Osamu Miya, who is secretly a Disney Adult. He took his younger cousin to watch the musical Frozen and was absolutely obsessed. He could not stop singing 'Love's an Open Door on the train ride back. He went to watch the show again a few months later.
Osamu Miya, who buys things in bulk. You love Milkis? Osamu would go to Costco the next day and return home carrying 2 large crates of Milkis just for you.
Osamu Miya, who doesn't use social media unless it's for promoting his business. He's late on trends, which gives you the perfect opportunity to do TikTok pranks on him. Atsumu and Suna are always calling him an unc when they have to explain these new slang words.
Osamu Miya, who started to grow his hair longer because you said you found men who have long hair attractive. He bought so many oils and hair care products. He got mistaken for being a girl, and instantly cut it all off.
Osamu Miya, whose wardrobe looks atrocious. Clothes are scattered and piling on the bottom floor. Hangers are empty. Atsumu the maximalist keeps buying him new clothes to improve his fashion sense, but those just end up going missing.
Osamu Miya, who likes to retire early at night. He's in bed at 9pm. But he's not sleeping, he's journaling. To ease his mind, and just get nice and cosy. As soon as you hop in bed, you're watching stupid instagram reels together.
Osamu Miya, who reminds you to take your bra off before bed. And if you are, he'll gladly take it off for you. You sit on his lap, popping your arms up like a stickman and placing your hand on his broad shoulders. And naturally, his hands sneak under your shirt to unclip it. God, does he enjoy it.
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Osamu Miya was not looking forward to tonight. His mother had invited a family he'd never heard of for dinner. She apparently met this super duper nice lady at the gym, and being the crazy lady she is, is now hosting a big family dinner. Keep in mind, she only started going to the gym (consistently) a week ago!
So when the doorbell rang, Osamu wanted to lose his mind. He groaned in agony as he made his way towards the hallway, naturally planting himself next to Atsumu to greet these strangers. Osamu looked strangely at his brother, Atsumu was unusually giddy after hearing earlier that day they had a daughter their age coming. But he only kept that information to himself.
Footsteps shuffled in, and the sound of his mother's enthusiasm muffled within the air. His eyes stayed on the ground. He wished he'd made the excuse to go to Suna's house and study, when really they'd be trolling kids on Roblox. Lips pouting, Osamu's mother's loud voice cut through his thoughts.
"Oh, let me finally show you my sons!" His mother beamed, holding a gift basket, half the size of her. "Meet Atsumu and Osamu".
"Wow! I can tell they are going to grow up to be handsome!" The lady complimented him, typical Atsumu blushed and grinned in pride. Deadpanned Osamu rolled his eyes and greeted them as the adults moved on towards the living room. Atsumu tagged along with the adults because that boy knows his mother would go mad if one of them did not help.
Osamu stood alone in the hallway. A sigh of relief escaped his breath, thinking he was finally at peace. Only to hear a startling voice.
"Hi", you casually said. He flinched, looking up at you. He didn't know they had a daughter. Holy, you were beautiful.
"You must be Osamu?" You tilt your head for confirmation. His mouth parted, unable to respond. It felt like dust was clogging his throat like Wheezy from ToyStory. He gulped, hoping you didn't hear how fast his heart was beating. He nodded his head.
"Ah", you acknowledge, smiling and reaching your hand out. "Nice to meet you, I'm Y/n".
His lips quivered. He took your hand, not noticing how tightly he had gripped it. Osamu was starstruck. He could not function; he just stared into the depths of your eyes. The song from Eyedress playing in his head, 'You look just like a dream, the prettiest girl I've ever seen. From the cover of a magazine'.
Your smile slowly shifted to an awkward chuckle. Awkwardly shaking eachother's hands for what felt like 10 hours. When will you let go, man? You tried pulling your hand away, but his grip was so abnormally strong, it was terrifying. Hesistant, you pulled again. Osamu stares, deeply allured by your presence. He was totally not bothered by your attempt to escape. He doesn't realise! He probably has that addictive part of Eyedress stuck in his head, watching you struggle.
Alas, with one forceful yank, your hand releases. However, Osamu still caught your fingertips. His palm is entangled around your fingertips, and you honestly wanted to cry. You deeply sighed, using all your might to drag your hand away. Freedom arrived when Atsumu returned.
"Oi Samu, get yer butt back in here before mum kills you!" Atsumu calls out, and Osamu clocks when returned back to reality. He gasps, letting go of your hand, and his own hands quickly travel to cover his mouth. He looks like a deer in headlights.
You sighed again, in relief, as you gave Osamu countless side eyes. One, because you were annoyed, and two, concerned for his well-being. Is this how you normally greet guests?
Atsumu looked between the two, about to die and throw a fit of laughter.
"Excuse me", you cleared your throat, leaving the 2 boys. What an embarrassing encounter. You feel like you've been pied, on purpose, by that grey-haired boy. You're sure he was going to make your night rotten.
"Oi, Samu. You like that girl or soemthing?" Atsumu playfully hit his shoulder.
Mouth no longer covered, Osamu, the nervous wreck, glared deadly at his brother. Atsumu only laughed.
"Hey, I saw yer finger's gripping her hand," He mocked the interaction. "Aha! Who does that?"
"Shut yer trap TSUMU"
"Aye! I ain't blaming ya! She is a pretty girl", Atsumu chimed, hands raised in the air.
"Yea she is..." Osamu murmured. Atsumu caught that.
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Dinner was normal. But Osamu couldn't help but stare when you munched on his onigiris in delight. At that moment, he knew you were the one for him.
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A/N: Inspired by my dream a few nights ago! Only it wasn't Osamu, but Enhypen Heesung instead LMAO
Working at the Ukai’s pizza shop sucks. Maybe due to your manager. Although a bright ray of sunshine, Hinata Shoyo is only 15 years old and absolutely shit at running this place. Why the heck did Ukai assign him as manger?
Or maybe because of that one salty tall bitch who just kinda hangs in the kitchen, doing nothing. And whenever Hinata scolds him, Hinata is the one coming out almost teary eyed. Yamaguchi tries to get tsukishima to be useful, and he’s actually great at making pizzas. But boy just doesn’t want to put in any effort.
Perhaps it’s the same teenage girl who comes in at noon to eat pizza at your crap restaurant. She coincidentally comes in whenever Kageyama is at the till. She’s over does it. Smiling, giggling and twirling her hair. Whilst Kageyama just has this neutral expression on his face, trying so hard to not look crazy tapping the slow cashier machine. The buttons barely work.
She orders the same thing. Sits in the same seat. There this one time where Yaachi bought her food to the table, and she was given the most awful look ever.
“Next time, send the boy with black hair to bring my food. Ok thanks”.
It made yaachi almost pee herself. You had to console her, poor girl. She was probably your favourite person to work with. But then she wasn’t at all.
Ukai had said that sales were down, and asked us teenagers to find a way to promote the business. Yaachi had been making promotions and they’re all terrible. The last one she did was; Whoever brings in the worst smelling socks gets a free margarita pizza.
Yaachi called the challenge: Smelly Italians
Someone did unfortunately win.
Then there was the 2nd year duo: Noya and Tanaka.
“Oh for the love of God Noya, stop flirting with the customers!” You scowled. This was the 3rd lady he’s tried to get their number. Tanaka is just snickering whilst sweeping the floor. Noya had hilariously failed with his whack social skills. I mean why did Tanaka tell him do a hongdae boy impression?
“Excuse me, are you open mindeu?” Noya whipped out his phone. The lady just awkwardly tilts her head in confusion. “Can I get your number?”
“Uh….”
“Perfect!” He answers for himself. “Then put your number in my iPhone 16 pro max”. He smirks. The lady punched in a number, probably a fake. Noya cried when he called the number, and it was dominoes instead.
The only sane person you work with was the third year, Koshi Sugawara. So unproblematic. Did his job. Always got the most tips. And labelled employee of the month. But that good persona of his was all a big fat lie.
He was training the new guy how it works in the kitchen.
“Alright, so your suppose to sweep before you mop” he explains.
“So should I start sweeping or something?” New guy asks.
“No no no. You see, I like to just kick all the rubbish underneath the oven”
He then takes out a yellow caution sign, and places it in front of the oven. “Done”.
You remember your eye’s gauge in despair to what you just witnessed. Lying son of a bi- I mean hay.
This was only a seasonal summer job. And you couldn’t wait until that final day of the contract expired.
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Extra:
Since when was cutting pizza so hard?
Tsukishima walks in the kitchen, towering over you from behind. “What are you doing?” He’s eyeing the pizza which you have cut into 40 small triangular shapes.
“It’s hard! I cut the first triangle and it gets all crowded and then I panic” you exclaim, feeling his glare. “Does anybody have a protractor!”
“Why would that help you?”.
“Angles, Tsukishima. Obviously”. You roll your eyes.
“Your pizza skills are shit”. He snorts.
“shut the fuck up you salty bitch!”
A/N: Inspired by Americanhigh short series: Minimum wage.
Suna loves your coach bag. Probably more than you do. He bought it as a gift when he went to the Paris Olympics.
You cherish it so much. It has a few wear marks from being your daily bag. And the zip handle has broken a few times, but you were quick to fix it. Sometimes Suna would offer to buy a new one, but you'd always shut him down because it would lose its sentimental value. Plus, Coach is expensive. Why bother?
He would always carry it for you, and it would be glued to his shoulder all day. There was this one time when he almost went to sleep with that bag on (Lord knows how that happens). He would always suggest your coach bag whenever you ask what bag matches your outfit. Even when your scrolling through his photo gallery of you, that coach bag was somewhat present in every photo.
“Rin, why is my bag seen in every photo?!” You mentally screamed, zooming into the corner of the photo. You swear, it was driving you mad.
“What? That bag makes you an it girl”
Oh yes, that coach bag was the it bag. Made you serve, as you should!
Then he started to notice all the keyrings you would glamorise your bag with. One day, it was the iconic coach cherry. Another day, it would be a Rilakumma plush dangling, and every time he met eyes with the bear's fat head, he imagined Rilakumma screaming at him for help. At first, it bothered him. The noise of jingling whenever you walked. But he's become accustomed to it and has grown quite fond of adding a personal touch to your coach bag.
For example, personally embroiders his name on the inside label of your bag. You saw the gesture as insanely sweet. Another reason why to never replace it, no matter how scruffed up and damaged it will become. When you posted a insta story of his embroidered name, you received many sweet messages, but also...
People thought the coach bag was his.
He found it funny and actually liked that idea. Crap, maybe you should buy him his very own coach bag. Soon. You assured yourself by noting it down in your planner.
Recently, you and Suna watched Zootopia 2! Such a good movie! You immediately went to Miniso to check out the merch, and Suna bought you a Nick Wilde keychain. (And compared himself to Nick Wilde, of course).
Later that night, he became the centre of attention when he posted a photo of himself nonchalantly holding your coach bag (ft. Nick Wilde). Let's just say that the sales for that specific coach bag drastically went up.
Now, everyone has that coach bag. You see at least one girl matching your bag whenever you go out. You don't really mind it. After all, did Suna buy them their bag? No. And did they have Suna Rinatarou's name personally embroidered inside? Nah. Yeah, you're all good. Don't worry about it.
Authors Note:
Hi! Thanks for liking my other posts! Seriously did not expect many to read them, but I'm so happy heh. I’m not the best at writing, but it feels nice to post them. Hope you all have a wonderful day :D
Summer had finally arrived, and you and Ushijima had planned to attend the firework festival at Sumida River. You both decided to wear traditional clothing, you wearing a soft pink kimono, embroidered with delicate flowers complimented with Wakatoshi’s simple, deep navy yukata.
The marketplace was bustling with chatter. Lanterns swung gently overhead, vendors called out their specials and the unrelenting smell of pastries stirred in the air. You could practically feel your mouth salivating, and would have to nag Wakatoshi to get you one, or two. You were linking arms, enjoying the atmosphere of the park, with children fooling around playing uno, and families or groups of women hunched together in a circle probably spilling tea about the latest gossip. All you could feel was a pleasant buzz of warmth.
Then something caught your attention, a tiny store tucked between two busier stalls. Before Wakatoshi could react, you slipped out of his hold and wandered inside. It was a treasure trove of trinkets, lined with Sanrio characters, miffy charms and studio ghibli figures. You were seconds away from fainting from cuteness overload. But one item in particular nearly caused your soul to leave your body.
A Paddington keychain.
It was located on the top of the shelf and tragically out of reach. You needed some assistance. You turned to call your boyfriend, spotting a tall figure, broad shoulders, dressed in navy and hair the same shade and length. Without thinking, you sneaked your hand into his, tugged his sleeve and lips pouting said:
“Toshi, could you be so kind and reach that bear keyring up there?”
You pointed towards the shelf, batting your lashes until you locked eyes with the man you met. Your body froze.
That was not Ushijima.
Panicked, you heard a deep unmistakable cough behind you.
“Ahem.”
Your hand was gracefully removed from the strangers, and replaced with larger and more possessive hands. Ushijima step in between you and the stranger, and with a neutral expression faced you.
“That man’s grip is inferior to mine”. He squeezed your palm, hinting his irritation.
With swift movements, and without breaking eye contact with the poor stranger, Ushijima reached past him and plucked the keyring from its hook, setting it carefully into your palms. You stared, stunned.
“Sorry-“
“His posture is 2 degrees off. he lacks intention” he interrupts bluntly. “If that's who you're calling for, you've already settled."
You blink once. Then twice. This man.
“Are you alright?” You finally asked.
“Yes,” he said simply. Then, after a beat, added with absolute seriousness, “But he shouldn’t be.” His stare flicked back to the stranger, poor man regretted leaving his home.
Meanwhile, Ushijima’s thoughts were practically visible on his face.
How did she think he looks like me? I do not slack. Ever.
Authors note:
Inspired by a TikTok I saw. Credits to @Kcnotfound_
The MSBY home arena erupted as the final whistle blew. Bokuto had victoriously saved the team by scoring in the last minute. The group of men swarmed him, Hinata jumping onto his back, screaming like a madman, whilst others patted his back, ultimately boosting Bokuto's ego.
As the opposing team left the court, the MSBY men also decided to head towards the changing room. However, on the way, they were unluckily mobbed by a hive of reporters. A few managed to pull Atsumu and Bokuto aside.
“Congratulations on winning once again!” The reporter beamed, “Bokuto, Atsumu, how do you feel about that never-ending set?"
“Whew!” Atsumu puffed out dramatically, and his hands landed on his hips. "It was hell, I'm planning to jump off a cliff after this. But... I would say that we stayed put and dominated through"
He smiled, and looking at the camera, slyly grinned. "And... honest to heart, I believe I carried the team today". He proudly thumped his hand against his chest.
Bokuto snapped his head around, eyebrows shooting with disbelief at his dear friend. “UH, NO? My spike got us the final point!” He barked. "Yeah, but I assisted that point so it's technically mine! DUH" Atsumu playfully rolled his eyes.
When they both turned their head to the reporter once again, they were met with their PR manager's beady eyes. Behave.
“So,” the reports continued, amused, “I heard that family came to watch the game?”
The reporter had impeccable timing. Just as Atsumu was going to open his mouth, the sound of wailing echoed down the hall. His head whipped in the direction of the sound, ears attentive.
“…Is that my kid?” He muttered, glancing at Bokuto, who only shrugged in response, then back at the reporter.
A familiar figure appeared, his wife was approaching them with Atusmu's daughter beside him and his son in her arms, face scrunched up and crying hysterically.
“It is my kid”, he confirms with a grin, “Looks like ya have yer answer, Mr reporter” His attention stayed fixated on his son, who was desperately trying to escape his mother’s grasp.
“Hey!” He called out softly, waving to get the boy’s attention. “Honey, ya can give him to me”, he reached his arms out, “He’s my sidekick”.
The moment the toddler was passed into Atsumu’s arms and settled against his hips, the crying stopped. Bokuto burst into laughter at the boy's tears and pointed at his face.
“Uh-oh!” Bokuto snorted. “Kid’s got a big booger on his face!”
The camera zoomed in on the boy’s face, who flushed with embarrassment, turned his head away. Atsumu chuckled at his reaction and gently rubbed circles on his back.
“Here ya go, baby,” he murmured, pulling a tissue from his pocket. With ease, he wiped his son’s face clean. “Nice and fresh for the camera"
The interview was shortly posted online, and went viral. Fans flooded the comments:
2M views
1M likes
Comments:
Atsumulover123: How is Atsumu even hotter when he's in dad mode??
Apple.eater42: That kid is so cute I suddenly want twelve.
HinataShoyo: The way he handled that booger??? father of the year.
And just like that, Atsumu Miya had unintentionally ignited a new wave of baby fever across social media.
