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'Your lips were soft as winter, in your passion I was lost.' ( Hoshiumi x f!reader ) - ON GOING

'Game Over!'( Kozume Kenma x Fem!Reader x Suna Rintarou ) - COMING SOON

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The Prophecy [ part 2 ]

Atsumu Miya x Gn!Reader

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Kenma Kozume - AKA KZEN

KZEN is the captain and one of the main players for the popular and professional team, F0CUS. KZEN is one of the main strategist during matches, and would constantly suggest what character to use to counter other than their main characters. He plays an important role during matches, claiming one of the demanding roles and executing his plays perfectly, giving his team mates a chance to fight back to the opposing team. KZEN prefers ambushing, hence; his main heroes, Fanny & Nolan. He prefers assassins as it kills squishy heroes instantly and flee the battlefield swiftly to avoid death. Kozume, is a very reserved person, he often only seeks out his own personal company rather than others, making him sort of insensitive when it comes to socializing.

MAINS :

Fanny, Nolan, Hayabusa, Helcurt

Suna Rintarou - AKA TAROSU

TAROSU is one of the important members in F0CUS, as he is the marksman and literally the backbone for team fights, almost all of the damage coming from his role, so he is constantly protected by the team's support and EXP laner. Suna, is a very laidback person in general. Very blunt and very sarcastic, many would think he just doesn't care about a lot of things in general, for example; he only cares little about his current career ( he is THRIVING with his team mates )

MAINS :

Claude, Moskov, Harith, Roger

Kita Shinsuke - AKA AKITA

AKITA is also one of the most crucial members in the team, being able to call out for his sets, even calling out for amazing timing for a clash. He's quite literally a fan favorite behind Kozume and Suna, being known for being gentle and soft spoken, even when interacting with different staff members.

MAINS :

Edith, Tigreal, Angela, Khufra

Semi Eita - AKA SESAMI

SESAMI is also considered as one of the tanks, he specializes in heroes that a fairly large HP, making many openings for the damage dealers. Semi oftentimes makes sure that KZEN or TAROSU secures the First Blood during the spawning / clash for the turtle area.

MAINS :

Arlott, Paquito, Benedetta, Cici

Tsukishima Kei - AKA SHIMA

SHIMA is a member that constantly moves around, being the mage, he is expected support the side lanes. SHIMA usually helps the gold laner more if they are being ganked even while tower hugging. SHIMA is always present during clashes, and he has a high KDA rate. SHIMA is a fan favorite, except his fans were in the toxic side, making him more closed off.

MAINS :

Zhuxin, Cecilion, Valentina, Harley

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First year, and first day of high school. Y/n Sosogi doesn't know what to feel, ever since the death of their mother, they have been independent, but that doesn't mean they don't have limits.

Walking through the halls, they have never felt this overwhelmed, it's exactly like their first day of elementary school, where their brother was still present. I wonder how Ashitaka's doing? Did he finally go pro athlete? Brother's really old now. I hope he can visit.

Y/n Sosogi's first class wasn't that bad, it was just navigating through the rules, the names of the teachers, the different subjects and other things. There were clubs, and clubs aren't Y/n Sosogi's forte, they refuse to talk to anyone and get close with people.

The day has finally ended, Y/n Sosogi can't wait to just walk back home and sleep. There wasn't much to do since it was the first day, but the day after tomorrow is Club Festival, where people promote their clubs. While Y/n Sosogi isn't a fan of festivals like this, they had to attend.

The day of the festival has arrived, and luckily all the students could wear anything they want. Y/n has picked something comfy. Walking through the grounds of the High School and looking at the banners of the clubs, they sigh, none of the clubs felt ecstatic– well to be fair, it's hard to feel ecstatic nowadays.

Walking past club after club, they didn't find anything that caught their eye. While they had deep interest in volleyball, they didn't join the club. For one; they don't have the experience nor athleticism, and for two; they'd much prefer to be well and rested rather than training and coming home tired.

“I feel like I'm the only one without a club..” Y/n Sosogi thought to themselves, their eyes narrowing as they looked at the festival grounds from all the way at the end, “This is tiring..” They mumbled, brushing off their outfit, and they continued to walk, until the coach of the volleyball boy's came up to them, “Hello, excuse me.. I'm going around asking for students if they have clubs, and I'd like to ask if you have signed up for one yet?” He asked, Y/n Sosogi looked up at the coach, and shook their head, “No.. I haven't found a club yet.” The coach sighs in relief, “Would you like to sign up for the volleyball boys as our manager?” The coach offered, handing at the poster advertising the club, Y/n Sosogi takes a look at the poster, then looked up at the coach, quickly hummed, and nodded. “Sure.”

"It's such a relief finding someone who's willing to join the club. For now, you'll only be observing the team and get used to the atmosphere." the coach, who he introduced himself as 'Kurosu Norimune'. Y/n Sosogi slowly nodded their head and looked at the records in their arms. "Ah, I forgot to ask. What is yer name? And what year yer in?" He asks, Y/n Sosogi hums as they close the record book and hugged it, as a way to keep their arms preoccupied. "Sosogi.. Y/n. 1st year in class 5." They replied back, coach Kurosu nods. "Great to know. I'm sure you'll get along with the other 1st years, and you might like them, there's a fascinating duo, too." The coach muses with a chuckle, stopping in front of the gym doors and placing his volleyball shoes on. "Have you met twins before?" He asked, attempting to make small talk with the first year beside him, Y/n Sosogi shakes her head, and the gym doors open. "Gather! Gather!" The team captain exclaims and surrounds the entrance of the gym.

"Everyone, this is Sosogi Y/n, 1st year class 5. Today, they will be trying out for the position of being our manager. Please continue practicing normally, as Sosogi will only observe before making a decision." Coach Kurosu announced, and everyone just let out a loud "Understood", making Y/n Sosogi slightly winced at the loud volume. Kurosu had led Y/n Sosogi to the bench to explain the things to do as a manager.

"As the manager, in every practice and match, you will be recording every set and plays- for example, any quick shots and write if it is successful or not. This way, we will be able to analyze and calculate the percentage rate of the move or not." Coach Kurosu informs and explains, Y/n Sosogi just listens attentively while watching the drills. "Oh, and during the drills, you will also keep note of everything." He adds, Y/n Sosogi hums and they turn their head to the coach. "Do I have to remember anything about the uh rules in volleyball or..?" They mumbled, coach Kurosu nods. "Indeed you do, you'll also write down every out of bounds, or touch nets. et cetera. This role is quite demanding, so I'd understand if you'd want to back down." He says with a reluctant expression, clearly hesitant to let a potential manager go. Y/n Sosogi shakes their head. "It's alright. I made up my mind anyways." They mutter, coach Kurosu sighs in relief, and nods. "That is absolutely great news, Sosogi. I'm sure the team will welcome you."

oh the team was welcoming alright, there was just on asshole who was pissed at Y/n Sosogi for some reason, sending glares at them every time they'd hand him a towel or his bottle, muttering a "I can get it myself, thank ya very much." Bitterly, a dialect can be heard; clearly grew up in Hyogo. Curiosity got the better of them, and so they turned their head to the coach, and so does the coach. "Who's that?" They asked, pointing at the boy and the coach hums. "Ah, that's Atsumu. Miya Atsumu, he's a promisin' player, he'll surely go far." The coach says, clearly prideful of his players, and a vein pops on Y/n Sosogi's forehead as their eyebrows furrows. "He's annoyin' as hell."

Months passed, and their rage over the certain Miya has gotten exceedingly bad to the point they'd ignore him whenever talking to the team. The reason why Atsumu is being an asshole? "Why do we have a manager when we can already handle ourselves? That's useless!" word by word. In short, Atsumu looks down on Y/n Sosogi, and Y/n Sosogi is NOT letting that slide. Every training, they'd deliberately give Atsumu some half-assed attempt in helping him, almost dropping his bottle because of how little to no effort Y/n Sosogi is giving, making Atsumu more annoyed with them. But even though Atsumu was clearly being an asshole, Y/n Sosogi knew that as a manager, they'd still help every player.

But they'd definitely be lying if they say that his words and demeanor didn't affect them mentally.

Once again, months had pass, and the 1st years were now second years. Not to mention, Atsumu had probably gotten more obnoxious. Not to mention, he had gotten extremely well known for being unfortunately attractive and playing for a power house, Y/n Sosogi had to limit her nasty looks or they'd get flamed by Atsumu's fangirls. But this doesn't mean they haven't been studying Atsumu; they're aware that Atsumu prefers his serves quiet to avoid any interruptions, they know Atsumu cares for his spiker than any setter, delicately sending his spiker a perfect set. They're also aware that Atsumu is disliked, too, by other people. Aware at the fact Atsumu hates people who slack off, saying that his sets deserves more "respect" in them. Y/n Sosogi couldn't help but think about something though, how Atsumu would always brush off those comments. Well, not that they'd understand emotions, that's what they lacked growing up, after all.

But Y/n Sosogi did something they didn't even think about doing. It was when they were closing up since training finished, only to return to the gym's doors opened and someone hitting a ball aggressively; "Probably Atsumu again." they thought to themselves, climbing up the steps and looking in the gym, and what do you know? Miya Atsumu in his full glory.

"What're ya doin'?" Y/n Sosogi speaks up, crossing their arms and tilting their head with their eyebrows furrowed, Atsumu stops in his serve practice and clicked his tongue. "Nun' ya damn business, Sosogi. Thought ya were cleanin' up already?" He grumbles under his breathe, grabbing a ball from the pile and raising his arm to toss the ball up in the air, Y/n Sosogi was about to speak, not until he tossed the ball up and Y/n quickly closed her mouth. Atsumu took notice of this, and grew curious as he practically violated the ball, hitting it out of bounds and clicking his tongue. Y/n slightly winced at the force in that spike and her eyes subtly narrow, "Are ya tryna blow off some steam off 'r what?" They mumbled, walking over to the other side of the net and grabbing the stranded balls, and rolling them over to the pile, "Huh? What're ya tryna say?" He spat in an offended tone, was his spike in your eyes or something? "I meant that yer hitting the ball more harder than you usually do. Like yer stressed or somethin'. I dunno." They mumble, walking to the pile and placing the left balls in and facing Atsumu. Atsumu sends her a glare and looked away with a huff. "Whaddya know?" He mumbles as he ran his fingers through his golden-yellow locks, Y/n frowns at his statement, he was clearly in distress about something but refused to open up. "Look I know ya aren't my biggest fan, but 'm still yer manager in the end. Ya've been playing shitty plays since the start o' trainin', an' it's clearly botherin' ya, so spit it out." They point out, crossing their arms, Atsumu gives them an offended yet intimidating glare, causing Y/n to avert their gaze for a few seconds but looks back at him again, blinking twice. "Well?" They say, cocking their head to the side to try to at least annoy him to pry the answer out.

"Christ, yer nosy as hell." He huffed, grabbing a ball from the pile out of frustration and serves once again, hitting out of bounds and cursing at himself, "Alright, 'm gonna bet those comments got inta yer head." Y/n said, looking at him with raised eyebrows and his head whips to their direction. "Shuddap will ya? Ya don' know shit." He spits gingerly and Y/n cringed at his tone, clearly not used to it. "So it did, huh. It's okay to be honest with yer feelings." Y/n Sosogi muttered, placing both of their hands in their uniform's pocket and Atsumu's brows furrowed, letting out a scoff and staring at Y/n in irritation. "Please, what do ya know?" He mumbles, rolling his eyes as he walks over to he astray balls. Y/n growing silent, as they watched him pick the balls up.

"Like.. everything? How the people would always mutter how yer so full of yerself and yer so arrogant?" Y/n started, walking and pacing around the court as they look around, humming in thought. "I'm pretty sure yer twin also mentioned he wouldn't want to be ya." They added, clearly hitting a nerve on Atsumu in which he clearly tried to stop himself from throwing the ball in his hand to them. "Okay, chill bro." Y/n muttered, giving him a side eye and sighing, walking over to the net and leaning on the pole. "Yer just gonna let it pass? I mean- ya aren't gonna do anything?" They mused, furrowing their brows as they watch him throw the balls in the pile. "If ya really aren't gonna be verbal about it, then just start setting those balls fer yer spiker out of spite, be a perfectionist if ya want." They continued, Atsumu just huffing in response and turning around to face Y/n. "As if that's what I wasn't doing in the first place? It just get's distractin' an' annoyin." He huffs, pushing the cart of the balls in the storage room. "Right, okay. Just get home, will ya? I'll clean the gym, get outta here." Y/n mutters, pushing themselves off of the pole and walking towards the storage room as well.

Atsumu had observed something for a while though, and curiosity got the better of him. "Yer always here late." He mutters, looking up from the pile of volleyballs and looked at Y/n who grabbed the mop. Y/n looks up from the mop, raises an eyebrow in confusion, "What?" They asked, confused at the boy's statement, Atsumu lets out a puff- he didn't like being repeated, after all. "I said, yer always at school at this time. Don't you have a family to go home to?" He asked, and that hit Y/n's nerves this time, their brows furrowing and giving an unintentional glare at the boy, causing Atsumu to give them a side eye. "T'was a genuine question, 'ey! Givin' me that look as if I killed'ya family or sum.." He grumbled as he looked away, clearly too prideful to have admit he was ( most ) probably in the wrong for asking that to cause such reaction from them.

"To answer yer question, I don't." Y/n answered back, turning around with their heel and mopping the court, leaving Atsumu baffled at the honest answer, whipping his head to their direction and blinked twice. "Wai-- wha?--" He stuttered, confused at the answer given to his question. "Well? Ya asked, right? I don't. Simple as that." Y/n mumbled, mopping the place near the nets because that's where normally the blockers would be. "Can you.. I dunno, elaborate? 'Cause that's sucha vague answer, can't blame me fer being shocked!" He exclaimed in defense, walking out of the storage room to continue the conversation they were having. Y/n lets out a sigh, looking up from the ground to give Atsumu a deadpanned expression and blink idly. "Look whose being nosy now." They retorted back, in return, Atsumu also giving them a deadpanned expression. "I'd like ta call it curious." He says in a taunting tone, Y/n tsk-ed at his remark and had no choice but to elaborate because he wouldn't stop staring at them. "I meant it literally. My mom's dead, took 'er own life, my dad died to a heart attack due ta too much alcohol consumption, I live with my step mom but we barely interact. Plus, 'er boyfriend gives me the heebie jeebies. There, happy?" They quickly explained, leaving no room for the emotions to start pouring out, and to avoid literally having a mental break down right there and there, it was sudden for both Atsumu and Y/n Sosogi indeed, both minds not even registering the facts that Y/n opened up to Atsumu no one else, and it was her first time, nothing less.

"Well uh that was er.. deep." Atsumu mumbled, he really wasn't good at this peculiar aspect of "comforting" and "empathy" in a sense, so he didn't know what to do-- but suddenly he felt conscious about his behavior towards to her, so that flipped a switch in him. "Yeah, no shit." Y/n muttered, finishing up with the mop and walking over to the storage room to return the mop. "Look- I er.. 'm not the best with comforting but uh.. Kita is good with words so you can probably go to im'.." Atsumu suggested, looking down at his shoes to sheepishly rub his nape, though he did wanted to do something, but his pride says otherwise. "Yeah, I know. Thanks, I guess?" Y/n mumbles with a shrug, fixing the mops so that none of the players or coach would trip on it. Atsumu just watched, clearly having an internal dilemma whether if he should or shouldn't do something. But, ultimately, he just gave in. "Sosogi.." He called, Y/n turns around and raises an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. "It's hard for ya.. well, obviously, when ya don't have anyone ta rely on.. uh but if ya really need someone to hear ya out, the teams 'ere fer ya. Even if we aren't that empathy.. uh.. you can do it..?" He mumbles very awkwardly, receiving silence from Y/n. A few seconds of silence passed, and Y/n lets out a snicker, "Is that yer way of comforting me, Atsumu? Well aren't I delighted. Thanks." They say in a smug and sarcastic manner, walking over to him and patting his shoulder. "That made me chuckle, at least a bit. Made me feel better." Y/n muttered with a small grin, Atsumu scoffs and rolls his eyes, going back to his signature obnoxious tone and expression as he watches Y/n walk past him. But he did notice the small smile, something he didn't notice throughout the almost 2 years they've been Inarizaki's manager.

well, that was a start for both of the individuals for their character development.

the very next day, Atsumu had been acting more.. nicer and more respectable, mumbling a quiet "thank you" whenever he was handed a towel or water bottle. Leaving Osamu and Y/n very perplexed. "Is yer twin doing okay? Is he sick?" Y/n mumbled to Osamu, Osamu shrugging and placing the water bottle down. "Dunno.. something probably possessed him or sum.." He mumbled as well, giving Y/n a look and they both stifled a laughter. "Let 'im be, I guess. S'not all the time he's willin' ta be nice ta ya." Osamu says, shrugging a shoulder and Y/n nodding in agreement. "Good point. Okay, back to practice ya go."

even after being treated well by Atsumu nowadays, Y/n still makes sure to keep their distance, in the back of their mind, the thoughts that he'll leave like everyone else lingered the back of their mind, whatever they do. So they still make comments about him and his tendencies, however also apologizing afterwards since it'd make them sound insensitive.

Atsumu was offended. But he let it slide, after all, he did wanted to become friends with Y/n after all that opening up. And he made an internal promise to himself that he'll continue treating Sosogi fairly.

BACKSTORY

"Congratulations on your delievery, Mrs. Sosogi!" The nurse of Sanno Hospital exclaims, a bright smile plastered on her face as she hands the recently cleaned newborn baby, the mother smiles in contentment, pure love and affection portrayed on her face, she turns and faced her husband, "Our perfect Y/n." She mutters in exhaustion, she flashes her husband a smile of fatigue, and yet she felt like she was on cloud nine. Her husband could only laugh in adore, caressing his wife's head, his lips brushing on her forehead, delicately pressing his lips, and releasing a few seconds later.

"Oi, brat." Ashitaka Sosogi, Yn Sosogi's older brother. The child looks up at their older brother, their brows furrowing, "You know, your name doesn't fit you at all." Y/n says, Ashitaka's eyebrows rise, and furrows, "Y'know this is why I call you damn bra-" "Ashitaka!" The boy gets cut off by their father, who was in the dining table drinking his coffee, the fresh aroma of grilled fish takes over the children's noses, whipping their heads to the direction of their mother. "Yaki zakana!" The siblings say in sync, and the parents laughing.

Y/n has grown up and it is their first year in elementary class. "Ah look at ya, all grown up." Ashitaka says with a smug yet proud grin- however, as the child Y/n is, they had assumed that their older brother was teasing them yet again, and so they pouted, and scoffed. "Yer so annoying!" Y/n says, crossing their arms and looking away, "Oh c'mon don't give me that face, Nee." He says, fixing the collar of the 6 year old child, and patting their head. "Don't be afraid, okay? It can be scary sometimes." Ashitaka says, pointing at the child, Y/n firmly nodded, a determined look on their face. "I won't be scared! I'm grown!" They say, putting their hands on their hips, striking a proud pose.

On the first day of the child, they had cowered behind their older brother, seeing the amount of people entering the school was extremely overwhelming for the child, Ashitaka turns around, looking down, and grinning, "I thought ya aren't afraid, Nee?" He says, his hands planting over the child's head, and gently ruffling it, the child shakes their head, removing their older brother's hand off, "I-I'm not scared!" The child exclaims, running ahead, then stopping, turning around to face their brother, as the child looks at their brother, their forehead scrunches, and they pout, Ashitaka's brows raising, then covering his mouth as an attempt to conceal his laugh. "I-I don't wanna go.." said the weeping child, sniffling.

"Ashitaka! Why didn't you pick me up?!" Yelled the child, Ashitaka hurriedly ran down the steps, "Isn't it way too early for your dismissal?!" He exclaims, running to the child, "I told you, didn't I? It's the last day of school so they'd dismiss us early!" They exclaim, looking up at their brother, Akitashi sighs and kneels in front of them, placing both hands on their shoulder, and looking at them, "I'm sorry, Nee. I got caught up with school works." He says, however his eyes portrayed stress, Y/n had picked that up, "Ashikata, are you okay?" The child asks, Ashitaka smiles, "I'm alright, Nee." He says, rubbing her head. "I'll be okay."

"I'm sorry, Nee. I'm so sorry." Ashitaka apologized and apologized, trying to comfort his younger sibling who was crying, "Don't leave.." They say in between their tears and silent sobs, their older brother was leaving for college, and then plans on going pro-athlete. "Take care of mom for me, okay? She's been struggling recently." He says, placing his younger siblings fringes aside, then hugging them. "I'm sorry that papa hasn't been taking care of us, Nee. I promise I'll visit, okay?" He says, exhaling, the child weeps, and weeps, refusing to let go of their older brother, or rather, their father figure. "Don't leave.."

the now 10 year old child has grown up, after their brother's departure from the house, they've been less lively. Not to mention, the Sosogi family has drastically gotten worse, it's as if Ashitaka was the one who pieced the pieces together. As y/n was walking through the halls of their house, she heard a thud in their mother's room, they turned their head to their mother's room, and walks to the direction of the room. Knocking once, and then twice, they call out to their mother, "Mama?" They say, their hand slowly moving to the doorknob and then slowly opened the door. However, the sight they are about to see is something that'll horrify them until they grow old.

seeing the hanging form of their mother, their eyes widen and slowly back away, their heel tripping over the uneven floorboards. Were there always uneven floorboards in their house? Y/n never noticed. Ashitaka and their mother would always carry them down, they didn't realize that they've been neglecting everything they've done. Their heart drops, they quickly stand on their feet, and screamed; "Papa!"

ever since that day, everything fell down. Their father has turned into an alcoholic, constantly trying to shut out the memories of seeing his wife hung from the ceiling and swaying back and fourth, due to his addiction in alcohol, he has been neglecting his child's health, he has failed to notice how his child has been going through things, he has failed to noticed how he has been mentally abusing his child with his new wife, and yet, he refuses to ask for his child's forgiveness, he refuses to atone for his mistakes of choosing his occupation, almost completely abandoning his family. Now that his former wife and oldest child is gone, all he has left is his child- what was his child's name again? Oh, the guilt he feels, the suffocation of not being able to remember any details of his youngest child, oh how he wishes he could've turned back the time he's rejected the offers of going out with his family. He didn't even know that his youngest child was now 13.

13, was the age of Y/n Sosogi, it has been 4 years since their brother has left, and has never visited yet. Their father, not even their step-mother came to their graduation, leaving their classmates make harsh comments. On the day of their graduation, should be the most memorable, but it was the most humiliating day of their life.

"Papa, I'm off.." Said Y/n, placing the strap of their bag around their right shoulder, hearing the lack of response, she looked up, and saw their father on the ground, steady, not breathing. Their breathe hitches, and they drop their bag. Why is this happening to them? Why is everyone leaving them? "M-Mom!"