Sep 27, 2020
skate rat starter packs
(+ their current anthems)
cmon i know y’all love these >:)
kita shinsuke
miya atsumu
miya osamu
sakusa kiyoomi
seen from China
seen from Türkiye
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Maldives
seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from Netherlands
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from Nepal
seen from Australia
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
skate rat starter packs
(+ their current anthems)
cmon i know y’all love these >:)
kita shinsuke
miya atsumu
miya osamu
sakusa kiyoomi
osamu + 11 fluff pls
11. “you owe me a kiss.”
You had simply wanted to help your boyfriend clean the kitchen at the end of the day. Sure, you should’ve called out when you slipped into the restaurant, and not just quietly slip in.
But it’s not like you meant to scare Osamu half to death, causing him to buckle with a bag of rice in his arms, falling in an awkward position and throwing his back out.
“Samu I’m so sorry.” It’s around the 30th apology of the night as you knead your thumbs up and down his spine. Flinching when he lets out a low hiss, growling something close to a string of cuss words.
“Lower.” He groans as you frown tightly, he hadn’t accepted a single apology, only fueling the guilt as you work your fingers against a tense muscle in his lower back.
“Samu-”
“Stop apologizin’ it’s not like you were tryna make that happen.” The tightness in his voice loosens as he relaxes just a little more against the plush blankets piled onto your shared bed.
“I feel bad.” The pout is evident in your voice, the only reply another sigh as he flips himself over, groaning as his back hits the bed.
“C’mere.” He tips his head back a bit, his message clear enough as you move to straddle his waist. You rub your hands over his broad chest, the downward tug of your lips still evident.
“You owe me a kiss.” He declares running a hand up your thigh, a tired smile spread across his lips.
“Just a kiss?” You raise your brows, leaning into the hand he brings up to your cheek.
“For now.”
when i say samu rawdoggin it in the kitchen i don’t mean fucking, i mean him grabbing shit fresh off the stove, hand in steaming hot rice without flinching.
no but like imagine u go to meet ur boyfriends dad and there sits fucking former (gold winning) olympic athlete miya atsumu sitting across his equally hot and successful brother restaurant owner miya osamu what do u even do
skate rat miya’s r sick of of their friends playin hide the sausage w their lil sis
can u imagine being in a relationship w the rice husbands? a couple days outta the week ur workin at onigiri miya, be it in the kitchen or out front. the other days ur helpin out on the farm w kita. absolute well fed, domestic bliss.
dating osamu must be wild
imagine sitting there, barbecue sauce on ur titties-
HEAR ME OUT putting bbq sauce on HIS titties <333
Osamu + “detention? again?”
30. “detention? again?”
“You gotta be kiddin’ me.” The irritation in your voice is palpable, and you can’t help be satisfied at the way Osamu cringes back, having the decency to look a little ashamed.
“It wasn’t-”
“It was defintely your fault I don’t even need to ask what happened, ya idiot.”
“C’mon ‘Tsumu will never lemme live it down just say we’re goin’ on a little outtin’ and then you don’t have to go practice either.” He looks ready to get down on his knees and beg, and although it’s tempting your sense of responsibilty overrules the stupid request.
“I just can’t believe you, detention? Again? You’re a third year set a better example for the kouhai.” He groans at the chastisement before trying one more time to get you to cover for him.
“Fine, tell me what you got detention for and I’ll consider helpin’ you out.”
He mumbles something under his breath, eyes pinned to the ground as he rubs at the back of his neck.
“What?”
“I uh, elbowed a guy in the face.”
“Osamu!” There’s a moment of shock, because for all the fighting and violence he exacted against his brother, it wasn’t like him to even waste the energy on someone else.
“He was sayin’ some dumb shit I had to!”
“You had to. What exactly was he saying?” There’s another mumbled reply, only making you shake your head in annoyance. “Osamu if you want me to help then you’re gonna have to be honest.”
“He was sayin’ gross things ‘bout you, so I elbowed him in the face when I was walkin’ by his desk.” You blink once, twice, a heat rising in your cheeks and your heart beating just a second faster at the admission. There’s a sheepish look in his eyes and you know he wouldn’t lie about something like that just for a favor.
“Okay. Fine. I’ll cover for you.” You sigh turning your head to the side in hopes of hiding whatever expression lies upon your face, grinning when Osamu starts to sing his praises and thanks.