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currently writing a lil sumn sumn for a certain pair of twin volleyball players

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hi guys i actually am alive! i am working on another shinsou fic bc ive noticed that one i did has been gaining traction babahha

these days i'm mostly active on ao3, but i still lurk on tumblr, im sorry ive been neglecting you guys lowk life is life-ing rn and also i fear my long term bf is going to dump me but that's another can of worms

just know i love n miss you guys and i hope my life goes back to normal so i can finish and or post all the wips i have :(

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ELLO FANS OF FOLLOW (my osamu x reader fic)

i am so so so sorry for not updating in forever, i promise i will be uploading chapters 4 -7 on here soon, im a lazy bum and i apologise

they are however uploaded onto my ao3 already, purely bc i dont have to format and add cute little line dividers and all that, so by all means if you are still invested in it please head over there (same user and fic title ofc) to read it... IM SORRY

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hello lovely people of tumblr

rumour has it i may be making my return... slowly and surely i will be back on my writing bs!

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hi pookies

apologies, i havent been posting much as anytime i write i feel like its hot garbage and then i toss it into the pile of wips never to see the light again

work and life in general is also kicking my ass, so unforch i may be on and off activity wise here D: i want to say super sorry to anyone who's requested something, i srsly swear theyre on the way once i feel like what im putting out is actually good enough for you guys </3

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I think I hit flow state with this one

I twinkified him even more if that was possible

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follow - chapter iii [m.list]

Your head was down, absorbed in scribbling something in the margins of your notebook. You were now a week into the new school year, and as usual you sat at your desk for lunch. Atsumu had disappeared off somewhere, probably to get snacks from the canteen, leaving you to your own devices.

You nibbled on your lunch as you pencilled in the details of a poster you had passed in the hallway. You jot down the meeting time and day for the first meeting of Inarizaki High's photography club. You were determined to join at least one club, and you sure as hell weren't joining the twins in volleyball — your poor soul wouldn't be able to keep up with them.

Speaking of the twins, you straightened up, feeling a pair of eyes on you. Without looking, you knew which one it was; Something about how the room suddenly became brighter told you who it was. He began to walk towards you and your head snapped to him. You flashed him a grin and waved him over, and unbeknownst to you, Osamu did his best not to let his brother's words rattle around in his brain.

"'Samu, 'Samu!" you exclaimed excitedly, pulling a chair up to your desk. He gladly took it, propping his head up on his arms on your desk, sitting across from you. "This school has a photography club! Their first meeting is next week, I think I'm gonna go…" You began a rant, unloading everything you had wanted to say to the grey haired twin since the last time you saw him, which would've only been three hours ago.

Osamu smiled, basking in your radiant energy. Your very presence elicited a soft smile from him, even when you didn't intend to. Suddenly, he noticed your eyes slowly detach from his and drift to the side.

"Like I just felt I should- Sorry… can we help you?" Osamu turned to see who you were speaking to.

A tall, lanky teen towered in front of you, so tall you had to crane your neck to look in his eyes. He had dark hair with bangs that fell onto his face, and verdant, fox-like eyes. He eyed you up and down, and in return you crossed your arms defensively.

Finally he spoke, turning to Osamu. "I came in here because I saw Miya come in here, and I wanted to ask him if he was still coming to volleyball tryouts," he said bluntly. He smirked when you eased up, a look of embarrassment flashing across your face.

"Ah," Osamu blinked, suddenly looking a bit guilty. "Yeah, I am. My brother's comin' too." He nodded in your direction. "Suna, this is y/n, my best friend since," He gave you a soft smile, which you quickly returned. "well, since forever."

Suna nodded, acknowledging you. "Do you play too?"

"Ah no," you replied, shaking your head. "I'm not really a sporty person. I like taking pictures when 'Samu and 'Tsumu are playing though!"

"So, you're like a fan girl?" your jaw dropped at his blunt comment.

"Excuse me?!" I am not-"

"y/n, he's messing with ya," Osamu placed a ginger hand on your arm. You felt his hand on you gave you a gentle squeeze. He turned to his friend who was now snickering quietly. "Ye can't go teasin' someone ya just met, Suna."

"Sorry, sorry," he replied, his laughter subsiding. "It's just too easy, y'know?" You huffed and Osamu gave you another squeeze on the arm, before pulling his hand away. The warmth from his touch lingered, leaving you longing for more.

"y/n's definitely not your fan girl 'Samu," a familiar voice cut across the many voices in the classroom. "She's team 'Tsumu all the way!"

Atsumu had returned, an haul of snacks in his arms. He reached your desks, dumping them onto the wooden surface with a wide grin. The wide array of treats spilled out onto the desk, the bright colours enticing you to grab them. Osamu moved first, reaching for a jelly straw and tossing it to Suna, who caught it with ease. He gestured for Suna to take a seat.

"Now hold on, who's this guy?!" Atsumu huffed, glaring at his brother for giving away a high value snack. His eyes darted to the lanky dark haired boy, who raised a hand in a lazy wave.

"This is Suna, a friend from my class," Osamu's answered, eyes scanning the choice of snacks. He picked out for a pack of chewy candies and placed in front of you. The familiar colourful packaging wasn't what made a smile break out onto your face; It was the face that Osamu had made sure you had gotten your favourite sweets. When your eyes met his, he was already smiling.

"He plays volleyball too 'Tsumu," the grey haired twin was now surveying the pile of treats for something for himself.

Atsumu looked like someone had turned the lights on in his head. He whipped around to Suna, eyes lit up. Talking at a million miles a minute, he began questioning the green eyed boy about his position, his height, his skill set. Suna simply answered his queries with a deadpan expression on his face. You laughed at his sudden change in attitude, going from staring daggers into Suna for just existing, to now acting like he was his lifelong best friend.

From then on, Osamu would bring along Suna to your lunches, turning your trio into a quartet. Suna fit well into your little friend group, provoking Atsumu and laughing it off with Osamu as if they had been friends with you three for years. Suna shared the funny videos he took of the twins bickering at volleyball practice, and you gushed over how high quality his phone camera was compared to yours.

Even though you were once scared of change, you could see the way things were had shifted for the better.

"Surprise!"

Your soft sheets were ripped away from you, leaving your body shivering from the sudden absence of warmth. You screwed your eyes shut as your curtains were ripped open, letting in the soft morning rays of sunlight. Just from the atmosphere in the room, you could tell a number of eyes were on you, curled up and arms waving around in search of your duvet cover.

When you couldn't retrieve your sheets you accepted defeat, slowly rising from bed and shaking the drowsiness off. Rubbing your eyes, you allowed your pupils adjust to the sight in front of you.

Colourful balloons were scattered on your bedroom floor, and in the corner of your eye you could see shiny tinsel hanging from your doorframe like a beaded curtain. Your mum, dad, and the Miya brothers were crowded into your little bedroom, pointy party hats on the boys' head and your father holding a plate with a small cake on it.

He produced a lighter from his pocket as your mother stabbed two candles into the cake, a one and a six. You watched as the wicks were lit and shiny colourful wax began to slowly drip down the numerical shaped candles. A chorus of 'Happy birthday!'s rang out within the four walls of your room, eliciting a wide smile from you.

"Well don't just stare at it!" Atsumu piped up.

"Make a wish!" Osamu gave you an encouraging look.

Clasping your hands together tightly, you shut you eyes and let your mind wander; You only had one 16th birthday wish, so you had to make it count. You took a deep breath before softly exhaling, the wispy grey smoke from the now extinguished candles billowing up into the air. After your parents finished doting on you, taking pictures, and your dad crying about his baby girl growing up, they shuffled out, leaving just you and the twins in your room.

Atsumu grabbed a tumbling balloon at his feet and tried to set it as he would a volleyball, only to have it gently fall back onto his face. Osamu took a seat on the edge of your bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. The two of you chuckled at Atsumu's failed attempts to set and spike the balloons in your room.

"What'd ya wish for, y/n?" Osamu suddenly asked, his eyes still on Atsumu. You stretched, rolling your shoulders back and letting your legs dangle off the side of your bed.

"Ye can't ask me that, dummy," you clicked your tongue. "Otherwise it won't come true."

The grey haired boy opened his mouth in protest, but he was cut off by your mother's voice calling the three of you down for breakfast. Atsumu shot you two a grin before bounding down the stairs, shouting something about getting first pick of the onigiri. You simply laughed and rose to your feet, Osamu following suit. You were almost out your bedroom door when a hand landed on your wrist and spun you around.

"y/n."

Before you could answer, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist, embracing you in a tender hug. The touch was gentle but firm, and you melted into Osamu's hug, your arms instinctively darting up to wrap around his neck. He pulled you towards him, close enough for you to smell his cologne, the rich and woody scent making you a little dizzy. At least, you blamed it on his cologne.

"Happy birthday," he said quietly, right next to your ear. His voice sent a shiver down your spine, his head coming down to rest on your shoulder. After what seemed like forever, he pulled away, flashing a grin which made your heart race.

His touch lingered on your skin, his hands leaving behind a tingling feeling where they once were. You eyes were locked onto him as he casually strolled out your room and down the hallway, before disappearing down the stairs.

You clutched at your chest, commanding your heart to slow but it was no use. You could feel the heat radiating from your cheeks, and your knees felt weak and jelly-like. There was a tightening feeling in your chest, your pulse erratic. Pulling yourself together as best you could, you finally made your way down the stairs.

It wasn't like you and Osamu had never hugged before. You wrapped your arms around him after his volleyball matches, he held you tight when your first family pet had passed and even when you saw him first thing in the morning he'd give you a casual side hug.

But this one was different, and your heart begged your brain to figure out why.

…

Breakfast was long finished, and your father was flitting around the kitchen, gathering plates and tidying the table, when a large white gift was placed in front of you. It was meticulously wrapped, the edges crisp and a large vermilion bow on top. You cocked your head to the side, a soft smile creeping onto your face.

"Aw, you didn't hafta do all this," you felt the shiny wrapping paper under your hands, running your fingers along the box.

"Of course we did!" Atsumu exclaimed, ruffling your hair as you tried to swat his hands away. "And for the record, the gift was my idea."

"Well I was the one who saved up for most of it!" Osamu chimed in.

"Okay, okay, it's equally from both of ya," you laughed, pulling the gift towards you. It had a bit of weight to it, and as you turned it in your hands you felt your pulse quicken with excitement.

Slowly you unwrapped it, and now unsheathed from its' paper exterior, you flicked the flap of the cardboard box open. Reaching in, your fingers clasped around something that was heavy, cold and had a lot of buttons. As you pulled the object out you nearly dropped it in excitement.

A shiny, new camera looked back at you, the lens covered by a cap and your finger already on the shutter button. It was the latest model available in your town's little electronics shop, the one you had pointed out to the twins months ago. You stared at the camera in disbelief, mouth ajar.

Suddenly, you felt an overwhelming wave of gratitude wash over you, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. Soon, they spilled down your cheeks, leaving the twins stunned and causing your mother rush over, laughing and dabbing your eyes with the hem of her apron.

"If any boys are gonna make my little girl cry, at least it's you two!" Your father chuckled, patting a mortified looking Atsumu on the back.

You ran over to the boys, camera already left forgotten on the table and crushed the two of them in a hug, as best as your arms could wrap around the two lanky boys. You released them, the brothers still dazed from the rollercoaster of emotions you expressed. In the blink of an eye, you ran out the kitchen and up the stairs.

"Huh- Where are ye goin' y/n?" Atsumu called out, the boys' eyes chasing after you. Within minutes you returned, going out clothes hastily thrown on and shoving some essentials into a little bag. You scrambled back down the stairs, rushing back to the kitchen to grab your new camera and get your sneakers on.

"C'mon, go run home and grab your volleyball already!" The twins looked at you, confusion still painted all over their faces. You simply chuckled, hooked your arms around theirs and ushered them out your front door, barely squeaking out a goodbye to your parents.

"I have to try out my new camera somehow, right?"

Now outside, the boys straightened up, finally caught up to speed. Grinning like mad men and nodding vigorously, they turned on their heel and began bolting down the road, no doubt racing each other.

You watched with a smile as you turned the camera they had gifted you in your hands, taking in how pristine and new it looked, before gingerly placing it in your bag.

And then you followed, running right after them.

You watched the court anxiously, one hand on your beloved camera, the other biting your nails. The squeaking of shoes on the court and cheers from the crowd filled your ears as your eyes locked onto the ball in the air.

You had ceremoniously been appointed the unofficial photographer of the boys' team by your trio of friends, and soon you were appearing at the sidelines of every match, your camera clicking and snapping away as you got shots of the players mid-air, diving and spiking the ball. The team had grown fond of you, and looked at your friends with disappointed expressions whenever the boys dared to show up with a match without you.

All year you had watched the Inarizaki boy's volleyball team fight tooth and nail to be here, and their hard work paid off, as their first year players were a force to be reckoned with. Atsumu, Osamu and Suna dominated the court, which resulted in the team making it all the way to the final of the Interhigh National Tournament, in their first year on the team no less.

You fumbled with your lens, almost forgetting to take any pictures as Suna jumped into the air to deny a powerful spike from the opposing team. You hastily pulled the camera away from your scoped eye as the ball made contact with Suna's outstretched hand, no longer caring if the shot came out blurry.

The ball made a smacking sound as it hit skin, before slamming back down onto the court on the opposing side of the net. Cheers erupted from the stands as you pumped your fist in the air.

"Nice one Suna!" you shouted, cupping your hands around your mouth, your camera left dangling on your neck by its' strap. Suna turned his head to you and gave you a lazy thumbs up. The monstrous roar of the marching band and cheer team filled the stadium.

The boys out there were panting and heaving, the weight of the match catching up to them; You knew it wasn't just the physical exhaustion wrecking their bodies, but the pressure of the match as well. You glanced over at the Miya twins who were in the back row, sweat glistening on their brows.

Osamu caught you staring and gave a slight nod, his way of acknowledging your support. In any other instance, he would've waved or flashed you a smile, but right now his body and mind were preoccupied with winning. The scores between the two teams was far too close for comfort, but you knew with a few well placed attacks they could take the title home.

You held your breath as the ball was up in the air again, your hands clasped together in a meek attempt at some sort of prayer. Your eyes darted to the faces of the players, tense and ready to strike. The ball danced around the court, whizzing from one side of the net to the other, until finally…

It hits the ground, the sound of the impact echoing across the stadium walls. For a moment, all is silent.

The ball bounced once or twice before rolling right up to Atsumu's shoe.

The crowd on the other side of the net burst into applause and cheers. The other team lifted each other up in triumph as the sound of a whistle closed out the match. You ignore it all, however, as your eyes drift to the crestfallen expressions of the boys in front of you. An eerie stillness settles over Inarizaki's side of the court. Your hands fly up to cover your mouth, which was ajar in shock.

The stillness is broken like glass being smashed by the swinging of a hammer — Hard and quick.

Atsumu folds first, crumpling to the ground, his palms hitting the ground. He's panting non-stop, his chest rising and falling rapidly. It's not until wet teardrops fall onto the court do you realise he's crying. He lets out guttural sobs, coughing and sputtering as his teammates collect themselves around him. They look down on him, pity him for crying, but deep down they know they're close to spilling tears themselves.

Osamu is frozen. He's telling his feet to move, but they aren't cooperating with his brain right now. His body still and the pounding in his head anything is but. He can only watch as his brother falls to his knees, sobbing and shaking. He begins drags his legs as if they were heavy weights towards his brother, until he sees you jump over the barricade with one swift motion.

You leapt gracefully over the barrier between the court and the sidelines, hastily making your way over to the blonde on the floor. As you get closer to him you slide across the court, ignoring the burning sensation on your knees as you place a gentle hand on your best friend's back, rubbing slow circles onto his sweat soaked jersey.

"If I- I just needed to- I couldn't-" Atsumu babbled to himself, cursing and panting.

You grabbed his shoulders and forced him to look you in the eye. His weepy hazel eyes met yours, which looked at him with a gentle expression. You pulled him into a tight hug, letting him soak your track jacket with his tears.

"Ye did your best," you cooed into his ear. "That's all ye had to do."

Atsumu pulled away, roughly swiping at his tears with his calloused palms. "It wasn't enough," he sniffed, avoiding your gaze. You began laughing softly, and Atsumu frowned.

"Yer a big baby," You rose to your feet, extending a hand. "Ya act all cocky and confident but then cry when you lose?

"It's only yer first year on the team and ye brought us all the way to Nationals. That's already enough. So ye brought us to Nationals, and on top of that ye helped us come second? Atsumu Miya, you've done more for this team than ya wanna give yerself credit for. Don't ya dare tell me what you did wasn't enough."

Atsumu blinked. You waved your outreached hand, inviting him to grab it. He eventually did, hoisting himself up with your help. You laughed at the awkward expression on his face; There was no doubt he was feeling embarrassed that he was so vulnerable in front of so many people. But it didn't matter to you, or to him for that matter. He had you to bring him back down, or rather, pull him back up.

"I guess there's one thing that's good about this ending," you nudged him in the ribs with your elbow as the two of you walked back to the sidelines. Atsumu gave you a questioning look, which you returned with a knowing smile.

"You've got a fire lit under yer ass for next year's Interhigh Nationals."

Osamu watched your interaction with his twin unfold. He wasn't jealous of the way you gently placed your hands on his shoulders or the way you brought him in for a hug. In fact, he wasn't jealous at all. Instead, seeing how gentle and caring you were being with his loud, crass, bratty brother when he was emotionally vulnerable made his heart bloom with a warm feeling that spread throughout his entire body.

"Hm," he mumbled, causing Suna to look at him. His green eyes followed Osamu's, landing on you pulling Atsumu up from the ground.

"Hm, what?" Suna said, casting his gaze over to you and the blonde. "Atsumu and her are quite close."

"Yeah, they are, but not in the way yer thinking," Osamu replied, still looking over at you. His expression was blank, but his eyes still smiled at you, something that was not lost on Suna.

The dark haired boy smirked. "I bet ye were wishing it was you being comforted by y/n, not him."

Osamu first stiffened at Suna's sudden accusation, but then quickly shook his head. "Nah, that's not it. Atsumu needs it more than I do. He's always been like that, ever since we were kids. Bein' all competitive and wearin' his heart on his sleeve when he loses. y/n knows that just as much as I do."

"Then what were you thinkin' about?" Suna's fox-like eyes scanned his friend's expression.

You catch Osamu's stare as you walk, flashing him a smile. You mouth something at him, which he roughly translated to be 'I'll check up on you after'. A beat passes before Osamu finally answers Suna's question.

"Just wonderin' what 'Tsumu and I did in a past life to be able to know her in this one."

…

The players lined up, bowing their heads at the crowd and team managers. They exclaimed their thanks and the audience in front of them replied in cheers and applause. Despite their loss, the crowd roared for their performance. You snapped photos of the team as they showed their thanks, zooming in on them one by one.

As the dust settled and the players were gathering their things, you swiped through the pictures you took throughout the match. Your eyes lazily review them, until a particular one you took of Osamu catches your eye.

It was from before the match had started, the team warming up. His face donned a subtle smile as he stretched an arm across his chest, his muscles filling out his jersey very nicely. His hair was perfectly tousled, and there was a shine in his eyes that gave him a charming look. Your brain short circuited the longer you stared at it; To put it simply, you had nothing appropriate to say.

As if he could be summoned by just thinking of him, the boy on your camera screen popped up behind you, placing his chin on your shoulder. He looked down at the screen, pointing at himself.

"Hey, that's a hot picture of me!" Osamu laughed, and you briefly wondered if he could read your mind.

Panicked, you spun around, holding your camera to your chest, heat rising to your cheeks. "Don't scare me like that 'Samu!"

He raised his hands in an apology, a sheepish look on his face. You rolled your eyes at him, but the smile that crept onto your face betrayed you. Setting down your camera on a nearby bench, you held out your arms, inviting him in for a hug. He graciously accepted, embracing you in a loose but gentle hug. He was sweaty and radiated warmth, his breathing still slightly erratic. You gave him a squeeze, taking in the heat coming off of his body.

Click!

"Damn, it came out blurry."

"Let me try, ya scrub!"

You froze. You were all too familiar with the shutter of your camera lens, so upon hearing the sound when your hands were wrapped around Osamu and not your beloved camera, you panicked. You whipped your head around to the direction of the sound, just in time to catch the perpetrators in the act of man-handling your camera.

Atsumu fiddled with the buttons on your camera while Suna simply gave you a smirk. He nudged Atsumu, who looked up to meet your fiery wrath. The blonde gave you a nervous laugh, as you snatched your camera back from him.

"'Tsumu! I told ye to ask before you touch," you hissed, checking to make sure he didn't change any of your settings. Atsumu pouted, his bottom lip jutting out like a kid being told off.

"Suna was the one who- Ugh, never mind," he shot a stink eye at the tall boy next to him, before turning back to you. "Yer always the one taking the pictures, ye should be in them too!"

You blinked. He wasn't wrong; Your photo albums were filled with lush landscapes, shots of everyday life in your town, and many, many pictures of your friends. Whether it was a scene of the boys laughing as they walked home, or practising their volleyball skills, the closest you'd gotten to being in front of your camera was your hand accidentally making it into the shot.

You felt a familiar arm drape around your shoulder.

"Yer basically part of the team," Osamu said casually. "You deserve the chance to be in front of the camera too."

You looked up at the grey haired boy beside you, who was giving you an encouraging smile. His pale grey eyes looked into yours with a gentle gaze, turning into little crescent moons as his grin widened. He pulled you in closer, and you could faintly feel his heartbeat under his jersey. You couldn't stop the smile that crept onto your face even if you tried.

Snap!

You jumped away from Osamu, caught off guard. Suna's pulled his face away from viewfinder of your camera, looking down at the screen. He smirked, tilting the camera to show the captured moment to Atsumu.

"Aww, they look like a couple," Suna teased, but you couldn't help but get the feeling he was directing it more so to Osamu than you. Regardless, you felt your face flush with heat, not daring to look at the boy next to you, in fear he'd somehow pick up on your racing heart and weakening knees.

Unbeknownst to you, Osamu was beet red, also avoiding your gaze. His glared daggers into his friends, who shot matching mischievous grins back at him.

"Yeah, they are a couple," Atsumu chuckled at his brother's intense expression. "A couple of scrubs!"

"Yer a dead man 'Tsumu."

Osamu lunged at his brother and the two rolled around on the floor, hurling insults and grabbing at each others collars. You too busy still trying to control your erratic heart to intervene. Suna found himself next to you, watching the twins fight with an amused look on his face.

"Say, y/n," he turned to you, still holding your camera in his hands. "Does this thing take videos?"

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yayyy chapter 3!! i had loads of fun imagining and writing the boys reactions to losing interhigh in the finals like it was mentioned in the manga

i hope u guys are enjoying the fic so far!!

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[kenyudotcom]

100% all moots get on board !! pausing my queue for 26/02

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[yayamrata]

YES I’M SO SICK OF THOSE STUPID ADS

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[yumyumcherryy]

BRO THOSE ADS ARE SO FAKE AND SHITTY I THOIGHT IT WAS JUST ME

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[veejiez]

protesting against creepy ai chatbot ads? sign me up.

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[sweethearticism]

I absolutely fucking agree with this. 26th will be our blackout day

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[satorusdollie]

EVERYTHING IN QUEUE WILL BE POSTPONED TO GIVE WAY FOR THE COMMUNITY PROTEST!!!

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[v3is]

genuinely though, it's so annoying to see the ads everytime i scroll by like 2 posts . . .

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[mokkiaun]

omg yes this is so important !!

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[hachiluvv]

im on tumblr at work (as i always am) and the ceo of the agency i work for comes into the office i'm in (its just me in the room) and just to set the scene my computer screen is like facing away from him

so he asks me some questions about some documents for signing and i was like mhm mhm yep!! all while i had to pretend fanart of half naked fratjo and nerdjo wasnt on my screen

i acc laugh at how i get myself into these situations

[hachiluvv]

I felt my heart ascending to paradise. LITERALLY. 🙇‍♀️

ofc btw, you can call me cakie—anything really. And after reading your recent post—which, of course, i requested—I giggled, because I LOVED IT! Like, mwah-mwah! I could bow down and kiss you!

(Tbh, it felt like i just found the rarest diamond when i saw your writings and the fact you answered my request—I was so happy that i practically teared up)

I hope you don't mind, or busy, or anything—Maybe bc you just posted a request of mine and I'm just hesitating bc I don't wanna put pressure on your back and shoulders considering you just posted 2 hours ago... (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

Ofc, i don't mind waiting. I'm a patient girl! So, take your time when writing, m'kay?

This request might be slightly self inserty... (Like my first request...)

Again, My obsession for Kirishima is real. But maybe in the future, i might change things a bit 😉. May i humbly request for a Pro hero Kirishima x shy digital artist!fem reader? Like, reader is a super fan of Kirishima—buying plushie merch of him, t-shirts with his face, watching videos of him online, and making a small shrine of him hidden away in a closet.

One day, however, she was walking home after buying groceries when she saw a crowd gathering. It wasn't hard to not notice the familiar spiky red hair you've seen multiple times in TV and online vidoes and the fact he almost towers over the crowd of people is not really unnoticeable...

Reader kind of just... admire from afar. Heart beating, cheeks slowly going warm, and a small smile painting her lips. However, when crimson eyes made eye contact with hers... it's like, time slowed just for this fleeting moment—just for the two of them. Reader's back straightened, waving shyly—and much to her surprise—He waved back, almost shy, but not without a toothy grin.

Ofc, Reader didn't linger longer. She left, and the pro hero watched her.

And since then, Red Riot kept appearing near her area. Sometimes, in the same sidewalk where she always comes home from grocery shopping, and sometimes in the small park where she'd hangout with her friend.

But she always avoid it. Oh, is Red riot right ahead? Turn around and speed walk away before he notices. Huh, is that Red riot interacting with kids in the park? Say bye to her friend and pray he didn't notice her.

Sadly, he notices.

It wasn't long for the two of them to eventually collide. and I meant it.

I actually went overboard... Wowzers 😭

Hope this ain't too much! Also, if you're confused how it ends—let's just say... Reader was eventually asked out by THE Red riot.

Also, i didn't realise how much this is... Sorry if this is too much :(

(Also, I appreciated of you not wanting to call myself a cockroach(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠))

- 🧁 anon<3 (Aka, now known as Cakie)

hi cakie i hope ur well!!!! i just wanted to let you know that i'm still working on this one heehee,, and i think ur gonna like it!!!!!!!!!

[hachiluvv]

lord if u can hear me

fratnumaki

frat inumaki

FRAT BOY INUMAKI TOGE

[hachiluvv]

follow - chapter ii [m.list]

"Holy shit."

Spring break came and went, remnants of cherry blossom petals still adorning the ground. The flora signified new beginnings, and no one was more ready for the new school year than you. Putting on your trainers, and making sure your shiny new pair of school shoes were in your bag, you looked around the hallway for your keys, when a rhythmic knock at your door interrupted your search. Opening it, you were greeted with two wide smiles.

You gawked at your friends in front of you, almost unrecognisable. It wasn't because all three of you now donned the tan blazer and scarlet tie of Inarizaki High School's uniform. It was that the Miya twins had shown up to your front door with mops of freshly dyed hair on their heads.

"Surprise! What'cha think?" Osamu raked his fingers through his now ash grey locks, obviously trying to impress you. You took note of how it looked coarser, rougher than how it used to be when it was its' natural colour.

"We look pretty hot, huh?" Atsumu mirrored his twin, and you felt a smile creep onto your face; They clearly rehearsed this bit, as they were now back to back, posing for a non existent camera. Giggling, you eventually did pull out your phone, snapping a picture of the twins pouting and pretending to be idols.

"Yer crazy, you know," you laughed, snapping your flip phone shut and shoving it into your pocket. "When d'ya even have time to dye it? And why'd ya not tell me?!"

"Wanted ta see the look on yer face," Osamu replied, a smirk on his face. "It was priceless by the way."

You rolled his eyes and gave him a playful nudge. "Yer gonna get written up and we're not even proper students there yet."

Atsumu swept his new blonde bangs to the side with the flip of his head. "Naw, Aran said they don't care if yer hair is dyed. If they do, we'll tell 'em it's our natural hair colours." You raised an eyebrow at this.

"Sure 'Tsumu," you snorted. "And I'm joining the volleyball team."

Atsumu suddenly lit up, while his brother sighed. "Aw y/n, don't play with our hearts like that," Osamu clutched at his chest in mock hurt. "Seriously though, whaddya think?"

You examined the boys, and they straightened up under your gaze. You circled them like an inspector, squinting your eyes at them as you studied their new look. Atsumu's new colour made him stand out even more than he usually did, the bright, brassy yellow matching his energy. It complemented his dark roots and eyebrows, bringing out his eyes. He still looked like himself, but now refined.

Osamu on the other hand, took your breath away. Where his natural hair colour hid him away, the cool grey tone of his hair made him shine, though not in the way Atsumu did. His new hair clarified his appearance, like moonlight hitting the shore of a beachfront. If Atsumu was the sun, bright and fiery, Osamu was the moon, the dreamy orb in the night sky that you made your wishes on before you drifted off to sleep. Even looking at him now, your breath hitched, and for an odd reason, your heart beat faster than usual. To put it simply, he was beautiful.

That's not what came out of your mouth though.

"You." Atsumu was your first victim. "Ye look like someone pissed in yer hair. Do you even know what toner is?" The blonde looked like you had just drop kicked him in the stomach. Osamu snorted, clutching his sides while he laughed. But just as soon as he let out a chuckle, you turned your attention to him.

"And you," you prodded the boy on his forehead with your finger. "Ye look like a senior citizen. Are you going to school or the bingo hall?" His laughter subsided, replaced with Atsumu's hearty guffaws.

"Awh y/n, ya wound me," Osamu looked at you with a truly pitiful look, which cracked your tough exterior. Your face broke out into a smile as you threw a light punch at his arm.

"I'm just kiddin' scrub," you said as you grabbed your school bag. "I think ya look good. You won't look as good gettin' written up though." You watched Osamu's pout turned into a grin, then back to a pout, before turning into some kind of combination of the two.

"Hey, what about me!" Atsumu jumped to you, slinging his arm around your shoulder. You grunted under the weight of his muscles.

"Yeah yeah, you look good too, ya big baby," you rolled your eyes, looking to his twin, who was looking back at you with his pale grey eyes. "Now c'mon, I wanna get there early!"

Osamu opened the door for you and allowed you to step out first, Atsumu still clinging onto you. The mild spring air hit you three as you stepped out, the sun steadily rising in the sky. Yelling out a quick bye to your parents, your trio began to make your way to the looming building with the gold and black plaque, the first day of a new chapter awaiting you.

…

A sea of faces, some new, some old, gathered around a large billboard at the end of the gymnasium. The welcoming ceremony had just concluded and now you were being tossed around by the crowd, elbows and shoulders shoving you in every direction. You craned your neck to see over the heads, eyes scanning for a pathway to the front.

You felt a familiar grip on your shoulders, and whipping your head around, you found yourself face to face with the blonde twin. Atsumu grinned, pushing you by your shoulders to the top of the congregation, Osamu hot on his heels. As if on cue, the crowd parted, creating a clear way for you to finally see what class you were in. You took note of how people were already staring at twins, girls whispering to each other and boys looking at them with curiosity.

You squinted, skimming the stark white sheets pinned to the board, characters melting together as you looked out for your name. Your eyes ping ponged from page to page, one row of unfamiliar names after the other, until finally, Osamu pointed to a page on your left.

"l/n y/n," he said, the syllables of your name flowing seamlessly past his lips. His arm darted out to hook onto yours and tug you closer to him. Glancing at him, you swore a flash of disappointment graced his face, his brows furrowing for a split second. "Class 1-C. Yer with Atsumu."

You double checked the page to confirm, exhaling a sigh of relief. At least you had one twin to keep you get you through the first few weeks of awkwardly getting to know your classmates. But your mind wandered, recalling how Osamu looked so discontented learning you weren't in the same class as him, even if it was just for a second.

"Yer stuck with me, y/n!" Atsumu popped up from behind you. "Poor 'Samu's all alone." He pulled a face of mock pity at his brother, who promptly gave him a smack.

"You scrub," he narrowed his eyes at the blonde, grey eyes sending a piercing look his way. "Least I can survive on my own. Ye couldn't find yer way out of a paper bag!"

"Yer gonna make no friends actin' like that!"

"Yer gonna make no friends with that face!"

More of your peers began to turn their heads, the open air of the gym carrying the twins' bickering voices across the hall. You felt a deep flush rise from your neck and creep onto your cheeks as a result of the sudden attention on you, or more specifically, the boys. The brothers were inches away from getting at each others' throats.

Instinctively, you stepped between them, pulling them apart. "If ye keep actin' like that neither of ye will have any friends," you hissed, pulling them down to your eye level to scowl at them. "People are starin', ye look like delinquents with yer dyed hair and death glares!"

You felt the boys loosen up in your grip, and you finally let go, tutting like a disappointed mother. The twins straightened up, sheepish smiles on their faces and the murderous tension between them dissipated. You felt a wave of relief wash over you as you felt pairs of eyes detach from you.

"Sorry, ma," Atsumu as he stuck a playful tongue out at you. He clapped a hand onto your back as the twins fell into step with you, Atsumu on your right, Osamu on your left. The crowd of first year students began to make their way to the gym exit and towards their respective homerooms. Your trio followed suit.

The walk to your classroom was brief, but insightful; You observed your new surroundings as the twins talked over your head about their plans for the rest of the day. The school was just as large and looming as it looked on the outside, the hallways neat, uniform and pristine. Flecks of red popped out to you in the ocean of tan as you eyed the new faces around you. Reaching your classroom, you paused to look at the grey haired boy next to you.

"This is us," you turned to Osamu, reaching out to give his hands a squeeze. He looked down at where you connected, and with a small smile gave you a squeeze back.

"I'll be more than okay, y/n," his eyes caught yours. "'m not dyin'!" He let out a low chuckle. "Be more worried 'bout 'Tsumu, I mean, just look at the guy." His aforementioned brother gave Osamu a playful shove with his shoulder.

"Yer such a scrub," Atsumu retorted. Despite his brother's insult, Osamu smiled. "See ya at lunch, and don't embarrass yerself, at least not without us seein'!"

With a casual wave of his hand, Osamu disappeared down the hall and behind his classroom door, leaving you and the blonde to enter your classroom. The room was busy, your classmates flitting around the room, locating their seats and finding their footing. You felt a sudden twist in your gut as you stepped into the unfamiliar scene. Your feeling must have made its' way onto your face because Atsumu nudged you with his elbow. You looked up and were met with his toothy grin.

"Let's see what we're workin' with, yeah?" he leaned down to your ear. "And don't forget, yer my best friend.

"Befriendin' any of these scrubs won't change that."

Osamu popped his grey mop of hair into your classroom door at lunchtime. His eyes scanned the room, before landing on you and Atsumu sitting at two wooden desks pushed together. Atsumu sitting on the end of a desk, chatting to a boy he didn't recognise. His brother replied to whatever the stranger was saying with a casual look on his face.

Osamu was observant, but it didn't take a detective to see his twin was completely disinterested in the conversation he was stuck in. He stepped forward into the classroom, beginning to make his way over to the two of you, when he paused in the doorway, breath hitching as his gaze fixed onto you.

You were facing him, head resting on your crossed arms on your desk. Your eyes were shut, your chest slowly rising and falling as you slept. The window behind you let in soft rays of light, spotlighting your frame as if stage lights were pointed on you. Osamu always thought you were pretty, certainly not bad looking, but standing in the doorway of your classroom, as the sunlight fell onto your napping figure, the word that came to his mind was ethereal.

He realised he was staring when someone excused themselves past him in the doorway, bumping his shoulder. He just about mumbled an apology as his brother broke away from his conversation, waving his twin over. Atsumu's conversation partner must have taken the hint, as he walked off and said his goodbyes to a half listening Atsumu.

Osamu strode across the classroom, feeling the gaze of others on him as he walked. He could hear whispers behind his back, but he chose to ignore them. Arriving, he leaned against the desk in front of you two. He pulled his phone out and he snapped a picture of you sleeping; His brother raised an eyebrow, but Osamu paid him no mind, putting his phone away as quickly as he took it out.

"I see y/n's already clocked out," he smirked, nodding to you. Upon hearing your name, you stirred, eyes fluttering awake. You lifted your head and rolled your shoulders back, shaking off your drowsiness.

"Ya miss us already?" you propped your head up on your hand, smiling at the boy in front of you.

"It took ya long enough," Atsumu clicked his tongue. "I was stuck talkin' to some rando 'cause princess over here decided to get some beauty sleep." He leaned back in his chair and kicked a leg of your chair with his foot. "Ya left me to fend for myself!"

"You're outgoing enough to survive on your own," you returned his glare with a bashful smile. "Besides, it wasn't my fault, the sun makes me so sleepy!

Osamu hummed — he knew that already. Just like he knew your favourite song, what your go to breakfast was, and your nightly routine. He could tell when you were joking, when you were annoyed, and when you were trying to hide being upset. Recognising your little habits was second nature to him. He found himself thinking of you more and more lately, but never looked into why his heart would pick up the pace when you smiled at him — he's not sure what he'd do with the answer.

"Earth to 'Samu?" you waved a hand in his face. He blinked, snapping back to reality. "I asked you a question and you just stared at me!" He muttered an apology, asking you to repeat what you said.

"I asked how your class is," you stretched your arms out, splaying your body across your desk. "Find anyone to talk to yet?"

Osamu's mind went first to his desk mate, a tall, lanky boy with dark hair and slender green eyes whose name was evading him at the moment. He was quiet and didn't talk much, which Osamu appreciated — it was a nice break from the loud, brash, friend assigned to him at birth that was Atsumu.

"Mmm, we'll see," he hummed, moving the conversation on to a different topic. Soon, students were shuffling back to their seats and the two of you said your 'see ya later's to Osamu. He returned to his desk in his classroom down the hall, already feeling the emptiness of your and Atsumu's absence.

As he made his way back to his seat, he made eye contact with his desk mate. The dark haired boy tore his slender eyes from something on his phone screen and gave Osamu a slight nod, which was returned. Sitting down, his eyes glanced at what he was watching before they widened in excitement. It was a video of a the Japanese men's volleyball team, outlining their training regime and showing snippets of their matches.

"You like volleyball too?" Osamu's demeanour lit up, pointing to the boy's phone screen.

His green eyes blinked slowly, before answering. "Yeah, I wanted to join this school's team," he replied casually. He propped his phone up on his pencil pouch in between them, giving a better view of the clips of balls being spiked. "My name is Suna."

"Miya, but I've got a twin in class 1-C, so ye can call me Osamu." he extended his hand for a handshake, which Suna accepted. "You know when they're doing try outs?"

"Nah," Suna's attention returned back to his phone screen. A pause fell over the two boys, the narrator of the video the only sound between them. Finally, Suna spoke. "Whenever they are, do you wanna try out together?"

"Yeah, sure," Osamu tried to hide his excitement. Not only was he one step closer to joining the volleyball team, he was also making his first friend. His reply lingered in the air as he continued to watch the video on his desk mate's phone alongside him.

"Cool," came Suna's reply. Osamu quickly learned Suna liked to keep it short. He also quickly learned he appreciated that.

"Yeah, cool."

Your jaw dropped as Atsumu pressed his phone into your hands.

The two of you were waiting for the grey haired twin at the beige pillars, the school day over. Students flitted around, leaving, waiting for others or making their way to their after school clubs. The screen was open on a text message thread between himself and his brother, saved in his phone as 'Me but Lamer'. You giggled at first, a smile on your face before it faded as your eyes trailed further down the screen.

"I seriously look like that when I sleep?!" you gawked at the photo Osamu sent the blonde twin holding the phone closer to your face. It was accompanied with a text reading 'lol, look at her'. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"Yeah, it was funny."

You jumped and let out a small yelp, Osamu appearing behind you. You pouted at him while tossing Atsumu's phone back to him. The blonde expertly caught it, but not without giving out to you about being reckless with his precious phone. Osamu just grinned back at you, shooting you a playful grin.

"Whatever," you turned on you heel, as he slung a long arm over your shoulder.

"Ah c'mon y/n," he pulled you closer, and you prayed he didn't notice the heat start to rise to your cheeks. "Ye looked super pretty."

If you blinked, you would've missed it, but you felt the boy next to you stiffen. Osamu felt the words come out before he could stop them. He tells himself he doesn't know the reason he chose that word specifically, but he's not stupid — he has a feeling why. He swallowed hard, the words still lingering in the air, waiting for your reaction. Luckily for him, it wasn't you who responded.

"Sure, you could say pretty; pretty ugly!" Atsumu cackled, swinging his bag over his shoulder. You wriggled free from Osamu's grasp and shoved him with all your might, barely causing him to wobble. He stuck his tongue out at your pouty expression.

Osamu felt his jaw unclench, the tension from his body dissolving. Shaking off unfamiliar feelings, he began walking home, with his brother and you following close behind. In a rare moment, he headed your trio, taking the lead for once. He let his mind aimlessly wander, tumbling from one thought to another; He just got through his first day of high school, how much time he had to practice before volleyball tryouts, topics to talk discuss with his new friend Suna. Despite the mess of miscellaneous thoughts that raced through his brain as he walked, he found himself always returning to one.

How he called you pretty, and how you didn't seem to mind.

…

The three of you reached your house first. You waved them off, Atsumu starting to walk into the distance. Osamu lingered, eyes locked onto your figure, waiting until you were actually inside your home to leave. It was a habit he'd picked up in middle school, ever since you once spent hours outside in the rain because you lost your keys that day.

You turned to your door and reached into your bag. When your fingers clasped around nothing but air in the pocket you normally kept your keys, your searching became more frantic. Osamu watched as you turned your schoolbag inside out, brows furrowing in frustration.

"Ye lost your keys?" he called out, beginning to walk up your porch. The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft orange glow as he made his way up the familiar grey stone steps. He stopped as you sat defeated on the little stairs, legs stretched out.

"I think they're inside," you sighed, irritated. "I must've been distracted when ye showed up this morning looking like Shonen Jump characters!" Osamu let a laugh escape past his lips.

"S'not our fault ye got charmed by our handsome rugged looks." he teased, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Yeah, whatever," you leaned back on the palms of your hands. "Guess I'm waiting here til my ma or da come home." You looked up at the Miya twin who waited for you. "Don't worry 'bout me 'Samu, ye can go home if you want to."

Osamu hummed, but didn't move from his place. Instead, he took a seat beside you, his grey eyes watching the trees and grass sway gently in the breeze. Without words, you knew what he was trying to say. He was going to wait with you — wait for you.

You stared at him as he began to put your belongings back into your bag; In your search for your keys you had haphazardly thrown your books, pens, lunchbox, and more onto your doorstep. Osamu gingerly took them one by one and returned them to your schoolbag. Your heart swelled at the simple but kind action. The two of you sat there until your father's car pulled up into the driveway, chatting away while the evening wind lightly nipped at your skin.

Your dad gave a wave to the grey haired boy as he approached the door step. "New hair Osamu?" he chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. "That's a bold look, you'll be popular with the ladies in no time." The look your father shot your way wasn't lost on you.

Osamu gave a gentle wave as he descended down your porch, flashing you a soft smile as you watched until he disappeared around the corner. Your father opened the door and let you in, a thoughtful look on his face.

"He's always been good friend to ya y/n, hasn't he?"

You didn't answer, instead making your way to your bedroom. After a long day, you were finally reunited with the comfort of your soft bed. With the fatigue of the day catching up with you, you flopped onto your plush sheets, exhausted. You clutched your pillow and recalled what your father had said, sighing.

Osamu was good friend, a great friend even. Nothing more, nothing less.

Atsumu poked his head into the hallway at the sound of the front door opening and closing. His brother didn't even bother to spare him a glance as he tossed his tan blazer to the side.

"y/n lost her keys again?" he said, leaning against the doorframe. Osamu simply nodded and began to make his way up the stairs, when he stopped halfway, feeling Atsumu's surveying gaze on the back of his head. He whipped around to face his brother, their eyes meeting.

"I know what yer thinkin', 'Tsumu," he narrowed his eyes at his twin. "Knock it off."

"Ye think she's pretty, huh?" the blonde smirked. "When did that happen?"

Osamu didn't reply, not quite sure of the answer himself. Instead he restarted his ascent up the stairs, with Atsumu tailing him. They entered their shared bedroom, Atsumu making a beeline for his bed and Osamu taking a seat at his desk, setting his schoolbag down onto the wooden surface.

"Is it serious?" Atsumu called out as he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. "Or is it like that time ya thought ye liked that girl in elementary school- what was her name?"

"Don't even remember," Osamu rolled his eyes. "And it isn't anythin'. If it even is anythin', I don't know what it is."

"Are ya sure?"

Atsumu suddenly sat up, pulling his knees to his chest. He looked at his brother with a curious glint in his eyes. He knew him better than he thought, as the second his eyes landed on Osamu he could tell he was battling something internal. His twin's heart was at war with his mind.

"I think ye should figure it out quick," Atsumu spoke, causing Osamu to look over at him. "Soon, yer not goin' to be the only one who thinks she's pretty." He received a questioning look from his brother. "I'm just sayin',

"I'm not blind. I can see it too, ya scrub. But I don't like her like that, I mean, she's basically our sister."

"You callin' me weird for likin' her?" the grey haired twin scoffed. Atsumu gave his brother a toothy grin, and Osamu froze. He suddenly felt lightheaded and sensed a rush of blood to his cheeks.

"So… ya do like her?" with a yelp, Atsumu narrowly avoided a book that was promptly thrown at his head. "Hey- Watch the face!"

"Oi," Osamu stood from his chair, now staring daggers into his brother. The blonde felt a chill run down his spine. "Drop it 'Tsumu," he hissed. "I'm telllin' ya, it's probably nothin'. It's gotta be puberty, or somethin' stupid like that."

"Nothin' my ass," Atsumu murmured under his breath as Osamu sat back down at his desk. If he squinted, he could practically see the steam pouring out of his brother's ears.

A stillness fell over the room as Atsumu laid back down onto his plush mattress. The only sound filling his ears was the soft scribbling of pencil on paper coming from Osamu. He let his muscles relax, closing his eyes and letting his mind wander. It wasn't that he was adverse to the idea of his best friend and his brother together; If it really did come to fruition, he would've had actually welcomed it.

It was that he knew Osamu would not know what to do with his feelings. His brother had never been one to express what he was feeling out loud. He the most quiet out of your trio, expressive with the actions he took, not the words he said. He would be satisfied with showing you he was in love with you, but never saying it.

Atsumu always had a feeling — It was a side effect of his observation skills honed by years of matching the perfect sets to the players on the court. His brother was no different than an open book to him. It was in the subtle ways he'd show up for you — how he'd make sure you were fed, how he'd always match your pace, and how he always reassured you when you were, in Atsumu's words, being a big baby.

Atsumu's mind wondered what was going through yours after today.

The scraping of chair legs against their wooden bedroom floor indicated Osamu was now standing. He tossed a glance at his brother, clicking his tongue.

"Stop deepin' it 'Tsumu." he sighed, opening his bedside drawer and rummaging around for something. His hands emerged from the dresser with a fluffy white towel. "S'not like that. Just let me… figure it out first." This earned him an inquisitive look and a raised eyebrow from his twin. "Anyways, 'm gonna shower."

Atsumu jumped to his feet. "Hey wait, I was literally just about to get in the shower!"

"No ye weren't! You only wanna get in the bathroom before I do so ye can use all the hot water!" the grey haired twin retorted.

"Nuh uh, I was thinkin' 'bout it way before you!"

"Hardly," Osamu tossed his towel over a shoulder, making his way to the bathroom. Atsumu chased after his, his hand landing on his brother's shoulder and tugging him back.

"Let me go first, and I'll keep my mouth shut about whatever it is," he smirked at Osamu, who tensed at the words.

"Yer a pig," he glared at Atsumu, who stared right back. A beat passed, then two, the twins fighting silently with their eyes. Osamu was the first cede, pulling the towel off his body and promptly whipping it into Atsumu's face. "Fuckin' ass."

"Love ya too 'Samu!"

The slamming of the bathroom door concluded their conversation.

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"Hurry up y/n, yer so slow!"

The summer breeze carried the voice of Atsumu Miya across the open air. Three bikes made their way across streets lined with houses, tiny corner shops and verdant scenery. A blanket of calm shrouded the area, cut through only by the soft chirping of birds and the quite hum of the odd car or two on the roads.

"I don't need to hurry up," you huffed, pedalling faster. "You need to slow down!"

Atsumu ignores you, still leading the trio of bicycles down the pavements of your hometown. He powered on, letting his legs dangle off the sides of his bike as his dark hair flowed in the wind. You pout at your unresponsive friend, but none the less continued to cycle after him. His twin brother, Osamu Miya, rolled his eyes, but followed suit, matching your pace.

As you pedalled after them, you thought about the two boys in front of you. The brothers had been your friend since the three of you were barely able to walk. The years you hadn't known them were less than the years that you did — you couldn't remember a time where they weren't in your life. The thought made the corners of your mouth curl slightly upwards.

Finally, the leader of the pack stopped in front of a pillar, tall and looming. It was one side of the gates to the local high school; The bricks were a tan brown, flecked with specks of green moss and behind it you can see the large, storied building looming over you. Atsumu quickly abandoned his bike under a large gold and black plaque reading 'Inarizaki High School', before slipping past the gates. You and Osamu arrived moments later, out of breath and confused.

Atsumu made his way further onto the school's ground, his eyes darting around. Osamu is quick to grab your hand and follow after him. Physical touch wasn't foreign in your relationship, not when you had known each other for so long, so you didn't mind when he intertwined his fingers with yours in a tender grip.

The two of you run up to the energetic brother, who was stationed at the door of the school's gymnasium. He was peering into the open door of the building, and when the two of you finally caught up to him, you now know what Atsumu was so determined to see.

The squeaking of shoes and the impact of rubber on hardwood flooring filled your ears. The three of you watched as older boys in maroon tracksuits did different activities around the gym. Some ran up and down the courts, some did warm up stretches in the corner, some spiked volleyballs over nets with a powerful force that sent shivers down your spine.

The look on the twins' faces was one you'd soon become familiar with. A look reserved only for volleyball. The second they laid their eyes on the sport they were enamoured. In a word, they were obsessed. Even at only 11 years old you knew —they were going to be volleyball legends.

"We're gonna be like them one day 'Samu," Atsumu turned to his brother with a fire in his eyes. Osamu nodded his head vigorously. You smiled at the passion of the two, and as if rehearsed, they whipped their heads around to you in sync.

"Yer in this too, y'know," Atsumu jabbed his finger in your direction. "So don't even think about not playing with us!"

Osamu nudged his brother in the ribs, eliciting a sharp exhale from his twin. "Ya scrub, she doesn't hafta! Don't force her to play if she don't want to." He smiled at you sheepishly "We want ya to though."

You let out a soft laugh. This was how it always was. Atsumu saying something silly, Osamu telling him off and you laughing in response to their bickering. You stepped forward, separating the two, and hooked your arms around theirs.

"I think I'll decide later if I wanna play or not," you hummed, gaze still fixed on the volleyball players inside. "But yer right about one thing." Cheers erupted from the players inside, three pairs of eyes snapping to the sight of a volleyball hitting the gym floor.

"We're in this together."

The sun shone through your bedroom window, filling the room with soft, warm light. The window, left ajar, let in a cool breeze while your trio basked in the sun, soaking in the rays of light like plants photosynthesising.

"Ye can call us 'Tsumu and 'Samu now!"

Atsumu sat closest to the window, closest to the sun. You lay on your bed next to Osamu, his broad shoulders against your poster-filled bedroom wall and long legs dangling off the edge of your bed sheets. Along with clear skies and humid afternoons, the summer had brought growth spurts to the boys, which in turn brought a slew of teasing addressed to you. Curse mother nature, and her cruel and unfair ways.

The twins looked at you expectantly, eyes lit up. You had never seen them so enthusiastic about something so small, though you're sure this new nickname thing meant a lot to them.

"At camp, we met this guy with a seriously cool name!"

"You hafta meet him, he's so good at spiking!"

You smiled and nodded, the boys growing rowdier and more energetic as they continued on their volleyball induced rant. When they started talking about the sport, it was hard to tell when they'd stop, especially Atsumu. Said boy paused his rambling to direct a question your way.

"Will we ever convince ye ta play with us?"

Even though you had been asked this question countless of times before, for a reason evading you, this time it made your brows furrow. Your lips pursed and you bit the inside of your cheek, chewing on words that wouldn't come out.

Osamu was the first to notice your change in expression, as he always was when it came to these things. He nudged you gently with his knee, gaze softening as he looked at you, inviting you to say what was on your mind. You silently thanked him with a smile, and swallowed hard before replying.

"I'm not really that passionate about volleyball or sports, not like you guys," you stared past Atsumu and out the window, watching the wind gently sway the trees outside. "I'm not really passionate about… anything really."

Atsumu frowned. "That can't be true, ya always come watch us when we play!"

"Yer always taking pictures of us practicin' and playin'," his twin hummed in agreement.

"Well, that's 'cause I like takin' pictures of ya," you said, twiddling your thumbs, embarrassed at your sudden admission. "I like havin' photos of the things we do together, so when we're old and apart from each other," your voice turned quiet. "It'll be like you're still here."

A sombre silence fell over the room, as you eyed the boys for their reactions. Osamu had a blank expression on his face, staring ahead as if he was lost in thought, but Atsumu was already opening his big mouth.

"Yer such a sap, y/n," The comment barely elicited the bat of an eye from you; You were used to your best friend's snark by now. "When we're old, we're obviously gonna all still be together. Ain't no way in hell we're goin' anywhere."

"Ye know I hate agreein' with him," Osamu chimed in. "but he's right. Ya can save the photo taking for when we're on the cover of sports magazines!" The twins nodded vigorously, for once agreeing with each other. You closed your eyes and sighed, leaning back and letting your head hit your plush pillow.

The twins were already at your sides, poking your ribs. "Promise us, y/n, you'll go to all our matches and take pictures of us playin' and when we win trophies and medals!" The poking had quickly turned into tickling, laughter filling the walls of your bedroom, feet kicking in the air.

"Y-yeah- hic- I'll do i-it, just stop!" you swatted away the boys' hands, a triumphant look on their faces. A wave of relief crashed over you, and you felt your nervous system slow to a lull. You couldn't have asked for better friends, not that you needed friends other than the boys.

"But ya hafta tell us y/n, which one of us d'ya like taking pics of more?"

As the words exited his mouth, Atsumu received what would be one of many smacks from his brother.

Days turned to months, which in turn morphed into years. Before you knew it, you had been friends with the Miya boys for almost 14 years. Years of walking to school together, summers spent at each others' houses and trips to the shine with each others' families all melded together into a series of countless happy memories in your mind.

The night of your middle school graduation a bittersweet air graced the empty classroom you and the Miya boys sat in. The ceremony was long over, your former classmates gone to celebrate, leaving just you and the twins to reminiscence the time you spent here. The familiar scent of your former classroom brought you comfort as you wiped away lingering tears from earlier in the day.

"Ya big baby," Atsumu clicked his tongue, gazing out the window. He was teasing, but in your vulnerable state you took it harder than you knew he intended you to. Osamu glared at his brother in disapproval.

"It's just," you sniffed quietly. "Everthin' is changin'. I don't like not knowing what's next." Osamu inched closer to you to put a hand on your back. The gentle touch was a welcome sensation, as he rubbed small circles with care. "What if we're not in the same class? Or if ye find new friends, or get girlfriends-"

It was now Atsumu's turn to comfort you, in his own unique way. Grinning, he brought a hand to your head and ruffled hard, much to your annoyance. You opened your mouth in protest, but Osamu was the one who ultimately swatted his brother's hand away.

"Knock it off, 'Tsumu," he narrowed his slender eyes at his twin. "She's goin' through it, she doesn't need ya irritating her." He shot an exasperated look at Atsumu, who returned his look with a sheepish smile. "But he's not wrong."

To your surprise, he turned to you with an unusually serious expression, though his eyes betrayed him; Contrasting his tough exterior, they were gentle, gazing at you with a soft sympathy. "Doesn't matter if yer in a different class." He let out an exhale and removed his hand from your back, instead running it through his dark hair, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. You internally deflated at the loss of contact, though you weren't entirely sure why.

"We've always said yer always going to be our best friend, y/n. No matter what," he continued, his grey eyes sending a gaze your way. "Even if we do make new friends, there's no way we'd leave ya behind." You looked to Atsumu, who nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry 'bout girlfriends either," he piped up. "I promise ya, when I pull a smoking hot babe, you're still coming first." He turned to poke Osamu in the ribs. "And I wouldn't worry about this one neither, his ugly mug ain't getting any-"

This earned him a slap on the back of his head from his brother. Osamu's nose scrunched up, his expression turning sour. "We have the same face, idiot."

Atsumu, rubbing where his brother hit him, stuck out his tongue at him. "I wear it better though."

"How?"

"I just do."

"Yer adopted."

"Yer a scrub."

"You dumbas-"

A hearty laugh cut through the twins' argument, silencing them. You clutched your sides, wiping away tears from the corners of your eyes. They were no longer tears of sadness, a product of your anxiety and worries over the future. Instead, they came from watching your best friends bicker, as they always did. Oddly enough, the sight of them arguing brought you comfort, the familiarity putting you at ease.

You lowered your head onto Osamu's shoulder, feeling his muscles under you relax. From the corner of your eye you saw the boy smile, grey eyes twinkling in your direction. He draped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in, just a little closer.

You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, hoping time would stop, even for a moment, so you could stay where you were, as you were.

…

"Yer still so slow, y/n!"

Atsumu Miya raced to the front of your trio, pedalling as fast as his long legs could. Osamu Miya followed close behind. You, like always, followed your boys. Your hometown's streets were quiet as usual; The same shops, houses and trees lined the roads.

You cycled past the corner where Atsumu crashed his bike once, remembering the scarlet blood pouring from his busted lip as a result of the impact. Past the corner shop that Osamu always bought his sweets from, saying they didn't taste the same from anywhere else. You cycled down this path regularly enough to already know where you were going.

The three of you stopped outside thick brown brick pillars, the glint from the setting sun off a gold and black plaque hitting your eyes. You reached out and lightly grazed your finger tips against each character on the metal plaque, tracing each stroke carefully. You repeated the syllables in your head as you ran your touch along them.

When you reached the end, you turned to the boys who were staring at the school with a determined expression on their faces; Atsumu with his signature toothy grin, Osamu with his softer smile. They whipped their heads to you and both beamed from ear to ear.

"Get over here, ya scrubs," you let out a laugh, tugging them off their bikes and over to the 'Inarizaki High School' plaque. You produced your beat up flip phone from your skirt pocket, the worn down and chipped phone charm swinging as you moved. Setting it down a distance away, you quickly shoved the boys in front of the plaque. "The timer's counting down, hurry!"

Click!

Grabbing your phone, you fiddled with the buttons to check the picture. The quality of the picture wasn't the best, but you knew the photo was priceless. Three grainy, smiling faces wearing their middle school uniforms for the last time looked back at you — kind of. Atsumu was half turned to the camera, half turned to the plaque, smiling as he read the gold characters on the black background. You beamed at the camera, hair blowing lightly in the spring breeze. And Osamu?

Osamu's smile might have been directed at the camera, but his pale grey eyes were fixed on the girl beside him.

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The Miya twins were a constant in your life. Your best and closest friends. Where they went, you followed, and vice versa. For a long time, you always knew it would be the three of you against the world, chasing after each other. Atsumu followed his gut. Osamu followed his passion. And you? You followed the Miyas. Until you couldn't follow anymore.

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