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…is currently thinking of: miya atsumu, 23, setter for the MSBY black jackals
baby, can’t you see? ; miya atsumu x f!reader
˚₊ ⸝⸝ ⟶ tags: bestfriend!atsumu, sfw, one-sided pining, fluff, unrequited love, hurt, slight(?) angst, slow burn(?), not happy ending (room for part two), lots of unsaid feelings, regret, reader is an airhead, pre-time skip to post-time skip, contains manga spoilers.
˚₊ ⸝⸝ ⟶ word count: 1.5k+
˚₊ ⸝⸝ ⟶ notes: been listening to taylor swift’s folklore and evermore a lot lately that i got so motivated and inspired to write again after three(?) years so this fic is dedicated to her
you’ve always seen him as your best friend. you and atsumu go way back to when you were in high school. the two of you were classmates, being coincidentally placed in the same section in your last year at inarizaki. you were sat next to him as you both have surnames starting with the same letter (because, of course, your professor wanted you to be alphabetically arranged), and eventually becoming best friends with him and his circle of friends (mainly his twin brother and suna, and the inarizaki men’s volleyball team).
he always wants you to come along when the group goes out together (with you being a massive lazy person preferring to go home). he’d be dramatic about it. he’ll make that stupid face with a pout, fake-cry, and would plead—beg even, and told you, “how ‘bout this, i’ll go with ya to your house and leave that damned bike of yours, then come ride with me. i have plenty of space here in front for ya, hmm?”, then you think about it.
you didn’t seem to notice how atsumu held his breath in that moment as his nails dug through his palms, raking his brain for lost prayers and thought, ‘please, please, please, say yes.’ atsumu looks at you in suspense waiting for your answer, ‘just this one time,’ he follows. though that’s not true. he’d beg for you to come every single time if he’ll have to.
bestfriend!atsumu who gives you his hoodie whenever you’re cold. you’re sitting down next to him at lunch, wrapping your arms around yourself, gritting your teeth to keep some sort of body warmth. atsumu’s busy chatting with aran, but then you poke him n you ask him with a whisper- ‘hey do you have your hoodie with you by any chance? im kinda freezing my ass off here.’
bestfriend!atsumu who initially doesn’t think anything of it; his friend is cold n he’s pretty sure he shoved his hoodie in his locker from morning training so its not a problem. so he nods, n goes to get it for you, laughing at the way you snatch it out of his hands. but the laughter dies in his throat as he watches you pull it over yourself, a warmth growing in his chest as you cuddle up in the thick hoodie, fisting your hands in the slightly too long sleeves with a sigh.
bestfriend!atsumu who’s trying to remember how to breath after you thank him, commenting how it’s really comfy and smells like him. he’s still in a daze, sitting in the classroom staring at nothing, just realising how good you look in his clothes, wanting to see you in them all the time.
bestfriend!atsumu who now keeps an extra hoodie in his locker all the time, hoping that you ask him to borrow it again- praying that you’ll wear it everywhere you go because then people know that you are his. maybe not officially, but there’s always a first step.
people from my high school are getting married and i run a fucking haikyuu blog
Anonymous:hey i saw your post on being stressed out over med school and family expectations and i just wanted to say i feel you.. it's been hard hasn't it
i haven’t opened tumblr in ages and i saw this just now and my feelings for med school still hasn’t changed. it’s still stressful and time-consuming and really really hard. but right now i’ve made it to third year, and i’m so proud of myself. taking a breather has never failed to help me. you can do it!
i wrote a fic inspired from something that happened to me irl in which a girl classmate touched my face because i asked her how they did their return demo (a type of practical exam in healthcare majors) and she performed it on me and her hands were so soft and they smelled so good and i SWEAR i was entranced i got lost in the moment and i never forgot that and she was so pretty :
when you are the first-born in an asian family and they’re pressuring u to go to med school—no nursing school is killing me at this point i don’t even know if i’ll make it out alive.
