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May I request a bit of angst but fluff in the end for Atsumu? 🥺 Using quote 1, and can it be both smau and written? Cos I really like yer writing 🥰🥰

When the trio entered Club Rebel they were met with a whiff of alcohol and smoke, a scent they were now well accustomed to. As Atsumu began to scan his surroundings, an animated grin warmed up his features. The space was almost at full capacity, and the sea of unfamiliar faces had the blonde’s heartrate in a mess. He selected Club Rebel for their group outing for one reason alone – he was seeking anonymity. At least, that was the reason he proclaimed to his two friends. The artificial motive was packaged with an impressive sales pitch, and if they did not know his history with the venue, they might have bought it. Afterall, Club Rebel was perfect – he could be anyone here. More precisely, it offered him the opportunity to escape the labels and baggage that was associated with the name “Miya Atsumu”.

“First rounds on me, friends!” A breath of satisfaction was exhaled as he hooked an arm around each of his friend’s shoulders. Bokuto thrusted a fist into the air in response, celebrating the setter’s declaration while Suna mumbled an unenthusiastic “great”.

Truthfully, the only reason Suna tagged along was because he knew you would be here. Despite supplying his friends with a persuasive falsehood, they both knew that Atsumu was harbouring a secret wish. The setter was hoping to a catch a glimpse of the heart he broke. And thanks to the skillful planning of his friends, his wish would come true.

“Since you’re paying, you can bring us the drinks too.” The middle blocker settled onto an empty L-shaped couch, sinking into the cushion contently before waving his friend away. “Bokuto you go find Aran and ‘Samu. Then when you’re both done, come back to me.” Suna did not care whether or not the pair would agree to the plan thrust upon them. Instead his attention landed onto his phone and the social media page he was responsible for monitoring for the evening.

Exasperated with his friend, Atsumu twitched, lifting his hands into the air. His fingers slowly curled into a fist as he tightened his jaw, swallowing the growls wishing to sound. “Suna, ya lazy ass! What do ya think ya are? A damn prince?” Beside him Bokuto raised an eyebrow at the middle blocker, wordlessly questioning whether the plan was in motion.

“Maybe I do.” The emotionless response was aimed at the setter, though Suna’s eyes remained fixed onto the Ace. Tilting his head, he lowered his phone to his thigh. The arrogance in his pose provided Bokuto the answer he was seeking.

“Tsum tsum, just get the drinks. I’m gonna find Aran and Myaasam.” The Ace tugged on his setter’s shirt, nudging him to take his leave.

“Yer the worst.” A final death glare was administered by the blonde to the unwavering middle blocker. Shaking off Bokuto’s grip, he turned on the outsole of his dress shoes then began towards the bar. Sometimes he did not understand what Suna’s problem was. Shaking off the thought with the roll of his eyes, he pressed himself against the bar counter, motioning the barkeep over.

“Heya, Miya. It’s been a while.” The foreign accent hit the setter with a wave nostalgia – the barkeep ‘Star’ was a friend of yours. He didn’t recognize her at first, perhaps due to the alcohol he consumed earlier.

Star was the one who had introduced the two of you, after speaking with Atsumu she suggested that he meet a potential romantic candidate. He could still remember how the butterflies in his stomach sang upon your arrival – you were the most beautiful person he had ever met. But he soon realized it was the kindness of your soul that bathed your features in an angelic glow. God, he was an idiot for letting you go. “She’s here you know.”

The information was stated with a thick layer of disappointment, her dislike for the setter was becoming quite obvious. However, the surge of hope that entered Atsumu’s body allowed him to successfully bypass the distaste in her voice. Fate had blessed him with a miracle – that was all that mattered.

“Do ya know where she is?” The question spilled from his lips before he could gather his thoughts. He knew that she held little motivation to help him – but it was worth a shot.

Star grimaced, continuing to polish the glass within her grasp. Instead of responding verbally, she motioned to the dancefloor with her chin.

While he was eager to see you, the smile that was sewn into the setter’s mouth could no longer be maintained when his eyes landed on you.

A string of laughter exited past your coloured lips when Makato completed another impression of your mutual friend. Beside her, the former Karasuno Captain had his face resting in his palm, with embarrassment flushing his skin. Sugawara patted his friend’s back in a supportive manner, though he too, was failing to suppress his laughter. And for the first time in a month, your lungs had accepted the fresh air, expelling the smoke that was left behind by a past lover.

“Awe, y/n. I forgot the sound of your laugh until now. Thank you for the reminder.” Makato provided a little wiggle to her eyebrows, with a teasing edge to her comments.

“I’m sorry.” The sound of your laughter dimmed into a titter as you shook your head. “Thank you for dealing with me all this time. I know I haven’t been the easiest to deal with for the last month.” The alcohol lacing into your bloodstream had equipped you with the conviction you lacked for the last 30 days. While your heart continued to weep from an unforgettable loss, your intoxicated mind led you to believe that you could move on – and that you would.

But even alcohol could not cure the damage that would befall you if you came face to face with the devil himself.

It took you a few minutes to spot him, and when you did, a storm brewed inside of your stomach.

Were your eyes deceiving you?

No. It was him. Miya Atsumu in the flesh.

The tears that were once being shed inside rose to the surface, claiming your cheeks as you locked onto his gaze. Your friends exchanged worried glances seeing your sudden alternation in mood, except when they followed your stare, the source of your pain was easily spotted.

“Why the hell is he here?” Makato seethed, her fingers clenching the stem of her liquor glass.

“Let’s just leave. Come on, y/n.” Sugawara slipped an arm through yours, guiding you in the opposite direction and away from the setter.

Panic flared inside of the blonde when he saw you disappear in the crowd. A desperate glance was tossed on either side of him as he scanned the venue for a solution to this problem. It would take him far too long to block off each entrance even with the aid of his brother and friends. Then an idea struck him, sure it was ridiculous and could potentially cost him greatly, but it his was only option.

“I’m not losin’ ya again.” Mumbling the words under his breath, he broke into a sprint towards the DJ Booth.

Across the dancefloor, your friends strived to lift your spirits while Daichi was sent to fetch your coats. Makato brushed away the liquid clinging to your flesh, while Sugawara had an arm around you, his fingers soothingly caressing your arm. The gratitude you held earlier for the alcohol had quickly morphed into regret, as it amplified the emotions you were failing to conceal. What made the circumstances considerably worse was that all you desired was him.

“Where is Daichi? It shouldn’t be taking this long.” Blowing out a noisy breath, Makato surveyed the area, puckering her lips out in thought. However, rather than finding your mutual friend, her eyes fell upon a certain blonde idiot who was now standing on the DJ’s platform. “Oh no.”

“HEY. L/N, F/N. Don’t ya dare think about leavin’!” Atsumu’s voice echoed throughout the club, drawing the attention of every attendee. The setter adjusted his posture as he squinted at the audience, searching for the person responsible for his moment of insanity. When he spotted you in the crowd, a pained expression painted his features. “Y/n.” The way he breathed out your name so softly brought you to clench the fabric draped over your chest.

This time when your eyes met, you kept the surge of tears at bay, utilizing your acting skills for the first time this evening.

“Y/N, I love ya. I love ya so damn much. I’m sorry that I didn’t fight for us.” The sincerity of his words was revealed by the small cracks in his voice. Atsumu was a confident man, but right now, the only thing keeping him from collapsing was pure adrenaline and fear. “I didn’t realize it at the time, forgive me. I should have been putting yer needs before mine. I should have appreciated ya more, everything ya did for me…” As his bottom lip wobbled, the females in the audience blew out a few “awe’s”. You, on the other hand, were engaged in a battle with your cheeks, swiping away the liquid you could no longer suppress.

“I don’t ever wanna make ya cry again. Please y/n.” He didn’t care that he was begging at this point, he would grovel at your feet if he had to. “Give me another chance will ya? I know I messed up, but let me make this right.” Sniffling, he wiped at his nose with his sleeve before throwing the microphone back at the DJ. Jumping off of the platform, his eyes remained secure on you as he slipped past the dozens of bodies keeping you away from him. When he finally reached you, a timid smile tugged at the ends of his lips.

“Will ya take me back, y/n?”

Unable to compose yourself, you threw your arms around his neck, prior to digging your face into the cotton that covered his chest. As you entered his embrace, the setter was overwhelmed with happiness. Peppering kisses to your head, an apology or declaration of love was whispered between each kiss as he clung to you, fearful that if he let go, he would be awoken from his dream like reality.

“Atsumu…” After gathering the energy required to use your voice box, you pushed away from him slightly. Your eyes were rimmed in crimson, and your mascara was now smudged below your eyelids. But you were still the most breathtaking girl he had ever laid eyes on. Humming lowly in response to his name, he pressed his forehead against yours. “Don’t be such an idiot next time.”

Your demand prompted a sheepish grin to display on the male’s features, though it was short-lived. As after you said your next words, he immediately crashed his lips against yours in a kiss.

“Next time, you don’t need to scream how much you love me on the microphone. You just need to come home.”

A/N: Omg you said tiny bit of angst and I gave you this - I’M SORRY??? hopefully the fluff at the end makes up for it!? AAAh ;-; I hope you like it!! Also I edited this 3 times and at this point if I missed any mistakes pls ignore thanK YOU

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