MSBY Supremacy

Just thinking about how often you and Atsumu's kids get him confused with Osamu. Osamu is thrilled that his nieces/ nephews are giving him new ways to poke fun at Atsumu especially when it makes Atsumu absolutely livid. Like the light of his life, his pride and joy (s) calling his brother their dad??? It gets to the point where Atsumu comes sulking to you about how his kids don't truly love him and how he is replaceable until you reassure him that no one, not even his twin brother could ever truly replace him.

new father atsumu who feels somewhat awkward when people ask him, quite kindly, how your new baby is doing.

his msby teammates, journalists, well-meaning fans, it's all the same -- how is she doing? how is she sleeping? how's mom getting along?

he's heard those questions a thousand times, rehashed with minor changes depending on the day -- 'ooh, four months, sleep regression time!' or 'ah, five months, about to start teething!" -- and he appreciates them, he does. everyone means well, he can tell by the warmth in their eyes and how they ooh and ahh when he shows them a picture of the three of you.

it's not an inconvenience, really, it just presents a conundrum for him, one he'd never thought he'd encounter.

because atsumu has never been the best at brevity. he loves to talk, whether it be about his career or his opinion on something or just small talk on the bench -- but this is a whole other level. how does he even begin to articulate the joy that your tiny, precious baby has brought into his life? how does he not dissolve into a puddle recounting the way her eyes crinkle when she laughs at whatever silly action he's doing for her amusement? how is he supposed to condense those feelings into a single sentence, when he could fill a book with the details of her little habits; how she prefers her green turtle squishie above all the others and refuses to sleep without it, how she furiously shakes her head when he tries to coax her into taking a second bite of pureed bananas and looks laughably stubborn as she stands her ground, how she has started a habit of raising her hand and slapping the air whenever you bring her to one of atsumu's games, mimicking her father's serves.

and you ... whenever he's asked about you, atsumu is rendered utterly speechless. the joy you've brought into his life since you first met, every day since then, and the indescribable honour of sharing parenthood with you, is beyond his comprehension, much less his articulation.

at the risk of seeming indifferent to the well-wishers, atsumu has developed a catch-all answer that is the closest thing to honest as he can manage without blubbering and humiliating himself.

so, next time he's asked about the baby, he responds with the cheesy but earnest:

"every day's like a new gift."

boyfriend texts ! atsumu miya 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ in which! random bf texts with atsumu

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ warnings! the teeniest tiniest bit of angst at the end but there is comfort idk if that even counts as a warning?

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ a/n! was sitting in my drafts for a while hehe enjoy

atsumu opens the door to his house and is greeted by silence and a dark first floor. it’s to be expected; it’s nearly midnight, and he got stuck in traffic on the way back home from practice.

toeing off his shoes by the door, he leaves the keys to his car on the console table and uses the flashlight on his phone to help him navigate in the darkness. he climbs up the stars and hears muffled voices. it sounds like a movie.

the upstairs hallway is fairly lit, so he uses the sound to guide him to his child’s door. gently, he turns on the knob and pokes his head in. there’s a laptop playing a children’s movie on the desk, a flurry of toys on the floor, and a mother and child snuggled on the bed.

“hey, sweetheart,” he greets softly, grinning when he catches his daughter’s attention and she perks up.

“mommy,” she says, tiny hands tapping her dozing mother’s cheek. “mommy, daddy’s here.”

it's 9 o'clock in the evening when atsumu barges into your bathroom while you're taking off your makeup

“hey, babe, yer phone’s charged, right?”

his voice breaks through the quiet hum of your evening, pulling your attention away from the bottle of moisturiser you'd been trying to open for the past 5 minutes. you glance up to find him leaning in the doorway. his black dress pants and light blue button-up are long gone, now replaced with a large white t-shirt and his obnoxious 'world's best setter' boxers that he must've left in the dresser you bought for him when he started staying over more often.

“yeah, why?” you ask, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.

he holds up his phone with an exaggerated sigh, the screen dark. “mine’s dead." he sighs and you look at him confused.

"i was gonna call ‘samu—messaged me somethin’ about the shop. think he forgot to order noodles or… or whatever. can i borrow yours for a sec?”

you furrow your eyebrows, skepticism creeping in. atsumu wasn’t exactly known for prioritizing osamu’s last-minute “emergencies” unless they directly concerned him. “can’t you just use the landline?”

“the landline?” he places a hand on his chest in mock offense.

“what am i, a fossil?" you turn your gaze back to the mirror with a roll of your eyes.

"c’mon, babe, it’ll only take a minute. please?”

you stare at him and he stares back, the two of you locking eyes in a silent standoff. atsumu, for all his dramatics, was never great at hiding when he was up to something.

alas, as much as you wanted to pry, you also didn’t have the energy to argue over something so trivial when it was so late into the day.

“okay,” you breathe out, followed by a long sigh as you hand your phone over.

“just don’t mess with anything.” your eyes narrow threateningly.

“mess with things? me?” he shakes his head around, feigning shock. “never. yer phone’s in the safest hands imaginable.”

that already should’ve been your second red flag—though before you can even question him, he's got his back turned halfway out the door yelling “thanks, babe! yer the best!” over his shoulder.

a brief fifteen minutes have passed, which you only vaguely realise in the haze of beginning your book. you're comfortably tucked into the corner of the couch when he strolls into the living room. plopping your phone onto the cushions beside you and pressing a quick, warm kiss to the top of your head—he pokes your cheek.

“yer a lifesaver,” he says with a grin, flopping down beside you. “what would i do without ya?”

you offer him a glance, “what did osamu need?”

“huh?” you notice his grin falter. it's a split millisecond, but he's quick to cover it with a casual wave of his hand. “oh, somethin’ about… rice.”

you squint at him, trying to read his face. “i thought you said noodles earlier?”

“rice, noodles—same difference,” he says, getting up and walking over to the fridge to pull it open. “food stuff... y’know how he is.”

you let out a hum, satisfied with his answer. and just like that, the moment passes. your attention is drawn back to your book while atsumu rifles through leftovers.

it isn't until later that night when you're climbing into bed and reaching for your phone to set your alarm that you notice. the screen lights up, and instead of your usual photo of cherry blossoms, you're greeted by him—a photo of atsumu.

and it's not just any photo of atsumu, though. this one was pure chaos.

his entire face filled the frame, nose slightly scrunched, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, and his golden-brown eyes wide with faux innocence. his lips were puckered in an over-the-top kissy face. across the bottom of the image in bright, white text were the words: “miss me yet, babe? ;)”

your jaw drops.

“what the—?” you're immediately sitting up and unlocking your phone, going straight into your photo gallery. what you find only makes your disbelief grow, (and maybe your heart too, out of fondness).

the first photo was relatively tame: a selfie of atsumu sprawled out on the couch with his head sitting in his hand with a cheeky and flirty smile. of course, you think.

the second was him in the doorway of the living room with his finger pressed to his lips in a "shh" gesture while you sat on the couch, engrossed in your book.

and then things get progressively more ridiculous, (assuming that's even possible).

there's a close-up of atsumu holding up your favorite snack with an inflated, brash grin, almost as if he was offering it to you. the caption reads: “this one's for you, babe."

another captured him perched on your desk chair, holding your pencil like it was a quill. his nose is scrunched again, an attempt to portray his concentration as he pretends to scribble something brilliant.

it's the final photo that stops you in your tracks.

it's atsumu stood on the balcony, wrapped in your favorite blanket like a superhero while his arm stretched dramatically toward the sky. the caption read: “protector of this household and defender of snacks ;)”

you stare at the screen in silence, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. quite frankly, you couldn't tell whether you wanted to laugh or cry.

atsumu was many things: he was ridiculous, he was almost always over the top, and he was also occasionally the most infuriating person you’d ever met. but, there was one thing for certain—he was undeniably, wholeheartedly yours.

many people don't understand him the way you do. atsumu hadn’t just messed with your phone for the sake of it—he’d left you a trail of love notes that were neatly tucked behind each photo’s absurdity. it was his way of saying "i’m here, even when i’m not," without actually saying the words verbally.

and it worked.

you didn’t text him right away. instead, you curled under the blankets, scrolling through the photos again and again. your heart swelled with every outlandish caption, every childish expression, every trace of him.

eventually, you couldn’t help yourself.

you: you’re a menace.

his reply was almost instant: atsumu: a menace with a pretty face, though. miss ya, babe x

you beamed, your thumb hovering over the lock screen settings, conflicted between whether or not you should switch back the photo. though how could you? not when you already knew tomorrow would bring another excuse for him to check your phone again, just to see if you’d kept it.

so you decide to leave it—his face on your lock screen as a proud display of the world’s most unconventional love letter.

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atsumu who still uses his iphone xr despite the brand released the 16 recently.

atsumu who said that he didnt need to upgrade it yet, even though the phone is probably gonna explode soon with how easy it overheats. heck, even osamu uses the 15 pro max, so it makes you question why a professional athlete like him—who probably has their pocket bagged as hell refused to put that 5 years old phone to rest.

however, atsumu thinks the xr has a lot of sentimental values. he remembers the time he first bought the phone, and you both were unboxing it together. you'd always ask to use his phone's camera to take photos all the time when you're on dates. the times where you both would snuggle up against each other watching tiktoks on his phone at night. and the amount of calls you both had made. the phone has always been there throughout your relationship over the years. he thinks its too precious.

but it didnt help the fact that his battery died that night, and the phone never switches on again. so the next day he came home, white bag with the famous bitten apple logo while you just laugh recalling how devastated he was last night.

rinny's note: sorry for the inactivity. i ended my first semester and finally got the time to write again.

not a request, just a little treat in the parenting genre

Atsumu got this in the bag. Getting his two perfect children ready for the first day of school after summer? No problem at all.

“Whoa, what?!” Atsumu was preparing lunches in the kitchen when one of the twins ran in with the other in tow. The girl was chasing the boy, who happily ran away in a pink dress.

“I’m wearing that today!” the girl screamed, no sense of indoor voice to be seen. Or heard. The boy laughed.

“Too bad it looks better on me!” To be fair, his son did slay in dresses. But Atsumu knows his daughter really loves that particular one. As in, it brings luck on first days.

“Get that dress off right now, mister!” Now they were all yelling. “You know yer sister wanted to wear that dress today, give it back.”

“Nu-uh!”

Atsumu does not have this in the bag. Getting his two perfect children ready for the first day of school after summer? Big problem.

By the time he caught up to his kids – at the same time his age caught up to him based on how his spine complained up the stairs – they were pulling each other’s hair on the floor of their parents' bedroom. Atsumu took a deep breath in before putting on his serious dad-voice.

“Both of you. Settle down. NOW.”

The kids barely even noticed he was there.

He will be apologising to his mother again next time he sees her. Twins are a nightmare.

"I'll tell your mom!" Atsumu stomped his foot childishly when they looked up at him with wide eyes. "Why did that work?!"

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Just imagining being in a small stadium full of other parents and classmates and families to watch your son’s first inter-high volleyball match. And you keep grinning seeing your boy down there doing practice serves in the center court, a bold white 7 on the back of his black Inarizaki Jersey.

He keeps looking up in the stands at you, chewing on his lower lip as he eyes the empty space next to you in the stand. You give him a reassuring look as you mouth “He’ll be here!” To him.

Your little boy - 15 years old but always your little boy - comes up to serve at the same time as your husband nearly eats shit coming from a flat run to an abrupt halt next to you. He’s inhaling gulps of air as he lays a hand on your shoulder.

“Did I miss it??? Did they start???”

You laugh and brush his wind-mussed blonde hair away from his forehead. “No, he’s up to practice serve now.” He didn’t even change out of his MSBY uniform, he must have left straight from his own game in Osaka to be here.

Atsumu looks down at his son, who looks damn near like a ghost of him at 15 in this same court, and gives a wide grin before cupping his hands around his mouth and calling.

“OI MIYA!!!”

Your son’s dark head snaps over from where he was taking his position, he sees his dad next to you. The one he was so worried wouldn’t make it to see his first competition, and gives a matching grin before throwing a peace sign up at him.

You think you’ll remember Atsumu’s chuckle and proud look for the rest of your life.

g'morning, my pretty wife

hope you had a nice dream. you probably did, since you wouldn't wake up this morning even with the bunch of kisses I left on your face. you deserve the rest babe, especially with how quick weekends seems to pass now.

I headed out early to jog with bokuto and samu before practice, but I promise I won't miss our lunch later. you said you wanted to show me that thai place you found last week, right? can't wait to meet you there, sweetheart.

no skipping breakfast again, alright? if you're late, just call me and I'll order you some uber or something to get you to work. I know you get worried, but you need to eat at least something before leaving. don't want my princess feeling unwell later, got it? you know that I worry for you, and I'm sure you don't want me to freak out like last time.

love you with all my heart, baby. have a good day today.

with love,

your husband atsumu.

After coming home too late for dinner one evening, Atsumu agreed to let you do his makeup in return. It was the one couple’s activity he always managed to avoid, but he knew it would get him back in your graces, so he finally agreed.

You switched between sitting in front of him and practically sitting in his lap whenever he whined about wanting his hands on you, and overall, it was an enjoyable activity. You both giggled while you showed him the different eyeshadow colours, drawing little hearts on his cheeks and topping them with light kisses, and so on. 

Atsumu didn’t understand why he didn’t let you shower him with attention like this earlier.

“This is setting spray,” you told him, already holding the bottle up.

“Setter spray?” he asked excitedly, and you sighed and moved the bottle away again when he smirked. “That’s perfect for me, you know, since I’m a setter.”

“Yes, I know my own husband’s occupation. And it’s setting spray,” you corrected him, emphasis on setting. “As in settle down, please.”

He happily leaned forward and closed his eyes. “Lay it on me, baby.”

You chuckled under your breath, and the airy sound warmed Atsumu’s heart. Nothing could make him happier than being the reason you smile.

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"you shouldnt wear that,"

you were taken aback by the unexpected comment from the man you hardly knew, your mouth agape as words failed to come forth. "i-im sorry..?" you asked, your voice tinged with hesitation and confusion. the man has a bored look on his face, but his words is totally striking your pride. "you're miya's girlfriend arent you? but people cant seem to differentiate between you and a slut because of that dress you're wearing," you were really surprised by his rudeness, and the word 'slut' hurts you like shit. no one has ever called you that, and why is this random stranger degrading you like you're some low women?

"what the hell did you just say to my girl?" atsumu's voice was cold and harsh, his angry tone evident. "who the fuck are you to tell my girl what to wear?" he asked, his fists clenched and jaw tightening. before you could speak, atsumu punched the guy. a commotion ensued, and you both left the party as the situation worsened. its safe to say atsumu made some new enemies that night, and now he's enduring a lecture from you while you apply ice to his bruised jaw.

you know atsumu is not a weak man; he will throw punches if needed for you. he doesn't mind being your knight in shining armor, because it's you.

"dont mind his words, you can wear whatever the fuck you want because i can and will fight if anyone opposes," a smile formed on your lips as you heard atsumu's words.

You're staring at the engagement ring on your finger, still trying to wrap your head around how quickly everything has changed. It sparkles in the light, catching your eye every time you move your hand. You can't help but smile, remembering how Atsumu had fumbled with the ring box, nerves getting the best of him for once.

The memory of his grin, wide and unguarded, when you said yes is something you'll treasure forever. His excitement had been contagious, and soon you were both laughing, the weight of the moment sinking in. Now, as you sit together on the couch, his arm slung casually over your shoulders, it feels surreal.

"Ya know," he says, breaking the comfortable silence, "I still can't believe ya agreed to marry me."

You roll your eyes, nudging him with your elbow. "As if I could say no to you."

He laughs, a sound that warms you from the inside out. "Yer stuck with me now."

"And you're stuck with me," you tease, turning to look at him. His eyes soften as he gazes at you, and for a moment, the world fades away. It's just the two of you, lost in a shared dream.

"Couldn't be happier," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you. It's gentle, a promise of everything to come.

baby is not a baby anymore🎉