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harmonictechnicality · 1 year

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*based off this awesome art right here by @chocoarts - the sketch on the left in particular :)

It doesn’t take long for Steve to get used to Eddie’s raised-by-wolves levels of affection. The hair chewing and the shoulder nibbles and the freckle licking. It’s never classified normal stuff - definitely not stuff he ever did with dainty Hawkins High girls, that’s for damn sure.

But still, it takes no time to get used to it. Full on expects it, by now. The most notable time that Steve is expecting it is on their one year anniversary.

Two months prior to the Big Day, Eddie's spontaneity and Steve's boredom led to an impulsive stick-and-poke tattoo on Steve's forearm. Eddie wanted to give Steve a simple crown. Told him it was to reclaim the stupid nickname from high school, make it his own.

'Overthrow all the teenaged bullshit. Kick trauma in the metaphorical ass.' Eddie had said after completing it, smiling up at Steve. 'It's what kings do best.'

After that day, Steve decides to add on to his impulsive tattoo and surprise Eddie with it. He gets one small bat, just like the ones on Eddie's arm. Gets it right next to the crown, side-by-side. The same way they all fought together a while back.

As soon as Eddie sees the addition, he tackles Steve, linebacker style. Steve is ready for it, totally braces for the aggressive affection. Fucking loves it. Expects it.

However, Eddie doesn't just stop there. Oh no. He climbs up Steve's body, tightly wrapping his arms around Steve's neck. Wraps his legs around Steve's upper arms even tighter.

Which... how the hell did Eddie get so flexible? And when the hell did Eddie get so flexible? Like, yeah they do some semi-contortionist stuff in the bedroom, mostly when they're hyped up on sugary soft drinks.

But this? This is... new. Wild.

He clutches on to Steve like he's a goddamn tree trunk. Some rare tree species that's in grave danger of being chopped down from the rainforest or whatever. He’s making lots of pleased sounds, singing maybe. Hard to tell for sure.

Steve holds Eddie firmly, hands underneath his thigh, his back, anywhere that he can get a solid grip. Keeps him safe from whatever corporate bulldozer that dares to take down their weirdly amazing love.

"Shit, I'm crazy about you." Eddie nuzzles into Steve's hair. "Like... totally and completely."

Steve laughs, comes out a bit strangled from the way Eddie is clinging to him. "Guessing you like it, huh?"

"Duh." Eddie slides off, connecting their hands on his way down.

"It represents-"

"I know what it represents." Eddie interrupts, his expression softens from the reminder, the difficult topic they're both skipping around. "You don't have to say it."

He does though, Steve has to say it. Needs to say it the same exact way Eddie had said it to him two months ago.

Because yeah, they act tough about what went down that night. But that doesn't mean they should just be stuck in a cycle of Acting Tough. Pretending to be okay all the damn time.

So Steve takes Eddie's arm, the one that's covered with tiny bat silhouettes. He holds their two arms together and carefully brushes over each tattoo design. Tells Eddie to reclaim the stupid scars that litter his body.

"Fight off all the inter-dimensional bullshit. Kick trauma's metaphorical ass." Steve smiles up at Eddie, who suddenly looks serious, focused. "It's what heroes do best."

"Steve." The seriousness is wiped clean off of Eddie's face. It's quickly replaced with a gentle grin. Relief reaching over his furrowed brow. No more worry lines. No more grimace. He looks at ease. Content, maybe.

And as much as Steve enjoys making Eddie feel content, he wants him happier right now. So he switches up the energy, tries to lighten the mood a little. Steve hooks his fingers into Eddie's front pockets, readying to pull him in.

It's predictable, been his go to make-out move any time they're standing up. This is a special fucking day, however, and that calls for a Special Edition Make-Out Move.

So Steve digs each hand deep into Eddie's pockets, wiggles them around a bit. Watches Eddie's cheeks go pink, blotchy red in some places. Steve moves all of the coins and lint and questionable items out of the way, making room.

He takes deep breath, then yanks the seams at the very bottom of each pocket, flipping the material inside out. Sticking straight up from his jeans.

Eddie is all red now, flushed down to his neck. "What the..."

Steve tugs on the flipped out pocket seams, jolting Eddie closer. He lands on Steve's lips, colliding a bit roughly. For a second, they're too busy smiling to kiss properly. But Steve slides his hands up Eddie's chest, around his neck, scratches the tiny hairs on the back of Eddie's head, and that's it. That's all that it takes for them to get lost in the kiss.

Eddie's mouth opens, biting the center of Steve's bottom lip. Breathes out the warmest air as he lets go, returns to a softer approach. Steve licks over the spot, soothes the pulse that Eddie left behind.

"That was... different. " Eddie laughs. He swipes his tongue over Steve's cupids bow, traces an outline until Steve is laughing too.

"Bad different?" Steve asks.

"Not at all." Eddie shakes Steve by the shoulders like he’s nuts for asking such an outrageous question. "Besides, different is right up my alley, babe."

"I'm highly aware."

"Didn't realize I was such a bad influence on your freakier side."

"What can I say?" Steve shrugs, steals one of Eddie’s rings to twirl around his finger. "I'm very easily persuaded."

They head over to the couch, kissing haphazardly as they flop down. Eddie tugs and twists at the fabric of Steve’s shirt, stretching it out. Wrinkling it. Steve couldn’t care less if it gets ruined because Eddie will be the one ruining it.

Eddie sighs into the kiss. Not a sexy sigh either (which are obviously Steve’s favorite of the sighing variety). It sounds more shocked. Disbelief or something.

Steve angles his head away from the kiss to see that Eddie’s eyes are open, wandering all over Steve’s face. It’s pretty cute, seeing Eddie too busy just staring to even shut his eyes mid-kiss. Like his schedule is too jam-packed up with Gawking, has to multitask during their make out sessions now.

"Kinda can’t believe it." Eddie finally says, still staring.

"What?" Steve stares backs. Makes it a staring contest. Doesn't tell Eddie though cause he wants to win.

Eddie motions toward his pockets that are still turned inside out. "After one whole year, you still keep me on my toes with shit like that."

"I do?"

"Sure do. You're something else, babe.”

"I am?" Steve blinks.

Damnit, he lost the one-sided staring contest.

“Yup.” Eddie nods, transitions to chewing on a chunk of Steve’s hair like he always does. Sometimes, he’ll make mooing sounds. Especially after sex, when he’s at his goofiest. Most comfortable.

It’s fucking unreal how Steve has learned all of these quirks. How he waits for them, anticipates them. Every bit feels familiar to him now.

"You're unexpected in all the best ways, Harrington."

Steve tries not to gush at that compliment. It's not one he gets often.

Eddie stops chewing on Steve’s hair to kiss his cheek instead. The kiss is powdery-sweet, miles away from his usual eagerness. Still perfect somehow. Just like the weird stuff is somehow perfect too.

That's kind of who they are together. Weird and unexpected.

In all the best ways.

#steddie #steddie fic #bit of fluff to sweeten the weekend #just wanted to celebrate their 2k follower milestone with this little ficlet #so congrats!! 🎉#thank you for creating lovely art for this fandom!#I’m sorry I can’t draw nice things to show my gratitude #so I hope these words will be sufficient instead :)#and if you hate them then just pretend this never happened lol

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flyingraijin · 1 year

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sweetener. - Ch 11

excuse me, I love you.

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x fem!reader

Word Count: 4833

Warnings: Swearing, finally some conflict, and romantic tension, also I know volleyball players aren't allowed to be on their phones during matches, however I chose to bend that rule for the sake of the plot, all characters are 18+

Series masterlist + ao3

You have a lot of time to think over the next couple of weeks. You’re not able to see Atsumu as much, because he’s been training for the Spring National qualifiers that are coming up, and you yourself have a ton of school work to make your way through. It hurts a little because you want to see him, especially after your little realisation in the shower. But, as you also come to convince yourself as the weeks pass by and the distance between you continues you, maybe it's better that you're not getting any closer to him.

You're in love with him. You can say that with confidence now, since it’s one thing you have not stopped thinking about since you’ve figured it out. Every time you see him, even if it's just in passing, there's a little voice in the back of your head chanting it over and over again.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love-

You figured you should be able to understand the feeling by now. After all, you've been in love before… right? Suna was your first love, you’d never deny it. But as time passes and you delve deeper into your feelings for Atsumu, you start to realise you're scarily unfamiliar with what it all means. What you feel for Atsumu is different to what you had felt for Suna. It's difficult to navigate and difficult to pin down, and that scares you because you don't really know what you're supposed to do with it. You also have no idea if Atsumu feels the same way; maybe he does, maybe he doesn't. Granted, he’s affectionate with you, at lot of the time when he doesn’t need to be. And there are those few times, which end up happening again over the weeks, where you just catch his eye and it's like everything around you melts away. You don’t know what they mean and you don’t know if Atsumu recognises them as you do. Which is why you stay quiet about your feelings.

It's also why, as the time passes and the qualifiers loom ahead of you, that you start to feel more and more guilty.

You love Atsumu. You’re in love with him. Only, he doesn’t know that. He has no idea and the pair of you are still keeping up this fake relationship. You still hold his hand, still kiss him when you need to, you two play up the couple as much as you can. And you enjoy it now. You like being his girlfriend. Which is exactly the problem.

It's a realisation that you come to some time in the middle of the night during the week before qualifiers. You’re using him. This isn’t about Suna anymore, it hasn’t been since that day at the beach, or maybe even longer. You couldn’t give a flying fuck about what may Suna think anymore - you don’t look for him when you hang onto Atsumu, you don't acknowledge him when he glares. You don’t care. You do care about Atsumu though. You’ve got him trapped now, caught in your web of pretences and it genuinely makes you feel a little sick. You don’t want that for him; if he doesn’t like you in that way, he shouldn’t have to keep playing at a relationship just because you’ve fallen for him. That’s not his fault. And now that you truly have no reason to continue this… arrangement anymore, apart from the fact that it allows you to be with Atsumu, you start to realise slowly and painfully that…

That it might be time for things to end between the pair of you.

You and Atsumu have never really discussed the break up before. It’d always seemed far away, something hat would come once your goal was achieved. Only now your goal is gone and you can’t help but turn your attention to the end of this thing with Atsumu. The qualifiers coming up have put a lot of things into perspective for you, mainly the fact of just how long this has been going on. You’d started this whole thing towards the end of August, early on in the school term, and it’s almost November now. That's a long time, all things considered, and you can't help but hate yourself a little for keeping Atsumu to yourself for so long. Not that's he’s ever expressed any kind of objection to what the pair of you have going on, but you can’t help it. You love him and as far as you know, he doesn’t love you. So it’s only fair that you let him go.

At first, you think about outright confessing to him. However, the thought fills you with dread and you eventually back out of it because you’re a damn coward. Then you just decide to end this thing between you two. The pair of you can remain friends, you figure, and you can get some more time to gauge Atsumu’s feelings and your own. You also don't want to distract him at all during the build up to nationals, so making a big thing out of telling him your feelings would probably be selfish. At least, that's what you tell yourself.

With this decided, you take the next week to try and catch Atsumu for long enough to talk to him properly. He’s not sitting with you during lunch every day anymore, and even when he does Hinami is always there with you. He also hasn’t walked you home for a while, preferring to stay at school late into the evening to practice volleyball. You don’t blame him for it but it is frustrating. Especially so when the few times you do manage to catch him alone - once before his volleyball practice starts, once in the morning before school and once when you run into him on your way out of school - each time is interrupted by some or other person coming to steal him away from you.

You don’t text him to ask if the pair of you can talk. You're too scared to, and there's some part of you, buried deep down, that can't help but think that maybe if you never get the chance organically, maybe you can just keep thing's going for a little longer. So you wait and wait, trying half-heartedly right up until the very last minute.

You only finally get a real chance to talk to him the night before the team is due to play in their first day of Spring Nationals qualifying. You take the afternoon off to come and watch their last practice, and when Coach Kurosu makes it very clear that no one is to stay late for extra practice today, on the basis that everyone needs sleep and should not risk overwork or injury, you jump at the chance to catch Atsumu before you really even think about it.Thankfully, he and Osamu are on clean up duty today, so you feel comfortable enough to jump down the steps of the stands and then simply ask Osamu if it’s alright if you take his place this evening. He looks a little surprised, since you’ve never been so eager to help clean up the gym before, but takes the chance he’s given to escape early and eventually leaves the gym, finally allowing you the alone time that you need with his twin.

Only, when you're finally here, standing opposite Atsumu with no one else around, you really don’t know where to even start.

You just watch him silently for a while, as he jogs around, picking up stray balls and throwing them into the ball cart. You help him when he needs it, carrying equipment. You listen as he talks a bit, and answer when you need to. But you can’t seem to find the words to say what you came here to. It’s once everything is put away and it really is time to go, that you force yourself to step up. Because you know you’ll not get another chance to do this, not for weeks, or even months maybe.

It’s hurts though, a real pain in your chest. But you do it anyway.

“Um, Atsumu?”

He looks up from where he’s in the middle of pull on his jacket. “Yeah, princess?”

"There's something I need to talk to you about," you say, your throat dry and your voice thin with nerves. Atsumu doesn't seem to notice though, his expression as warm as usual. He nods at you, encouragingly, as if he's eager to hear what you have to say. So kind, so attentive, just as always. You feel sick, twisting your hands together in front of you.

"Um," you start slowly. "I've just... I've been think about this for a while and... well, we've been in this fake relationship for a while now and... Suna isn't going to change now. It's starting to feel like I'm just using you so I think..."

"Ya think?" Atsumu prompts when you trail off, biting at the inside of your cheek. You force down the cold feeling of fear in your chest.

“I…” You stop, choke a little on the words. Swallow and start again. “I think we need to stop.”

“Stop?” He’s still so relaxed, easy. He doesn’t realise what you're saying.

“Stop this,” you tell him. Your hands ball up at your sides, fingers curled so they don't shake. “I think it’s time that we end this whole relationship thing.”

Atsumu looks at you. Really looks at you. His eyes have turned wide, his mouth falling open a little as for the first time he fully processes your words, and he seems surprised, shocked even. Like it was the last thing he’d expected to hear from you.

“What?” His voice is quiet.

“It’s just…” you start, forcing your voice not to break. “It really has been going on for too long. I can see that nothing happened with Suna, I don't really even care about something happening anymore. I'm completely over him and it just doesn't feel right. I know you're supposed to be benefitting for this too but are you actually? I don't... I don't see a reason for us to keep this up. It's just making things complicated. ”

“So ya want it over?" His voice is cold and his eyes…

Suddenly, his eyes looks different to anything you’ve ever seen from him before. His whole expression really, is foreign to you. He’s looking at you with an iciness you don’t recognise. You can't help it when the tears spring to your eyes.

“Atsumu…”

“No,” Atsumu says quickly. He turns away from you then, his face blank. “No, it’s fine. If that's what ya want.”

“I don’t want …” you start out. You’re desperate to tell him the truth, to explain that it's only the facade you want to end. You don't want to let him go. But this Atsumu, you don’t recognise him. And it has you stumbling, tripping over yourself. “It’s for the best. It's just... adding extra complications to both of our lives at this point.”

Atsumu makes a noise. You almost think it might be a growl of objection, something to go against what you're saying. But then you see him nod his head. “Yer right,” he says then, his voice cold and hard. A tear slips down your cheek. “This has gone on too long.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispers. Atsumu shakes his head and turns back then, looking at you again. There’s something in his eyes, something deep and painful that you can’t quite put a name to.

“Don’t be,” he tells you and in any other instance, you might’ve taken comfort from his words. “It’s fine.”

“We…” you start out, hastily raising your hand to wipe at your eyes. You don’t want to cry, you don’t want him to see how much this is hurting you. You’re setting him free by doing this, you don't want him feeling guilty about it. “We can still be friends, right?”

You expect him to smile at you. That cute, soft smile you’ve grown to love. You want him to smile and tell you yes, of course you can still be friends. It's obvious friends was all you were ever really meant to be and even if you can’t have him the way your heart longs for, you still want him as a friend. And you’d thought he’d felt the same.

Only that smile never comes and he just gives you a look that genuinely knocks you back, has you stepping away from him with a soft inhale.

“I don't think thats possible,” he says simply. His voice is so level, so indifferent and yet so cold, it twists the dagger that's stabbing into your heart all on its own. The tears rise back up and your vision blurs.

“But -”

“Sorry,” Atsumu mutters. He zips his jacket the rest of the way up before turning to step towards the door of the gym. “I’ll see ya around.”

And just like that, it’s all over. He’s gone, lost to the darkness of the night outside and you're standing alone in the gym, your entire body frozen as you try to process what just happened.

It occurs to you then that you think you’ve been here before. Months ago on Suna’s doorstep when he’d shut the door on your relationship. You recognise this feeling of loss, and confusion, and abandonment. What you don’t recognise is the heartbreak.

This is so much worse than before.

You cant help but sink down to the ground then, falling to your knees on the wooden floor of the volleyball court as the tears finally escape. They drop down, speckling the floorboards below you and you have to slap a hand over your mouth to stop an audible sob from escaping you.

He’s gone , is all you can think as your shoulders shake and you squeeze your eyes shut. Your heart feels like it’s ripping apart. He’s gone.

He’s gone. Atsumu is gone.

What do I do now?

You truly consider not going to the qualifiers the next day. Really. In fact, you're convinced that you won't go right up until the last second, until you get a message from Matsui telling you to wish the boys good luck and get as many photos of Osamu as you possibly can. It's only then that you throw yourself out of bed, pull on the closest clothes that you have that aren’t dirty, grab your camera and then head out the door in a rush.

You take the bus to the gym where the official games are being held and, after pulling on Atsumu’s jacket - which you still have - just to make sure you don't get heckled by the infamous Inarizaki cheer squad, you sneak your way up onto the stands to find a good spot to watch the game from.

Hinami joins you relatively quickly. You see her enter the seating area and wave her down as fast as you can, because sitting all alone among a huge group of people all waving fans and beating sticks with the names of the players on them has you feel increasingly uncomfortable. You watch as she jogs her way down the steps before sliding into the seat you’ve saved for her and lets out a long sigh.

“Thank goodness, I barely made it.”

“The other team isn’t even here yet,” you tell her quietly. “You're fine.” She just waves a hand nonchalantly in reply.

“So, how do you think they’ll do today?”

Something twists deep in your gut as you're forced to think about the team (Atsumu) and you avert your eyes from Hinami to make sure she doesn’t see through you. “They’ll be fine,” you mumble, looking down at your hands balled in your lap instead. “Just fine.”

Hinami snorts. “Well, you sure seem confident. Hey, do you think-”

But then she cuts herself off and when you look up questioningly, you realise she’s staring right at you. Your stomach drops.

“W-what?”

Hinami’s eyes narrow and without warning she reaches over to grab your chin, forcing your head up. The corners of her mouth turn down as she inspects your entire face.

“You look horrible.”

You let out a soft snort and try to shove her hand away. “Wow, thanks.”

Hinami rolls her eyes. “You know I don’t mean like that. But really, you don’t look good. Is everything okay?”

You purse your lips. You should tell her. Atsumu and I broke up . That's all you need to say, you know she won't hound you for details until you're ready to give them. But there's something holding you back. That little voice that keeps repeating how much you don’t want it to be over.

Then again, if you don't tell her that you and Atsumu are done, you’ll be no better than Suna had been with his family. And you can’t stomach that.

“I’ll explain after the game,” you say eventually, settling for that compromise. “There isn’t enough time now.” There is. But you want to hold onto the fantasy for a little longer.

Hinami watches you suspiciously for a second, her eyes concerned. Then her gaze flickers for a moment, down to the court when the Inarizaki team are in the middle of doing some warm-up shots. Maybe she's looking at Atsumu. You think if she is, she's probably putting the pieces together on her own. But thankfully, she doesn’t say anything.

“Alright. As long as your'e okay.”

You give her a soft, if sad, smile, and reach over to grab her hand. “I will be,” you tell her sincerely. “Promise.”

She only smiles back at you.

The whistle is blown not long after and both of your attentions are turned back down to the court. The teams are lining up, ready to begin, and despite everything rushing inside you, you feel a spark of the familiar tension and anticipation that comes with the start of every official volleyball match. Instinctively, you reach forward to unzip you camera bag and pull out your camera. After all, you are technically here on official photography club business, not just to spectate.

Inarizaki chooses to receive the ball first and after a good rally, they take the first point of the match. You cheer with everyone else sitting around you but there's something ticking in the back of your mind. The rally was good but the final shot wasn’t anything impressive; in fact, the set by Atsumu wasn't even an overhand toss, just a bump set. You cant help but think that maybe there’s something up with him.

Inarizaki serves next, and as is usual, Atsumu is up to serve. You know how the team likes to do it; have Atsumu pull off some crazy power serve right at the beginning, in order to completely terrify their opponents. You can't help up hold your breath as you watch Atsumu take six steps from the line, and then turn, ball gripped tightly in his hand. There's a look on his face, that same cold anger you’d born witness to yesterday. He’s very tense, focussed but not in the kind of way he usually is before a serve. And when the whistle does blow and he shucks the ball in the air for the serve toss, you can tell. He’s mad. Much too angry to keep it contained. His hand swipes through the air, cutting is so quickly it’s almost a blur and then he hits the ball with so much power you, and the rest of the crowd around you, actually recoil slightly at the sound of the thwack! It makes.

It would have been a perfect serve. It's got the spin and power that would stop anyone, even the most talented of liberos from receiving it. Only, it's too violent, too aggressive. The ball totally overshoots the court and actually slams into the barriers that are lined up metres behind the service zone. It falls back with a loud crunch and you can just about hear the sigh of relief the supporters of the other team let out. It was a scary serve, alright, but it’s out.

And that only seems to make Atsumu even angrier.

You watch as Atsumu walks back, going to talk his place in the Inarizaki rotation once again. You watch as Ginjima turns his head to say something to him, and watch as Osamu actually aims a slap upside Atsumu's head. Usually, that’d put him in gear, you know . Just like any volleyball player, you know he understands well enough that, while frustrating, a flubbed serve isn’t the end of the world.

But today his eyes remain the same and none of the tension dissolves from his body. He’s not letting it go like he usually does. Your suspicions grow.

And continue to do so as the set moves on. As the rallies continue and the points rack it, it's becoming obvious there's something wrong with Atsumu. Every step he takes is done so with fire and that might’ve been good if it didn’t seem to totally blind him. He’s far too aggressive; his serves go out a few times more, some of the sets he tosses up are a struggle for the spikers to hit and at one points you actually think he’s about to round on Osamu and yell at him, right in the middle of the set. It’s worrying, you’ve never seen him like this before. But it also puts an idea in your head and makes you think back to last night.

This anger, you’d seen it then, reflected in Atsumu when you told him you wanted to end things. But it’d been diluted then, with something far more visceral, something you’d recognised at the time but couldn’t name.

Only now, as you watch him slap down one of the most violent spikes of the entire game so far, which only just stays in, you suddenly realise what it was that you had seen.

Heartbreak.

Atsumu, I love you.

And just like that you have a plan.

You can't put it into action until the set comes to an end. Despite the sloppy plays, Inarizaki do just manage to take it but only by the smallest of margins. You watch as the boys return to the side of the court, all going to get their water bottles and wipe off their dripping faces as they take their small break before moving on the next set. You notice Atsumu keeping notably to himself, staying out of the way of his teammates as he flops down not even on the bench but on the floor. He pulls the towel over his head, hiding his face a little as his arms rest across his knees, and you don't miss the way he seems to shrink into himself. There’s definitely something wrong there and while you're not certain it's what you think it is, you decide on taking the plunge anyway.

Really, if things do turn out as you have a suspicion they will, you were probably very stupid not to just say something earlier.

For a moment, you fish through the bag at your feet for your cellphone. Once you've got it, you raise it up so you can snap a photograph of Atsumu looking so forlorn and alone in the corner. Your hands shake a little as you open up your texts and then go to Atsumu's chat. Then you attach the image and go to type out a message.

You

Image attached

You’re pretty shit without your good luck kiss

For a moment you hesitate, staring down at the screen of your phone with your bottom lip caught between your teeth. Then you feel someone shift beside you before a hand makes it's way into yours. When you look up, you see Hinami giving you a soft smile.

When she sees you looking, she gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Go on,” she says quietly. “There isn’t much time.”

You hit the send button.

Immediately your eyes jump back up to Atsumu. He’s got his phone on him, you can see it in the little pile of his things on the floor beside him. You can see when the screen lights up with the notification of your text and you can see when it catches Atsumu’s attention. You heart is in your throat as you watch him reach for his phone, tap in his password before opening your new message. For a second you genuinely can't breath, so scared that he’ll just turn his phone off and ignore you, or even worse, tell you to get the fuck out. You have a suspicion but it’s only that, baseless and banking on your instincts alone. And you could be totally wrong in it.

Only…

Atsumu lifts his head. His eyes search the stands for a moment before they find yours and just like that, you get that feeling again. Like nothing but you and Atsumu exists in the whole world. The chatter and cheers all around you fall away and you're just left to stare down at him, to stare into his bright amber eyes and hope to all hell that he acknowledges you. Just a nod would be enough, anything to show that he knows you're where and he’s alright with that.

But, as usual, Atsumu does you one better. His lips part for a moment, probably out of surprise at finding you staring down at him. And then his cold face splits into a grin and he smiles - he smiles - up at you. That cheeky, slightly smug but genuine smile that you’ve fallen in love with. The one that makes your heart race and your entire world feel like it's made out of fucking rainbows and butterflies. You've missed it, even in the twelve or so hours you haven’t seen it, you’ve missed it. You’ve missed him .

Briefly Atsumu's head drops and his fingers fly over the screen of his phone. Then you feel your own phone vibrate in your hand and you look down yourself to see he’s replied to you.

Atsumu

Wanna give me one now? ;)

You have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. He's always to cocky, so cheeky. It used to annoy you but now…

You can’t express, even to yourself, just how much you love it.

Shaking your head, you look up at him again. He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively and you can’t help but giggle. Your fingers shake with how fast you go to respond to his message.

You

Why should I?

Atsumu

I’ll cash in my other free kiss for it

You look up at him again, your face burning. He hasn’t said it outright, hell, you haven't even said it outright. To an outsider, your conversation would looking just the same as all the other ones you’ve had. Only you can feel that something is different. Something has changed between the pair of you. You’d opened up to him by sending him that first message and he’d accepted it, accepted you .

It’s with this in mind that you sit up a little straighter and raise your hand. You can feel Atsumu’s gaze on it as you bring your fingers to your lips, kissing then softly. Then you open your hand extending it to him as you pretend to blow the kiss in his direction.

You don’t expect him to react beyond smiling at you. Maybe reciprocate the gesture at the most. But Atsumu surprises you yet again. When you kiss comes his way, he raises his hand and makes a grabbing motion, as if catching it out of the air. And then, right there in front of the whole gym, with his eyes locked on yours, he brings his hand to his mouth, touching his lips to his curled fingers gently.

Something inside you explodes and you have to make a physical effort not to spontaneously combust then and there. Because you know, you know , that things are just fine between you and Atsumu now. Actually, they’re more than fine.

You’d offered something when you’d sent him that kiss. And by catching it, he’d agreed. You both know that.

You sink back down a little in your seat as your face burns with warmth. Hinami is giggling next to you, obviously having witnessed the whole exchange, and she only grows louder when your raise your hands to cover your face with both palms.

"Ah fuck," you mumble to yourself as your heart thumps in your chest. You feel like there's fireworks going off in your gut. "Fuck, I really think I love that guy."

Hinami chuckle and pokes your shoulder again and again. "Well, duh," she tells you, like it's the most obvious thing in the entire world. "I really think he loves you too."

You don’t stop smiling for the entire rest of the volleyball game.

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