#sunaatsu

trying new ways of colouring and using atsurin to do it! 🦊⚡️🐺

Art dumps

Only—half of the time, she’d wander off for an entirely different purpose, and she’d find her way back to her uncle with a random stranger in tow—tall, handsome, perhaps a little grumpy and mean-looking.

Well.

Exactly Atsumu’s type, in short.

“Miya Tamako! Are ya trying to sell off yer uncle?” Atsumu hauls her over his shoulder when he catches her red-handed approaching a stoic man enjoying his coffee by the park benches, Atsumu’s photo card in her hand.

“It’s called marketing! And I just don’t want ya to grow old alone!” Little miss Miya reasons, keen on playing matchmaker. “Also, I told ya I want a baby cousin!” She adds with a giggle, mischief dancing between the crinkles of her eyes. She’s too precious and Atsumu adores her to bits but he truly hopes she learns about biology in school soon.

“I can’t give ya that, silly!” He sets her down and pinches her round cheeks. “How about I take ya to that kitty cafe you like, yeah?”

Tamako huffs petulantly and holds her uncle’s hand, face lighting up when she notices a familiar face in her periphery.

Suna: They be like “Do as I say or I kill you” and they fucking listen

Suna: I’d be like “Bitch, I don’t give a shit. You kill me, a zombie kills me, who gives a fuck? Not me”

Osamu:

Atsumu:

Aran:

The rest of Inarizaki:

Meian: WHY DID YOU EVEN CLICK IT IN THE FIRST PLACE?