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Bokuto platonically kisses all his bros.
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09 Jul 2026
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Atsumu comes up with a nearly fool-proof plan for free pastries at the cost of (minor) public humiliation.
The catch? He needs someone to breakup with him, and Sakusa's just in love enough to go along with it.Or: Breaking up is hard to do, especially for two love-drunk fools who aren't dating.
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09 Jul 2026
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“It’s noth—” Atsumu’s voice catches on a cough. He presses a hand to his mouth on reflex, ignoring the judgemental glare Kiyoomi is probably giving him. Well, it’s the right decision because Atsumu coughs something into his hand, something small, petal-soft… petal-like…petal…
Oh no.
“You’re not sick are you?” Kiyoomi grumbles, sounding substantially more composed and pissy.
Atsumu closes his hand into a fist and crushes the petal. “No, I’m not.”
Fuck what everyone else says. If you ask Atsumu, bad puns and emotional avoidance are valid ways to cope with death-by-flowers disease.
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19 Mar 2026
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Atsumu’s knee finally gives out during a game.
It’s loud when his body falls to the ground, echoes off the polished wood, and Kiyoomi doesn’t scream, but everyone acts like he has, as he runs toward where Atsumu is crumpled on the floor like paper.
It’s only later when he watches the game footage that he hears himself and understands.
Running from the back row to the front feels like a hundred meters, and when Kiyoomi gets to Atsumu’s side, he’s pale, a pale imitation of himself, his eyebrows aren’t smirking or glaring or asking a question, they’re furrowed in agony. He’s hissing through his teeth like he’s in pain, and he has to be, and Kiyoomi’s in pain, too, because he can’t bear to see Atsumu suffering so much.
The medics come and Atsumu gets to his feet, attempting to smile and wave to the crowd, an “everything’s fine here,” but Kiyoomi’s close enough to see nothing is fine. Even though the crowd cheers and chants Miya, Miya, Miya, deep down they know it, too.
It’s so obvious.
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- Part 25 of Threads 🧵🪡 and I'm the Needle
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23 Jan 2026
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Osamu,
There’s something so intimate about loving someone in secret. It’s fascinating how I can love you without letting you know. Not because I’m afraid, not because I’m waiting for something in return, but because I just want to love you. To breathe. To exist. To love you easily. There’s no grand reason, no sudden beginning. It’s simply there, the way I breathe without thinking, the way I exist without trying.
I love you like that. Quietly. Naturally. Without demand or conclusion. Like breathing. Like existing. Easy.
Rintarou.
Or Suna grows up with the Miya twins and writes secret love letters for Osamu.
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- Part 5 of snos propaganda
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28 Dec 2025