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This is about Atsumu growing into love and Sakusa being there to meet him
Sixteen treats Miya Atsumu like a bitch. His hair is just the wrong shade of mustard. His skills are just rusty enough to drive him crazy. Osamu is just stupid enough to announce he’s gonna stop volleyball after high school. His bed is too short for his now six-foot tall frame. His appetite is enormous. His love for volleyball is infinite. His thirst, the need to be something, anything, is unquenchable. Somewhere along the way, he went from a skinny little kid with fuel to burn, to a lanky teenager whose eye bags never seemed to fade, whose spark never seems to dim.
Bookmarked by gяεαт_кιηg (DBerryNia)
22 Jun 2026
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20 May 2026
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"I'm sorry. I'll be home soon." He tells his soulmate. He can feel Atsumu's anger. His worry. His hurt.
But this time, when the fear almost chokes him, Atsumu replies curtly; "I'll be waiting."
Strangely, the thought of returning home— a home he believed had burned to the ground— doesn't scare him.
At sixteen, Sakusa Kiyoomi was against soulmates. That was until he met his own; Miya Atsumu.
At twenty-three, Sakusa Kiyoomi finally learns that there is more to life than divine intervention.
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- Part 2 of An Ode to Love and Life
Bookmarked by gяεαт_кιηg (DBerryNia)
07 May 2026
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team japan uses wikihow to find out if sakuatsu are dating. chaos ensues.
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Bookmarked by gяεαт_кιηg (DBerryNia)
13 Feb 2026
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“Oikawa,” he says, eyes closed. Everything is choked in his throat. He can’t look at the man in front of him. “You are the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”
He doesn’t limit it to volleyball. It wouldn’t be true, then.
“You can’t see me with your eyes closed,” Oikawa murmurs.
Iwaizumi looks at him, lifting his head. There’s tears, falling from Oikawa's eyes as if they’re scared to impose. Not a waterfall, not a river. His eyes are red and a little puffy now, his cheeks pink. Moonlight cards through his hair, dips into his eyes. There’s the pale line of his throat, and his other hand curled into a fist at his side. His face is solemn in a way it rarely is. He’s genuine, here. Rare. Raw.
“You’re perfect,” Iwaizumi repeats, eyes wide open, because it’s all he knows how to say.
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IwaOi. That's really... all I have to say
Bookmarked by gяεαт_кιηg (DBerryNia)
22 Dec 2025