What The Haikyuu Boys (realistically) Wear

Pairing: Osamu x f!reader

WC: 12.7k oof

Tags/tw: light angst, happy ending, infidelity (by reader), mirror sex, manipulation, 5 minor (non hq) character deaths[illness, poison, and brute force], assault/mob typical violence

A/N: This is my contribution to the Church of Meian’s Mayfia Collab! The masterlist can be found here. My first of hopefully many submissions to this server <3 Thank you to @meiansmistress​ for being my wonderful beta, everything you touch turns to magic I swear.

“‘Samu, what'cha thinking 'bout?” You throw your arms around his waist where he stands on the rooftop, gazing out over the town. The setting sun bleeds pinks and yellows over his skin, lighting him up in a way that makes him seem warmer.

“Nothin’, angel.” He turns to look at you, dark eyes content but filled with an odd distance that makes your head tip to the side in curiosity.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, c'mere.” Osamu says, opening a spot for you to snuggle up under his arm, wrapping it around your waist and placing a warm kiss on your forehead.

He stays quiet, and while he usually is, it still feels different. Out of place. “You sure you’re okay, baby?” You press gently, wanting to make sure he’s not holding something in on your account. 

Osamu contemplates for a moment, eyes dark and thoughtful. “Ya ever wish ya had been dealt a better hand, that it might make life easier?”

Your face dawns with melancholy understanding. “Is it your mom again?”

“’S getting worse,” Osamu sighs heavily, his arm tightening around you as if he was subconsciously seeking comfort. “Every month she gets worse. Hospital bills are three months late 'n Dad’s starting to—” He breaks off with a frustrated groan, pulling you fully into his embrace. “I shouldn’t be worryin’ ya with this. Sorry baby, don’t mind it.”

“You know I want you to rely on me,” you reply, heart aching as you think about his family. Your boyfriend’s mother had gotten sick last year, and their family had never been well off. Mr. Miya had started pulling double shifts, sometimes working eighty hour weeks just to support both his sons and keep the household running. 

“I know angel, you don’t have any idea how much I appreciate ya. Ya hold me together. I just… I just wish I could help. My dad can’t keep this up, ’s gonna kill him. I dunno what to do.”

“I’ve always got you, baby.” You hold his eyes, the despairing look in his earthy hues really starting to leave a sinking feeling in your gut. “You know I’ll always be there for you, no matter what.”

Osamu tips your head up, his lips touching yours once gently, then twice. “God, I hope so.”

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long shots ; miya osamu

pairing: miya osamu x f!reader

synopsis: miya osamu is the teacher’s assistant for food chemistry i. you can’t stop thinking about him.

tag(s): college!au, slow burn, TA!miya osamu, grad student!reader, fluff, reader is a go-getter!! ; warning(s): profanity, suggestive themes, talk of insecurities and imposter syndrome ; wc: 5.6k

a/n: happy birthday to @starrysamu​! i love u. pls excuse any errors. i’ll weed them out later! btw this fic is not a sugar daddy au LOL

HIS NAME IS Miya Osamu and he always looks like he has it all figured out. Comes in every class with his black hair perfectly tousled, the sleeves of his dark button-up rolled to his elbows, a cup of coffee in one hand and the strap of that black messenger bag in another.

“He drives a BMW, did ya know?” Isla says in your ear one morning. Your only friend in Food Chemistry I gives you a pointed look before sitting back in her chair in the lecture hall with a smirk on her face. “Saw it this morning. Bet he’s loaded.” The two of you watch the subject in question walk across the classroom and settle in his seat at the table in the corner.

“Shut up,” you whisper with wide eyes. A grin–– far from innocent–– makes its way onto your face. “Imagine being Miya Osamu’s sugar baby.”

“He’s not old enough to be a sugar daddy.” Isla looks at her nails disinterestedly. “And that’s too many AUs in one. He’s already the TA, for god’s sake. This isn’t some shitty Wattpad novel.”

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15 year old Sasuke: So.... What happened to you? How did you end up so calculated, precise and manipulative so young?

15 year old Y/n currently working under Orochimaru: I discovered at a very young age if I talked well enough, I could make anything right or wrong. So according to 9 year old me either we are God or truth is relative.

Meanwhile Y/n casually thinking about the fact that she successfully manipulated Orochimaru to make him believe she was loyal and eternally grateful to him