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[4:05 PM] MIYA ATSUMU

you’ve decided that you cannot stand miya atsumu.

and you don’t mean that—at least not entirely—but he’s standing in front of you, bag slung over his shoulder and a stupid little smile dragging across his lips, and you’re sure if you had a little more faith in your fighting ability you would punch him.

“i’m just asking for one chance—and if you hate it you’ll never have to hear from me again.” he raises a brow and both of you know that’s more than a lie.

“not to be dramatic but i’d rather be caught dead than on a date with you ‘tsumu.”

“oh c’mon, you’re breaking my heart,” he hums.

and you’re sure you could kill him, “good.”

he laughs—breathy and warm and a little more appealing than you’d ever care to admit. and if he hadn’t asked you out three times this week—if he hadn’t brought flowers to your locker and insisted on walking you home and showed up at your door in a thunderstorm—you’re sure you would find him much less endearing.

“what about that coffee shop you like? the one downtown?” he raises his hands in the air, as if that’ll make his offer any more appealing. “i’ll buy you anything you want.”

“and if i order the most expensive thing on the menu?”

he grins, “i guess i’m buying the most expensive thing on the menu.”

oh, and you cannot stand miya atsumu. you can’t stand the way he smiles and you can’t stand the way he stands at your locker and you absolutely can’t stand that now, as he stands at your door in the pouring rain, he still has that pretty little smile on his face.

“and if i hate it i never have to hear from you again?” you ask.

“only if you hate it,” he replies.

you shift on your feet, eyeing him as he stands in your doorway, and you decide that the only thing you can’t stand more than atsumu is the fact that you’re so tempted to say yes.

“i’m gonna hate it.” he shakes his head.

“you think i’d let that happen after all this? not in a million years, angel.”

you sigh, hoping he doesn’t notice the smile that crawls up your cheeks.

(he does)

“you seem a little too sure of yourself right now.”

“it’s confidence. you should try it sometime.” his gaze falls over your face and you already know you’ve set yourself up. “start by having some in me maybe.”

oh, how you hate him.

“one chance, miya.”

and he smirks, “one chance.”

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[ 𝟏:𝟒𝟕 𝐚.𝐦. ] - 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 never one to initiate displays of affection in your relationship. In fact, he usually left it to you to hold his hand or give him a hug. You’d both developed a system where you’d tap against the other’s shoulder three times if you wanted a hug, hand-hold, or anything of the sort.

Which is why it comes as a surprise when Kiyoomi feels a head rest against his chest, the warmth that follows your skin starting to spread against his own. At first, he doesn’t know what to do. His first instinct is to push away, simply crawl back into the right side of the bed, his own personal space.

But when you snuggle your head closer against him, arms unconsciously going to wrap around him, he finds himself starstruck. What kind of boyfriend would he be not to let you cuddle him? He couldn’t blame you for your actions, you were asleep, after all. Though, he did slightly regret not getting you that body pillow for Christmas.

You let out soft murmurs against him as your legs started to tangle with his own. Sakusa stiffened, doing his best not to wake you and just let you do your thing. He looked down at you for a bit, tracing your sleepy figure with his eyes. The soft sounds that left your lips were comforting to him, and your bedhead hair was adorable to him. Your eyelashes fluttered against your eyelids, and Sakusa couldn’t help but think of what an angel you looked like in your sleep.

Without even realizing, his left arm had gone around your waist and pulled you closer, his chin resting against the top of yours as he reveled in the warmth of your body. His legs were no longer stiff as boards, instead finding their place against your own as he started to drift off.

You stir, eyes opening groggily before widening as you realize you’re this close to Sakusa. Your heart starts to pound, fearing the worst as you start to babble. You know Sakusa isn’t one to enjoy sudden touches, but exactly how long had you made him uncomfortable with the unconscious cuddling?

“Omi, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Shh,” he whispers, the gravel in his voice telling you he was close to sleeping, “just come here, sweetheart.”

If not for the lack of light in the room, you surely would’ve been teased for looking so flustered in front of him. “O-Okay, babe,” you oblige, placing your hand on his chest as you lean into him. You wouldn’t complain about his change of heart tonight, rather, you’d enjoy it to the fullest.

Sakusa rests his head atop yours again, taking in your scent silently. You smile softly as you relax against him, enjoying the feeling of his arms being around you so carelessly. He was always one to shy away from loving touches, but you knew he was always a big teddy bear deep down. His hand traced slow circles against your skin, each touch lighting your skin on fire as you took deep breaths against him.

“Night, Omi,” you drawled, feeling yourself being pulled into your dreams, “I love you.” 

Sakusa could’ve sworn his heart burst hearing your soft, sleepy voice telling him you loved him. If it weren’t for you already falling asleep, he would’ve asked you to say it over and over until he memorized how pretty you sounded while saying it. But he resorted to pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head, wrapping both his arms around you as he leaned back and repeated your words over and over.

He didn’t mind you leaning on his chest. The thump of your heartbeat against his only reminded him of how much he truly loved you, and how much he felt for you despite not being a physical-touch person. He let out a sigh, closing his eyes after taking one last look at your already-sleeping face.

“Goodnight, my love. I love you too,” He says, pulling you as close to him as he could before letting the night take over.

a/n: thank you to @sugawara-sweetheart​ for getting me into a cuddling sakusa mood🥺 desperately needed a soft omi omi today, hope you like this lil timestamp babe!

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the sun peaks through the curtains, beams landing on already warm skin. sakusa’s hands wrap tightly your frame—afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

“good morning” he whispers into your shoulder, curls buried in the crook of your neck.

you stretch before replying, “mornin’ are you going in ?”

he hums, “later,” pulling away only slightly to study your face.

your fingers trace his jaw and then circle his moles. breath hitching when your eyes meet, the corners of his lips quirk upwards.

your eyes close again, and you lean further into his warmth.

“shower ?” you voice your thoughts, giggling lightly when he shuffles further into the covers.

“too far,” kiyoomi mumbles, burying his face into your neck and pulling you impossibly closer to him.

you shift onto his side of the bed and lay on his chest. “that’s fine,” you manage through a yawn.

sakusa’s warmth and steady heartbeat lulls you back to sleep. neither of you quite ready to start your day.

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i bet on losing dogs

sakusa kiyoomi x reader

summary- you’re a college student coming fresh off a broken heart. sakusa, too, is a student at your university as well as a volleyball player with your close friend bokuto. when atsumu bets sakusa that he couldn’t handle, nonetheless date, your cynical personality, will the relationship you built with kiyoomi sakusa crumble?

genre- college!au fluff, angst, humor, crack

taglist- open

status- ongoing

they forced themselves there  || y/n’s besties <3

i. do i wanna know?

ii. when he sees me 

iii. tainted love

iv. moonshine

v. iris

vi. don’t speak

vii. lovely

viii. wait for me

ix. jessie’s girl

x. babooshka

xi. hit me with your best shot

xii. i will always think of you

xiii. washing machine heart

xiv. nuit blanche

xv. better now

mkay gonna work on my carrd for a bit and then clean 

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seconds, hours, minutes, days | kenma k. 

pairing: kenma kozume x gn!reader  word count, genre: 2.2k words, fluff, university au, strangers to friends to lovers.  summary: love is nothing more than just a fleeting feeling. until he meets you and suddenly, he finds himself looking forward to every moment he can spend with you.  press play: blueming by iu, leo by bol4 ft. baekhyun 

The door to the cafe opens, the addicting aroma of coffee beans travels through the air and greets Kenma when he steps inside. He scans the room, finding the familiar figure of his longtime friend who was currently chatting the barista by the counter. He’s walking towards Kuroo and he could already hear excited laughter coming from the front. 

When he enters the scene, the stranger directs their friendly gaze to him and the second that their eyes meet, Kenma feels he’s in the middle of a meet-cute of some romcom movie. 

The first thing he notices is the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, the corners of your mouth turning upwards as you greet him. He hears your voice, but he couldn’t make out what you were saying—as if he was entranced by a spell, too busy to pay attention to anything else and finding it all too easy to become drawn to your aura.  

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Butterfly Touches | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Touches from a loved one are precious.

And with Sakusa Kiyoomi, it’s particularly rare.

Not one for physical affections, the curly haired male often struggle to express his feelings without coming off as harsh or rude, thus limiting the circle of those he consider as safe to interact with at a closer distance. His mysophobia separated him from many, yet you’d been so determined to befriend him that you eventually managed to weasel your way past his bubble, where you’d then grew to become an important piece in his life.

Being with him is a challenge of its own, as for the most part, he’d come off as distant, yet you’d gotten used to reading him that it never bothered you too much. Even then, there are still days where you’d worry that he’d grown disinterested in you, which would explain the passiveness, yet you still continued to place your trust in him. 

Kiyoomi is as straightforward as one can get. And if he wanted to end your relationship, he would just say it - right?

The relationship that the both of you share always seem to fall into the category of a grey area, as there never really is a solid black or white when it comes to expressing his feelings. You know he loves you, that much is clear, but is that love strong enough to keep you from leaving? Are you satisfied with what you currently have?

He didn’t know. And he’s scared to find out the answer when he sat you down that evening, long fingers fidgeting nervously and picking at the drying patch on his left hand that came about from over-washing, unsure of how he’s supposed to initiate the conversation. The could almost hear the pounding of his heart with how loudly it’s beating, but he still refused to look at you. 

It was hard. How could he look you in the eye and reassure you that the love he has for you is still as strong as ever when he couldn’t even bring himself to hold your hand in public for a few minutes? He blamed his inability to physically express his care on the disorder, but he shouldn’t - he knows he shouldn’t - and he should do something about it before you slip away.

Were you about to yell at him? Break up with him? Look at him with disgust? He couldn’t tell.

“Kiyoomi,” you started, turning to face him completely, but respectively kept your distance. “I- this has to end.”

There it is. The four words he’d been dreading to hear.

You’d finally had enough. The curly haired volleyball player just knew that there was no way he could salvage what little hope that’s left once the words left your lips. He couldn’t breathe. 

His could feel his lungs contract and his heart being squeezed so tightly that he was certain he’d drop dead any moment now, wishing that he’s anywhere but there so he could curl up into a ball and become one with the walls that’s surrounding him. With thoughts racing faster than germs can spread, the only one that stood out was regret.

Regrets that are probably too late to atone.

He recalled all the times you’d attempted to bring up a topic regarding your relationship and all the times he’d evaded from them, the silence that follows and the disappointment that glazed your eyes now serving as a haunting nightmare playing repetitively like a broken record, taunting him. He should’ve listened, let you speak your mind, but he hadn’t done so. And he’s now reaping what he sowed.

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me know what’s bothering you.”

What?

With all the built-up and unnecessary worries, you were only attempting to help him. He felt like an idiot - an overthinking, empty headed idiot. 

And before he could stop himself, he’d teared up. You’d been so unbelievably patient with him that it almost felt unreal, that maybe you were playing a joke on him this entire time. But you weren’t. 

Your week had been clouded with worry for the ace spiker when he’d been quieter than usual, but was unsure of whether or not you should bring it up in fear that you’d overstepped your boundaries. Seeing him break down right now only served as a punch to your gut as this was the first time he allowed himself to be weak in front of you, and you felt helpless, knowing that you couldn’t even reach out to give him a reassuring hug.

So he did it instead. With trembling arms reaching out to clutch at the fabric of your uniform, he allowed himself to bask your hesitant embrace. He wasn’t sure if what he’s currently feeling is fear or excitement, but when you’d finally wrapped your arms around him, there was no denying that it was neither. 

He’d never been more relieved to know that you still cared enough about him to raise the same worries you’d been carrying because of his selfish attitude, and it felt good. Registering that this was the first time the both of you have truly touched, he let himself remember such an unfamiliar yet welcoming feeling.

Warm. It felt warm.

Since then, he’d opened up to your more, through both his words and action. Albeit not much, the ace did his best to convey his thoughts with small gestures on days where he could manage, and you respected it when he couldn’t. He’s trying, and that’s what matters the most.

Like the touch of a butterfly, Kiyoomi’s is much alike - gentle, soft, and uniquely his.