#osamu miya angst
pairing: osamu miya, fem!reader (timeskip!).
genre: angst, happy ending.
cw: none.
worcount: 3.2k.
! first post of 2022, had this saved for some time, i didn’t feel like posting it, but i read it again today and thought it was really nice, and i wanted to share it too. !
loving osamu was complicated.
he was a sturdy, sometimes mindless guy, despite the calm look on his face and blank eyes. thinking back at it, you still don’t know what exactly hauled you to fall for such a guy; he wasn’t your type at all.
nonetheless, there you were, planted in front of the entrance to the gym and where the inarizaki volleyball team was currently practicing. you’d never been the shy kind, accustomed to speaking your heart out, but when osamu eyed you from his height, and suddenly, for the first time, you took in his presence closer than where you’d normally see him in the hallways, you felt yourself shrinking.
“what is it?”
he used to tell you that was the first time he’d ever seen you - you don’t believe him. otherwise, how would’ve he known what your intentions were that evening as the sun was setting? while your body was shivering because of the breeze and osamu started to lose a little of his patience because he was in the middle of practice and his twin and captain were going to lecture him for wasting time.
despite your poor effort of confessing your feelings for the wing spiker, he was able to pick on it quickly - which only fueled your suspicions that he did actually know you before that day.
osamu turned out to be a little tougher than what you’d imagined. fighting was quite common for the both of you, you were too foolish and osamu too vigorous.
osamu didn’t necessarily live an amazing life, and with that blank stare he always had, you were aware that many things ran through his mind everytime the two of you went out on a date - which was never common, osamu too busy and you slowly realizing how draining being by osamu’s side was.
osamu expected things from you that, in your little experience with dating (zero), you didn’t think was fair. he expected you to soothe his back, put up with his arguments, sometimes abrupt thoughts and continue to come back every time he told you he didn’t want to talk to you. maybe the two of you were too young to understand, maybe it was your fault, or maybe it was osamu’s fault, still, one day you decided you didn’t deserve to be treated that way, and as expected, you walked away.
you can’t really say, at this point of your life you can’t remember. that day of graduation, and the last day you’d see osamu at school, instead of telling him how much you loved him, how much you would miss him, you realized osamu wasn’t the kind of guy you wished he was, and you weren’t the kind of person he was expecting you to be.
osamu was a year older than you, and after suddenly announcing to atsumu his decision of quitting volleyball, abruptly the picture you had of osamu in your head started to crumble, if there was anything left before. it was stupid, you can admit that now - it’s not that the idea of your boyfriend not continuing to play his favorite sport hurt you, but it hurt because you realized osamu would stop being the person you knew and loved, or that you were still hoping to love. as you spoke your heart out, and subconsciously hoped osamu would ask for another opportunity you were more than willing to give, he only nodded his head, and agreed to finish things. that day you realized you never were on the same level as osamu. you realized things were over long ago.
you never heard, or saw him again after that.
that is, of course, until today.
you had a bad feeling, of course you did. one of your college friends had a boyfriend in tokyo. you weren’t curious, that was her personal life and after being single since that breakup, the idea of love didn’t exactly resonate with you. that’s why, when she asked you, begged you to come to tokyo with her, you were hesitant. the city was big, and you didn’t feel like third-wheeling on a couple that’d be seeing each other after so long. still your friend managed to convince you.
of course, she hadn’t told you all the details.
“professional player?”
“yeah,“ she hums, a huge smile on her face. “this is a really important match for him, i mean, the olympics isn’t anything, i had to come watch him.”
you’re uneasy, only nodding to what your friend tells you. in that exact moment you’re unable to remember. volleyball wasn’t your thing, never was, and after the breakup, the sport simply disappeared from your head. still, there was something calling out for you, but you weren’t oblivious to it, unable to drag it out from the bottom of your mind.
you never believed in fate. osamu, for anybody’s surprise, did. he begged you to never tell anyone after he poured his heart out to you, talking about how much he believed every person was destined to another, linked by a thread. you never mocked him, nor believed him. fate simply didn’t make sense to you. because if fate were real, the two of you would be together, right?
it clicks the moment you see it, too late to back out.
atsumu wraps his arms around your friend and spins her in a circle, face full of joy as the both of them embrace each other in such a loving manner your heart almost cracks, the familiar face bringing way too many familiar memories.
“this is a surprise, isn’t it?”
you jolt.
you’re quick to take a glance around, thinking of any possible path you could quickly take to disappear. like a child, you refuse to see it. you refuse to believe you were naive enough to come into a volleyball field thinking that you wouldn’t meet the last person you hoped you’d meet.
but there is nowhere to go, nowhere for you to run off and hopefully forget about everything. there he is, a smile on his face, black hair and black shirt along blue eyes, in front of you. it’s so abrupt you’re unable to react, staring at his face for way longer than what you’d wished to.
“i didn’t know—”
“your friend was dating atsumu? me neither,” osamu lies, speaking a little too fast, he thinks.
osamu did know, actually, atsumu had told him once over text, when his girlfriend posted a picture with you on her instagram story, which atsumu quickly screenshotted and sent to osamu in the middle of the night. osamu since then, would sneak in your friend’s account to catch an update about you, hopefully.
was he still holding onto you? he couldn’t tell. it’s been quite long, and, even though he was at fault, your decision still hurt him. like you, osamu thought, if you were in love, why’d you break up instead of fixing things?
it took him a few years to realize you weren’t the one to blame. you were young, and so was he, both of you with heads full of ideas, dreams, hopes, wishes. osamu had decided his future, and you didn’t see yourself in it, and instead of trying to tell you there was space for you, and hope for you to enter his life, he let you think you were part of a present he no longer wished to live. the both of you were young, and love wasn’t strong enough to prevent the two of you from falling apart.
osamu’s shoulders tense when your face changes, the surprise no longer in your eyes, instead, a look of hurt and hatred - towards him.
“c’mon, you don’t wanna ruin your friend’s day, do you?” osamu chirps in. “traveled all the way here to cheer on her boyfriend, that’d be awful of you.”
“i’m going to the bathroom,” you call out to your friend, passing by osamu’s figure.
he’s quick to circle your wrist with his hand, “i’m gonna go too, atsumu you show your girlfriend the seat and i’ll show y/n the seats after we come back.”
“no, stay here,” you half whisper half yell, glaring at osamu.
he knows, he can tell how angry you are right now, but on one part, he genuinely doesn’t want to ruin atsumu’s night right before a match, and the chance he got to see his girlfriend after so long (he’d been talking about it for months), and also, osamu wished to have a word with you. just a little chat would be enough.
“don’t be silly, this place is huge and you can get lost,” osamu simply responds, dragging you to the restrooms.
it’s silent and you don’t dare to say a word. it’s not like you have anything to say to him, what were you supposed to say, that you hoped he was okay? having fun with whatever path he chose? that you were happy for him despite the situation? as childish as it seemed, you couldn’t lie to him like that. you simply did not care.
osamu doesn’t say anything, suddenly too nervous of your actions. he wasn’t expecting you to react like that, with such little affection towards him, and quickly osamu felt a little lost. he knew it wouldn’t be that easy. it’s not like the two of you would see each other again and feel the butterflies you once felt fly inside your stomach. you were hurt and osamu had changed. was there a possibility to get the two of you back together?
you come out of the restroom after what feels like fifteen minutes, and walk past osamu’s figure leaning against the wall right outside the girls’ restroom.
“hey!”
“listen, osamu, let’s not do this,” you sigh, a hand pressing your forehead as you look around, searching for the way back to the seats your friend most likely was seated in already.
“do what? i’m trying to be nice—”
“well don’t do it!” you exclaim. “we’re not friends.”
osamu doesn’t say anything, simply walking by your side, which genuinely surprises you. osamu hated when you’d say things like that, dismissing his words or contrasting his ideas, he hated when you went to the other side in conversations. but he’s not upset, nor angry, he simply stays quiet, thinking of what to say. you frown.
“we don’t have to be friends if you don’t want to.”
you don’t respond, deciding to ignore whatever he’s trying to say.
the both of you are quick to find your way back to the benches. your friend waves her hands for you to approach her, a compassionate look. it’s not like she knew osamu and you knew each other, but she could tell something was wrong, and she was regretting forcing you to accompany her there.
you smile at her, but she knows you’re not pleased at all. you pat her back and the both of you sit again. osamu takes a seat too, after you hurry (almost run) towards your seats, having enough of his presence. but he doesn’t seem to take a hint, and decides to sit right next to you.
“excuse—”
you grab your friend’s wrist, as she’s ready to woo osamu away from you. you shake your head and half roll your eyes, assuring her. she only nods, and distracted by her too excited boyfriend a few seats down there, she smiles and waves back at him.
the place starts to get a little crowded, excited fans ready to see their favorite team win. there are cameras everywhere, and people running from left to right.
you feel a little uneasy. even while in high school, you didn’t enjoy going to osamu’s matches. big crowds made you nervous, especially when it came to sport events. inarizaki was quite intense when it came to cheering, and took every play to heart. as for you; you could barely keep up with the ball. and while you attended every single game, you dreaded the situation more and more. you’d always have to force yourself to go to osamu’s match, despite trying to constantly confess to osamu how much you hated the atmosphere. you tried once, and after you told osamu you didn’t think you could go watch another of his games, he got so angry, he didn’t talk to you for a month. maybe that was the start of the end for the two of you, who knows.
osamu eyes you from the side. you’re restless, he can tell. you keep bouncing your legs, and searching for the source of any loud sound that reaches your ears. the lights move a little, and people seem to grow more and more frantic, expecting for the game and its outcome. as for you, you wish the game was over as soon as possible. more people take their seats around the three of you, and you seem to jolt at every sudden encouraging word that comes from behind or in front of you. osamu takes a look at the people behind you, and then places (quietly) an arm over your seat, in hopes nobody would touch you accidentally.
but you see it, and misunderstand it.
“don’t play games, osamu,” you whisper, so your friend doesn’t notice the two of you.
“i’m not playing any games,” osamu whispers back, shifting, nervous of your accusation. “i know how you get when it comes to these places.”
you want to roll your eyes, you really do. but instead, something falls from your throat to your stomach, and you wrap your arms around yourself. it’s like time didn’t pass for him, you think.
it almost makes you believe osamu did care about you.
you don’t entertain the thought any further, and to your luck, the game started shortly after the little situation.
atsumu shines as bright as ever, a he always did in every stadium he’s had the opportunity to stand on.
so did osamu, once.
each player enters the area, and after the presentation of every team, the game is quick to start. again, you can barely keep up with the ball and every play, and it gets even harder when people seem to cheer and lament with every move. you decide it’s better if you follow one player at a time, and decide to follow atsumu for a while. it doesn’t take long for you to start searching for another player, and another, suddenly finding the sport a little more entertaining than what you remembered. every play has you gripping tightly the edge of your seat, to the point you sometimes jump a little at every point made, or almost made. you get lost in the game, forgetting about the chaos around you, and the presence of the black haired guy next to you.
he barely can keep track with the game. he would be lying if he said he was just stealing one or two glances your way, just to make sure you were okay. at first, he did only look at you to make sure you were alright, but as the game progressed, and you seemed to get more and more lost in it, osamu often found himself completely lost in you. your expressions, the light in your eyes, the little marks on your forehead everytime you didn’t understand why a point wasn’t given or lost, and the relaxed expression you’d wear whenever they did get the point. he wondered then, what he’d done wrong all along.
osamu wished you would’ve gotten this excited over his matches and plays. he wished you were this delighted by his volleyball, by his team and by his time spent on the court.
osamu can’t help it, entertaining the thought of what if. what if you were still together, what if he had noticed your feelings, what if he had asked you to stay. what if and what if not.
but he knew those questions held no meaning now, because, the answers he would’ve hoped to hear, now would be the complete opposite. you didn’t want him in your life anymore, and osamu knew it would be selfish to beg you to accept him again, to give another opportunity.
because, who could promise the two of you it would work out this time? how could osamu blatantly lie to your face and tell you everything would be alright now, if he himself wasn’t sure he could make it up to you even the slightest.
but gosh, he wants to hold you like he’s never wanted to before. osamu wants to embrace you like he should’ve done that day you decided to say goodbye. keep you in his arms where you belonged, where he thought you were supposed to stay.
the two of you are immersed in different passages. the game comes to an end, and despite the long rally and tired face of atsumu and his teammates, japan manages to secure their place once again. you jump, and so does your friend, clapping and celebrating the victory reached that day. and osamu is still reminiscing, as he watches the excitement you exceed. his arms are open, and you’re a little out of it, jumping to wrap your arms around osamu to celebrate.
osamu and you embrace each other, the two of you for different reasons.
osamu holds you tight, finally.
and you hold him drunk on a feeling you had never experienced before.
but once you try to pull away, and osamu grabs your sides a little more tighter, you realize it. you realize the both of you, once again, are in different moments. once again, you’re not on the same page.
you pull away, tense. you’re upset, but the roaring of the crowd and exciting flapping of your friends quickly makes you forget the situation, as you run behind her to try and approach her boyfriend.
osamu calls out to you as you disappear from his sight, extremely shaken up.
he gets it now, he knows what he has to do now.
he’s not letting you go again.
but it’s not easy to reach your side again.
and it’s harder than he’s ever thought it was.
when he was a teen, he thought he had given up enough for you. he thought whatever he was doing was enough for you. he failed to realize you never asked for much. you just asked for his genuine love and affection, and he failed you every single time.
maybe the two of you were too young, too naive, too foolish. maybe it was his fault after all, maybe he was in the wrong all along.
maybe he just had to work a little harder.
but god was he willing to do it. was osamu willing to have you back.
he reaches you after what seems to be endless, useless running. you’re right outside the lockers, where he supposes you were waiting for your friend to come out. he smiled to himself, knowing his brother and the possible love the both of them felt, that it wouldn’t be soon.
you see him, instantly turning around.
osamu doesn’t speak, sneaking to a place right next to you, leaning against the wall you’re against too. his eyes search for yours once, but you don’t respond, and he chuckles.
“it’s fine, we don’t have to be friends,” osamu finally speaks, barely a whisper, only you and him can heart. “after all, i don’t think i wanna be your friend.”
Osamu X Reader
Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, rejection, mental abuse, confusion in relationships, Smut, Unplanned Pregnancy, Depression, separation in family, twin brother’s are a pain, A baby daddy, A baby momma, idiotic decisions, regret in the past.
Will add more later on in the story.
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Don’t do it everyone knows he isn’t real when I comes to relationships
He all fuck but no love..
Some can even say he’s worse than his brother
(Y/N) (L/N) is determined to get into a top university to achieve her goals. She is and organised second year student. She was the perfect student. What could go wrong?
Nothing of course is what one would say however when the long overdue consequences of a decision that was made finally blew up in a big surprise.
A screaming bloody small human popped out..
W-What happened (Y/N).. Why didn’t you tell me?
I didn’t know that thing was inside my body.
What now?
She refused to looked at the small child instead felt a sense of dread filled with pain from just apparently going into labor.
How did this happen?
She didn’t even have a stomach to indicate she was pregnant.
“I don’t want that thing near me! I’ll never love that disgusting abomination. A mistake that should have never existed.”
I’ll never be a mother to it.
Follow (Y/N) who is beyond confused with her life at the moment on top of that her baby daddy is a stupid jock. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂
Material List Coming July 9th!
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On Hold
Atsumu X Reader
Warning: Smut, fool’s in love, unrequited love, Drugs, Best friends, heartbreak, Betrayal, Atsumu is a traitor, Childhood friends, Heart Break, False Accusations.
This is my story that I come to tell you..
That of a false man and his deadly deception.
All my life I gave him without asking..
However, I ended up behind bars for 15 years in this dark cold place..
In this place alone and unable to pursue the future I wanted.
Little by little discovering the horrible truth..
You are the snake that poisoned me..
I come with sweet words of love..
The same one that you used in that performance..
From a loving, dauntless and honest man..
That only in Miya Atsumu’s twisted mind existed..
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2. Here I Am
3. The Man I Loved
4. 18 Years Ago
Will Add More Soon!!
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I’ll update frequently! Starting soon! Strong references to Reina Del Flow! AKA songs
