[ 10.37pm ]; Miya Atsumu; Fluff

[ 10.37pm ]; miya atsumu; fluff

ATSUMU is twenty-five when he realises just how madly in love with you he is.

It is a completely mundane night when the realisation hits him—just a night in sitting next to the love of his life as he scrolls through the different Netflix programs while you lay your head in his lap, eyes following the cursor.

He decides on a random reality show and clicks the play button—he has more pressing questions to ask. Not so much urgent as an unrelenting curiosity.

“Hey, babe?”

“Mhmm.”

“Will we meet in our next life?”

Your brows furrow as you pry your gaze away from the television to scour out your husband’s. Confusion eases into an expression of fondness once they land on his honey brown eyes.

“I hope so.” Your smile illuminates the room instantly.

“Do you think we’ll find each other naturally, like in this one?”

You ponder for a while, lips curled downward slightly, before settling on a response. “I wouldn’t mind having to seek you out though.”

“Cool,” Atsumu responds—a little lacklustre—if only to conceal his absolute glee at your favourable reply.

“What if we transform into beetles in our next life?”

“You would still be beautiful,” he coos, carding his fingers through your hair and admiring you in the flesh, before his index finger comes down to graze over the locket he gifted you when you were still kids.

You chuckle at how sweet he’s being. “What if you’re a human and I’m a beetle?”

“I don’t know how that’ll work but I’d make it work, maybe make you my pet or somethin’.”

Who would’ve thought that your husband would still be so precious in his mid-twenties? “Guess if that’s the case that’ll rule out kids,” you mumble.

Atsumu’s eyes light up at the mention of that. “What about now, in this life?”

It is absolutely endearing to see how he can’t contain his excitement. It’s a compliment to you—he feels so comfortable with you he wears his heart on his sleeve.

I’d love them, is what you’d like to say. But not yet, now is not the time. Atsumu has big games coming up and you don’t want this to distract him. So you offer up a grin instead, “we’re talking about the next life.”

“Fine,” he grumbles, pouting slightly before giving you a peck on the forehead in assurance. “I just hope when I meet you in the next life, I’ll know it’s you.”

You adjust yourself so you’re straddling him, the show now merely background noise. “The person you fall in love with in the next life—that’s me. That’s how you’ll know.”

Atsumu grins and rests his forehead on yours. “Then—” I’m not so afraid anymore— “I can’t wait. For the rest of this life, and all the others.”

“Me too, promise me we’ll find each other?”

He has never said anything with any more conviction than what he says next.

“Always have, always will.”

notes. have some of my tsumu fluff before the weekend hits <3

tsukishima x reader - “just one day”

genre: angst

word count: 1982

warnings: ending that is kind of open for interpretation ; some implications

under the cover of the moonlight that bears his name, tsukishima kei denies the sordid idea of love. the silence of the dimly lit park accepted his claim without much of an argument. it was unlike him to stay up this late for such a trifling matter but the vivid memory of yamaguchi's bright smile as he held his lover's hand was quite frankly, disgusting. he finds the thought of relying on someone to bring you joy and a sense of validation stupid. whoever thought that a bunch of neurochemicals rushing through your bloodstream was a beautiful fantasy was a deranged idiot. whoever dumb enough to allow someone inside their most vulnerable walls— dumb enough to trust blindly— deserves every ounce of the inevitable heartache that comes after the wonder of a new experience wears off.

in between his heavy sighs and muffled mumbles courtesy of his half thrown knitted scarf, he paused his steps. he eyed the sight before him oddly. a student right about his age, wearing clothes far too thin for the cool evening breeze, was curled up by the curb of the road. here was another idiot, he mused as he turned up the music blasting through his headphones, just about ready to move past the stranger's form and go back to his rightful place in his bedroom. just about if not for his eyes catching sight of a mewling cat and her baby kittens being sheltered by a worn-out brown coat.

"how long do you intend to stand there?"

he didn't know why but there was a sense of fragility, a tantalizing pull in the smooth way the words traveled to him, despite being barely recognizable in contrast to his music, that coaxed him to pull down his headphones and approach your slouched form.

"you look like a creep, sitting there in the dead of the night."

"probably but you aren't in any place to say that to me."

tsukishima bit back the insult that threatened to come out of his mouth as soon as he felt the lingering taste of it on his mouth. not because he didn't want to offend you, gods no, it's because to battle an inarguable fact with a sloppy insult was synonymous with admitting defeat which was preposterous enough on its own. you weren't even doing anything and yet you were shaking the foundations of his being, getting under his skin and challenging him into some one-sided competition that backed him up against a wall.

"if you were to be born as something else in your next life, what would it be?"

what kind of question was that? tsukishima never thought about the future, much less the baseless belief that something comes after death. he was not religious, often choosing to side with science and things within the reach of reasonable facts.

"i'd be who i am, i guess."

"what a boring answer."

tsukishima scoffed, "and you're any better? pray tell, what might be so interesting that you would want to waste your time thinking about it."

"well... i would like to be a daylily."

he likes to believe that he could read people well. he knew which buttons to press so kageyama would get flustered and start to curse him out. he knew which side of the court he needed to move to with each incoming spike from the opposing team. he knew what words to say that would boost the team's morale in his usual tone without sounding like a bumbling stuck-up. yet as he watched your mysterious smile, he realized you were too much of an enigma to be read.

"it would be nice to be seen as an object of affection- a fragment of love. a declaration of beautiful devotion."

"how poetic. a love that would die within a day."

"how about... a love to die for?" tsukishima rose an unamused brow, "okay... not that convincing but nothing ever lasts in this world. even if love were to end, if it can remain beautiful and fruitful— if it can give you happiness even if it's just for a short time... why deny yourself that?"

"love is overrated. it's people like you who believe those cliches in the movies that make it seem so great when it's just a burden."

"on the contrary, i believe i understand love just right. it's you who's unusually bitter!"

"i'm not."

"you are!"

"tch."

you were childish and tsukishima was half tempted to leave you alone if not for you visibly shivering like a brittle leaf in the middle of winter. with an annoyed sigh, he tugged his scarf off and tossed it to you without looking if it hit you straight in the face.

"what a gentleman. you're so sweet, loverboy."

"shut up."

"i wonder who broke your heart so bad that you deny the prospect of falling in love like it's a disease."

"no one did. it's just stupid how you chase after something that would give you a quarter of rewards for a multitude of migraines."

"get your angst away from me. i bet you're the type of boy to fall for someone within a day."

"what a dumb assumption."

"i stick by it. actually, give me one day and i'll have you groveling on your knees for my affection."

"don't make me laugh. me? in love with you? i'd rather be celibate."

"rude and just for that, i'll succeed no matter what."

"goodbye."

"wait! don't leave! you didn't even give me your name!"

* * * if he was a dog running along the fields without any care in the world then you must be a leech or a mite that refuses to leave him in his space. what were the odds that you went to the same school as he did? his grip on his pen was firm as he turned around to send you the coldest glare he could muster but he faltered. he hated that he faltered as he watched you cough into your sleeve— as he watched you play it off as it was nothing before planting yourself across him and handing him a slice of cake.

"what's this for?"

"snacks! i was waiting for you to drop by the cafeteria as any other sane student would but you didn't come so i brought you food. you need to eat if you want to stay healthy after all!"

"are you my mom, now?"

"i do have the 'mom-friend vibe' but no. i simply believe that highschoolers like you and me take their health for granted too often."

"don't you have anything to do?" he eyed the slice of cake oddly before sighing and biting into it. he shouldn't waste food.

"not really. i have nothing on my agenda but victory."

"you're still going on about that?"

"you bet!"

"get a life."

"you wish!"

* * * "oi."

tsukishima ignored the stabbing motion your finger did against his ribs as his eyes never strayed away from the lines of words printed into his book.

"oi, help me!"

instead of jabbing his ribs, your hand found its way to his thigh, tapping a rhythm he couldn't help but find familiar. he faltered again. your warmth was strangely comforting. he gritted his teeth, jaw flexing as he moved to grip your wrist.

"stop that," you blinked before smiling again, pointing at your half-done workbook.

"how do you get the sum of the three missing variables?"

he bit his cheek in an effort to regain his composure before sighing and motioning for you to get closer. he swore he saw you glow as you moved to sit beside him which felt disgustingly good— like the morning sun against his skin as it slowly rises to its full glory in the clear blue sky of a nice spring day.

tsukishima decided that he didn't like bright things that exuded warmth.

* * * the silence drowned his curses as he eyed you irately from across the court. you have decided to drop by club practice and the knowing smiles and silent cheers of his team were something that pushed him just about over the edge.

"stop that," he subconsciously seethed at yamaguchi who has never stopped glancing at him periodically with the same cheesy smile. this was a misunderstanding. an unwanted predicament he found himself in.

"stop what, tsukki?"

"you're thinking too loudly. it's wrong."

"i was just thinking that hinata seems to be more hyper than usual?"

one glance toward the literal embodiment of enthusiasm and positivity confirmed yamaguchi's thoughts and that made him groan into his hand. what was happening to him?

as he walked over to the coach, he spared one final glance at your form that was curiously watching the volleyball team beside their managers in the bleachers. he hated that for a moment, it felt right. your eyes caught each other and you beamed at him before cheering loudly. he looked away as heat flowed through him in rivers, painting him rose as the beat of his heart matched the rhythm of the beat you thumped on his leg.

* * * "where are you going?"

"home."

"wha— no, you aren't! i didn't stay behind to watch your mad crazy blocks for you to give me such a boring answer!"

"no one asked you to."

"no matter. i'll think of something for your uncreative head."

"i'm not uncreative," tsukishima scoffed as you pulled him along, "where are you taking me? this is kidnapping."

"somewhere fun unlike you."

"tch."

tsukishima hated how he let himself get pulled but as you held his hand, your warmth once again overwhelming him in waves, he thought that maybe, once wouldn't hurt.

"do you want the bubblegum flavor or the chocolate one."

"neither. i hate those things."

"blasphemous but to be honest, they're not top-tier either."

tsukishima might have shown a tiny smile at that. if he were to be honest, this wasn't that bad.

* * * "when you dragged me over to an arcade, i assumed you would be more or less good on at least one of the games but..."

"why are you so rude! it's not my fault i grew up sheltered."

tsukishima looked at you weirdly, "you've never been to an arcade?"

"well, no."

"you're an odd one."

"thank you. i take pride in being 'not like other people.'"

"no. i meant that if you were a dumpling, you would be the deformed one the customers always return."

"i... i do not know what to say to that."

"good."

tsukishima went to the next game and despite hating shooting basketballs and arcades in general, he decided he wanted to win those prizes.

it's not like he'll have to worry about taking them home.

* * * under the cover of the moonlight that bears his name, tsukishima kei denies the sordid idea of love. the silence of the dimly lit park accepted his claim without much of an argument. it was unlike him to grieve over something he barely held especially in the open but a quick look around the park made him decide that it was fine. he finds the thought of relying on someone to bring you joy and a sense of validation stupid and the fact that for a short while he thought otherwise, dumber. you were an idiot for believing in childish fantasies and that love wasn't fickle and him twice so for letting himself be swayed. he hated how he was dumb enough to hope that maybe just a small slip-up would be fine— dumb enough to trust that love would stay. he hated how bitter he feels because no, he didn't deserve this, and neither did you when the wonder of a new experience never had a chance to wear off.

"it seems like you didn't need to wait for reincarnation for you to be a daylily."

the burden they hold.

Let’s Walk Down the Aisle~

ever wondered how your fave haikyuu boy would react to seeing you walk down the aisle on your big day? look no more! you know why i wrote this? because of @aiiishiiiteru’s pickle headcanons. also im soft.

full on boo-hoo cries with utter joy, the biggest smile on his face with red cheeks, best man handing him a handkerchief and he blows his nose v loudly

-Asahi, Lev, GOSHIKI, Iwaizumi, Yamaguchi, ARAN, Yamamoto, TAKEDA, Koganegawa, Kindaichi

is totally cool, until you lock eyes with them-then a few big fat tears are sliding down their cheeks and he lets out a small chuckle as he takes in how beautiful you are-mouths “wow” to you

-Daichi, KUROO, Semi, Komori, Gao, OIKAWA, Reon, Ginjima, Ukai, ATSUMU, Daishou, Yahaba, MEIAN

wringing his hands together nervously, shifting from one foot to the other, but as soon as he sees you? he freezes, and he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and thinks, “finally”

-AKAASHI, Kinoshita, Tsukki, OSAMU, Hirugami, SHIRABU, Watari, Narita, Omimi, Kunimi, SAKUSA, Suna

standing still, a fond and genuine smile on his face, his eyes meet yours and you’re the one crying the whole walk down the aisle-he takes a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully dabs your tears away

-Kageyama, YAKU, Kai, Ushijima, KITA, Moniwa, Ennoshita, AONE, Kuguri, WASHIO, Kawanishi, Hiroo, Kyoutani, KENMA

is bouncing on his heels like a child waiting to get on a rollercoaster, he’s so excited and happy. waves to you cutely as you walk to him and you wave back with a laugh which makes your guests “aw” collectively

-NISHINOYA, Konoha, Aoi, Fukunaga, HINATA, Shibayama, AKITERU, Riseki, Komi, Inunaki , HANAMAKI, Sugawara

when he sees you he claps his hands with a “WOOOO!” and laughs, you’re so gorgeous he can’t stand it-and you’re marrying him? he’s so lucky he can’t help but holler

-Tanaka, Inuoka, Futakuchi, TENDOU, Akagi, TERUSHIMA, Matsukawa, BOKUTO, Numai, Yamagata, Hoshiumi, Kamasaki

i know i should be listening to my prof. i mean its freaking math but— but cmon man. how can i ignore a blushing yamaguchi as he hands you a hand picked bouquet of wild daisies. its just cute cause like,, imagine a picnic date and he excuses himself to go to the restroom and he comes back with that and you’re so uwu that you made matching flower crowns and he wears it on with pride but he’s still blushy blushy bc oh my god. affection. your sweet affection.