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♡ dinner (feat. osamu miya)
˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ dinner ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊
Osamu Miya loved his profession.
Aside from being able to share his cooking whilst making an investment out of it, it also allowed him to keep ties with people of his past. May that be former volleyball rivals, previous teammates and friends, or others.
But what he loved most about it has become the little moments he'd been able to experience with every new day ever since you came into his life.
What had started out as but a trivial moment in each other's day accompanied by fleeting conversation had soon evolved into a routine neither of you had put a name to yet.
And the routine formed would go as followed.
First, he would work his shift as he always had, preparing for the day, serving customers, doing all the things connected to allowing his establishment to thrive.
But once the noise faded and the people went on about their lives, his anticipation would grow. Closing time would be steadily approaching, his attention flickering to the clock more often than he'd ever admit to - not because he wished to close but because he wished you'd come by.
And you did. Once your own shift drew to an end, you would seek him out, lock the door behind you and head to the counter where your dinner would already be waiting, not to be touched.
Stepping 'round the counter, you would join him, aiding him in cleaning and preparing and closing, chatter sounding through the otherwise quiet restaurant, easy laughter blooming in the kitchen.
Your came easier, his work moved slower, attention now divided by you, the distribution heavily in your favor as his gaze would stray to you every few seconds - drawn to each and every feature, each microexpression, hanging onto every word, every movement, every thing you offered and did not.
And once the kitchen offered no more work to be done and the clock told closing time to have long since passed, the two of you would settle by a table together, enjoying dinner in each other's presence.
And as he watched you speak, watched you eat what he'd put extra care into just because he knew the costumer this batch would go to, he couldn't help the hint of a smile tugging on your lips in wonder at how his life had turned out.
That, months ago, he would have had eaten dinner by now already, on his own - but ever since you asked whether he'd like to have dinner together, his dinnertime had shifted back until you'd arrive each day. A batch set aside, untouched, even without knowing when you'd arrive, if you would.
But you did. And so it continued.
♡ 02/03/2026
♡ divider by cursed-carmine
˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ dance ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊
The warmth of his hand sept through your gown. Fingers splayed on the small of your back, guiding gently through each harmonised step.
Your gown swept gently with each step, fabric swaying back and forth, dancing in time with the indulging couple.
The light of the chandelier mirrored itself on the few blank spots of the dance floor, the warm glow illuminating the room as much as the music sounding through the hall with every melody and harmony anew. Through veins it bloomed as much as the room, hearts swelling and movements igniting.
The music rang within your ears, the sound of fabric rustling, of heels clinking, laughter ringing.
Your eyes swept up to search his own, only to find them already drawn to yours as though they've been all evening, not straying for but the fraction of a second.
And you could've sworn you felt your heart stutter, felt the room quieten, steps faltering as you found his eyes, his unwavering attention.
His hand drawing you closer, his presence closing you in, cradling the curve of your hip, the small space of your lower back with a gentleness belying his frame.
His steps unwavering, even as yours faltered. His gentle guidance relentlessly patient even as your heart threatened to burst from the overwhelming fullness overcoming it.
And you didn't know whether to weep or laugh at the sheer joy rushing through your veins, reaching every capillary, appearing to bloom into every cell of your body.
So you allowed yourself to be drawn closer, your arms to envelop him further as his warmth sept over, his loving tenderness holding you close, cradling your heart within his palms 'though it might shatter along with his own.
♡ 02/03/2026
♡ divider by cursed-carmine
i made something..
HQ MEN + SLEEPING POSITIONS
ft. haikyuu! male characters
content. nothing but fluff, timeskip
note. sinnie makes a post like this again? shocking i know.
☆— HANDS UNDER YOUR SHIRT
if there’s one thing that you absolutely love, it’s him sneaking his cold hand under the hem of your shirt. you noticed the little figures he draws on your stomach with the tip of his fingers and you can’t help but smile as his hand goes limp after a minute or so. placing your hand on his, you too finally drift off to sleep.
| SUNA, oikawa, sakusa, TSUKISHIMA, osamu, akaashi |
that new outfit
Special Pudding {Osamu M. x Reader}
Tags: F/M, Food, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Soft Miya Osamu, one shot, not beta read, pretty much idiots in love word count: 2,987 Summary: In summer days, you decided to make chocolate pudding for yourself. Not really trying to hide it. By chance, Osamu spots you eating some. The moment he had that first spoonful in his mouth, Osamu has liked your chocolate pudding since and from then on wants more. A/N: idk i just wrote this for fun edit: fixed some stuff [ao3]
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"Is that pudding?" Osamu asks, pointing at the moist container in your hands. It is, indeed, pudding. Not just any pudding, not pudding that's bought in the store, or something your parents made, It is your pudding, chocolate pudding. In the past weeks, you have been obsessively trying your hand in making some for yourself, mostly to stave off the summer heat. After many attempts, this was the best one. For a split second, you hesitated answering him, not wanting to share your hard earned work. Then, the thought of wow-ing Osamu with your new found specialty dessert pops up.
"Yeah, I made it. You want some?" You offer it to him. He stares at it, undecided and unimpressed.
"I dunno... it looks kinda bad."
"Oh c'mon! Since when did you pass the offering of free food?" you argue, scooping a spoon of the pudding and holding it up for Osamu. He suspiciously looks at you, more to just get an annoyed reaction. The spoon is taken from your hand and he slides it in his mouth. Once the spoon is gone, his jaw moves in a steady motion. Eyes close, focusing on the tastes. A small smile creeps on each corner of his mouth.
“See? I made good pudding.”
Can somebody hold him for a sec 🤏
overprotective bf! iwaizumi hajime who has a death grip on your arm when walking outside during winter bc he already knows you’re gonna slip
7:00 AM
him laying on your chest as your fingers massage his scalp, the warm morning sunlight peeking through the curtains and casting a golden hue on his soft skin. your alarm went off and you felt his arms tighten around your waist, “just five more minutes, love,” he mumbled, voice thick and hoarse with sleep.
five minutes turned into ten, ten turned into fifteen— and so on. but who are you to deny when you look at him and see him so relaxed after hours and hours of hard work <3
| KITA, daichi, akaashi, USHIJIMA, sakusa, kuroo, aran, IWAIZUMI, OSAMU |
spending the day with osamu
[ kita shinsuke ]
you stared blankly at the clear box of heart-shaped chocolates that was handed to you, your two incredibly proud best friends standing in front of you with a wide grin. suna was between them, snickering as snapped a picture of your exhausted expression as you slowly glanced up. “…you two are aware valentine was days ago, right?”
suna raised an unamused eyebrow, pushing his phone into his pocket as the three of you continued walking. “yes, we remember how you were mourning over our captain after he rejected you the entire day clearly.”
your eyes narrowed as the twins turned to him with groans, berating him for reminding you about the incident
as if you could even forget.
“you forced me to confess.” you hissed out. the three immediately grimaced and you had a guess they were remembering how they quite literally forced you to give kita the letter you never planned to give. it was silent for a few seconds before suna’s blank face cracked as he sighed softly, shrugging his backpack off one shoulder. he stopped walking as he moved the backpack in front of him, unzipping it and easily pulling out small bouquet that you had no idea how it did not get crushed.
he extended it over, frowning. “we’re sorry. we genuinely thought he likes you back.”
you stared at him for a few seconds before quietly accepting it, mumbling a quiet ‘thank you’ before atsumu suddenly groaned loudly, stopping in his steps. “this all makes no sense! he gave so much hints about liking you!”
osamu huffed. “he practically glared at us everytime we jokingly flirted with you, we were so sure about it!”
you hummed mindlessly as suna shrugged an arm over your shoulder comfortably with a sigh before you glanced up at the gates that were a few feet away. “hey, let’s skip first period today, i could really use a coffee.”
suna pulled you closer with a quiet grin, his head leaning on yours. “you’re paying?”
you matched his grin, leaning closer to him. “of course i am. after all, i have a bouquet and chocolates to make up for.”
that day, you strolled into practice half-way, your eyes down on your phone as you did so. everyone was already used to your presence that no one even glanced over as you slumped on the nearest set of benches, placing the bouquet beside you before you started snacking on the chocolates.
man, osamu was a good fucking cook.
unfortunately for you, you were too invested in your phone to notice how kita halted in his steps when he saw the bouquet and chocolates, his blank stare cracking as he frowned, eyes analyzing you as you nonchalantly ate the chocolates.
and unfortunately for kita, three certain players certainly did notice, both sharing a look before grinning as they walked over, atsumu smirking at his captain. “the roses are pretty, aren’t they?”
kita’s gaze remained on you, unmoving. “they’re… nice. who is it from?”
“who knows?” suna shrugged nonchalantly, eyes half-lided in amusement. “they have a lot of admirers.”
kita’s fingers tightened around the ball. “i thought they didn’t like chocolates.”
osamu grinned widely. “which is why whoever made them probably have altered them to their taste. must be someone pretty close, hm?”
atsumu leaned on his brother. “probably means they have a chance with [y/n], don’t you think so, samu?”
“oh, i believe so, tsumu—“
“get back to practice.” kita’s stern voice cut through. the three mockingly saluted him before they moved on, making sure his gaze was still on you before they bursted into silent giggles, palms pressed against their lips to muffle the noises.
yeah, they were definitely sure he liked you.
so, when your name was called loudly after practice, they couldn’t help the smirks as they quickly excused themselves with giggles, reminding you of young gossiping teenage girls and leaving you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion before you slowly turned around.
“kita?”
the response you got was a pretty white rose carefully held out. kita stared at you, eyes soft and lips curled into a small smile. “i couldn’t say yes without having our first date thoroughly planned out. are you still interested?”
sakusa x gn! reader
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sakusa has to be the clingiest boy you've ever dated.
you wouldn't believe it if you weren’t the one dating him. you'd think that he’d be someone who would much rather have his space than be held all the time, the type to hold hands when they sleep on the same bed and nothing more. maybe a kiss or two in the morning and when he gets back home. someone who shows their love through acts of service and maybe gift-giving.
but you couldn't have been more wrong.
and the fact is proven to you every single day. how it was a complete struggle to get out of bed every morning, simply due to the fact that he absolutely refuses to let go. his face is always smushed against the crook of your neck as he gives you light pecks to try and convince you to stay in bed for just five more minutes.
or the way he keeps tugging you back by the end of your shirt every time you’re going somewhere without him as a silent way to ask for more and more kisses by the door- because he knows no matter how much you resist, sigh and complain, you’ll always give in until he’s had his fill.
and how he comes up behind you when you’re cooking dinner to press a kiss on the back of your neck. he always stays there for much longer than necessary, and if you know your omi as well as you think you do (you do), you have a feeling he’s enjoying the domesticity of it all- coming home to see his lovely partner cooking for him after a tiring day, even if you were busy too.
when he looks at you with the cutest pout every time you stop petting his hair, you’ll have to kiss the furrow of his eyebrows and his adorable frown away because otherwise, he’ll be in a bad mood for the rest of the day. and how every night, without fail, you would wake up with your arms numb because of kiyoomi’s head resting on your bicep, cuddling against your chest and arms around your waist like he’ll never let go.
and the way he asks ‘where are you going?’ with a slight whine every time you so much as get up from the couch to use the bathroom, he blushes every time you laugh as he tells you to hurry up and get back.
but you love it really, the way he acts when he’s with you, and you always will. you love the sight of his shocked teammates staring at how giggly and flustered their usually stoic friend is. you love that you’re the only one who really gets to see the dimples that show when he’s laughing. you love the way he blushes when you call him your little princess as he tells you to stop, even though you know he absolutely loves it. you love that he still looks away in embarrassment when you gently kiss his palm, and you love the way he looks at the ring on his finger- like he can’t believe it’s there.
Drawing a randomly generated Haikyuu character (almost) every day until I give up
71. Kageyama Tobio
i wish they got to interact more
Drawing a randomly generated Haikyuu character (almost) every day until I give up
69. Kita Shinsuke
「3:09am」
“Psst. Babe.”
Silence. You pout, bringing your hand up to lightly pinch his cheek.
“Baby,” you whisper, louder this time. He scrunches his nose and flinches away from you, a small groan leaving his lips. Excitement bursts from you in the form of a quiet gasp, and you shimmy yourself closer to your sleeping boyfriend, wrapping your hands around his own.
“I want crème caramel” He furrowed his brows, eyes still closed.
"What time is it?” Osamu buries his face deeper into the pillow, squeezing back when he feels you squeeze his hands.
“Late. Well - early, technically, but we can just eat it for breakfast?” He popped one eye open to look at you.
“We don’t have crème caramel, baby.” You grinned.
“But we have eggs, and….other stuff. Probably.”
“…you want to bake a crème caramel, from scratch, at-” he lifts his head and squints at the alarm clock on your nightstand. “- three o’clock in the morning?”
You nod, far too vigorously for the ungodly hour, and you’re met with with a contemplative stare. The anticipation was getting to you, and you had to physically hold yourself back from whining and wiggling in an attempt to wring an answer out of him sooner than he was ready to. The sudden warmth on your knuckles brought your attention downward, and your chest warmed at the sight of his fingers absentmindedly ghosting across your skin.
He sighs.
“Ya lucked out, I think we’ve got everything we need,” He says, finally, and his voice is still laced with sleep and you find your heart warming at the unusually gruff tone.
“Did you seriously just take inventory in your head?” He cracks a smile at your tired giggle, reaching down to pinch your side as you let out a soft squeal.
“Do ya want it or no?” You nod, your fingers swiping across your lips, mimicking a zipper. He chuckles and throws the covers off, moving to sit upright while he slowly lets the sleep drip away from him. The moonlight filters through the room, enveloping him in a soft, luminescent glow. Your eyes trail along his back, mapping out each mole and freckle as if they were constellations, and he was an entire universe. He was the kind of person people write stories about, you think. You feel your breath hitch, and you shudder - because the amount of love you felt for him was monumental; and sometimes it overflowed, poured out of you like molten gold. It was times like these that you wanted nothing more than to just hold him, have him look at you like he always did - the soft expression that seemed to say “you are my world”.
You reach your hand out and trailed a finger from one freckle to the next, slowly dancing up his back. Osamu shivers under your touch and turns to look at you, his eyes soft, and smile sweet.
“What’s up, baby?” You shake your head, wordlessly reaching out for his hand, pulling him back into bed. You were scared to speak, afraid your emotions would spill all over the bed, and ruin the moment you were so desperate to have.
He let you guide him, sinking back into the warmth of the bed as his body enveloped you, lips trailing the side of your face until they reached your own.
“What happened to crème caramel?” You hum against his lips, hands snaking into his hair as his grip on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against him.
“It can wait till morning.”
not beta’d lmao no one is awake rn
wc: 598
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