#oomimi ren

and sure a lot of it is the twins fighting or being stupid, but that's far from all it is

suna has plenty of instances of aran trying to tell a joke, and kita or oomimi just kind of stare blankly at him because they didn't get the reference (you can always hear at least one twin laughing in the background tho)

suna also likes to commentate like it's a nature documentary. he speculates on the reasons why akagi is falling asleep in the weirdest places. makes fun of riseki for failing his serves because he's trying way too hard to be like atsumu. he'll warn for the consequences of being too silly as ginjima is getting scolded by kita, and then has to place his phone on the ground as he's also getting dragged into the lecture.

but a lot of the time it's also just... nothing special. nothing funny. just moments of the team on break, drinking water and talking about the drills they did. or some of them play while suna isn't, and he'll film a couple rallies just because.

his phone storage is full before long, and he should probably delete some of them, but he just transfers them somewhere with more storage and keeps on filming, every day, for no particular reason other than maybe to get lucky and catch the moment someone gets hit in the head with a volleyball

but then high school is over, and he's away from his team, and he has to get used to a new one and a new place and figure out how to be an adult

and so he watches them all. the funny moments and the ordinary ones. and he thinks man that meme we all kept repeating for months was so cringe and huh atsumu's serve always looked powerful but now it seems kinda shit compared to last time I played him and how the fuck did I have this much free time during practice

Slightly late, but for this Halloween, the foxes of Inarizaki went for a One Piece theme ✌️

The Wrath Of Oomimi Ren

word count: 818 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: Oomimi x chubby!Reader (feat. Atsumu)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: fluffy jealous upperclassman Oomimi, as manager

It was never a good sign to see the twins huddled together with Suna in an obviously plotting manner. Whispers and giggles, a short screech of approval here or there - it was all rather disconcerting.

Oomimi frowned and went back to his conversation with the other two third years. However, he didn’t let the chaotic trio out of his sight. Kita wasn‘t here yet, being stuck in a meeting of the class presidents, so it fell upon him, Michinari and Aran to keep the younger members of the team in check until the training began (certainly a three person job). The gym door opened and their trainer along with their manager came in, the cute kohai holding a water carrier in each hand. Almost automatically he made a move to hurry over and take them off your hands but one side glance towards the menaces from year two stopped him in his tracks. He had already been too obvious about his crush on their curvy manager, having gushed about you one too many times to his classmates in the locker room. Even though, “gushed“ might have been the wrong word. He talked about you. Too often.

Thinking out loud if the team should invite you along for an after training snack run to the nearby convenience store or wondering if you‘d maybe be interested in joining them for a (not really) friendly game of Mario Kart that weekend. Or invite you to a movie with them. Or suggesting to have you join their study group. Or sit with them at lunch. Or if they should bring you a bun when they went by a bakery on their way to school.

Everyone knew about his crush, even the trainer. Except, of course, you.

To you, Oomimi was a thoughtful, albeit quiet player who was an important component to Inarizaki‘s defense along with Suna. To you, he was simply being polite and tried to include you as often as possible. And, to be honest, he was the reason why you joined the team as the manager.

Whenever you called for the team’s attention for the coach, Oomimi was the first to come running but always stopped himself a few meters before reaching you, slowing his steps and suddenly becoming very interested in retying his shoes or straightening his jersey as to not make it seem like he was too eager to get to you. He knew he had an intimidating aura and the last thing he wanted was to scare you by towering over you.

And today was no exception.

Once Kita arrived the team gathered in a half circle around you and the trainer - Oomimi stole glances at you throughout the coach’s game plan. When it was time for the warm up drills, he paused in his movements when he saw that instead of dispersing like the rest of the team, the chaotic trio stayed behind to talk to you while Coach Kurosu went outside to take a phone call.

“How about it, y/n-chan?”, he heard Atsumu say loudly, “This friday night. We can go to the arcade or see a movie.“ The setter shuddered, feeling a sudden icy chill on the back of his neck but soldiered on, “Why aren’t ya sayin’ anythin’? Don’t wanna go on a date with me?”

He was sure when he turned around he would come face to face with Kita but instead he stared at the chest of the middle blocker, slowly raising terrified eyes to look at him.

“H-hey, Oomimi-san.”, he stuttered, “I was just askin’ our manager to go out with me.”

“I know, the whole gym could hear ya.”, Oomimi replied calmly.

“O-okay then. Uhm… would ya give us a bit of space so she can answer me?”

Oomimi looked at you - your face telling a detailed story of confusion and reluctance.

“No.”, he said, glaring down at Atsumu.

“And why is that?”, Atsumu asked, hoping his knees wouldn’t give out. He hated Osamu and Suna for this. Sure, the sacrifice for their cause was chosen via rock, paper, scissors but now that The Wrath of Oomimi Ren™ was upon him, he really badly wanted to reconsider, even if that would give his friends the right to his lunch desserts for the next month.

“Well…” Oomimi hadn’t thought that far. “Because…-“

“Because I’d actually much rather go out with Oomimi-san.”, you said, cheeks as red as tomatoes, “Sorry, Tsumu. You’re … okay and all but I’m not interested.”

Osamu and Suna doubled over with laughter - the latter still holding up his phone to capture the moment for all eternity.

Atsumu would have been extremely offended if he wasn’t so relieved that the giant third year was too distracted by your confession to hurt him and grabbing his brother and friend by the sleeves dragged them off to leave you and Oomimi to blush at each other in private.

I have a written inarizaki series on ao3 and I plan on uploading again! so if you ever wondered what it's like to be besties with the miya twins, manage the inarizaki team, and terrorize a bunch of teenage boys (for funsies!) then I def recommend lol

Have some old Haikyuu art I found in my drive! ft. Some of my favourite middle blockers!

Miya Twins walk (or run, because they're always late) to school for 15 minutes. Aran is even closer - his home is only 5 minutes away from Inarizaki. He usually meets the twins and Oomimi walking on his way to school.

Suna uses the metro. He either checks his phone when he's on there or take a quick nap.

Drawing a randomly generated Haikyuu character (almost) every day until I give up