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hello !!! my name is rue / robin ( ◡‿◡ ) and my pronouns are xe/her — a warm welcome here to neoheros, and i really hope you enjoy your stay ꙳⸌♡⸍꙳ !!

🦷 <33 -﹏- ★ !! carrd by @terrakiyo

HAPPY HOLIDAYS YOUU!!

it’s been a hot minute since i was here and honestly it’s been a very long year, but i hope everyone’s all well and gotten through it just fine, i know it hasn’t been the easiest on all of us but on the precipice of 2023, i am very happy we’re all making it

neoheros is unfortunately saying goodbye — although this was a very long time coming — i just wanted to thank everyone for the support before i truly left for good

i am on ao3, writing for genshin now!! although sporadic, i will be bringing haikyuu and jjk back there when i get the chance, but it’s been very fun writing for all of you here and it would be the greatest pleasure to write for you there as well !!

(or if you’re on the EU server in genshin, come add me if you wanna play together sometime!!)

but all that being said, this is goodbye now <3

atsumu miya has always been fearless.

growing up, he’s always been the brother to fight off the bugs, bullies and creepy bedtime stories for osamu, and even at school, he was the one who made sure to keep all the older kids from mistreating the both of them— even if that did eventually earn him the very bitter reputation he had of being … an asshole.

but still — if you ask osamu yourself, ( he’d deny it at first ) he’d say something along the lines of how lame and uncool his twin brother is, but you’d both know anyways that there is a truth in it.

atsumu isn’t scared of anything — he doesn’t get scared of losing, he doesn’t get scared of bugs or getting hurt or creepy ghost stories — and that’s always been something he’s prided himself of.

but apparently, he was wrong.

“so, remind me again how long this trip is gonna be.”

atsumu smiles, watching from the foot of the bed as you pack away your clothes in a small luggage bag.

it’s a slow sunday, a nice, peaceful day mostly spent in bed (courtesy of atsumu not allowing you to get up before him) with the soft drizzle of rain perfectly setting a tone in the atmosphere.

it’s almost evening now, a few minutes ‘til six, and with the continuous ‘tap-tap-tap’ing of raindrops on your bedroom window, you’re reminded of the possibilities that it might rain tomorrow too.

“it’s two days — and barely a trip.” you don’t look up from the pile of clothes you’re sorting, “you can live without me for two days.”

atsumu snorts, rolling his eyes just as he throws a pillow in your direction, this being the second time he’s done this today.

it’s a college trip you’re going to — with two whole days headed off to another part of japan for your class’s research studies — and you can’t help but be plain excited for it.

( when you first told atsumu about it, he seemed almost as excited as you were, right off the bat offering to pack your bags for you and made you a shopping list of all the things you’d need for a trip. )

you look at him as you fold clothes, “do not throw a party while i’m gone.”

“i throw the best parties.” atsumu scoffs, his head falling back onto the bed as his legs dangle off the side.

and you say, completely ignoring him, “don’t forget to feed the cat.”

“i feed the cat all the time.” he scoffs harder, “i have never seen you feed him.”

your eyes crinkle, amused at the specific tone he’s taking with you.

“if anything i should be the one telling ya these things.” he frowns, continuing his moping, “yer a horrible person to be married to.”

and you wave him off, laughing as you continue to pack, “such a whiny boy.”

he was so excited when you first mentioned you were going on a field trip and a few hours later, he came barging into the room, eyebrows furrowed and all, yelling, “i just realized you’re leaving me here!”

“are you just gonna lay there?” you smile, a laugh almost intertwining with your words as you look at him; eyes closed, laid back and all.

atsumu peaks open an eye, “i’m not gonna help you pack away to leave me.”

OK IM BACK

osamu miya is hiding something.

he denies that he is, he denies everything that you’ve tried to insinuate, but ever since this morning — ever since you’ve made that offhand comment about moving in together — he’s been all shifty-eyed and panicky.

you initially made that comment as a joke. something to lighten the mood seeing as he’s been so awkward around you recently, but when he acted the way he did, something tells you he definitely received it the wrong way.

its just about seven in the evening, almost closing time for the infamous onigiri miya, and you sit comfortably on one of the tables close to the cashier, laptop in front of you as you prefer working closely to your boyfriend.

it’s almost always been like this — you with your laptop out, typing away whatever you need to be typed, and osamu walking by every thirty minutes with a glass of water or tea or whatever excuse he’s come up with to mingle with you.

but today — the lame excuses for the mingling has stopped.

osamu has barely said anything to you all day, aside from the “hey, you,” and the “ya want anything?”, he’s been completely silent.

“you almost done?” you look up from your laptop screen, calling to him as he’s taken the first time all day to walk to your table.

“hm.” he hums, tired and all, “busy day.”

osamu slumps down on the seat in front of you, the restaurant having been cleared of all the satisfied customers for today, and for the first time, taking his short moments with you.

he looks at you, face propped up with his right hand as he stares.

you look back at him, and he immediately looks away — osamu, pinkish in the face.

this is weird. your boyfriend is acting like a teenager pining for you right now, and whilst that’s not really out of the usual — it’s weird that he’s being so fidgety about it.

“samu,” you push your laptop aside, “is something wrong?”

and he blinks, “ya think something’s wrong?”

considering that he’s been avoiding you all day, has been falling into whispers when he talks to atsumu on the phone, and strategically staring at you when he thinks you aren’t looking — yes. you think something is very wrong.

( atsumu visited the restaurant earlier today, a big smile on his face as he slapped osamu harshly on the back, yelling something about “finally doing something right for once in his life!” and saying “take numerous pictures or yer dead meat.”

but the second they both saw you walk in the room, not only did their faces drop, but you’re also pretty sure osamu stepped on atsumu’s foot once or twice too.

you asked them what they were doing, but all atsumu told you was - in close tears, as he hugs you - “we’re having a brother bonding moment right now. please leave.”

and that was it. )

so yeah, something is very wrong with osamu miya.

“you’re just,” and you smile at him, “acting weird.”

“i am so not!” he scoffs, his own smile coming through as he looks back at you, “you’re the one who’s being weird.”

now, it’s your turn to scoff, crossing your arms over your chest as you shake your head, “do not call me weird, i sat here all day watching you be the weirdest person on the planet.”

“well, why were ya watching all day?” he leans forward, “that’s weird behavior if ya ask me.”

you smile, rolling your eyes, “you are twelve years old.”

and osamu leans back, a smile on his face that prides himself of his tone, “that’s what twelve year olds tell each other when they’ve got nothing else to say.”

and you laugh, “this is a very mature conversation we’re having.”

osamu smiles wider, his shoulders slightly raising as a little bit of a laugh escapes his lips, and for a second, he just looks at you, a glint in his eye.

he slides your laptop over to the side, leaning in over the table to be closer to you, and you do the same, following suit with a trail of laughter.

osamu smiles, “i can do something to make it more mature.”

just came to the realization that cute anime boys have not been liking my posts. it’s just you guys and your little anime pfps. sliding down a wall and crying.

i am friends with ur favorite writers and i can confidently say … they have the most atrocious spelling when it comes to texting ever

and if i start writing for genshin