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atsumu miya, tokyo's friendly neighbourhood spiderman and waseda's number one setter, u19 worlds team setter, spammer at atsumurocks6578 and top 5 draft pick hopeful for the v-league. currently majoring in business because his parents wanted him to have a "backup" if sports didn't go his way. a celebrity on campus. here on a full scholarship.

osamu miya, the "guy in the chair" against his will for his twin brother. majoring in culinary sciences, but at this point knows more about tech than he wants to. rooms with sakusa so he won't drop a nuke on atsumu on a daily basis.

sakusa kiyoomi, philosophy major because he figures he'll make it with volleyball so he could pick up any major he wanted. twitter is a foreign concept but osamu's easing him into it, has gone viral on tiktok thanks to thirst trap edits. scholarship child.

suna rintaro, kinesiology major and atsumu's roommate (is paid in food by osamu for his sacrifices), also here on varsity scholarship and a prime pick for the v-league draft. questions his choice to go into sports every day, and wishes he could play games all day. kodzuken fan.

bokuto koutarou, literature major, censored on social media by his media team, is undergoing PR training but unsuccessfully since he falls for twitter scams too much. the "like these tweets for a fun animation" are the bane of his existence since he keeps liking them, only to be disappointed :(

taglist: @diorzs, @she-lovesmyheartshapedsunglasses, @egoistars

atsumu miya has always been fearless.

growing up, he’s always been the brother to fight off the bugs, bullies and creepy bedtime stories for osamu, and even at school, he was the one who made sure to keep all the older kids from mistreating the both of them— even if that did eventually earn him the very bitter reputation he had of being … an asshole.

but still — if you ask osamu yourself, ( he’d deny it at first ) he’d say something along the lines of how lame and uncool his twin brother is, but you’d both know anyways that there is a truth in it.

atsumu isn’t scared of anything — he doesn’t get scared of losing, he doesn’t get scared of bugs or getting hurt or creepy ghost stories — and that’s always been something he’s prided himself of.

but apparently, he was wrong.

“so, remind me again how long this trip is gonna be.”

atsumu smiles, watching from the foot of the bed as you pack away your clothes in a small luggage bag.

it’s a slow sunday, a nice, peaceful day mostly spent in bed (courtesy of atsumu not allowing you to get up before him) with the soft drizzle of rain perfectly setting a tone in the atmosphere.

it’s almost evening now, a few minutes ‘til six, and with the continuous ‘tap-tap-tap’ing of raindrops on your bedroom window, you’re reminded of the possibilities that it might rain tomorrow too.

“it’s two days — and barely a trip.” you don’t look up from the pile of clothes you’re sorting, “you can live without me for two days.”

atsumu snorts, rolling his eyes just as he throws a pillow in your direction, this being the second time he’s done this today.

it’s a college trip you’re going to — with two whole days headed off to another part of japan for your class’s research studies — and you can’t help but be plain excited for it.

( when you first told atsumu about it, he seemed almost as excited as you were, right off the bat offering to pack your bags for you and made you a shopping list of all the things you’d need for a trip. )

you look at him as you fold clothes, “do not throw a party while i’m gone.”

“i throw the best parties.” atsumu scoffs, his head falling back onto the bed as his legs dangle off the side.

and you say, completely ignoring him, “don’t forget to feed the cat.”

“i feed the cat all the time.” he scoffs harder, “i have never seen you feed him.”

your eyes crinkle, amused at the specific tone he’s taking with you.

“if anything i should be the one telling ya these things.” he frowns, continuing his moping, “yer a horrible person to be married to.”

and you wave him off, laughing as you continue to pack, “such a whiny boy.”

he was so excited when you first mentioned you were going on a field trip and a few hours later, he came barging into the room, eyebrows furrowed and all, yelling, “i just realized you’re leaving me here!”

“are you just gonna lay there?” you smile, a laugh almost intertwining with your words as you look at him; eyes closed, laid back and all.

atsumu peaks open an eye, “i’m not gonna help you pack away to leave me.”

you roll your eyes, anyone who’s ever said to you that atsumu miya is too intimidating in court should see how he acts around you.

“it’s a field trip.” you laugh.

and he frowns, “away from me.”

you run your fingers through his hair, “only one of the few reasons why i’m going.”

“wow,” and he tells you, smiling, heart in his eyes, “you’re going to have a terrible time.”

you fake a gasp, pushing him away as you stifle a laugh — “do not jinx my trip!”

and that’s how most of the afternoon goes.

you and atsumu spend a few more minutes here and there all over the place — both packing and bickering over and over again that it became a surprise to both of you that the rain was finally stopping.

the packing was taking longer than it normally takes you, but then again, that’s not really your fault.

you’re pretty sure that if anyone else in the world was married to atsumu miya, then they’d know that doing anything with him would take more than it usually would.

“oh — ouch.” you curse under your breath.

from afar, you see atsumu perk up, his attention easily leaving the pile of books he was moving around and immediately on to you and the sound you just made.

your shoulder hit the cabinet edge, obviously a lot sharper than either of you’d known, causing just enough of a scratch to show on your skin.

“what is it?” atsumu’s by your side as quick as he could be, his carefree demeanor nowhere to be found, “what happened?”

“it’s nothing,” you wave him off, keeping your hand on the wound to alleviate some of the stinging, “just a scratch.”

he doesn’t really look better off with that answer, in any case, he looks more worried now that you won’t show him.

atsumu tilts his head slightly, “let me see.”

“it’s just a scratch, tsum.” you show him where it hurts, moving your hand slightly to the side as he steps closer to you — “see, i’m okay.”

he touches your arm, and you notice that it’s not like how he usually touches you, he’s … gentler this time … like he’s scared to make it worse.

atsumu’s always been like this. whether it was a scratch or a bruise or a really irritating bug bite that won’t go away, he’s always been more worried for you than anyone ever has.

and ironically for him, he just about married the clumsiest person in the entire world.

“this is the second one in two days ya know.” his eyebrows furrow, walking away from you to get fresh bandaids from the bathroom.

“yeah but,” you try not to roll your eyes too much, and with a dismissing smile on your face, you call out, “the other one’s practically gone already.”

atsumu comes back not a minute later, green box of hello kitty band-aids in hand as he sits you on the bed.

“ye’r going on a trip three hours away from here for two days.” he scoffs loudly, “will it kill ya to be a little more careful?”

“ok - i’m sorry - i promise to be careful.” you purse your lips, shoulders falling down slightly.

he puts the bandaid on your shoulder as you speak.

“but only if you give me another hello kitty bandaid for my other arm.”

he stops putting the bandaid on your shoulder.

“you don’t have anything on the other arm.” atsumu narrows his eyes.

“yeah, but the bandaids are so pretty, and i want both my arms to match.”

“they’re pretty because they’re expensive, and we aren’t wasting them.”

“oh okay, so i lied,” you smile, “i actually do have a wound on my other arm, it requires a bandaid right now — please — atsumu — stop walking away —”

that whole ‘fearless’ crap he was going on and on about his whole life, turns out all he needed to do was meet you to be faced with all the reasons he should be scared all this time.

because ever since he’s met you — you have done nothing but made him nervous, worried, anxious and everything in between.

you scare him.

everytime you walk into a table or trip on your feet or end up with a new cut on your finger… it makes him worry… and that’s something he never thought he could feel for anyone.

it took him weeks to get up the courage to actually speak to you and even then, it took him longer to actually ask you out, so when he found out you were going to college miles and miles away from him, he didn’t talk to you for two weeks straight.

and as you may recall, after those two weeks, the idiot atsumu miya is, the first words he said to you again was “will you marry me?” and “no, i am so not crying.”

and now …

well, now, he wakes up everyday, married at twenty years old, and walks you to your station for school every morning.

it turns out that fear of his for you was a good thing after all — because it brought him realization that it’s a miracle that you love him almost as much as he loves you.

“you wanna try and fit in my luggage bag again to see if i can bring you with me?” you give him a teasing smile.

atsumu rolls his eyes, “you just wanna take pictures of me in the bag to send to samu — which i know you’ve been doing by the way!”

“you have zero proof that i’ve been sending your photos to samu.” you scoff, turning your head away as you cross your arms over your chest.

and he laughs, though trying his best to keep his features tight, “what? they just magically appear in the family group chat for no reason then?”

“maybe it was the cat.” you scoff, “you blame me all the time — why can’t it be the cat?”

“it was not the cat.”

“it could very much be the cat.”

thunder strikes, and the drizzle of rain becomes faster than what it originally was.

your bags have been packed, and for a two-day trip to a city not that far away, even you yourself can admit that maybe, you have your own reservations for it as well.

you’re still standing by your bed, atsumu on the side close to you, checking through your things one by one to make sure you’re not forgetting anything important.

“i can always not go, you know.” you smile, and atsumu perks up, though you pretend not to notice.

“i can stay here with you, and the cat.” you try not to look as excited as you are, “forty eight hours, just us.”

ever since the second semester stated and atsumu’s team busier than ever, it’s hard to recall the last time the two of you spent that much time alone together.

“are ya kidding?” atsumu turns around to look at you, his smile pursing together as he puts a hand on his hip.

“after we’ve packed all of yer stuff for it already?” he takes a step closer, “yer going on that trip.”

your shoulders fall now that he’s only a few feet away from you again, your face slightly tipping upwards to match his gaze, “you just want souvenirs.”

and atsumu nods, his grin intertwining with his words, “lots of chocolate —no white ones— and maybe a new t-shirt, you know my size.”

“anything else?” you indulge him in his jokes.

and he hums, grinning as he’s so close to you now, “hm.”

he puts a hand on the base of your face, smile matching yours.

“what’re you gonna do while i’m away?” your eyes crinkle.

“oh y’know, the usual,” he shrugs, trying not to laugh, “ice skating, sledding, maybe even surf.”

“surfing and skating in the same weather?”

“you never know what could happen in two days.” he closes his eyes as he says, “plus climate change, the world is ending, i’m going to surf and skate while i can.”

and you laugh, shoulders rising, “that’s a lot of things to do.”

atsumu nods, his grin fairly increasing by just a bit as he brings his head closer to yours, his hold on your face falling to your neck to your chest and finally to your hip.

“i know something we can do right now.” he hums, and you laugh and that gets him to chuckle a tiny bit too.

“i have to prepare for the trip tomorrow.” you put your hand on his chest to push him away.

but, atsumu miya, quicker than you, pulls you in closer until the closeness is nothing but gone, his smile melting into yours as he takes you in for a kiss.

he lets the kiss sit for a second, he’s very gentle with you — like he’s taking his time to enjoy it — and he pulls away.

you smile, “i can figure out tomorrow later.”

and atsumu laughs, pulling you into short and quick kisses again before his hands pull you closer, “that is such a good idea.”

— SITTING THERE, IN BLACK AND GOLD.

Maybe he can ask you to tattoo your initials on him tonight. Wouldn’t be the first time he’s thought about it. “I can’t believe I signed up for this,” you say, eyes not leaving his hand. “I’m almost done, so behave.”

Law huffs, smart eyes dropping to your lips and resisting the urge to kiss them, and he waits.

> being law’s lover means you’re now his personal tattooist, apparently.

tags: gn reader. fluff. established relationship. kissing. +16 for suggestive thoughts bc law is whipped. warnings: cursing, post-time skip but no spoilers! word count: 660

a/n: i read the law novel and i have many feelings about him </3. also contains very inaccurate descriptions of tatting!! title from jasmine - dpr!

playlist: loveeeeee song – rihanna ft future, jasmine – dpr live

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