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𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨

Nights were usually cold and unforgiving to you but the heat in your cheeks negated that entirely. There was a loud ringing in your ears preventing you from hearing anything or anyone, that was until a hand shook your shoulder.

“Are you listening?” Atsumu looked worried for a moment.

“Y-yes sorry. What were you saying?” You blinked in surprise at him and moved to grab his hand on your shoulder.

“Would you like to go out with me?” Ah, that was why you were shocked in the first place. What was Atsumu Miya to ask you to go out with him? Not after he jested with you in the hallway not after he ruined the relationship of your best friend and his brother.

“You are arrogant to not realize that I have no interest in you!”

“What are you-” His shocked voice was cut off by your angry one.

“Because of your prejudice, you ruined the happiness of my best friend, and even if you were the last man on Earth I still would never be with you!” With a huff, you walked away from him, leaving him at the back of your mind.

Hell would freeze over the day you ever went out with that chauvinistic bastard.

School the next day was just as it was, your best friend was down in the dumps a bit and avoided both Miya brothers.

“It’s not your fault.” You rubbed your best friend’s, Sakura, back, trying to get her to eat the salad in front of the table. “He’s blind to not see how good of a person you are.”

“I know it’s just that he was so nice to me and got me flowers and did all these things-”

“And none of that means anything if he rejected you. It’s his loss anyways.”

“I hate when you’re right.”

“Then you must hate your life.” You both laughed and she finally started to eat her food while you ate yours quietly.

From across the cafeteria, Atsumu looked longingly at your form until his attention was taken by something Aran was saying. He could fix this or he would die trying. Not literally of course.

“What’re you looking at ‘sumu?” Osamu nudged his brother’s shoulder before taking a bite of his food.

“Nothing. Hey, can I ask why’d you reject Sakura?” Atsumu turned his head to see his brother staring at him quizzically.

“You told me she was only interested because I was in Volleyball Monthly.”

“Maybe I was wrong.” Atsumu shrugged his shoulders and looked down at his food, pushing pieces of lettuce around.

“Oh the great Atsumu Miya admitting to being wrong, will the universe stay intact?”

“Forget it.”

The bell rang loudly signaling the end of lunch, next was chemistry a class you shared with Atsumu, Sakura, and Osamu.

“Today we will be continuing with finishing our lab reports. Continue with the partners you had yesterday.” Everyone nodded but you realized that your lab partner was absent.

“Miss, my partner is absent.”

“So is mine.” You turned behind you to see Atsumu sitting a few tables over and alone at the two-person partner tables.

“Pair up and make sure to cite which sections you did with your original partner and with your new partner.”

You nodded diligently, trying your hardest to keep your inner resentment to yourself. It was not as if you did not just reject and yell at this guy last night.

“My partner and I left off at the reflection questions.”

“Same.”

Both of you kept it professional, only talking if the question required it. Though you declined to address it, the tension between the both of you was thick and anyone around you could sense it. Sakura sat with her partner and gave you pitiful eyes.

Help me, you mouthed towards her. She looked thoughtful for a moment before dragging her finger across some papers and forcing a paper cut on her finger.

“Miss, I got a paper cut. Could I go to the nurse’s office?”

“Yes, pick someone to accompany you.” You thanked whatever higher being for your teacher being a little laid back in times like this.

“Hey, could you escort me to the nurse’s office?”

“Yeah sure. We can finish the rest with our original partners.” You nodded amicably at Atsumu who kept his head on his paper and waved you off.

When you got into the hallway you thanked Sakura endlessly who just laughed at your groveling.

“I thought I was the only one who had a problem with the Miya twins. What happened with you?” Sakura put pressure on the paper cut on her finger causing her to wince slightly. You paused in your step only now realizing you never told her about Atsumu’s confession.

“I yelled at Atsumu last night after he confessed his feelings for me.” Sakura’s eyes widened to saucers and her jaw dropped open.

“You what?!” Her hands dropped and she began shaking your shoulders lightly. “Just because I have a problem with them doesn’t mean you have to!”

“Atsumu was the one who advised Osamu to reject you. If I accepted his feelings that would be some violation of the girl code!”

“Oh my god! Go back to him and accept his proposal!”

“No! I told him he compromised your happiness and that I would never date him!”

“Think about yourself for once! He could have made you happy!”

You ignored her notion and continued to walk towards the nurse’s office. Sakura continued to chatter mindlessly about your stupidity among other things until you arrived at the location.

Sitting outside the office you pondered the basis on which you rejected Atsumu. It had only been a day and yet you were already questioning the validity of your decision. Were you a fool? No, you could never be a fool, especially when rejecting the awful Atsumu Miya.

Sakura emerged from the nurse’s office just as the bell rang and you both made your way back to the class to confirm with your teacher about your absence.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you girls about a volunteering opportunity. As you know I am the advisor for the volleyball team and we are in dire need of help in practice.”

“Volleyball?” Sakura’s voice was small and you could sense the hope of dating Osamu light up in her again.

“I don’t think we could, the practices are long aren’t they?”

“I’ll do it!” Sakura had a wide smile on her face that made you nearly facepalm.

“I know you’re hesitant but if it would help I could offer a recommendation for college in return?” This woman was good at convincing you, she was a nationally recognized chemistry teacher. It would look amazing to get a letter of recommendation from her on your application.

“Thank you. I’ll do it.” You said it with a tight-lipped smile.

You quickly sent a text to your mom about being home late and continued on to your last class of the day, English. Today was a silent work day to finish up any last-minute details on your literary analysis essays.

Silent thanking yourself for finishing and submitting it digitally last night you worked on finishing some of your other homework. You worked diligently until you heard the teacher call your name.

“Could you help Mr. Miya with formatting his works cited page?”

“Yes, I can.” You smiled dutifully and quickly walked to the front of the classroom. Curious eyes followed your figure but you paid them no mind as you leaned over slightly to see what the issue was.

“The indentation keeps getting messed up.”

“I would not recommend doing it by hand, try using a citation generator.” You turned the computer slightly towards you and began to pull up a citation generator.

“Thank you. Sorry for-”

“No problem.” You cut him off before he could finish, knowing full well he was going to apologize for his actions the prior day. You walked away before he could get in another word and walked back to your seat.

Some in the classroom glanced at Atsumu’s regretful face and your face of indifference in wonder. What had transpired between the two of you?

When you showed up to the volleyball practice after school the whispers had spread to teammates of Atsumu. They glanced at you more than once and slowly it started to make you uncomfortable.

“Hey Sakura, do I have anything on my face?”

“No why?”

“Everyone keeps looking at me.” You wiped the side of your face somewhat aggressively.

“That’s because everyone thinks something happened between you and Atsumu.”

Your hand stopped and you rolled your eyes in annoyance. Sakura giggled at your expression and went back to helping to set up cones for a drill.

The players had started their laps which caused you and Sakura to lounge around on the sides. Everything had been set up already so there was no work that needed to be done, now it was the waiting game.

“Who do you think is going to be done first?” Sakura said, while not diverting her attention from the shooter game on her phone.

“My bet’s on Suna. What about you?” Your bored tone seeped through your words as you mindlessly played snake on your phone.

“I’m betting on Atsumu.”

“Don’t feed his ego. He’s got enough arrogance as it is.”

“Girls, can you help pass out towels?” Your teacher called out to you and you both got up and picked up the towel baskets.

In the distance, you could hear heavy footfalls so you prepared to start handing out towels rapid fire. The first person who entered was Osamu.

“Here.” You shoved a towel towards his chest before Sakura could, knowing full well she would use it as an excuse to start chatting with him. He’s not good for her. Not in the slightest.

Sakura stared glumly at your attempt and began to playfully glare at you. Then the next person came, it was Suna. She handed him the towel with a smile and a nod, he thanked her and made his way into the gym.

The third person entered, Atsumu was sweaty and panting but had a large smile on his face. This time Sakura beat you to the punch and shoved a towel into his chest.

“Here.” She took the same tone you had with Osamu and wore an indifferent face. Atsumu nodded in thanks and quickly rushed into the gym to avoid the glares from both you and Sakura.

One by one players trickled in and you both were soon finished handing out towels. The coach had asked you to start the washing process so you both headed toward the laundry room.

“I didn’t think you would get angry at Atsumu.” You glanced at Sakura who was staring straight forward.

“I may disagree with your decision but I’ll always have your back.” She nudged your shoulder and smiled widely at you.

“He’s not good for you, you know?”

“He is, it’s just his brother got in the way that’s all.” Sakura shook her head and pushed open the laundry room door with her back.

“Any man who places someone else’s judgment above his own is a coward.” You plunked down the basket on top of the dryer.

“Who says he’s a man?” Sakura wiggled her eyebrows at you in amusement and you laughed.

“Fine then boys or men.”

“He just trusts his brother like I trust you.” You paused your motions of dumping the towels in the washer.

“Maybe you’re right.”

“I’m always right.” Sakura had a smug smile on her face.

“We both know that’s a lie.”

You both continued the conversation until you made your way back to the gym.

There was a lightness in the air as they just finished up a mock match. Shouts of victory and groans of defeat rang out as you and Sakura helped to clean up the cones from the finished drills on the side.

Atsumu paused his victorious shouts to look at you. Was his judgment of your friend, Sakura, really wrong? He shook his head and got his mind back into practice, now was not the time to be considering this possibility. Osamu stole a quickie glance at Sakura before his head was pulled into a noogie by Aran who ruffled his head.

When practice ended you walked quietly home only to hear loud talking behind you. Just your luck, Atsumu, and Osamu were walking right behind you. Picking up your pace you were unavailable to escape the both of them as Osamu shouted out to you.

“It’s dangerous to walk alone at night!”

“I’m perfectly content.” You gave him the cold shoulder and continued to walk silently.

“We’re going in the same direction anyways, what harm could it do?” Atsumu glanced down at your figure as he walked alongside you.

“Fine.” You were already too tired to fight them and what harm could it do?

All three of you walked silently, a car would pass by every now and then but other than that it was quiet.

“Thank you for helping out at practice.” Osamu smiled lightly at you.

“Your advisor offered volunteer hours who was I to pass it up.” Your cold shoulder made both twins shudder slightly. They shared a look and knowingly they both decided to be silent. Their words could only harm the already fragile relationship they had with you.

Your house came into view and you bid them goodbye quickly. Jamming your key into the front door lock the cries of your mother came into earshot.

“Mom, what happened?”

“Moonshine!” She sobbed. “The window was open. She got out!” Your mother descended into hysterical sobbing and you comforted her the best you could.

“I’ll put up lost and found signs tomorrow. Yeah?”

“Thank you!” Your mother had been emotionally attached to this cat ever since you adopted Moonshine from the shelter. Her reaction, though dramatic, was sincere in every right.

You pulled your computer from your bag and began to format a lost and found poster. Some details, a phone number, and the last thing to decide on was the photo.

“What photo do you want to use?” Your mother attempted to show you but each time she found a picture of Moonshine in the camera roll she descended into tears again. At some point, you gently grabbed the phone and chose a picture that best captured Moonshine.

“There, all done.” The next step was getting your mom to bed as she would be no help in this state. “You should go to bed, Mom.”

“Alright.” She pulled you in for a hug and her arms squeezed you uncomfortably. “Don’t disappear on me too.”

“You know I won’t.” You chuckled lightly at her antics and brought up her up to her bed. The posters were soon printed with whatever was left in the printer and you rushed out the door to start putting up posters.

It was 1 AM when you finished and you drudged back to your home and collapsed into bed. When you woke the next morning not one person had seen the cat so you got ready for school.

School was tiresome as usual but the lack of sleep you had gotten really to you. You found yourself dozing off during lunch which Sakura quickly reprimanded you for.

“Sorry.” You muttered into your wrist as Sakura tried pushing some of your hair back to get a better look at your eyes.

“What happened?” There was a knowing look in her eyes that made you sigh.

“Moonshine went missing.”

“Do you need help looking for her?”

“No, she’ll turn up eventually I just hope it's soon.”

“Yeah so do I.”

Unbeknownst to you behind both of you were the Miya twins who were working towards their table. The wheels in Atsumu’s head started turning as he made one realization: he had to find that cat.

When the bell rang you were grateful to find your lab partner back and you both quickly finished the lab report. Using the time to check your phone for any messages about the cat you failed to notice the occasional glance Atsumu threw your way.

“What are you staring at?” Atsumu coughed a bit in shock at his lab partner catching him.

“N-Nothing.”

“Yeah right.”

He quickly changed the conversation back to the lab report which they were able to finish just before class ended. There was tension in the next class as you realized that seating arrangements had been changed. Everyone stood at the back of the class awaiting instructions.

“Today we will be reviewing an adaption of Pride and Prejudice whilst reading the book. For our next unit, you will write an essay comparing and contrasting the two works.”

Some cheered, many groaned.

“Minato here.” Your teacher points to a desk in the front row. They continued until the table in the very back was the only one left. You dared not look to your side as you realized there was only one person left; Atsumu. “And finally, you both here.”

While you nodded in understanding, your inner consciousness cursed out the teacher for pairing you up with him. The teacher continued the instructions but it seemed Atsumu was more focused on your hand moving gracefully across the page.

“Weirdo.” You whispered under your breath as you caught him staring. He quickly snapped out of it but a small part of you blushed at the fact he was paying you attention so intently.

“The person you are sitting next to you will be your discussion partner so get to know them well.” The bell rang soon after and you rushed to meet with Sakura before volleyball practice.

“You’ll never guess what happened?” You cried into your hands.

“What?” Sakura sat down next to you.

“I got paired up with Atsumu for the next English unit!”

“Oh, I thought it was something more life-changing.” She shoved your head slightly in an effort to get you to understand your dramatics.

“It is life-changing! He is awful and I am going to go to jail for murdering him!”

“He’s not that annoying, get over it and suck it up.” She pulled you up to drag you away to the gym.

“For someone who is supposed to be my best friend you sure are rude.”

“That’s the only way it’ll get through your thick skull.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know this skull is very nimble!”

“Oh yeah let me check.” You tried pushing away Sakura’s hands which were knocking against your head. Eventually, you both dissolved into giggles and finally made your way into the gym.

At this point, you realized that no one told you about the polishing work done on the floor and you promptly fell to the ground.

“Ouch!” Just as Sakura was about to offer her hand, another hand emerged in your line of vision. You grabbed the closest one and it just so happened to be Atsumu’s.

When you got up your eyes connected with his and there was a small moment where you thought of how his hand felt. It was rough but warm, warmer than you thought possible.

Atsumu did the same and indulged himself just for a moment and thought of how your hand felt in his. Your hand was softer but firm, your hold on his hand was strong.

A throat clearing nearby alerted you both to drop your hands and you stepped away, returning to Sakura’s side. The coach called you over to set up some drill and while your back was turned Atsumu stared at his hand.

He turned away and flexed it outward at his side before shaking his head and focusing his mind on the game at hand.

“Start your laps!” Everyone began to run outside, putting on their outside shoes.

You and Sakura took the same positions as last time but instead of Sakura handing Atsumu the towel you did.

“Here.” There was no force or aggression in your voice, it sounded like a small whisper.

“Thanks.” Atsumu bowed his head slightly and went on into the gym.

On the other side, you vaguely watched Sakura bashfully smile at Osamu who was returning it with a smile of his own.

The practice ended a few hours later and you walked home, reluctantly accompanied by the Miya twins. It was silent as before but while your head was turned down towards the sidewalk the twins exchanged glances over your head.

Osamu gestured slightly for Atsumu to make some kind of move but he resigned and looked away. You turned to your street just before Atsumu could say one last thing and waved bye at them.

The door opened with the usual creak but what you found shocked you slightly.

“Oh, honey! Someone came by with Moonshine!” Your mother proceeded to kiss the cat on its back again.

“I didn’t get any messages about the cat. How did-” You put your bag down near the door and walked slowly towards your mother on the couch.

“It was a boy, wanted to remain anonymous he said.” Your mother was too engulfed with Moonshine to fully question the situation but you sure did.

“Who Mom?”

“I don’t know. Oh but he had yellow hair, isn’t that strange?” She giggled slightly before again playing with Moonshine.

“Strange indeed.” You spaced out for a moment. Why did Atsumu Miya of all people have to find this cat? Furthermore, why did he want to be anonymous?

“Dinner’s in the fridge but I promised that boy I would give him some food. You wouldn’t mind dropping it off right?” You smiled at your mother who was cradling Moonshine like a baby. How could you say no to that?

“Fine, but we’re getting a tracker on Moonshine’s collar alright?”

Your mother laughed at your overprotectiveness but nodded. She sat back for a moment before putting Moonshine next to her and continuing some work. You, meanwhile, walked into the kitchen to find freshly cooked lasagna with a sticky note on top with an address.

“Pemberly Street it is.” You sighed at the sticky note before picking the lasagna up and quickly grabbing your bag. A walk would do you good and for returning the cat you did not mind making a small walk.

The wind began to pick up as you walked closer and closer to the address but you paid it no mind. Almost like the universe had it out for you just as you arrived at Pemberley Street rain began to fall hard onto the pavement.

“Son of a-” You ran to the stoop trying your best to shield the lasagna from the rain. Incessantly ringing the doorbell, you waited till someone answered the door.

“Coming!” The voice of Atsumu Miya made your heart pick up in speed more than you would like to admit. “Sorry about the wait…” He trailed off seeing your slightly damp figure.

“My mom sent me to give you this.” You held the lasagna up to him and he looked down at it confusingly. “Thanks for finding my cat.”

Just as you turned to walk away lightning sounded off in the distance and Atsumu grabbed your hand to stop you. You turned and found him looking worriedly at you.

“It’s raining, you can’t walk back.”

“And who are you to decide that?” You dryly replied, eyes glaring directly at him.

“Listen I know-”

“No you don’t-”

“I do!” His shout startled you. “I was wrong. I was wrong to judge you and your friend when I didn’t know anything about the two of you. Ok?” His voice got quieter towards the end as he let the emotions consume him.

“I-” He sighed somewhat annoyed at your lack of response before motioning you to join him inside. You obediently followed him and looked around at his home.

“My parents are out for the night and ‘Samu is at your friend’s house, apologizing profusely.”

“Why? Why is he apologizing now?” You said it quietly while making your way from the main entryway to the living room and then the kitchen.

“I told him to.” You scoffed at him.

“So what he listens to everything you say?” You shook your head and laughed slightly.

“He trusts me. Don’t you have people you trust too?” Atsumu bumped past you to open someone in a nearby cabinet. His words made you truly pause for a long moment.

He was trying to protect his brother right? Just as you would Sakura in any instance.

“You did what you thought was best.” You muttered it so he could not hear it.

“What?” Atsumu turned from the cabinets to you with his eyebrows laced in confusion.

“Nothing. I need to call my mom. Let her know.” You brushed him off quickly to step into another room. Dialing the phone quickly you waited till your mother answered.

“Honey, where are you?”

“I’m at the Miya's, the rain got too bad so I’m staying here for the time being.”

“I’ll pick you up in the morning, I don’t feel comfortable driving in the rain.” You understood her reasoning but it nonetheless infuriated you.

“Fine. Bye.” Your clipped words made your mother sigh on the other end.

“Bye, dear.”

You sighed tiredly and rubbed the bridge between your eyes. Great now this.

“You always talk to your mom like that?” You turned to find Atsumu leaning on the doorway.

“Rarely, only when I’m annoyed.” You crossed your arms over your chest and looked anywhere but at him.

“Good to know.” Atsumu laughed cheekily before he walked towards you and forced your chin gently up with two of his fingers to stare directly into his eyes. It was only now that you fully process the actions of the past few days.

I should hate him. I know I should but I can’t find it within myself to actually hate him.

“What’re you thinking?” Atsumu leaned closer to you, whispering in your eyes. Your cheeks were inflamed just as they were just a few days ago.

“You’re a decent person.” He paused waiting expectantly for your next words. “You did a horrible thing but I was mean too wasn’t I?”

“You cared about your friend like I did my idiot brother.” He pushed a strand of your hair from your face. “Besides, their probably confessing their feelings right now.”

“Oh.” You stepped back slightly and pushed him slightly away. Somehow this all felt very sudden, so soon, so now?

“What?” Atsumu’s eyes darted around you as you stepped back.

“This is all very sudden with everything. And I don’t think I like you.” That was a blatant lie that even Atsumu can read.

“That’s a lie and you and I both know it. Why can’t you just admit your feelings for me?”

“That is mighty presumptuous of you!” You gulped and took a step back making contact with a wall.

“It’s not. Not when I see you blush anytime I’m near you. Or when I hold hands with you and you lean in. So why can’t you just admit you have feelings for me?”

“I can’t! Because admitting that I like you means that I was wrong!”

“Why? Why can’t you be wrong? Just this once?”

“I don’t- I don’t know. I just can’t explain how my heart beats faster when I think about you or when my stomach feels like it's about to explode when I make eye contact with you. I don’t know!”

“You have consumed my every thought, you have bewitched my mind and I like you for god's sake!” The conviction in his voice made everything fit together, the feelings, the sensations, the everything!

“I like you.” You whispered it before taking a few steps forwards toward Atsumu. “I like you.” You grabbed his face in your hands. “I like you.”

“I like you.” He laughed slightly before finally pulling you into a kiss. The yelling beforehand faded into the past as the both of you became consumed with one another. Eventually breaking apart you stared, dazed, up at Atsumu.

“Wanna go on a date?” He scoffed slightly and laughed.

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

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emmyrosee · 1 month

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“Daddy?”

Atsumu immediately leaps a foot in the air from the small voice of your son, standing on the side of his bed, small arms cradling a stuffed duck. You’re not quite sure what woke you up- your husbands leap of terror, or your son’s tiny, frightened voice.

He groans and smacks a hand over his face, “bud, it’s the middle of the night. It’s too late to try and scare daddy to death.”

“Sorry,” he pouts. You close your eyes and sit up with a grunt, and he offers you a small wave, “hi mumma.”

“Hey, Kousei,” you hum. You press your fingers into your eye sockets, “what’s going on, sweetheart?”

The three year old digs his foot in the carpet, before flicking big brown eyes up at his dad, “know how look f’ monsters, daddy?”

Atsumu nods exhausted, “yeah, I do. What about them?”

“Man in my closet says no sleep.”

Atsumu immediately tenses up, your own eyes flying open as you look down in terror at Kousei.

“….who said that?” Atsumu chokes.

“The man in my-“

“Yeah, okay,” he squeaks. “Good to know I heard you right.” He looks over at you, eyes pleading for support, but when you nod towards the door, he shakes his head in fear. “Just- okay. Come on in bud.” He lifts the sheets for Kousei to climb in, which the small boy does.

You scoff, “isn’t that something you should discuss with your wife first?”

“You can go talk to the man in his closet, I’m all set,” he mumbles, kissing his son’s head.

You sigh and scrub your eyes, “should I get hisako?”

“No. She’s braver than us, she’ll be fine.”

“Alright.”

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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year

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the walls are thin - ch3

in which atsumu is your college neighbor with whom you share a wall. previous | ch3 | next [masterlist]

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this has happened before. this isn’t some new phenomenon taking you by surprise. this has happened many times before, actually. this isn’t out of the ordinary for your overly sexually active, inconsiderate, unknown neighbor.

but for some stupid reason it feels out of the ordinary for atsumu. not miya atsumu, the name on the door of your irritatingly thoughtless neighbor, but for atsumu, the one you texted for two weeks straight and that commented on every single one of your vacation photos with silly inside jokes and who called you to talk about his first day back at volleyball practice.

you knew this time was coming sooner or later, or, in hindsight, you should have. he didn’t just magically change who he was because he met you and he admitted it himself, he only really started hanging out with you because he wanted to fuck you. and you don’t blame him for that. your motives were similar at first.

the shift from strangers to flirting strangers to friends was a bit more difficult than you thought it would be, especially when you haven’t really moved on from the whole flirting bit or the whole wanting to be more than friends but not wanting to ruin the rest of your last college year bit.

you know him now. maybe not know him, but you know enough, more than nothing, so being here, consciously listening to the first time that atsumu has fucked someone since you moved from nothing to something just isn’t sitting right with you. not that you can even really focus on the noises if you wanted to, not with all of this thinking going on in your head.

your stomach drops.

this actually probably isn’t the first time that he’s fucking someone since you met. he probably picked back up on this routine the second that volleyball stopped for spring break and the realization is really making your stomach hurt. the thought of him with someone else, texting you before and after, is having too much of an effect on you.

the only saving grace is that you can’t hear them, not the beds or the impact, but them. you’re not sure you could’ve ever recovered from that, not now. the air of the situation has already changed just from knowing him, but if you had to hear him too, you’re not sure you could have continued down this path of friendship. more than that, it feels like a betrayal, creepy maybe, and, at the very least, weird for you. you feel like a stranger in your own home. you can barely think as you swallow the lump in your throat. there’s so much on your mind, so many feelings swarming around you and you can feel every single one on your skin even if you can’t identify some of them.

and underneath it all, a small but persistent sting.

you can’t be here a second longer.

even as you close your door softly behind you, your chest feels tight. through your entire walk, your chest feels tight. you’re no longer in your room, but you can still feel the rhythm beneath your sternum. you shake your head, arms, all the way out to your hands, trying to get this feeling off of your body, sitting in anticipation as you wait for a response to your knocking.

“not fucking this again, you’re lucky-,” maki says, hushed but forceful, throwing open the door. whatever was about to come out of his mouth dissipates in his throat before it can even reach his tongue. he moves aside from the door, giving you plenty of space to leave the openness of the hallway. his features quickly morph into concern and now you’re feeling bad that you’re making it somebody else’s problem.

he locks the door quickly and pulls you into his room. only when his door is also shut and locked behind the two of you does he speak, “what happened?”

you’re silent for what feels like the better half of an hour, though realistically you’re sure is a handful of minutes. “‘ts stupid,” you mumble, shaking your head. you still feel small, but you’re starting to feel a bit more normal as maki wraps his fingers around your forearm.

from the second that he saw you, he knew that whatever happened had something to do with your previously shitty turned okay turned shitty again obviously neighbor. he asks anyways, “did atsumu do something?”

you don’t try to, in fact, you actively try not to, but the events are too recent, mind too swarming to have as much control as you’d like; you wince at his name. despite everything you’re feeling, somehow you’re still able to focus on maki as he warms, mouth opening to spout something loud, but shutting to be replaced with a calm exhale. what he really wants to do is go over there at this exact second, but what he needs to do is just be there for you.

you shrug your shoulders a bit, pathetic laugh leaving your chest at the pure familiarity of it all, “lover boy’s at it again.” the confusion that takes on maki’s face is gone just as quickly, waiting for you to explain rather than make assumptions. you continue, “it’s been three weeks with nothing and then -”

maki interrupts you, sitting on his bed and smoothing the space next to him. you sit, back against the wall, legs crossed, head hanging. you explain everything to him and it’s hard to remember that all of this happened just a few hours ago. the lunch, the weird thing atsumu said to you, the hurt that you noticed on his face, the note he left you, the cactus, your feelings every step of the way.

by the end of it your head is on maki’s pillow facing maki whose head is also on his pillow and he has the slightest, feather-like, ghosting touch on your hip and you’re slowly forgetting the distress you were in earlier. maki’s always had that effect on you, really.

“you’re welcome to stay over until-,” he starts, but you cut him off, shaking your head.

“no, i have to…,” you pause. have to what? “i have to do it, stay over at my own place and stuff. i can’t keep hiding at yours every time something happens,” you reason, and it feels good coming out of your mouth. it feels like progress. “i will take you up on that offer tonight, obviously, because i’m not moving from this very spot.” there isn’t much space between the two of you, but you’re determined for their to be none, scooching closer, forehead resting on his shoulder.

“tomorrow night i’ll sort myself out, wear headphones or something, i don’t know.” as you shrug, your arm moves against his, just another reminder of how close you are to him.

the two of you sit in silence for a minute and it’s nice to be able to not feel like you have to keep talking in an attempt to feel better. you pull back, just a few inches, to look at him, “but it’s nice that you’d let me stay here indefinitely,” you smile, a real smile, a lightness returning again if only for a moment.

he presses a soft kiss onto your forehead. “unfortunately,” he jokes, “i would do just about anything for you, so.”

“i think that’s pretty fortunate for me,” you laugh softly, and you really do mean it.

/++/

you make true to your promise. the next day you stay in despite how much you want to leave your room and go anywhere else.

> maki ♡ / 12:32 am > futon/bed is open if tonight’s too much btw

< 12:32 am < should be okay < but ty < will update you tomorrow < wish me luck

> maki ♡ / 12:33 am > nah > you don’t need it

the anticipation is almost worse than it just happening. you wait and wait and wait for the inevitable noise to come, but it doesn’t. by 1 am you’re wondering why you just haven’t gone to sleep yet. by 2 am you know that it’s because you want to know if something is going to happen. by 3 am you can barely keep your eyes open and he’s done it again, inadvertently fucked up your sleep schedule.

two more nights go by and nothing, both peaceful, quiet nights that you would’ve killed for at the beginning of the semester. now even these feel sour.

it really can’t get any worse than this.

/++/

> miya atsumu / 11:23 am > are you avoiding me?

shit.

in the span of these three anticipatory days, you hadn’t seen atsumu, not in the hallway or around campus. that could potentially have been on account of you not being in your dorm building except to sleep and avoiding common student areas like the plague. potentially.

you weren’t necessarily avoiding him, just the places where you had the highest chance of running into him. there’s a difference.

< 12:01 pm < lol no

> miya atsumu / 12:03 pm > prove it. let’s go get lunch

shit.

/++/

you get there first, set out a small blanket in the far corner past the busy areas around the student union. of course you agreed to go and of course you felt like you might puke but you couldn’t just avoid him for the rest of the year and the longer you waited, the worse it would get.

at least you had time to prepare yourself, fiddled with the lunch that you had grabbed, told yourself everything would probably be fine, tried to anticipate whatever his reaction would be to how awkward you were inevitably about to be. you try to keep your head down, like you couldn’t care less about when he’s coming, paying attention to your phone. this, of course, just means that his voice, all the way from across the lawn, scares the shit out of you.

“i can’t believe you tried to ghost me,” he says loudly, voice traveling, catching the attention of a few too many people, completely negating the quietness of the spot you’ve chosen, arm outstretched, pointer finger perfectly in your direction as he closes the distance between the two of you. “after i watched your plants, bought you lunch, got you a cactus?”

shit shit shit shit shit shit. if it were anyone else, there would be a moment of fear, of terror, like you’ve certainly fucked something up, but with atsumu that wasn’t the case. his tone is light, perfectly airy, really, harboring a teasing nature that means the difference between fake annoyance and real. and there’s laughter bubbling up from your stomach, taking over the pit that has been sitting there since you first got his text message.

you really try not to let him win, to let him back into your good graces as easily as you’re about to. though, you’re actually not sure he’s done anything wrong in the first place, not when you’re the one that basically turned him down, not vice versa. he’s still here, still trying to be your friend, still making an effort.

“i know where you live,” he shouts.

just like before, you feel all of your resolve slipping away. your lips upturn, smile wide as you let the laughter come in waves, clutching at your stomach when the feeling doesn’t stop for some reason. he takes a seat beside you, “come on, yn, people are staring. it wasn’t that funny,” he smirks.

still throwing tiny flirts and inside jokes in your direction.

he’s looking gorgeous yet again. you only notice it, unfortunately, when he’s sitting right next to you, shoulder pressed up against yours, stealing a grape from your fruit cup. he’s to blame, really, for looking that good stealing your food.

“i’m sorry i’ve been absent the past couple of days,” you say, and you mean it too much to care about how genuine it sounds in comparison to your typical taunting.

you wait for him to keep it up, the poking fun, or at the very least ask you why you were gone, all outcomes that you really didn’t want to deal with. instead, however, he takes another piece of fruit from the plastic cup, “no sweat.” he shrugs, “just don’t do it again.”

you exhale something adjacent to a laugh, “alright, yeah, deal.”

he reaches over once more, hand open and moving towards your fruit cup. you smack his shoulder, “oh my god, get your own.” it’s effortless, the playfulness that comes out of you, and it’s making you feel like the past three days never even happened. he pauses and looks like he’s deep in thought.

“nah,” he reaches forward again. this time a smack doesn’t do it, because despite you hitting his hand, wrist, forearm, wherever you can reach, multiple times, he just keeps pushing forward. there might be a metaphor somewhere there.

you grab onto his arm, “are you kidding?” it takes more of your strength than you’re willing to admit, wrapping both arms around his bicep and trying to pull him away, but he just keeps on. “i paid 5 whole dollars for that,” you groan, voice strained by the effort of your attempts as you practically crawl on top of him. he pulls his arm back further like it’s nothing at all to counteract the weight of your entire body on his arm, laughing as he does so. you make one final attempt, springing forward.

“‘tsumu, seriously.”

and then he stops, blush spreading across his nose and cheeks. he clears his throat, doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s staring at you and you’re 100% certain that his blush is contagious. you don’t know whether to tease him or apologize or just carry on. you let your arms hang around his, knees on either side of his thigh.

eventually, you lean back into the balls of your feet, creating a bit more distance between the two of you slowly. it’s like your movement made the moment real, made it come back to life. he smiles, shakes his head. “you’re something else, you know that?”

all you can do is smile proudly, still frozen in this position and a tiny part of you, the smallest goddamn bit, wishes that there was something off about the interaction, but you can’t find a single bitter feeling anywhere.

/++/

that night, you hear it. the second that it starts, you’re worried that it’s going to send you back into whatever that was again, but the only worrying that you actually end up doing is worrying about worrying. the thumping is soft. even in your bed, you can barely hear it. most of the time it fades into the background and only once every few minutes are you reminded that it’s even happening.

still, you’re convinced that any minute now all of that is going to change, the pace is going to pick up, the noises are going to get louder, you just know it.

and then you fall asleep. during the lull between soft reminders, you drift off and in the morning you don’t really know what to feel. you just feel… normal?

you spend all morning worrying, then, that this normal is a false sense of security, that it’s going to start a weird cycle where you ditch atsumu for three days straight again, but while you’re getting ready, atsumu knocks on your door and offers to walk you to class even though his class doesn’t start until 10 and is on the other side of campus just because you mentioned that you get lonely on your 9 am walks in a passing text message during spring break.

the two of you walk to your class and atsumu tells you to meet him for lunch and you’re looking forward to it. you’re not even thinking about last night. maybe that’s because last night wasn’t too disruptive, but even still, you don’t spend the next nights waiting for something to happen. it just feels normal.

it’s much less frequent than before, still happening every few days, but not nearly as often as before you knew him. though, you traded constancy for knowing him. it didn’t matter how far between those nights were, they were different now. not completely, of course. you still drowned it out with your headphones, still went to go study instead of just sitting around and dealing with it, but it was the times that you didn’t leave that were really different.

before you used to just get annoyed at every noise that wasn’t a bedpost against your shared wall. the thumping was bad, but at least it was consistent. the squeaking, the moans, the muffled voices, now they weren’t just annoying. now you could see everything so clearly in your head. you had a face, a body, a personality to attribute to these actions.

every time these thoughts would start and your imagination wandered, you curbed it quickly. you didn’t let yourself indulge in them, only got so far as to tilt your head and listen closer one time. it felt like a breach of privacy, like you were betraying trust he didn’t even know he was instilling in you.

the sounds were easy enough to ignore, sure, but the feeling of the wall against your shoulder? that was a little harder to feign oblivion to. the thumping was sending waves through your entire body and even though you weren’t listening, you could picture it so clearly in your head, not the rhythm, but his rhythm. the abstracts of these actions were becoming so human, so atsumu.

when you close your eyes you can see him, but you don’t see him over his shoulder or like a movie, no. you see him like you’re underneath him, like you’re the one making him shake the wall. you take a deep breath, hands moving on their own as they pull your headphones off, setting them on your side table so gently, like if you were too rough, atsumu would be able to hear you.

your heart is beating so violently against your chest and there is a tiny voice in the back of your head telling you that this is probably a bad idea, but you can hear him now, muffled but still audible, the groans and deliberate small praises. you slide your palm over your neck, squeezing gently, following your body down, digging your own nails into your collarbones, skimming over your chest. if you weren’t so aware that these noises had been going on for some time already, you might have teased yourself a bit more, let you feel yourself a bit more, but his moans are getting more desperate and you can’t hold yourself back.

your hand is slow as it moves between your legs, two fingers slipping between your lips and you’re almost embarrassed at how wet you are already. whoever else is in that room is sobbing, crying out his name and it’s not your voice, but you imagine that it is, like you’re the one he’s turned into this babbling mess.

you push two fingers inside of yourself and it’s not enough, not big enough, not long enough, but it’ll do for now. you move your fingers in time with the thumping against the wall, getting faster when he does.

“yeah? is it good?” he says, words punctuated by a faster pace. “tell me how good it is.”

“‘s so good,” you say under your breath, shoving another finger inside of yourself, other hand digging into the fat of your hip just like you’re imagining atsumu would.

“reach down and rub that fucking clit,” he groans through gritted teeth, the banging of the wall getting a bit less consistent. “fuck, that’s good.”

you move your other hand down, rubbing small circles into your clit as you finger yourself as fast as his pace is letting you. a whine is trapped in your throat, coming out in the form of a small, low hum as you roll your hips onto your fingers.

“deeper, atsumu, deeper, please,” you hear someone cry.

you know that you should probably feel jealous, and you do, but more than anything you feel yourself flood, your entire body warm as your sloppy hole quivers around your own fingers, around atsumu’s cock. you feel delusional.

“not yet. not until ya’ve earn it,” he growls, “tighten that pussy around me. milk my cock.” the moan tears out of you without warning, throaty and taken, barely audible, mouth agape as you tighten around your own fingers. it’s not just what he’s saying, it’s how he sounds while he’s saying it, that fucking accent - thicker and stronger than any other time you’ve heard it. you’re shaking, your own mind deceiving you, telling you that one day you’ll coax it out of him, take him so well that you can barely fucking understand him.

you’re so close, so fucking close, but you don’t want to finish until he has, want to hear him as he comes, pay close attention to what he sounds like so you can play it on repeat everytime you fuck yourself

“good girl,” he says, and it’s like it was made for you.

you’re whispering thank yous under your breath. you’re convinced he can hear them, that he knows how grateful you are for them. “gonna come,” you warn him.

“‘m almost there, fuck,” he grunts and the wall shakes harder, harsher. “fuck.” his voice is throaty. his breathing is labored, heavy. and then the walls stop shaking. a single strangled moan rips from atsumu, a string of mumbles and obscenities that you can’t really make out follow and you come all over your fingers, fucking yourself through your orgasm as your walls flutter around your all-too-small fingers.

you pull your hands from between your legs, resting them at your side, chest rising and falling so heavily that you’re surprised you’re still conscious. fuck, you were going to need a minute to recover.

she obviously is not given that luxury. you hear some murmurs and mumbles, hear the bed groan, keys jingle, and a door open and then immediately shut. if you wanted to, you could go over there right now and see exactly what he looks like after something like that, but you can’t really move, couldn’t get up from your bed let alone put proper clothes on and walk over there despite how tempting that sounds.

after everything clears, you’re waiting for the regret to sink in, for the guilt to take its place, but it doesn’t. sure, it feels a bit taboo, but if you really regretted it, you wouldn’t have kept doing it. you wouldn’t have kept listening, kept masturbating to it, wouldn’t have stayed up waiting for it to happen.

and you’re not sure if it’s a good or a bad thing, how easy it was for you to face him during the day, to ask him how his nights were and to flirt with him in the same way that you used to. your relationship stays the same, good, great even. you continue to hang out just as much as you used to despite the fact that you knew things about him and his sex like that maybe you shouldn’t have known.

you learned things, patterns, kinks, all because atsumu was perfectly inconsiderate, maybe cluelessly oblivious.

it wasn’t just the one time that she left minutes after everything was said and done, it was every time. in fact, if you really wanted to, you could, without even listening for the click of the door, go over there without catching her just on the basis of how consistent it was.

you knew that he loved to hear his own name during sex, moaned and panted and screamed and whined. he asked for it frequently, for them to call out his name, always seemed to be motivated by it.

you knew that he loved to be deep throated, but that no one could really take him as deep as he wanted to go. you wouldn’t admit to anyone the lengths you’ve gone to attempt it, even bought a new dildo just to open up your throat and to reach deeper and stretch you wider than your fingers could now. it felt so good, reached so deep. you could picture it as atsumu’s, use it whenever he boasted about how deep he was inside of you, how big his cock was, how well you took him.

you knew that his head is sensitive, could tell exactly when someone was paying extra attention to it based on his whimpers alone. you knew that there was one time that he got fingered and you have never heard him react so much to one thing. you knew that he loved to come deep inside, would ask if he could between sweet kisses, and when he got a positive response, he was gone in seconds.

you knew that he loved dirty talk, though most of his partners usually left that up to him. the stunned silence that dirty talking right back could result in is something that didn’t happen enough, not when he was so fucking good. he deserved it all and thensome. he deserved everything that he wanted all at once, wrapped up in a neat little bow.

and it just kept happening, this weird cycle of finding out more and more about atsumu’s sex life intercut with the two of you casually hanging out finding out more and more about atsumu’s life life.

but sometimes the stars would align, sometimes they had a hand in each other in ways that you could have never even dreamed of.

/++/

“do you have lunch plans, because you do now,” atsumu says in one quick string, jogging to catch up with you when he spots you on campus on his walk back to the dorm.

“i actually already do have lunch plans,” you say, “but if i didn’t-.”

he cuts you off, face twisting into evident confusion, “just cancel them and come hang out with me instead.”

“no can do,” you say, shaking your head for emphasis, “i’ve bailed on them like three times already i think….” you pause, counting on your fingers, “for you. every time.”

“great, so one more isn’t that big of a deal,” he says, still walking along with you as you walk towards your rendezvous spot.

you laugh, “you know i think your persistence is cute, but it’s just not going to work this time.”

“but i don’t have lunch plans,” he complains.

“you could come have lunch with us,” you offer. you’re not sure if he’s going to go crazy for the idea, but at least it might be better than eating alone.

“yea, right,” atsumu furrows his eyebrows, “i don’t think so. your friends don’t like me very much.”

“you’ve never even hung out with them,” you reason.

“i met your one friend that one time and i don’t think he likes me,” atsumu replies and despite the fact that you’re still walking towards lunch with your friends and despite the fact that he knows that, he’s still following alongside you.

“i don’t think you liked him very much,” you retort.

atsumu’s silence seems like a pretty strong tell, but then he speaks up, “yn, he called me the volleyball guy.”

“that’s a compliment, probably.”

“ha ha,” atsumu fakes.

“come on,” you say, taking his hand in yours and dragging him along, “let’s go have lunch with my friends, tsumu.”

he narrows his eyes at you, mouth about to open to protest, but he just can’t. “i never should have told you how i feel about that nickname.”

“well, then i’d never use it,” you point out.

he’s quiet for a beat. “yea, no, that’s much worse.”

/++/

when you approach the picnic table, atsumu’s hand in yours, oikawa is the first person to notice you, shooting a questioning look your way without notifying the rest of the guys who are arguing over god knows what. be cool, you mouth. the smile on oikawa’s face doesn’t exactly read cool, it reads more mischievous.

you absolutely made a mistake.

“yn-chan!” oikawa gets up, yanking iwaizumi up with him and moving around to the other side of the table with matsukawa.

“what- what are you doing?” iwa asks, very evidently confused as to why oikawa is disrupting him in the middle of a heated argument. “yn can sit by issei, why are-.”

he’s not.

“no! it’s okay! maki’s saved you a seat,” oikawa explains, waving both you and iwa off.

the argument ceases, attention turns to you as a broad topic, but the focus is absolutely on the interlocked fingers between you and atsumu. now you have to make the choice to drop his hand or be confident about it and you’re not sure you can do either one. and, on top of that, worry about the fact that you’ve really just brought atsumu into the foxes den without even thinking.

though, atsumu never does leave you hanging. and, like always, he usually does surprise you.

atsumu tightens his grip on your hand, holding tight as he picks his arm up and throws it around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. you know that he’s soaking in the expressions that it’s elicited. slight tinge of anger on one, confusion on another, surprise on another. you just wish that you could somehow warn him about oikawa’s look of confounded vex.

“atsumu’s going to be joining us for lunch if that’s cool,” you say, not waiting for a response as you sit down next to hanamaki. you assume it’s going to be weird, moving in time with atsumu draped on your shoulder, but he follows your lead. when you’re both sitting on the bench, he withdraws his arm, placing both forearms on the table after offering a small wave.

oikawa, you knew, could infer without even knowing his name, maki’s already met him, but you’re not sure that issei and hajime are completely understanding the extent of what’s happening, why oikawa is on offense right now.

“so, how do you know yn?” oikawa asks, an iced coffee straw between his teeth.

“well, we met because we live next to each other, but now we’re best friends,” atsumu explains and you don’t have to look at maki to know he wants to hit him right now.

but this question wasn’t to provoke maki; it was to silently explain to the other people at the table what exactly was happening. iwa and issei instantly look gobsmacked. you don’t even know if they try to stop it, but if they do, they’re doing a terrible job.

“ah! that’s right!” oikawa chirps, “that neighbor we’ve heard all about.”

everyone is quiet for a second, waiting to see how atsumu will respond, but he doesn’t give oikawa nearly enough of a reaction. “well, i’m oikawa, this is iwa-chan, matsukawa, and you already know maki. of course, you know maki. anyone who knows yn knows maki.”

“yeah, we’ve met,” maki responds, smiling at oikawa’s description of him, “how’s volleyball?”

you shoot oikawa a warning glare as iwaizumi and issei start a conversation with atsumu about volleyball. watch it, you mouth. oikawa just looks confused, but you catch the slight smile that he throws in maki’s direction.

the conversations are split now. atsumu is talking to iwa and issei, conversation shifting from volleyball to iwaizumi’s goals for the future in athletic training. even with all of the shenanigans that oikawa’s already executed, atsumu is deep in thoughtful conversation with half of your friend group and if it isn’t making your heart swell up for some reason.

you lower your voice for only the otherside of the table to hear, “if you don’t knock it off…”

“then what, yn?” oikawa smirks.

“i’m going to bring hajime into this,” you narrow your eyes. it’s always a gamble bringing up hajime with oikawa. sometimes it works like a charm, a perfect pacifier to a fired up oikawa, but sometimes it backfires, just driving oikawa in the exact opposite direction of where you’re trying to get him to go. maybe you shouldn’t have bet on hajime today.

“no one likes a tattletail,” oikawa whispers, “you’ll see.”

the anticipation is back, something that you really didn’t want to return for a while. you’ve had enough of it this semester if you’re being honest. atsumu stays, thankfully, paying attention to his half of the table, laughing along with the two men about whatever they’re talking about while you face maki.

he’s not necessarily talking to you about anything in particular, just about his day and updating you on the situation with one of his old coworkers, telling jokes and just being maki. when he mentions something stupid, something unreasonably funny, it takes you by surprise, letting your head fall and clash against maki’s shoulder, holding the other one in your hand as laughter bellows from the two of you as if you were alone.

all at once, you’re taken out of the moment as you feel a hand rest on your thigh, long fingers spanning over the fabric of your skirt, curling around the hem. you slowly bring your head up, arm still resting on maki’s other shoulder and maybe this was oikawa’s plan all along, to get you to sit between maki and atsumu and feel it as much as you’re feeling it right now.

if only that were the case.

oikawa butts in on atsumu, matsukawa, and iwaizumi’s conversation, completely disregarding whatever they’re talking about. “hajime and i are together,” oikawa says, throwing his arm around iwaizumi’s shoulder, pulling him closer in a very familiar way.

“oh, that’s great,” atsumu says, evidently confused at the relevance and the disruption.

iwaizumi grabs oikawa’s wrist, throwing it off of him, “you’re being weird, kawa. you don’t even put your arm around me, i put my arm around you if anything-”

oikawa ignores him completely, “you know, that reminds me of something!” he points repetitively at atsumu as if he’s remembering something for the first time that he has to blurt out or he’ll never remember it again. he leans forward like he’s telling a secret.

no.

“y’know, maki and yn used to date,” oikawa says in a tone that you would use to tell someone a fun fact. atsumu stills, hand withdrawing from your lap as he turns to face the two of you. your hand is lingering on maki’s shoulder and you don’t want to move it because then it seems suspicious.

you turn to face atsumu, letting your hand drop from maki’s shoulder. you can’t read the expression on atsumu’s face again. you’re not a fan of that feeling.

“really?” is all atsumu asks, nothing more.

you clear your throat, “yeah, during freshman and sophomore year when all of us became friends in the first place.”

“hm,” he hums, and everyone is just waiting for something more, a bigger reaction, a scoff, a confrontation.

but atsumu never does leave you hanging. and, like always, he usually does surprise you.

atsumu snakes his arm around your waist, protective grasp punctuated by his fingertips digging into your side, the pads of his fingertips brushing against your skin as he pushes them under your loose shirt. he pulls you closer to him, slides you across the bench, away from maki, your side now pressed up against his. “yeah, but you’re just friends now, so,” atsumu shrugs and continues on with his conversation that oikawa interrupted previously.

maki and oikawa look more shocked than atsumu did. there’s a slight trace of annoyance on oikawa’s features, but maki’s is just complete shock, not animosity, just shock.

the rest of lunch goes by without another oikawa fueled hitch.

/++/

today could’ve gone a lot differently.

if oikawa wasn’t oikawa and atsumu wasn’t atsumu then it would’ve gone very differently, you’re sure. one very important difference being that you wouldn’t be here, in bed, about to fall asleep only to be woken up to that familiar sound. or, at the very least, if things would’ve gone much differently you would’ve felt too bad, too awkward, too guilty to pull the dildo from your bedside table even though you really had no intention of fucking yourself tonight.

you liked these nights the most, the ones where you were able to take it all in, tease yourself just like you’re sure he was teasing her. you could listen and be patient and follow along so nicely, but you don’t get that same luxury tonight. it’s all very quick, very fast paced and atsumu is being uncharacteristically quiet.

when he slips inside of her, you can hear the snag in his breath, and you mimic it, pushing the dildo inside of you. then you feel the vibrations. you really feel the vibrations, harder than you’ve ever felt that. it doesn’t feel like just your wall is shaking, it feels like your whole room is shaking, it’s harsh.

“fuck, is that good?” atsumu asks, the first thing he’s said all night and you can’t believe how much you missed his voice. mmhm, you whine. you can’t make the dildo fuck you as fast and as hard as you know atsumu is going right now. your arm won’t move that fast, not while feeling the stroke of his entire cock. it’s not as good as he is and you know it.

“tell me,” atsumu huffs, and usually it’s muffled, but you feel like you can hear it clear as day, right in your ear, “tell me i’m the best you’ve ever had.” your hand stops, motions cease. did you hear him correctly? it sounded so clear, you can’t be mistaken. maybe you’re making things up or putting meaning to things that aren’t really like that. you shake it off, hand moving again trying to match his speed.

he’s already out of breath, panting, and you’re realizing that the reason you haven’t been able to really hear her is because she hasn’t stopped making noise this whole time, a low, monotonous crying that hasn’t changed a bit.

“tell me,” he says, voice just as harsh as his movements.

“fuck, atsumu, you’re the best i’ve ever had.” you can’t imagine it’s not the truth. the same sentence falls out of your mouth.

“yeah? i’m better than him?” he asks, groans getting more possessive, pleas getting more desperate. he can’t even wait for her to respond, needs to hear it now. “tell me, fuck, tell me i’m better than him.” you can’t breathe. it’s not a coincidence. it can’t be. you’ve listened to atsumu have sex enough times to know that this isn’t just some kink thing that he likes. this is pointed. this is fueled. and you know exactly by what.

she listens quickly, which is fair considering that this is probably the best she’s ever felt, despite not really understanding what he’s asking her to say, “you’re so much better than him. fuck, you’re so good, atsumu.”

“yea? ‘m bigger than him, make you feel so much better than him,” atsumu groans, no longer asking, room shaking as he chases his high, “fuck need to fill you, please, fuck.”

“yes, fuck, fill me.”

“gonna fill you so full, make you feel so much fuller than he can, every drop just for you,” he whines. shit, you wanted to hear those whines in your dreams.

“every drop for me,” you whimper, pumping the cock in and out of you, clenching around the thickness, so fucking close despite the few times you couldn’t help but stop.

“just for you, -” he grunts, pretty little scream hitting him and you’re sure that tonight wasn’t just incredible for whoever he was inside of right now. it’s not the scream that sends you over the edge, but the beginning sounds of your name that fall from his tongue but are quickly cut short.

you push the dildo out of the way, body and mind exhausted by whatever just fucking happened. you count the seconds until this person is gone from atsumu’s room. the lock clicks, door opens, then slowly shuts. in the quiet of the aftermath, you hear a heavy sigh and a loud, “fuck!” followed by another softer sigh.

maybe you had more of an effect on him than you thought.

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fabraies · 1 year

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TRIAL BASIS DATING ft. ATSUMU MIYA

sfw + no warnings. if the man wants a relationship with you, he’s going to have to work for it. ﾟ｡ ꒱

SECOND TEST: PLEASE-PICK-ME-UP-I’M-PISS-DRUNK

“Honestly, where did you even manage to find a guy like him? Were you born with a clover leaf in your ass ?” You friend grunts as she tries to pick you in your drunken state up. It was no later than 2 in the morning, and yet, your lovely boyfriend Atsumu miya was waiting outside of the club, car keys in hand, nervously looking around for any sign that you’re doing okay.

“Leprechaun.” You hold an index up, correcting your best friend, “Actually, scratch that. The whole country of Ireland.” You frown.

“So you’re aware that you’re incredibly lucky to have landed yourself a guy like him ?” Your friend takes a moment from pulling you through the light stained floors to raise her eyebrows at you.

Of course you’re aware. You could not be more aware of how lucky you got, especially now that it’s already started raining outside, and yet the blond shows no sign of moving anytime soon. It melts your heart, and it even makes you slightly nervous because, what if don’t manage to love him the way he deserves? What if you don’t love him the way he loves you?

Before your brain fills with what ifs, your friend manages to pull you through the club’s doors, and you find yourself in your boyfriend’s arms. You don’t have to open your eyes to know it’s him; the slight sent of mahogany and lime are telling you just exactly what you need to know: that you’re home.

A soft kiss is placed on your jawline, a few whispered words accompanied with it, “Come on, Princess, you had your fun, it’s time to rest now.”

You don’t argue, all you want to do is get a good night’s sleep until the consequences of your actions hits you like a truck tomorrow morning.

The car doors close, the engine is revving, and your consciousness slowly gives out. Your head hits the car console, and you can hear some rumbling at the back of the car until something soft is slipped under your head to rest on.

You definitely drift off to sleep somewhere between your boyfriends gentle head-scratching, and the sound of the car engine being turned off. And even though you’re not sure when exactly you fell asleep, you do know one thing: you love Atsumu miya with all your heart.

You wish he knew what you meant when you silently mumbled an ‘I love you’ under your breath, even though, deep down, you’re pretty sure he did.

note. this is very very short but very very sweet so hope you enjoyed! ﾟ｡ ꒱

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Comparing You to Their Ex-Girlfriend

Featuring Osamu

Osamu Miya x Fem! Reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, arguing, under appreciation, mentions of ex’s, mentions of alcohol, Atsumu being the voice of reason 😵‍💫

AN: I’ve been wanting to continue this series for a while and I figured who better than our favorite Twin, Osamu 🥰

*Atsumu fans please don’t come for me, I adore him I promise 🥺

You and Osamu had been dating for a little over a year and what a year it’s been. Filled with tons of highs and equal lows, you and Osamu had navigated it all together.

When you’d first met Osamu, he had just opened his first Onigiri shop and things were hectic, but you somehow made it work. You’d visit him whenever you could, stop by to support his business and even stay late helping him clean up after close. You were the epitome of a perfect girlfriend and yet, sometimes it felt as if your good deeds went unnoticed.

You knew Osamu didn’t purposely ignore you, he was just busy being a business owner. The stresses of the early mornings and equally long days were hard on him. Still, you wished he’d occasionally throw a “thank you” or a “what would I do without you babe” your way. Nevertheless, you continued to thanklessly help your boyfriend whenever and wherever you could.

On one particularly busy Friday night, you swung by the shop to help Osamu close up, excited that he was leaving the shop in the care of his valued employees so you could spend so much needed quality time together. You pushed open the door, announcing your arrival as you did most everyday, only this time, you were not met with your usual chipper boyfriend.

“I’m here!” You shouted, the door sitting behind you as you placed your coat and purse on the coat rack besides the door, a welcome addition to the cozy little shop. The kitchen door slammed open as Osamu immediately started in on you.

“Dammit Yn you are so late! What took you so long? I’ve been cleaning all by myself!” He shouted as you looked at him, a bit taken aback by his hostile attitude.

“Geez Mr. Grumpy, I’m sorry I’m late but the train was packed, and I had to wait for the next one. I did text you,” you clarified, walking over to the counter as Osamu huffed and turned heading back into the kitchen as you followed.

“Well, I sent everyone home early because I assumed you were coming to help me, but I guess I shouldn’t have because I pretty much did everything myself,” he growled as you stood by the kitchen sink, eyes narrowed on your unusually hostile partner. He was never this mean, never this rude to you.

“Samu, I said I was sorry, ok? Geez it’s not like I don’t come and help you every day after I work a full 8 hours. I even take the train opposite my normal station just to be here to help,” you recalled, trying to keep your cool. Surely something had happened today to warrant this.

“You act like I’m forcing you to be here Yn! Like I’m making you help me out with my store!” Osamu exclaimed as you crossed your arms over your chest. You were done being patient and forgiving.

“I never said that Samu! I offer to help you and I’m always glad to help but you don’t need to yell at me especially when you can’t even spare a thank you half the time for all that I do for you!” You roared, pissed off that he seemed to be blaming you for the free help you offered him.

“Don’t act like you're such a saint Yn! You weren’t here through any of the hard stuff like Amy was! Now she was a real saint!” Osamu hissed as your eyes widened and you took a step back.

Amy was Osamu’s ex-girlfriend and someone you had always felt inferior too. When you had met Osamu, he had told you about how Amy had left him shortly after opening his restaurant, stating that he never had time for her. Osamu was a broken man when you met him, and you worked to help pick up the pieces. He worked long hours, sometimes 7 days a week just to avoid being alone. When you came into the picture, that all changed as you helped him manage his store and make time for himself, cherishing every small moment you had with him.

Tears welled in your eyes as you stood tall, your eyes locking with Osamu’s as you spoke, “Well if Amy’s such a saint, then why don’t you call her up and ask her to come help you close shop because I’m done!”

You pushed open the kitchen door, quickly moving to grab your purse and coat as you swiftly left Onigiri Miya. Osamu stood still as a statue, his mind flooded with guilt as the words he had spoken to you rang over and over in his mind. He snapped from his stunned state, running to the door as he made his way outside to try and catch you.

“YN!! YN!” He shouted, the streets flooded with people as he looked all around for you, only you weren’t answering him, you weren’t there.

You cried as you walked to the train station, your vision blurred from the mascara that flooded your eyes and cheeks. You sat down on the train, pulling your phone out and calling Atsumu.

Your relationship with Atsumu had been relatively strong since he visited his brother's restaurant often with his teammates. You valued Atsumu’s opinion no matter how idiotic it might be at times. The phone rang as you waited for the star setter to answer his phone.

“Hey YN, what’s up?” Atsumu cheered as your voice broke, and you started crying harder.

“A-Atsumu,” you agonized over the phone as the atmosphere of your phone call suddenly changed.

“YN! What the hell? Are you ok? Where’s Osamu?!” He shouted as you began crying harder, surely clearing the entire train car with your blubbering.

“I-I think Osamu is still in love with Amy!” You cried harder, a sigh escaping Atsumu before he spoke.

“Trouble in paradise? I always told you that you were too good for him Yn, but I’m confused, why do you think he’s still in love with that squealing pig? She left him!”

“He-he told me that I’m not as good as she was and that-that I’m not supportive like she w-was,” you responded, snot now running down your nose as you wiped it on your coat sleeve, not even caring how you looked.

“YN, Samu can be a jerk sometimes, trust me but he loves you. There’s no way he would go back to Amy after all the shit you do for him.”

“Well, he never acknowledges all the help I give him, nor does he ever say thank you!” You shouted back as Atsumu sighed again, rubbing his temple.

“Samu adores you YN and he always brags to me how you come after work to help him and how you stay super late just to make sure he gets out at a decent time. He really does appreciate you Yn,” Atsumu countered as you rolled your eyes, frowning angrily that Osamu bragged to everyone about how you helped him but yet never seemed able to spare a single word of appreciation.

“Yeah, well now he’s going to have to figure it out himself because I’m done! And don’t try to talk me out of it Atsumu, your brother is such a fucking asshole!”

“Hey Yn, you ain’t telling me anything new. I’ve been telling people he’s an asshole for 20 some years!”

You talked with Atsumu for a few more minutes before arriving at your home station. You bid him a farewell as you made your way home, swinging by the connivence store to grab booze and drink snacks to drown your sorrows.

Osamu locked up his shop, his mind elsewhere as he made his way back to his apartment. He had been on autopilot since you’d run out, the words he spoke continuously looping in his mind. How could he have said those things? He no longer harbored any feelings for Amy and hadn’t for a long time. He knew shortly after he met you that you were the one for him. You were just as devoted to his dream as he was, and you were always so happy to help him in any way you could.

His phone rang as he entered his apartment. He was hoping it was you but instead he was greeted by the annoying picture of his twin brother flashing on the screen.

“What?” Osamu growled, answering his phone as he heard a chuckle coming from the receiver.

“Messed up big time didn’t ya?” Atsumu laughed as Osamu grew more annoyed by the second.

“What the hell did you call for?” Osamu hissed back as Atsumu cleared his throat, his tone suddenly becoming serious.

“Just wondering how you're going to make it up to her. You really did it this time man. She called me completely heartbroken from the train station,” Atsumu responded as Osamu felt his chest tighten. Sure, he had felt like a jerk before but now he felt like a complete asshole.

“What do I do Sumu? I love her and I really fucked up this time. I brought up Amy which was a fucking low blow and I know it. Worst of all, YN is a million times more supportive than Amy ever was,” Osamu acknowledged, sitting on the stool at his kitchen counter.

“We’ll have you told Yn that?” Atsumu asked as Osamu played with a pen on the table.

“Told Yn what?”

“God you really are an idiot! And here everyone thought I was the stupid one! Have you told Yn how much you appreciate everything she does for you? How she comes after working all day to help you clean up? Or how she makes sure you get out at a decent time? Or even how she stands outside advertising your stupid new onigiri recipes that sometimes taste like absolute garbage?”

Osamu paused, looking up and staring at the picture of the two of you outside of Onigiri Miya. It was one of the first pictures you’d had taken together, and it was right after whirlwind sales day. His mind tried to recall all the times he had thanked you and all the things he had done to show his appreciation. His mind came up blank.

“Fuck! Fuck I haven’t even told her thank you once!” Osamu shouted, grabbing his keys and running from his apartment to the street below.

“Damn not even once Samu? And people say you’re the nice twin?”

“Shut up ya idiot!” Osamu snapped as Atsumu chuckled.

“Go make it up to your girl, ok? But remember who saved your relationship! I want an Onigiri named after me!”

Osamu ignore his brother as he quickly hung up the phone and ran to the station, tapping his feet as he waited for the train to arrive. Thankfully it wasn’t busy as he boarded and waited for your stop.

He ran from the train, booking it across the city as he made his way to your apartment. He took the steps two at a time as he pounded on your door, out of breath as he waited for your answer.

The door opened slightly, your eyes narrowing on his as you slammed the door right in his stupidly handsome face. Alright he definitely deserved that.

“YN please! Please baby- please just listen to me. I know you hate me, and you have every right too. I was a completely selfish jerk, and I said some awful things to you. I’ve taken advantage of all your help and kindness, and I haven’t even bothered to once acknowledge it. The truth is that you’ve done way more for me than anyone ever has, even Atsumu. You loved and supported me and never once complained about it,” he breathed out, tears welling in his eyes as he continues,” I know I don’t deserve you YN but please just know that I love you and I wouldn’t be where I am today without you.”

Behind the door, your eyes flooded with tears again as you listened to his words. You loved Osamu more than anything and while his words stung, you knew he said them out of anger. While it still didn’t make it right, he had come all this way to apologize so the least you could do was hear him out. You turned around, opening the door as you peeked at him, his beautiful eyes meeting yours.

“What you said hurt Samu. It gutted me when you brought her up,” you cried as Osamu deflated. He knew what he said stung. He hadn’t met for his anger to get out of control like that. He knew he had to fix this.

“I’m so incredibly sorry for bringing her up Yn. I don’t have any excuse for what I said. Amy never gave me what you give me. She never supported my dream like you do and that’s why I love you so much Yn. You’re it for me,” he whispered as your eyes again flooded with tears and you opened the door, pulling him into an embrace.

“I love you too Samu and I’ve only ever wanted to see you happy. I love helping you and I don’t need praise all the time but sometimes it would be nice,” you responded as he pulled you in right, holding you close as if you would disappear if he were to let go.

“I can do that Yn, I can definitely do that.”

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lumiinix · 1 year

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Warning(s): No beta read.

Ok, so Atsumu has like-very squishy cheeks, like very squishy cheeks, and he loves it when you just put your two hands on the sides on his cheeks and just…do whatever you want. You can pinch it, squish it, kiss it, morph it to anything shape you like, etc…he doesn’t care, as long as he can see how happy you are playing with them, he’s all in. Definitely your personal stress toy now because as soon as he sees you with any sign of discomfort on your face, he’s plopping on your chest and just puff his cheeks out, signaling you to do your thing. Laying on your chest while you play with his cheeks is definitely his favorite time of the night because he knows he got 100% of your attention.

“Ya really love my cheeks that much ha, babe?”

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yenonnoff · 7 days

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TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE! 21. cat chase

note: continuation will be on chapter 22 (word count: 3.9k)

“are you sure about this?”

the train station had been completely silent. there wasn’t a single soul in sight until two figures stepped into the deserted space.

“do you honestly expect me to spend the next three hours by myself completely bored out of my mind? not happening.”

the sound of shoes against concrete came to a stop and you shifted to face atsumu. “what about the rumor?” atsumu’s shoulders tensed, his expression unreadable. you let another silent minute pass before turning away. “nevermind.” even now, he still didn’t want to tell you about emma.

the two of you continued towards the platform, halting a couple feet away from the yellow line. there really was no one around, it was just you and atsumu. but what did you expect when you were heading to a small town three hours away from tokyo? it was the morning of a weekday, too.

you didn’t notice atsumu inching closer; you didn’t notice the way his gaze was glued to you.

he faked a cough. “i forgot to tell you earlier, but you look nice today.”

you’ve been around him for so long that you’re not shocked by the randomness of the compliment. was it even a compliment? for all you know, it could be a distasteful lie or an attempt to bait you into doing something absurd. he has a knack for dragging people into his antics unfortunately.

“thank you,” you responded, catching the satisfaction in his eyes. he must’ve been waiting for you to return the compliment because he placed an eager hand on his hip, a smirk adorning his features. “what are you doing?”

“waiting for my highly anticipated compliment.”

“so the great actor atsumu miya needs validation too, huh?”

he smiled, “all i heard was ‘great actor.’”

you looked him up and down. he went casual as always but it was frustrating to see how much it suited him. a basic white tee hung loose against his chest and he carried a small backpack. his signature denim cap was nestled on top of his head, strands of blond poking out from the side. “you look…presentable.”

if you weren’t so occupied with his appearance, you would’ve caught the corner of his lip twitching, a faint blush dancing across his cheeks. your gaze was ticklish against his skin.

ducking his head, atsumu rubbed the back of his neck. he was covering a laugh, muttering under his breath, “‘presentable’?”

the train allowed him a couple minutes to recover before gliding up to the station. you saw atsumu tilting his head towards the opening entrance. “you first,” was all he said.

“if you’re letting me go first, that means i’m taking the window seat.”

atsumu winked, “that was the plan.”

“how amicable,” you mused, grinning. for a moment, you had thought he was the type to fight with you over the treasured spot. good thing he wasn’t, it made the trip much more enjoyable for you.

stepping into the train, you immediately looked for your seats. you paused at a row, preparing to scooch inside when atsumu’s palm landed on your elbow. he gently redirected you farther down the aisle, saying something along the lines of, “people don’t usually use that word to describe me.” it was either that or a comment on how silly you were for mistaking your seats. you weren’t sure which one it was. he was making you feel ticklish.

afterwards, you wasted no time getting into your seat by the large window. atsumu slipped into the seat to your right, hanging his backpack on the seat in front of him. he stretched while the announcement declared the destination and safety policies. when the train began to pick up speed, atsumu leaned backwards with a lazy expression. “looks like you’re stuck with me for three hours.”

you repositioned in your seat until you were comfortable. you replied, “then let’s make sure to get along during that time.”

he inclined his head towards you, a mischievous smile dancing on his features. “obviously. but how will i know you won’t take incriminating pictures of me while i sleep?”

“please,” you scoffed. “like i would want pictures of you to fill my camera roll.”

“people kill to take my pictures!”

you felt yourself loosen up. this interaction—chit-chatting about irrelevant things—made you think of your friends. you were reminded of the comforting feeling you felt when you were with them at the cafe. the endless stream of inane conversations, their faces full of sweet mirth. you found it ridiculous how much things have changed. you would’ve never imagined the day when you’d be able to talk so casually with atsumu miya. you had hated him only a couple weeks ago.

“thank you, atsumu, for agreeing to come.” it might’ve came out of nowhere, but you meant it. you don’t remember how long you contemplated your choices last night; you only remember wanting to take him to your hometown. it was the most grueling decision ever: a three hour trip to your favorite place on earth or heading somewhere closer and more practical.

but you were on a mission. the latter option wouldn’t have held a candle to where atsumu had brought you. it was hard to beat a hidden gem, aka a rundown record store (that magically has every album in the world) right next to a beautiful beach.

you just know he’ll be amazed when he sees the place that raised you. it was a small town but notable for being bathed in tranquility. everywhere you look there'll be luscious greenery. random flowering hedges decorated the neighborhood, painting the area in vibrant shades. in the spring there would be colorful peonies; in the fall hydrangeas would take over. if you visited during sakura season, you could go sightseeing. if you were lucky enough, the residents would host a (typically unplanned) local festival for the children to enjoy.

it’s been a while since you last visited. this would be the perfect opportunity for the both of you—the only problem was getting atsumu to agree.

you fidgeted. “i know it’s far away but it’s worth it, i promise.”

atsumu shot you a confused look. “if i didn’t want to come, i would’ve told you last night, silly.” a typical atsumu answer. you should’ve known better than to worry, it was just who he was. atsumu doesn’t do things half-heartedly. if he decides to do something, it’s because he wants to. and he’ll see his decision through to the end.

“good,” you exhaled. “i even messaged you late at night to improve my chances.” he quirked a brow and you explained, “people are more easily persuaded during nighttime.” the truth burned your cheeks. it was even more embarrassing since he was sitting only a couple inches away from you.

atsumu blinked until the realization dawned on him. “when they’re tired, am i right?” he added with a laugh. “you’re scary.”

“that’s a good thing,” you sighed with relief. “if it’s coming from you, it’s a compliment.”

“whatever you say,” he cooed and rested his head against his seat.

for a moment, you don’t say anything. you were no stranger to atsumu and his confusing actions, but recently it’s become intensified. you noticed it during the first day of filming: his gazes were longer and more purposeful, even his way of talking was strange. whether it was to you or about you, there was always a soothing, melodic ring to his voice.

you hadn’t noticed it until jolie pointed it out. actually, it seemed the entire cast of “that summer” knew except you. jolie, sugawara, and akane exploded when they realized. semi was just there, too busy going through the script to care or engage.

the three would nudge one another with cheeky smiles, and at a certain point, you were sure they were sending secret messages through their indiscernible gazes. their behaviors didn’t bother you though. you didn’t even stop to ponder what caused the change in your co-star. you were just happy they were having fun.

atsumu rested his chin between his index finger and thumb. he said, “i’ll keep your scary technique in mind. maybe i’ll use it on ‘samu.” when silence took over, leaving nothing but the roaring of train tracks, he went on to explain, “‘samu’s my twin brother.”

your eyes widened drastically. this was your first time hearing about this. even if you remember atsumu vaguely from your volleyball manager days, his teammates were blurry faces in your memory. was “‘samu” on the same team as him? now you were curious.

“is he staying in tokyo?”

“yeah, he lives there with his onigiri restaurant by the studio.”

your hands clapped together in excitement. “that’s amazing! i should stop by sometimes. my friends are big foodies.”

“you’re giving me that look,” he grimaced. “now i have to give you the location.”

“you really are amicable,” you smiled. he groaned briefly, saying, “don’t tease.”

“do you get along well with him?”

atsumu’s grumbling was replaced with a noise of amusement. “not at all. we’re not cut from the same fabric or anything like that.”

“cloth,” you corrected.

“same thing! he gets on my nerves.”

you had a feeling he was lying and you wondered how close they actually were; after all, how nice is it that your twin brother’s restaurant is near your studio?

“that’s nice, i don’t have any siblings to fight with,” you daydreamed.

“i assure you, having one isn’t fun.”

“must be hard being identical twins. what’s he like?”

atsumu huffed with tight arms crossed over his chest. “average. the only thing saving him is that he has my face.”

“don’t be rude. he has an onigiri restaurant.”

atsumu took off his denim cap to ruffle his hair. he mumbled, “why are you so interested in him anyway?”

“i’m just curious,” you laughed. this was really getting to him. “i am an only child after all.”

the two of you didn’t continue the conversation after that. atsumu’s head was turned away from you, potentially lost in the music blaring from his earbuds. you opted to look at the passing landscape instead. small grassy hills zoomed by and sometimes you even saw nearby towns in the distance.

you busied yourself with that until you couldn’t anymore. the silence was excruciating. you would fall asleep if only your adenosine receptors were working. it’s only been an hour into the ride and you were bored out of your mind.

truth be told, there was a thought that’s been bothering you ever since the first day of filming. if you were going to say something to quell your discomfort, it might as well be this.

“atsumu, i have a question.” he turned in an instant, plucking out his earbuds to hear you properly. “the staff members—do you get along with them?”

his questioning gaze pierced through you until he dipped his head in contemplation. “i don’t go out of my way to talk to them unless i have to if that’s what you’re asking. why? are you not getting along with them?”

you shook your head. “actually, it’s the other way around. they were… saying stuff about you, atsumu.”

honestly, you hadn’t meant to be there. you were only passing by when you overheard a group of people talking rather loudly. you were already walking away until you heard what the topic of the conversation was about.

it started with simple gossip. some talked about how it’s been over a year since atsumu last worked on a project; others mentioned his past relationship with his ex. then it suddenly became disturbing to listen to them. left and right you heard people asperse your co-star for his overbearing attitude.

cocky, pretentious, surly—you could go on forever. standing there, a part of you agreed with them. atsumu miya was an incredibly irascible and blunt person; he was wickedly cruel, but that didn’t mean he deserved to be berated so casually by those who worked with him. it was one thing to have opinions, but another to be unprofessional about it.

he’s cocky, yes, but that wasn’t all there was to him. how could they sum him up in just one word? it was ridiculous to you.

“and?” atsumu said in a low voice. “screw them, let them say what they want to say.”

“you’re not bothered? the staffs—”

his eyes were narrowed now, and he leaned in to say, “i couldn’t care less about what they say about me. you should know that it’s different in this industry, y/n. people only believe what they want to believe; they only listen to what they want to hear.”

your lips thinned in frustration. you were completely speechless. atsumu tilted away from you slowly, dragging a tensed hand across his face. you barely caught his next words: “but that doesn’t mean i want you to hear them.”

your brows knitted together. “what do you mean?”

“you know exactly what i mean.”

“no, i don’t,” you pressed, leaning slightly over the armrest that separated the two of you.

you watched as he opened his backpack, pulling out a gray jacket. “i’m tired, y/n. wake me up when we get there.” when you opened your mouth to complain, he threw the jacket towards you.

“sleep.” he pointed to the jacket on your lap with a scowl. “use that if you get cold. night.”

you watched as he turned in his seat, getting situated to fall asleep. you stared at him in disbelief, there was no way you were going to sleep now.

“what happened to you?” atsumu chuckled from behind. you ignored him, stepping off the train and onto the ground. you didn’t get a wink of sleep on the ride, and it was equally frustrating how your co-star could tell.

you started walking to the right while eyeing the time on your phone. atsumu caught up quickly, his long strides irking you. “so, where are we heading first?”

you closed your phone and peered up at him. “should we go eat?”

“sure. you’re in charge today after all.”

“then i’ll lead us there. i’ll pay for the meal too.”

his hand shot up instantly. “i’m paying. don’t fight it, y/n, i insist.”

“then you’re paying for the snacks too,” you grinned.

“so this was your plan the whole time…” he said. what could you say? you were an opportunist.

as the two of you continued on, you were flooded with nostalgic memories. your hometown was surrounded by earthy hills and fields of grass that stretched for miles on end. you’d spent most of your childish summers running through those green fields. sometimes you’d get scolded by nearby farmers for your recklessness, then get invited to their wooden engawa where they spoiled you with fresh cut up fruit. (it was a small price to pay.)

speaking of farmers, you waved to a group of them in the fields. they all looked up from their sun hats and said in excitement, “if it isn’t our little y/n!”

atsumu inclined his head to catch your flustered expression, a smile tugging at his lips.

“they all knew me when i was little,” you explained. “they helped watch me when my parents were busy.”

he hummed. “this place is pretty small. i’m not surprised they’re all familiar with one another.”

a soft chuckle. “you’re right about that. you could say the whole town was there to witness my first everything.”

you don’t notice his gaze softening. “you grew up well, y/n.”

when the two of you headed farther into town, you stopped by a local restaurant. everyone greeted you with warm smiles, chanting, “welcome back,” or “it’s y/n!” in excitement. even the owner stepped out to give you a big hug. (poor atsumu felt left out.)

once you actually got to sit down and look at the menu, you realized you never asked for atsumu’s preferences. you just hoped he wasn’t too picky. despite the numerous times you’ve come with your friends, you still take forever to decide on your meal. it seems you’re not alone in this: atsumu shares the same level of indecisiveness as you.

after eating, atsumu paid and you reluctantly left the restaurant. you strolled down the neighborhood with him by your side, passing small family-owned businesses that lined both sides of the streets. growing up in a small town meant that distinguishing between houses and shops was hard. families tended to use the first floor of their home as stores due to convenience. you knew because your family ran a convenience store below your second floor.

when you pointed this out to atsumu, he bursted out laughing. “you really did grow up well. you were living the life that every child wanted, you know that?”

you shrugged. “sure my parents let me eat whatever i wanted from the store, but they took that privilege away after seeing me experiment with the food.” growing up this way was probably the trigger for your fondness towards food.

“like what?” he asked. you counted on your fingers, “vanilla ice cream in ramen, chips dipped in chocolate—make sure it’s sea salt! then—“

“okay, okay. i get the point.” his face twisted in disgust. “are we gonna visit your parents’ shop then?”

your smile froze and you lowered your gaze to the ground, “my parents aren’t—”

suddenly you heard an abrupt shout. the two of you turned around frantically in the direction of the voice. you watched as two kittens skidded by, they ran through the alley in lightning quick steps and you stared with your mouth hung open. atsumu tapped on your shoulder to redirect your attention: a middle-aged woman was running out from a nearby store with a distraught expression.

she ran until she came to a stop right in front of you. resting her hands on her knees, she gasped exhaustedly for air. you and atsumu glanced at one another. when the woman looked up, familiarity struck you.

“aunt april!” your hand came to cover your mouth. it’s been over a year since you last came to visit, and you blamed it on your hectic schedule. filming your last project, vengeance, had turned you into a workaholic zombie.

however, the woman in front of you hasn’t changed one bit. curly gray hair still sat neatly on top of her head—styled just the way you remembered—and she was still wearing the dainty earrings you gifted her years ago.

the store she came running out from was her store.

you saw her eyes widened, excitement and relief swirling in them. “y/n! you’re back, how long has it been?” she glanced to your left, a grin overtaking her features. “let me guess, this is… that kuroo guy, isn’t it? it’s hard to see with his cap in the way,” she mumbled.

you and atsumu shared another glance. april went on, leaning from side to side to capture all his angles. “can’t be the orange haired guy—this one’s too tall. can’t be kenma either, he’s always slouching.”

you moved slowly to place yourself in between her and atsumu; if you didn’t stop her, she would’ve gone on forever. you laughed nervously, “no, auntie, none of my friends are with me today.”

you saw her face tip in disappointment. it was an annual routine for you and the group: visiting your hometown every fall to watch the hydrangeas bloom and have picnics in the fields. everytime you came, they did well to familiarize themselves with all the residents. now they have a hopelessly loving connection to your hometown, and the residents look forward to seeing them visit again every year.

“then…” april sidestepped you to scrutinize atsumu again. you saw him straighten his back, his signature charming smile present. “is he your boyfriend?”

you don’t get a chance to speak. “you never told me you had one! well you haven’t been in a relationship since sato. did i tell you he came to visit last spring? poor guy was hoping he’d see you again.”

“auntie, wait!” the woman turned at your sudden hastiness. “the kittens—you were chasing them, right?”

“the kittens!” horror washed over her face and she staggered backwards. atsumu reached out to place a steady hand on her shoulder. “they sprinted away when i wasn’t looking. those rascals…”

atsumu tilted his head towards you, whispering, “we wasted a lot of time already, they might not be around anymore.”

you stared at april anxiously, weighing your options. you didn’t know what was going on, but you were confident the kittens were important to her. plus, you haven’t seen her in a year, how could you turn a blind eye to the woman that basically raised you? plus… the kittens could get extremely hurt!

“i’ll help find them,” you said. atsumu’s stare burned through you and you sent him an apologetic glance. april tried to shut you down, forcing a smile on her wrinkly complexion. you reassured her, “please, i want to help.”

“you can’t! you’re on a trip.” insistent hands were placed on both sides of her hips and she furrowed her gray eyebrows. you knew this stance: she wasn't going to be easily convinced.

“aunt april, you have a store to manage. you shouldn’t be running in the heat,” you said.

“your uncle is covering for me,” she huffed. you reached out to place both hands on her shoulders, ushering her back to the store. you said hastily, “uncle! that’s right! you have to tell uncle that i’m here—he’ll be so excited to see me again. you know how he gets when he thinks he’s being left out.”

her brows pinched together. “you have a point… alright then, but don’t overdo it, alright?”

you nodded quickly, watching as she headed back inside. though she didn’t leave completely, not until she was able to give you a plastic bag filled with cat treats.

when you were finally alone with atsumu, you stood there with guilt swallowing you. “i’m sorry, atsumu, you don’t have to help. you should wait inside the store, or if that’s too uncomfortable, there’s a bench at the fro—“

his heavy sigh cut you off. “you are so rash, you know that? i said you were in charge today, so if you want to go find some kittens, then obviously i’ll help too. it’ll be quicker with two people anyway.”

“wow,” you clasped your hands together in awe. “you really are amicable.”

“stop saying that,” he groaned. “just go look for the kittens, and listen to your aunt. don’t overdo things.” you were about to complain when he reached for the treats inside the bag. then he pointed down the street and rushed off.

this wasn’t how you thought the trip would go, but desperate times called for desperate measures. you just hoped atsumu won’t get hopelessly lost.

you spent the first fifteen minutes running around, checking behind flower pots and cardboard boxes. you searched through alleyways and even asked nearby residents if they saw two kittens—one orange, one white—dashing around. it wasn’t until later that you saw white fur sticking out from behind a bush.

“there you are.”

it took some coaxing to leer it out but you could tell it was just frightened. you cradled the kitten in your arms. “you look just like snowball,” you smiled. “now then… where could atsumu be…?”

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fun facts:

atsumu took pictures of the restaurant menu and sent it to osamu to annoy him.

y/n's hometown is actually the worst for those who have allergies (so sorry).

TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE! ｡ｏ♡ an atsumu miya smau

synopsis: when y/n l/n, a rising actress, decides to star in a romance film that could make or break her career, she’s unable to showcase her skills, revealing her inexperience within the romance department instead. worst of all, atsumu miya, her co-star and the main lead’s love interest, seems to hate her guts! with absolutely, unbearably zero chemistry between the two, an idea was proposed: spend time with one another in the upcoming weeks. will y/n be able to ignore her professionalism and listen to her heart? and will she, a clueless romantic, be able to pick up on the signs her co-star is sending her?

a/n: shoutout to may bc she kept up with my writer's block and made sure i wrote everyday...

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selarina · 9 months

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Out of Style

-> Suna Rintaro x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1: The Night of the Party

Summary: At a band's afterparty, the protagonist's protective instincts kick in when their younger sister encounters Suna Rintaro, the band's guitarist.

Content Warnings: celebrity au, rockstar!suna rintaro, actress!reader, reader has a sister, afterparty scene, alcohol, implied/referenced drug use, fluff, tension, eventual smut

Word Count: 2.9k words

Author's Note: Yes, the title is from Taylor Swift's 1989. Anyway, @renardiererin asked and I had to deliver <3

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Your eyes take in the scene, a bunch of people sprawled on the couch, empty bottles of alcohol lined up on a pool table, and said pool table is adjoined to a torn net. You see a couple on the verge of getting to places you didn’t necessarily want to witness alongside your sister so you decide that going upstairs might be more than ideal, especially for your sister. You might even meet a bunch of people on the balcony above where you can find sober people to talk to.

Your sister is due to go college in a few months and this scene isn't exactly one she is familiar with. You decide that this scene is alarmingly akin to a college party, except you’re all wearing fancier branded clothing this time.

You look up towards the stairs leading into a calmer environment and upon getting a closer look, you smile. You can't help but notice the high chandelier that looks rather misplaced in the center of this scene, but again so does most of the modern decor clashing oddly against the inherent gothic features of the house.

The two of you find yourselves a drink first. You settle for orange juice, since you’re tired enough today as is. Plus, you’re with your sister this time. She doesn’t usually accompany you to these parties, and honestly, you don’t either, not if you don’t already know a person or two who are sure to be attending. That way you can piggyback off them, using them as a social lubricant.

“I’ll be back,” you tell your sister since you want to pee, and you swivel through the crowd. A few of them recognize you, and you have to stop to greet them. You keep it briefly because you still really want to pee.

While you're washing your hands, you hear a distant sound of commotion. You can't tell what’s happening, but you decide it's better to hurry up than leave your sister to witness whatever may be taking place, all alone.

You're not usually this on edge or this protective, even if your sister suggests otherwise. But, you only brought her here to attend some band's album launch afterparty because she begged and begged and begged, and so you relented like you always do. And it's her birthday, you think. Who would you be if you didn't make your sister happy on her birthday?

You sigh, discarding the tissue as you walk outside.

The people have gotten relatively quieter since the two of you walked in. The crowd seems to be more populated towards the secluded area from earlier that seemed to have a bunch of trophies of some sort on a shelf.

You cinch your brows, not wanting to stay down any longer as you start searching for your sister.

"I'm so sorry!" You hear, and you immediately swivel your head towards your sister's voice, heavily concerned about it coming from the center of the crowd.

It takes you all of 5 seconds to move through the bodies before you take in the scene.

She's holding her cup, and a man, who upon a second look seems to be the guitarist from the band, staring down at his shirt. His wet shirt.

You hold your breath, and you talk yourself up in all of the two seconds you have — that you will defend her, that you will fight off the urge to quiver before this man, whoever and however powerful of a connection he might be, that you can go home and have your sister's cake and sleep in your comfy bed if you feel like crying. It's okay.

But all of it crumbles to the ground, the moment he looks up, and he smiles like he's forcing himself to, a clear distaste for the way the wet t-shirt sits on him is visible on his face, the way it frowns ever so slightly. The way his eyes blink a bit too quickly for it to be natural.

"It's alright, don't worry about it," he says, saving his hand off as a gesture for everyone to leave.

"It's not okay, that costs a lot." A lady who was standing right behind him walks in between your sister and him.

It urges you to stand by your sister's side, who upon your arrival, immediately reaches for your hand, almost out of instinct she squeezes.

She's scared, so you're not, you decide.

"We'll pay you back," you speak up, firm but neutral. You won't back down and defend her but there's no need for you to be hostile yet.

"You won't be able to afford this sweetie," she turns her attention to you, her eyes moving up and down your body, in a way that's supposed to demean you but you feel anything but demeaned. Just a bit amused, really.

"Oh! Then I'm sure you guys can manage to pay for this yourself. Apologies for having the drink on you in the first place but we'll be leaving now," you say, and you can admit that the smile on your face is meant to be anything but sweet, cordial at best.

"And if you change your mind, feel free to let my manager know," you say.

Your assistant, you were not aware she was in this crowd really, but she immediately finds herself beside you.

"Of course, here's my card," she reaches her hand out to the lady, who snivels it away from her hand. You look at your assistant and can't help but be caught off-guard by how unlike herself she looks, her hair is down and strewn about, and her clothes are different, more colorful. You smile, you suppose she's more her now than she will ever be around you.

You can understand her frustration really, you would be a bit put off if the clothes you are wearing were something you had to pay for. You only mean that you would never actively wear what you are wearing today, but in all honesty, anyone here can pay for that t-shirt without even breaking a single sweat.

"Oh, you will be hearing from m—" the lady starts, but is stopped when the man puts his hand on her shoulder and puts himself in front of her.

"There's no need. This is my house, I can literally change upstairs." He says he's not smiling but you feel a sense of kindness from him, even if he's modeled to look like the antithesis of it. Or perhaps, you’re just judgemental. "Guys, go back to drinking, or… fucking apparently," he eyes the couple who's part of the crowd, seemingly to view what's happening, but also entirely too invested in each other mouths for that to be true.

And at that, the crowd dissipates. You're about to leave too, before you feel the urge to thank him.

You turn to him, "Thanks," you muster up.

"Thank you so much, and once again, I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was expensive," your sister says, sincerely.

"Don't worry about it. Was my fault anyway," he says as he quirks his lips up in what could only classify as a half-smile but you feel that it, whatever it is, is genuine before your eyes flit up to his face. in all fairness, he — he's really beautiful.

He's got good bone structure, you conclude.

You smile, and he looks at you this time.

"Hi, I'm Suna Rintaro,” he says. “I like your movies," he says, and you smile a bit too visibly harder at that. He almost sounds a bit too much like a sincere fan, but all people in this industry are actors, off and on screen, so you gauge this out as you usually do.

"What's your favorite one?" you say, and he frowns. You knew it. A cocksure smile can’t help but sit on your face.

"The one where you kill a group of men," he says.

Your eyes widen, "Hm, that doesn't narrow things down." You laugh, "But wow, you sound like a decent fan. Want my autograph?"

"Maybe just your phone number for today?" He's quick, and you realize it's only been a short exchange but he's standing really, really close to you. His eyes are narrowed down at you, so intently, and it makes you want to look away, but you peer back at him, focusing on the yellow in his eyes as you talk yourself into not looking away. There’s a soft tinge of gray in his eyes, and you think you can only see that because you’re so close to him. You can’t help but think he resembles a predator, strikingly similar to a cat. A pretty one, regardless.

"Maybe… I'll give you my Instagram for today," you say.

"I could live with that.” A compromise and a soft smirk on his face.

"Also…" your sister's voice comes from behind you, and it comes off soft and meek. You feel embarrassed, you forgot she was there for a moment. You look at her and she looks back at you, as though she's asking for something. Your eyes widen, and it strikes you.

"Oh! Yes. Um — In the interest of being transparent, I'm here for her really," you pull her from behind you so she's standing right next to you.

"And I think she'd really appreciate a picture with you. Only if that’s okay with you?" You don't want to push it, even as much as you love your sister. There are days when taking a picture with a fan makes you want to pull your hair out and run naked across the city's most paparazzi-invested zones.

"I don't mind. If you wait for a few minutes, I can get the rest of the band actually," your eyes flit to your sister's face, and it's gleaming so bright, you’re afraid they’re going to pop right out of her head.

You smile. "That would be great," you say before he takes off, his hands fiddling with his top.

You bring your hand in front of your sister's face, giggling, "Hello, I'd like my sister back. Could you please un-possess her for a quick minute?"

"This… is going to be the best birthday ever," she says. "I can't wait to tell Allie about this," she quickly pulls out her phone.

"Am I the best sister in the world or what?" you sigh, feigning tiredness, feeling anything but when your sister’s this excited.

"Yeah," she says, a hint of realness, although you presume she's more preoccupied with processing what just happened. "Thank you for today," she says, her hands coming to engulf you in a tight hug.

You pat her head, "Aw, you love me so much," and at that she backs away, scowling.

"Ruined the moment," she deadpans, sticking her tongue out, and right before you know it she's standing with the band.

Suna's wearing a different top this time and Atsumu brings his hand up, to hold her shoulder, and you think your sister looks constipated almost. So still.

You take a few pictures for her before you pocket your phone, walking over. "Thank you for this," you say. "I forgot to introduce myself, I'm—"

"The very pretty actress who kills men," Atsumu Miya swoops himself in front of you, and his hand is already taking yours to leave a kiss on it. Odd, you think. You didn't realise that was your reputation, despite all the recent influx of love interest roles.

"Charmed," he says, making sure to embellish it with a cocksure smirk.

You smile, a bit less genuinely than you have all evening. "Nice to meet you, Atsumu."

"Ouch, sweetheart," Suna walks towards the two of you, his hand coming up to his chest to feign hurt. "You know his name and not mine?"

"Well, h-he's more — reputed? I've heard about you before is all."

You look towards Atsumu. The onslaught of people in his dating history, the drug cases (even if it's just weed), and the obnoxious energy he radiates are enough for him to make some headlines that even you could catch.

"Only good things I hope," he says with a smile.

Definitely not, you want to respond but instead, you just smile back at him.

"We should get going," you say and that's all it takes for the band to disperse, you're sure they were told to form connections today as much as they could, even if they are a pretty popular band. Events like this are meant for that.

"Of course, I'll drop you out," Suna adds.

—

"It was nice having you," he says. His eyes leave your face to see your sister, "And you especially, ma'am."

Your sister smiles, a bit shy this time, "Thank you," she says.

His eyes find yours, and you look away. "Nice interior," you say, not knowing what else to say. You turn back to him again.

His eyes narrow and his head tilts in confusion, “Oh, most of the stuff in there is not really mine. Just recently bought the house," he says. "With the decor and stuff," he adds like he's aware that your odd comment was a consequence of odd interior choices.

"That explains a lot," you say. You feel odd, you didn't really know him before today either but you thought your observations could fill in the gaps to make up a person, but maybe not all the time.

The three of you wait in silence, a soft wind blows and it's enough to send a chill up your spine.

"Cold?" he asks, and you think he's talking to you. You’re ready to answer no because you know how this goes, he asks for the hoodie, you meet him again and really, you didn’t want to fall for the oldest trick in the book. But when you turn to look at him, you see that he's asking your sister. And at that, you smile.

She loops her hand through his jacket, her hands engulfed by his long sleeves. She thanks him, and he merely brushes it off, his eyes focused on the waterfall adjacent to where you stand.

His eyes looking at yours after a few moments, "I can get another jacket from upstairs if you can wait," he says.

"Nah, the car should be here soon. I'll manage," you say, and talk of the devil, and the devil arrives. Your car swoops through in front of the three of you, and before your driver could even rush out to open the door, Suna steps in. He opens the door, and your sister ducks into the car almost immediately. Maybe she felt colder than you thought.

"Thank you again," you say. "And congratulations on the album."

As the car door closes, Suna gives you a nod and a small smile.

He closes the door, but you press down to open the window. "It was nice meeting you both. Have a safe ride home," he says.

Your car revved before it takes off.

"He's not my favourite from the band, but he's so cool! I want his eyes," she gushes, almost morbidly. Your eyes widen before you break into laughter as you send her the pictures you took of them together.

"I can't wait to post this on my Instagram! You should have taken one too.” She frowns.

Back at home, you take a hot shower, carding through your hair, as you gently massage your scalp. The sole of your feet hurt as you stand, and you think maybe you would have chosen a different pair of heels for tonight. Not that you really had that much of a choice.

You walk to the kitchen, turning the dim yellow light on. You preferred having dimmer lights on in the evening or night, everything else was too bright, and it leaves you unmoving on the couch, as you fall into slumber.

You pull out two plates and two spoons.

Walking over to the fridge, you bring out the small pink box that sits on the top shelf, carefully pulling out the box so that the accompanying items don't fall out of the shelf.

You place it on the kitchen counter before you go to your sister's room.

Your sister's face front on her pillow, and she seems asleep.

You call out to her.

Nothing.

You turn the lights off after tucking her in.

Walking to the kitchen, you put on some cake, and walk to the living room.

Your hands, almost of their own volition, pull out Suna Rintaro's Instagram. It seems to be handled by him rather than his management by the looks of it. It's not as curated as yours.

Just as you're going through his photos, one that's entirely curated to be enticing, his hands on an untagged woman as your eyes flicker down to the caption.

Promotional photos for a music video.

Something urges you to watch the music video, it's a fairly common music video but leaning more on the provocative side, everyone's half-naked, and comfortable in their own skin.

But your eyes draw towards Suna and the untagged woman from earlier, as she tugs at the chain around his neck as he's looking up at her with something so fabricated, yet so primal and fascinating, to say the very least. Something in you twinges just a bit.

It's been less than a second since you're reeling but you hear the Ping!

suna_rintaro: it was veil of vendetta btw suna_rintaro: the movie of yours i liked suna_rintaro: rewatched it last night

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emmyrosee · 5 months

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My widdle Hisako baby 🥺🩷

Atsumu hates after game interviews.

It’s part of his job of course, but he’s not the captain, his just the star setter for one of the best teams in the league; he’s also a father of a toddler, who, when he can after a home game, wants to get home to read her a bedtime story and be with the beautiful mother of his child.

Right now, however, he wants to chuck all of that out the window, as you’re off in the corner snickering with Kiyoomi while Hisako in her fathers lap pulls his lips and chin, interrupting every answer with a grab or a giggle or a bite of his fingers.

“You’re cruel,” Kiyoomi whispers to you.

You shrug in indifference, “he wanted to spend more time with her after the game. Not my fault they picked him for postgame.”

“You’re cruel,” he repeats, and the gods must be listening because on stage, Atsumu repeats the same thing when Hisako fish hooks his lip.

This time, it’s Atsumu’s turn to tell Hisako “you’re cruel” and it has the crowd in a tizzy. You cover your mouth to laugh quietly, and you get a nudge from Kiyoomi in response.

A massive frame stalks past you both, and you stick your leg out to playfully kick him, "hey, Captain."

Meian grins and sends you a wink, "hey, Mrs. Miya."

"Good game."

"I'd say so," he nudges his head towards Atsumu at the table. "He played well."

"He always does."

“Is there anything that you hope to achieve next game?” A reporter asks, snapping you all back into focusing the interview at hand.

Atsumu sighs softly, “I guess I just want to repeat the momentum, keep it from getting sloppy and-“

“Shugu?”

All heads turn towards Hisako, Atsumu’s smiling down at her. “Shugo?”

“Shugu!” Her tiny hand points off stage a few feet away, at the captain just outside the frame.

Meian beams, "guess that's my cue."

“Yeah, Shugo just left,” he chuckles. “She loves Meian. More than she loves me-“

Quickly, Meian comes bouncing back on the stage, wasting no time in formalities before scooping Hisako up in his big, burly arms. He bites at her cheeks while she squeals and flails her limbs, squealing and laughing while the crowd coos in adoration. Atsumu’s beaming as he watches his captain carry his favorite person out, and it almost makes you tear up from the sight of so many people positively adoring your little girl.

Kiyoomi claps a big hand on your shoulder, trying to ground you and your emotions. “He’s a good dad.”

“He’s the best dad.”

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bakugokemkatsuki · 5 months

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Right Where You Left Me

Atsumu Miya x Reader

**Genre: Angst **Part two Part 2.5 (Atsumu’s Aftermath) **Based on Right Where You Left Me by Taylor Swift **Key: Y/N = Your Name Taking Atsumu, You **Word Count: 553

Atsumu was the dream boy of Inarizaki. Just about every girl seemed to have a crush on him. So how you ended up here by his side was something you couldn’t believe. You didn’t fawn or throw yourself at him like most of the girls at your school but that didn’t mean you didn’t find him attractive. Falling for him wasn’t hard. With his witty jokes and handsome smile. The way he did small things like brought you lunch he would force his brother to make or study with you when he knew you had a test even if he didn’t care about studying. This is how it was for over two years. You were the one he chose out of everyone, and he made you feel on top of the world until he didn’t. After graduation Atsumu went off to play professional volleyball, which prevented you from seeing him often. That’s when it happened, he was back in town, and you were very excited to meet up. You hadn’t seen him in months. You were meeting him at his brother’s restaurant. You arrived early and talked with Osamu a bit. Atsumu walked in, in a nice suit. You ran over to him and excitedly hugged him; he hugged back and you two quickly got to ordering. After dinner you two sat in the mostly empty restaurant, that’s when it happened. Looking at you with a sad face Atsumu spoke; “Y/N… I need to tell you something. I need to be honest.” The air felt like it was stilling, and you could tell whatever was coming next was bad. “I’m so sorry. I met someone else.” Silence filled the restaurant. You swore you could hear a hairpin drop it was so quiet. “…What…” “Y/N I’m so sorry… It just happened. I promise I didn’t cheat. I invited you here tonight so we could have one last nice night together, and so I could tell you the news in person. I think we should end things. Long distance just isn’t working. I’m sorry.” Again silence. Finally, you spoke after what felt like hours. “Okay.” That was all you could manage to say. Atsumu got up and apologized again, came over kissed the top of your head one last time and then left. Gone. Out of your life forever. You just sat there staring at the spot Atsumu had been not that long ago. You ended up sitting there for hours. Osamu didn’t bother you or kick you out because he knew that you were hurting. He left you to stay there where his brother left you to process everything.

-Timeskip-

It had been almost a year since Atsumu had dumped you. He and his new girl had gone public and apparently were expecting a baby.He had moved on and you were still stuck at the restaurant. You went back every day and sat in the spot every day hoping one day he would come back. Hoping one day he would walk through the door and realize he really wanted you. You were stuck frozen in that night. You were stuck in this dilution that he would come back when he was out living his life with his new girl. He was happy and moved on and you stayed there, right where he left you.

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thatonericeball · 1 year

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Miya-chan~

TW: Slight use of swearing

Miya Atsumu is the type to blush and mumble to himself after you call to him, singing “Miya-chan~” flirtatiously as you smirk and move in closer to him.

Miya Atsumu is the type to look away and hide behind the sleeves of his cream colored, knit sweater he wears with a loosened tie for his uniform because he wouldn’t dare show you how soft you make him feel.

Miya Atsumu is the type to drop subtle hints for you to use “Miya-chan” again but when you don’t after weeks and weeks of waiting patiently and trying he’s just snaps. “JUST SAY IT ALREADY I’VE BEEN TRYING FOR WEEKS” you sit there shocked…you were not expecting that in the middle of lunch-

Miya Atsumu is the type who won’t admit that he’ll do the little rom-com female lead leg kicks on his bed when you call him “Miya-chan” on the phone. I don’t know something about hearing on the phone must hit different.

Miya Atsumu is the type who would have teammates that have start teasing him about the wonderful discovery of “Miya-chan” but he will take no shit. “YEAH THAT’S RIGHT! SHE CALLS ME MIYA-CHAN AND I LOVE HER FOR IT! Try me bitch”

Miya-chan is the type who only likes his nicknames from you. To him, his actual name is kind of mid now-

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kairakeiji · 1 year

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he’s tired.

sure, that’s easy to decipher by the way his chest races to catch his breath or the sweat that drips from his forehead. but this is a new type of exhaustion that atsumu had yet to face.

“once more then never again.”

your whispers sting like no other when he recalls how he got you back into bed. an arrangement created off a drunken mistake and the best sex the two of you had ever had. one turned to three then five then ten and before you knew it, atsumu handed you a key to his apartment, claiming it’d always be open to you despite still being friends.

it’s infuriating, the way you just pull him in for more, the way you tempt him to confess everytime he sees you the next morning, his shirt draped over your figure as you pour two mugs of coffee. he’s sure he loves you, he’s sure he doesn’t want to see anyone else standing at his kitchen counter other than you.

but the label you’re adamant on keeping keeps him from truly having what he wants.

atsumu would be a fool to notice it, the distance, the way you seemed to refuse to come over, and the way you never stayed the night when you did. he’s watching you slip from his grasp, become out of his reach, and there’s nothing he can do to bring you back to him.

and now you’re buttoning up your shirt, brushing your hair back into place instead of staying in bed with him.

“you’re leaving?” atsumu questions as he sits up.

“i am,” you answer rather simply.

“okay,” he mumbles. “any reason why?”

“i’m busy tomorrow ‘tsumu,” you tell him. “i won’t be able to stay here tonight.”

“you used to be able to,” he counters. “whenever you were busy you’d always make sure to stay the night.”

“well,” you miss a beat. “i just can’t now okay?”

but he continues to pry more, “and why’s that?”

and you hesitate once more, “i just can’t okay?”

“okay fuck this,” atsumu cuts in, voice growing sharper. “are we dating?”

“atsumu what-”

“or are we just fucking? are we even friends at this point? because it doesn’t fucking feel like that anymore.”

“atsumu,” you mumble.

“god i don’t even know anymore,” he almost laughs before running his hands through his hair. atsumu meets your gaze.

“what do you want?”

your eyes widen, “what?”

“if i’ve really just turned into a quick fuck for you then i’d rather us stop being friends.”

you shake your head instantly, “tsumu no no no it’s not like that i swear.”

“then what’s it like then?” he’s close to shouting, doing his best to bite his tongue because he knows he’ll regret it for the rest of his life if he took that tone with you. “because i feel like i’ve barely seen you other than when we’re in bed together-”

“atsumu fuck it’s not like that, i just wanna go before my feelings get any worse!”

the boy’s heart almost stops in his chest at the sudden outburst. your eyes go wide before you quickly cover your mouth. “shit i wasn’t supposed to say that.”

“you have feelings for me?”

you let out a sigh at the boy’s words. “are you really just that stupid?”

“hey!”

“i made it so obvious,” you groan, running a hand through your hair. “that’s why i started distancing, because they were only gonna ruin what we had.”

“it’s not,” he mumbles under his breath. “it really won’t.”

“so if you’ll excuse me i’m gonna he-”

“come back to bed.”

“atsumu,” you sigh. “i really shouldn’t.”

“please,” he tries, “come back to bed, and let’s talk this out.”

and you shake your head instantly, “there’s really no need.”

“there is,” he cuts in, “because i like you too, and i would very much like for you to come back to bed.”

you freeze up at his words, stiffening your hold on your stuff before meeting his gaze, and it’s only then that you realize he truly means every word.

“please?” he tries once more.

and you can only sigh as your bag drops to the floor, opting to let the man you love hold you in his arms once more.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu miya #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x yn #atsumu #atsumu drabble #hq atsumu #hq x reader #hq x y/n #hq x you #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#writing.txt

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aaesuki · 2 years

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every summertime

pairing: miya atsumu x f!reader

genre: fluff, childhood friends to lovers

cw/tw: none

wc: 2.7k

summary: atsumu meets a young girl at five-years-old and spends endless summers with her. but they do end and he resorts to missing her until they meet again.

Atsumu wouldn’t say he was a particularly lucky person, but he did have his moments here and there like being blessed with his love of volleyball, a happy family, and most importantly, a brother that would always be there for him.

Though he wouldn’t say he was a particularly lucky person, Atsumu would say that meeting you in the summer at the age of five was one of his luckiest moments. You were walking up the steps to the house next to his and Atsumu’s five-year-old brain was excited to see a new kid in the neighborhood. Though Hyogo was a relatively large city, Atsumu had only traveled so far as the corner store eight blocks away so when you told him you moved from another prefecture, he was amazed, and his competitive side told himself that he would travel farther than you had.

“Why’d you move here?” asked Atsumu.

You nervously looked to the front door of your house, hoping that you mother would come out and save you from this pestering kid, but to your misfortune, the white door never swung open. “My mom got a new job here, so we had to leave,” you muttered.

“You’re gonna love it here! We have so many things to do in Hyogo like swim in the lake and of course I have to teach you how to play volleyball!” To Atsumu, a new neighbor was one of the most exciting things other than watching volleyball matches on tv.

Overwhelmed, you cried, “I won’t wanna play volleyball!” You burst into tears, frustrated with Atsumu and your mom for uprooting your life and moving to an entire new prefecture. While you sniffled and sobbed, Atsumu stood dumbstruck. Sure, there were kids at school that would tease him for his affinity for volleyball, but none of them had ever said they didn’t want to play volleyball with such sadness and anger.

“But volleyball is so fun! If you set the ball perfectly, you can make the spiker look super cool!” Due to his lack of vocabulary, Atsumu couldn’t describe his feelings clearly.

Before you could retort with a petty insult, Atsumu’s mother exited the house to see her son and the new neighbor’s kid in a heated staring contest.

“Oh, hello, dear,” greeted Atsumu’s mother in a warm voice. “You must be the new kid! I’m Atsumu’s mother. I apologize if my son has been giving you trouble.” She tightly gripped Atsumu’s head and forced him to look down, fixing him into a bow.

Despite Atsumu’s mother’s kind words, you were flustered by her presence. “It’s no problem Ms. Miya. It was my fault for being upset when Atsumu was just trying to be nice.”

“Oh my, you’re so mature!” Ms. Miya smiled tightly, no doubt directing her comment to Atsumu who was whining about his neck hurting. “Well let Ms. Miya know if you need anything, alright? I’ll leave you to unpack! Welcome to Hyogo, darling!” With that Ms. Miya dragged her son back into their house, leaving you on the steps of your new abode for the next couple of years.

Even though your first meeting with Atsumu turned out to be quite sour, you eventually made amends with him and since there was no Atsumu without Osamu nearby (barring your first interaction with him) you soon became friends with the twin.

Summer came again and Atsumu was somehow still as excitable as ever despite the intense summer heat and humidity. Osamu, on the other hand, was lying next to him and staring up at the ceiling. You were sitting on the floor of the twin’s room, absentmindedly fiddling with their toys when Atsumu stood up with a newfound vigor.

“Be my girlfriend!” Atsumu exclaimed.

With the volume of his declaration, you weren’t sure if it was a question or a demand, but you shook your head anyway. “My mom said I can’t date until I’m old enough to pay my taxes.”

Ignoring your comment, Osamu shot up and grabbed onto the back of Atsumu’s shirt. “’Tsumu, you bastard, I was gonna ask her!” Atsumu and Osamu had recently learned that their cousin had a girlfriend and, not ones to be outdone, were determined to ask the only person they were close to other than each other. You. Thus ensued the fighting.

“Listen to me you idiot twins! I can’t even date!” you yelled.

“Then just don’t tell your mom,” Osamu stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

You looked down at their hardwood floors and internally debated if it was a good idea. Sure, eight-year-old you thought the twins were cute, but the complications of romance weren’t something you thought about when the most important thing to you was what snacks you were going to eat later. “Fine, I’ll be your girlfriend, but no fighting over me or I’m breaking up with both of you!”

After a beat of silence, Osamu spoke up. “What do you do with a girlfriend anyway?”

“You’re supposed to kiss her and make her happy!” Atsumu spoke. They both looked to you, waiting for your response.

“No way,” you said firmly. “I want my first kiss to be romantic, not with two barbarians that can’t think of anything other than volleyball.”

“Those two barbarians are your boyfriends,” Osamu deadpanned. “Are you sure you should be talking to the loves of your life like that?”

“Ma said I was a handsome, thought I can’t say the same for ‘Samu. It’s not my fault you can’t see true beauty when it’s right in your face,” teased Atsumu.

Irritated, you lunged for Atsumu, and Osamu joined you in your effort to pummel him six feet into the ground.

In the blink of an eye, more summers passed and soon enough Aran made his entrance into your life. You admired the older boy for his patience with the twins and his caring nature towards them despite their annoying ways. However, Atsumu had also learned that the world wasn’t as kind as he thought it’d be. Soon enough, the kids at the volleyball camp had shut him out and refused to play with him due to his competitive behavior.

Of course, where the twins were, you were, and you joined the camp even though you weren’t particularly fond of or good at volleyball. Even though you wouldn’t admit it to yourself, you would’ve been lonely without the twins badgering you every day, so you decided to ask your mom to let you go wit them. Maybe it was a good thing now that you saw how much the other kids didn’t like him.

Atsumu practiced setting the ball by himself while he was sitting at the entrance of the gym, oblivious to your presence behind him. Deciding to be a good friend, you softly called out his name and took a seat next to him. If Atsumu was saddened about his banishment from the other kids’ playtime, he didn’t show it.

“’Tsumu, do you wanna know a secret?” you whispered. At the mention of a secret, Atsumu stopped tossing the ball and leaned in eagerly. “You’re my favorite twin, but don’t tell ‘Samu I told you.”

Atsumu deflated at that. He knew you were saying that out of pity, but Atsumu never minded the fact that the other kids didn’t’ like him. All he needed was his brother and you. Seeing his disappointment, you tried again to make him feel better.

“I’m serious, ‘Tsumu. Even though the three of us always hang out together, you were the first person to talk to me when I moved here. You got me so angry that I couldn’t remember why I was crying in the first place.”

“The way you say that makes me sound like a bad person. Can’t you be a little nicer when you’re trying to comfort me?”

You chuckled. “Even though you guys are twins, ‘Samu could never replace you.” Atsumu huffed, but you could see he was feeling a little better. Then, out of nowhere, a volleyball flew straight into Atsumu’s head, disturbing the peaceful moment.

Atsumu angrily shouted at Osamu, getting up to chase him around. “Good aim!” you yelled to Osamu. You could only laugh at the scene, wishing to never grow up. However, more summers came and went and with every year, came more responsibilities and unrecognized feelings. Eventually at the age of 13, Atsumu overheard his mom talking on the phone with your mom about a move. He didn’t know what to do with this newfound knowledge and decided that he wanted to see you immediately.

Carefully sneaking out the house, he eventually reached the tree he climbed so many times to get to your bedroom window. After one knock, you opened the window and let him in, no doubt unable to get any sleep yourself. The two of you stood in your bedroom in silence, afraid to acknowledge the sudden news.

“Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t you tell me?” Atsumu was visibly upset. If anything, he thought he would’ve been the first one to know.

Assuming that he was accusing you from keeping it a secret, you angrily whispered, “I just found out too. It’s not like I want to move!”

Being Miya Atsumu, he couldn’t hold his tears in any longer. He was frustrated that one of the most important people in his life would leave just like that. He was frustrated that your mother had to move. He was frustrated that you couldn’t do anything about it. He was frustrated that he couldn’t do anything about it. You took a step forward and wrapped your arms around him, your own tears falling down your face. He held you tightly, figuring that if he had to let go soon, he would take this chance to engrain the way you fit in his arms into his memory.

In a rush of emotion, Atsumu blurted, “I really like you.” What a sight he must’ve been. He had tear streaks on his pink cheeks and snot coming out of his nose. His hair was wild from tossing and turning in his bed. Despite all this, you realized that you didn’t want anyone else to be comforting you.

“I like you, too,” you whimpered softly, afraid to disturb the moment. Atsumu’s knuckles brushed over your cheeks, his face coming closer by the second. His lips gently hovered over your own, silently asking for your consent. You slowly moved forward and closed your eyes. Your lips softly connected with his in a tender kiss.

Atsumu had his first kiss at the age of 13 with his best friend he met when he was five in her bedroom that was only dimly lit by the moonlight just days before she was supposed to move away, and he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. The two of you eventually fell asleep in your bed with the covers a mess and in the morning, your mom found him cuddled against you, still not letting go.

As it turns out, declaring his love for his neighbor at 3:09 AM wouldn’t stop her from moving away, as Atsumu soon learned. He rarely spoke to anyone other than his brother for three weeks before asking his mother if your mother had contacted them from your new house. His mother had shaken her head sympathetically, knowing the news would disappoint him. Neither of you had phones of your own so upon hearing that the only way of communication had been lost, he spent another three weeks in silence. The only thing that gave him peace of mind was the fact that no one ever tried to move into the house next to his again. That meant a part of you still lingered there.

Eventually, Atsumu made peace with the fact that you weren’t coming back and as he grew older, placed his memories of summer with you in the back of his mind. Even so, he would never forget the girl he fell in love with that summer.

During his off season, Atsumu would visit Osamu at his shop to grace his younger twin with his wonderful presence. During his visits, they would reminisce about the past. Most of their conversations would linger on their high school years though they would occasionally talk about their elementary school years and inevitably, you would come up. However, every time Atsumu asked about you, Osamu would reply that he hasn’t heard anything about you visiting and Atsumu would huff good naturedly. Atsumu knew that he’d have to have incredible luck to ever see you again, but a part of him still hoped that one day your paths would cross once more. To him, you weren’t just a part of his childhood. You were the girl he had fallen in love with and has loved ever since.

After a typical uneventful visit to his brother’s shop, Atsumu trekked home – his childhood home. Whenever he had games near his hometown, he would stay at his parent’s house for old times’ sake (and because Atsumu liked to cling onto his mother). Upon arriving home, Atsumu didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. His mother’s house was still the same shade of gray, albeit a little darker from years passed by. However, when he glanced upon the neighboring house out of reflex, he noticed the real estate sign that was posted on the fence was missing. At first, he felt bittersweet, like the removal of the sign was confirmation from the world that he should give up.

However, just as Atsumu was going to accept his fate, the familiar door swung open to reveal an even more familiar face. Atsumu had imagined many times what you would look like all grown up and matured when it was late at night and he was feeling lonely. Despite Atsumu’s wild imagination, none of his fantasies could ever compare to the real thing. There, you were standing on the very same steps as the ones where Atsumu first saw you. Your head tilted in confusion before you excitedly exclaimed, “’Tsumu? Is that really you?”

Despite years of his brother, his family, and even some of his friends calling him by his endearing nickname, the way you said it washed over him in a wave of nostalgia. He lightly whispered your name, afraid that if he made any sudden movements the moment would reveal itself to be an illusion. You hurriedly rushed down the steps and threw yourself at him. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around you, feeling your flesh under his skin. You were really in his arms and Atsumu had never felt more alive.

“You moved back?” he tearily asked.

You let out a light chuckle. “Yeah, I thought it would be romantic to move back to my childhood home. To be honest, I didn’t think hard about it. It was mostly just on a whim. Though now it’s definitely starting to feel like fate."

"I can’t believe you’re really back,” Atsumu sighed. “Why didn’t you ever try to contact me?” Atsumu wasn’t angry. Not at all. After having you in his embrace again, he couldn’t really be angry at you anymore.

“Sorry, I just figured that you were too busy, and I didn’t know how to approach you after – y’know – that night.” You shyly looked away from him, the memories of the night before your move rushing back.

“Well, I hope you haven’t cheated on me in the years we were apart,” Atsumu teased, referring to the agreement you made years ago.

“Are you sure you’re the one that should be saying that? Miya Atsumu is known for being a lady killer. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve had a couple of girlfriends in the past.”

Atsumu groaned. “Please don’t tell me you believe all that crap.”

You lifted a finger up to your lips. “Hmm. I don’t know. I think I’ve read a couple of articles about Miya Atsumu bringing an older lady out on dates,” you hummed, knowing full well Atsumu had just been accompanying his mother to the supermarket.

Atsumu smiled at you with glossy eyes. “I think there’s only ever been one person for me.” You grinned widely at him, thinking the same.

Though Atsumu wouldn’t consider himself a particularly lucky person, meeting and falling in love with you was definitely a stroke of luck.

#haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu x yn #atsumu x you #haikyuu fluff

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sexyandcringe · 10 months

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Warning(s): implied racism (NOT by tsumu or his fam!!), just reader havin dark thoughts, suggestive but not too much, talk about 'accident' kids but it's all in good fun.

Content: BROWN/BLACK READER! angsty a little bit but mostly comfort and fluff !!! Atsumu asking for consent <3

A/N: this is so, sooo badly written guys 😭 i did not bother to read it more than thrice and the ending is so cringe lmfao, so yeah whatever. I hope it makes someone smile, that's all i want!

It's a weird feeling.

The one you are feeling right now as Atsumu's arms hug you tight from behind, his breathe tickling your neck and little kisses are littered all over it. It's not unpleasant. It feels comfortable, safe.

You still can't believe that Atsumu is your boyfriend.

Like come on, let's be real. Why would anyone like him be in love with someone like you?

But Miya Atsumu convices you that he is utterly head over heels for you, and you trust him.

He has shown you multiple times proofs of his love to you and you are so grateful for everything he does for you. Your heart is filled with so much love for him it might explode soon.

You always believed that you were pretty enough to fuck, but not enough to make people stay in your life. People finding you physically attractive was nothing new to you, but someone wanting to spend the rest or life lives with you? That's something you never heard of (nor hoped for) in your entire life.

Until Atsumu came in.

He was kind to you. A kindness that wasn't allowed to you throughout your childhood. A kindness that makes your heart cry because what the hell did you do to deserve him?!

And now he is your boyfriend and he looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing in this world. He is staring at you now, his honey eyes searching for your soul, trying to understand what goes through your pretty little head.

You blush furiously.

"My parents want to meet you." he suddenly says.

You freeze.

Fear seeps through your veins and your hands start to shake. A multitude of thoughts run in your mind and you try try try to appear unbothered and cool. But It's impossible with Atsumu.

"If that is okay with you, of course!! I dont want to pressure you into this." he says, gesturing with his hands as to emphasize the words.

You look at him uncomfortably, not knowing how to explain your thoughts to him. Of course you want to meet his parents, you want to know everything about him and be everywhere he has ever been, you want to know the people he loves and and the people he hates.

But trauma isn't this easy to overcome and it's even harder when your hypothesis have been confirmed over and over again: parents hate you. It's not an opinion to you, it's something unavoidable, a fact that you can't delete from your mind.

In all your previous friendships and relationships, your friend's or partner's parents have disliked you and asked their son to be less close, less friendly, less loving to you. You hoped and hoped and hoped that maybe this time would be different, you acted like it didn't affect you, like you didn't care. you hoped that your ex's parents weren't like that, but you were a fool. You knew inside what you were expecting and eventually you got what you wanted to avoid: his parents subtly told him to stop inviting you over. It started like this. Later, they asked him to come home earlier, to spend less time with you, and slowly, very, very slowly, everything fell apart.

You always knew the reason of their behaviour, it was nothing new to you after all, but it hurt every single time. It hurt back then, and it still hurts now to imagine what would happen if you met Atsumu's parents. They would see you, act nice and welcoming, make you a warm coffee and offer you a snack, but the second you leave, they'll have a talk with Atsumu. Something along the lines "She's a nice girl.. But i think you could do better.." or "You should think thoroughly about this...".

All this, because you are different from them. Your skin colour is different, your culture is different, your existence is different.

Not even your personality could compensate that kind of gap; you don't even know how to talk to parents, you barely talk to your own.

How do you explain this to Atsumu? That you are terrified, absolutely horrified with the idea of his parents hating you and him walking away from you to not disappoint them.

You decide that you are tired of all this.

"Sure" you say against your will.

You don't want to lose Atsumu, you don't want your past to happen again, but you have no choice. You would rather end the pain here than wait more months or years in which you get closer to Atsumu, just to be left devasted again.

End it now, end it all.

The day comes way sooner than you thought, than you hoped, but Atsumu is eager for it, and you can't suppress a sad smile when you see him all happy and giggly as he drives you to his home.

You try your best not to ruin his mood, this is as much about him as you, he told you he never brought a girl to his house before, all his exes didn't last enough to make it until his house.

Soon, he is parked in his modern style house's garage and you can feel anxiety creeping up your spine.

His house is pretty, a yellow painting with plants and flowers hanging from the balcony and at the entrance of the door. He has little garden with a little dwarf statue holding a cat, some leaves flying messily from one of the small bushes.

He doesn't ring nor knocks (duh, it's his own house), and opens the door.

You notice little details hanging around the walls, like a picture of him with Osamu and their dad, little hands holding a volleyball and a big smile on their face. Or the wooden shelf where all the keys are stacked in a ceramic bowl. You recognize the decoration on it, a "prothesis" in black and golden.

Atsumu invites you into the living room, letting you sit on the couch as he goes to the kitchen, where you assume his parents might be.

"Papa, Ma-" you hear him talk, but he stops in his tracks and you understand the reason when you hear him yell speak again: "Please, we literally have a guest over, you can have your baby making session later, in your room!"

"I was JUST kissing her, you little shit. You act like you've never seen two lovers kiss!" a male's voice replies back.

"You two stop fighting! Where is she Tsumie?" another voice, this time coming from a female.

You giggle at the petname you discovered of Atsumu and you are sure you're going to call him like this like, forever.

At that your heart clenches again.

Forever huh? If only it was this easy.

You get up when you finally see his parents coming out of the kitchen, followed by their son who gives you a bright grin.

"Hello." you bow, "I'm Y/N, Atsumu's garfield. AH- UM I mean, I mean girlfriend!" you blush furiously and hear Atsumu's suppressed laughter. You want Mother Earth to suck you in herself and make you disappear forever.

His mother's laugh makes your tense shoulders loose, "Nice to meet you Garfield." she jokes as she hugs you. You blush again. You have already messed this up.

"Hello sir." you bow to his father and you are hoping that his reply won't be too dry. If your communication skills with parents are bad, specifically, with fathers, they are the worst. At least mothers tried to hide their disgust and hatred towards you, but the father never cared about any of that. Not like they were outwardly mean, but they would just give you a dryass greeting and get out of the house (or shut themselves in their room). You are terrified of his father hating you, but your mind blanks out when Atsumu's dad reaches out to give you a hug, too. "It's so good to meet you, sweetie." he says.

You nearly fall from the shock but regain your composure soon enough. What the hell. What's this? Decent human beings?!

"It's nice to meet you, too."

His father's smile is kind and you wonder if it's all an act, a disgusted face hidden behind an evil grin, but really, it looks so innocent and pure you can't really imagine this man ever being angry at anyone at all.

He speaks again, "Make yourself comfortable, me and Atsumu's mother are going to make you lunch, what would you like to eat?"

You put your hands in front of you "Anything is fine really! I'm not picky! As long as eggplants aren't involved!" You joke, "Thank you!"

His parents smile at you and leave some privacy to you and Atsumu, who is now taking you upstairs to his room.

Fuck, Atsumu's room. You are about to enter his room. Atsumu's room. Him and you, alone. On a bed. Fuck. You didn't even think about this, too worried about his parents.

When he opens the door, it's exactly how you imagined it. White and blue walls with a lot of posters messily arranged, two volleyballs sitting on the floor and a gaming pc. Well, it is how you imagined it but less messy, you assume he cleaned up today before picking you up. What a cutie.

"You can sit wherever you want." Atsumu takes his shoes off and falls on his bed; you follow him and sit on his lap. He grins. "Didn't know you were that eager fe' me."

"You said I can sit wherever I want, and I want to sit," you point at his lap, "here."

It's surprising how comfortable you feel around Atsumu, as if the interaction with his parents didn't happen just 30 seconds ago, as if you weren't making scenarios in your head about when he will, finally, leave you.

"They look nice, your parents." your voice is a whisper for only his ears to hear.

"They are nice, sweetheart."

"Well, I wouldn't have known, I'm scared of parents."

He laughs at that, thinking you are joking- or maybe not - cradling your face in his hands. "My love, I have been telling them about you since, like, forever, they literally already loved you even before knowing you. So don't get stupid ideas in your little brain."

"Okay first of all, my brain is not "little", you fuckface," you point to him, "and secondly, yeah... thanks for the comfort." God you are terrible with words.

He squishes your face and kisses your puckered lips, "I love you." he says between kisses and you can practically feel his love all over you. You want to stay like this forever. He lets his hands wander on your body, stopping just right over your hips, under your shirt. His kisses get more heated as he pulls you tighter against him. His lips are everywhere, on your lips, your chin, your collarbone, neck, shoulders, "Y/N..." he breathes "Can I?" he asks with his fingers playing with the hem of your blouse.

Thousands of thoughts are running in your head and you don't know what to do or say, you want him, yes, but not now, not like this while his parents are downstairs and it's your first day over his house. You hesitate, not knowing how he will react if you tell him that you want to wait.

You are still thinking what to reply when his hands stop their movement, his eyes searching for yours.

"Don't be scared. I won't be mad, nor disappointed if you are not ready."

And god you want to scream, cry and punch holes in every wall you see because this man is so, so gentle, so kind, so perfect. He is everything every girl could dream of. Just for you.

You hug him, play with his golden hair, "Atsumu, I love you, and trust me when I say that I want you. I just don't want to do it now, if that's okay with you. I want to wait."

Communication with Atsumu comes easy to you. Everyone thinks he is not considerate of people's feelings and is rude, arrogant and what not, but you have come to learn that with you he actually has high emotional intelligence, he understands you like no one else and he does not act like a child with anger issues like people think he is. You are grateful for that.

"No problem at all baby." is all he says before throwing you on the bed and tickling you until you can't breathe anymore.

You both play fight, cuddle, make out and look at his old album pictures until his mother knocks the door, inviting you to eat lunch.

You follow them downstairs, sitting on the table next to Atsumu and in front of his mother, his father sitting adjacent to you.

His parents ask you a lot of questions related to university/work, family, friends and how you and Atsumu met (you tell them he asked for your number first and you rejected, making Atsumu whine. "ya weren't s'pposed to tell em that Y/N!"); you get to know them better too, his father is really good at cooking apparently and you wonder if Osamu got it from him, and his mother used to play in a rock band back in university as the bassist. So fucking cool, you think.

"Why did you stop?" you ask her, hesitating, wondering if you might touch some sensitive subject.

She laughs, "because this little shit here" she slaps on her husband's shoulder, "got me these other two little shits in ma belly!"

Your eyes widen in shock. What the fuck? Did she just out loud told Atsumu (and Osamu) that he is a mistake?!

"Ma, stop saying that as if we're an accident!" Atsumu yells frustrated. "It's not what you think Y/N. They decided that on their own, so my mom left the band after they both agreed to move in together and start a family. I am not an accident, nor is Samu."

"You won't let me spice up my life story, will you?!"

"There's nothing spicy in telling your child that he is a mistake, what the hell-"

"Okay okay calm down you too! Stop acting like kids! Y/N is losing her mind." it's his father now talking and you scratch your head, a small confused smile on your face.

Is this how normal families joke around?

Anyways, they are all smiling and laughing so you assume that's normal chit chat in the Miya household, so you join them, making fun of Atsumu and the way he always licks his lips after drinking anything, the little "chip chip" sounds he make with his tongue and how he actually loves being made fun of (he's a masochist).

The day's over earlier than you expected and you can't actually believe you had a good time. You were laughing and making jokes with his parents and they did not look at you weird.

They invite you over again and after a few weeks you meet them again and this time you cook with them and it's fun.

You realize not all parents hate you and the past does not define you. You have every right to be happy and be loved for who you are. You feel loved and accepted and really, it's all you could have asked for in this life.

You truly are blessed.

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