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“That’s okay, Sweetheart, ya take all the time to process you need. We’re–probably gonna be cozied up for the night if ya want to come back,” smirked Osamu, winking at his fiancé.
“I’ll–I’ll talk to you guys soon,” Motoya forced out, running for the front door.
“Open door policy, Motoya,” Rintarou reminded.
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Komori Motoya was a strong man. He was a professional volleyball player on a respectable division one team. He was considered one of the greatest liberos for the longest time. Hell, he was on the Japanese National Team and played at the Olympics. He was strong. Physically. Mentally? Mentally, he was a little weak. Namely, for two men in particular.
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Motoya was a liar.
He was nothing better than a wounded animal backed in a corner- he not only lied to protect himself, but to protect the ones around him.
Motoya's sense of belonging was sparse, his ability to trust was even dimmer. After running from a grueling past of a family that cast him the black sheep, as well as a disloyal relationship, he began to run out of viable reasons to live a truthful life.
The last thing he expected was to stumble into a pre-established relationship, befriending a couple tied to the only person he seemed to trust in the world- his cousin. When friends begin to leak and blur into something more, he found that he could no longer lie to protect himself.He needed to do something that he swore to never do again- open up.
(Fic is a spinoff of "Miya Atsumu's Guide to: What NOT to Do in the Workplace" I recommend you read that before indulging in this fic!)
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- Part 2 of A Guide to Love
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“What would we do in a private room?”
Naruto felt hot watching him stroke his tie between his fingers. The dancer didn't seem to like the distraction. He gave the fabric a sharp tug, forcing Naruto to meet his eyes.
“We could do a lot of things. I’m a dancer, you know…” He wrapped a few more inches of Naruto’s tie around his palm, and the latter couldn’t help himself from sneaking another look down. He bit his lip to stifle a shaky exhale.
The dancer leaned into his space, his next words rasping in Naruto's ear:
“Do you want me to dance for you, Naruto?”
Naruto was sure he'd never wanted anything more in his life, actually.
OR: Naruto is a businessman dragged to a strip club. Sasuke is a dancer after his wallet. They fall in love throughout a sweltering New York summer.
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24 Jul 2026
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“Hey, Miya—”
“I saw the sex stuff in your bathroom,” Atsumu violently blurts against his will.
Time stretches out, eternal, unending… the void at the beginning and end of all things coming to claim Atsumu as he stands in his borrowed house slippers by Sakusa’s door. There’s a ringing in his ears, or perhaps it’s the laughter of some vengeful god.
Sakusa’s expression doesn’t outwardly change. His eyes feel like they’re drilling holes in Atsumu’s head.
“It’s not sex stuff. It’s bondage gear.”
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- Part 1 of Terminal Curiosity
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When Atsumu severely injures himself on the court, Kiyoomi (reluctantly) agrees to take care of him.