haikyuu oneshots

miya o. | livin' the dream

x fem!reader
word count: 2232
notes: slight actor!au, post-time skip, no spoilers!
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it wasn't everyday that y/n found herself looking like a movie star, at least in her opinion anyways. she never really put too much thought or effort into how she looked but even if she wanted to, her job restricted her greatly. y/n worked long hours at a hospital around half an hour from her house as a trauma nurse which often led to disheveled appearances and strict uniform codes. not that she minded though because that had been her dream job since she started high school. and on her odd days off when she had the chance to go out for dinner or a date, she mainly stuck to more casual clothes––a t-shirt and a pair of jeans or shorts––preferring comfort over style. in fact, the last time she remembered dressing up so formally was for a wedding almost eight months prior.

but opinions are just that and if anyone asked miya osamu what he thought of y/n, he would say the exact opposite. there wasn't a moment in all of the years they'd known each other where he thought she looked like anything less than an absolute goddess. seeing her in her scrubs at the end of a long day at work made his heart race and even more so when she smiled at him with beautiful tired eyes. oh how he adored the sight of her in an old band t-shirt and baggy jeans, laughing under the streetlights as they walked back to their house after going for some late night ice cream. and don't even get him started on how angelic she looked at their wedding. eight months felt like eight seconds with her and he never wanted to forget the pounding feeling in his chest when he first caught sight of y/n in that stunning white dress.

that night, however, y/n couldn't hold back the excitement as she got ready for the event she and osamu were invited to. one night, while they were getting ready for bed, osamu had gotten a call from his brother asking if the two of them wanted to go with him to one of the biggest awards ceremonies of the year. they found out that atsumu had been nominated for several categories and didn't hesitate to say yes. osamu never said it out loud but there was no denying the pride that shone in his eyes whenever he heard people talking highly of his brother and his accomplishments. and so there they were, an hour before they were supposed to leave, fixing up the final parts of their outfits before walking out the door.

osamu heard her before he saw her. at the sound of her feet padding softly against the floor and her dress sweeping around her legs, he looked up only to have his breath get caught in his throat. there were no amount of words in any language to describe just how perfectly beautiful she looked in that moment. the dress she wore seemed to be made just for her, hugging her body exactly how she wanted, and the color complimented her skin in a way that made her look like she was glowing. y/n wore her hair down naturally only pulling a couple of strands away from her face. her makeup was also far from professional, after all she really didn't know how to do anything but apply mascara, concealer, blush, and lipstick. y/n was far from looking like a movie star but osamu only knew how to describe her as an ethereal beauty.

it took a moment for her to lift her gaze off of her fingers, where she was previously fixing her rings, but when she did, she couldn't stop the blush that quickly appeared on the tips of her ears. miya osamu was inexplicably handsome and everybody knew it. what most people didn't know was how much more attractive he looked in an all black suit. his broad shoulders, strong arms, slim waist, and muscular legs were all accentuated in that suit that did nothing to hide how physically fit he was. she didn't even try to resist the urge to reach out and touch him, almost immediately crossing the room to fix his crooked collar. y/n's fingers gently brushed against the skin of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine.

minutes passed with them staring into each other's eyes, pressing fleeting kisses against the others lips, and laughing softly at their reluctance to separate themselves long enough to leave the house. but of course, being the habitually punctual people they were, osamu pulled y/n to the door and helped her put on her shoes before leading her out to his car. the drive there wasn't very long and they managed to get there ten minutes before their scheduled meeting time with atsumu. y/n and osamu took that time to mentally prepare for everything the night would require, especially after atsumu suddenly told them he wanted them to walk down the red carpet with him. of course, they knew atsumu sprung it on them last minute to avoid the possibility of them rejecting his request but decided to go along with it anyways. after all, it was only one night and all they had to do was stand alongside him and smile for the countless paparazzi.