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- Haikyuu!! (16)
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He loved Osamu. He wanted to tease him, bicker with him, laugh with him, and share the special moments in life with him for the rest of his life. This feeling also wasn’t new, Akaashi has been well aware that he was willing to spend the rest of his life with Osamu for at least the past year.
It was the fact that instead of the feeling fading, that it grew stronger with every passing moment, that set his decision in stone. He was going to marry this man. Akaashi was going to love him, and have a family, and grow old and grey with Osamu.
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Atsumu watched the sweat drip from Sakusa’s temple down to his ear and wished they were soulmates. He watched the way Sakusa’s lips parted as he sucked in more air and wished he could taste them. Sakusa noticed his staring and turned to stare back. For a moment the world was on pause as he gazed deep into onyx eyes, shimmering in the bright lights of the gym.
In which Atsumu and Sakusa are in love, but also the dumbest people to grace this planet.
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Face pushing into silk sheets, Osamu considered how he got into this position, a wet patch of drool smearing against his cheek. Behind him, pounding him into the mattress, Meian had a vice grip on his hips. The bruises his fingertips left only added to the smattering of reds and purples decorating tan skin.
Osamu likes it with a little bit of curve.
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serendipity (noun)
ser·en·dip·i·ty | \ ˌser-ən-ˈdi-pə-tē \
: the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought forThe lonely boy, the white fox, and the identical pair. Aran was prepared to stay in solitude until the unexpected crossed his path.
A story themed on feeling like the world is against you, acceptance, and the uncovered joys of childhood. -
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The voice had been a mere whisper, but it boomed around him, coming from every direction at once. Atsumu nervously clawed at his neck and found that they were also covered in a dusting of dirt and pebbles. They felt weird, tingly but numb, like they weren’t an actual part of his body. He stared down at them, wondering if his own hands even belonged to him in the first place.
“Atsumu!” the voice hissed, tone sharper than before. The voice— where had he heard it before? Familiar in the sense that he knew it better than the tenor of his own voice, but distant like he hadn’t heard it in years. Forgotten.
At the age of 8 years old, Miya Osamu disappeared. Only one person knows what truly happened.
Miya Atsumu.