basically just Some sakuatsu one shots and Ye- Also updates are irregular cause I lose motivation easily This contains: Fluff Angst (not so much) And maybe smut This is my first story so this may be crap- Also the characters do not belong to me

we need more sakuatsu here ok wattpad. so here it is~ au, omegaverse fluff and angst requests are open❤🧡💛💚💙💜 Hearts- fluff Crying emoji or black heart - angst Flowers - au Other emoji- random skits These are a way to designate what the story is about. Hey guys so i re-read some of my work and i saw some (not all) telling tsumu to die and i don't like it. Even though its an angst or he did some thing wrong please don't call him mean things, i once read a comment that the atsumu stans are really angry that you guys comparing him to sangwoo or barry b benson. Though it was funny at first and i used these jokes , i realized that it is really really mean and i would appreciate if you guys would stop. This also goes out to all of the characters in the story. Oc's, haikyuu characters , and etc. Thank you for listening! ❤🧡💛💚💙💜💖

[OLD STORY] Dull eyes filled the world, grey and colourless. Only those who had met their soulmate could see eyes of colour. Kiyoomi Sakusa had never cared much for soulmates, so much so that any time he'd hear the story of how soulmates were destined soulmates, he blocked it out, leaving himself completely clueless to the matter. Atsumu Miya had always dreamed of meeting his soulmate, he loved hearing stories of how others had met theirs and looked forward to the day he met his own. Though years upon years passed; high school rolled around and even his brother had found his soulmate. It left Atsumu to think, would he really meet his? •••••°•••••°••••• 105k+ word total •••••°•••••°••••• #1 sakuatsu [01/23/22] #1 sakusaxatsumu [08/09/21] #1 osasuna [01/31/23] #1 possibleangst [06/09/21] #1 msby [06/18/21] #1 haikyuu [09/15/21] #4 osamuxsuna [09/15/21]

I don't like descriptions. Have fun reading.

Hi. This is my second Haikyuu Pictures book, you can go check out the first one if you'd like. I hope you enjoy :)

Just a simple Katsudeku story hope you all enjoy! Feel free to comment what you would like the next chapter to be but remember this is a KATSUDEKU story only , I might do some smutty chapter(s) if requested but don't worry I will be updating the story when I can.

An incident occurs during the training camp, now only a few people know, but what happens when more find out?? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ^WARNING^ Abuse Angst BoyxBoy Violence Drama Drugs/Alcohol Fluff Smut Swearing ^For those who are uncomfortable with these topics, please find a more suitable book, for those who stayed, enjoy!^ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *HAIKYU DOES NOT BELONG TO ME* Book cover by @twig1et (Thank you) Inspiration: @YaoiIsMyAesthetic Starting date; Tuesday, June 1st 2020 Finished date;

Updates: Daily Status: Complete Description: Atsumu is having a hard time in life. With all the negativity, rape, and kidnapping, he never thought he'd find love. Until he did, and then it leaves again. TW: Depression, cutting, anxiety, rape(slight mention), kidnapping, angst, homophobia, death.

Heh your daily dose of angst and fluff. I do not own the haikyuu characters. They are not mine. I do not own the art.

He had noticed how everyone changed. And it had all begun with his lost notebook. One day he was still fine, laughing with his friends and raising his hand during every lesson, the next he was alone and scared of speaking up. The teachers glared at him, his friends avoided him, and the only ones seemingly unaffected by whatever happened were Present Mic, Shinsou, Todoroki and Asui. Then he was suddenly sitting in an intrrgoation room, with his previously lost notebook laying in front of him. What the hell was going on? [discontinued - ending open for interpretation]