Miyaatsumu Stories

the profound first love between a k-pop trainee and a prospective professional volleyball player is tested by ambition and the painful knowledge that their passions pull them in opposite directions. miya atsumu x fem! oc

After transferring schools to Inarizaki, (Y/N) met a boy unlike anyone else. To say (Y/N) and Miya Atsumu didn't get along at first would be an understatement. She could see no reason to like the arrogant asshole. But as time goes by and truths are revealed and she begins to see his true character... And it's nothing like she expected.

After years of no contact, and a history of bad clashes, Atsumu Miya finds him self reconnecting with somebody he owes lots of apologies to, with a weird cat lingering around - Atsumu Miya X reader

A story where Kita Shinsuke's little sister, a shy, socially awkward girl named Kita Y/N, ends up falling in love with a certain setter of Inarizaki. Normally, Kei-chan isn't nice enough to let you get your way, but maybe this once I'll make an exception. "You think I'm handsome, huh?" "S-Shut up!"

Wait A Minute, What Is This? My Heart Is Going Lub Dub. ㅤㅤㅤMiya Atsumu. ㅤㅤㅤHaikyū.

[𝙈𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝘼𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙪 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧] "Hey! Don't touch her!" it was Atsumu. "Why?" "Because she-" "Because i'm his priority and i belong to him." 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 !𝑼𝑵𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑫!

Akagi x Oc Title pretty much sums it all. Its about the exchange of love letters between Oc and Akagi. (crap at description, I don't own the pic, credits to the original artist. I found it on Pinterest, if thats you, and want it to be taken down, just tell me.) (On and this will probably be a short story. I'm not quite sure myself) (Lastly, I'm new at writing. This is my first one, so im sorry for the grammatical errors/misspelled words. If you do see one, don't hesitate to correct me, I don't mind.) My cousin unpublished it for shit and gigles so I decided to republish it. Good thing he didn't delete this. Anyways, thanks for those who read it :D I also chaged the title, my username and all of that because of certain things, but anyways, thanks again. Previous title - notice me, senpai.

"𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕." ⋆｡° ✮ in which the msby jackals get a new psychical therapist that's more than willing to put a certain setter in his place. miya atsumu x fem!reader

A Osasuna lovestory fanfic "SUNARIN BE MY HUSBAND WHEN WE ARE OLDER!" "I'm Miya Osamu" "Suna Rintarõ" They were childhood bestfriends ■Ships in this■ Osasuna(obviously),Sakuatsu,Akamori,AranKita !WARNING THIS MAY TRIGGER SOME READERS! - Abuse - Homophobia - Lots of cursing - 18+ scenes - A weird storyline ~I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE HAIKYUU CHARACTERS~

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆ for my girl in which miya osamu sends flowers to his bestfriend for a week, leading to the new year and the day she comes back home. ⤷ with you, there's no pretending. started 3/15/2025 ended 3/29/2025

your friends invite you to a fun last road trip before the last semester of college... a long, messy, sunburned road trip with the boys. music too loud, cramped cars, cheap motels, emotional late-night talks. you weren't looking for anything, and atsumu was supposed to be temporary.

a story where (name) had the longest crush on miya atsumu.... until he got a girlfriend. now osamu is given a chance to shoot his shot and i fear he might just bag the girl....

very self indulgent. that's all i can say about this fic :D

Sorry xx A Miya Atsumu x Depressed!Reader fic. Content Warnings •Depression •Suicidal ideation •Mentions of Suicide •Mentions of Psychiatric Wards •Self Harm •Abuse •Gas Lighting •Mentions of r*pe//s*xual ass*ult Y/N's life has been a downward spiral of trauma and mental illness, what will happen when Miya Atsumu, slowly begins to learn and witness the injustices being done to her? Will he stand up and protect her or will he join in causing her suffering? read at your own discretion.

There is no way that a silly little crush caused this no way "Now I see why you like her tsumu" Atsumu x reader Suna x reader

Osamu squints his eyes. Atsumu's weird - yes, that has already been established - but tonight, he's a little too weird, too suspicious, too creepy. If they're playing Among Us he's probably already throwing him off the space, Impostor or not. His eyes traveled to the yellow fruit on his brother's hand. To be honest, if it wasn't peeled in front of him, he'd think that it has been poisoned. "Ugh," Osamu groans. He gives his twin a disgusted look. <i>For someone who's always hungry, why didn't I just eat him in the womb?</i> "'Tsumu, I just want ya to know that I really regret not eatin' ya in the womb," he swipes the banana off of his brother's hand and then proceeds to eat it in two bites. "Hur," he said, his mouth still partially full, offering the banana peel to his brother.

"i really think your skating is beautiful." "well, i guess that makes one of us." - in which a burnt out figure skater is convinced she's lost her talent and meets a couple of boys who's determined to prove her wrong.

A book to throw together all the short stories my head creates when I least expect it. I anticipate this will have a lot of lovey short stories, one shots and otherwise short creative writings based on and inspired by the genius of Haruichi Furudate . Please bare with me as I try to put into words the things I feel when I listen to music, watch something amazing or wake up from my dreams. (These will not be reader inserts.) As a mild disclaimer - there will be foul language, there will probably be manga spoilers, and, as always, Furudate's characters belong to him.

Hello! I made this story randomly as a joke but uhm I hope you like it:) Also the reader is gender fluid!:) And Rin your bestie is non binary and lesbian btw-🕺. Also this is a wholesome story with a bit of spice and some drama hehehe

The only time a goodbye is painful is when you know you'll never say hello again. - - - Haikyu!! and all the characters belong to Haruichi Furudate. - - - TRIGGER WARNINGS death sad angst if you're sensitive read with caution - - - This is MY story. Do NOT steal