Thread by @liliapocalypse

#SakuAtsu Prof Mama Miya lowkey showing Atsumu off (not Osamu, he’s taken for years now) by putting his pictures in her slides whenever she can hoping her students take an interest in him. A subtle advertising technique befitting the class. Sakusa is her student. It works. 👀+

Mama Miya uses Atsumu for memes. Omi thinks his prof’s son has no right looking /that/ hot with a bedhead. Mama Miya places family pictures whenever she can, sometimes letting the laptop linger on her wallpaper. Kiyoomi thinks the blond shouldn’t look that good in a maroon suit.

And if Prof Miya catches Omi reading through the papers pinned on the College of Architecture’s bulletin board (Mama Miya has mentioned her son’s course SO many times), hoping to know the boy’s name, what then? What if she says, “It’s Atsumu, Sakusa-kun”? Omi might just drop out.

I HAD A BRAINROT IN MISS RI’S QRTS SO Mama Miya being extra cheeky and finding ways to get Atsumu to visit her class.

“Atsumu, I forgot my HDMI cord in my pffice. Can you get it for me please?”

“I’ll treat you lunch! Meet me in my class.”

“Let’s go home together today, okay?”+

Which is how Kiyoomi finds out that Prof Miya’s advertising schemes worked on a LOT of people. Half the class stares at Atsumu whenever he stops by. They approach him and talk to him with ease. Atsumu always chats and smiles and Kiyoomi melts everytime from his corner seat. +

He can never have the courage to talk to him like that, so he gets into Mama Miya’s good graces by doing well in class. He’s not the top student, though, so he thinks he doesn’t even /deserve/ to approach Prof Miya’s son. That he is so out of Miya’s league.

Then his frustration over his classmates fawning over Atsumu piles up. So he approaches Prof Miya after class, his classmates long gone.

He almost retreats, words lost as he stands in front of Prof Miya’s desk. Still, he manages to say “Can I take your son for a date, ma’am?”

Mama Miya can’t even tamper the smile in her lips. “I’ll ask him if he agrees, and I’ll get back to you, okay?”

She didn’t mean to set him on edge, the dread and fear of Atsumu’s answer apparent on his face, but she’s so drunk on teenage pining, she wants to draw it out.

Because she knows. Oh, does Mama Miya know of the way Atsumu’s eyes lingered on Kiyoomi’s face when she showed him their class group photo.

She knows of the tremble in his hands as he handed her HDMI cord when he saw Kiyoomi in the flesh for the first time.

She knows of the way Atsumu’s eyes flitted to the corner seat towards a masked 6-footer scribbling away in his textbooks, all as he talks to Mama Miya’s students.

She knows of the way he not-so-subtly peeked at her class directory, prompting her to say, “It’s Kiyoomi, dear.”

She swivels her computer chair for full dramatic effect, because of course she’s a Miya, too. (And maybe there’ll be a new one soon.)

“Oh, I forgot.” Faux casualness laces her words, lips curling to a sly grin. “That Kiyoomi is asking if he can go on a date with you.”

“What?!”

// okay im probably ending it here (unless i get another burst of idea lol) because i really REALLY want to make this a fic now even if i have no time or skill or creativity left to do so AAAA no promises tho uni is k-wording me rn 🥲