miyaosamu (kunimi)
Fandoms
- Haikyuu!! (16)
Recent works
-
Tags
Summary
“Y’know, it’s been quiet around here,” Kita says. It’s weird, the way it feels like it’s humming through Atsumu’s chest. Not in a medically-concerning way—although this would be the best time for it, with the only medic Atsumu’s ever trusted right beside him, diligently wiping away at the blood with a warm wet cloth—but a low, steady thing. It’s like the background drone of the ventilators in the corner of Osamu’s favourite transportation pod—scuffed on the outside, a little worn in the seats, and rickety when it turns too sharply, but he loves it dearly, always says that the top-of-the-line ones Atsumu favours are too flashy when something simple and good will get you home true—or the jukebox in Sugawara’s jetfuel café: something that just fades to the background so you’re only half aware of it.
Mostly, it just tells your brain, hey, listen – you’re home now. You’re safe. This is home.
In a galaxy far, far away, Miya Atsumu gets a blast to the side during a shoot-out. Lucky for him, Kita Shinsuke exists.
-
Tags
Summary
Daichi doesn’t know how to say that he didn’t miss the name so much as the fact that it was Kuroo saying it. That nobody else has ever drawled his name like that, all dropped sounds and mischievous laughter. That hearing his name said like that has always meant fondness and exasperation, always meant unexpected friendship, always meant Kuroo was right there beside him.
So instead he snorts. “I take it back,” he says, and chuckles when Kuroo immediately starts protesting.
“Nah, nah, no way. No take backs! You missed me, you’ve been so bored without me, the scenery has gotten worse without me…”
“That’s true,” Daichi says without thinking, and Kuroo --
Goes absolutely silent. Stares, open-mouthed, cheeks tinging pink, then red, then (somehow) even redder, closer to Nekoma colours, which is alarming, but kind of nostalgic, but -- okay, Daichi’s kind of concerned he’s not breathing anymore.
After the MSBY vs Adlers game, Daichi runs into an old friend.
—krdi + the feeling of fingers brushing together by accident
-
Tags
Summary
“I mean, that works too,” Osamu says, fully grinning now. “Eat me, do me; whatever you want, Kiyoomi. The world is your oyster.” He pauses, then, in what he clearly considers to be a helpful and charming tone, adds, “They’re aphrodisiacs, you know.”
“I can’t believe I’m in love with you,” Kiyoomi mutters as he slowly pumps his hand, having decided the lube would do for now. It would be easier if he could use both hands, but he’s using one to keep himself propped up above Osamu. He has to admit, it makes for a nice view—Osamu’s face just below his, grin melting away into a groan, cheeks pinking once more.
Though, if he’s honest, all views of Osamu are his favourite.
“We can pretend you’re not, if it’d make you feel better,” Osamu manages after a moment.
Gluttony is a vice, Sakusa says. That’s all right, Osamu says. You’re what I always want more of. I’m cool with any vice if it’s for you.
—a shared vocabulary is an inevitable consequence to being in love, apparently / omigiri + tit-fucking (romance)
-
Tags
Summary
They have this debate every time too, and it always goes like this: Tobio-kun says he doesn’t, and Atsumu says he isn’t a liar, and Tobio-kun looks at him with that half-placid, half-judgemental look, as if to say who are you kidding, and Atsumu squawks, and hits him with a pillow, and Tobio-kun catches it, and then Atsumu catches him, moving forward and pressing a kiss against his lips.
Atsumu always wakes up first.
—atskg + sleeping together (literally)
-
that's one way to end your day by miyaosamu (kunimi) for WolfyWordWeaver
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
15 Jan 2023
Tags
Summary
“This is not how I thought I’d end my night,” Osamu says. His voice sounds thick—stuffy—but Kiyoomi supposes that’s unavoidable, given his nose is a) bleeding and b) pressed into a wrapped ice pack.
“I would have been alarmed if you had,” Kiyoomi remarks, because there are only so many times he can apologise. Really, it was Osamu’s fault—startling someone holding heavy metal objects never ends well, even if it was an accident and you just wanted to say hey—but he still feels bad. Bad enough that he’s holding the ice pack, even though Osamu’s blood is definitely starting to soak into the tea towel. Kiyoomi is trying not to think about it.
There are probably worse ways to talk to your crush than almost breaking his nose. There are definitely better ones, though.
Recent series
-
Summary
i've got my mistakes on loop inside my head
what it means to break, to build, to start again: a story in four parts.
ii. the breaking – komori motoya sits with osamu in the wake of the fallout, watches as he constructs himself back together
iii. the tide comes back – miya osamu looks at sakusa kiyoomi again, beautiful against the night sky. feels like he's twenty four again- Words:
- 3,544
- Works:
- 2
- Bookmarks:
- 2
-
nights like these (author's picks) by bakutodo (kunimi), billdenbrough (kunimi), kunimi, miyaosamu (kunimi), ochako (kunimi)
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, IT (Movies - Muschietti), IT - Stephen King, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
22 Feb 2022
Summary
an ao3 kunimi sampler, i guess -- if you asked me to choose what to read, these would be my picks
- Words:
- 143,992
- Works:
- 21
- Bookmarks:
- 16