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lovelyunholyc · 1 year

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hurt/comfort but mostly comfort. gender neutral. inspired by this post :')

from the moment you see him, you know something's off.

his shoulders sag just the slightest bit, and instead of his usual bone-crushing hug and a flurry of kisses as a greeting, he places only one, soft and sweet, at the center of your forehead.

this would be normal to most people, but it's miya atsumu, and you know him better than he might even know himself.

"baby, is something wrong?" you drop what you're doing on the kitchen counter in favor of catching his hand and tugging him back to you before he can walk away.

atsumu shrugs, eyes downcast, and there's a slight downward pull to his lips that would be imperceptible to anyone else. "no, i'm fine."

you scoff good-naturedly, amused that he still thinks he can hide how he feels from you of all people. "'tsumu," you admonish lightly, and delight at the pink tinge creeping up his ears at his beloved nickname, telling you that no matter how down he is, he's still pleased to hear it from you.

he plasters on a tiny smile, a pitiful fraction of its usual intensity, you know, and brings your hand up to press his lips to your knuckle. "i'm okay, darlin', don't worry."

you sigh, but let him be with a gentle squeeze to his hand. he can be so stubborn; but you know he'll come back to you eventually.

atsumu has always gone through his emotions hard, fast, and loud, much like he does with just about every other aspect of his life. you've always loved that about him, how being so vulnerable comes so naturally, how he isn't ashamed to wear his heart on his sleeve, can't seem to help himself from reacting so openly to everything around him.

you continue your work in the kitchen while he settles in for the night, setting his things down and changing.

soon enough, he makes his way back to you, all but draping himself across your shoulders, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. you brace yourself against the edge of the counter with his added weight on you, but you don't complain, only letting him melt into you. it's comforting, his warmth encompasses you entirely and soothes you inexplicably, his arms hugging you tightly to him.

you smile to yourself, turn your head slightly just to press your lips to the top of his head, soft blonde tickling your skin. "oh, my love," you breathe, taking his hands and turning in his embrace so you can then kiss at his pretty little frown.

atsumu merely grunts softly in appreciation, lets you lead him to sit at the dining table. he makes room for you to stand between his knees, and as soon as he sits, he pulls you to him, hugs you tight once more. he makes a small, satisfied sound when he buries his face in your stomach and breathes you in, and you immediately start threading your fingers through his hair, soothing at his scalp.

"what's going on in that pretty little head of yours, hm?" your voice is soft, cautious. patient, ready to help him ease his worries when he decides he's ready to share them. you feel him shiver with your touch, a wave wracking through his body, and all the tension slipping free with it, slowly, muscle by muscle. "rough day?"

atsumu just nods into you, takes a few deep breaths before he tilts his head up to finally look at you. his hair is mussed charmingly where he'd been rubbing it against your shirt, his brows and lips heavy with revelation.

"do you think i'm too much?" you've never heard him sound so small. your big, invincible, rambunctious lover, reduced to barely a whisper. you think your heart breaks.

before the heat of anger starts to spike through your chest at whoever, whatever had made him feel that way.

outwardly, you wait patiently for him to continue, to elaborate if he chooses.

"...too emotional? ....too dramatic?"

the mix of hurt and confusion in his eyes makes you want to burn the world down.

"oh, honey," you coo gently, caressing his face fondly before brushing through his fringe. you decide not to press, taking his bitten in bottom lip as a cue that he needs reassurance more than anything, a reminder. you crack a small smile, hoping he'll mirror it eventually. "dramatic, maybe, but never too much." you lean in to press your lips softly but firmly to his forehead, as if you can etch your words into his brain that way. "you're nothing i can't handle, you know."

your heart flutters just a bit when his lips do tilt the tiniest bit to the side, his eyes shining with emotion. "yeah?"

"yeah." your fingers move from his hair down to follow the line of his neck, until you get to his shoulders and massage gently at the muscles you know must be sore from practice. "do you wanna know what i really think, baby?"

he sighs contentedly as you work at the knots in his shoulders and back, and you're glad to feel the tension in his body start to dissipate beneath your fingers. he buries his face into your shirt again but nods, his arms giving you a fond squeeze.

"'tsumu, you love so loudly and so, so proudly, it makes everything else melt away. you get all soft and gooey so easily and i love you that way - i love you in every way, you know that?" he looks up at you again at that, and the way his bottom lip protrudes in a pout makes you laugh quietly. you lean down to press yours against it and feel it slip into a subtle upwards turn instead. "i think anyone would kill for the kind of vulnerability you show so naturally, 'tsumu, and everyone you share it with should count themselves lucky. i know i do." you touch the tip of your noses together, delighted when he starts to smile. genuinely.

atsumu tugs you down to sit on his lap, so he can kiss you properly. "i love you," he whispers against your lips. his eyes are sparkling so ardently, it makes you warm all over. "more than you know." he kisses you again, heart in your hands, and doesn't stop until you're breathless, and he's grinning like the world is right again.

"not more than i love you, though, pretty boy."

that makes him furrow his brows, his innocent smile molding into a smirk. he kisses you once more, deepening it with ease, like he has something to prove.

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