blame the bottsumu supremacy groupchat for this
miyatwins gossip | atsumu is a LOUD talker on public transport
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every once in a while, atsumu will take the metro train to work instead of hitching a ride with kiyoomi.
this gives him a good reason to catch up with his brother,
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#sakuatsu
|| angst, break up, kiyoomi sakusa is bad at emotions, atsumu miya has too many emotions
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atsumu and kiyoomi argued. a lot. they'd begun dating a year after kiyoomi joined msby, yet they really never seemed to get along.
"ya gave me a heart attack, asshole."
atsumu smiled as he walked into the locker room.
"yeah, well, ya love me."
"no i don't."
atsumu rolled his eyes, "bye, samu."
"later."
now all atsumu had to do was face his boyfriend.
after practice though.
but unfortunately for the rest of the train goers, atsumu is a loud gossiper.
normally, atsumu would gush about how well his relationship is going, or he'd complain about the training foster has the team doing.
today, however, atsumu really needed some advice.
@TSUMUFlLES
imagine the interviews 💀
reporter: so how do u feel ab the rumors of ur relationship?
omi: rumors?
atsu: wait, it's a RUMOR??? OMI I THOUGHT YA LOVED ME!!!
"he did WHAT?!"
osamu's reaction caused atsumu to laugh loudly as the train pulled off.
"calm down, i was just givin' the eavesdroppers somethin' to talk about. he ain't actually cheat, samu."
he chuckled again as his twin cursed at him.
he and kiyoomi had an argument and kiyoomi was never one to communicate when he was upset.
atsumu didn't want to rush him, of course, but he also didn't want to fight with his boyfriend for forever.
"tsumu, yer bein' a pussy. just talk to the guy."
the train approached his stop, and atsumu stood up and walked towards the door as the train came to a stop.
"but samu, he cheated on me!"
atsumu stormed out of the train as he screeched, turning around to see the curious eyes still on him.
the blonde groaned.
"it's not that easy samu! he's the one who doesn't wanna talk!"
his brown irises scanned over the crowd of faces starting at him. he rolled his eyes, continuing to voice his troubles to his brother.
"help me out, ya scrub! i dunno what to say to him!"
osamu began to talk, but atsumu couldn't focus on what he was saying.
the curious eyes, the irritated faces. they were practically smothering atsumu. he felt an urge to scowl at them and tell them to mind their own business before an idea popped into his head.
A very popular, but favorite Bakugou headcanon of mine.
He has explosion-shaped scars on his palms, and no one really notices because people only pay attention to his lack of scarring.
Now time for the rare Kacchako half of this headcanon.
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Kirishima: Uh, what are you doing?
Bakugou: *Putting on eyeliner* Mind your fucking business.
~Three days ago~
*1-A girls gawking at a photo*
Bakugou: What the fuck are you all swooning at?
Mina: Hawks. He's hot.
Uraraka: Eyeliner makes guys 10x more attractive.
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#sakuatsu
|| break up pt.2, not really angst but omi is going through it rn guys
it had been two weeks since kiyoomi moved out. 14 days since the break up. 336 hours since kiyoomi cried for the first time in decades, and now it was hard for him to stop.
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#sakuatsu
|| angst, break up, kiyoomi sakusa is bad at emotions, atsumu miya has too many emotions
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atsumu and kiyoomi argued. a lot. they'd begun dating a year after kiyoomi joined msby, yet they really never seemed to get along.
he couldn't stop the crying, furiously wiping his cheeks dry of the wet. he sniffed once, looking his now ex in the eyes, tears still spilling as he spoke.
“is this enough feeling for you?”
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#sakuatsu
|| break up pt.3 (final part), omg omi DOES have feelings?
his eyes narrowed when the blonde didn’t give him a response, causing the spiker to roll his eyes and turn back around, waiting patiently for his train to arrive
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#sakuatsu
|| break up pt.2, not really angst but omi is going through it rn guys
it had been two weeks since kiyoomi moved out. 14 days since the break up. 336 hours since kiyoomi cried for the first time in decades, and now it was hard for him to stop.
-She runs the pads on her fingertips over the scarring, mesmerized by the uniquely shaped wound. Ochako brings his hand super close to her face to study the scars more closely, and she smiles in awe.
Meanwhile, Katsuki is just allowing this to happen, covering his blushing face.
cw// slight nsfw
pro hero dynariot who are in an openly gay relationship but they're both bisexual and both VERY openly crushing on uravity and flirting with her through interviews but she's crushing on them too but has no idea that they're being serious +
While in class, Ochako and Katsuki are sparring. Katsuki pins Ochakos to the ground and holds up his palm in front of her face, getting ready to use his quirk on her.
Ochako notices and hesitates slightly, reaching her hand up to grab his palm-
2/3
so when atsumu had told kiyoomi he no longer wished for a relationship with him, he wasn't surprised. he was upset, of course, but he was never one to express his emotions, let alone beg for the light in his life to stay if he no longer wanted to.
"if that's what you want."
"this is the problem here, omi. ya shut down when things get hard, ya turn off yer emotions, and ya retreat into yer head.”
“i've always been like this.”
“i know! that's the whole reason why we aren't workin’ anymore! it's like ya feel nothin’!”
kiyoomi hated showing emotions. he hated to feel because he grew up with the mentality that feelings and emotions are useless. most of all, kiyoomi hated to cry.
he choked out a dry chuckle, void of any humor, in an attempt to cover the tears he could feel approaching.
“and what do you expect me to do about it?”
“do somethin’, omi! feel somethin’!”
he blinked, the tears finally falling.
atsumu scoffed, arms crossing as he shifted his weight onto one side.
“s'not like ya can just go back to how it was before. ya know more about me than my damn brother.”
kiyoomi's fist clenched, willing his emotions to stay in check before the wall he spent decades building broke down.
“you just broke up with me, ats- miya. i won't burden you any more by being here longer. i just have to pack my stuff and-”
atsumu's words hit kiyoomi's ears like a punch to the gut. agonizing. he felt anger and hurt bubble in his chest, two emotions he never wished for atsumu to be on the receiving end of.
“what, so yer movin’ out? where are ya gonna go?”
“i’ll stay with motoya.”
“he lives a 6 hour train ride away.”
“i'll figure it out, miya.”
"would ya stop callin' me that?"
kiyoomi stopped in his tracks towards their– no, atsumu's bedroom. he turned around, taking a breath to keep all his thoughts in his head.
“yer not gonna fight me on this? yer just gonna get yer shit and leave?”
the brunette kept his face neutral, hoping that if he ignored the wave of emotions then they wouldn't effect him.
“it doesn't matter anymore.”
atsumu studied the other's face, his own contorting in displeasure.
until there's a prohero meetup where she sees them in person for the first time in over a year and then they end up having a very steamy and kinky night together 👀👀👀
i can see them as a bdsm polycule okay
two and a half weeks, 17 days, 408 hours without waking up next to atsumu miya.
the separation began to effect the spiker’s playing, and for the first time in his 2 years of playing with the black jackals, kiyoomi was benched.
the rest of their time in the locker room was silent, kiyoomi’s teammates finally piecing together just why their spiker was off his game the past couple of weeks.
the rest of the day was a blur, only tuning in when he heard his name in the locker room.
“we should have a game night at omi-kun and astumu-kun’s place! their living room is bigger than mine, so it would only make sense!”
Pre-Dating Kacchako 😗✌
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Ochako wasn't always one to hide her feelings easily. That had became apparent during her first year of highschool when she had a crush on Midoriya. It was now her second year in highschool, and she had found herself liking a particular blonde boy.
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// TBC
I AM HAVING TOO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS GUYS THERE WILL IN FACT BE A PART 3
leave some suggestions for what they should do guys 👀
this one is a bit shorter and a little rushed bc i knew if i didn't buckle down and write it that there wouldn't be an update this week </3
hinata had been wanting a game night for months, but no one really seemed interested until recently. that must be why they’re talking about it, kiyoomi thinks. he neatly folded his practice clothes, setting them back into his duffle bag before standing up straight.
he throws his duffle over his shoulder and is the first one of the team to leave the locker room, he hears footsteps behind him but refuses to turn around.
he did spent the first couple nights with his cousin, but motoya had told him he couldn’t stay with him forever given the commute he had to take to work when practices began the next day.
“i don’t know what’s goin’ on, but ya need to cool off.”
meian’s words suffocated kiyoomi as he stood, watching his teammates play their practice match against the sendai frogs.
“if you have nothing to say to me then i would like for you to leave so i can go home”
harsh, kiyoomi thought to himself. if he was a dick, then maybe he wouldn’t give himself any false hope
that is one phrase that he had never once heard come out of the setter’s mouth. he held back his sigh of relief, refusing to give his ex any indication that he is still the only one able to break down his walls
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#sakuatsu
exes to lovers, omi is FINALLY good at feelings, they never stopped being in love, they've always been in love, they need each other to live properly, soft smut, fluff
3.2k words
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#sakuatsu
|| break up pt.3 (final part), omg omi DOES have feelings?
his eyes narrowed when the blonde didn’t give him a response, causing the spiker to roll his eyes and turn back around, waiting patiently for his train to arrive
“so then what was it? you couldn’t have possibly thought that i just have no emotions at all? i do, atsumu. i just don’t express them. when feelings get involved, people get hurt. but i guess you proved that it goes both ways, doesn’t it?”
“that’s not what-”
“so come over. the apartment feels empty without ya anyways, besides, ‘m sure it’s better than whatever random hotel ya chose to stay in”
“stop, atsumu.”
“you said it already. i don’t show emotions or feelings and that’s not enough for you. what did you think was happening when we first got together? that i was just shy and afraid?”
“course not, omi-”
“i can see that yer mad, or upset, or whatever. but- goddamnit omi could ya just look at me?”
gloved fingers came up to pinch between his brow. kiyoomi knew that if he turned around to face atsumu, that he wouldn’t be able to hold it together
“mine was taught, yours is instinct”
“maybe”
atsumu gave one of his secret smiles. the soft one reserved for his brother, and up until recently, for kiyoomi. he turned his head away, curls bouncing with the movement
“omi-”
kiyoomi raised a hidden eyebrow. the one person who never stopped talking, somehow had nothing to say. he kept himself facing away from his teammate
"So how does it look so good every day?" Ochako was genuinely curious on how Katsuki could just wake up and have perfectly spiky hair.
"What?"
"Your hair."
"The fuck do you mean, Cheeks?"
Ochako smirked, knowing that this wasn't her husband's favorite topic, "Bedhead."
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“there ya are. i think for the first time since before we started dating i’m finally seein’ ya. nice to meet ya omi with feelings, ‘m atsumu”
kiyoomi let his head drop into atsumu’s hand, eyes staring at the other with more feeling than he would ever be willing to admit he had
“you LEFT, atsumu. not physically, but you left. it got too hard for you to handle, so you backed out before you had to face it head on”
kiyoomi began to inch forward as he spoke, closing the distance between them
his hand pressed to the middle of the blonde’s chest, eyes glued to the contact he initiated
“this is your greatest strength”
his other hand pressed his pointer finger to his own temple
“this is mine, i live with my head”
“it’s funny, ya know. ya said that it got too hard fer ME to face it head on, when ya have been doin’ the same yer whole life”
the brunette rolled his eyes, gently knocking the blonde’s hand away
both of his hands dropped, looking back up to lock eyes with the other. his honey glazed brown eyes flooded with tears, speechless. the spiker didn’t know what to do, so he moved to back up, but a calloused yet soft hand came up to cup his face
@makemestagger
the fact that they said they know the fic wasn't for them if they don't like the ship and they just said "ik, i read it anyway" LIKE BE SO FUCKING FR RN 😭✋️
"OH HELL NO, YOU CAN'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT JUST BECAUSE SHE WALKED IN-!!"
"I can and I will, now can you please stop shouting?"
"Fuck that, and fuck you!"
Katsuki slept on the couch that night.
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FIN.
#kuroken
fluff | genderfluid!kenma
Kuroo knows. He doesn't have to ask. All he does is look at Kenma and he can tell what his kitten is feeling like that day.