#jo.writes

Osamu, with his extroverted charm and mischievous grin, was a stark contrast to your reserved nature. He thrived in the spotlight while you found solace in observing from the side-lines, preferring quiet moments to the clamour of teenage dramas.

"Hey, Y/N," Osamu's voice cut through your thoughts one afternoon as you sat together under the shade of a tree in the school courtyard. "You've been quiet today, Y/N. Penny for your thoughts?"

Looking up from the book in your lap, you met his concerned gaze and replied softly, "Just thinking about stuff."

He nodded knowingly, leaning back against the trunk of the tree. "You know you can always talk to me about anything, right?"

You smiled faintly, grateful for his reassurance. "I know, 'Samu. Thanks."

In the days that followed, buoyed by Osamu's gentle encouragement, you ventured beyond your comfort zone. He introduced you to his circle of friends, a diverse group of personalities that initially overwhelmed you but gradually became familiar faces you could count on.

There were awkward moments, stumbling conversations, and silent retreats as you navigated the complexities of teenage social life. And yet, Osamu remained a steady presence in your life, offering guidance and reassuring smiles that eased all of your anxieties.

One rainy afternoon, you found yourselves huddled under the shelter of the school entrance, watching the downpour drum against the pavement. The sound was soothing in its constancy, a backdrop to the comfortable silence that stretched between you and Osamu.

"You've changed a lot since middle school," Osamu remarked suddenly, his tone thoughtful.

You turned to him, surprised by his observation. "Really?"

"Yep," he nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Back then, you were like a closed book. Now... you're starting to open up. It's really nice to see."

Heat tinged your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and gratitude at his words. "I guess I've been trying," you admitted quietly.

Osamu chuckled softly. "You're doing more than just trying, Y/N. You're doing great."

His compliment warmed you more than the summer sun ever could, validating your efforts in ways you hadn't expected.

"I couldn't have done it without you," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He turned to you, his gaze softening. "We've always had each other's backs, haven't we?"

You nodded, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as the rain continued to fall around you.

In that moment, you realized that friendship wasn't just about shared laughter or comforting silences — it was about weathering storms together, celebrating victories, and learning to grow even when the world seemed intent on keeping you small.

As the school bell rang to signal the end of the day, Osamu nudged you playfully. "Come on, let's grab something warm to drink before we head home."

You smiled, feeling lighter than you had in a long time. "Sure."

Hand in hand, you and Osamu walked through the rain, the echoes of your laughter mingling with the sound of water cascading from the gutters. In that fleeting moment, amidst the chaos of high school life, you found your own slice of sunshine in the rain — a friend who had seen you through your darkest moments and still believed in the warmth of your smile.

The bright afternoon's sunshine shone down onto your being while your smile rode high across your face. You had your favourite turquoise volleyball bag slung across your shoulder, and your hair was slightly tousled - like you had just ran your fingers through it after a shower.

You really made my jaw drop, and from then on, I always referred to you as My Golden Boy.

I had found my muse, and I ended that day with a sketch of your face, even though I never found the courage to show it to you.

Isn't it amusing, though? Now, upon reflection, I still have no idea why you chose me back then. I was far from the ideal match for someone like yourself.

What we had shared, however, gave me a brief taste of happiness. I think schoolmates to lovers would be the most apt way to describe us. And yet, as we grew and matured even more in high school, we realised that our goals were gradually diverging from each other. And that, I suppose, was what pushed us away from each other.

You had always wanted to become a professional volleyball player, and I had always wished to eventually pursue my artistic endeavours. The more time we had away from each other resulted in an irreconcilable chasm between us. We ended up cancelling our dates because something always popped up at the last minute, and it only became worse when you got the offer to work in Argentina. I was left behind in Japan, and I don't think you know just how agonising it was for me to not be able to see and touch you for months on end.

I know it was never something we wished for, but our split was ultimately inevitable. I remember crying my guts out, wondering why and how we had reached such a low point.

I never thought that I would lose myself, when I lost you.

Seeing you today, however, made me feel nothing but pride and joy and hope. You had accomplished your lifelong goal, your dream, as a star player in the Argentinian volleyball team. And amazingly, more and more brands were lining up to get you to endorse them.

For me, well, I had ventured into the unknown for a while, but soon I was given the rare opportunity to work as an Art History Professor in The Juilliard School in New York. My specialty is now art in the form of words, rather than my original drawings and paintings.

I arrived in Argentina several days ago on a self-care vacation, only to see your once familiar face plastered all across Bueno Aires. I see you've become quite a household name.

It first came as a shock to me, since you had decided to relocate to Argentina, but I soon realised that you had finally found so much joy in this country. Much more than you did in middle and high school, in hindsight.

Perhaps, our breakup had been kinder to you, and allowed you to find yourself in both volleyball and in your soul.

I don't regret that we have ended, I only regret not letting you go sooner. I could have propelled you to an even better position in life had I done that earlier. I only see that I was holding you back from your dreams.

Penning all of this down now, at the age of 27, is perhaps too late.

I would never have the chance to give nor mail this letter to you now, since we've lost contact. Additionally, seeing you on practically every billboard and screen prompted me to do some research on you.

It seems that you are now happily engaged to an Argentinian-born Japanese badminton player, who attained her first Olympic medal when she was only sixteen.

So yeah, this letter will be mine to keep until I'm gone.

I just wanted to use my words - the ones I never said - to tell you that I truly loved you then, and to this day, I still do.

Love always Y/N

You were finally a decade old.

Thirteen-year-old Meian was plagued by your presence. A tiny child of ten who often intruded into his time with your older brother, be it studying simple geometry or playing computer games, you were always there.

Back then, your voice was rather annoying, Meian would think. He was rather glad that he had younger brothers. They didn't speak as much, or scream or squeal as much.

Despite all that, Meian always knew that he had a soft spot for you. He could never say no to you, nor ignore you like an older brother would.

But, that's who he's supposed to be, right? Just another older brother of yours though the both of you were technically unrelated by blood?

He was barely a teenager, still considered a young boy.

He would wait until he's older to think about all that.

Meian had made his decision. He would avoid you as much as he could from now on.

You had blossomed into a bright young lady at the age of seventeen. Every time he saw you, inexplicable emotions would rouse within him, making him feel vulnerable and partially hopeless.

He was now a boy of twenty, a university student with a scholarship in volleyball. He had plans to become a professional volleyball player. And if that didn't work out, he could bounce back on his double degrees of accountancy and business.

He couldn't imagine that other life though. Sitting behind a screen in some fancy office doing paperwork. Boring, mundane stuff.

He recalls an interesting encounter with you in his third year of university.

He was seated in a café near school, earphones plugged into his ears while he was typing out digits on an Excel spreadsheet. He hadn't even noticed your presence until you tugged his headphones out in a most unladylike manner.

The sun's rays were highlighting the floral patterns of your summer dress and the distinct brown of your plaited hair. And then, he saw you frown.

Uh oh.

"Why have you been avoiding me? It's the holidays but you've yet to come say hi. Is it because of school? Or did you have an argument with my brother? Or are you mad at me? Cuz if you are, I don't know what I've done but I'm sorry and I just want things to go back to normal," you said that all in one breath.

Meian merely adjusted his spectacles while absorbing all the questions you'd suddenly bombarded him with.

Then, it hit him. You were now twenty. You were now in university.

You were now right in front of him.

"Y- y/n? What are you doing here?" Meian's confused expression and mildly amused smile unravelled something within you. The corners of his lips had tilted upward, a glint of pleasant surprise evident in his eyes.

Fiddling with the sleeves of your floral sundress, you settled into the grey armchair across Meian and took a deep breath. "Actually, I- I have something to tell you," Meian watched as you trembled slightly beneath his gaze.

Your lips were rosy from how much you were nibbling on them. Meian had noticed that. Now thinking of taking you into his arms and hugging you tightly, Meian sighed as he removed his spectacles, his attention now set entirely upon you.

You weren't looking at his face. You were nervous, was what he had deduced. You eventually looked up and glanced into his eyes, your pupils sparkling with newfound confidence, cheeks pink as cherry blossoms. "I love you. And I have, since our childhood. I- I actually had a whole speech on how I could have said this to you, but just seeing you again after so long... It made me forget the words I had planned to say." "I know that you probably see me as, well, a younger sister, but I don't see you as an older brother. I see you as the kind boy who had helped me in all my years of life, a confidant of mine, and someone I wish to spend the rest of my life with. I know that you'll be graduating soon, and you may not reciprocate my feelings for you, but I just wanted to tell you first lest I lost my opportunity to do so after you've left uni." Meian took approximately three seconds to digest everything you had just said.

Then he stood up, arms stretched out to bring you into his warm embrace. Now that he had you, he'll never let go of you ever again. That was his conviction, as he gazed lovingly into your eyes before pressing his lips against yours. I love you too.

It's been three years since Meian has gone pro and your final year of university.

Three years of dating with a lifetime's worth of memories shared between the two of you. It had been a wild ride for the both of you, Meian thought in hindsight. Glancing once again at the engagement ring he had gotten for you, he grinned before sliding the tiny box back into his pocket.

Today was the day he had first met you - your birthday.

Glancing back into your childhood home where you and your family members and close friends were conversing excitedly at your small, intimate birthday bash, he made his way back to your side.

All you could visualise was Meian getting onto one knee in his immaculate tux, large hands opening a small velvet box as an intricate diamond ring was revealed to you. Exuberant cheers sounded all around you before Meian opened his mouth to ask,

"Will you marry me, my love?"

Of course, you said yes! to him.

I love you, Meian Shugo, my love and my life.

PS: sorry this took so long but thank you for your patience, anon :”)) we love you so much! We've all been super busy with school but I hope that you'll enjoy this chapter after so long :) - Jo and Lyssa (p.s. sorry, was in emo mode while typing this out -Jo)

The scent of freshly chopped parsley and sting of garlic permeated the air of your kitchen.

Just a typical day of cooking.

Hmm, not for long.

"Yes, Mrs Miya?" Osamu responded with that endearing smile of his. His eyes were scintillating, shining brightly as he switched the stove off, before tugging you to the exceedingly wide and warm expanse of his chest. He cradled your cheek softly with his otherwise rough fingers and pulled you even closer to him before leaning his forehead down onto yours.

He gazed into your eyes. You could feel your pupils dilating, and an uncontrollable tinge of red assaulted your cheeks as you blinked incessantly. Your husband merely chuckled, before he peppered kisses all over your face.

You were getting out of breath, your panting getting more laboured by the second.

His lips had graced every inch of your face, all except for your lips. They were so close to yours, merely touching yours but not kissing per se.

You must have made a sound of distress, for he merely chuckled. That sound reverberated down your spine and you shivered with delight.

Then, he pulled away.

Hmph, tease. "Why don't we finish our dinner first before I ravish someone else?" He said. Osamu's eyes were glinting with mischief, his mouth twitching into a slight smirk.

You cleared your throat as you willed your heart to quit beating so much. This man was lethal to your health.

"Well, I have a surprise for you, too."

Leaning against your kitchen island, you continued, "Samu, could you get the pasta sauce from the cabinet, please?"

Osamu turned to face you, his eyebrows raised in a what-are-you-up-to manner. But as usual, he listened to your instructions.

As he took the glass jar of Prego sauce from the sauce cabinet, he began to frown. He padded over to where you were seated atop your shared kitchen island. You could only stop to admire his beautiful physique.

Your husband then trapped you between his strong legs. You were pretty much at his mercy. He leaned in, inch by inch, until his eyes were level with yours. His eyes were just as stunning as before, with a teasing glint evident in them.

"Is this true?" He whispered as he gestured at the written 'I'M' and the Prego label next.

You raised your palms only to gently pat your now developing womb. With a giddy grin on your face, you nodded and mouthed a yes.

Osamu's eyes softened and shone with unshed tears. His frame engulfed yours as he hugged you tightly.

"I love you so much. And I'll love our child unconditionally too."

"Yes, I know you will. And I love you too. But Baby wants food now though, so you should finish cooking our meal. I'll be eating for two now!" You smiled.

Osamu remained at his position. His intense gaze said it all.

"Yeah," he murmured.

"I will. Just after this," your bodies then pressed together with your back against the kitchen island, your breathing heavy as his lips firmly caressed your own.

After what felt like hours, you both came up for air.

"I'll finish our meal for three now." Osamu sauntered back to the stove, seemingly unaffected by what had just occurred between the both of you. Only the faint twitch of his lips left you privy to his innermost thoughts.

'I will never get enough of this man' was your final thought before getting ready to devour your dinner.

"Do you have any idea how disrespectful you are? I'm your older brother, ya piece of shit. OLDER BROTHER!" I practically yelled. Yeah, he was pissing me off.

The girl of my dreams was so near, yet so far. And now, I had an irritating younger twin to deal with.

"Look, man. You've been pining after Y/N since spring break. Literally everyone knows that you like her. You got so shy after she came by the gym last month! The Miya Atsumu I know doesn't get shy in front of girls!” My annoying brother nagged.

But, his words did get me to think again.

If I actually got as nervous as what Samu had described-

Holy shit. That means that it's actually true. I really do like her.

Samu plopped down into his chair next to mine just as we heard a voice a distance away, groaning in frustration.

“Dang it, I’m out of yarn. Again! This is the third time this week! And this was supposed to be a gift for the other girls at our extra curricular!” It was Y/N complaining to her desk buddy, Isaji Miyuki.

Out of yarn?

“We can drop by the craft store tomorrow after school, if you’d like?” Miyuki asked. Y/N shook her head.

“I can't tomorrow. My mom’s preparing my favourite dish for my birthday and I've gotta get home fast!" Y/N responded excitedly.

Whipping my head back to Samu, I elbowed him. Hard. He glared at me.

“Samu, I got it! You go ahead later after school. I've gotta run to the store real quick,” I whisper-yelled to my twin.

He looked at me suspiciously, before rolling his eyes and grumbling. “Sure, whatever."

Y/N’s POV:

A loud chorus of “Happy birthday, Y/N!” greeted me as I stepped into my classroom. Warmth bloomed in my chest as I smiled at my classmates.

I thanked everyone as I made my way over to my seat, noting that the infamous Miya Twins had yet to arrive this morning.

Jo nudged me with her elbow and gave me a pointed look.

“What?” I asked.

“Looks like someone’s disappointed that her favourite twin isn't here yet,” she teased. I flushed.

Was I that obvious?

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” I huffed.

“Oh, speak of the devils,” she murmured under her breath. Curiously, I looked up to see Osamu shuffling past my table, shooting me a small smile and another birthday greeting.

I mouthed a thanks to Osamu, just as his brother stopped right by my desk.

“H-hey, good morning, L/N-san!”

“Morning, Atsumu-kun,” I replied brightly.

A boyish grin was plastered on his face. He seemed to think for a second before he quickly reached back and pulled out a brown paper bag from behind him.

“Happy birthday, Y/N. I hope you like it!” Atsumu said in a rush, holding out the paper bag in front of me. I noticed that it was from the same store I usually bought my yarn from.

Before I could thank him, the bag was pushed into my hands as he scrambled back to his seat. His ears were tinged pink.

Aww, he's adorable.

Miyuki nudged my side again and eagerly gestured for me to open the bag.

Carefully, I pried open the brown bag and peered inside. In it were five balls of yarn, their colours similar to the ones I had been using for my current project. There was also a little note placed in the bag. I took it out and read it silently to myself.

Happy birthday, Y/N! I hope that you like the little gift from me :) I'm not exactly good with words but I really hope we can be friends, and I'm sure whatever you're making this time will be just as adorable as you are. Happy birthday again and I hope you have a great day too. - Miya Atsumu

His sloppy handwriting was unmistakable on that small piece of paper and I giggled to myself as I read each line again. My heart was palpitating at an incredible pace and I felt heat crawl up my neck at his words. I heard a tiny squeal from Miyuki as she kept looking back and forth between me and Atsumu.

"He's looking at you! Go say thanks!" Miyuki and Jo urged. Hesitantly, I looked back at the yarn and the note.

Then, I finally found the courage to thank him.

Atsumu's POV:

What if I had heard her wrongly? What if I got her the wrong coloured yarn? What if my note was too cheesy? I don't wanna weird her out! Oh no, she's gonna think I'm weird now-

I felt my soul leave my body as I watched her take out the note and giggle softly.

Oh man, she's too cute for my heart to handle...

My heart seemed to stop as I saw her stand up and make her way towards my table.

Oh my God, she's coming closer. Oh shit, I might collapse halfway, dammit-

"Thank you so much for the yarn, Atsumu! And sure, I'd love to be friends with you," she said, dipping her head slightly with an unmistakable blush on her cheeks.

So. Damn. Cute.

I coughed, and spouted out, "Y-yer welcome, I hope you like it!" I could feel my face turning red.

The next few moments were pretty awkward. Both of us endured three seconds of silence before we both started to speak again.

"I was wonderin' if-"

"Actually, do you wanna-"

We spoke at the same time and looked at each other for a good two seconds before I heard my brother snicker from beside me. I shot him a glare and continued.

"Sorry, uh... I was wondering if you would like to come to my next game- OW! I mean, our next game, next Friday evening?" I asked, giving my brother a side-glare for slapping my back before turning back to Y/N.

Y/N's eyes glimmered, she stumbled over her words and finally squeaked out, “Yeah! Of course! Th-that's what friends d-do, right?"

I heaved a sigh of relief. “Great! Awesome! I'll see ya there!"

She bowed again before scurrying back to her seat where Miyuki and Jo were waiting for her with wide eyes.

I collapsed back into my seat as my brother snickered yet again.

"What are ya laughing at, asshat?" I snapped.

"Pfft, nothing. Just the fact that it took you six months to ask her to be friends with ya," Samu cackled in my face.

"Oh, yeah? Well, how about you and Jo? You literally spoke to her only after eight months. Loser." I pouted childishly.

Samu cleared his throat. "Fine. Have it your way." Damn, he's blushing.

Then it hit me.

“YOU LIKE JO-,”

He slapped his hand over my mouth so hard I nearly flung backwards and out of my chair.

“SHUT UP, YOU PIG-,” he grimaced.

Class begun soon after, but my mind was still reeling at the fact that Y/N would be coming to my next game. She's gonna see how great I am on the court and she'll definitely wanna be my girlfriend after that! I thought, daydreaming about her yet again.

I already couldn't wait for the game. Stupid Samu, of course I'll get her to be my girlfriend, just you wait.

a/n: aaaaaaaa this was so cute to write, thank you again for requesting!! hope it was up to your expectations and thank you for reading <33