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Bubblegum — Miya Atsumu

miya atsumu x female! reader

just a lil drabble about atsumu getting annoyed cuz the klutzy girl who sits beside him always looks so pretty when she’s chewing bubblegum.

WARNINGS: actually not much. pretty tame, although there’s mentions of bully! tsumu, and towards the end he acts a very tiny bit of sus. ඞ

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Atsumu thinks that bubblegum yer always chewing on is pretty annoying.

You just have no idea, do you? How obnoxious you are, twisting your bag around before pulling out a pack of gum, opening it up as the smell of strawberry and mint imbues the whole damn classroom. But, you've done this every day for the past year, or however long Tsumu's been forced to sit in the squeaky chair beside you and watch, so when you toss a pink stick on your tongue, it's so quick that the teacher can't turn around in time to scold you about the no gum policy. Still, your clandestine habits, no matter how harmless (cute, even) they may seem, are still a smidgen irritating to the blond.

It's not like you're necessarily loud or blatant with it, but to him, he's something of a hawk, the way he keeps a watchful eye on you, and every time you sink into the seat beside his he's wondering when you'll put your bubblegum plans into action. It's just become something so obvious to him that it's annoying; he sees the slight of your arm or the telltale rustle of your bag and he can't help but wonder what new flavor you'll sneak from your pockets. It's so petty that even mister 'shut up while I'm serving' knows his troubles are stupid enough that his brother would laugh right in his face (albeit, Samu takes any chance he gets to push around his arrogant twin) and probably ask you what in the world you did to get his panties in such a tight knot.

Tsumu has ta' give it to ya, though. For someone as unaware and ditzy as you, you sure are entertaining during lengthy exams or really just the run-of-the-mill lectures. You keep his ever so lacking attention span in check, save many of his math papers from drool and scribbles of boredom, and honestly, a lot of nerds are probably better off with the jerk's gaze glued to you all the damn time than prodding at them.

Miya Atsumu is a lot of things: ambitious, stubborn, bigheaded— and part of his garishly-wrapped package is all his little quirks and tics that may or may not be exactly friendly. Because he decides who he's better than, or who's a possible opponent, or who he can tease and poke at with his proverbial mighty stick. Not the other way around.

(Because he's the best fuckin' man walkin' around here, and maybe he'd say that aloud but it's needless to, because it's pretty damn obvious nobody compares to he or his vast set of polished skills. And ya see that too, right? He sure hopes ya do. Because half of the stunts he pulls are only done because he thinks you're watching, maybe up in the stands at gym if he's lucky, or in the back of the classroom when the lecturer hasn't arrived.)

You rarely ever catch the way his caramel hues slowly run over your side-profile, hooded eyes drinking in the sight of you as you dutifully observe the board and try not to doze off. But when you do notice, you seem relatively unfazed, and a moment later you're looking back to your notes or stifling a yawn.

Mr. what's-his-face is boring ya, princess? Well, that makes two of us. The guy's a complete lame-o.

Tsumu debates whether or not he should just say something to you, like a good morning for starters, or some stupid joke about how uninteresting all the lessons are— he could probably pull a nod or deliberate smile from you with that— but for whatever reason he doesn't utter a word. Not to you.

And you don't spark any conversation, either. Have never let him try out one of them seasonal or fruity sticks of gum before— some of them flavors are so bright and wordy that he can't even pronounce them. In all fairness, he's never asked for a piece. Maybe he should. Maybe a part of him wants to.

But.

I mean— you and the illustrious twin have sat beside each other for the whole year, and even before, you'd seen each other in the halls— at least, you saw him, and quite frankly, how could you not? He's always so big and tough, knocking through the crowd and sticking out like a sore thumb amidst the throngs of achromatic students. He carried himself like he was better than the rest; what with the way he walked around— chest puffed out and that vulpine, pearly grin, you'd think he was some sort of noble. The only thing missing was that asshole's crooked crown.

Tsumu this, the twins that, yada yada ya. Whatever, volleyball wasn't your scene, and Miya Atsumu certainly wasn't, either. So for the longest time the both of you merely existed, aware of each other's existence, the weight of his presence, your favorite flavor of gum, and occasionally, Tsumu softly snoring beside you. It's not like you exactly hated him, nah, but... What was there to say? You stayed quiet, and so did he, and perhaps you should feel thankful that he didn't poke or prod at you like he did to some others, and that he bit his tongue for whatever weird reason and the two of you were fine with ignoring one other.

Until, he wasn't.

One day you pull up into class, and you certainly don't parade around like he does on a day-to-day basis, but he notices right away that you look a bit deflated. More tired, fazed than usual. And this is just as surprising to Tsumu as it is interesting, so by the time you sit down with a soft sigh, a million questions and snarky remarks are plowing through that fucked little skull of his.

He snickers; you look over, only to find his palm covering the lower half of his face, the arrogant blond slumped against the back of his chair all cool and unbothered-like. Your eyebrows pinch together in an admittedly cute knot for a fleeting split second, but you turn away from his persiflage quicker than he anticipated. He leans forward somewhat.

"Where's yer bubblegum today, dork?"

You huff lightly, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. And they're kind of pretty, he thinks. With flecks of fluorescent light shining in them and making them sparkle in a way he has trouble ripping his gaze from. Your lashes are thick, and when you get sleepy (which is often) they flutter shut like those dolls at the store do when you lie them on their backs. I mean, in general, you're not too bad to look at, but like hell he'd say how hot he thinks you are aloud. Well, maybe to Samu, or the dream version of you, but he'd have to muster up some real courage to say that shit to your face.

"What, you want some?"

Atsumu ponders this. Kind of shocked you even asked, if he's being totally honest, but he doesn't let that surprise show on his face either. He snorts, a certain keenness glittering in golden-sepia hues as he folds his arms over his puffed chest.

"Depends. Ya got a normal flavor this time 'round, or a pack of diabetes?"

You shrug loosely, turning your head away, but Tsumu kind of leans forward, trails the movement, because if he didn't know any better he'd say there was a little grin plastered over your pretty lips that you were tryna hide from him.

"Well. What do you want?"

He hums lowly. What an important decision now that he's gotta make. Months of radio silence and stolen glances here and there and feigned annoyance, all building up to this grand, memorable moment. He supposes he's got that damn bubblegum you always tote around in your cute pink bag to thank.

"Somethin' normal," he says. "Ya got mint?"

It's your turn to huff lightly with amusement, a hand already dipping down into your bag to sift through the assorted packs and pluck somethin' out. "Sure," you hum with a playful edge. "Who would'a thought the great big Miya Atsumu was so simple-minded."

He holds back a loud chuckle, lest he disturb the boring ass pair of glasses situating himself behind the teacher's desk. After all, he didn't wanna get scolded or sent off to the head honcho's office— he was having too much fun with you right now for that dick to go n’ ruin it.

"Simple-minded? Well, it'd be damn hard to live up to Miss rainbow-gum's ostentatious expectations."

You shrug halfheartedly, fingers folding open a pack before presenting the minty rows to the blond sitting slumped beside you. He leans forward and takes it, but his hooded eyes stay glued to the small smile teasing at the corners of your glossy lips. "Big words for a volleyball buff."

He grins, unwrapping the stick as you pulled out your own flavor and began chewing. His eyebrows raise into lazy acknowledgment before lowering back down with amusement. It's kind of pathetic, the swell of pride that bubbles in his chest at the mention of his sport. So you do know who he is, huh? And you've just been playing it cool this whole damn time, acting as if you weren't affected daily by his mighty aura. Well, either way, it doesn't really matter, 'cause without realizing it, you've just stroked his rabid ego into overdrive and he's not gonna be coming down from that high any time soon.

His pearly teeth flash at you, gleaming under the overbearing fluorescence. He chews rather boastfully, like there's an invisible gold medal dangling 'round his neck, smacking flippantly on the gum as he smirks at you. You can't tell if he's just being playfully friendly or downright belittling as he blows an impressive bubble of minty green. It pops, spatters against his mouth before he licks it up and winks at you. You wonder if you should regret giving it to him or not, because in all honesty it kinda feels like you opened up a whole lot more than just a flimsy pack of gum.

"Go ahead and add that one to yer vocab, L/n."

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