Your Mom Is Fine

Title: Tasty Chaos

You weren’t planning to start a fight.

But then Osamu opened his mouth.

“Ya look like trouble today,” he says, not even looking up from shaping onigiri.

You lean over the counter. “I always look like trouble.”

“Mhm,” he hums. “But today ya look like my problem.”

“Oh? You saying you can’t handle me?”

That gets his attention.

He glances up—slow, unimpressed, dangerous. “I’m sayin’ I already have.”

You choke. “Excuse me?”

“Ya heard me.”

—

A customer walks in.

You don’t move.

Osamu doesn’t move either.

The poor guy stands there like he walked into a live argument.

“Uh… two tuna mayo?”

“Give me a second,” Osamu says, still staring at you.

“You’re working,” you whisper.

“Yeah,” he says. “And you’re distractin’ me.”

“Sounds like a you problem.”

“Come fix it then.”

Your heart stumbles.

“…in front of him?” you glance at the customer.

Osamu shrugs. “He’ll learn somethin’.”

“I JUST WANT MY ONIGIRI—” the guy blurts.

“Relax,” Osamu says calmly, finally turning to wrap the order. “Romance takes time.”

“THIS ISN’T ROMANCE—”

You cut in sweetly, “It kinda is.”

—

The second the customer leaves, you hop over the counter.

“Oi—” Osamu starts, but you’re already in his space.

“Thought I’d fix your ‘problem,’” you say, grabbing his apron and tugging him closer.

He exhales, sharp.

“Dangerous move, climbin’ into my workspace,” he murmurs.

“Do something about it.”

He stares at you for a second.

Then smirks.

“You sure?”

“Very.”

—

The back door SLAMS open.

“OSAMU I NEED FREE FOOD—”

Atsumu Miya freezes mid-step.

You’re gripping Osamu’s apron.

Osamu’s hand is very firmly on your waist.

There is zero space between you.

“…what the hell,” Atsumu says.

Osamu doesn’t even look at him.

“Get out.”

“I just got here—”

“Get out.”

“I’m hungry!”

“Then starve.”

—

Atsumu squints. “Are ya seriously choosin’ her over me?”

“Yes.”

“Wow. I raised you better than that.”

“You didn’t raise me.”

“Emotionally, I did.”

You snort.

Osamu sighs, clearly done. “Give me five minutes.”

Atsumu grins. “Oh, I’ll give ya ten.”

“OUT.”

The door slams again.

Silence.

—

You’re still holding onto him.

He’s still holding onto you.

“…where were we?” you ask.

Osamu’s eyes drop to your lips, then back up.

“Ya were about to prove you’re not all talk.”

Your stomach flips.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.”

You lean in—slow, teasing, barely brushing his lips.

Then pull back.

“Maybe I am.”

He goes very still.

Then—

His hand tightens on your waist, pulling you right back.

“Not a chance,” he mutters, before kissing you properly this time—firm, confident, just a little bit smug.

From outside:

“I CAN STILL HEAR YOUS—”

Osamu doesn’t break the kiss.

“GOOD.”

You laugh against his mouth.

Yeah.

“Training Camp: 99% Volleyball, 1% Bokuto Losing His Mind”

Training camp was supposed to be about discipline, growth, and teamwork.

Unfortunately, Bokuto Kotaro was here.

Which meant it was actually about chaos.

“Y/N!!!” Bokuto’s voice echoed across the entire gym like a siren. “WATCH THIS ONE—THIS ONE IS GONNA CHANGE YOUR LIFE—”

You didn’t even turn around. “Last time you said that, you hit yourself with the ball.”

“That was ONE TIME!”

“It was this morning.”

From beside him, Akaashi quietly added, “And yesterday.”

Bokuto ignored that. “Okay but THIS TIME—this time, I’m serious.”

“You’re always serious,” you said, finally glancing over. “That’s the problem.”

He clutched his chest. “Wow. Wow. You wound me.”

“Good. Focus on volleyball.”

That should’ve been the end of it.

It wasn’t.

Because five minutes later, you were laughing—actually laughing—at something one of the other players said during a break.

And that’s when it happened.

The shift.

Bokuto froze mid-practice.

“…Akaashi,” he said slowly, eyes narrowing, “who is that.”

Akaashi didn’t even look. “A human being.”

“Why is Y/N laughing like that.”

“…Because something is funny.”

Bokuto turned, fully staring now. You were still smiling, talking, completely unbothered.

Unacceptable.

“I don’t like this,” he muttered.

“You don’t like most things.”

“I like her laughing,” Bokuto snapped, then paused. “…Just not… like that. Not… with him.”

Akaashi finally looked at him. “You’re jealous.”

“I am NOT jealous!”

“You are glaring.”

“I am observing.”

“You just crushed a water bottle with your bare hand.”

Bokuto looked down.

“…I’m observing aggressively.”

Before Akaashi could stop him, Bokuto stormed across the gym.

You barely had time to react before he inserted himself directly between you and the conversation like a human wall.

“Hey,” he said, way too loudly. “Practice isn’t over.”

You blinked. “We’re on break.”

“Break’s over.”

“It’s not.”

“It is now.”

The other player awkwardly stepped back. “Uh… I’ll just—”

“Yeah,” Bokuto said instantly. “You should.”

You stared at him. “Did you just dismiss a person?”

“I redirected them.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet,” he said, leaning closer with a grin that was half smug, half something else, “you keep watching me play.”

You crossed your arms. “Someone has to make sure you don’t injure yourself.”

“Ouch.”

“But also,” you added, tilting your head, “you’re entertaining.”

“Entertaining?” he repeated, offended. “I am the ace.”

“Debatable.”

His eyes lit up. “Oh yeah? Then come watch properly. I’ll prove it.”

“You’ve been trying to prove it all day.”

“And I’ll keep trying.”

There was a beat where neither of you moved.

Then—

“HEY Y/N WATCH THIS—”

He sprinted back onto the court before you could respond.

Akaashi sighed. “He’s about to overdo it.”

“You think?” you said, already walking closer.

The set came.

Bokuto jumped—

Higher than before.

Stronger.

He slammed the ball down with a crack that echoed through the gym.

This time, nobody laughed.

You blinked.

“…Okay,” you admitted, just loud enough.

Bokuto landed, immediately turning to you like a golden retriever waiting for approval. “Well??”

You tried to stay neutral.

You failed. A little smile slipped out. “That was actually good.”

“ACTUALLY GOOD?!” he repeated, lighting up. “Did you hear that, Akaashi—she said—”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” you cut in.

“Too late.”

He jogged over, stopping way too close. “So… you were watching.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Liar.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t get cocky.”

“Can’t help it,” he said, lowering his voice just a bit. “You only look at me like that when I’m doing something impressive.”

You paused.

“…What look?”

“That one,” he said immediately.

“That’s not a look.”

“It is. I’ve been studying it all camp.”

“That’s concerning.”

“And accurate.”

You shook your head, trying to hide your smile. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you were smiling at someone else,” he shot back, suddenly back on topic.

There it was.

You raised an eyebrow. “Were you… jealous?”

“NO.”

“You interrupted a conversation.”

“I improved the situation.”

“You scared him off.”

“He seemed weak.”

You laughed. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet,” he said again, softer this time, “you’re still here.”

For a second, it felt like the noise of the gym faded.

Then—

“BOKUTO-SAN STOP FLIRTING AND PRACTICE,” Akaashi called from across the court.

You choked on your own breath laughing.

Bokuto turned bright red. “I AM NOT FLIRTING—”

“You are.”

“I AM FOCUSED—”

“You just winked.”

“I DID NOT—”

“You did,” you said, grinning now.

He froze.

“…That was on purpose.”

“Sure it was, ace.”

“…Don’t call me that like that.”

“Like what?”

He looked at you for a second too long.

“…Nothing.”

Then he turned dramatically back to the court.

“FINE. I’LL JUST BE AMAZING AGAIN.”

You watched him go, shaking your head.

Training camp might’ve been about volleyball.

But honestly?

Watching Bokuto spiral over absolutely nothing was way more entertaining.

And maybe—

just maybe—

Tsukishima: no

Hinata: shutup and listen...

Okay 4 chickens are stuck in a tree

Tsukishima: i dont care

Hinata: how many feet

Yamaguchi: * listening intently *

Tsukishima: 8...can i go now?

Hinata: no! Jus listen. How many wings

Tsukishima: 8

Karasuno team: * watching the 2 interact*

Hinata: ok, how many beaks

Tsukishima: this is a waste of time...4

Hinata: ok a cat climbs the tree nd says "oh lunch"

Tsukishima: ok ur point is?

Hinata: how many teeth does the cat have

Tsukishima: how tf am i supposed to know that?

Hinata: dont u dont know the answer...? * smiles mischievously*

Tsukishima: no so?

Hinata: thats because u know more about cocks than pussy

Karasuno team: * burst into a fit of laughter*

Bakugou: squeeze them in people's eyes

Deku: yes!

Todoroki: i guess?

Shinsou: dare

Kaminari: i dare u to fix ur sleep schedule

Shinsou: how bout truth

Deku: go to sleep shinsou