Haikyu one shots

: "Caught in the Crossfire"Atsumu Miya or Osamu Miya

Yamamoto Sakura, a spirited girl with a passion for volleyball and a competitive streak, finds herself in a confusing and intense situation. She's been friends with the Miya twins, Atsumu and Osamu, since childhood. But as they've grown older, her relationship with each of them has taken on different complexities. Atsumu, charismatic and loud, has always been a bit of a flirt, while Osamu, calmer and more thoughtful, has always been her quiet anchor. When feelings surface from both twins, Sakura is caught in the middle, struggling to understand her own heart.

Yamamoto Sakura had known the Miya twins for as long as she could remember. Growing up in Hyogo meant her world was tightly entwined with the volleyball-loving brothers. They'd been there for her every step of the way—on and off the court. But as she stood between them now, an undeniable tension in the air, she wondered if they'd ever go back to how things were before.

Atsumu stood on her right, his eyes glinting with a familiar smirk that always got under her skin. "Ya coming to my practice later, Sak?" he asked, voice full of easy confidence. It was the kind of question he didn't expect a 'no' to.

Osamu, on her left, was quieter, his gaze steady but softer. "We could grab food instead," he suggested. "I know ya been wantin' to try that new place in town."

Sakura glanced between them, her heart pounding uncomfortably in her chest. This was becoming a pattern. Lately, Atsumu and Osamu had been acting... different. What used to be playful banter between the twins had turned into something more competitive, more personal—and she was at the center of it.

She forced a laugh, trying to shake off the heavy feeling. "You two need to stop making me choose all the time," she teased, her voice light even though her heart felt anything but. "What if I want to do both?"

Atsumu's grin widened, that cocky spark never leaving his eyes. "Ya know ya'd rather watch me show off on the court."

Osamu rolled his eyes but didn't push the matter. "I won't make ya choose," he said, his tone quieter, almost resigned. But there was a firmness behind his words that Sakura had started noticing more and more.

The twins had always been competitive, but this was different. Lately, it felt like every little thing turned into a tug-of-war between them—who got to sit next to her, who walked her home, who got to share their latest stories. And if she was being honest with herself, Sakura wasn't sure what to do about it.

She looked at Atsumu, his golden-brown eyes gleaming with a mixture of mischief and something else—something deeper, more intense. He was always teasing, always pushing her buttons, and yet... her heart still fluttered when he smiled at her like that.

But then there was Osamu. The quieter twin. He didn't demand her attention like Atsumu did. Instead, he offered her calm, steady support, like a constant presence she could always rely on. And when he looked at her, like he was now, there was a softness that made her heart ache in a completely different way.

It wasn't that she didn't see it—the way Osamu lingered a little longer after practice, how Atsumu seemed to be pulling her closer with each passing day. But what was she supposed to do when both of them—the boys she'd known her whole life—were making her feel like this?

"Actually," she started, breaking the tense silence, "I think I'll head home early today. You guys can fight it out on the court without me."

Atsumu frowned, a look of surprise crossing his features. "Ya sure? Ya never miss my practices."

Sakura shrugged, offering a small, apologetic smile. "I'm tired today. Next time, okay?"

Osamu nodded, his expression understanding as always, but there was a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. "Get some rest. We'll see ya tomorrow, Sak."

As she turned to walk away, she felt their gazes on her—two pairs of eyes, so different and yet so alike, pulling her in opposite directions. She needed space, time to think. Because as much as she tried to avoid it, something had shifted between them, and it wasn't going away.

The Realization

That night, Sakura lay awake in her bed, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The Miya twins had always been part of her life, but now, it felt like they were taking up more space in her heart than ever before. And she didn't know how to handle it.

Atsumu's bold confidence had always drawn her in, even when it annoyed her. He had this way of making her feel like she was the most important person in the room—like she was the only one who could keep up with his fast pace and fiery personality. Being around him was exhilarating, like standing in the eye of a storm. She could never predict what he'd say or do next, but she knew he'd always make her laugh, even if it was through gritted teeth.

Then there was Osamu. Steady, grounded Osamu. With him, there was no chaos, no unpredictability. Just calm, easy moments where she could breathe. He was the one who brought her homemade food when she was too tired to cook, who texted her to check in when she was stressed about school. He didn't need to say much, but his presence was always enough.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that her heart seemed to want both of them in different ways.

Sakura groaned, rolling over in her bed, staring at the ceiling. She couldn't ignore it anymore. The Miya twins—her best friends—were pulling her into something deeper, something more complicated. And she was stuck in the middle, torn between two halves of the same whole.

Confrontation

The next day, Sakura arrived at volleyball practice, determined to keep things as normal as possible. She wasn't ready to deal with the growing feelings bubbling under the surface. But the moment she stepped onto the court, she could feel the tension in the air.

Atsumu was in full competitive mode, spiking the ball with extra force, while Osamu kept his cool, returning every hit with precision. But it wasn't just the usual sibling rivalry. It was sharper, more personal.

During a water break, Atsumu jogged over to her, sweat dripping down his brow, his grin wide. "Told ya ya missed out yesterday. I was on fire."

Sakura smiled weakly. "I'm sure you were."

Before Atsumu could say more, Osamu appeared at her other side, offering her a bottle of water without a word. He didn't need to say anything—the gesture was enough.

The unspoken competition between the twins was suffocating her, and it was clear that they weren't going to let this go. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Can you two stop?" she burst out, her voice louder than she intended. Atsumu and Osamu both froze, their eyes wide in surprise.

"Stop what?" Atsumu asked, though there was a knowing edge to his voice.

Sakura shook her head, frustration bubbling up inside her. "This—whatever this is. The constant competing. I'm not a prize you two can just win."

Osamu's expression softened, guilt flickering in his eyes. "We didn't mean—"

"I know," Sakura interrupted, her voice quieter now. "But you're both making this hard for me. I care about both of you. You're my best friends. But... this is too much."

Atsumu's grin faded, replaced by a more serious look than she was used to seeing on him. "Sak, we didn't want to make ya feel like that. But... I can't help it."

Osamu nodded, his voice calm but laced with emotion. "Neither can I."

Sakura's heart ached. She cared for both of them, but in different ways. And now, she had to figure out how to navigate this tangled mess of feelings without hurting the people she cared about most.

To Be Continued...