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Osamu Miya (23) owner of Onigiri Miya, your hand in marriage PLEASE

this tweet was the inspo btw:

GIVE ME A CHANCE

omg they're having a cunt off (gojo is winning, sorry geto)

“I’m expecting great things from you”

If Gojo, Shoko and Geto had adopted Tsumiki and Megumi

whining abt seeing things that don't belong in the x reader tag and then tagging your own post with every x reader tag known to mankind is fucking ridiculoushadhsdjshdhah

📬 🍜 キスさせて . . (>_★) [REQ]

[papamin au 🐅] in da rodeo we all fam 🐎

I've been loving this format so here's more of it!

I was originally thinking of doing seijoh 4 for this but I didn't know what pose to give makki and mattsun 😭

atsumu miya is cocky about one thing, and it's volleyball.

it's the only thing he can be fully confident about ( not that he isn't absolutely over confident about everything else ) and the one thing he actually excelled at.

and then there is you.

you, who managed to break down every bit of his egotistical self with just one smile that had him doubting if he smells good or not.

atsumu miya was head over heels in love with you, and that’s the least he could say about his feelings towards you.

“what are you looking at?” you ask, noticing his gaze lingering on you.

“just admiring you,” he says cheekily — and it was true, he was always admiring you.

you snort, “okay, lover boy.” you tease and he rolls his eyes, wrapping his arm around you.

you had him head over heels in love with you and you probably didn’t even realize it.

“kiss me,” he says suddenly, “what?” you utter out.

“kiss me,” he says again — he had noticed the faint tint of red on your lips, probably lip balm, strawberry? maybe cherry, who know. he was about to find out though.

you stare at him for a moment, confused before shrugging your shoulders and cupping his face, bringing him closer for a kiss.

you peck his lips and atsumu catches on to the faint taste of strawberries before you’re pulling away.

“hey!” he exclaims, “unfair.”

“what?” you asl, feigning innocence, “you wanted a kiss, i gave you one.”

“that barely qualified for a kiss,” he huffs and before you could respond, he’s holding you by the back of your neck and pulling you in for a proper kiss.

and yep, it was definitely strawberry flavored lip gloss you were wearing.

god, he’s so head over heels in love with you.