"FIRST PLACE, FIRST CHOICE" Pairing: Osamu x Fem!Reader

Rating/Warnings: Rated T for Teen, alcohol mention and bad words but that's it y'all

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: At the heart of jealousy is fear. You and Osamu get to the heart of it.

Note: Angst to Fluff, learning how to talk it out.

The shared apartment is tense, quiet save for the sound of running shower water. Osamu is sitting on the edge of the couch, tugging on loose strings at the hem of his shirt. It’s been almost forty-five minutes, and all the irrational anger he had felt before has simmered away to sick guilt. He hears the faucet squeak off and stands when you exit the washroom a minute later, towel wrapped around your body, wet hair dripping on your shoulders. He shuffles his feet when you look at him. Your eyes flicker from stormy to hurt and you purse your lips lightly before walking into the bedroom.

Osamu sits back down on the couch, sighing. He knows he fucked up tonight. He had never felt such a profound sense of regret as when he saw you furiously blink away tears at his words. His words which had been so careless and petty and childish. He felt childish, or like a child; unsure of himself, afraid of something he couldn’t define.

When you come out of your bedroom, he’s worried a hole into the bottom of his shirt. You sit beside him, curling your legs up to your chest, protective. He’s already placed two glasses of water down, you notice. You look at him warily, and then to the fidgeting fingers ruining his top.

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pairing; miya atsumu x fem!reader

word count; 1.8k

content warning; vanilla sex wooo !!!! it’s just domestic fluff pls i was just so overwhelmed w my love for tsumu that i had to write something also not proofread im sorry <//3

the moment you realized you were in love with atsumu wasn’t very grand. it’d been very sudden, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach out of nowhere. you’d come home to him, a change of pace due to working overtime, and there he was, leaning against the kitchen counter with some black coffee in his hands, struggling to keep his eyes open.

“you hate black coffee,” you’d noted, and he’d simply yawned, unfazed by your lack of hello or i’m home!

“you’re worth it,” he’d easily replied. you’re prepared to aww and coo at his sappiness, but then he attempts to wink at you as the cherry on top and instead, he simply blinks. blame it on his sleepiness sure, but it still was the funniest thing you’d seen all day, and you’d held back your comments in favor of laughing at him. you’re tired too, honestly, drowsy and lazy after a long day, but somehow, throughout it all, you still find it in you to walk over to where he stands, to fall into his arms, to smile against his chest.

emergency comms ;w;

hello!! i kind of got a situation with my car that if i don’t fix by friday i’ll prob end up losing it T__T i’m keeping it in storage back home atm and some payments got mixed up w/ me just finding out ab it rn so here i am trying to big girl solve this overnight LMAO  :> head empty atm bc i just cleared thru my monthly bills & don’t want to touch my ticket savings so i’m opening 10 slots for a 1-1.5k wc oneshots that are $8 each so i can cover what needs to be covered and i can,,,keep my car  ;w;

if you want to grab a slot you can dm me here or on discord! nc.hnmki#8228 i’ll be pulling an all nighter and will be finishing all of this by tomorrow mid-day TwT 

any other info regarding other comms can be found here, and ofc i’ll just link my ko-fi here too ;w; 

run away with me | requested by 👑 anon | 14.2k

▭ pairings: atsumu x fem!reader, suna x fem!reader

▭ tags/warnings; love triangle sorta, royal au, fluff, childhood friends to lovers, arranged marriage, unrequited love (suna’s end), happy ending, prince atsumu, baker!reader

▭ synopsis; fairytales just aren’t meant for you. when atsumu’s arranged marriage comes sooner than you expected, you lose all hope in a romance with your prince charming, but suna has always been there for you in ways you never thought of. what happens though, when the prince proposes to run away with you instead?

▭ author notes; i changed the req a little bit i hope you don’t mind! and this is my first royal au so i hope you guys enjoy it & i know it’s a little lengthy but thank you every one of you who gives this a chance, i enjoyed writing the plot, feedbacks are welcome & reblogs are appreciated! <3

Clear, warm, honey brown eyes; it had seemed to pierce through your soul, even way back then, intimidating you if only for the fact that you felt they could see right through you. Feeling transparent was not something that you were used to.

Of course, you were only five then.

Quiet he was, as he stood at the back of the bakery while you snuck some bread into a brown paper bag, careful not to disturb your mother or let her see you, letting her tend to the customers outside. If she had seen you try to sneak bread to giveaway for free you would have never heard the end of it.

Curious eyes followed your form as you hurried from corner to corner, trying to get him the best-sellers that your mother so carefully placed at the top shelves. After all, the best tasting bread are needed in dire situations, especially when the boy is so visibly upset, with puffy red eyes and disheveled brown hair.

“Here,” you had whispered, holding the bag out to him.

Inside were at least five pieces of bread, and if people saw you they might think you’d been overdoing it, but they didn’t hear how loud his stomach rumbled when you found him wandering around the market.

The grin he flashed at you was almost as brilliant as his eyes, you felt as though it had the power to blind you with just a simple smile. Still, you found him hesitating after accepting your kind gesture, as though he had something he was too afraid to say.

“What is it? You can tell me,” you encouraged.

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gratia | incubus atsumu chapter seven

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atsumu thinks he has the easiest job in the world. dive into women’s dreams, suck up their energy, and move onto the next victim. but when he targets you, he realizes that maybe… just maybe… he isn’t so good at this whole incubus thing after all.

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pairing: incubus!atsumu miya x f!reader (main), kitasuna (side)

warnings: this is a nsfw comedy-ish series that may include somnophilia, so 18+, minors dni. chapters will be warned appropriately.

notes: written for atsumu april—a collaboration from the church of meian of media dedicated to our favorite blonde setter created in april 2021. masterpost can be found here!

shoutout to @rosesandtoshi and @vivianvampyric for looking this over for me. I struggled with this chapter a bit but they made it so much better. ty ty ty ily both!

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index: masterpost.  ☆  playlist. ☆  o. falsa.  ☆  i. principium. ☆ ii. insolentia. ☆ iii. temptatus. ☆ iv. doctrina. ☆ v. dormiens. ☆ vi. non auxilium.  ☆  vii. gratia.

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taglist: @missalienqueen @furikakyo @miyans-hoe @random-734 @1sillylittlething​ @lildreamer93

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Atsumu watches you from the corner of his eye as you walk around the park, phone pressed tightly to his ear. You hadn’t questioned him when he asked for space to call his brother, which makes it easier to tell Osamu about what the hell just happened at the club.

Osamu answers on the third ring.

“What’s up?”

His brother’s voice sounds awkwardly tinny and Atsumu hears Kita and Suna talking to each other in the background.

“Are you guys hangin’ out without me?”

Need Some Help

Hello, posting this because I need a bit of help at the moment. 

My dad has tested positive for COVID and I’m currently showing symptoms (cough and colds), but I’m still waiting for when me and my mom could be tested (currently coordinating with health centers and such). 

I need a bit of help in covering all the expenses – rent, bills, food, and meds. It’s just really tough right now. 

My ko-fi is open: https://ko-fi.com/ladyrice . If you can also help reblog this post, that would be much appreciated.

Stay safe, guys.

Incubus Atsumu is Bad at His Job | Masterpost

pairing: incubus!atsumu miya/f!reader, mentioned kitasuna genre: multi-chapter nsfw incubus!au  notes: this fic may contain instances of somnophilia. chapters with somnophilia will be tagged appropriately and warned. all characters are aged up but have different jobs than in canon. 

written for atsumu april—a collaboration of media dedicated to our favorite blonde setter created in april 2021. masterpost will be posted later this month!

a huge thank you goes out to the church of meian for helping with ideas and headcanons, as well as graphics troubleshooting!! i love you all so much, i don’t know what i’d do without you <3 

this series will mostly be comedy, smut, and slander against our poor boy. enjoy!

index:

【 playlist 】 【 falsa 】 【 principium 】 【 insolentia 】 【 temptatus 】 【 doctrina 】 【 dormiens 】 【 non auxilium 】 【 gratia 】 【 una nocte 】 【 finis 】 【 dolor 】 【 dissensio 】 【 veritas 】 【 paritier (end)】

i devoured @starrysamu​‘s next time in like… an hour. and if that wasn’t enough to make me cry myself to sleep, @devilyn​‘s first priority sure would’ve.

character: miya osamu words: 1.9k tags: angst, like legit angst. descriptions of a panic attack. happy ending, though. gender neutral!reader with long hair.

another night where you fight, another night of silence. another night where miya osamu sleeps with his back to you.

the realization that there is not much more you can do to save your relationship clutches at your chest with an iron grip.

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Intrams pt. 1

Presenting to you the passive aggressive tension between the Student Council President and...the piss-haired na pasaway.

More at my Tambay series (exclusive for Atsumu only).

-> pairings. atsumu x f! SC President!y/n

-> warning. written in Filipino. Highschool au.

-> dedicated to. [Gen. Taglist] @nakizumie @kirakirasaku @mirakeul @gayerthanthee

You sighed as you exit the SC office. It's the second day of the intramurals week and yet, pagod ka na. Makes you wonder bakit ka pa tumakbo bilang student council president.

Luckily, Kita was kind enough to take your patrolling duties muna para makapag-break ka.

You are walking at the hallway when you come across the 3rd years' room. There's nothing wrong, except for the fact na puno ng red hearts ang labas nito and loud screams can be heard inside.

You frowned. Ano na namang kaguluhan ito?

Following your instincts, you went at the room's doorway. You didn't realize it was the marriage booth (that the 3rd years suggested at naabutan ng matagal bago mo in-aprubahan because it felt inappropriate) and everyone is now staring at you.

"Pres?" Yūto, the acting priest called for your attention in a nervous manner.

Ngumiti ka as you swayed your hand, a sign that you approve of their activities. The people inside (Yūto, ang mga sakristan at iilang 3rd years) screamed as they circulate around a female first year.

"Oh, Pres!"

You look to your left and you see Atsumu and his gang walking towards you. You stand straight.

"Miya," you acknowledged him.

"Bakit ka nandito?" Atsumu stared at the room's wall, "Marriage booth. Pres, 'di mo sinabing gusto mo magpakasal."

Suna who, mind you, is still staring at his phone, chuckled. Aran whistled while Osamu roller his eyes with his twin's romantic attempts.

You raised your brow, "At kung gusto ko palang magpakasal?"

"Edi pakasal sana tayo," Atsumu chirpped as he leaned on the wall, arm crossing on his chest, "'Di ka busy?"

You exhaled, "Busy ako. Nagbreak lang ako."

Atsumu rolled his eyes, "Easyhan mo lang kasi, Pres. Ginawa mo namang trabaho 'yang student council," he scratched his brows, "Intramurals kaya. Mag-enjoy ka muna."

You were about to reply, clarifying that the student council is indeed your job to fulfill.

But you were not given a chance to have a say when a 3rd year emerged from the doorway, making you step back in surprise.

"Kuya Atsumu, ang tagal mo naman!" The 3rd year exclaimed which made Atsumu stand straight.

"Sorry, hinintay ko si Suna, pare," Atsumu explained, "Bakit niyo ba ako tinawag dito?"

"May 1st year na gustong ikasal sa 'yo," the 3rd year explain which made you and Atsumu stare at each other.

Oh? You raised a brow.

"Ginagago niyo naman ako, eh. Bakit ako?" Atsumu chuckled as he held the doorway, peeping inside the classroom. Namangha ka sa biglang sigaw ng mga 1st year student na kaibigan nung 'ikakasal' kay Atsumu.

"Eh, crush ka ata, Kuya," the 3rd year reasoned, "Sige na, Kuya, payag ka na. Kanina pa 'yan pinipilit ng mga kaibigan niya."

Atsumu bashfully reached for his nape, "Para naman kayong gago, eh."

"Arte mo," Aran pushed Atsumu jokingly which earned the former a middle finger from the latter.

"Sige na, Kuya. Nagbayad sila kaya bawal na tanggihan," the 3rd year interrupted again. Then they looked at you, "Ms. President, pagalitan mo nga. Ayaw makinig ni Kuya Atsumu."

A playful smirk arose from your lips as you stare at Atsumu, chuckling as he shake his head. His eyes seemingly playful but there is an underlying plea in it. Nagmamakaawang 'di ka sumama sa paggatong.

You crossed your arms, "Go, Atsumu."

Atsumu's shoulders fell as he scoffed. Suna and Aran chuckled as they pushed Atsumu towards inside. Pero kahit tinutulak na siya ng dalawa, his eyes stayed with you.

"May bayad 'to, Pres, ha," he warned you before giving in to Aran and Suna's push.

Naiwan ka sa doorway habang pinapalibutan na ngayon ang kakarating na si Atsumu. The 1st years, in particular, are very loud as they pulled their phones to record this moment. The 'bride' is so embarrassed to the point that they hid behind Yūto's body.

You stare as Atsumu playfully yet bashfully reached for the 1st year's hand which made another wave of intense screams.

"Pres, bawal magselos, ha," Osamu, who actually stayed beside you at the doorway as he stared at his twin in his make-shift wedding ceremony, chirpped.

You glared at Osamu which made the latter chuckle before looking away.

a stubborn man

Atsumu does not wear his heart on his sleeve.

Aside from the uniform he dons on the court, he rarely wears anything with sleeves. His instagram is a perfect catalogue for arm references and dynamic poses, each one strategically spaced well enough to keep the public both placated and hungry.

His face is plastered on billboards and led screens, a cocky smirk and glittering eyes. His hands are a marvel, once taking root on top of twitter’s search bar for over twelve hours.

He is grateful for his PR team, and their skill in creating a mask so easy to wear he forgets it is not real most days. And in these rare moments of clarity, he finds himself somewhat wishing it was.

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Nap Time!

Requested: Bokuto, Kuroo, Atsumu, and sleepy cockwarming with their s/o~

Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Miya Atsumu x Reader

A/N: For Anon!!!! Thank you for giving me some Atsumu to write!! I love him!!! He is so </3333,,, Bokuto and Kuroo are always fun to write for too ;-) All it takes is for me to look at one (1) timeskip fanart and I’m ready to go!!! That stuff is like writers crack for me,,, so maybe that is why this is a little messy because I can’t get my thoughts together LOL 

SEMI-SMUTTY // NSFW

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nearly nineteen; miya osamu

“so why'd ya call me out this weekend?” osamu sips from his milkshake, sitting in front of you. the side of the booth is a large window and the cars and the people are all busy walking here and there because it's a freaking saturday and sometimes, it's the time for dates for others. and that's what you wanted this saturday to be. a date.

unfortunately for you, it seemed like osamu didn't see it that way.

“why, ya in a pinch or something? you okay?” he asks when you don't reply. you've got your chin pressed on your arm that was flat against the table, just right behind your tall glass cup of milkshake. “hey?”

you only stare at him. this is hopeless. were you supposed to scream to his face that you were in love with him? that you wanted saturday dates with him in every part of the prefecture? that you thought he was cute?

unbelievable.

“y/n, why are we here?”

“do you not like it here? i thought you loved their milkshakes and burgers here.” you ask, passively. your hand reaches out for the straw in your cup and you pull it out, tapping the end so it won't drip on the table when you move it.

“nah, i like it ’ere. just wondering why we're here and why s'just the two of us. we usually come here with our friends, don't we?” he answers as you bring the end of the straw to your lips. you lick the sweet until the end was dry.

“because,” you point at him with your straw, exasperated. disappointed. nervous. a milkshake mix of all those. “because i think yer cute.”

a quiet heartbeat passes amidst the busy saturday chatter around the both of you, your straw still pointing at him. osamu felt the need to sip from his milkshake and gulp it down before taking your straw and returning it to your cup. he looks at you, seemingly unbothered. “i'm not cute. i'm nearly nineteen.”

your heart deflates a little, “sure you are. agh, let's just finish this and go see that movie i've been wanting to see.”

“you're the cute one.” he mumbles, almost like a whisper.

you stop, but you remember he's your best friend, too. “i'm nearly nineteen, too, ‘samu.”

“well, darn,” he says. “we can't be cute, then.”

“so?” you sit straight and begin to sip from your straw again, a bit annoyed with him now. what's he up to, now?

“so let's date.”

“how do you even go from that to — what?” your eyes are wide, both of his hands are flat against the table. his fingers nearly graze your arm.

“let's try this dating thing.”

“but, but why?”

osamu grins, “cause i like you. cause ya like me. cause i think yer cute even if we're nearly nineteen.”

“if you knew i liked you, then why — ?”

“ah,” osamu replies, swirling his straw. “i wanted to be the first one to confess cause ya were the first one to set up the date. ya know i'm petty like that.”

“you aren't.”

“i am,” osamu said. he tries to avoid your gaze because he's never been this bold with his words. he's only watched his brother flirt with other girls. never him. but you make him want to look cool, you make him try. “with you, i am.”

you sit there in a daze, your hands cupping the cold milkshake then you laugh. a few minutes ago, you were feeling blue over how he seemed so dense but now osamu has caught you off guard. “ah, you really are so cute.”

“even if i'm nearly nineteen?”

“anyone i date is cute, osamu. you should know that, cause i'm vain like that.”

“ya aren't.”

“i am. when it comes to you, i am.” you put your hand over his. it's cold, your hand, but osamu doesn't mind.

“i better keep being cute then if i want ya to date me for a very long time.”

“i'm sure you can do it.”

the cars and the people are all busy walking here and there. in one corner, one of them abruptly stops with surprise because they had just spotted a couple kissing above half-full milkshakes. but then, of course they'd see that. after all, today is saturday, it's the day for dates.

it's the day for milkshake confessions for the nearly nineteens.

— marilags, do not modify or repost!

Prom (Atsumu x f!y/n fic)

Presenting to you the passive aggressive tension between the Student Council President and...the piss-haired na pasaway.

More at my Tambay series (exclusive for Atsumu only).

-> pairings. atsumu x f! SC President!y/n (the pronouns I used are still gender neutral but I emphasized here that y/n is the Ms. Alma Mater kaya I don't think this is considered as a gn fic)

-> warning. written in Filipino. Highschool au.

-> dedicated to. [Gen. Taglist] @churochuu @kirakirasaku @mirakeul @gayerthanthee

"Pres, it's okay." But your frown did not fade away.

You stare at Sir Takeda nudging your elbow towards the crowd, "Prom niyo 'to. Mag-enjoy ka naman, Pres."

"Pero, Sir-"

"Sige na, Y/N," sumabat si Sir Ukai na may hawak ng drink sa kamay, "Go have fun. Sayang naman ang gown mo kung dito ka sa amin maglalagi."

You sighed heavily before nodding. You turned around, lifting the ends of your gown's skirt as you strode your way towards the buffet.

You took a glass of Coke as you eyed the dancefloor. The 3rd years and 4th years are now mingling at the center of the reception, seemingly getting ecstatic as they drowned with the disco lights.

Sa malayo, you can see Kita Shinsuke, the top 1 in your batch, breakdancing habang pinapalibutan siya ng friends niya.

"Oh, bakit mag-isa ang Pres ko?"

You rolled your eyes before looking sideways. You see Atsumu getting a glass of Coke for his self as well.

"Bakit ka nandito?" You responded lowly as you gaze at the dancefloor again.

Atsumu ran his fingers through his hair, "Mag-isa ka, eh, kaya sasamahan kita."

"Bumalik ka na doon," you shooed him away but Atsumu only chuckled.

"Pwede ba tayo mag-picture?" He asked. His body now facing you, "Doon sa may fountain sa lobby."

You did not listen to his request, "Nasaan barkada mo?"

"Nasa dancefloor," Atsumu replied, "So? Pwede ba? Tawagin ko si Osamu. Kung ayaw mo sa fountain, doon sa may entrance nalang," he said as his hands crawled to the back pocket of his slacks were his phone hid.

"Pwede ba 'wag mo 'kong paglaruan?" You snarled at him, "You think this is funny?"

"Hindi naman 'to funny," he replied, "Kasi seryoso ako."

You scoffed. Mga linyahan talaga.

"O kung gusto mo, sayaw nalang tayo?" He suggested.

And as if on cue, the party music paused, shifting into a rather romantic song. Napadaing ang mga students bago nagsialisan ang iba sa gitna ng dancefloor.

"Boo! 'Di lahat may jowa! Unfair!" Aran protested as he is getting dragged by Suna to the side.

"O sakto, pangsayaw ang tugtugan," Atsumu said as he placed his glass on the buffet table.

He coughed as he walk towards your front, blocking your view from the center. His right hand is in front of you.

"Pwede ba kita isayaw, Pres?"

You eyed at Atsumu, a gaze you made sure that is void of any emotion. Your pinky played with the bottom of your glass before placing it down.

"Kung papayag ako, tatantanan mo na ako?" You asked him. Even though he has not replied yet, you are already set on lifting the end of your gown anyway.

Atsumu chuckled as his hand reached for your slow fingers, wrapping them immediately with his. He pulled you in a guiding way towards the center where some couples are dancing.

"Depende," Atsumu replied as you both now are at the dancefloor.

Murmurs can be heard from the rest. You hear the playful whistles from Atsumu's volleyball peers as they screamed his name. Yun oh! Naku, si Pres! Naks, ang tapang talaga ni Miya!

"Nakakahiya," you exhaled as you rolled your eyes. Atsumu found your irritation amusing.

"Chillax," he cooed as he guided your arms on his neck. His hands then traveled at the small of your waist, "Ang ganda naman ng Ms. Alma Mater namin."

You looked down, "Tumahimik ka nga."

"You look so beautiful in white," he replied.

Napatawa ka. If it weren't Atsumu Miya that you're facing, kanina ka pa bumulagta sa tawa. Paano ba naman kasi, he purposely said that as Shane sang that line of the familiar romantic song na kasalukuyang tumutugtog.

"Ayun, tumawa ka rin," Atsumu said with a victorious smirk.

Napailing ka, lips still not over with the laughter you had, "Sira."

"Picture tayo mamaya, ha?" Atsumu said as he twirled you around, "Pang-remembrance lang."

You glared at the stupid chandelier before slowly nodding, "Okay."

I’m watching new girl and there’s an episode about “friends without benefits” and now I’m definitely not thinking about being roommates with Osamu. And I’m not thinking about how he cooks for you and how you clean up after him. And I’m not thinking about how more often than not, you crawl into his bed at night because sleeping alone just doesn’t feel right.

Nope, I’m definitely not thinking about how one day, Atsumu is over for dinner and he watches with disgust as you and Osamu sit next to each other and you wordlessly pick the onions off your pizza and put them on his plate, while Osamu takes a sip of beer before realizing he grabbed the brand you like from the fridge and hands it off to you. But what disgusts him more is how both of you are acting like this is normal.

“This’s fuckin’ weird,” he says with a full mouth and he rolls his eyes when both you and Osamu look up at him blankly.

“What’re ya talkin’ about, stupid ’Tsumu?” Osamu asks, turning back to his pizza and Atsumu wants to scream in frustration at his twin’s blindness when he begins to put the onions that you had picked off your pizza onto his own.

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rating: t

type: volleyball injuries + taking care of Atsumu

word count: 1k

summary: It’s always hard to hide a smile when he gets like this. —Atsumu/Reader

“Will you stop moving?” she scowls and helps Atsumu wobble towards the door. She fishes for his keys in his left pants pocket, fingertips brushing him through the thin skin of his joggers and he whines at your fumble.

“It hurts!”

“No one told you to receive that ball with your ribs, who do you think you are? Bokuto?”

Atsumu scowls, the receive actually worked, and instead of praise, he was getting scolded. It was a spur-of-the-moment type of thing, if he shoved his hands too quick he would miss, if he bent too fast he would’ve cramped, so his ribs were the only viable and visible option. He didn’t account for the speed and force of the ball, however.

By the end of the game, his ribs were bruised black and blue.

“We won!”

“You’re lucky you’re not coughing up blood right now,” she chides him regardless of his pout and helps him up the stairs until they’re standing in front of the bathroom. She tightens her grip on his waist and opens the door with one hand, “Are you breathing okay?”

“Yer’ squeezin’ my lungs, but I’ll live I guess,” Atsumu replies snarky in his tone and even when she glares at him he doesn’t stop his haughty look.

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