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in step; atsumu miya

in which atsumu miya falls for someone in inarizaki’s marching band ♡

status: on going !

content + tags: atsumu x gn!reader (they/them is used),friends to lovers, they fell first he fell harder, high school, reader is in inarizaki’s marching band, family issues

warnings + extras: reader is written as a wind player! (i apologize to my perfusion and flag people) i’ll try to avoid mentioning instrument specifics!!! </3, and the marching band content is purely based off my experience being in an american hs marching band !! everyone might be ooc erm, swearing, kys n kms jokes, stupid music theory jokes, my first smau plz bc nice </3 this is extremely self indulgent bc im in marching band <3 kagehina in this fic !!! not beta read i try my best with typos ‼️

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introductions: city council of nerdopolis + volleyball LOSERS

chapters:

movement 1: horns up! ♫

movement 2: set ♫

in step; atsumu miya

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city council of nerdopolis

y/n l/n, shinsuke kita, keiji akaashi, kei tsukishima, and tetsuro kuroo

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♫ kita & y/n are childhood friends

♫ kita & akaashi met at last years nationals

♫ the five of them became friends this year right after the summer training camp though they haven’t all met in person yet and have only video called each other

♫ y/n has had a small unserious crush on atsumu since their first year but never act on it because they’re not crazy about him

♫ i don’t really remember the whole timeline of nationals but this is like about 2 months beforehand because erm i said so !

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@soobin1437 @kenmacantakemeaway @diorzs @whimsybloom @does-directions

in step; atsumu miya

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volleyball LOSERS

atsumu miya, osamu miya, rintaro suna, tobio kageyama, kiyoomi sakusa, and kouari hoshiumi

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♫ atsumu makes all of his friends become friends because he wants his favorite people to get along together it makes him so happy 🙁

♫ this is right before the training camp arc in this timeline idek what im doing but it’s fine ig

♫ atsumu scares off his new friends before actually becoming friends with them.. why?? nobody knows

♫ hoshiumi goes to the beach frequently in my mind, he likes beach volleyball but most of the time he’s at the beach it’s for the ocean

♫ i think he’d like bodyboarding/boogie boarding but it’s just for fun

♫ they went to the beach once and sakusa complained about the sand sticking to him after he was forced by both atsumu and hoshiumi to at least get his feet in the water..

♫ kageyama and osamu build sand castles together

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@soobin1437 @kenmacantakemeaway @diorzs @whimsybloom @does-directions @jojo23allegra @dazqa @zazathezaer

in step ; atsumu miya

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horns up! ♫

you had just arrived at school it was 7:10, call time was 7:25 but if you actually arrive at 7:25 you’re already late, there was this unspoken rule to always be there before fall time but you already made habit to be at the school earlier than it anyway. you opened the door to the building that housed all the performing arts classes, it might as well just be your second home and with the amount of time you’ve spent with the members of the band, it felt like home, it felt like a family. more so than your actual family.

the early morning light poured through the windows as you walked the hall, taking in the sight of the barely risen sun against the soft pinks and oranges that came with the rising sun. you noticed how the soft and fluffy clouds adorn the morning sky. it was a sight you’ve seen many times before, it didn’t make it any less beautiful. or at least it didn’t to you. times like that made you wonder how it would feel to wake up next to your lover, to watch the sunrise together, to run your fingers through his blonde hair, soft because he had just washed it the night before. while watching the sunrise your lips would come together, smiling after they part. and after the kiss you’d find yourself staring into his eyes, the warm sunlight reflecting against them so beautifully. his eyes were a deep brown that would sparkle when he would play volleyball or when he-

there in that very hallway at 7:13 am you had realized that you did want something out of your crush with atsumu miya.

it started as a silly adoration that you never paid much attention to, perhaps you were scared of the day where you had to come face to face with your feelings about the boy. right now you’re standing in front of your locker, the case of your instrument ready to be picked up but, you stand

there, lost in thought. you loved him, such an odd and scary thing to admit, but in spite of that.. it feels natural to do so. even if you didn’t interact often. you knew you loved him and this isn’t some empty and baseless realization. you’ve observed him, you’ve spent so much time watching him at volleyball games that you know his behaviors, not on a personal level but to the point where you were able to fall in love with him.

and at first it was a chore, the marching band had been asked to go to all the volleyball tournament matches each day as a pep band. it cut time that could’ve been used to practice, but it quickly became less of a chore when you were able to watch atsumu play. you had heard about him, the best high school setter in japan, what a feat! but you had also known of his charm and fan girls you had experienced the latter firsthand.. you weren’t charmed by his appearance alone, it was mostly on how he treats others that made you weak in your knees. it wasn’t the condescending jabs or provoking comments that made you swoon... it was his ability to see the best in people and his determination to make them flourish that came with it. that was what made your crush on the setter bloom. when you look past his bitchy attitude, it was just plain and simple that he just wanted to bring the best out of his teammates and others. though the way he executes it might be selfish and just for his own personal gain, but you can tell he truly cares for the people he plays with whether he admits that or not is a different story. he has too much pride to admit that, but we all have our own faults. pride and perfectionism might just be his.

atsumu has this hunger when playing volleyball that would only be satisfied by being the best. and you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t find that itself attractive. but besides being an extremely talented volleyball player,he was also just a boy, you’ve seen him off the court more times than you’ve seen him on it. you found yourself endeared with his seemingly childish rivalry with his brother. it reminded you of how young you were, that we are not the same people we were the day before, people’s goals and dreams are ever changing.

maybe you should have realized your crush on atsumu had grown into something more once you found yourself observing him outside volleyball games. you never really interacted besides the good mornings you gave to each other as you passed each other both of you on your ways to your morning practices. you weren’t in the same class but he has recognized you as someone in his brothers class, he was friendly despite what others have told you about him. you’ve been told he acts like a jerk to others and you won’t lie he does, but so does nearly every boy your age. atsumu is just one of the many boys you could have fallen for. despite his attitude he’s funny, attentive, cunning, and dedicated. traits you found yourself looking for in a partner..

you have entertained the idea of a future lover before and you hate to admit it you have spent some time thinking about how much you would like to hold atsumu’s hand, to be the one he looks for after a match, you always pushed them down saying that those were silly and childish things to think about but, part of you wanted it and you should’ve realized that your idle crush on him would leave you daydreaming of waking up next to him watching the sunrise and sharing a kiss together. though you are nervous to how you will react to this realization when you have the time to think about it but, you’re glad that it’s atsumu miya who you’ve fallen for.

and you hope that your silly fantasy of waking up next atsumu miya would one day be true.

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♫ all region band is an audition only ensemble!! which is a big deal ! only second to all nation band which is also audition. but you can only audition for that if you made regionals.. both are hosted by jboda (japan band and orchestra directors association)

♫ in both audition processes it’s a faceless audition! the proctor doesn’t see you and you don’t see them !! you have to preform three études (from that years set which are provided by jboda) two major scales that differ between instrument and your chromatic scale!!!

♫ enough about auditions.. tsukishima had to put up with kageyama and y/n with their crushes. he’s sick of both of them (lovingly)

♫ kuroo has already moved practice that would’ve been next saturday so he and akaashi can go watch y/n.. he just wants to support his fellow nerd 💔

♫ y/n isn’t freaking out yet… they will start tweaking once marching season is over and they kinda don’t want to think about it. they know they love atsumu but what to do about it… that’s a future y/n problem!!

♫ call time is in the morning bc the band runs through their show at least three times before getting ready to ride the bus to the comp, ichibayashi is about two hours from inarizaki but they perform in the evening because they’re a big band have a high seed because they’re one of the best in their division !!!

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THEIR “FANGIRL” ACTUALLY LIKES YOU, NOT HIM!! (oikawa, atsumu, and suna)

warning: gn!reader, crack, some pouty boyos!. a random idea i thought of~

[ part 2 (sugawara and iwaizumi) ]

OIKAWA TOORU

“i swear if they don’t leave in 60 seconds, i’m going to serve a ball towards them.”

leaning against the bus with crossed arms, you watched the herd of squealing girls surrounding your boyfriend. iwaizumi is right by your side, glaring at the sight of his best friend being showered with affection and treats.

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normally when you tuck yourself into bed with your lover, you expect him to snuggle into you immediately as he’s done many times.

so why was he scooting away from you instead? and why is he looking at you like he wants to fight?

you blink once and twice before looking at him quizzically. your lover is a man that is undoubtedly and obviously whipped for you, so why now is he acting like it’s the opposite?

“what are you doing?” you finally ask after multiple beats of silence. you watch him turn his head to the side and scoff, his glare intensifying at your arms.

or rather, what was nestled in it.

he narrows his eyes, “there’s an impostor here.”

you quirk an eyebrow, confused, before following his gaze down to your lap.

“why do you have that thing?” he side eyes the big plushie you’re hugging close to your chest.

oh. so that’s what this was about?

you sigh a bit dramatically, amused. “this ‘thing’ is comfortable to sleep with,” you mock his tone, gesturing to the plushie. “plus, he’s literally custom made to look like you.”

he scoffs before crossing his arms. “it’s custom made to look like me? but all it looks like is a filthy homewrecker!”

you laugh, shoulders shaking while he gapes at you (even though you can see the upward quirks of his lips as his facade threatens to break).

“this is no laughing matter, my dear wife!”

he lifts up his hand to point accusingly at the plushie that looks like his clone. “and you! why are you trying to ruin our relationship, huh?” he pokes his face repeatedly, each time putting more and more force.

“you wont take my wife, you hear me?!”

you giggle, watching the amusing interaction play out. “i can’t believe you’re seriously upset over something like this.”

he stops after processing your words. his gaze darkens a little and he reaches both his arms out to shakily grasp your shoulders. “honey, this is a serious situation! this thing is trying to ruin our lives!” he frowns, shaking you slightly.

“you’re a clown.”

“wh- hey!”

“it’s just a plushie, it can’t do anything wrong.”

“oh, so i’m the bad guy now, is that it? sorry for protecting our marriage then!”

you purse your lips to prevent anymore laughter to spill out and provoke your husband to poke the innocent plushie more. “baby, let’s just go to sleep, alright?”

his eyes soften when you reach out to pull his arm closer to you but suddenly narrows at the plushie still on your lap, his favourite pillow.

“sure, on one condition,” he states before picking the plushie up and throwing it out of the bedroom, quickly locking the door.

(you never saw that plushie again and he claims he has nothing to do with it.)

— (bllk) nagi, reo (genshin) wriothesely, kaeya, childe, kaveh, itto, ayato (i can see it a lil) (star rail) sampo, jing yuan, caelus (haikyuu) suna, atsumu, kuroo, oikawa (jjk) gojo, geto (maybe), yuji, inumaki (if he could talk properly) (kny) douma, zenitsu (om) mammon, asmo

i’ve seen A LOT of drabbles like this but im not sure if anyone did this exact thing 😭 btw sch is starting real soon so ill be on n off on this app 🫢 this isnt edited yet 🥹

@xyaehir 2024. this is my content. do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

hi bae congrats on 600!! ok so uh. something i like about myself is i am really straight forward and try not to sugarcoat things, and for the chara of my choice, could i have atsumu?

A/N: I had so much fun writing this ngl (simps too hard for Atsumu) Also, Ro!! I hope you like this baby!!

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Honorable mentions: 1.2k, 1 curse word, fluff!

Synopsis: "Atsumu?" You call out, and he can't help but notice how soft your voice sounds.

"Do you have a problem with me?"

Atsumu Miya didn't like you. 

He didn't like you, you knew, and he didn't try to hide it, either.

There would be a frown on his lips whenever you were around him, a scoff audible when you spoke, whether you meant it for him or not, a snarky comment made its way from his lips too, though, rarely. 

You couldn't say you knew each other well. You had a few classes before, greeted each other maybe once every two months, might have spoken willingly one time, and that was it. So there wasn't much of a reason for Atsumu to be so utterly annoyed with you, but there he was, cursing to himself when he saw he was stuck in yet another break-out room with you. 

Because of how close your student numbers were on the class list, whenever the professor made break-out rooms, you were almost always there, waiting for him and sighing when you noticed him.

Atsumu couldn't pinpoint the reason as to why he didn't like you, even his brother, the antisocial, liked you. But there was something about you that made the blonde feel uneasy, stirring something in him that made him want to run away, and run away, he did.

He often opted to turn his mic off when he saw you staring back at him on his screen, even though he hated to admit, very prettily, too, glancing at you once or twice in the whole period of ten minutes.

You usually mimicked his actions, choosing not to say anything to the blonde, but something was different that day.

You pressed your lips together, and he could tell you were a little bored and a little nervous. For the first time, you hadn't turned your mic off, scrolling down your phone, but instead, you held your gaze on the screen, eyes wandering over the faux blonde a second or two before you spoke.

"Atsumu?" Your voice was soft, but it startled him. "Can I ask a question?" You took the grunt that was barely audible as an answer.

You waited for a few seconds before you decided to speak again, hands drumming on the table nervously. You had this question running on your mind for a while now, and you decided you had put it off long enough.

"Do you have a problem with me?"

The way you spoke was nonchalant, and it was as if you're asking about the weather. There was even a ghost of a kind smile that was resting on your lips. Atsumu wondered if he had heard you right, and your smile only grew when his warm-brown eyes narrowed.

"What?"

"Do you have," you repeated, "a problem with me?"

You still had that damn smile as you talked, and Atsumu found his eyes falling on it each time you spoke a word. "I don't think you like me, and I was wondering why."

Maybe it was the way you asked, as if you didn't care if he liked you or not, but you just wanted to know why, like a simple curiosity as a kid wonders why the sky is blue, and it irked something in him.

"You're right." Atsumu shrugged, eyes narrowing slightly to see your reaction to his words. "I don't like you."

He had meant to be mean, to wipe that kind smile off your face and maybe even see you hurt, and he clenched his teeth when you chuckled, instead.

"Figured as much. I want to know why, though. Did I do something to bother you, or is it simply our characters not getting along?"

"You're annoying." He scoffed, and you rolled your eyes.

"Oh, so you're just prejudiced." You pursed your lips and explained when he cocked a mocking brow at you. "You don't know me well enough to call me annoying."

Well, he didn't know you were the type to call him out on his shit like this or how pretty you looked when you were angry. And he certainly didn't know how much he liked it.

You feel your heart skip a beat when Ataumu sent you an amused grin. It was unfair how good-looking he was.

"Of course, I do." You heard his voice, and it made you huff out a laugh. "Do you, really? When was the last time you even spoke to me?"

Atsumu hated the way you cock your brows at him almost mockingly, and he could feel the way you're sharpening your claws on the other side of the screen. He had to admit he found it kind of... hot.

"Last week on the break-out room." He shot back with an annoying, know-it-all raise of a brow, but you dispersed it without missing a beat. "Nope, the moment you saw me, you turned your mic off and looked at your phone the whole time."

"The week before that, then." He rolled his eyes, "No, you did the exact same thing then, too."

"Then the week-" Atsumu starts to speak, but his voice falters. When did you talk last time? Did he even speak once in any of the weekly break-out rooms? 

"That's that, then." You checked the time and smiled once again, a smile of victory you didn't care to hide. Both of you knew you won this round. Oh, the time's almost up, anyway. See you later!" You waved, leaving the break-out room with one of your bright smiles that he was used to seeing like you hadn't just had a conversation about how much he didn't like you. 

Atsumu only then feels the first spark of interest in him.

~

Now that Atsumu wants to be in the same break-out room with you, he never falls in one. 

It's like some goddamn voodoo magic. He couldn't help but smile whenever he heard the sentence, "now I'll be dividing you into break-out rooms." And God knew he heard it often, but whenever he clicked the button, go to room 4, it was always someone else waiting for him there, and never you. 

It caught him off-guard when you did appear on his screen, again with a kind smile. "Hi, Atsumu!" You waved, and Atsumu found his heart missing a beat. 

"Hi," He muttered your name, quickly trying to clear his desk from all the empty cups and plates. "It's been a while."

"You're right." You laughed it off, trying to discard how good he looked still as you quirked a quizzical brow at him. "You look like you missed me."

You had expected Atsumu to stay silent at your remark, waiting for him to turn his mic off as he always did, but it was a (pleasant) surprise to see he didn't. 

"Is something wrong?" You pursed your lips, and he noticed how your brows furrowed in concern. 

"Why would there be?"

You shrugged. "I thought you found me annoying. I didn't think you would want to chat."

"You were the one who told me I didn't know you well enough to say you were annoying, weren't you?" Atsumu quickly retorted, taking note of the slight wavering of your lips into a smile. 

"Touche. So, what is it, or are you trying to prove me wrong and actually trying to get to know me?" 

Atsumu shrugged, only to find you chuckling at him. "Caught red-handed, I guess." He mutters, joining your laughter. The next few minutes, Atsumu found himself having more fun than he probably ever had in a break-out room. 

Oh, fuck, he thinks to himself, right before he clicks the turn back to the main room button. He can't wait for the next time he falls in a break-out room.

with you, of course.

THEIR “FANGIRL” ACTUALLY LIKES YOU, NOT HIM!! (oikawa, atsumu, and suna)

warning: gn!reader, crack, some pouty boyos!. a random idea i thought of~

OIKAWA TOORU

“i swear if they don’t leave in 60 seconds, i’m going to serve a ball towards them.”

leaning against the bus with crossed arms, you watched the herd of squealing girls surrounding your boyfriend. iwaizumi is right by your side, glaring at the sight of his best friend being showered with affection and treats.

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Papa Atsumu x T/N

Menciona: amor, embarazo, tio osamu, fiesta de cumpleaños

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“ No estás sola. Estoy aquí.” Atsumu  dijo frotándote la espalda. Tu ex te dejó hace 1 mes cuando tenías 4 meses de embarazo. Te dejó a ti y al bebé. Atsumu, tu vecino/mejor amigo ha estado cuidándote. “tengo miedo Atsumu… ¿cómo le voy hacer?” empezaste a llorar. Atsumu siempre ha estado enamorado de ti desde la infancia. Lo conociste cuando ambos tenían 4 años. Te mudaste al vecindario para comenzar un nuevo comienzo con tus padres y hermanos. La forma en que lo conociste fue divertida. Su perro cavó un pozo en la cerca y corrió detrás de ti, solo queriendo el conejito de peluche que sosteníans. Atsumu gritó "¡Detente, perrito!"

Finalmente, el perro los persiguió a ambos y ustedes se cayeron. El perro les dio besos a ambos. Después de ese día tú y los gemelos eran inseparables. 

Cuando nació el bebé, tú y Atsumu estaban saliendo y enamorados, por lo que ambos eligieron llamarla Ayleen Miya. Pasó un año y te casaste con Atsumu. Todos estaban muy felices de que te hayas casado con él y hayas conseguido la vida feliz que siempre has querido y merecidas. 

“Feliz cumpleaños pequeña. Mami y yo te queremos mucho. Vamos a cambiarte para que podamos combinar con mami.” Astumu dijo felizmente. Ayleen dejó escapar un lindo arrullo y pateó al mismo tiempo. Atsumu sacó su teléfono y la grabó. Estaba feliz y llena de energía. Entraste a la habitación y te acercaste. "Atsumu, tenemos que cambiarla. Todos están abajo esperándola". Él le puso su traje lavanda con brillo brillante. Después de que estuvo lista, la llevaste abajo. Atsumu siguió sosteniendo tu cintura. Su tío Osamu la mimó muchísimo y por eso tiene un montón de ropa y juguetes. Él le compró una bonita y elegante casa de muñecas que no podrá usar hasta que probablemente tenga 4 o 5 años.

La noche llegó a su fin y ya estabais todos duchados, cambiados y listos para ir a dormir. La estabas dando ayleen su leche y de pie. Atsumu estaba detrás de ti y te dio un beso en el hombro. "Soy el hombre más afortunado del mundo. Tuve la oportunidad de ser amado por la mujer que amo. Tuve la suerte de estar casado contigo y tener una pequeña hija maravillosa y saludable". Dijo Atsumu. "Tengo suerte de que tu perro me persiguiera y solo quisiera a mi conejito de peluche. No te habría conocido. Bueno, te conocería, pero en realidad no crearía una amistad ni un amor fuerte". Dijiste. "Estoy enamorado de ti t/n. Eres todo lo que he querido y lo tengo ahora". "Estoy enamorado de ti Miya Atsumu. Si quieres podemos tener otro bebé... ¿tal vez 3 más?" dijiste finalmente poniendo a Ayleen a dormir. Atsumu te ayudó a acostar a Ayleen en su cuna. "Sí, eso es perfecto. Quién sabe, tal vez al final terminemos con 5". Dijo Atsumu. Te reíste, apagaste las luces y encendiste la cámara y el audio del bebé. "Vamos a dormir, podemos hablar de tener un bebé en la mañana". dijiste caminando hacia tu habitación con atsumu lista para dormir después de un largo día.