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All the inarizaki fellas are the types where if they accidentally “hurt” you(by which I mean literally manage to mildly bump you with an elbow) they’re all the types to be like “IVE ASSAULTED MY POOKIE I DESERVE TO DIE HOW CAN I EVER MOVE ON” am I right or am I right
DUFCBWNFJID THEY SO ARE OH MY GOD-
atsumu takes it the absolute hardest, literally the second you go "oh" (not even OW ATSUMU ITS OKAY-) he is whipping his head at you, eyes blown wide with remorse and watery as if he's genuinely injured you. he takes you in his big arms and rocks you back and forth, kissing your head and whispering apologies to you while you just cock your head and furrow your brows because you're literally fine.
on the other end of the spectrum, we have sunarin; and lets just say sunarin snickers at you when you trip in public. HOWEVER AND BUT, when it comes to anything with him potentially having any harm put towards you, he gets a few grey hairs and years off his expectancy. like one time, he suplexed you onto the couch, and he heard you hiss, and the entire mood changed. he immediately got onto his knees and cupped your face and was so sweet on you for the rest of the night bc he felt bad :(((( only to then, the next day, absolutely manhandle you out of his way while you're doing your skincare routine at the sink bc he needs to piss LMAOOOOOOO
kiyoomi and atsumu the type of couple to share their entire lives with each other then go “husband? ew no, we just live together” like yea u also have two kids and a dog and have been sleeping on the same bed for the last 12 years
Give mE YOUR HANDS PLEASE OMGHTEJRNHM so pretty🫶🏻😔
Oh my glorious king Atsumu
I'm still figuring out how to draw hair guys I'm sorry it looks funky💔💔 I felt really 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 while making this 👅👅👅
YOU CATCH SOMEONE STARE AT THEM!
featuring. miya atsumu, kuroo tetsurō, suna rintarō
✩ atsumu jogs up to you, a soft smile on his face as his bag swung in his hand. “sorry a took so long, bokuto lost his deodorant in the locker room” he apologizes, his free hand rubbing the nape of his neck. “don’t worry, i didn’t wait too long,” you smile before furrowing your eyebrows slightly, feeling multiple pairs of eyes bore into your back. you shift your body around, making eye contact with a glaring fan girl of atsumu’s. “ignore ‘em, angel” atsumu mumbles into your ear, pulling you close to him as he makes his way through the crowd that was getting bigger by the moment. you felt a shiver go down your spine as more stares and glares burnt into your skin when atsumu had stopped, being face to face with multiple reporters. atsumu lets out a scoff, eyeing every reporter before standing up straight. “atsumu miya, how does it feel to win? who is this person beside you?” one of the reporters asked as girls yelled that you didn’t deserve the male. atsumu poked the inside of his cheek, glaring where the girls were yelling. the faux male turned you and him to every camera that was pointed at you both, a scheming smile appearing on his face before he pressed his lips against yours. gasps and camera shutters started to fade out as the both of you kissed, tuning out the yells of his fangirls. eventually pulling away, atsumu grins and wraps his arm around your waist, looking at everyone that surrounds you both. “this is my significant other and we’re happily engaged,” he announces, pressing a kiss against your cheek and beginning to walk with you to the exit doors while everyone starts to trail behind while blurting out millions of questions.
✩ kuroo softly hummed as he walked beside you, fingers intertwined with yours while his free hand pushed the cart in front of him. the male lets you do the shopping while he pushed the cart, sneaking in a couple of snacks as you walked down aisles. both of you eventually finished your rounds, making your way to the cashier before kuroo placed everything on the conveyor belt and walked towards the card machine. he gave the cashier a small smile before looking at the items, the cashier blushing and slowly scanning the groceries, stealing glances at kuroo. you raise your eyebrow while crossing your arms, watching everything unfold in front of you. kuroo turned to look at you, seeing your expression and following your gaze, realizing it was at the cashier who was practically gushing over him, in front of him. he scratched his head and cleared his throat, reaching to insert his card into the machine before he looked at the gold band around his finger. “hey darling, i think my ring has gotten a bit too loose. don’t you think?” the male raises an eyebrow and extends his arm out in the air, showing off the wedding ring to you and the cashier. your attention fixed on him, tilting your head and looking at his hand. “it seems fi-” “i think we should get it fixed after this, i don’t want to lose our wedding ring.” kuroo cuts you off and emphasizes the word “wedding,” watching the cashier pale and rush to get all the groceries in the bags. he smiles in satisfaction and finishes paying, grabbing the bags before leaving the store with your hand holding his. “did you see how pale she got?” he snickers, causing you to roll your eyes in response.
✩ there was comfortable silence between you and suna, hand in hand as you both walked around the park. he kept you close to him while you admired the nature surrounding you, failing to notice how he admired you. a smile appeared on your face when you suddenly yank the male towards an ice cream cart a few feet away from you. suna widened his eyes as he let you drag him, softly mumbling to go slow. you order a couples ice cream cone, picking the flavours as suna watches the worker scoop the ice cream. the both of you move away from the cart, the brown haired male stealing a couple of licks as you walk to a nearby bench. as you both shared the cold treat, you looked around while suna took his turn to take apart the ice cream. you furrow your eyebrows, catching a group of girls giggling while staring at suna. a scoff escapes your lips, causing suna to look up with a confused expression on his face. he looks over, getting taken aback when he sees the girls grow shy while their hands aggressively wave at him. he licks his lips, pursuing them before turning to you, moving his hand under your chin. suna turns your head, making you face him before capturing his lips into yours. the kiss was slow and sweet, his hand slowly making its way down to your neck as he softly held it in his grasp. the male pulls you in closer before slowly pulling away, a grin on his face as he looks you in the eyes. “you know i’m yours, right pretty?” he mumbles against your skin, kissing your jawline as he glanced at the group of girls that were frowning and walking away.
© miyakult (2022). reblogs are appreciated! ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉ ॱ˖ ﹆
TEXT MESSAGES FROM YOUR VOLLEYBALL BOYFRIEND .ᐟ
Warnings: slight name calling, fluff that's all
Admin notes: reader is a soccer player and you get a text message from your boyfriend btw!
Sakuatsu except it’s in a different artstyle
Live laugh love these unintentionally gay/homophobic looking characters
COMPARING HAND SIZES — ft. osamu miya, atsumu miya, akaashi keiji, iwaizumi hajime
warnings — reader/you is implied to be shorter because of hand size difference, also let names (baby & love)
⨳OSAMU was confused as to why you wanted to compare hand sizes. you’ve held hands a million times so you both knew your hands were smaller. “do you just wanna hold my hand?” he asked with a skeptical look across his face. “maybe, maybe not.” you shrugged with a cheeky smile. letting out a sigh the man held up one of his hands and you pressed yours against it immediately. “would’ve never have guess your hands were bigger,” you joke before he interlocks your fingers. “yeah i bet,” osamu says sarcastically, rolling his eyes before leaning in and planting a quick kiss to your lips.
⨳ATSUMU would’ve suggested it not you. he thinks he’s so slick about it too. “baby let me see how different our hand sizes are,” he sort of asks before grabbing your hand and putting it right on his. “tsumu are you being serious right now?” you scoff when you feel him pull your hand to his. “you’ve got small hands,” he notes out loud as if you weren’t already aware. “good observation tsumu.” you roll your eyes pulling your hand away. “you’re no fun,” he pouts from beside you. without saying anything you grab his closest hand and interlock your fingers. “look we can hold hands,” you say holding up your hands. atsumu smiles at your hands and leans in to kiss your cheek.
⨳AKAASHI knew you were up to something when you asked for his hand. “why?” he asked cautiously as he held out his hand to you. “comparing hand size,” you responded while putting your palms on his. “wait, lowkey we have the same hand size.” you giggle at the sight. akaashi furrowed his eyebrows and blinked at your hands. two different sizes—completely different. “you think you’re funny.” he told you as he got a firm grip on your hand and puked you close to him. “completely different hand sizes love,” akaashi added before kissing the top of your forehead. “nice try though”
⨳IWAIZUMI always feeds into your antics and lets you do whatever. he can tolerate your nonsense because it’s second nature to him. “why are we comparing hand sizes like we’re in junior high?” he asked while holding his hand up to you. “i need an excuse to hold your hand.” you admit while placing your pal on his proudly. the brunette’s eyebrows are drawn together in confusion for a moment. “you don’t need an excuse,” he tells you and you smile. “i know i know, let me have fun for once,” you dismiss before interlocking your fingers with his. “fine,” he shakes his head lightly before kissing the top of your head.
reblogs are appreciated
Omg I just saw a tiktok and it was the cutest thing ever! Okay so this girl goes up to her fiancé after his game (the like meet n greet or whatever) and acts like his fangirl! Could I get something like that for Atsumu please? (You don’t have to but thank you if you do <33333)
well hello, pretty stranger.
after atsumu signed yet another one of his fan's merchandise of him, he took in a deep breath and tried to brace himself for another round of smiling nonstop and acting all charming, like how his fans think of him as. it does get suffocating after a while of this, all he can imagine of to keep himself sane and from teetering at his wits' end is by dreaming of coming home in a few hours, laying down on your lap, and being treated to a night long full of loving between you two.
as he's stuck day dreaming about you, the next person in line comes up; with her excusing herself to him to catch his attention as he sat there, in a bit of a daze, imaging how soft your lap would be and how much he just wants to get this over with already so he can smother you with his affection.
he soon snaps out of his gaze when she waves her hand in front of his face a little, catching his attention. he quite literally snaps out of it, his back jolting in surprise as he gains sobriety once more and realizes just where he is and what he was doing before dreaming of you and your embrace. he chuckles and rubs the back of his head, an embarrassed smile on his face as he apologizes for not noticing her earlier.
he doesn't look at her face yet, but he politely takes the jersey she handed to him to sign, but for some reason, the feel of the jersey was... familiar. the smile fades from his lips as he looks over the clothing she handed him, seeing the number on the jersey was the same as his, but on the back, the words, "mrs. miya" were printed on them. it was then that atsumu realized... you came to his signing, you came to his meet and greet today.
all his wishes came true much earlier than he thought, and when atsumu looked up, his suspicions were confirmed. "um... are you okay, mr. miya?" you ask him with a shy, yet awfully knowing, smile; making atsumu do a double take and pause for a minute to collect his thoughts. he nodded and gave you a beaming smile. "yep! ...never been better." he muttered as he signed your jersey, taking all his time to let this moment with the woman he'd spend the rest of his life with in a few months linger for just a split second longer.
when you thank him and take the jersey back from him, he sneakily wraps his calloused hands around your wrist, gently pulling you close to him as he whispers in your ear, "thanks for saving my ass and sanity, babe. i love ya." and when he relinquished his grip on your wrists, leaving you flustered and unable to return his 'i love you', he looked to you from the side as you were about to leave and wait for him somewhere in the building, sending you a genuine smile of gratitude, and a wink your way. he couldn't wait to officially make you his mrs. miya in the future... you gave him enough energy and excitement to last 50 more of these meet and greets for one whole sitting!
Hello! I was wondering if you could do Atsumu w/ a s/o who tells their friends they play volleyball and their friends just start laughing and making jokes like “Oh no no no, you’d be benched because you’re too short” 🥲
it’s alright if not, I think I’ve only sent you angstier requests (sorry 😔) so it’s fine if you don’t want to do this. Have a good day/night regardless <333
"hey, shrimpy... what's all that they're gigglin' an' laughin' 'bout, hmm?" atsumu asks you in a whisper as you hand him the rogue volleyball that flew all the way to the back of the court. you felt too embarrassed to explain to your boyfriend just why exactly your friends were laughing at you; or more like, you were terrified of what atsumu might do to them, regardless if they just meant what they said as jokes or banter that stung you somehow.
you shook your head silently, insisting you didn't know or that it was something unfunny, but before you could walk away, atsumu gripped your wrist and walked up to you. "baby... you don't have to lie. i think... something's up between you and 'em, hmm? am i right or right?" he asked you with a slight smirk curving up on his lips.
you hesitate to tell him for a moment, but you shake your head once more in response, prompting the blonde to quit smirking, and look at you with such a soft expression on his face. he had known that from the very beginning, a lot of people looked down on you for your stature. despite being as talented as any tall volleyball player out there, you were never given a proper chance to prove your worth because of how outlandish the idea of a short person like you being able to overcome the hurdles that stood behind that net.
his hand slid down to your fingers, then to your palm, and the back of your hand. he held your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours, and rubbing the back of your hand in a soothing manner with the pad of his thumb. "hey... don't listen to what they say." he blurted out of the blue, making you turn around to face him with glassy eyes that threatened to spill out tears any moment now. he smiled at you sweetly and wiped the tears from your eyes gently with his other hand after setting the ball down.
"you are so talented, and if they can't see your worth past for what you're lacking... then they're all full of bullshit." he chuckles out from under his breath, shaking his head lightly at how utterly wrong your friends are for laughing at you for your small size, and not supporting you for how great you are beyond how you may seem. "even if they're joking, they should support you a great deal... but if not them, i could always do it for you, my cutie; my amazing, strong and powerful cutie." he murmurs into your ear after leaning closer to you, kissing your ear and wrapping his muscular arms around you and holding you tightly.
"and besides... such a cute height like this really makes me feel so fond of you. look how comfy i am with resting my chin on your pretty little head, hmm?" he teases as you knit your brows together in embarrassment and frustration. looks like your cocky bastard of a boyfriend can say meaningful, worthwhile things sometimes... and make you feel good about yourself, feel supported, for who you are no matter what you were born with.
Capa e banner para a fanfic “Atsumu era amor” escrito por ama-te para a seção de animes do Social Spirit, fanfic com foco no personagem Atsumu Miya do anime/,mangá de Haikyuu.
É a minha primeira vez fazendo esse estilo de capa em que parece que a cabeça do personagem tá aberta e tem coisa saindo dele, eu achei muito surrealista e para uma primeira vez eu achei que até que ficou bonitinho, mas com treino com certeza vai ficar muito bom!
A inspiração veio no tutorial postado no youtube por @thatporcelain e na capa de @lunaticaxx , dêem uma olhadinha no trabalho de ambas que é maravilhoso! <3
Se inspire! Não copie! Créditos à @hallyumi pelos png’s que eu fiz manipulação e também a BeaPanda e Hallyumi pelos recursos utilizados disponibilizados por ambas.
P.S.: Para os curiosos de plantão do processo da manipulação.
tsumu is the type of guy to have exes that are friends with each other but hates him
the way the miya twins work is if you’re friend with one of them you’re friends with both of them
when omi and tsumu were arguing tsumu called samu and the two started going after omi. later omi learned after tsumu calmed down samu PRIVATELY told him he was in the wrong
atsumu’s not going to college.
it’s not what he wants, and it’s not a requirement for his plans for the future. he has a one track road set for going pro in the volleyball industry, and he has no plans for detours slowing him down.
that was always “the plan”, and you were not part of it — you were always going to college, and you were going to spend the full time there making sure your future’s on the right track.
that’s why he broke up with you.
the two years he spent with you throughout high school gone down the drain the second he decided this would be better for him — and he feels like he’s wrong, because he still checks on you when you’re not looking — but atsumu’s dead set on the fact that he’ll only slow you down if he kept you with him.
or so, until now.
“atsumu, it’s two in the morning.” you tell him, your yawns coming in a drip drop motion as you try to understand what he’s doing in front of you right now.
it’s been two weeks since you last saw him — two weeks since the breakup — two weeks of no calls, texts or even acknowledgements from in between classes or study halls.
but now he’s here, standing on your doorstep, and you’re not really sure if you want him to be.
atsumu tells you, “i have a solution.”
“it’s two in the morning.” you remind him again.
and he only repeats, “i have a solution.”
your eyebrows furrow, “do you want to come inside?”
“no,” he shakes his head, his nose red from the cold, and he tells you, “you have to listen to me.”
you bring your arms up to your chest, not feeling so warm yourself, and you hate that he chose to do on the coldest night of the month.
you tell him, “i can listen to you inside.”
and he only replies, “i have a solution.
and you frown, “so we’re not going inside.”
you have no idea what he’s talking about, all you know is that you’re still upset with him for ghosting you right after breaking up with you, and you’re not sure if you’re ready to forgive him for that yet.
you sigh, “why are you here?”
and he nods, “because i can get a job — i’ll work on the volleyball thing most hours of the day — but whenever i’m free, i can take shifts in the local café near your campus.”
you cut him off, “wait — my campus?”
“yeah,” atsumu nods, “i checked, and they have an opening and i can totally get a job there.”
atsumu? with a job? at a cafe? you can’t even put it to words, but you’re unsure when he visited your campus, unsure why he’s even doing all this in the first place.
“a job?” you raise a brow, “why do you need a job?”
atsumu ignores your question, shivering as the cold hits him, his breath turning white as it leaves his mouth, and he continues, in a frantic fit, “i have a car, it’s for my 20th birthday but my dad agreed he can give it to me early — and i have a lot saved up so there’s that for an apartment too.”
you’ve never seen atsumu be so nervous, you’ve seen him before his games and after his losses, but he’s never looked like this — never looked so worried.
“slow down.” you break through his endless string of sentences, your eyebrows furrowing as you’re still so confused and lost of what’s going on, and you say, “it’s two am.”
atsumu doesn’t respond.
you touch his arm, “have you slept?”
he feels silly — this is the first time you’ve seen him in two weeks and he must look insane to you already. he doesn’t care, he’s tired, he misses you, he’s been missing you for two weeks, and he hasn’t stopped.
atsumu looks at you, “i don’t want to break up with you.”
you stare back at him, blinking profusely as if trying to make of the situation, and your heart softens as easily as it leaps — because you didn’t want to break up with him either.
he still looks frantic, like he’s a second away to pull his hair out, and you’d offer to let him inside the house one more time, but you’ve got a strong feeling that he’d just say no again.
“i have the place, the car, the job — you have college and i’ll have my volleyball — and i know this isn’t what we planned, but i have the solution and i really think we can make this work.” atsumu tells you all of this, a straight (frantic) tone coming through his words, he catches his breath, and he’s ready to talk to you again.
but your eyes are gentle, “what are you talking about?”
he looks at you, like he’s nervous to be looking at you, a huge lump in his throat the he needs to be swallowing down soon since he’s gone too long without speaking — and he’s nervous, because this situation earns him every right to be nervous.
he’s only 20, unsure of every decision he’s making towards his future, but he’s just spent the last two weeks without you, and the first real thing he’s realized is that there’d be nothing worse than that.
the night is cold.
atsumu stares, “will you marry me?”
i just got called out wtf
WHAT YOUR FAVOURITE HAIKYUU CHARACTER SAYS ABOUT YOU AND YOUR MENTAL STABILITY
cw: mental illness i guess.
𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂
“I have more than three favourite characters!” — okay, I get it, you have no set aesthetic and are unable to make any decisions in your real life. stop lying to yourself and choose.
“You’re not right though?” — yes I am, perceive yourself better. open your eyes. consult your charts.
“My favourite character isn’t here!!” — then you have self projection issues and that’s not on me, that’s on you! just say you over romanticize people in your head and then feel let down when they’re not exactly how you imagined them to be and go.
“this was kinda rude.” — then my job is done.
This is a joke. Read at your own risk….
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★﹒₊‧ the golden retriever boyfriends that would do this trend like this
↻ yamaguchi, nishinoya, lev, oikawa, tendo, atsumu
The inarizaki team recognize Akira like a little sister and they joke about it.
Her birthay it's a couple of days after the miya's birthay( 18 of june) meaning that she is the youngest second year, just being the Oldest obviously with Riseki and the rest of first years.
Atsumu and Osamu are the ones who joke the most the fact for obvious reasons, i mean literally they birthay it's a couple of days before Akira's, Atsumu is the one that always Say that the Oldest have to stay in charge with little things and Osamu always wanting to know how she is eating knowing that it's a fact that Akira is a Big eater like the silver hair twin.
Suna it's there too saying that he know how to act with a younger sister because he already hace one, and many photos too, Yep so many about the fact .
For Her it's lucky that Ginjima and Kosaku act normal like always like if they know nothing but Miyake know that they are laughing of her.
The third years are the only ones who act normal with her so the manager spend sometimes more time with them, You know what, forget about that because Maybe everyone is proctective but this four teenagers literally know how to be more scare that the others.
The time that Akira started daiting Mei and everyone in the team know her like the Cheerleader who is girlfriend of her manager , the third year have the face of looking through her soul and after that Mei don't want to put a feet in the gym.
Over the years this things don't pass so often but always Will be occasions where for example they Will talk like proud Big brothers for how far she got with her dream with the bakery and if i Say it she think the same with the others.
Because Maybe in the start was something anoying but as time passed was something normal, they look at her like she was part of the team and if she was sincere Akira Will always know how it's to be the younger sibling, talking care of her own little siblings was so much that they acting like that was something fresh and new for her.
And now, well she got for sport team a second family, and she Will always Will be remembering the times that Osamu and her help eachother with the culinary school or the silence confort when Her sempais help her to clean the Gym after practice or the crazy thing that happened with Atsumu, helping tutoring the others five because she litteraly was more inteligent ( for something she was in class 5) or the selfies with Rintarou, Even helping the first years with everything that they need it.
So if she has something to Say it's that she is happy with being the youngest sister of her favorite group
I kinda feel proud with this
The Third Miya
Miya Twins x Miya!Reader drabbles
First Encounter with First Years
You overheard a group of first-year students fangirling over your brothers.
First Year 1: "Atsumu-senpai is sooo cool when he serves! It’s like, effortless!"
First Year 2: "Osamu-senpai is so calm and mature, ugh, I can’t decide who’s dreamier!"
You walked past with your books and flatly interrupted.
You: "It’s disgusting hearing them praise my brothers. They’re not even that good."
The first years are startled, staring at you like you'd grown a second head.
First Year 1: "W-Wait, there’s more Miyas?!"
You: "Unfortunately."
Identity Revealed
While helping out with something related to your brothers, your presence sparked confusion.
Suna: "Wait, you don’t know about (Y/N)? She’s the youngest Miya triplet."
Student 1: "Triplet?!"
Student 2: "I thought they're just twins..."
You: "Trust me, I wish they were the only ones too."
Classmate's Misunderstanding
Your classmates initially didn’t know you're related to the twins until someone mentioned your full name.
Classmate A: "Miya? Like the Miya twins?"
You: "Yes, they’re my brothers. And no, I don’t want to talk about it."
Classmate B: "Do they, like, serve breakfast every day at home?"
You: "No, they serve headaches."
You vs. Volleyball Fans
At a game, you sat in the stands, grumbling while overhearing nearby fans talking about the twins.
Fan 1: "Atsumu’s setter skills are legendary!"
Fan 2: "Osamu’s spikes are to die for!"
You leaned over and sarcastically commented.
You: "Yeah, you should see them at home. Can’t even aim dirty socks into the laundry basket."
The fans freeze, utterly bewildered.
Fan 1: "Uh, who are you?"
You: "Someone with the misfortune of being related to them."
First Years Crushing on the Twins
You overheard two first years blushing about Atsumu and Osamu.
First Year 1: "Atsumu-senpai looked at me in the hallway! I almost died!"
First Year 2: "Osamu-senpai helped me pick up my books... I’m never washing my hands again."
You, exasperated, loudly interjected.
You: "For the love of everything good, they’re not that amazing. Atsumu talks with his mouth full, and Osamu snores so loud, it could wake the dead."
The first years gaped in horror.
First Year 1: "Y-You’re lying!"
You: "Am I?"
With the Team
The Inarizaki volleyball team started calling you "Miya #3," much to your annoyance.
Aran: "So, Miya #3, what’s your take on our next opponent?"
You "Say that again, and you’ll need a new libero."
Akagi: "I didn't even say anything."
miya twins!
Miya twins, wiping blood off the gym floor:
Kita, enters the gym:
Kita: Oh my god.
Miya twins, panicking: Wait- we can explain!
Kita, wiping a tear: You're cleaning up...
HQ!! Inarizaki, but make it B99
KITA'S LATE?!
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Atsumu: "Wait....wait...9:01, Mister No Gaps Kita Shinsuke, is officially late for the first time ever. Alright, let's do this, who's got theories?" Aran: "Uhm...alright...his alarm didn't go off?" Atsumu: "All THREE alarms all with battery backup? C'mon, who wants 'ta take this seriously?" Ginjima: "Oh, maybe he was taken, in his sleep..." Atsumu: "That's what 'm talkin' 'bout. Super dark Ginjima, but way more plausible than Alan's idiotic alarm clock theory." Suna: "I bet he tucked himself into bed too tight and got stuck." Osamu, mocking Atsumu: "Maybe he fell into another dimension where he's more interesting." Kurosu (the coach): "It's 9am, why is no one practicing?" Atsumu: "Mister Perfect Kita, is a few minutes late an' we're all tryin' ta' guess why." Kurosu: "Well I'd like to play. I'd say he's in line at the bank, this is fun." Atsumu: "It is fun, but yer all wrong. He clearly slipped through a subway grate and is having a terrible time." Kita shows up Atsumu: "There he is, Kita Shinsuke, where have ya been? We've been worried sick, do ya care to explain yerself!?" Kita: "I'm just 70 seconds late? It's not a big deal, don't worry about it." Kurosu: "Kita, you will tell us immediately." Kita: "There was a problem at the bank..." Kurosu: "Hot damn!" ‧₊˚ ✩°｡⋆♡ ⋆˙⟡♡ ⋆˙⟡♡⋆｡°✩˚₊‧‧₊˚ ✩°｡⋆♡ ⋆˙⟡♡ ⋆˙⟡♡⋆｡°‧‧₊ Did you know: Aran's name is Alan Ojiro after translation. This most likely is because he is American-Japanese. There is a spinoff series called Haikyuu-buu which isn't written by Furudate but shows side stories. I think it was published in Jump at least the digital one. There are a few times Aran is shown and it's implied he's American. One of the Miya twins relates an American stereotype with his family and Aran gets angry about it. Also he is shown to own American flag underwear later.
save me miya twins .... miya twins save me
Ok, this was in My head for a while so i have to draw it