I've decided that I'm going to restart Crepuscular rays just because I think it could be better and I've got the time rn, so if you see it being reuploaded that's just me redoing it
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The volleyball gym was buzzing with activity, a whirlwind of energy and competitive spirit. You had been assigned as the new team manager for Inarizaki High School, a position that required patience, organization, and a keen eye for detail. But what you hadn’t anticipated was the amount of attention you’d garner from the team’s star players: the Miya twins, Atsumu and Osamu.
It all started innocently enough. You arrived early, your dedication to the team evident in every task you undertook. The twins noticed your hard work, often offering to help carry equipment or set up drills. Osamu, with his easygoing nature and charming smile, was always quick with a joke or a playful tease, making you laugh during the most stressful moments.
Atsumu, on the other hand, was a different story. His flirtations were intense, his golden eyes watching you with an intensity that made your heart race. You couldn't deny the magnetic pull you felt towards him, but there was always a competitive edge to his actions, as if he was constantly vying for your attention and approval.
One afternoon, while the team was taking a break, you found yourself cornered by Suna Rintarou. His tall frame and confident demeanor impossible to ignore.
“Hey there, new manager,” he greeted, his smirk playful and his eyes gleaming with mischief. “How are you handling us wild boys?”
You laughed, appreciating the light-hearted banter. “It’s a challenge, but I think I’m managing.”
Suna leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Are we as much trouble as we seem?”
Before you could respond, Atsumu appeared, his expression darkening as he took in the scene. “What’s goin’ on here?” he demanded, his tone sharper than usual.
Suna straightened, his smirk never faltering. “Just getting to know our lovely manager here, 'Sumu. You know, friendly conversation.”
Atsumu’s jaw tightened, his eyes flicking to you and then back to Suna. “Well, she’s got work to do. Don’t ya, manager?”
You nodded, sensing the tension. “Yes, I should get back to it.”
As you moved away, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of Atsumu’s gaze on your back. The rest of practice passed in a blur, with Atsumu throwing himself into drills with more aggression than usual, his frustration palpable.
Later that evening, as you packed up the last of the equipment, Atsumu approached you, his usual cocky demeanor replaced with something more vulnerable. “Hey,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry ‘bout earlier. I just… didn’t like the way Suna was lookin’ at ya.”
You looked up at him, surprised by his honesty. “It’s fine, Atsumu. He was just being friendly.”
Atsumu stepped closer, his eyes locking onto yours. “I don’t want friendly. Not from him. Not when it comes to you.”
Your breath hitched, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race. “Atsumu…”
Before you could say more, Osamu’s voice cut through the air. “Oi, Atsumu! Quit hogging the manager!”
Atsumu groaned, but a hint of a smile tugged at his lips. “Duty calls,” he muttered, his hand brushing yours in a fleeting touch that sent shivers down your spine.
The days that followed were filled with a tension that seemed to grow with each passing moment. Atsumu’s jealousy flared whenever Suna was around, and Suna, sensing the rivalry, seemed to take delight in flirting with you just to get under Atsumu’s skin. Osamu watched it all with an amused grin, occasionally stepping in to diffuse the tension but mostly letting his brother stew.
One evening, after a particularly grueling practice, you found yourself alone in the gym with Suna. He leaned against the wall, his smirk firmly in place. “You know,” he drawled, “Atsumu’s not the best at hiding his feelings.”
You sighed, knowing exactly what he meant. “He’s just protective.”
“Protective? Is that what you call it?” Suna stepped closer, his eyes locking onto yours. “Or maybe he’s just scared of a little competition.”
You didn’t get a chance to respond as you spot a hand on Suna’s shoulder, dragging him away from you followed by a glance at Atsumu’s thunderous expression. “Back off,” he growled, his fists clenched at his sides.
Suna raised his hands in mock surrender. “Easy there, Atsumu. Just having a chat.”
Atsumu glared at him, then turned to you, his eyes softening. “Come on. I’ll walk ya home.”
You nodded, feeling the weight of the unresolved tension between them. As you walked alongside Atsumu, the silence was thick with unspoken words.
Finally, he stopped, turning to face you. “I mean it, y’know. I don’t want anyone else lookin’ at ya like that.”
You met his gaze, your heart pounding. “Atsumu, I…”
He took a step closer, his hands gently cupping your cheeks. “Just tell me you feel the same,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion.
Your resolve melted under his intense gaze, and you nodded, leaning into his touch. “I do, Atsumu. I do.”
His smile was blinding, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours, the kiss filled with all the pent-up desire and tension that had been simmering between you.
As the kiss broke, Atsumu rested his forehead against yours, his breath ragged. “You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice filled with determination. “And I’m not lettin’ anyone take you away from me.”
In the distance, you hear Osamu pretending to puke.
okay that kuroo piece is still coming but have this small sakusa x MSBY!manager blurb that I just thought up and got so excited about!! I’m marking this down as fem!reader just for this specific little ramble. it can be read separately from the series !!
warnings: none, but probably a bit of a disconnect from what really happens at charity galas lmao
sakusa kiyoomi has a certain reputation for being very stoic and stand-offish in public- always polite but rather blunt in interviews. he’s tall, intimidating and not very personable around those who don’t know him, so it’s not a surprise people perceive him this way. his preference for wearing his mask most of the time only adds to this reputation, and he couldn’t care less. in fact, you would argue that he finds comfort in being perceived as unapproachable by strangers.
but when MSBY fans realize how horrifically down bad their favourite wing spiker is for the team manager, they have a field day with this absolutely drastic personality shift.
it starts with little jokes made by fan accounts about how much nicer he is to you in comparison to his teammates. they latch onto passing comments made by bokuto or atsumu about how when you’re at practice they feel at ease because they’re less likely to get obliterated by his sarcastic remarks.
no one has clued into the fact that you’re together yet, just that there’s some serious chemistry between you two.
it doesn’t go much further than that until the night of some charity event a lot of different teams are attending. of course managers are there, as well as coaches and trainers and JVA employees.
you’re doing the press/carpet walk before entering the event and in between photos and walking between journalists, one of the straps of your heels has come undone.
you frown a little and inspect it before realizing your dress restricts your ability to fix it yourself, so you nudge your boyfriend and stick your foot out to draw his attention to your predicament.
you don’t think twice about how there are no words are spoken. just a simple action and understanding between two lovers.
so people watch on as sakusa kiyoomi drops to his knees right then and there without protest and fixes your shoe. you take the opportunity to adjust the neckline of your dress (a deep, silky forest green to match his tie) and look around while you wait for him to finish.
you don’t realize the uproar this is bound to create, and you definitely don’t think twice about the fact that your boyfriend isn’t wearing a mask to this event.
…which means everyone is able to see the blush on his face and the tiny yet extremely lovesick smile on his lips as he gets up. you grin and pat sakusa on the cheek in thanks before walking to the next reporter, him trailing behind you dutifully.
you check twitter the next morning and your timeline is flooded with videos of that moment, captions gushing about how sweet and happy he looks. some fans go as far as to say he looks like a lost puppy following you around.
he doesn’t regret it one bit, but you have to comfort him when he loses his stand-offish reputation after that because he dreads the idea of more people possibly coming up to him in public.
