#🧂—rayray’s spice

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atsumu hates her.

hates the way her lips curl up into a friendly smile as she tells him about his day, hates the way she put in the effort to dress up and look nice for him, hates her expectant eyes and flushed out cheeks.

but he smiles back anyway, a half-meant smirk and chuckle. he tells her she looks pretty and asks her where she got that new dress from, though he's not that interested. he holds her hand, walking on the outer side of the road like he's supposed to. he holds the restaurant door open, pulls the chair for her to sit on, and hands her the menu like he's expected to.

atsumu hates her, though he has no real reason to.

but then he watches her as she takes a pair of wooden disposable chopsticks, breaks them in half with ease, and eats her ramen.

and it all just comes back to him—it's eight in the evening and his stomach grumbles from the aftermath of training, you sit in front of him, inspecting the wooden chopsticks as if it were some kind of bomb.

it comes back to him—you refusing his help as you break yet another pair of chopsticks, your pout as you insist that “you’ll get it this time”, the way you puff your cheeks in frustration as you ponder on whether you should just ask for a fork.

“split decision!” you excitedly whispered to yourself as you finally broke a pair of chopsticks perfectly in half, waving the utensils in front of him proudly. and he would just stare at your face, that stupid little excited face he loves so much, and laugh at your antics.

“split decision,” he whispers to himself now, looking down at the pair of wooden chopsticks in his hands, split yet broken.

“what is it tsumu?” she asks, looking up from her bowl of ramen and eyeing him curiously.

tsumu.

his name always sounded better when it tumbled out of your lips.

it sounded sweeter coming from the strained sound of your voice as you say his name in between chuckles and giggles. it sounded just right coming from your sleepy groans, pushing him off the bed as he kissed you awake, much earlier than you had asked him to. it sounded so much better coming from your gentle whispers, hands roaming around his hair and calm tingles coursing through his body as you peppered kisses on his face.

and it even sounded better coming from your defeated sigh as you walked out the door and out of his life.

it was you.

you were better for him, only you.

he clenches his fists and gets up, he needs to see you. he needs to tell you he's sorry, that he made a mistake, that he wishes he could just take back the time, and take you back to him.

but then he sees her, eyes wide in question. the same eyes you'd given him when he would come home later than usual, the same furrowed brow when he stopped talking about his life, the same nervous tremble of the lip when he stopped being there for you.

“next time you rope a girl around your life,” he remembers the way he watched you look back at him one last time, your luggage in one hand and keys on the other, “promise me tsumu, that you’ll never hurt her the way you hurt me.”

he sits back down and offers her a weak smile, “sorry, déjà vu.”

his chest feels tight and his eyes sting. he wants to scream and run away, it just doesn’t feel right.

but the least he could do was to show you that what you said that night mattered. that what you said meant something to him and that it always will.

that after all he's done and after all he's broken, he should at least keep his last promise to you.

p.s.: cried to olivia rodrigo's deja vu and got this little idea rbs are appreciated! *head pats* » m. list

[ichigomis]

Could you do an atsumu or Osamu unplanned pregnancy?

Angst or fluff?

one.

it's one in the afternoon and nothing's going right. you find yourself sitting in your bathroom, suddenly hyper fixated on the designs of your tile wall. or at anything, just to get your mind off the pregnancy test sitting idly on your lap.

two.

two lines. shock, confusion, panic, and every single emotion washes over you all at once. you're far too stunned to even cry, so you just sit there in the quiet bathroom. millions of thoughts cloud over your mind, but you haven't the faintest idea of what to do now.

three.

"samu, let's talk." he stares into his screen, and worry hazes over him. three words are enough to send him closing the restaurant early and running home to you.

four.

you stand there with him in front of you. he observes you, trying to piece the situation together. your eyes were puffy from crying, you haven't changed into your clothes since morning, and you looked so exhausted. a hundred possible scenarios run through his head but nothing would ever prepare him for what you say next:

"i'm pregnant." it takes you exactly four minutes to say to him, and instantly you feel as if you're whole world crumbled.

five.

you're suddenly in his arms. his warmth makes you feel as if everything's going to be alright, but you doubt that.

"don't cry, i'm here..." he whispers into your hair as you sob further. his voice that always brings you calm is trembling. he's scared, really scared. he never thought that this would happen so early on. but he knows you're even more frightened, even more afraid of the sudden reality. he knows he needs to be there for you, no matter what, "...always." he says those five words as a promise, his promise to you.

p.s.: hmm i was supposed to pass up this ask (didn't know if i could do it) but i had this little idea and im not sure if it turned out well but here it is nevertheless hebwebfwgg

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