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“Funky playlist

With Suna”

(Platonic to romantic!)

There you were, in your usual spot of his passenger seat. As you sat down to put on your seatbelt, you heard him snort.

“Might as well get ‘passenger royalty’ as a tattoo with how often you take up that spot.”

It’s not like you couldn’t drive. You very much could, although your confidence in comparison to the volleyball player was no match, which meant in his eyes, you weren’t ready to “handle him.” Whatever the hell that meant.

“Okay, smart guy, does that mean you want to be the passenger princess?”

His grin only widened at your reply. He loved this. He loved you. You weren’t afraid to be a smartass or joke with him.

Something in him, though, made him choose to hold his tongue in reply. Not because he was afraid of anything, but simply because this was a night drive to calm you two. Wouldn’t be too calming if it was full of bickering.

“Alright, alright, weirdo. Put on some music or something.” Looking at you in the corner of his eye, he could see how excited you were as he pulled out of the driveway to your place.

“If you don’t like this playlist, I may actually jump out the window at 50 miles per hour. Or throw you out.”

Beside you, your bestfriend just whistled

“I’d like to see you try to throw me, and on the flip side, I can just throw you in the back with child-locks.”

Even when you doubted if he could really lift you or hold you, he always proved able. The asshole would go as far as to say you were crushing his spine before carrying you with absolute ease.

“Whatever,” you sighed. You just hooked your phone up to the car and prepared the playlist. It was originally your plan to confess through this playlist. But with how teasing he was being, maybe you’d hold off. “What do you think?”

“Geez, it’s only the first song and you’re already asking? It’s like you’ve been waiting for this,” he responded.

You don’t let your act break, yet.

“Perhaps I have, but you’re a lot of effort,” earning a dramatic sigh from him.

He sped up a tiny bit, before going back to the normal speed limit, just to watch you squirm a little in your seat. The asshole.

After couple songs, you guys arrived at your destination. It was a small park with a swing set. Although you weren’t sure how high you could really go, Suna was always trying to see who could get to the top.

You both undid your seatbelts, but he didn’t move from the car. He was waiting for something. You just couldn’t tell what it was.

“Rin, what are you doing?”

“Waiting to see if I’m right.”

“Huh?”

He took a second to reply.

“I like you, and judging by these songs, you like me too. Or I’m being a complete idiot.”

“Maybe you’re correct in both.”

“I can live with that, if it’s with you.”

ㅤpictures of us ᵕ̈        timeskip!boyfie!suna rintarō x gn reader ˎˊ˗

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ how many times have i teared up in my car to this song ? that ' s up to YOU 🫵 to decide ! ”

suna rintarō begs you to see an exclusive screening of an upcoming independent film at a small local movie house.

as pretentious as the idea first sounded, you of course oblige because how can you resist your one and only boyfriend? especially when he’s clinging to you and hanging off you as he so sweetly asks, sneaking kisses along the expanse of your neck and shoulder in between points of how, “it’s really about the experience. it’s what the director would have wanted.”

he really wanted to go.

so you go with him when the day comes, but for some reason suna takes longer than usual to get ready so you end up arriving at the movie house when the last of the previews are wrapping up. usually you and him go early to see those, where he says things like, “that looks like ass,” or, “we’re going to see that one, for sure,” and it never fails to make you snicker in your seat beside him.

you’re just a smidge late for all that this time.

“but that’s ok,” you reassure him, “the previews always drag on anyway. plus, you look really nice from getting ready for so long.”

you giggle and give him a quick kiss on his cheek and when you pull back, he looks at you with just the most lovestruck look ever.

“you’re the best, y’know that?” he says, in a tone strangely more lovey-dovey (especially given the fact you’re in public) than usual. it wasn't like you don't compliment him on a regular basis, either.

okayyy…?

“i know,” you quickly joke with a light laugh, trying to dodge the odd feeling that him looking at you like that gives you.

after suna pays for your tickets, he takes you by the hand to pick out some snacks. and in another odd turn of events, he lets you get all the snacks and popcorn you want.

“you’re seriously going to pay for all this?” you raise an eyebrow at him–already attempting to put some back because you were just teasing when you grabbed so many, like you usually do when the two of you see movies together.

the worker behind the counter politely butts in, “a-actually, today there's a special deal where snacks are free!"

"seriously?" you gawk in response. suna nods at the worker with a smile before he gathers all your said snacks and treats and gestures at you to start following him.

weird...

but free snacks? you weren't going to complain.

you two quietly slip into the dark theater and suna must have perfectly remembered the seat numbers on your tickets because he walks right up to a row in the dead center of the room. as he sets your belongings down, you quickly double-check the seats he so-confidently led you to, but he was right about them. you don't recall him glancing at your tickets for more than a second since you bought them, though.

what a good memory he has?

you settle into your seat next to him and start picking at your big tub of popcorn. it looks like you arrived just in time as the last preview is starting up.

the preview colorfully flashes up to a start in a way that imitates old film, as a soft tune starts to ring through the speakers. it's a bunch of artsy close-ups of clothes and belongings shrewd about a hardwood floor, beams of sunlight hitting them gorgeously.

... hey, you own a sweatshirt that looks like that.

and then you see it: it's you up there on the big screen.

captions start to appear as a reel of videos containing you start to play.

[ i thought for the longest time i was perfectly fine on my own ]

a clip of you as you and suna walk to class in inarizaki’s halls, in your old uniform and glancing back at him now and then. your smile is wide and if it weren’t for the music playing over the video, you could almost hear your own laugh at probably some dumb joke suna just told you behind the camera.

[ but for the longest time, i didn't have a fucking clue what "perfect" really meant. ]

your head tucked in your arms with your hood up, sleeping mid-study-session on a college library’s table scattered with open notes and dog-eared textbook pages. your eyes peek out from the material of your hoodie, the glint of a smile reaching what can be seen before you bashfully bury your head further back into your original position.

[ i was an idiot for thinking i did know what "perfect" was. ]

your hands clutching at his pro jersey you’re wearing as you stand in front of the stadium building, thousands of unheard fans on the inside waiting to see him play. undoubtedly when after that clip was recorded, you two went in, and it was still only you he really looked for wearing his jersey in the crowd whenever his team scored a point.

[ because then i met you. ]

all the times when you’ve turned to see his fond eyes peeking above the back of his phone—as he photographs you like a rare and beautiful sight that’s fleeting, one he absolutely needed to snapshot at those exact moments in order to keep for himself forever—got laid out before you.

now you’re seeing them from his point of view, and it captivates you like nothing else.

[ you are perfect. ]

the b-roll of moments you and suna have shared over the years fades out, and the preview's title card shows up in a pretty and elegant font: "will you marry me? (directed by: suna rintarō)"

you don't even realize your jaw is hanging wide open in shock when you turn to face present-day suna next to you, and there he was again, his phone in front of his face. but you catch in the glare of the silver screen you're sat in front of, the eyes that peek over the camera are crinkled up as they look at you with unbridled joy and radiates a love in its purest form.

"rin..." you can barely speak, both because you're touched but also because you're bewildered out of your mind.

with a chuckle he finally lets up on his recording, sticking his phone into his pocket. he stands up and moves in front of you, getting down on one knee. your heart skips a beat.

the lights suddenly turn on in the theater, and your first instinct once your eyes get readjusted to the brightness is to look around–because a room full of theater goers were are being subjected to whatever it is suna has orchestrated here.

but as you look around, the whole ordeal feels even more surreal, because it's all your loved ones filling up the rows of seats. they look back at where you're sitting, smiling and with some of them also recording on their phones now, too.

"so..." suna starts, redirecting your attention back to him. he pulls out a tiny box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a ring that shines divinely in the dim lighting of the room, "will you?"

his delight is evident as he fights back a grin and his face and ears are dusted an adorable shade of pink. you're arguably more delighted than him–over the moon, even–as you utter out your answer...

"yes, i'll marry you."

💬 kuroppiii ─ “ y ' all ever seen that viral video of the guy that reanimated sleeping beauty to propose to his girlfriend ? yeah ”

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Hi and welcome on tumblr. 🌞 Hope you'll like it here.

May I request an Osamu Miya fluff with a female or gender neutral reader who is an overthinker and is convinced that the signs Osamu sends her are just because he's nice, but in the end she has to realise that he is indeed in love with her/them?

Have a nice day🌞

thank you so much for your request !!! I tried my best, hope you'll enjoy it ;) have a nice day <3

A TRICK OF YOUR MIND (osamu miya x overthinker reader)

characters : Osamu Miya x overthinker reader and a little bit of Atsumu too

genre : fluff

warnings : mention of insomnia

you were friend with Osamu for a very long time, but as time goes by you start to overthink his nice and kind gestures towards you and might wonder if there isn't a little bit more than friendship between you two

You were caught up in your mind again. You weren’t paying any attention to the book you were reading, too busy thinking of the gray haired boy and your mixed feelings towards him.

You must have been imagining things. Well you do that so well anyway.

But you couldn’t help yourself and hoped there may be more than just platonic feelings behind the kind actions and gestures of Osamu Miya. Every time you come to their volleyball practice, he’ll always shoot a nice glance and a smile toward you, like he was happy you were here. But that’s impossible right ? He’s just nice with everyone, you saw it during class and practice.

And then, you can’t help but hope there may be more behind his selfless and caring behavior. You were craving his attention, and his nice and understanding gray eyes didn’t help making you feel less eager for his presence. How you hoped you could one day maybe feel comforted and happy in the tenderness of his arms. You’ll be able to hold his hand on your way back home after a long day at school. Maybe even have a date, cheer for him during a match, kiss him stupid to chase away his guilt when he blames himself for their loss…  But that’s impossible, and you know that, you’re just a nice friend who is too lost in her mind. Nothing very attractive in that. Right ?

However, you’ve decided to do nothing about it, knowing perfectly well that nothing will ever happen. Because that’s how things are right ? And what if he really doesn’t like me in that way ? I’ll be so embarrassed, I’ll never be able to face him again. 

So you slowly grew apart from him. You didn’t share meals with him, Rintaro and his twin anymore. You no longer came to watch Osamu at practice and walked home with him and Atsumu. And on top of that, you stopped looking at him for too long, afraid that the volleyball player will notice how you felt towards him just by looking in your eyes.

This strange behavior of yours didn’t come unnoticed by Osamu. And, to say the least, it irritates him so much. What did he do wrong ? Why don’t you eat with him anymore ? Usually you would immediately join them and sit right next to him to share your meal. What happened to that ? Right as the bell rings, signaling lunch break, you escape straight away claiming that you have stuff to do. It goes the same for practice. You aren’t here anymore to cheer for him and make him feel proud. Those moments were the happiest time of his day. Always thanking you in a quiet way, his way, with a kind and warm smile and locking eyes with you. Hoping that you’ll get the hint of his feelings for you. But now, you are so far away from the gray-eyed boy, making him feel like you’re slipping away from him.  

       After practically two weeks, the situation remains the same. You are sad and no longer cheerful, staying as far away from Osamu, even though it hurts you so much. And Osamu is more frustrated than ever, without being able to talk to you, he isn’t able to focus properly during school and practice, receiving remarks from his teachers and teammates. And especially from Atsumu. Oh, his damn twin, who could read him like an open book. And this is exactly because of this sly Atsumu, that Osamu comes to the conclusion of why he feels so out of it. 

After what felt like a never-ending practice, Atsumu decides that it's time for his twin to snap out of it and do something about his behavior, so uncharacteristic of the Osamu Miya that he knows. 

    “Hey, ‘Samu, don’t you think it’s time for you to do something about this Y/N situation ?”   

The gray-haired twin, lost in his thoughts, jumps in the middle of the street, only illuminated by the street lamps 

“Ha ?! What do you mean by the Y/N situation ‘Tsumu ? Why would you talk about her anyway ?” Osamu responds, now ready to slap his brother by approaching this sensitive subject. 

“Easy there, I’m not trying to pick up a fight, I just want the real Osamu back, and not this pale version of yourself too caught up in your mind to even realize that people are actually concerned for you.”  Atsumu answers gently. 

Osamu, trying to collect himself, comes to realize that he hasn't really been himself during the past few weeks and he’s willing to sort out this situation with you. He saw it in your eyes, the lack of energy and joy, because he can’t help but look for you when he enters a room knowing that you’re there. 

“Maybe, you’re right, I should definitely talk to her and sort things out. I’ll try tomorrow, and I hope I’ll find out what’s wrong with her.”  Osamu exchanges a knowing look with his brother then looking before him, preparing himself mentally for his so needed conversation with you. 

                                                           *

You’re exhausted. You haven’t been able to sleep for days because of your mind that keeps you up at night. He didn’t even notice that I don’t talk to him anymore. I was right, I’m just a classmate and nothing more. Oh my god I can’t even imagine if I ever confessed to him ! It would have been mortifying. And your mind goes on and on all night like that. Keeping you up, drawing you towards the man that you try to escape so desperately from. Osamu Miya. 

After class, you find comfort in the promise of a much deserved rest at home, in your room. But your plans are blown away by the sight, rather the man in front of you, Osamu, who looks like he was waiting for you. Wait, is he waiting for me ?? That is not possible, there must be some kind of mistake right ? Yes, he must be waiting for Atsumu to go with him to practice.  You keep walking past him, trying to look unbothered, but no, he has other plans for you and your poor heart. 

He grabs your wrist. Are we in a romantic show or something ? Help, I can’t take it anymore, that is it, I’m going to confess. Fuck the consequences. But before you can speak and seal your fate, the gray-eyed volleyball man speaks, and oh, that is not what you expected at all. 

“Y/N, look I don’t know what I’ve done to you, but I need to understand why you are avoiding me so much.” His voice is unsteady and his eyes won’t meet yours. Wait, is he nervous ?

“Osamu… I…” unsure of what to say you try to step back. Damn, I must look so stupid

“I just want you to know that, I didn’t know what to do with this situation, and how to react, but what I am sure of is that I miss you Y/N… I miss having lunch with you, having you cheer for me at practice, walking back home with me when the sun just set. I miss those moment with you, and I miss the glee in your eyes whenever I look at you, you just look so upset Y/N. And I want you to tell me if I did something to anger you, please.” Osamu almost sounds like he’s pleading, and now he looks at you straight in the eyes.  

You are so taken aback by this conversation and by the way Osamu is so casually speaking up his feelings to you, that you forget how to breathe for a moment. What should I do…  I must tell him. It isn’t fair if I don’t explain it to him. 

“ Look Osamu…” You begin, and the attention of the boy on you feels immediately more intense. You gather your courage and speak your feelings up  “The only reason why I’ve been distancing myself from you so much is because I was scared of my own feelings. Every time I look into your soft eyes, it’s like they’re promising me something that I won’t have. I feel so attached to you that it almost hurts, and I know that it is a one sided feeling, and I don’t blame you for that, I was just trying to move on and protect myself. Despite all of my efforts, I feel inevitably attracted to you and your always so nice and gentle behavior towards me. I know I must have been imagining things, but I think that you deserve to know how I feel.” That is it. I said it and he will never talk to me ever again. But I said it and I will be able to move on. Why do I feel like I need to cry though ? 

Saying that Osamu Miya is surprised is an understatement. He is flabbergasted. You, the always sweet and cheering girl he has been admiring from afar, likes him back ? Is he dreaming ? If this is the case, he never wants to wake up. 

You’re looking at him with averted eyes and , wait, is that a blush on your face ? And he feels like screaming out of happiness, or maybe melting right on the spot, he doesn’t know yet. 

“Y/N, what in my behavior towards you made you think that you were imagining things ?” 

You’re frozen, you don’t know what to do, maybe running away would be a viable option, but no, Osamu is a volleyball player and runs way faster than you. So you indulge yourself and respond  “I… hum…” 

Osamu quirks a brow, I repeat, Osamu whose face is always so collected, quirks a brow and smiles at you for the love of god. “Well ? You’ve got nothing to say ? Here I’ll help you”  He takes both of your hands and places them on his chest, only for you to feel the quick pace of his heartbeat. “See, I’m nervous too.” He says while chuckling. 

Fuck it. I have nothing to lose anymore. And then, you approach Osamu and place a chaste kiss on his cheek, only for him to pull you closer and cup your cheeks between his large hands. After what felt like an eternity of looking each other in the eyes, he kisses you tenderly, drawing you impossibly closer to him. He kisses you on the lips, on the cheeks, on the eyelids and he goes on and on, and you feel like crying out of happiness. 

Between his kisses, you manage to say “I love you, I really love you Osamu…”

And then he stops, “Y/N, I love you, I adore you, I’m sorry if I haven’t shown it well but I’ll try my best” he says while cupping your face lovingly. 

You feel at peace, it wasn’t all in your head this time. Osamu places one more kiss on your lips and smiles at you “See, it wasn’t a silly trick of your mind after all”.

Suna Rintarō Bf Headcanons

For his birthday 🫶🏼

Warnings: None :D

- You are his wallpaper

- So many albums of pictures of you (You ony know about some of them)

- Will absolutely let you paint his nails

- Cuddles❕

- Will usually be a big spoon but he’ll be a little spoon when he’s really tired

- Calls you doll, doll face, sometimes pretty girl, or a nickname of yours. (Idk why it’s just the vibes he gives me)

- Doesn’t show it, but he loves when you’re at his practices and matches.

- Gets especially jealous of Atsumu being near you

- Definitely the type to tease you a bit if you’re shorter than him (his canon height is 6’1.1” or 185.7 cm)

- If you’re taller than him he’ll love you all the same

- Likes if you play with his hair during naps

- Overal he loves you and you should love him too 🩷

Suna Rintarō

♡ - fluff, ✩-angst

Bf Headcanons ♡