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.”
warningsnotedited, break ups, and some awkward moments
genre angst, college au
word count1.3k
inspirationn/a
synopsis in which you stop by your ex’s place to get the last of your things, putting the last nail in the coffin for the both of you
This was a bad idea, not only you said this but your best friend who had told you multiple times, had said this. But you couldn’t just leave them there. And it was definitely out of the question to return to you and Atsumu’s messages and awkwardly ask him to drop off your stuff.
You shuddered at the sole thought of it.
Though, as you stood in front of his familiar apartment door, memories flooding back, you considered the latter. No matter how awkward or selfish it was.
The longer you stood at a stand still, those memories began to rage. From the first time you walked up to it. To all the lighthearted times Atsumu held you against it, the both of you laughing and giggling as he would place butterfly kisses all over your face, never forgetting that sensitive spot on your neck.
And of course you couldn’t forget the pouring night you and him put the final nail in the coffin for your relationship.
Now that, made you shudder.
You didn’t like recalling that moment. It still felt fresh considering it was just two weeks ago. But it just came back whenever you thought you had finally rid your mind of Atsumu completely. It flooded you with guilt and a smidge of regret, even though the split was mutual.
Thankfully, there were no tears shared. The realization hit you when had got back to your own apartment, in dry clothes and warm sheets, your best friend convinced you to immediately delete all your pictures with him. You still remember vividly the salty tears that welled up in your eyes.
You always wondered if the same happened to Atsumu when he deleted your photos together too.
“Alright,” never did you expect you’d be giving yourself a pep talk outside your ex’s door, but here you were. Bouncing on the balls of your feet, preparing yourself like you were about to run miles or score a winning point for your team.
But no, it was none of that. Just preparing yourself to get the last things that connected a string between you and Atsumu.
“You can do this. Just in and out.” You inhaled deeply and let it go slower than you anticipated. Why did this have to be so hard?
Finally, shaking off your jitters and doubts, your raised a fist to knock at Atsumu’s door. But you practically froze when you heard the stalling of footsteps behind you.
“Uh, ___?” No, no, no. One those balls of your feet, you slowly turned to face Atsumu. He looked confused to say the least. Who wouldn’t when their ex of two weeks is at their door?
You cleared your throat. “I—uh— hey, I was just here to— uh— pick up my stuff, you know?” Atsumu’s face relieved itself of the confusion, practically saying ‘Ah’ just by the expression.
“About time,” he makes the joke but doesn’t full on laugh himself. It misses you with too, a too soon on the tip of your tongue. Though it really wasn’t, Atsumu had gotten his stuff from your place last week. You wonder if he had been waiting for your stale text for the past week.
Atsumu clears his throat like you had done. “I should open the door.” He whispers and glides past you. Silently, you follow him. Almost letting a quip to retort back to him but you knew you guys were not at that stage of comfortability anymore, far from it. And you bet you guys were never going to reach it again.
You follow him inside and see that many of the lights are already on, so you assume Osamu was inside. The image of him opening the door on you before you could get to knock because he heard your stupid pep talk creeped up on you and you cringed.
Yet his head of brown didn’t pop out anywhere to point at you and laugh like he did when you used to do things like that. There was going to be no more that either, the realization made you frown.
You stayed behind Atsumu through the layout of his apartment, walking around here was like second nature to you, you almost had the urge to walk beside him. But you kept you distance, even in his bedroom where you guys would spend sleepless nights talking about anything but nothing at the same time.
“I think it should be over here.” Atsumu headed to a corner of his room, definitely referring to a crate or box where he had stored your things. And bingo, he was. The box was quite big like the one your best friend helped you pack with his stuff.
No surprise because this apartment was your second home. First really if you thought about it.
“Here.” Atsumu said, but he made to move to hand it over to you. It was like he was soaking up his last moments with your things, and possibly with you.
And it wasn’t like you made a move either. Deep down your felt that regret. Walking in here did not help with your want to move on. It just made you realize how much you missed it. How much you missed your relationship, and how much you missed Atsumu.
Only seconds ticked by before Atsumu jutted the box out to you but it felt like hours. You accepted it, muttering a quiet thank you.
“I should get going.” You said, it was in a sad tone and you’re sure he caught that. You took a single step back to distance yourself.
Atsumu nodded, agreeing silently. He led you out of his room, and without any words, you said good bye to it and to the hallways with the scratches and dents, to the living room where game and movie night would happen, to the kitchen where Atsumu would hover over you whenever you cooked. You’d especially miss the slow dances to old rnb, that was a memory you treasured.
And like you wanted, you were in and out. Standing on the opposite side of the door while Atsumu stood in the threshold. You weren’t going to give your self a pep talk this time around, now it was time to say good bye. Not to the door, but to Atsumu.
His eyes were sad, and you could assume yours were too. “So,” he started, scratching at his nape.
“So,” you copied. There was a silence before Atsumu unexpectedly let out a laugh.
“I’m sorry— it’s just— I never imagined us doing this.” He took the words right out of your mouth. You and Atsumu used to talk about your future together frequently, especially about marriage. And now those talks would have to be forgotten.
You nodded. “Me either,” you smiled weakly. “But it’s for the best right? This what we both wanted?”
Was it?
Atsumu’s mouth twitched like he wanted to say something different other than, “Right.”
Another silence came between you two, which Atsumu shattered again. “I guess I’ll see you around campus, yea?”
You hummed. “I’ll see you.” You edged back a bit, still somehow holding eye contact with Atsumu. The image of you guys having one of those dramatic movie scenes where you just run back into each other’s arm and say how much you regretted ever breaking up played in your mind.
But that didn’t happen. You finally said goodbye to Atsumu with your eyes, turning away and walking down the hallway for what you expected to be the last time.
Standing in the elevator, you came to terms that breaking up with Atsumu was definitely something you didn’t want. Yet, it seemed like things were already set in stone for the both of you.
◦let’s say ur the inarizaki volleyball team manager right
◦ u and atsumu hate each other
◦ u hate his guts and he hates ur guts
◦ but he also rearranges ur guts lmao
“look at you, so slutty for my cock” atsumu said while thrusting deep into your pretty little cunt. both of you were in the storage room fucking, just how it always was after you two had a fight. your tongue was out and you were drooling, it felt so good. you didn’t want to let him know how good he made you feel, but it was hard with him going so hard and your eyes rolling back and looking totally fucked up. “fuck you” you slurred, he just smirked and went harder. “gotta be quiet or the others will hear how good i’m making this slut feel”
osamu: ok, here you have the first aid kit, a book with all his allergies, a coat in case he starts getting cold, instructions on what to do in an emergency…
you guys met because you were desk partners at school
and just instantly clicked
okay okay so he is such a touchy person
very very touch starved
so as soon as you come into his life I mean please he is all over you
very clingy!! it’s so cute please
just simping for each other. we’ve all seen the manga panel of them simping. the miya twins are simps. of course atsumu’s gonna simp for you. I mean look at you. who tf wouldnt simp for you. I know I sure do. ahem anyway
atsumu gives you so many compliments!! I mean don’t get it twisted he does tease you a lot too,, but it’s always VERY light hearted <3
you practically live at their house and osamu pretends to be so sick of it but he’s actually just jealous that his identical twin is getting compliments and he’s not smh
watching so many films together!! he always heats up popcorn for you both and gets sooo many blankets and you both just snuggle up on the sofa together
queue osamu insulting you guys which makes you and atsumu stick up for each other which just annoys him more please someone come get ur mans osamu
and the heists to the kitchen to steal osamu’s food♂️ okay listen I love osamu but I just think it would be so funny for atsumu to have a bestie who just sits idly by in the middle of their chaos until atsumu wants to stir the pot so you’ll obviously help him djsbsjdnd
atsumu forcing you to help him dye his hair and osamu pouting in the corner like “help me too” and atsumu just being like sorryyyy we’re gonna go watch annabelle now bYE!!!
atsumu will also demand to dye your hair. if he sees you’re uncomfortable he will accept that,, but he will be sooo happy if you trust him enough to let him
okay but so. many. cuddles. so many hugs!!! seeing each other again after falling asleep on facetime the night prior?? hugging as a greeting bby. been hanging out together for hours on some big ass three am adventure round the town and are about to go home to sleep in his big, comfy bed?? hugging for comfort before the walk back.
elaborating on that- you guys always unwind in the evenings together (not liKE THAT DSJNSJS), if you guys don’t actually sleep together one night,, you’re on FaceTime. it’s one of those things where it’s become such a routine that it feels weird if it doesn’t happen, but neither of you are complaining!!
when it’s on FaceTime, you’ll both prop your phones up to charge and you both lie down facing each other,, he’s even bought you a plushie to cuddle when he’s not there
when he is there, however, oh my gosh he is not letting go !! he’s holding you to his chest so tenderly, almost scared he’ll brake you, and slowly play with your fingers, maybe play with your stomach, his chin resting atop your head
always alternating who’s the little spoon, there’s that primal part of him that loves protecting you, but there’s also the deprived part of him that just wants to be held :((((
he always makes sure you eat!! osamu will put his differences aside to cook for you dw
oh my gosh so many late night trips to parks at like two am which always end with a phone call to osamu begging him to come pick you guys up
you both sat in the back with osamu driving in the front treating him like a taxi istg
you both end up to start chanting for him to take you guys to the McDonald’s drive thru
of course osamu does because deep down he truly loves both of you, although he will take it to his grave
atsumu is such a protective friend!! someone hitting on you?? oh no worries bby he’s got your back!! he’s right behind you telling them to fuck off <3
someone bothering you?? being mean in the slightest?? don’t you worry your pretty little head about any of that stuff anymore, at least not when atsumu’s around <3 he’s already swooping in,, protective arm placed around your shoulders as he lectures them of how beautiful you are <3
with the really persistent creeps, atsumu will pull you close to his body, pretending to be your boyfriend so the other guy will back away <3 don’t worry though!! he assures you afterwards that it brings him no pleasure,, it’s just to fend off the horrible men (even though he’s blushing,, it’s completely and utterly unrelated, how dare you think otherwise tsk silly billy!)
@haikyuuublog said: ‘Ok but like imagine that but u and Atsumu like ik Atsumu rolls up like “oh hey was this douche bothering you” and he just says shit like “oh sorry I thought u were trying to disrespect my girl here it would really suck if that’s what you were doing you know cause then I’d have to like beat ur ass u know haha”’ PLEASE SHE IS WONDERFUL
ahem anyway
his confession isn’t all that grand
granted in his head it was meant to be really really big
because you were special and he wanted to prove to you that he thought you were different from all the other girls he’s spoken about before
but it all just falls down before his eyes
he had tried to make reservations at a really fancy restaurant, was going to buy flowers, this man was fully prepared to go all out for you!! may not seem it but can definitely be a romantic; when he WANTS to be istg
but the reservation fell through, he couldn’t get to the shops, it’s a whole thing
so he decides to just fuck it, he asks osamu to make you guys some food for dinner, and osamu happily agrees (after atsumu promises to do all the washing up and laundry for two months)
osamu would’ve done it for nothing because he sees how good you are for his twin, but after atsumu’s promise of “I’ll do anything!!”,, he just couldn’t resist.
he sets up a picnic blanket on a field, absolutely legs it to the shops to buy the flowers and a pack of fake candles, and sets it all up for you
definitely tries to make chocolate covered strawberries but the chocolate goes everywhere so he tries to clean it up but then it ends up hardening and just it’s a whole thing
but it looks absolutely beautiful nonetheless!
sends you a text to meet him just before sunset
confesses really simply, just says his feelings outright and how it’s okay if you don’t reciprocate them, but osamu had pushed him to tell you because he was “sick of the puppy dog eyes over the dinner table as he tries to eat”
