnโt waste a second before grabbing you by the cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss, deep and desperate and excited, heโs so excited. your hands grab his biceps as you return the kiss, letting him take everything that he needs from you, every assurance and every promise that you love him, you love him so much, you worship the ground he walks on and the mere existence of him puts you at ease.
"i love you, too."
the words are babbled against your lips in a desperate act of gratuity, and as you melt into him, you wonder what exactly stopped you from telling him this weeks ago.
Atsumu Miya has an ego the size of a volleyball court. His girlfriend has a growing collection of official (and unofficial) Atsumu merch hidden in the apartment. When he finally finds it, the resulting meltdown is equal parts chaos, flirting, and pure soft disaster.
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Atsumu Miya had always known he was attractive.
It was an objective fact, like the height of a net or the weight of a volleyball. He had the face, the spikes, the serve that made libero cry, and the kind of confidence that could fill an entire arena. What he had not known โ until approximately forty minutes ago โ was that his own girlfriend was running a one-woman Atsumu Miya fan club out of their shared apartment.
He discovered it by accident.
You had sent him to the hallway closet for an extra blanket. Simple request. Normal domestic task. Instead he found a large opaque storage bin tucked behind the winter coats, the lid not quite sealed. Curiosity (and the fact that the bin was labelled in your handwriting with a single suspicious heart) made him lift the lid.
What he saw made his brain blue-screen.
There, neatly organised in clear pouches and small boxes, was what could only be described as a shrine. Official match-day photo cards. A limited-edition acrylic standee of him in the MSBY black jersey. Two different keychains of his face looking smug. A towel with his number. A set of official trading cards still in their protective sleeves. A small plush of a cartoon fox wearing a volleyball uniform that was clearly meant to be him. And โ the final blow โ a sealed photobook from last seasonโs fan event that he distinctly remembered you saying you โwerenโt that interested in.โ
Atsumu stared.
Then he started laughing so hard he had to sit down on the hallway floor.
You found him like that five minutes later, still holding the plush fox, wheezing.
โWhatโs so funnyโโ You stopped dead when you saw the open bin. The colour drained from your face so fast it was almost impressive. โOh my god.โ
โBaby.โ Atsumu held up the fox plush like evidence in a trial. โWhat the hell is this.โ
โItโs not what it looks like.โ
โIt looks like youโve been collecting me.โ
โI collect volleyball merch in generalโโ
โThis is all me.โ He dug deeper and pulled out a lanyard with his face on it. โThereโs a whole section. Thereโs dividers. You colour-coded the photo cards.โ
You made a noise like a dying kettle and tried to snatch the bin. Atsumu, still laughing, held it out of reach with one long arm and kept investigating with the other.
โIs this the exclusive one from the All-Star game? The one that sold out in four minutes?โ He looked genuinely delighted. โYou told me you were studying that night.โ
โI was studying. And also refreshing the page every three seconds.โ
Atsumu clutched the photobook to his chest like it was sacred. โYou absolute menace. Youโve been datinโ me for a year and a half and I had no idea my own girlfriend was my biggest fan.โ
โIโm notโโ
โYou have a plush of me.โ
โItโs a fox!โ
โItโs wearinโ my number!โ
You covered your face with both hands. Atsumu finally took pity (slightly) and set the bin down, but he kept the fox plush tucked under one arm like a trophy. He stepped into your space, still grinning so wide his dimples looked permanent, and gently peeled your hands away.
โHey. Look at me.โ
You looked. Your face was on fire.
Atsumuโs expression softened even as the teasing light stayed in his eyes. โYou know this is the hottest thing Iโve ever seen, right?โ
โThat cannot be true.โ
โOh it is. My girl has a whole secret collection of me. She waits in online queues for my face. She colour-codes my photo cards.โ He leaned down until his forehead bumped yours. โIโm never lettinโ you live this down. But Iโm also gonna kiss you stupid for it.โ
He did exactly that.
The kiss was warm and laughing and a little bit smug, the way most of Atsumuโs kisses were. You made a protesting sound against his mouth that melted into something softer when his hands settled on your waist and pulled you closer. By the time he let you breathe again he was still holding the fox plush.
โWeโre displayinโ some of this,โ he announced.
โWe are not.โ
โCompromise. The standee can live on the bookshelf. The photobook can stay in the living room. And the foxโโ he held it up between you, โโsleeps on the bed now.โ
โAtsumu.โ
โHeโs family.โ
You tried very hard to look stern and failed completely when he poked your cheek with the plushโs tiny paw. Atsumu watched your reluctant smile appear and looked like heโd just won gold.
โThere she is,โ he said, softer. โMy little collector. Cโmere.โ
He steered you both to the couch, bin dragged along like treasure, and proceeded to go through every single item with the glee of a man discovering buried gold. You sat beside him in mortified silence while he held up photo cards and made commentary.
โThis oneโs from the spring tournament. I look good here.โ
โYou look good in all of them, thatโs the problem.โ
โDamn right. Oh my god you got the foil version. Do you know how much these go for now?โ
โPlease stop narrating.โ
โNever. This is the best day of my life.โ
At some point he pulled you into his lap so he could keep examining the collection while also having you close. His chin rested on your shoulder as he flipped through the photobook, occasionally pressing a kiss to the side of your neck whenever he found a page he especially liked. The mortification slowly ebbed into something warmer โ the quiet, ridiculous happiness of being so thoroughly known and still completely adored.
โYโknow,โ Atsumu murmured eventually, voice lower, โI used to wonder why youโd always support the merch drops so hard. Thought you were just beinโ a good girlfriend.โ He turned another page. โTurns out youโre a whole career fangirl. Iโm flattered. Actually Iโm more than flattered. Iโm insufferable now. Osamuโs gonna be so mad when he finds out.โ
โYou cannot tell Osamu.โ
โIโm tellinโ Osamu immediately.โ
โAtsumuโโ
He laughed, bright and loud, and tipped you sideways onto the couch cushions so he could hover over you, still holding the fox plush like a third wheel. His free hand brushed hair out of your face with surprising gentleness.
โIโm keepinโ you forever,โ he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. โYou know that, right? Girl who collects my face and still puts up with me in real life? Thatโs wife behaviour.โ
Your heart did something stupid and soft. โYouโre so dramatic.โ
โIโm so right.โ He kissed the tip of your nose, then your mouth, lingering. โLove you. Even more now that I know youโve got a shrine.โ
โItโs not a shrine.โ
โItโs a little bit of a shrine.โ
You flicked his forehead. He only grinned wider, dimples on full display, and settled his weight more comfortably over you, the fox plush squished between your chests like a very judgmental chaperone.
Outside, the evening continued like any other. Inside, Atsumu Miya โ professional volleyball idiot, professional boyfriend, newly discovered limited-edition collectible โ spent the next hour making you show him every single piece of merch while interspersing the entire experience with kisses and commentary and the occasional whispered mine against your skin.
You had spent months carefully curating a collection of the boy you loved.
It turned out the boy you loved was even happier about it than you were.
And if the fox plush ended up permanently on the bed, and if a certain acrylic standee appeared on the bookshelf the next day, and if Atsumu started referring to himself as โyour favourite limited editionโ in public with zero shame โ well.
gentle reminder that good things do not only happen in your teenage years or twenties. there is so much more awaiting for you and itโs never too late for anything. your thirties, forties, fifties, sixties and hopefully more will be wonderful. youโve got to remember that the best years of your life are not only in your twenties
[ @gardengargoyle โ25 ] hello ! i am not new to tumblr but am new to writing li'l fics and smau and any of the like :) plz be nice [@uzmacchiato for divider โก] open for suggestions and comments!
IN WHICH โ your boyfriend, keiji akaashi, manages to catch you off guard each time
EXTRA โ crack, established relationship, fluff, slight ooc (heโs supposed to be a lil weird), based on these two requests (1 & 2)
A/N โ no harm was caused to any fictional bird in this smau. molting is a thing and birds do drop their feathers naturally. any complaints should be directed to @lovedlorned, my vet wife ๐ also, im still working on the suna obsession au, this is me clearing out my drafts !
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contains. blended smau, forced proximity, hockey player x figure skater, enemies to lovers kind of.
summary. when an unfortunate incident kicks you out of your university and risks your reputation as one of the top figures skater in the country, you find your place in sendai. but when you discover they only have one rink, designated to their a-league hockey team, your chance at a comeback slips from your grasp. your only in is with the captain of the hockey team. the issue with that? he couldnโt care less who you are.
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contains. blended smau, emails, exes to lovers, second chance.
summary. thoughts linger in your mind of what you wish you asked your ex-boyfriend before he ended your relationship. a series of emails you wrote and never planned to share sit in your drafts, where they have lived for a year. but when a glitch causes all your emails to be sent out to him, itโs like the end of the world as you know it. you start fearing the worst, that heโll think youโre still obsessed with him. but the last thing you expected was responses, answering all your questions.
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contains. blended smau, rising musician x former child star, marriage of convenience (but dating), squint for an age gap (21-25).
summary. you started acting at a young age and by sixteen, everybody knew your name. by twenty, you were known as โthat one girl who peaked in high schoolโ. when a close friend invites you to a party, she introduces you to semi eita: an up-and-coming musician who has secured a large fanbase despite not having any official releases. when youโre caught together hitting it off, you both come under fire. but with both your names now in the headlights, you realise thereโs no need to get out of it. you can both get some attention for a couple months and then go your separate ways.
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contains. blended smau, he fell first, love at first sight, slow burn.
summary. after a long history of dating all the wrong men, itโs no surprise that you prefer to err on the side of caution. upon meeting the boisterous bokuto at a club on halloween, the butterflies in your stomach sets your guard up. even though bokuto does nothing but prove that heโs different from the men in your past, youโre left having to choose between love or protecting your peace.
โก busy woman โโโ sakusa kiyoomi
contains. blended smau, figure skater x hockey player, grumpy x sunshine, small town, hate to love.
summary. you always swore that when entering college, the last thing on your mind would be a boy. your focus would be studying, skating, sleeping; just like always. but that was before you met co-captain of the hockey team, sakusa kiyoomi. radiating with that dark and mysterious energy you always found yourself drawn to, you decided that maybe letting a boy on your mind every now and again wouldnโt be a bad thing. and when he starts acting like he doesnโt want you? thatโs fine, because you didnโt want him anyway.
โก good graces โโโ kozume kenma
contains. blended smau, friends to lovers, he falls first and harder, fear of commitment.
summary. when you and kenma first met, you fell head over heels for him. in doubt that he feels the same about you, you decide to keep your feelings to yourself โ until a night out with his roommate, kuroo, where you confide in him about your feelings. though you instantly regret it, he reveals kenma feels the same way about you. you make a plan to come to him with how you feel, until he starts treating you like a stranger.
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contains. blended smau, black cat x golden retriever, fuckboy, hockey player x figure skater.
summary. as a hopeless romantic, you canโt help but fall in love with everyone you get in a relationship with; and then they break your heart after a few months. you start losing hope in relationships and confide in your friends, who decide to take you out and introduce you to the ideas of a one night stand. they should have known you better, though, since now youโre ready to flaunt your new man on campus: suna rintarou, the notorious fuckboy. but your friendsโ concerns fall upon deaf ears โ after all, if you were just another fling, would he have given you his jersey? to keep?
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