Blue. The color made him angry. The blue of his eyes, the blue of his breath. Sanemi Shinazugawa hated it, he hated everything about the color blue. Blue was the color of Giyu Tomioka.

"An individual meets their destined soulmate at the age of eighteen. And when it happens, it is said that the god of love, writes letters to them and help them find each other." What happens when two youngsters who loved this fairytale as a child, get theirs? (COMPLETED.) Try to lessen the dirty comments in this pure story lmao

Between the two of them, Osamu had always been more liked. Well, maybe not when it came to Sakusa, but in every other aspect. Where Atsumu was sassy and arrogant, he was mature and calmer. Where Atsumu was known for being a self-entitled asshole, Osamu got popular for his quiet yet kind nature. And where Atsumu got insecure, hiding it with layers upon layers of masks and always got in trouble with his mother, Osamu didn't notice. And neither did the team. It seemed as if he was caught in a ticking time bomb, and the situation was just waiting for the right moment to explode in order to create more damage, both to himself and everyone around him. Word count: 61.033 ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵃᵛᵃⁱˡᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵛᵉᵒᶠᵒᵘʳᵒʷⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘᵗᵘᵇᵉ › ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃˢ ʷⁱᵗ

(Not my story all credits goes to LittleLuxray on ao3) Summary : Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. (Not my story all credits goes to LittleLuxray on ao3)