𖦹 germ aware, not a germaphobe (he plays volleyball).
𖦹 was raised in a conservative household (half Korean dad's side).
𖦹 2 older sisters.
𖦹 One is a model with a lawyer husband/ other one is a software developer.
𖦹 Cousins: Komori and his two sisters.
𖦹 Komori told him about some weird shit that he does and when kiyoomi realized that that is probably normal for the average Japanese, he developed a disgust for people around him.
𖦹 Never had the “girls have cooties” phase.
𖦹 Cheating is his worst fear as he trusts his partner more than anyone (drinking from same straw, sharing a bed,etc.) and being betrayed Like that shudders him.
𖦹 Doesn’t like and can’t socialize.
𖦹 soldier.
-> has tons of fake accounts for all social media Platforms
𖦹 Has NO streaming platforms, he doesn’t gaf about movies and series.
𖦹 His friends got him into gaming and he is just so embarrassed about it.
𖦹 Not a multitasker.
𖦹 His mood is based on his energy.
𖦹 Close and involved family.
-> says he isn’t a family person but couldn’t live without his siblings and cousins
𖦹 Hates Summer and shorts.
style ::
𖦹 LOVES SUIT PANTS OMG
𖦹 starts layering whenever he goes through an identity crisis
𖦹 he's so Korea and its fear of color
MSBY ::
𖦹 sakusa loves them so much and he hates it
𖦹 group interviews are so fun
𖦹 when they started playing professionally, they treated the games like a high school game
𖦹 pretty much always scheduled together for promotion
𖦹 onigiri miya has seen very side of them
𖦹 Group chat is ACTIVE
𖦹 Hang outs with Osamu as well
𖦹 Big hangouts with other players due to Highschool contacts
my biggest hq headcanon based on nothing is that hinata is secretly a huge musical theatre girly. i think he’d like to listen to showtunes on his bike rides and stuff because he doesnt have the attention span for podcasts / audiobooks, but for longer distances, he would enjoy something with more of a storyline to keep him occupied.
his teammates know nothing about it until he thinks he’s alone and belts out christines parts of phantom of the opera in the shower. bokuto joins in, atsumu is in shambles, sakusa is staring at the wall in a state of existential dread
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
With the World Championship concluded, Shouyou and Atsumu are headed back to Osaka for the V. League season. However, the league and the Black Jackals have changed while Shouyou's been away.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A new promotional video has been posted on the MSBY official youtube channel: MSBY Reads RPF Fanfiction – ft. Kodzuken. Tune in now to see your favorite MSBY players read and react to a specially selected fanfiction: "Sold to MSBY" by [redacted]. Crackfic.
just learned that people from osaka are stereotyped as having a great sense of humor and always going along with the bit…… msby funniest team ever i KNOW that’s right💛
Atsumu didn’t mind. He had the night free. It wasn’t like Bokuto was asking him to bury a body. He just needed a partner for his ballroom dance class on Wednesday.
“I scare all the women,” he said, as he morosely chomped his takeout. “I heard one of the girls tell her friend I was too beefy.”
Atsumu had nodded in understanding. If you didn’t know Bokuto, his energy was terrifying. That, plus the unique hair, booming voice, huge muscles…yeah. It made sense.
Three days later, Atsumu was pressed up against his beefy friend, clutching his hand, learning the tango.
It’s not so different from volleyball, Atsumu thought, as he matched the beat the instructor was clapping. Step-step, step. But instead of tossing a ball and serving, I’m swishing.
That was the word the instructor used for the motion of their hips. Swishing.
Atsumu didn’t mind letting Bokuto lead, even though all the other people following in the class were women. Gender was overrated, and swishing was fun. Atsumu was just glad he wasn’t doing it in heels.
“Alright, everyone!” the instructor called brightly. “Smile for the camera!”
She walked around, filming them for an Instagram story. Atsumu giggled as Bokuto tossed him around like he was a five-kilogram bag of rice and not a professional fucking athlete.
“That was fun,” Atsumu agreed, as they rode the train back to their apartment afterward.
“You wanna go again sometime?” Bokuto asked with a grin.
It became a thing.
They started going every week the Jackals were in town, quickly becoming the stars of the studio’s social media posts. The two of them were advertising at its finest; people started coming to class for a chance to see two V.League players show their grace outside of the court. Even negative publicity from people who were against the idea of two men dancing together just made the videos even more popular.
The instructor asked them to participate in a competition, but squeezing the classes into their busy practice schedule and away games was already nearly impossible.
Then, six months after they’d started attending, disaster struck.
At least, that’s how it felt to Atsumu.
“I’m not abandoning you,” Bokuto said sheepishly. “Since he’s in town, I told Keiji he could come with me this time.”
“And didn’t think about where that would leave me?” Atsumu wasn’t proud of how whiny he sounded. “I don’t know how to lead! I only know how to follow!”
Sure, he could try to reverse everything, but it wasn’t the same, he was used to Bokuto, damnit. Any change in Atsumu’s routine threatened to send him into a meltdown on a good day. Showing up to class as a third wheel who didn’t know what to do did not sound like a good day.
From the opposite corner of the locker room, the voice of a savior. “I’ll go with you.”
Atsumu’s face lit up in hope, his heart rising on angel’s wings.
Then he saw who the voice belonged to, and crashed back down to Earth.
Sakusa Kiyoomi, who’d joined the team barely a month ago.
Sakusa Kiyoomi, who never smiled, only had different shades of “pout” and “frown.”
Sakusa Kiyoomi, who was an amazing volleyball player, but a terrible conversationalist. Can he even dance? Atsumu thought to himself.
“Really, Omi-Omi?” Bokuto squealed in excitement. “That would be amazing.”
“Shou, are you free?” Atsumu ignored the way Sakusa’s eyebrows furrowed, the way his lips pursed, on their way to Angry Face Level Two: annoyed.
“Sorry, I’ve got plans,” Hinata trilled, tapping away at his phone. “But the four of you have fun!” He nearly skipped out of the locker room.
Atsumu sighed, much put-upon. He turned to Sakusa, who had fully made it to Angry Face: Level Four: pissed.
“I’m not doing it if you’re going to be like that,” Sakusa murmured.
“Like what?”
“I’m doing you a favor,” Sakusa insisted. “Act like it.”
Atsumu rolled his eyes. “An evening ballroom dancing with the studio’s star?” Bokuto cleared his throat meaningfully and Atsumu revised his statement. “One of the studio’s stars? You should be so honored.”
Sakusa looked at him with dead eyes. As if he’d witnessed a murder, or committed one. “Fine then. Go alone.”
“No, no, Omi-Omi, please!” Atsumu whined. Sakusa wasn’t his first choice, hell, wasn’t even his third or fourth, he’d love to have Meian throw him around sometime, but he didn’t want to show up to class alone and dance with a random stranger. “Please,” Atsumu repeated, adding a pathetic quiver to the word, in the hopes that it would melt Sakusa’s stone-cold heart.
“Okay.”
“We’ll come get you at six!” Bokuto nearly yelled.
“See you soon.”
To be continued...
Yeah, I HAVE to see where this is going, so there’s gonna be a part 2!! (and three, it seems. because both are already written)
