being part of a content house is harder than you think whenever you are new to the crew. though everyone in the house seem to like you, only one seems to resent your presence.. or is it because of what happened in the past?
summary: you get a random 3am text from your ex boyfriend miya atsumu.
an: hay!! there will be another parts to suna’s, im just having a little trouble with that currently. so here’s texts from ex atsumu while y’all wait!!
the characters in question: kiyoomi sakusa, atsumu miya
warnings:mentions of hospitals, injuries, a car accident, sport injuries
kiyoomi sakusa
it wasn’t even his fault, that’s what pained him the most on his way to the ER
it was a driving accident, and he’s an excellent driver
someone was just driving drunk while he was coming back home from practice
and he knew he should be extremely thankful that he managed to avoid most of the crush, yet still, not only did his beloved car got- damaged, to say at least, but he was just so mad
The paramedics talked with him, as they were supposed to, but when they asked what did he do in life and he said he’s a pro volleyball player, the scared look their faces freaked him out even more
“Anyone you want to contact?” they asked, and he nodded, mumbling your contact information.
Got even more scared when he heard your voice on the line, but would he ever show? Of course not.
As it turned out, his arm was broken in a really nasty place, and the wound was open, so he had to sign papers for an operation
“I’m really fine, Y/N, can you just not make it a big deal and ask for the release on demand papers?” he whined in a weak voice, staring at your back, as you were glancing out the window in his room, as if you were searching something in the city’s night sky.
You were staying terribly silent.
“I’m not going to beg, you know, I’m asking for help but I’m perfectly capable of doing so myself, watch me” he said in an aggresive manner, taking the the bedsheets off and searching for some sort of shoes to wear. At that moment he tried to lift himself up from the bed and hissed when the broken arm touched the bedframe. It made you turn around.
“Lay down you big baby” you said in the most demanding manner you could, trying to stop silent tears flowing from your eyes before facing him, but judging from his expression, you failed.
You sat on the edge of the bed, adjusting the blanket back on, still not willing to lift your eyes.
His mind got hazy with worry as he studied your busy figure, and voice suddenly refused to leave his throat.
“It wasn’t my fault, you know” he mumbled in his defense “No need to be angry with me”
“I know it wasn’t” you replied, softer than before. “That’s why I’m worried” you lifted your gaze to meet his, making his heart drop at the sight of your teary eyes.
“I was… trying not to focus on that right now, you know?” he started to play with the material of the blanket with his other hand. “Though it was the very first thing I thought about when I saw my arm bleeding”
“What do you mean?” you asked, confused, noticing the nervous behaviour.
“Well, didn’t you mean volleyball?” he asked, his voice breaking in the middle “I don’t want to find out I can’t play… yet” at this point you were sure his fingers weren’t just playing, but visibly trembling. “You know” he said with a bittersweet smile “I don’t have any other plan, and I’m already too stressed today to be given an information that a minor shithead on the road may actually ruin—”
You gently touched his hand, making him stop spiraling, and loosely wrapped your pinky around his.
“I’ve already know the answer to that. You just need to let it grow back together, and you’ll be back to playing in no time. Besides, we’re off season, right? Who else would be able to catch up in two or three months of practice if not you?” you smiled brightly at your surprised boyfriend, his eyes visibly lighting up after he heard you say that.
“Did you hear that from the doctor?”
“Well, I didn’t make it up, did I?” you giggled, noticing the slight smile on his lips, but it disappeared soon after.
“What’s wrong, then?”
“Oh, nothing, just… I was worried for you for a second” you whispered, somehow embarrassed, making him raise an eyebrow.
“But didn’t they tell you immediately what happened exactly?”
“They did, just… made me realize how easy it would be to…” you stopped, and turned away, not wanting to burden him with your own emotions.
Nevertheless, he caught up in what was going on, and patted a seat closer to him on the bed, so you’d move there, gently hugging you with one arm after you did.
“I’m sorry. I can’t even promise you anything, it’s just that things happen sometimes, and you can’t do anything about it.”
“Keep talking like that, and I won’t let you leave the house again.”
He laughed a bit.
“Look, I can say that I’m never gonna let anyone and anything make me hurt you, leave you, or make you cry. Got it?”
“How can you—”
“Got it?”
“Got it.”
atsumu miya
boy was he pissed off
it was such a big match
and sorry not sorry, he didn’t consider the other setter a perfect match for his standards
nevertheless, the match was put on break for a minute, and his teammates gathered around him as he laid flat on the stretcher, the paramedics somewhere around
what happened, you might ask?
he had no idea what Hinata did while Ushijima was serving, but he somehow made much noise in the background, as if he fell, or something, Atsumu didn’t remember correctly, but it made him turn around
it made him turn around in the exact same moment Ushijima finally hit the ball
and needless to say, the ball soon after hit the back of Atsumu’s head.
he remembered a sharp pain for a second, and then, from what he was told, he passed out
after he woke up, he felt terrible, yet kept insisting that he can play, because nothing mattered more than winning against the Adlers, right?
well his teammates, coach, and the paramedics that were already called for had a different view on the subject
as well as you, his s/o, who still didn’t get to get through the crowd by the stands
“Fuck, Atsumu, how much does it hurt?” he heard Sakusa ask, making him open his eyes and give him a tired smile.
“Awh, you used my first name, I might cry”
His teammate rolled his eyes.
“You scared the shit out of me, you idiot. Who in their right mind turns around on serves?” he scolded the blond man with a serious look on his face, but Atsumu couldn’t find it in himself to care.
That is, until he heard your voice shouting his name, that’s when he got a bit scared.
You were soon by his side, a worried look in your eyes, as your fingers ran through his sweaty hair.
“Hi darling” he said with a smug smile on his face, but the wet trail under his eyes and pale condition informed you about his true state. “No need to worry, I’m fine, they’re all overreacting”
“Y/N, please tell your boyfriend that as much as we hate his dumb ass sometimes, no one wants him to suffer from an untreated concussion, so if he would just shut up and do as the medics tell him, that would be great” Kiyoomi sighed, and you nodded, looking at Atsumu and pointing to the tall spiker.
“He’s right baby, you need to be smart about this”
Atsumu finally gave up and accepted that he won’t be playing tonight.
“Since you like to brag about your service aces, win it for me, will ya?” he asked, while the paramedics already started to move him to the ambulance outside.
“Well we can’t promise any—”
“We will, Tsumu!” Bokuto yelled, covering Sakusa’s mouth, to his pure digust.
You went with him to the ambulance, and as soon as the door closed behind the both of you, you noticed a change of attitude on Atsumu’s face.
“Are you feeling okay?” you asked, but since he didn’t respond, you brought a hand to his face to make him turn to you.
“Yea, yeah I’m just a tiny bit… dizzy.” he explains, words blurring together as he pushes his face against your hand.
“Dizzy? You should’ve mentioned that earlier, Tsumu, this can be really serious!” you started to worry, but realized that’s not gonna help in any way.
“A bit, I’m a little tired, you know?” he said in a weak voice, smiling gently.
“Shh, hey, focus on me, alright? If you fall asleep, I’ll have to tell the medics. Keep your eyes open for me”
“Y/N, I got hit by a ball, I’m not bleeding to death” he laughed, but you could clearly see the fear in his eyes, he absolutely despised hospitals, and both of you were painfully aware of that fact.
“Just do as I tell you, or I’ll freak out”
“Alright alright, you weirdo” he sighed, focusing his eyes on your face. The smile slowly fading away as he kept thinking about the match he was missing currently.
“They’ll win” you whispered “They’re strong enough on their own” you kept calming him, pushing his hair out of his face, your touch relaxing his mind a bit.
haikyuu!! characters and you making a playlist reminding you of them
featuring: sakusa kiyoomi, miya atsumu, suna rintarō and kageyama tobio
kiyoomi
you left to make some tea, and left your phone in the room
it’s not like he was swooping through it! it was connected to a speaker so you didn’t turn it off, so you can easily change music
a song he really hates came on, so he decided to change it
he picked up a phone and realized, he doesn’t even know what to play
“what if I play something they won’t like” and all the dumb anxious thoughts started to flow through his mind
so he decided to play something from YOUR playlists! he’ll find something he likes, and it’ll be obvious you like the song, since it’s on your playlist. genius plan, right?
he started sliding the playlists until he found something that caught his attention
the title being a lyric from the song “Loverman” by Rick Montgomery
he entered it, thinking nothing in particular, but the caption below the title!
it said “I just miss my boyfriend, okay?”
wait… what? his brain didn’t process this correctly for a second
it felt so illegal to look through the songs in there, they seemed so private
he honestly felt the urge to put the phone down
but then he saw the most cheesy song he could think of
song being “18” by One Direction
you didn’t even listen to that band from what he recalled, yet it was there and he was familiar with the lyrics of it
he felt a weird drop in his heart, like a sudden wave of excitement, suddenly he couldn’t sit still
this didn’t occur often and he didn’t know how to act.
You came back to the room holding two cups of tea, the first sight being your boyfriend sitting unnaturally still and straight.
“You okay over there?” you asked softly, putting the cups on the table in front of you and giving him a small side glance.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he ask, eyes set or something in a completely different direction than your face.
You sat next to him and noticed that even though the same song was playing, your phone was in a completely different place than the one you left it in.
“Don’t you hate this song, Omi? Why didn’t you change it?” you asked, reaching for the device. Good thing you didn’t saw his eyes widen when he realized, he didn’t change the playlist he was looking at.
You were silent for an awfully long moment, eyes glued to the screen, while he was dying just two meters away. Were you gonna be mad? Sad? Disappointed? It would really be easier if you said something, he thought.
But then he started thinking about that playlist again. So you miss him, huh? That was a weirdly pleasuring fact, he didn’t know why. He was proud of himself for no reason.
But then he thought, were you really in need of a playlist like that? Maybe he was too distant, maybe he wasn’t enough boyfriend-ish?
The song he was looking at suddenly started playing, but it wasn’t enough for him to look up.
“You know, I listen to it every time you go for a game somewhere far, and you’re gone for a couple of days”
“It’s not possible to miss someone that quick” he replied almost immediately, as if he didn’t think about it before speaking. “At least to miss me that quick”
“Well, when you’re in love, it is” you replied, the grin on your lips so wide it could be heard in your voice. His heart skipped a bit. “And I have loved you since we were eighteen” you poorly sang the lyrics of the song, laughing immediately after, causing him to also smile a tiny little bit.
You rolled your eyes.
“Come on, Mr Insecure” you said, standing up and giving him your hand. “I always wanted to dance with you to this song.”
atsumu
you were sleeping before he came over, and you noted that you were to take a nap and that he could let himself in.
chill music was playing inside your whole place
it didn’t take long for him to find you draped over the sofa, a peaceful look on your face
you’ve been really stuck on work recently, so he was happy that you finally got some rest
however it wasn’t going to stop him
he located your phone and planned to wake you up by suddenly playing some metal music instead of the chill lo-fi in the background
it was gonna be “hilarious”
so he proceeded to unlock the phone and was about to enter search bar when he noticed the name of the playlist that was currently playing
“missing my dumbass” huh?
he just looked through the songs endlessly, even though there weren’t that many
huge smile subconsciously appeared on his face and suddenly he didn’t have the heart to wake you up
However he did lift your head really slightly and put it in his lap instead of the pillow instead.
So you were napping while he just stared at the songs in awe, somehow surprised by the fact that you could miss him
“City of Stars, huh? I remember when you made me sit through that movie” he whispered, more to himself than to you. “And when you tried to teach me the chords to that, too” he giggled “Guess it’s better when you play and I pretend to know how to sing”
He kept chuckling and smiling to himself about what he was finding, until he put the phone down and looked down at your asleep face.
“Look at you. You really love me!” he grinned, peacefully sure of what he was saying. Wow, you really did love him. Why was it so surprising? Why was he this shocked?
He always thought he had plenty faith in himself, but somehow when it came to you, he could never hear enough of your praise before he’d actually believe your confessions.
You woke up soon after to him playing with your hair, a mindless look on his face.
“I remember falling asleep somewhere else” you commented sarcastically, but he only smiled, his mind some place else. “What’s wrong, Tsumu?” you asked, concerned about his cheeky attitude being gone. You got half up and looked him in those absent eyes, but he only hugged you closer to him, resulting in your face being buried against his neck.
“I just missed you” he said, hardly overcoming his emotions. “A lot”
“Did you? That’s rare” you laughed, but noticed the song playing in the background. You distanced yourself from him enough to look him in the eyes with the deadpan, but low key amused look. “Or were you just looking through my phone like a crazy person?”
He rolled his eyes.
“It was a great plan, until ya decided to make me emotional!” his nicely covered accent was always showing more when he was trying to remain calm. It made you giggle.
“Aw, look at you, are you gonna cry?” you joked mockingly, causing him to look away in embarrassment. He lightly pushed you off his thighs onto the couch. “Hey!”
“Yer the worst” he said, walking to the kitchen to pour himself some water. “The WORST!”
“You’re just mad because I made you too flustered to make a flirty comeback!”
„Shut it!”
rintarō
this boy, oh my god
this boy has his own playlists for you
and he keeps them like a caged secret never to be exposed
seriously, he has a lock on his Spotify app
he’s secretly a sucker for all the romantic things like those couple playlists, photos of holding hands, that stuff
but he’d never, ever admit it, not even to you
so one day, you were at his place, and the Miyas, Kita and Aran were there, too.
His phone died, and it was connected to the speaker, as it always is, because
“you all listen to shit, I’m gonna choose something”
so when it died, he started aggressively poking your shoulder until you looked at him
“babe. baby. honey. y/n!”
“what, rin?” you finally reply, while in the middle of the conversation with Osamu
“Can i get your phone? music’s dead” he asks politely, and you nod mindlessly, while still paying attention to what Osamu was saying.
To be honest you didn’t even hear what you’re agreeing to, but soon he placed your phone in front of your face so you’d insert the password
You unlocked it, and he happily went over to the music app, while connecting it to the speaker
He was just gonna search for his playlist, but he forgot the phone isn’t his, and he needs to search it instead of just hitting “playlists”
But it was the first thing he mechanically did, and the first title he saw, was, drumroll please…
“it’s missing rin hours”
it’s what hours now? he could NOT believe his eyes
well well well, so he spent all this time hiding his Pinterest-like romantic dreams to himself, while you… had a playlist? to remind you of him?
he wanted to look. but he remembered how much he would be embarrassed if you were to look at his, so he decided not to
he just searched for his playlist and turned it on like nothing happened, but after handing you back the phone, he could not stop smiling
good think you were talking
Minutes passed, and the whole group was just chatting, eating and laughing, while the music was in the background, but Suna just sat back and didn’t pay attention to the conversation. Suddenly, he saw a palm right before his face, waving for his attention.
“Quit zoning out, Rin!” he heard your voice and looked over at you, and the amused smile on your lips. “Come on, we’re playing cards and nobody shuffles them like you do”
He simply nodded and proudly went over to the table, took his chair and started shuffling the cards in a truly “casino-like” manner, a confident smile never leaving his lips.
“What is it Suna, are you hiding all the good cards for yourself so you can win again?” Aran asked, and he just scoffed.
“Oh yeah, I remember we weren’t supposed to let him shuffle again!” Osamu joined.
“Yer a cheater, Suna, gimme that” Atsumu placed his hand in front of Rintarō, to make him surrender the cards faster.
“Please, you shuffle like a four year old” he bit back, already started to give the cards to people. “Alright what’re we playing?”
Suna was weirdly confident that night. Not that he was ever insecure, he just… acted more like Atsumu rather than like himself. It was weird to watch, honestly, but you didn’t mind, since he seemed happy. It was like this until you left, and you didn’t say a word, but as soon as you got to the car, you couldn’t bare to stay silent anymore.
“Okay, what’s up?”
“What’s supposed to be up?” he said, not even glancing over at you, eyes fixed on what was behind the vehicle, hand over the back of your seat, another one on the steering wheel, trying to leave the parking lot.
“What’re you so happy about?”
“What, can’t I be happy? That’s a rude thing to hear from my own s/o”
”You know what I mean” you whined, rolling your eyes.
“Do I?” He asked, and you started to get irritated with his responses, but before you could say anything, he just added “Maybe it’s just annoying my s/o hours”
After that, he simply smiled and focused on the road in front of him, leaving you to your own embarrassment, silently glancing to catch you get redder every time he looked.
tobio
this guy doesn’t have playlists on his own
he just listens to what he wants to, he searches it
so he’s really not in the subject when one day you’re in the shower when some weird music comes in
he just laughs at what the hell are you listening to?
and you say the playlist must’ve ended, and he can put on another one
okay but… where?
so you shout the instructions to just go to “your library”, pick one and just click shuffle
he does as you told, but- woah, why do you have so many?
he starts to go through them, but it’s really just pure chaos
up until he finds a playlist, named “don’t tell tobio but I miss him”
wow, the title makes it seem so private, he almost doesn’t want to ope-
oops, he opened it
and the songs there- it caught his heart from the very start
don’t get me wrong, he thinks they’re cheesy
but there’s something about them that makes his eyes feel hot all of the sudden
and you miss him? really? all this time he tried to be as distant and reserved as he could, so you wouldn’t think he’s clingy
and you-
he needed to sit down for a second
You came out of the shower, still with a towel wrapping your wet hair, when you noticed that a song you don’t know was playing, and Tobio sat on the couch with an uneasy expression.
“It’s not that hard to find it, you know” you said, walking over to him, about to take your phone away, but he quickly put it behind his back and looked up at you with an slight, tiny little grin.
“Gimme that”
“Nope”
“Why?”
“You have to come and get it” he said, moving back against the couch. You were shocked to the very core about his sudden confidence, and well, cheesyness, but what could you do, you sat in his lap and tried to get the phone from behind his back.
In the process, he started to tickle you, making you laugh, throw your head back, resulting in your towel falling to the floor.
“Stop, oh my gosh, just give me the- the- the phone!” you managed to say in between giggles.
When he finally stopped, your head was resting on his chest while you desperately tried to catch your breath.
“Sorry. I just wanted you to have a fun memory to think of while you miss me” he said teasingly, causing you to look up with a “how dare you” look on your face.
“So you-“
“Rewrite the stars? Really?”
You hit him on the chest
“Shut up you idiot”
“Awh, don’t act like that. You’re gonna miss it when I’m gone” he said in an over dramatic manner, looking away, and you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head.
