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Homesick (Miya Atsumu x f!Reader) | 002. a mother’s nightmare

Summary: Six years ago, L/N Y/N wouldn’t exactly say that she loves her life. It had always been problematic but her best friend, Miya Atsumu, since she was eight when she moved to Hyōgo, has always been there for her, and she wouldn’t change it for the world. However, things would always fall apart for her ever since, so she should have expected of such. Running away from her problems seemed like the easiest route to take at the time, so what happens when the past comes barging back into her life demanding answers? Will she be able to confront her demons?

Pairings: Miya Atsumu x f!Reader

Updates: irregular.

Genre: Angst, ANGST I LOVE ANGST, a lil bit of fluff here and there.

Warnings: Language, etc. (Will be mentioned once posted because I don’t want spoilers huehue)

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters except for the reader and my ideas. I do not claim any images used for content in this fic, everything goes out to their respective creators unless it is mentioned that it is mine.

Status: ongoing. | series masterlist

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“I can’t believe you’re here,"

You raise an eyebrow as you took a seat across from him, the soft chatter and calming music in the cafe flowed through the atmosphere, "Well, you said you wanted to catch up.”

“Well, yeah…” He trails off sheepishly, “I just really hadn’t expected it. Our last meeting only made it seem you were avoiding such conversation.”

“You’re right. I was, I kind of still am.” You answer truthfully, “You have my friend to thank. Something about facing my demons one by one. It has been six years."

He nods, a small smile on his lips as he spoke. "I suppose I should thank your friend then. Why don’t we order something before anything else?”

Osamu stares sadly at the recent text you had sent to him, declining his offer to meet up once again, claiming that you were busy throughout the following week. He didn’t want to doubt or push you, it didn’t seem like you were pushing him away or anything either, but he still wanted to spend time with you. Only because the last time the two of you had met to catch up with each other, something was bothering him. He didn’t know what, but the conversation the two of you shared in the cafe seemed as if you were being cautious with the information you shared. He couldn’t blame you. It was going to take awhile before you could open up to him.

He enters the apartment complex that he was directed to by the address given to him, not bothering to scan his surroundings. He didn’t know why he was here in the first place. Well, it wasn’t as if he had anything better to do in the meantime anyway with his shop still under construction. He had officially made the decision to open his business up in the heart of Kanagawa just weeks ago, he wasn’t going to admit it to anyone, but his encounter with you had prompted such a decision. Hence, he had been quite busy himself.

Stepping out of the elevator, he walks down the path towards his destination, stopping at a door with a golden plate with the numbers ‘210’ engraved on it simply, nailed to its wooden structure. He brings a hand up and presses his knuckles against the wooden door before knocking on it gently at least three times to signal the owner of his arrival.

However, as the door swung open, he hadn’t expected the person standing before him. His eyes widen slightly as he feels his shoulders grow tense at the abrupt appearance. “What are you doing here in Kanagawa?"

"Aw,” the person before him chuckles, a soft grin playing on his lips as he steps back to pull the door wider, “I miss you too, brother.”

Osamu rolls his eyes as he steps inside, “No, seriously. What are you doing here?"

Atsumu closes the door behind him before following his brother into the vast apartment, Bokuto coming into their line of sight who was sprawled comfortably on one of the couches in the living room, eyes focused on the show being projected from the flat screen television across the room, "We’re using the Sports Complex here for our training the next couple of months, I figured it would be better for me to stay here instead of going back and forth between Hyōgo and here, plus coach’s apartment is closer to the complex anyway."

"And you didn’t bother to share this information before you invited me over?” Osamu questions Bokuto directly who waves him off with a laugh as he says, “He said he wanted it to be a surprise."

Osamu lets out a grunt of displeasure at Bokuto’s response before plopping himself down next to him, his brows arched in curiosity as he looks around, "And what about the squirt and Sakusa? Will they be staying here with you guys? This place looks pretty big.”

“Shoyo’s coming over tomorrow,” Bokuto shrugs his shoulders, picking up a piece of chip with his fingers from the bag of potato chips in his grasp, “Oomi on the other hand refuses to stay with us because of Atsumu’s ‘unhygienic habits’, so he’s decided to book a hotel room a few blocks from here."

Atsumu huffs, running his fingers through his hair as he juts his lower lip into a pout, "I’m clean!"

"Sakusa probably detest the fact you leave your dirty clothes everywhere,” Osamu lets out a laugh, “So how’ve you been, Bo? I know you’ve been here the last couple of weeks.”

Atsumu huffs, “I’m pretty upset you hadn’t met with Bo when I told you, we would have met sooner."

"I’ve been busy,” Osamu shrugs before he snaps his full attention on his brother at the realization of what his twin was implying, “Wait, you’ve been here since then?”

“Yeah I have,” Atsumu snorts, “Been staying over here with Bokuto, doing some extra training. He actually introduced me to these amazing kids! Reminds me of us, 'Samu when we were younger.”

His brother tilts his head to the side, “Kids? You? That’s cool, I guess. How do you guys have time to train some little kids while you have your own training?"

Bokuto nods, "I mean it can be like extra training. I wouldn’t want to disappoint them, really. Apparently, I’m the Great Uncle Bo who’s the best in volleyball.”

Atsumu watches his teammate plaster on a little grin and he couldn’t help but let his own smile form at his friend’s enthusiasm. “Well, it’s only because you bribe them with food. Little Hiro is slowly warming up to me, just you wait, he’ll adore me more.” He teases.

Bokuto only rolls his eyes at him before glancing over to the wall clock nailed above the television, his eyes widening before scampering around the apartment to grab the things he needed, silently beating himself up for forgetting as the other two watched with amused curiosity. “I’ll see you guys later!"

The twins could only watch their friend move frantically around the room, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I forgot I’m picking up the kids today for training.” He huffs, a soft grumble leaving his lips after, “I’ll see you guys later."

"Oi! I should join you picking them up then! Why would Shizuma even ask you?” Atsumu protests, stalking after Bokuto, “This isn’t fair. You just want to continue being the favorite uncle."

Before Atsumu could tackle Bokuto to the ground to stop him, he slams the front door shut right in Atsumu’s face. Osamu chuckles at the sight, "Who would have thought you would like kids? What’s so important that you have to get those kids to like you anyway?"

Atsumu walks back into the living room with a pout, "They told me Bo was cooler! It isn’t fair, I’ve been so much cooler to them than he has."

"Seriously, are my ears deceiving me or are you implying that these kids were enough to crush your pride?” Osamu teases, a small grin playing on his lips. “But really, tell me the truth. I know you. Why are you staying in Kanagawa?” He watches Atsumu shrug, keeping his gaze away from his, “Ah, let me guess? Yumi then? You’re avoiding her?"

Atsumu lets out a groan, "Lately she’s been just so clingy and suffocating. It’s not like we made things official or anything. I told her myself that I wasn’t interested in that kind of relationship.”

“I told you not to get involved with her,” he chastised, “A few of my friends said she was toxic and yet what did you do?"

Atsumu can only scoff, "Whatever, she’ll go away eventually.”

The two brothers continued to converse with each other as if they haven’t seen the other in months when it had only been a few weeks since Osamu ventured to Kanagawa for his business scouting purposes. Eventually, Atsumu claimed it was probably time for him to head over to the Sports Complex since Bokuto was probably on the way from picking up the kids he shared to Osamu that he had grown fond of.

Osamu watches his brother head towards the front door with his gym bag, a million thoughts swimming through his head. You. Should he come clean to Atsumu about reconnecting with you?

He wasn’t dumb, he knew how his brother had come to the conclusion of his true feelings for you ever since you decided to disappear, not that his brother would admit it to anyone, he did know his brother better, probably knew of it before his idiot brother came to realize. He knew what his brother felt since you disappeared. Anger. Regret. He knows that once you had disappeared that his brother had been beating himself up but at the same time he had learned to resent you for leaving him behind, not that Osamu would tell his brother off that if he were to be angry with anyone, it should be at himself for being so blind to your feelings for him. He didn’t want to pour more salt to freshly exposed wounds at the time.

Despite you walking out on his brother had caused a drastic change in how Atsumu lived his life, he knows that somehow, deep down, Atsumu will always hold you dear to his heart, not that he would also admit to such, only spewing his distaste for you ever since you had left. He knew otherwise. Of course, a part of him wants to come clean to his brother, but a part of him also wanted to earn your trust first. He remembers how as much as the two of you shared memories created the past six years, you had avoided any formed conversation regarding his twin brother. He was torn.

“Hey 'tsumu,” Osamu calls out just as his brother was about to leave the apartment. Atsumu glances over his shoulders to look at his brother in curiosity. Osamu sighs with a shake of his head, “Ah…”

The last two weeks felt emotional, yet weird for you. The twins started their training with their new favorite Uncle Bokuto, as they so put it much to Asuma and Reiji’s dismay. You, as much as the rest of your friends, including Bokuto, were just as shocked when the twins had started calling him 'the great Uncle Bo’, of course, you were quick to protest to the twins that Bokuto probably didn’t want them to call him such, but with a grinning Bokuto, he quickly claims he didn’t mind, repeating the name the twins call him as if it were a term of endearment. You had questioned the twins what had brought on the idea of calling Bokuto their 'great Uncle Bo’ and Hiro simply responded with a “because Uncles are cool and he’s the coolest so far!”. Needless to say, since then, a competition for the Best Uncle title between Uncles had commenced.

The past two weeks since their training had started, the twins seemed to wake up earlier than usual, it was as if they had more energy than they usually had, often barging into your room to wake you up and pestered you to make breakfast before their Uncle Shizuma, who had volunteered to join their training to watch over them, picks them up half an hour early for their training with Uncle Bo and his friend who Bokuto promises to introduce once everyone’s schedules were flexible.

However, as the holiday season for Galaxy Standard was fast approaching its end, you were far too busy to accompany their training sessions or even agree to a get together with any of the boys. Luckily, you had an assistant manager to help you around. It was finally a brand new season for the boys to go on tour, and setting up everything was a handful. You barely had any time for yourself.

Before your busy schedule had taken over your life, you were able to reconnect with Osamu at least once like Asuma had suggested. It was a brief meeting, but you enjoyed yourself nevertheless. Of course, you still refused to come clean over your little secret, you just figured it wasn’t the right time nor was it something that should be discussed since it was the first time reconnecting with Osamu. Somehow, it wasn’t the time to do so with your busy schedule, you were exhausted enough taking care of little pranksters that you call sons, that the drama that might ensue from a bomb confession like that would probably be the cause of your downfall. Dramatic as it sounds, you couldn’t afford being mentally exhausted during the hectic upcoming weeks.

You were grateful that Osamu kept his distance respectfully, not pestering you to be in his company, no matter how eager he had seemed. The two of you texted back and forth, him wanting to set up another arrangement to meet, while you—declining, well you were busy, it wasn’t as if you were avoiding him, it was the truth.

“Uncle Shizuma is taking too long!” Atsuhiko whines from the living room, staring at the front door with a pout, his arms folded across his chest, “Uncle Bo is waiting for us!"

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle not being used to the twins addressing Bokuto, whom they had just met recently, as their Uncle, as you placed your work tablet on the coffee table, plopping yourself down on the couch that Atsuhiro occupied reading his little storybook about dinosaurs. Your arms instantly wrap around the little boy’s body, pulling him closer to you. You nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck, receiving a giggle from his lips as he protests, trying to pry himself out of your grasp. "What? You don’t like mommy’s cuddles anymore? Are you a big boy now?"

"No mommy,” he shakes his head as he puts the storybook away, only to wrap his short arms around your neck to hug you closer, “I love mommy’s cuddles even when I get big. Just tickles."

The doorbell echoes throughout the room and before you could muster any form of response, Atsuhiko jumps from the couch claiming that he’ll answer it. You could only protest with a yell, extracting your arms away from Atsuhiro to follow him in case it was a stranger.

"Atsuhik—"

"Uncle Bo! You’re here!”

You halt in your footsteps as you blink a couple of times, wondering if you were hallucinating. Why was he here? How did he even know where you lived?

“Uncle Bo!” Atsuhiro cries out, jumping out of his seat and rushing over after slinging one of the straps of his backpack on his shoulder, his other hand gripping onto his brother’s own backpack to hand it over. You were confused at Bokuto’s presence, however, your boys showed no sign of surprise but more on the side of excitement, practically giddy that their Uncle Bo had picked them up for training this time.

Bokuto seemed to sense your confusion and gave you a sheepish smile, “I’m assuming Shizuma didn’t inform you. Ah—anyway, he had plans today and said I should pick up the boys instead and take them to training, so he gave me your address. I’m sorry, it didn’t cross my mind to contact you first. Is this okay? If not, we can cance—"

You listen as the man rambles on, the boys waiting (Atsuhiko in particular) impatiently by the door, tugging on Bokuto’s hands to grab the man’s attention. You cut Bokuto’s rambling with a wave of your hand, shooting him an appreciative smile, "No, Bo. It’s okay. I’m sure the boys would be upset if you had to cancel training. I trust you enough,” you trail off before teasing him with a grin, “You are after all, the great Uncle Bo."

Your teasing sends warmth to the tips of his ears but he couldn’t help but let his mouth widen up to a smile, "I suppose I am. I’ll bring them back in one piece, promise."

"You better!” You let out a laugh, ruffling the hair of your twin boys before bending down to press kisses on their respective foreheads, “Be good to your Uncle Bo, okay? Don’t be too hard on him. Have fun!”

They nod their heads and left without another word, you watch them walk away with a smile on your face as they begin chattering with their, just as energetic, Uncle Bo. A part of you was bothered at the fact that your two boys didn’t even bother to look back like they used to but, however, that quickly faded when the twins turned around once they neared the apartment complex’s elevator, waving at you simultaneously, each yelling out how they will miss you and it instantly warms your heart. They were indeed growing up.

While you returned inside your apartment to continue with preparations for Galaxy Standard’s upcoming tour, the trio left the apartment complex and got in Bokuto’s car, the man making sure to secure the twins comfortably in the backseat. Hiko whined, practically begging Bokuto to let him sit in front like the big boy that he was, unfortunately, his pleas had fallen on deaf ears as Bokuto drove off.

As the trio traveled, there wasn’t any dull moment within the confinements of the four wheeled vehicle, not even a moment of silence with the twins rambling on about their favorite things to do and adventures they went on, while Bokuto, equally excited to share his own stories.

“Hey Uncle Bo?” Hiko calls out, stopping Bokuto from his own rambling about how he was during his own childhood years. He hums in response as he briefly glances at the rear-view mirror to acknowledge the little boy. “Are you single?”

Bokuto eyes widens at the question, spluttering incoherent sentences that made the twins look at him weirdly. He grips onto the steering wheel as he lets out an awkward chuckle, “Why are you asking?”

Hiro shakes his head at his brother, playfully smacking him on the head which causes Hiko to flinch and yelp out, rubbing his head with his palm to soothe the brief pain. “I just wanna know if Uncle Bo has a girlfriend!”

The man chuckles, keeping his eyes on the road as his grip on the steering wheel loosens up a bit, “Nah, no girl.”

“Oh good,” Hiko starts, a small mischievous smile forming on his lips, “Will you date our mommy then? She needs a boyfriend, you know.”

Once again, Bokuto returns to his sputtering state while Hiro lets out a dramatic sigh, crossing his arms against his chest as he gives his twin a look. “I’m telling mommy."

"You want me to da—date your m—mom?” Bokuto stutters, bewildered.

Hiko ignores his brother’s glares and shrugs his shoulders, “It was Uncle Rei’s idea! Mommy was yelling at him the other day and after mommy pinched Uncle Rei’s ear, I heard him grumble how mommy needs to ‘loosen up’ and get a boyfriend!”

Bokuto lets out a laugh in amusement, “Well, why not ask your Uncle Rei to date your mom then? Or Uncle Shizuma.”

“Uncle Shizuma has a girlfriend,” Hiro claims.

Hiko adds, “Uncle Rei said mommy might end up killing him.”

Bokuto chuckles, “then, why me?”

Hiko looks at him weirdly, “What do you mean? You’re cool!”

“Do you not want mommy as your girlfriend?” Hiro asks, folding his arms across his chest as if to judge his supposed favorite Uncle, the little boy waiting for the correct answer or else he would have to decide that he would no longer call this man his favorite uncle like he had claimed, “She’s very pretty. Do you not think she’s pretty?”

“I—”

Hiko interrupts Bokuto with a loud huff, “You better think mommy’s pretty or else I’m telling Uncle Asuma on you!”

Bokuto lets out a sigh, feeling warmth spread in his cheeks. He didn’t know why, despite them being kids, the conversation itself was embarrassing enough, he wonders if the boys would end up telling you the conversation, or worse, Asuma or Reiji, the teasing would be endless. However, not wanting to upset them both, who are looking extremely impatient and upset waiting, he answers, “Yes, yes. Your mother is really pretty.”

Hiko nods happily before looking at his brother with a wide smile. Hiro, satisfied with his answer for the time being, tilts his head as he asks, “So will you date her?”

“Nice receive, Hiko!” Bokuto praises with a huge grin while Hiko throws his fists in the air at his achievement, he looks over to the side with a wide smile, “Hiro! ‘Sumsum! Did you see that?”

Hiro nods his head in response, giving his brother a thumbs up while the man next to Hiro lets out a happy cheer, “Way to go, Hiko! You’re going to be better than your Uncle Bo in no time, even better than me, your Uncle Atsumu.”

The little boy that stood next to the bleached blonde man, tilts his head back to look up at him with a raised eyebrow, “You’re not our uncle.”

Bokuto lets out a laugh, Hiko on the other hand, not really understanding what was so funny, decided to mimic his actions anyway. Apparently, acting like Bokuto would make him look as cool. On the other side of the court, Atsumu juts out his lower lip into a pout at being teased, by a kid no less, “Hey, a guy can dream okay. You two will soon call me Uncle too, and you’ll understand that I’m way better than Bo here.”

“I can’t believe you’re jealous, ‘Tsumu.” Bokuto teases with a grin, tossing the volleyball over to Hiko who receives the ball with ease due to weeks of practice. “You did it again, Hiko! I’m so happy! I can’t wait to tell your uncles and your mom the progress the two of you made.”

“I’m not jealous,” Atsumu retorts, scrunching up his features in annoyance, “I just can’t believe these kids think you’re better than me when I’m clearly superior.”

“But Uncle Bo is so cool!” Atsuhiko exclaims defensively, pointing at Atsumu accusingly with his index finger as if to scold the man for disrespecting his favorite Uncle Bo. He adds, “He’s going to date our mommy, you know.”

Atsumu wiggles his eyebrows at his friend, “Oh?”

“What? It—It’s not like that!”

Hiko stomps his feet and drops the volleyball in his grasp, sending a glare at Bokuto. “Why not?” Bokuto just lets out a nervous laugh, receiving a huff from Hiko who then turns his attention over to Atsumu, “Well, are you single?”

Before Atsumu can respond, Hiro throws his hands in the air and shakes his head at his brother. “You can’t just ask everyone if they’re single so they can date mommy.”

Sensing the twins about to start arguing, Bokuto rests his hands on Atsuhiko’s shoulders to avert his attention while Atsumu did the same with Atsuhiro. “Let’s go back to practice, okay?”

“Hey ‘Sumsum?” Hiro calls out after moving away from the man’s grip on his shoulders to grab a volleyball, “Can you teach me how to serve properly?”

Atsumu nods, walking to the edge of the court with Hiro trailing behind him, picking up an extra volleyball along the way, “Come on then.”

However before the two of them could walk further to their destination, Atsuhiro tugs on Atsumu’s jersey weakly, a frown etching on his features. He mumbles underneath his breath, his grip on the volleyball weakening, “’Sumsum…I don’t feel so good.”

Before Atsumu can comprehend what was happening, he catches a glimpse of Atsuhiro collapsing onto the floor behind him.

“Hiro!”

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