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When Atsumu travels to Hyogo to visit the current volleyball club, he is shocked when he is picked up from the train station by Kita himself.
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23 Feb 2026
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After a hard day at work, Shinsuke usually ate food that was made with love; crafted with sincerity by his family's hands, served while it was warm to replenish his energy. It was an act of affection that couldn't be easily replaced with store-bought food, and the instant impression the latter food gave was just incomparable to the food that was made by a loved one. It was matchless, to say the least. No one could remake the care that was packed in homemade food.
Well, unless it was made by his own, volleyball-hardened hands.
Shit, Atsumu cursed himself. He was definitely losing his mind if he's going to attempt cooking.
Atsumu and Kita learned that love was stored in the simple act of making food, even if they were both helpless in the kitchen.
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21 Feb 2026
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"Besides, we can still be friends, right?”
Staying friends with Kita, even after they break up, is easy, so easy. Until it's not.
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19 Feb 2026
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There is something special in Miya Atsumu.
And people see that, sure. Those who care enough to look his way couldn’t deny that he is brilliant. Those who care and know enough say he’s brilliant but. Kita thinks that Atsumu is brilliant because.
Because Kita understands.
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19 Feb 2026
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”If you’re gonna send unsolicited dick pics, at least try to make it sexy,” Suna says. “Dude’s nude game is so weak I could do better half asleep.”
Osamu laughs. “Oh yeah? Proof or didn’t happen.”
From the corner of her eye, Osamu sees Suna’s eyes narrow. A blink later, a smirk stretches across her lips and her hand finds Osamu’s phone on the counter.
“You’ll regret that, Miya Osamu.”
Osamu raises an eyebrow but lets Suna disappear off with her phone without a word. Her eyes track Suna’s back as it retreats to the bathroom door and—
Her knife slips.
or; they exchange thirst traps and it escalates from there.
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16 Jan 2026