Volleyball isn’t exactly the most popular sport but handsome, charming Miya Atsumu, starting setting of the MSBY Black Jackals has his share of fangirls nonetheless. He has never given you any cause to worry, always keeping a respectful distance from them, bowing and thanking them for their support before trying his best to disappear after matches and teleport himself back home to you.
You know he doesn’t care for fame or the fans.
He only cares about playing volleyball. He only cares about you.
Still, it’s hard not to doubt yourself sometimes when you’re feeling blue. It just happens to be one of those days. You wake up to pouring rain, miss your train, get shouted at by your boss for making two typos in a presentation you only had an hour to prepare for. It all comes to a head when you rush to watch his match and watch as your boyfriend gets swarmed by his fangirls yet again.
He takes a while to notice that you’re being uncharacteristically quiet when you reach home. In his defence, he did just win a match overr EJP Raijin, so he’s busy sending triumphant selfies and taunts to Suna just to rub it in. He doesn’t have Kita keeping him in line anymore (no, the Inarizaki group chat does not count).
But he catches on soon enough when you sniffle into your pillow, pull your blanket over your head.
“Rough day?” he asks, rubbing soothing circles into your back.
He thinks he hears another sniff, the sound muffled by layers of cloth and fluff hiding you from him. Perhaps he should give you your space, let you mope and get whatever it is out of your system, but he hates even the thought of you being sad.
So he slips nimble fingers beneath the sheets, attacking your weak spot with tickles until you squeal with laughter and capitulate, throwing the blankets down while wheezing.
“Wanna tell me what’s wrong, doll?”
He listens as you whine about your day, nods at the right places, curses your boss. But he frowns when you meekly admit that you’re just a little insecure that you’re not good enough for him - not when he has fans throwing themselves at him left right and center - an exaggeration, he disagrees as you huff.
“You’re not allowed to laugh at me”, you poke his belly as he rolls over his side, raises his hands in mock defeat.
“Never”, he avers. “But seriously, ya got nothin’ to worry about.”
summary: miya atsumu loves you for years, but you weren’t ready yet.
now playing: lifetime by ben&ben
note: hi, anon! enjoy!!! lmk what you think!!! hihi.
Everyone from Inarizaki’s side rose from their seats and cheered as soon as the ball landed on the orange court. You watched Atsumu and Osamu staring at each other in disbelief. After months of hardwork, they’ve finally achieved one of their goals for that year—to defeat the crows before they graduate.
Miya Atsumu x reader (platonic, maybe) warnings: alcohol mentions, drunk idiots, breaking and entering content: gender neutral reader, dumb drunk antics, fluff, atsumu thinks he can make onigiris, they break into osamus shop, “if i die, im going to haunt you” prompt, short drabble more likely wordcount: 717
notes: i havent actually read the hq manga for a while, so this timeskip knowledge is loosely based off of what i know from tumblr, may not be accurate! i used a prompt from this list! this is pretty platonic but ig u can read more into it if you’d like. first time i tried using a prompt! only my second reader fanfic EVER, i hope u enjoy !!! :^) <3333
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Honestly, you’re not sure how you even ended up in front of Onigiri Miya at 2AM with Atsumu. You were visiting your childhood friend and he decided to treat you to a night in town, where you, after eating extreme amounts of delicious foods in a fancy restaurant you would never be able to afford on your own, also had just a tiny bit too much to drink.
You were walking in the park, your arms behind your back, Atsumu proudly telling you about Onigiri Miya – as if you hadn’t already visited the place a couple days prior when you arrived - and how Osamu would have tuna and spring onion rice balls ready for him whenever he needed it.
“But yaknow, that asshat isn’t afraid to charge me at all,” he complained, stumbling a bit while walking. “But I betchu, I Bet! That I can made just as delicious rice balls, dontcha think so?”
He looks at you with his signature smirk and the confidence he usually exudes on the court. All you did was raise an eyebrow at him while a contemplative and distrusting “hmm,” left your mouth.
Atsumu’s hand rose to his chest in what looked like genuine surprise, almost whispering your name, “How could you say that!”
“’Tsumu, I didn’t say anything?” “That’s what hurts the most!” You laughed, breathing in the comfortable summer air while looking up at the night sky. You honestly thought the conversation was over and he’d move onto something else.
katsu is like my favorite ship name for my self ship so,, here’s a mini drabble to celebrate my birthday
content: self-ship (kay x atsumu), mahal/mahal ko (love or my love in tagalog), yes i am a barber irl
“baby, bunny, my life, my angel,” atsumu drags on wrapping his hands around her waist. “mahal ko, you know i love you?”
“what do you want?” she rolls her eyes as she organized the cabinet plates.
“can ya cut my hair please?” he whispers. he nuzzles his head into her neck, pecking small kisses in a line down to her shoulders.
“atsumu,” kay groaned at him, moving away from the kitchen. he huffs in response as he watches his wife reject him.
“baby please,” he begged. “i know ya said ya don’t cut sundays but i desperately need a haircut.”
“so go to a barbershop, have them cut your hair,” she chuckled. she picks up the sprawled blankets off the cushions to begin folding them.
“but i like the way you cut my hair and yer my barber. ya tell me i can’t cheat on my barber, which is my beautiful wonderful wife,” atsumu trailed behind, pecking her cheek afterward. “please i’ll buy ya a new bag.”
“i don’t need a bag,” she pokes. “sundays are my rest days, the shop is so busy and i don’t want to cut.”
“what if i got ya a new stuffie?” she shakes her head at her fiancé before seating herself on the couch. “bunny, i’ll do anything for ya to cut my hair, look at how ugly it looks.
"hey, i like when your hair is ugly,” she teased, combing through his outgrown hair. the strands of his undercut had grown in ever since there was a two week break. kay brushed through his long hair, ignoring his pleads.
“mahal,” he was now kneeling in front of her. his hands rest on her lap as he tries his hardest to make puppy dog eyes as a grown man. “i have an interview tomorrow and i-”
“wanna look nice? i know because you ask me every time right when you have an interview. ill fix your roots next week okay?” she groans. she throws her head back while still playing with his hair. kay hates when people ask last minute to get cut, but nontheless, she agreed. “you owe me a massage.”
“thank you, thank you,” he says between kisses. the two walked towards the makeshift barbershop station in the garage.
“yeah, yeah but no trying to kiss me while i cut your hair,” she scolds. but of course, he did try to sneak kisses during the cut.
kay brushed out the blond strands before clipping them up to get more access. atsumu, who was facing the mirror, watched how focused she had gotten. debulking, guideline, blend out, all the thoughts were going through her head, despite her husband trying to give her affection.
after a quick trim on top, she dusted off the micro hairs and undrapes him. atsumu admired his haircut in the mirror while kay brushed off the hair off her clippers. “ya always amaze,” he smiled. he dips down pecking her cheek before helping clean up.
“yeah yeah,” she puts away her tools and combs while atsumu swept up the cut hair off the floor. kay’s phone buzzes on the table, catching atsumu’s attention. “who’s texting?”
“…bokkun…he’s asking for a haircut too…” he says meekly looking at the phone. kay groans, pulling her tools back out to set up once more. “thank you baby, i know ya wanna rest on your day off and our interview landed on the worse day.”
“i’m not mad i’m cutting on my day off baby,” she walked over to cup her husband’s cheeks. “i’m mad you guys get your cuts last minute.” she pinches his cheeks as if he were a small child in trouble.
“ow- ow!” he whines. his hands land on her waist as he huffed with his sore cheeks. “i’ll tell bokkun that he can come over. after, i’ll give ya that massage i owe ya and some cuddles for being an amazing, most wonderful, talented, beautiful wife.” he picks her off the ground squishing her cheek against his, hugging her like a baby and their favorite bear.
“okay okay! put me down,” she giggled.
“i love ya mahal,” he dipped down, planting his lips against hers.
“i love you too,” she responded. “but if you guys ask again for a last-minute cut on my day off, im shaving your head bald.”
