#miruac

"you sure your mom's gonna like me?"

"yeah. i can tell. ma always speaks 'er mind if she doesn't."

...how did we get here?

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it was alast friday evening, and you and osamu were winding down on the couch. his head was in your lap and you were mindlessly playing with his hair, your fingers tressing through his short dark brown strands. the t.v was playing some sort of sitcom, slowly becoming background noise as you two relished in each other's presence.

"ma's asking me to visit."

osamu said, staring at the t.v.

"you gonna go?"

you replied, voice piquing with curiosity. he rolled over in your lap, facing you. he hummed as he nuzzled his face into your stomach.

" 'wanna bring ya along. it's about time ya met 'er, right?"

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you sat in the passenger seat of your shared van with osamu, mentally preparing yourself to meet his mother. in the 3 years you've been dating osamu, you've never met his mother properly. it was always indirect, like her calling osamu and pestering him about when he'll come home with his pretty little girlfriend. he always shrugged it off, saying something along the lines of 'too busy right now ma, i'll come by sum' time soon.'

soon became right now. you inhaled a breath, mentally preparing yourself. what if she didn't like you? what if she didn't approve of you and is just faking it? what if she's an overbearing mother? what if-

"sweet-cheeks?"

osamu said, reaching over the console to cup your cheek. you turned your head to him, eyes wide.

"...yeah?"

"ya ready?"

you slowly shook your head, letting out a shaky breath.

"is that a rhetorical question?"

you mumbled, fiddling with the gift box of fruits you held. osamu frowned, getting out of the car. he scurried over to your side, opening the door. he peeked his head in, resting his forehead against yours.

"there's no way she won't like ya. pinkie swear."

he stuck out his fist, pinky outstretched. you slowly linked your pinky with his, shuffling out of the car. he gave you a quick peck on your temple, locking and closing the car door behind him. you nibbled your lip out of anxiety, eyes darting all over the place. the house was a narrow 2-story house, nothing too special. there was a little doormat at the door, which was pink and had little flowers littered on it. the two of you walked to the door, osamu's hand on your waist while his other hand took the fruit box from you. before knocking on the door he gave you one last peck on the cheek.

"just a heads up, ma is...affectionate. take a breath, 'kay? I've got'cha back."

he muttered into your ear, eyebrows tilted down in worry. he looked over you before giving you one of his boyish smirks.

"yer so pretty. okay. ready?"

"just do it already."

he shrugged, pressing the doorbell. after a couple seconds, the intercom lit up.

"hello?"

"hi, ma."

"....OSAMU-KUN!"

you heard a raspy female voice, her kansai accent being a bit lighter. after a minute, the door swung open revealing a 5'4 woman, who seemed like she was barely 40. she scurried outside in her slippers, wrapping her arms around osamu. she squeezed him so hard you could see your boyfriends face wince. she grabbed his cheeks, pulling him down to her eye-level. she scanned his face, before placing a slobbery kiss on his cheek. he cringed before pecking her cheek back.

"finally, yer home! i made shabu-shabu and oden, come in!"

she looked behind him, her eyes lighting up as she saw you.

"ma-be gentle with her-"

"oh, shaddup. go inside and wash up, will ya?"

she turned back to her son, clicking her toungue as she playfully slapped his back while he entered the house. she stepped towards you, arms outstretched for a hug.

"you must be the girl who samu's been yappin' about! it's so nice to finally meet you. i hope you like oden and shabu-shabu..."

she squeezed you in her arms, her hand coming up to gently hold your cheek. she moved so fast, you didn't know how to react. you slightly bowed your head, offering her a kind smile.

"thank you for having me over, miya-san."

she smiled, patting your cheek.

"i should be thankin' you for treating my boy so well."

she leaned in closer.

"he's a little shit, but not as bad as tsumu. one time, i found atsumu playin' with my makeup when they were 5 and-"

"ma, leave 'er alone!"

this was going to be a fun night.

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"miya-san, thank you for having us over. dinner was lovely, may i help you do the dishes?"

you asked. mama miya cooked up a whole feast, consisting of warm, soupy brothy foods which was perfect considering the harsh, cold weather outside. over dinner, she had chatted about the hardships of raising twins, jokingly slandering osamu. so far, she had been nothing but nice to you. osamu didn't even bare the courage to argue back with his mother, as he sulked over his bowl of meat and veggies.

"nah, don't worry 'bout it! now that osamu's home, he can do the dishes for us! let the girls catch a break, hm?"

"ma, what-"

her head snapped to him, as she glared at him. he slowly turned back to his bowl, finishing the rest of his food.

"y/n, care to join me on the couch?"

she patted her mouth with her napkin, smiling at you. you nodded, smiling back.

"of course, miya-san."

you followed her to the couch, sitting down next to her. she maintained a warm smile on her face, as she brought over two cups of tea. osamu was tidying up the table, an unreadable expression on his face. you shuffled around, trying to get comfy to escape the heavy atmosphere.

"y/n."

mama miya started.

"has osamu ever been a pain in yer' ass?"

you blinked, slightly taken aback by her sudden profanity. you nibbled at the inside of your cheek, trying to remember.

"....no ma'am. we've had arguments over very little things, but we always resolve them."

she nodded, resting her head on her hand.

"is he treatin' ya right? nothin i gotta be too worried about?"

she questioned, brow cocking. you shook your head, smiling fondly.

"no. he treats me very well, it's actually really sweet of him."

she nodded again, taking a sip of her tea.

"listen, y/n. you seem like a sweet kid. hell, sweet enough to tolerate my pain in the ass son. i just worry for him sometimes. he was always compared to atsumu as a kid, and sometimes i wonder if it messed with him."

she hummed, glancing into the kitchen. osamu was scrubbing away at the dishes. her lips curled into a fond smile as she watched his every move.

"watch over 'im, yeah?"

"watch over who?"

your conversation with mama miya was interrupted by osamu placing a plate of sliced fruit on the coffee table. he sat between you two, squeezing her hand and yours.

"i'm humiliatin' ya."

"ma..."

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"that wasn't so bad."

you were now back home with osamu, staring at your ceiling as you lay in your shared bed. osamu slumped down next to you, hair still damp from the shower.

"told ya she likes ya."

you rolled over, facing your boyfriend. maybe it was the night taking over, but he had never looked this good. his eyes were sleepy, his hair was tousled messily, and he was shirtless. all his muscle had gained a slight layer of fat, which made him even softer and more delectable. you scooted closer, pulling him in for a kiss.

when you pulled away, his eyes sparkled with affection.and his cheeks were slightly flushed. his mouth curled into a loving smile.

"i love ya."

"love you too. samu."

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hes such a sweetheart where do we start

everyone writes iida as someone with a stick up his ass but he's just a guy who wants to help and sticks to his morals is that so bad

he's had crushes before, but they never reciprocated his feelings because he's a 'nerd'

in his mind, he told himself that you probably didn't feel the same and he accepted that

but when you told him you felt the same way, he freaked out because he did not expect this to happen at ALL

he went haywire for a little bit, got pretty red to the point where you could almost see steam coming out of his ears

he was such a stuttering blushing mess oh my god hes so cute

he managed to ask you out on a date after like 5 minutes of him freaking out

when you said yes he had the biggest smile on his face and his eyes were so dazed with love

love languages: i do see acts of service and words of affirmation, but he's secretly a physical touch guy

i saw this theory that since he was raised to be the potential ingenium heir, he was busy with training and stuff. so busy that he wasn't really held by anyone so when you hold his hand and cling onto him he just MELTS into you

during your date, you guys went to a little shopping district

spent the day walking up and down the streets, buying little cups of street food all the way

iida was freaking OUT; mentally he was like "ohmigodimonadatewithaprettygirlwhatdoidoWHATDOIDO"

but he calms down after the first hour, and is busy relishing in your presence

when your knuckles brush up against his he freaks out again and gets so red and stiff

he literally doesn't pull away, and he hesitantly links his pinky with yours to test the waters

and obviously you guys end up hand in hand, walking out of the shopping district

while you were window shopping he saw this pair of matching bracelets, and he bought it for you guys

if you looked at anything for a long amount of time but objected to wanting it, he listed it mentally

a couple days later you get a package signed by anonymous, but you recognize the handwriting

you open it and its everything you wanted during your shopping spree with iida

when you ask him about it, he declines but he has a smug face on the for entire day

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nanami thought he would never date-want to date, while being a sorceror

but when he met you, it was like a switch turned on in his brain

he suddenly fell head over heels when you walked onto the campus, as a teaching assistant who worked under gojo

you stepped into the room behind gojo, and behind his glasses he was STARING at you

everything gojo was yapping about came in through one ear and left through the other

when some people write nanami they write him as if hes absolutely bitchless and has never felt like any attraction to ANYONE whatsoever

but not me teehee :3

sure nanamins had some crushes on the past, but not so bad that he would be daydreaming about them everyday while laying on his bed and kicking his feet

it's been a while since he's crushed on someone, so he dismisses his feelings

his heart racing? too much caffeine. blush on his cheeks? thermostat cranked too high. sweaty palms? wore too many layers

hes so oblivious but also not how tf do i describe him

so observative. he saw how you shifted your weight away from gojo when he leaned on your shoulder and nanami SWOOPED RIGHT IN

'y/n-san, are you feeling alright? here, let me take you to shoko.'

oh im feral lol AWOOOOOGA

it went from being assigned on missions together, to small waves and smiles at each other in the halls, then shared lunch breaks 💔

hes so protective its sooo hot

he manages to always tuck you behind him and shields you with his body

his shoulders....his back...his arms...🤤🤤🤤

smash WHATTT WHO SAID THAT

i did im admitting it and im proud to admit it

he does the thing that like whenever someone he doesn't like comes up and starts flirting with you grabs your waist and pulls you against him

he does it so easily too its scary but so hawt of him

HES SOO OBSERVANT

knows when ans how to cheer you up if youve had a bad day

he never never wants to get angry at you

if he gets too heated, he politely asks that both of you find some time to cool down

always knows how to comfort you

you want time alone? yeah youll get some space. you want food? hes ordering it. whatever you want, he does

oh my baby. my old baby. i love him.

hes such a sleepy guy

hes used to not getting as much sleep due to him working so much overtime in the past

so much that its become a habit for him to sleep for like at most 5 hours at a time

sometimes when he comes home, he beelines straight for you

he throws his blade and blazer to the side, kicking his shoes off

and then he just lays on you

its crushing but in the most comforting way hes like a giant weigted blanket

you can't count the amount of times he's fallen asleep on you like that

he just feels so safe around you </3

hes a tank. when he sleeps hes such a deep sleeper. but he's only like this when youre around

his movements are usually calculated but sometimes his brain is on autopilot so he gets a little clumsy

one time you guys were at the supermarket stocking up on snacks when he went into autopilot mode while steering the cart and crashed into the freezer doors...

THEY DIDNT BREAK AND YOU DIDNY HAVE TO PAY AT ALL BIT 😭😭 SOMEONE HELP HIM

so caring. so attentive. my sweetie pie

youve never had to ask for something you want, he's really good at picking up on hints and cues and reading body language

hes a big boi. hes aware of this. yet he likes to lie on you and crush you.

honestly from an outsider's perspective it looks like hes suffocating you but its actually really therapeutic like he cracks out all the aches in your bones its vv nice(i wanna be crushed by him)

he makes a very comfy pillow like you cant look at him in the timeskip and say that he hasnt gotten softer MEOWWWWWWWW

hes also so warm like he RADIATES it

if youre cold during the night just cuddle next to him

i feel like hes also a blanket hog...like sometimes youll wake up in the middle of the night with only a sliver of blanket on you

he always makes up for it tho like he BECOMES your blanket

he does the thing where he leans on the doorframe but not like arms above, his shoulders resting on the side LEMME GET A PIC smth like that

i like to imagine he does the thing you see in movies with a noodle or piece of pocky

like after you put it in your mouth and youre abt to keep eating it his annoying ass starts to eat the other side til you guys are doing the smoochy smoochy

hes so annoying he does it everytime

he says foods more enjoyable when you're eating with him

he isnt lying he gets so sad and upsetty spaghetti when he eats by himself

he doesn't make it obvious but if he's tired enough and he's eating alone you can tell

man im making myself cry with this headcanon

will gladly hold your purse he has no shame

'dude what IS that..' 'wifeys purse.'

whenever hes with the boys they see that hes softer

in like the slightest way possible

they realize that since you came along they see him smiling at his phone more, or hes a little sappier than usual

samus a nonchalant guy but you know how to see through it

when he gets flustered, he wont make eye contact

when hes super shy and embarrassed, his ears turn red

its so cute 💔💔

i feel like he'd be so clingy

he loves having a hand on you

on your leg, arm, hip

hes calm as long as he's touching you

clingy baby...

sometimes in the mornings when you have to wake up early he holds onto you so tight you're barely able to turn your head

1:27 A.M.

the bright, almost blinding numbers of your clock flashed on the bedside table next to your head. it was as if they were mocking you and your ability to sleep. let's just say, you have a tendency to spiral.

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it was the day before, and you'd spent it at visiting your parents. they insisted you sit down, as your mother made you a warm cup of tea and your father reheated your favourite food. it was subtle, but you noticed that their movements had slowed a bit.

"need help, dad?'

you asked, eyebrows furrowing with worry. he brushed you off, shaking his head.

"no, sit tight and don't lift a finger."

it was hard not to when you saw him wince as he lifted the heavy pots around on the stove. he's never done that before.

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your eyes were glued open, as you stared up at the blank ceiling. osamu's soft snores were all you could hear, as he was splayed out across the bed. thoughts and questions began to piece themselves together in your brain as you relayed yesterday's events. when did they...become so frail? just yesterday they were throwing you up in the air, and chasing after you in a game of tag.

you glanced over to your side, seeing your boyfriend of 5 years sprawled out on his side of the bed. his bare chest rose up and sunk down with even breaths, mouth slightly agape as he snored quietly. your heart swelled at the sight of him. the boy who you've known since you were twelve, suddenly growing into a man. his overgrown brown locks pushed back, his stomach slightly more softer as he became a restauranter, it all hit you.

when did time fly by?

as quickly as your heart swelled with affection for it him, it sank with doubt. will he love you when you grow old? will he love you, through thin and thick? sickness and health? to hold and cherish? til death do you part-

"baby? why're ya cryin'?"

your eyes focused on osamu, his sleepy gaze meeting yours. he placed his hand on your cheek, thumbing away tears. your eyes welled up with even more tears, when you felt his warmth against your skin.

he sat up, pulling you snuggly against his chest. you wiped your face, leaning onto his shoulder.

'i-i just-okay, you know when i was at my parents yesterday?"

he nodded, sleepy gaze replaced with curiosity.

"i realized, that they're getting older. and we're getting older too. just-"

you paused, taking a breath.

"you've made a name for you and onigiri miya. sunarin and tsumu are off being athletes. just-what'll i do when...all of you are dead? my parents, you, everyone who we-"

your voice quieted down into quiet sobs and gasps, tears streaming down your face as you frantically tried to wipe them away. osamu stayed quiet, lips turned down in a concern frown. he pecked your forehead, rough fingerpads wiping your tears away.

"yer spralin'."

he said in a thicker kansai accent. he yawned, humming against your cheek as he placed a sloppy kiss on it. he held you in his arms for a couple minutes, before speaking.

"it's natural ta' be scared of aging. focus on the now. yer ma and pa are still here, hm? so are tsumu and suna. do ya feel this?"

he grabbed your hand, placing it on his left pectoral. you felt his heart beat strongly under your palm.

"'m still here."

he placed his hand under your chin, tiltiing your head to look up at him.

"'m still here, and that's what matters. we're all still here. well and alive."

he laid back down, dragging you with him. he kissed your tears away, pulling you into his embrace once more. he placed his hand on your back, patting it and stroking it.

your gasps and sobs settled down into quiet sniffles, struggling to clear the congestion in your nose. osamu pecked your forehead once more, before pulling the blanket over you.

"my head hurts."

"yer crying. no wonder."

in highschool he acts like he didnt care

the typical stoic guy nonchalant guy

but when it came to you? EHEHEHE HE HAD A LITTLE BLUSH ON HIS FACE

the first time you guys saw each other was after an assembly

you were cleaning up, and coincidentally it was the end of the day

tsumu and osamu were racing to see who enters the gym first and ended up fighting...

tsumu THREW osamu and he landed at your feet...you literally had to nudge him w/ur foot to see if he was still alive

he gave you the nastiest side eye bc he thought you were atsumu 😭

but when he realized you weren't he got up so fast and apologized so quickly

ok moving on i rambled 2 much

during the talking stage he's still a little quiet

like he just listens but he remembers everything

you said you liked how his bento box looked?

he got it for you

you said you use only a certain type of pencil/pen because you like how smooth it is?

he got it for you

everyone writes osamu as if he hogs his lunch but its his lunch!!! he has a right to!!! its his food!!!

he always packs a little extra just for you to have </3

atsumus starts wondering why the food in the house disappears so fast but when he saw you and osamu he immediately understood

you frequented the convenience store down the street, whenever it was during your lunch break of after practice

if osamu had to rank onigiri, it would be his moms and then the convenience store

and that says smth knowing how picky his tastes are...

during games you'd be on the edge of your seat

ok this may be ooc but i literally see him mouthing 'this is for you' before he serves and he winks in your direction

I THINK THATS FUNNY YOU GUYS

surprisingly he didnt miss

atsumu teased the HELL out of him

would always walk you home even if it was out of his way

literally wouldn't leave until he saw you go inside HES SO PROTECTIVE

speaking of protective it deffo helps he's actually six feet not like those posers

will tower over you and any guy who even dares approach you like oh hes behind you? everybody RUNS

his mom LOVES YOU

shes not like those stereotypical boy mothers like she does care for the twins but isnt OVERBEARING

hc that he hugs his mother whenever he comes home after a long day </333 nothing is more comforting than a motherly hug

his mom gives you that same hug WAHHH SHES SO WARM AND CUTE I LOVE MAMA MIYA(hey sounds like mamma mia)

osamu invited you over bc you two had to study and she got so GIDDY LIKE HER SON ISNT BITCHLESS

she cooked up a FEAST that night

and know you know where osamu got his cooking skills from

the entire time atsumu was silent but he was lowk sulking that he got kicked out of his room and no one paid attention to him that night.....

is clingy

he is CLINGY

his love languages are quality time, acts of service, and physical touch

if hes tired or down in the dumps he'll literally slump over on you

he NEEDS to have a hand on you whenever you're together

even if its like as minimal as you guys linking legs when youre sitting on the couch together that satisfies him enough

my shayla....my shayla </3

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the skyscraper's causing vertigo, the countdown begins in tokyo

you were fine by yourself. you had learned how to live independently and didn't mind being single. that was until you met your boyfriend, akaashi keiji. since you met, he had done nothing but be 100% at your service when he could. he would always offer his hand to you when going down the stairs, always open your car door for you, and surprise you with flowers. but now, he had to go abroad for a work convention.

27 days alone means 20 million ways to cope, without you

the first day home alone was horrible. akaashi would wake you up with coffee and breakfast, and would always lovingly stare at you while you woke up. but this morning, you awoke to nothing but the lingering scent of laundry detergent from your bedsheets. the apartment was silent, almost eerily quiet. and when you got home later that night, you were exhausted. akaashi usually worked from home and would have time to cook or prepare dinner. but that didn't happen tonight, as the kitchen was empty and dark. you opened the freezer, seeking solace from the hot summer heat. what surprised you were the numerous boxes of frozen meals that akaashi had prepped for you. right at that time, your phone chimed.

keiji <3: eat well, i'll be home before you know it :) love and miss you

god, you crumbled to the floor and couldn't stop sobbing.

oh, what a curse it is to be a lover girl

the weight got easier after a couple weeks. you had regained some of your routine back from before you met him. but one thing you couldn't do was fix your sleep schedule. sleeping had never been so hard before. you didn't feel the dip in the mattress that you had gotten so used to every night, and there wasn't a pair of strong arms around your waist.

i wait by the phone like a highschool movie

14 days. two weeks into the long distance. luckily the time difference wasn't drastic, so whenever he called you you had just gotten home and he was getting ready for bed. this did put a little stress on you, as you had been pushing yourself harder at work in fear you'd go into overtime and miss his calls.

"hi love. you doing okay?"

akaashi's voice came through the phone, which was propped up against a bottle of wine. his call was a little late today, and you didn't have work tomorrow. so drinking may have seemed like your best bet at this moment. unfortunately, that meant the alcohol made the distance worse.

"was today tiring? i'll be-baby, are you crying?"

akaashi inquired, his voice softening. his previous smile drooped into a concerned frown. the want, no the NEED to crawl through the screen and feel his touch overcame so you suddenly. your sniffling subsided for a minute, and you were able to speak.

"two more weeks and youre home?"

"yeah. almost there baby. i miss you so much."

2 more weeks. 2 more weeks and he'll be home.

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those two weeks passed very quickly, and you were standing right at the arrivals gate, eagerly waiting for your boyfriend. people began to flow out from those automatic doors, but they weren't akaashi. watching everyone around you embrace and kiss their loved ones made your heartbeat skip with worry. but lo and behold, your boyfriend stepped out from the automatic doors. his head whipped side to side, looking for your face as eagerly as you were looking for his. when you two made eye contact, he almost ran to you. he pushed his luggage aside, opening his arms for you to jump into. and you did just that, inhaling his scent.

"missed you so much, love."

"never leave for that long ever again.