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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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natriae · 11 months

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if theres one thing you love about atsumu it's his love for his brother

Opening the door to the osaka apartment you heard light sniffles from the other side. Walking through the apartment you peeked through your bedroom door to see the msby setter crying softly to himself. The soft golden glow from your lamp helped hide the fat tears that rolled down his face. Opening the door a bit he immediately sucked up his tears and lifted his legs up to cover his face. You walked over and rested your head between the piss hair's knees watching as he sniffled attempting to stop more tears from falling.

"hey, baby, are you okay?" you asked, knowing clearly something was bothering him. You've been with Miya Atsumu long enough to know this wasn't just him being dramatic.

He shook his head slowly as more tears ran down his face. You moved next to him and maneuvered his body so you could cuddle him. He lightly sobbed into you hair knowing that you would never pressure him into telling his feelings.

"it's ma brother," he whispered into the night air. He stared into the wall across from your bed as more tears left his eyes. He took a large breath before continuing, "i just- i miss him ya know," he said as he continued playing with your hair. You lifted your self up, leaning on your arm, to get a good look at him while he spoke.

"i probably sound silly right now," he sighed as a small smirk played on his face, but his eyes told a different story. He was in pain that only Osamu could mend.

You wiped some more of his tears off his face and shook your head at his statement. 'your not silly' you told him with your eyes. You softly kissed his cheek before he started talking again.

"i-i feel like he doesn't need me," the statement on it's own was enough to break down the over six foot setter. He crumbled in the shared bed. His hands wiped aggressively over his eyes as his breathing became erratic. Quickly you started telling him about how this is just his head playing tricks on him. You brought down his arms and wrapped your body around him making sure he was surrounded by love.

"Osamu will always need you. Just like how you always need him. He loves ya more then anything," you told him, holding his face in your hands so he looked directly into your eyes. He nodded his head and picked up his phone. He hesitated for a moment before you nodded your head at him to call his brother.

And what do you know. The brotherly bickering was back with a soft 'love ya's were exchanged.

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kodaiki · 2 years

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꒰ 8:45 P.M. ꒱❛ miya atsumu x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

“you don’t get to just do that!” you scold the taller man, feeling your cheeks flush hotter than they already were.

roommate!atsumu stands tall in front of you, crossed arms over his chest as he looks over at you boredly - boredly! he has the audacity to act nonchalant in the middle of getting an earful from you!

“do what?” he asks, jutting his chin out in feign innocence.

“do what-" you scoff, repeating him. “you third wheeled my date!”

“wasn’t your date the dinner?” atsumu asks skeptically, putting a hand to his chin in thought. “i didn’t third wheel nothin’.”

you groan in frustration at the blond. miya atsumu may be your roommate and best friend, sure, but you wanted to strangle him ninety-nine percent of the time.

you’d gotten back from a date just an hour prior, bringing your date home along with you since he (and well, you didn’t mind) wanted to continue after your reservation at the nice spot in the center of town.

“you can’t seriously by playing dumb right now,” you mutter, turning away from him as you trudge back over to the living area where coasters and a near empty (mostly atsumu’s doing) bowl of chips are settled on an end table. first, you put the coasters back in their place on the lower shelf of the table for the next time you have company — thanks to atsumu though, you don’t think that’ll be soon.

then, grabbing the bowl, you walk back toward the kitchen where atsumu’s leaning against the counter, closely watching your movements.

“the first date i’ve had in months and the guy’s never gonna call again,” you continue muttering. it’s toward your roommate but you’re not exactly talking to him, more like talking into the air, well aware he’d catch it.

at your less frustrated expression, atsumu's original playful and mischievous gleam in his eye dissipates. you look more solemn, shoulders hunched as you do the dishes in the sink – after all, it was your turn to do the chores.

“to be fair, i don’t think you’d want a guy like that calling again. to have to be told to take off his shoes when entering our home? i can already tell what sort of man that is,” atsumu huffs, remembering the way the man so casually stepped into your apartment, following you, watching you slip off your heels – heels atsumu knew you hated wearing since they always left a blister at your pinky toe – and just, waltz in without taking off his shoes.

“he apologized!“ you quip back, glaring at him over your shoulder. “maybe he’s raised different.”

“sure.” the faux blond rolls his eyes as he recalls the way the man (now come to think of it, atsumu doesn’t even remember his name) apologized quickly to you when he’d been the one to tell him to take off his shoes in a rather dry tone. apologizing for the sake of it, atsumu thinks, because just two minutes after walking in he’s asking for some wine. asking!

“he was nice all night and you were being so hostile and interrupting us,” you chide, going back to scrubbing a plate in the sink.

“he was nice to you,” atsumu clarifies. “man didn’t like me the second he walked in-“

“-demanding a man to take off his shoes isn’t exactly a polite hello,” you cut off knowingly but atsumu continues anyway.

“-so of course i was hostile.” not to mention, atsumu wants to add, the way said man stared at his dear, beloved roommate as if she were a meal, only melting her resolve with sly compliments and an innocent act. “he gave me weird looks,” he settles on instead.

“can’t imagine why.”

he could tell the minute your date walked through the door, charming smile gracing his lips as you stepped inside, he had more plans than just dinner and some home snacks. nah, atsumu thinks with a sneer, he wanted dessert.

but damn, if atsumu’s chest didn’t swell with pride and confidence at the slight falter in your date’s reaction to him, a roommate you were vague talking about (so vague you didn’t mention it was a man at all).

it helped that he could tell the guy was a sleaze, finding any excuse to set the mood; drinks, a rom-com playing on one of the movie channels of your cable box, shutting off the lights. yeah, atsumu had fun barging through the living room of your apartment every fifteen minutes, claiming he needed something, either from the kitchen or the living area itself.

atsumu walks up next to you, holding a hand out. it’s a subtle attempt to lighten the mood, helping you dry the dishes as you wash them, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“you probably made him feel uncomfortable,” you pout, passing him a mug to dry.

that was my intention, he thinks. “by just bein’ me? hm, i think that’s a him problem then.”

“still, he wasn't being outright rude to you, or me! he-"

"right, because he was nice," atsumu drawls out, rolling his eyes.

"yes," you answer, matter-of-factly. "nice."

"these quote, nice guys, aren't it, gotta tell 'ya." he crosses his arms as he sighs out, looking as if he knows all, as if he's about to give you some wise words. good thing you know he's miya atsumu so you don't expect too much.

"oh yeah?" you muse, light smile curling one side of your lips, a reaction he was hoping for.

"definitely. it's all a facade covering up all their severely red flags. 'ya need a guy who can tease ya, make fun of ya, y'know the type to laugh first when you fall and then ask if you're alright."

"oh, so someone like you then?" you stifle a laugh at his blatant autobiography. you don't notice the underlying meaning of your question when you ask it but atsumu does.

he freezes for a second, glancing at your genuine curiosity. "y-yeah," he stammers, grateful that you don't catch it, reaching up to put away a dried bowl back into a cabinet. "someone fun. not "nice"."

"an asshole," you reveal with a teasing lilt, awaiting his response. atsumu whips his head toward you, brows furrowed at your insinuation. at the playful gleam in your eyes, all frustration settled between your brows fully gone, he relaxes.

"sometimes," he clarifies, looking down at you amusedly.

"mm," you hum out in disagreement. "i think it's always."

"yeah?" he tests, raising a brow at you. "didn't i bring an umbrella to your job so you wouldn't get stuck in the rain?"

"fine, fine." you brush him off, waving your arms.

"or that time i bought you lunch 'cus you forgot your bento?"

"i get it-"

"driving you home from that god awful date you had three months ago?"

"atsumu-!" your voice is pitched higher in embarrassment, remembering the circumstances.

"what about the time i saved you from a nice guy who probably isn't so much of a nice guy?" his voice is quiet then, looking deeply at you.

your mortified expression shifts into a softer one, absorbing his words. although atsumu came off as a prick ninety percent of the time, he really did have your best interest at heart — even though your best interest could only satisfyingly be him.

“he talked about his workout routine all the way here,” you mumble out of nowhere, feeding into atsumu’s perception.

“i knew it!” he snaps his fingers and looks at you victoriously. “that’s total douche behavior if y’ask me. dodged a bullet, doll.”

you sigh out a laugh, lips curling up at his eager expression. “guess I did. besides,” you pause, bumping his shoulder with yours, despite the height difference. nothing but an affectionate tone slips between your lips and as it seems, you’ve forgotten whatever you’d been annoyed at him for. “i think i’m keen on a particular asshole in my life anyway.”

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izufeels · 1 year

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⌕ [ middle of the night ] — a.miya !

something brushes against his hand, and atsumu jolts awake. he was never a heavy sleeper, osamu used to wake up at 5 am everyday and it was hell. he always wakes up at the smallest sounds.

he turns on his side and sees yn facing him, mouth open and drooling. her hand is reached out towards him, lightly touching his knuckles.

he stares at her for a moment, a small smile on his face, before reaching over and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

if everything was like this, all the time, then i’d be perfectly content, he thinks to himself.

he entwines their fingers and pulls her hand to his lips, kissing the back of her hand.

atsumu closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. he breathes in her scent, her presence.

yn shifts, making atsumu open his eyes. but the girl just scrunches her nose up and continues sleeping.

atsumu smiles at her again. “beautiful,” he whispers into the air. he knows she can’t hear him — if she could hear him he still would have said it — but he can’t resist saying it.

“i’m gonna marry you,” he says, louder this time, as he exhales.

yn hums and nudges closer to this body. he’s always ran warm, yn always wakes up in a sweat.

atsumu smiles again. he leans forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “love ya, bug.”

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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 1 year

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The Haikyuu Characters Responding to you Saying “I Think you Could Have Been Nicer to Me Today” | Pt.2

Pairing: Haikyuu characters x f!reader

Notes: I loved writing this one. I haven’t been working on them too much lately, but here is this for now and I hope that you guys enjoy this chapter!

In this chapter, the characters include: Osamu, Atsumu, Kita, Suna, Sakusa, Daishō, Numai, Kuguri, and Sakishima!

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anime-freek · 9 months

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Shūgo Meian getting absolutely blindsided by Atsumu, Bokuto, and Sakusa, thinking there couldn’t be a worse recipe for disaster, only to be choke slammed by Shoyo fucking Hinata gracing their presence and joining the team will never not be funny.

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chaoticevilorange · 7 months

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Hello!!i hope your request are open!& i love all your writing you do for the request i had i was hoping you can do haikyuu boys drunk(kuroo,oikawa & atsumu)x reader maybe?

Heyoooo sorry for taking soooooooo long. But here I am! Less anxious and with new ideas for content 🐨 ♡♡♡♡♡☆☆☆

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Drunk on you

Kuroo

Your boy hands alcohol quite well but sometimes he gets more than tipsy

Sneaky man gets his hands everywhere

Grows horny every second

Likes when he pulls you against his body and you try to reason with him

Usually he sleeps on the couch during those drunk days but today he wants to cuddle the shit out of you, you look so lovely all red and shy

He thinks he's ready for some action, but as soon as his head touh the pillow he's out

Next day you bring him some painkillers and water

Slick boy turns on a big bby

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Oikawa

One word: SINFUL

Makes you turn all the shades of red

Is so smooth about it, you're actually considering in have some 👀

But....

He gets out of character when he starts to chuckle

Now he looks like a silly cartoon

He can't stop it, he's even starting to bend over from the lack of oxygen

He's banned to the couch

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Atsumu

The first time you saw him tipsy he looked like he could flirt the shit out of you

And he does for a little but....

Little you know he's actually the dad's joke champion

He keeps going with the silliest jokes he knows, like his head is the wikidadjokes™

So you try to feed him and give some water

Let's be real he's a big baby and wants you to feed him

You do, all while he explains you how do you call an alligator in a vest is an investigator

You bring painkillers for your growing headache, and for his future headache next morning

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Hope you like it! It's been a while since the last time I wrote something that I feel like I'm starting all over, also I'm currently into genshi. Impact if anyone is interested in pome drabbles about some husbando/waifu from the game 🐨 ♥

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sweetbbyshion · 2 years

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Bad day

-> Atsumu Miya x Reader (no pronouns used)

characters: Atsumu Miya

genre: fluff; hurt/comfort

summary: some days are harder than others

warnings: established relationship, pet names (baby, my love), anxiety attack, crying, mentions of marriage

networks: @tokyo-ballroom

Atsumu knew there was something wrong the moment he stepped into the house. It was quiet - too quiet. You were supposed to be home by now and you didn't text him saying you were going out so it was definitely odd that the house seemed so empty. Usually, he would be greeted by the loud music playing as you sing in the living room, scrolling through your phone and waiting for him to get home. Other times you would be too entranced in something playing on the TV and would get scared when your boyfriend slowly walked to you, murmuring a “boo” close to your ear to scare you. It also wasn't unusual for him to find you napping on the couch with something playing to be background noise. During those days he would kiss your face, gently, until you wake up, eyes blinking to adjust to the light. But every time you smile at him, brightly like the sun, almost like you could blind him. And his heart would get so warm when you reach to kiss him, saying “welcome home, Tsumu” with that pretty voice he loves and misses so much throughout the day.

As he takes off his shoes, he tries to remember if you told him anything this morning, when you were both too sleepy to say coherent things while Atsumu kept pulling you to his embrace even though both of you had to get up to work. Still, he doesn't recall anything other than soft “I love you”’s that were repeated over and over again.

So, maybe, Atsumu has a reason to panic a little. He starts by checking the living room because you might have just fallen asleep on the couch after a long day at work but his worries get bigger when he doesn't see you there. With that he tries to reason with himself to calm down since you probably decided to take a nap so he goes up the stairs, skipping a few steps to get to you quickly. He carefully opens the door, the creaking noise sounding louder than it ever did. Atsumu sighed in relief when he saw you laying in bed, blankets pulled to your chin. The only thing illuminating the room was the dim light of your screen, as you mindlessly scroll down. Fortunately, you didn't seem physically hurt but Atsumu could see the tear stains on your face and your eyes were slightly red. Even though Atsumu has a routine where he gets home, takes a shower, has dinner with you and then calls his brother, he decides to throw it out the window the moment you lower your phone to look at him and your bottom lip sticks out a bit as you sniff and try to hold back more tears. He is quick to get into bed with you, pulling you to his chest as he hugs you tight.

Atsumu has never felt more useless than he feels right now, hearing your broken sobs and feeling his shirt get wet with your tears. Your fists are grabbing the material of his shirt and Atsumu doesn't even care if the shirt will probably get ruined. The only thing he can do is hold you close and play with your hair, trying not to cry too when he hears you choke in your own sobs, sometimes even struggling to breathe. It breaks his heart and he wishes all the pain you're feeling could be passed to him.

“Breathe, baby. Don't forget to breathe” he murmurs trying not to scare you.

Atsumu looks as you sit down, still holding onto his shirt, as you breathe in air and shakily let it out. His hand rubs your back and he breathes with you so you can follow his movements. After a few minutes, your breath is more controlled and you seem relatively calm. Still, Atsumu doesn't ask what happened and decides to see if you will tell him on your own. You lay again on his chest and Atsumu settles in rubbing your back while humming a calm song he knows you like. You stay quiet and he knows you're trying to find the right words so he doesn't pressure you.

“I’m sorry.”

“There's nothing to be sorry about, baby. Do you want to tell me what's wrong?” you nod and he feels relieved.

“Before we moved in together, this happened a lot. I was always really insecure when we started dating so I would overthink things…”

He remembers those times, in the beginning of the relationship where you would refuse to go out with him. Your dates consisted in staying at your place or 3am drives around the city. After a huge argument, where stupid Atsumu from back then started accusing you of being ashamed of being seen with him, you told him about how scared you were that people would see you together and he would be the one ashamed. Atsumu wasn't famous per se but he wasn't a nobody either, especially when he was younger and at the peak of his career. So, yes, you were insecure and when Atsumu learned about it he made sure to never be that stupid kid again and actually try to make you feel better. But he only saw you cry about it twice, before meeting his friends and family, scared that they wouldn't approve of you (they did and he’s sure Osamu loves you more than he loves his own brother). After moving in together, Atsumu never saw you cry this much.

“I never told you but sometimes it would get bad. I would get anxious and start sobbing and I couldn't stop. After we moved in together, I cried a few times before you came home but I would always get better before you arrived. Sometimes it was because of random things, other times I would overthink and start telling myself you wouldn't be coming back and you left me. But it was never this bad.”

“And what happened this time?”

Atsumu feels you take a deep breath. “I got home, sat down on the couch and checked twitter. I saw some people say that it was weird that Miya Atsumu was dating a nobody. And then they started speculating we weren't really together because we barely post pics together. Then they commented on my… appearance. People can be really mean. And it's stupid but I felt bad and my anxiety got the best of me. I’m sorry.”

“Don't! Don't be sorry, my love. Look at me please.” your head slowly lifted from your chest to look at him. “It's not stupid, it's how you feel and your feelings are valid. But those people know nothing about my life and they certainly know nothing about our relationship.” his hand cups your face, bringing you closer to him. “And you're the most beautiful person I have ever met. Inside and out. The most beautiful, patient, caring, loving, supportive partner and I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”

Atsumu knew he sucked at comforting. For someone who talks a lot, he just couldn't find the right words to express how much he loves you. But, even though his comforting words weren't that good, you gave him a small smile and softly kissed his lips as a thank you. Atsumu will make sure he expresses more how much you mean to him through actions. Nonetheless, you appreciate the man who, a few days later, posted a picture of your hands together, a fancy ring shining brightly on your ring finger as a promise of a future together.

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fluffytriceratops · 8 months

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ɯɐǝɹɔ ɹnos - hq text!fic.

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WARNINGS:

○ mature themes.

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BEST READ:

○ light mode

○ something to snack on close by

○ something to cuddle

○ crackhead energy required

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EXTRAS:

○ college/uni au

○ characters are all 18+

○ text fic

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STATUS:

○ november 8th 2021

○ ongoing

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NOTES:

○ slow burn

○ slow updates, ehu

○ this book is on pure crack. you'll understand once you read it.

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\\ decided to post my hq atsumu miya x reader fic on here too, idk why it's called "sour cream" it was the first thing that came to mind and it just stuck, might change the title one day but for now this is it. if you'd like to be tagged in future chapters, lemme know and i'll happily tag you. <3 //

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chapter one: "mrs kwan is my sugar daddy."

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yenonnoff · 9 months

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TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE!

atsumu miya x fem!reader

⌒☆ 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?

⌒☆ content: actors/celebrity au, social media au, modern au, enemies (got off on the wrong foot) to friends to lovers, slow burn (sorry 😞), mild angst, fluff, crack/humor

⌒☆ warnings: she/her pronouns used, contains swearing, mentions alcohol/alcohol consumption

⌒☆ status: on-going (07/18/23)

🎬 chapter names may change as the story progresses + unless stated differently, ignore all timestamps

🎬🎧 — playlist

STARRING:

｡ｏ♡ HOT dummies // mentally sane + atsumu ig? ｡ｏ♡

( minor chars! )

LIGHTS:

01. vengeance (like batman)

02. vroom vroom! im here (୨୧)

03. wtf is love

04. sweet dreams (or not)

05. hi, mr. charismatic

06. give me a break (୨୧)

07. morning madness

08. you ruined my coffee with your scowl (୨୧)

09. emergency conference meeting!

10. strangers (?) at an amusement park (୨୧)

11. perhaps a malfunction?

12. a mistake, 100% a mistake

13. your words

14. message sent, message received

15. tolerate! tolerate! tolerate!

16. me, you, and a beautiful sunset (୨୧)

CAMERA:

17. snap out of it!

18. brewing up a storm

19. do not disturb

20. conversation over coffee

21. cat chase (୨୧)

22. tba

ACTION:

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a/n: hi!! this is my first ever smau + my first time posting on tumblr so pls be patient if smth looks off (and if smth does, pls kindly inform me!!). i want to thank @idlerin for inspiring me to make this, so many thanks to syl!! u should check out her smaus and other works, theyre all amazing!! asides from that, i want to give the fattest biggest thanks to my best friend may (@kqbukimono) for putting up w/ my spontaneous questions and for giving the best advice ever (ure the best ig 😜). she also helped me choose the title! ok im being too nice, he might make fun of me. thank u so much to everyone who is planning on reading my smau!

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natriae · 1 year

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WEDDING REVENGE. MIYA ATSUMU

timeskip! Miya Atsumu x Fem! Reader

a/n: This is extremely self indulging with some stuff i've been dealing with lately and i just want comfort

C/W: MINORS DNI, VERY VERY HEAVY, mentions of sh (not in detail) , suicidal thoughts, panic attack, sexualish content, reader is from a country that doesn't speak japanese

You're not mad at Miya Atsumu. You're disappointed that's for sure. Now you have to get on the plane by yourself and try not to break down at this wedding all alone. Always alone, huh. They were right you will always be alone.

You left that place to prove yourself. Prove to them that you could survive the harsh world alone. You would grow and you didn't need them. You left them because it was good for you. But now you're going back. You wanted to come back stronger, and more successful then any of them.

You were successful that's for sure. You had your dream job. Athletic trainer for MSBY in osaka, Japan. You chased your dream and you didn't stop till you made it, but you were alone. You left "home" for a place thousands of miles away right after college. You only knew enough Japanese to get around, but you were determined to learn and live there, but now you are going back. Yes, it was just for a few days but you wished you never had too.

The memories held there were to much to bear. The people you will see, the voices you will hear, and the scents. Not only will you be battling the trauma you experienced but you will have to experience all of the people that were apart of it first hand.

please dont talk to me. please don't notice im there now that im alone.

Atsumu was kind. When he over heard you were going to a wedding ( you never actually said if you were going or not) he had asked if you were going alone. He could see your hesitancy. You repeated once again that you weren't sure if you were going, but if you were you would be alone. "i'll go with ya" He had said with a smile. You never got to say no, but you found comfort in his response. Glad he would be there with you. You wouldn't be alone anymore.

You bought the plane tickets and he sent you money for his. You felt happy that he was gonna go with you. You felt more secure knowing that he was gonna be with you. Someone who was like you. From the few times you guys hung out he accepted you for you. He listened to your interests and never made you feel invisible.

Now it felt like the times you would go home to an empty apartment. That didn't change till recently when every weekend Atsumu would come knocking at your door just to walk in and spend several hours on your couch bothering you.

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The actual service was over and now it was the reception. You saw them. The ones that hurt you. They were still together and they still seemed happy. They had each other. You on the other hand still felt out of touch. Like you weren't welcome here or accepted here.

Walking in to the reception their words from highschool were eating at you. It took so many years to get better. So many years spent grieving. So many years spent telling yourself that you were worth being alive. So many god damn years spent being comfortable by yourself and now all of it came crashing down.

They never had to feel the pain you did and it wasn't fair. Why didn't you just do it all those years ago. The pain would have ended. They would have understood how much pain they caused you. The confidence was gone. You felt like the same weak 16 year old. Nothing has changed.

Little did you know a 6'1 asshole with a slightly better blonde dye job was walking through the door to the resception asking everyone he incountered, in broken (your native language) if they had seen you. Thank god he knew who not to talk too.

One time after work he took you to Onigiri Miya and spent the whole night trying to break you to get you to tell him about your past. Not once did he look away from you as you spoke. It honestly was probably the longest Miya Atsumu has been quiet.

Once he saw you his signature grin appeared on his face and he lifted his hand up in the air and began to wave at you. You couldn't help but smile watching him. He was always so confident. Out of the corner of your eye you could see them watching. They had made a face. They must have been confused to see you with a friend let alone one they have never seen before. He ran over to your table and said "surprise!...are ya okay?". He genuinely seemed worried. That was new. Normally people don't care what you feel. Normally they try and steer the conversation away or not even look at you. Yet once again Miya Atsumu was watching you. Really watching you. "if yer not okay we can get outta 'ere"

"i'm okay. I promise," You faked a smile at him.

"okay stop sittin and lets dance," His grin appeared on his face again and he grabbed your hand. Somehow he walked to the dance floor like he's been here all night. Like he knew everyone here and was ready to have a good time.

What they say about him was true. He knew exactly how to stop time and make you feel like the most important person in the world. It was so god damn hard. How easily he was able to breakdown your walls, and have you fall into his arms at any given moment. The last thing you wanted was for all of this to be a joke. For him to just to be pretending so you give him attention and then leave you and have you question if you ever really knew him. Because you thought you knew a lot of people, but all of them hurt you and left.

"hey, the people behind me right now. They're the ones that hurt you right," He lightly moved his head back while still dancing to the music.

"yeah," you sighed out in response not exactly wanting to talk about them after trying to ignore them all night.

"i fuckin' hate her smug face back there. I saw it when I walked in 'an i knew that it was 'er." he said like she directly offended him. You let out a little giggle at that lookin at the ground. A little quieter and a little closer to you he lifted up your head with his fingers and told you "thats why i made such a scene when i came in. I wanted her and all of 'em to see that you have such a tall, sexy, muscular man on your side," He smirked at that and you couldn't help but let out a bigger laugh at that. Throwing you head back and immediately putting it back into place and covering your mouth. It's been a while since someone has made you felt this comfortable. He laughed at your wide eyes and shocked face holding his stomach. If people weren't looking at you guys before they definitely were now. You grabbed his arms and told him to shush while still giggling over the situation. Because he kept moving the two of you in circles when you looked up you made directed eye contact with her.

Your laughing stopped and your smile dropped just like you heart. All the memories came flooding back. The nights filled with with pain in more then one way. Filled with so many questions questions of why? And the fact that they just kept coming back to torture you more. They found every way to remind you that they were doing fine with out you. That they had no remorse for the pain they caused you. That they would always side with her no matter the amount of proof you had.

You didn't even realize his laughter had died down and he was now looking at you like he was trying to finish a puzzle, but that very last piece couldn't be found. "hey. Hey look at me. Let's go outside, yeah," he jerked his head towards the door and began to move your body towards them. He kept looking towards the door and back to you.

Once outside he sat you down at a bench and kept his hand on yours that was resting on your thigh and thats when you felt it. The heavy feeling on your chest and the racing thoughts. Thoughts about the fact that they are all talking about you. That you are still weak running away from your problems. Your stuck in the constant loop. She still had so much power over you. That if you just learned to keep your mouth shut none of this would have happened. Before you realized it was hard to breath, see, and even to hear. It's been a long time since you've had an attack like this. And it's so so embarrassing. You could hear small 'hey's said and his hands never left your body. He held them on your shoulders to keep you rooted to you seat. You could see him in your line of sight but everything was blurry. Like he was a ghost you made up to comfort you. He couldn't really be here. You didn't snap back into reality till you heard his calm voice tell you to breathe and him lifting you up to place you on his lap. He took of his suit jacket and placed it so it covered both of your faces. It layed on both of your heads and probably looked really stupid, but that didn't matter. All you could see was him.

"breathe with me," is what you heard him say. He exaggeratly breathed in and began to count. He did the same to breathe out. It was hard and you were doing those stupid little inhale hiccups trying to catch your breath. "ya are safe with me, okay." He held you close to him and held you tight. This is all you've ever wanted. He stayed and held you through it.

He didn't take his jacket off your heads still you stopped crying. A few tears would slip here and there but he was quick to wipe them. "when your ready were gonna go back there an kick some ass," you let out a little giggle at that again. He really knew you. He knew exactly what to do to brighten your day.

Before you could look over he watch the group of them leave the building. They were definitely looking for you because they were obsessed. That's all he could think. He thought they were sad human beings that had nothing better to then tear others down because they didn't feel good about themselves. You looked up at him and behind him you could see them looking around. Once they spotted you they began to converse with one another like they weren't searching for you.

Then the fire started in your gut. You could feeling nothing more then the years worth on anger bubbling inside you. You got up and began walking over there. You knew that Atsumu would hold you back when he needed to but right now he was to excited to see the drama unfold.

Before you knew it your fist collided with her nose. She fell back and then rest of them grabbed her and began asking if she was okay and calling you names. "alright little one it's time for you to go back to you hotel," Atsumu said as he rushed over to where you stood. He's never seen you this angry, and he knew that if he didn't stop you now it would end really badly. He asked you where your rental car was and took you back to it so you guys could leave the party.

You guys sat in your car in a comfortable silence as the sun went down and your tears slowly came to an end. "God knows how long i've waited to do that," you giggled. You felt crazy, but so much more free. Surpised that Atsumu didn't say anything you looked over.

He was just watching you. Love stuck puppy eyes on his face. You began to worry. He looked as though he was think a lot, and that was never a good sign. You felt stronger about yourself at this moment so you took the leap and decided to ask him what was up. "what are ya thinkin about," .

It took him so time to spit it out like he was worried you would punch him in the face too. "that was just- that was really hot,". Not in a million years did you imagine the Miya Atsumu would be calling you hot. He still looked at you like you put the stars in the sky but all you did was punch a girl from high school. "i-i've liked you for some time now, and i know that I sound stupid and you probably aren't ready for a relationship but god," he let got a breath that was similar to a giggle. He threw his head back and said "god what have ya done to me," He let out a longer laugh at that. After taking a deep breath in he looked directly into you eyes. "god i wanna kiss ya so badly. I wanna kiss you till all ya can think about is me" He said all while shaking his head slowly like he was fighting the words in his head.

"do it," is all you could say quietly with a breathy air to it. You kept looking between his eyes and his mouth. This was all so much but he just knew you. He knew what could get you to fall into him, and some how he knew your boundries.

He slammed his lips into yours and kissed you like he would never be able to again. If this is what Heaven is like you want to bask in its sunlight till you fry up and can't move. He leaned so far over the console just to chase your lips, and it seems as though he was holding himself back from crawling right over it and directly into you seat. You pushed him back a bit and got up on your knees. This time you were reaching over the console just to chase the lips you had to tell be quiet all the time. With the amount of filthy words that left his mouth all the time his lips were surpisingly sweet. He knew exactly when to bite, kiss, and lick. Could there possible be anything he wasn't good at. You felt his lips curve up into their signature smirk as you kissed and it made it all the hotter. Your sure the windows were fogged up at this point and it was so hard to not climb onto his lap and start unzipping your dress and unbutton his white button up.

He was right just from a kiss all you could think about was him. You wanted to see his abs in all their glory. You wanted to see his V-line more then just the teasing you saw when he stretched. You wanted to see where it lead and the rest of his happy trail. You wanted to see his thighs and bite and suck on them till he couldn't hide the hickeys. You wanted to hold on to his muscular back. Leaving long sratches down it so that ever time he moved he would remember the night you guys had together.

Once again it was hard to breathe, but this loss of breath felt much better. "please come stay at my hotel room" you asked. You hadn't realized the face you were making to him. Pupils blown out and lips swollen with need. You needed him, and he would never deny you of that.

"yes yes of course i will," At that you moved back to sitting in your seat and put your seatbelt on. Taking a deep breath you began to reverse out of the parking spot. Wow, today was eventful.

i wanna make a part 2 but ive never written smut before so its probably gonna be bad :,(

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu imagine #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu #atsumu smut #miya atsumu fluff #haikyuu atsumu miya #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu

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kodaiki · 2 years

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˖࣪🌷𓏲࣪ 𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄: 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐌𝐀

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 :: will you ... be my date to my cousin's wedding?

synopsis: it's a strange idea, asking someone you hardly know to be your date to a wedding but when there's a mutual benefit involved? maybe it's not strange enough to say no to...

“h-hey miya!”

your call seems as if it’s swallowed by the big and loud swarm of people escaping your lecture hall after your final class, intro physics 2. the one you call though, just near one of the doors of one of the large lecture rooms slightly pauses in his step and whips his head around in search of the voice.

atsumu miya’s eyes land on you, deep furrow in his brow as he looks rather incredulously – maybe it’s deep curiosity – as you push and squeeze through heaps of students to get where he’s standing.

by the time you reach him, comically a lot longer than just a few seconds (really, atsumu even crosses his arms in light amusement as you struggle), you’re panting, heaving over slightly bent knees you hold with both palms.

“yeah?” is all he asks when he knows he’s within earshot of you.

this was all such a stupid, crazy and spontaneous idea; one not even made by you! had bokuto not charmed his foolproof “plan” to rid you of your worries, you wouldn’t’ve ever made contact, let alone a dramatic call from across a room, with his teammate.

atsumu miya played on the same volleyball team as your best friend, bokuto kotaro. he’s a setter, you know, though beyond that, all you’re familiar about the man is that he’s a bit of a heartthrob with a bad dye job. but a key fact you also know about the man: he’s failing physics 2.

“i’m y/n, bokuto-”

“bokuto’s friend, right?” he finishes for you, looking you over once in case he may be wrong. “the one with the foam finger at one of our games?”

“that was a dare,” you manage to grit out, recalling the time you’d shown up to one of your university’s games with a bright yellow foam finger (matching their black and yellow uniform colors) and waved it around, mimicking bokuto’s signature move at every serve. “but yes, that was me. nevermind that, though. i came to ask you a favor.”

“a favor?” his lips twist into a frown, probably wondering what earth you could be asking him, a man you barely know let alone hardly had a proper conversation with.

“well it’s more of a proposition, a deal, exchange if you will-“

“i know what a proposition is,” he quips, giving you a look of suspicion. “what it is it?”

“if i help you pass physics – and that’s a guarantee!– will you be my date to my cousin’s wedding in two weeks?”

atsumu’s neck nods backwards in slight surprise. “huh?”

“will you be my date to my cousin’s wedding?”

“how do you even know i’m failing?” he asks defensively, mouth pouting downward.

at your deadpan expressed, he slouches. “bokuto.”

“bokuto,” you affirm.

“so wait, you just need a date to some wedding?”

“uh-huh, that’s it.”

“and why can’t bokuto do this for you?”

“he’s busy that weekend,” you frown. it was truly unfortunate to be honest. he’d been so excited when you asked him to attend, only to deflate when you told him what day it’d be. “and i don’t know anyone enough to ask them to be my date so, here we are.”

“you don’t know me enough,” he quickly counters, raising a thick brow at you.

“but you’re failing physics, that’s something we can gain mutual benefit from. there isn’t anyone else i have that sort of opportunity with.”

atsumu sighs, scratching his head. he was failing physics. “what day is it on, because you know we have practice-“

“saturday! it’s the weekend of our academic break!” you chirp, eyes widening at the thought that he may actually be considering your deal. you’ve only been stressed about this for the past two weeks, and asking one of bokuto’s friends, atsumu miya no less, was a last resort sort of ordeal.

“hm,” he hums in thought. "and you can guarantee me a passing grade?” he drawls out, looking you over seriously.

“definitely!” you answer earnestly. it really wasn’t something you were too worried about, physics wasn’t a particularly hard subject for you to grasp so you were confident in your tutoring efforts for atsumu. “and to be honest,” you murmur out, “it’s a better deal on your part since i only need you for a day or so.”

atsumu’s eyes twinkle with curiosity. “fine. i’ll be your date.”

your mouth goes agape, maybe from the small part in your head assuming he wouldn’t accept. “really, you’re serious?”

he shrugs then, adjusting the thick backpack strap of his athletic backpack on his shoulder. “why not? i'd rather do this than either pay someone actual money to tutor me or retake the class. i’ll see you then.”

“wait, wait.” you quickly stop him from leaving, calling out. he then cranes his neck to face you around his shoulder, raising a brow. “i sorta need your number… y’know to text you the details.”

atsumu nods to himself, huffing slightly before shuffling his phone out of his jogger pockets, unlocking it and handing it over to you. “all this for one day, hm.”

“we-ll,” you drawl out in a pitched tone making the man throw you a deadpanned expression. “the wedding is three hours away and they’re’ll be a get together for the family and guests before so… the weekend? three days, tops!”

“three!?” atsumu gapes and you’re not sure about what; the drive time or the amount of days. he slouches again, weighing his options. after a moment, excruciatingly long on your part as you fiddle with your hands nervously, he sighs. “yeah, fine, it’s cool.”

you breathe out a sigh of relief, though what you really want to do is jump up and down, shrieking in glee. now that’s one less thing to worry about: that thing being your close and distant family members silently judging you for coming dateless meanwhile all of your cousins are either married, engaged or soon to be. you truly were the last one left…

“thank you!” you smile brightly, a stark contrast to the dull lecture hall, now empty, you were both standing in. “you won’t regret this!”

atsumu blinks at you, watching you silently before settling on a half smile. “why is that always a ‘famous last words’ line?”

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