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When Atsumu confides in Osamu that he wants to propose to his long-time boyfriend Kiyoomi, Osamu is ecstatic. When Atsumu asks Osamu if he’d be his best man, Osamu is over the moon--for more reasons than one. Finally, after years of waiting, Osamu can give a best man speech for his favorite--and only--baby brother. Of course, it has to involve making fun of Atsumu so much that he’ll barely be able to show his face in society ever again; what kind of brother would he be if he didn’t do at least that?
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You are nine years old when you meet Ojiro Aran for the first time. He is tall and strong and doesn’t get on your nerves. He calls you out when you’re being an asshole (not that you’d change your attitude, anyways) yet still tolerates you being around him.
You think this is what love feels like.
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“Excuse me sir, may I ask what you’re doing?” Kei walked up to stand next to the man, finally getting a good look at his face.
Kei’s eyes widened. The man had slitted eyes, his irises a bright green that almost seemed to emit their own sort of light. They were cat eyes, Kei realized. Said eyes flicked to stare at Kei, who jumped at the gaze.
“Hello beautiful,” the man stared at his name tag, “Tsukishima. A gorgeous name for a gorgeous man,” he grinned. Kei shivered. He had what could almost be considered fangs; certainly too sharp to be normal.
“What are you doing?” Kei repeated, quieter this time.
“Kuroo Tetsurou, High Warlock of Tokyo, at your service,” the man chose to introduce himself instead. He grinned like a Cheshire Cat. “Have you ever seen Nightmare At The Museum?”
Kei sighed. “Sir, if you make the Tarbosaurus play fetch with its own rib bone I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” he said in his best customer-service voice that he could manage.
“What if I use a tail bone instead?” Kuroo’s grin widened, and Kei felt his self control beginning to fly out the window.
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- Part 1 of my sun, my moon, and all my stars
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Atsumu has never tried to pretend that he’s a good person, just as truth is never pleasing and prophecies are never nice. The only part of Atsumu’s sphere of control that he pretends is kind is his archery; a well-placed arrow to the eye is a swifter death than most. So when Shouyou, in all his beauty, walks into his life, he knows that his death will be neither swift nor pleasant.
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“Why do you play volleyball?” Kei asks Kenma during a watermelon break. They’re at a training camp and Kei is a first-year and Kenma is a second-year and neither are very sure of where they’re going after high school, but they’ve got their whole lives to figure it out. Or at least, until the watermelon break ends.
Kenma shrugs. “Never really had a reason to quit. Besides, it can be fun. Occasionally,” he adds after a pause. “Usually when I’m not moving a lot. I run through energy so easily.” Kei nods in understanding because he, too, has horrible stamina.
“Do you play video games?” Kenma asks after a few seconds of silence, staring at his shoes. White with red stripes. Or red with white blocks, depending on how you look at it.
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“Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.”-E.E. Cummings
Tsukishima Kei’s introduction to the world of magic and Kuroo Tetsurou, and other stories.
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“Walls have ears.
Doors have eyes.
Trees have voices.
Beasts tell lies.
Beware the rain.
Beware the snow.
Beware the man
You think you know.”
-Catherine FisherA collection of sunaosa horror fics
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