#tsumu fluff

[jelliezellie]

cuddly!atsumu

brain-rotting fluff because i need to practice writing more

cuddly!atsumu who can’t play video games with his friend unless you’re there on his lap. whether you’re facing the tv or you’re hugging him, he likes to brag to you about whatever he just did.

cuddly!atsumu who can’t fall asleep unless he’s holding you or you’re holding him.

cuddly!atsumu who can't seem to let go of your hand no matter where you are. "'Don't wanna lose ya, baby. hold mah hand."

cuddly!atsumu who does the cringey action of pretending to stretch and proceeding to wrap am arm around you while you're both sitting down.

cuddly!atsumu who greets you every day with a bear hug and a kiss.

cuddly!atsumu who likes to lay on your stomach and wrap his arms around you, massaging your waist and hips.

cuddly!atsumu who insists on you laying your head on his chest so you can "sleep more comfortably"

cuddly!atsumu who holds you as close as he can so he cam feel your heart against his.

cuddly!atsumu whose hugs are the warmest and most comforting things you've ever felt.

[lowkeyremi]

Kiyoomi Sakusa who is an absolute emotional drunk. He didn't want to go to dinner tonight but his manager already put him on the reservation list for the celebratory dinner. Of course you accompanied him as his plus one, but boy did he get drunk only after a few drinks.

He was less willing to answer questions and scowling way more than usual too. "Hey Omi! Those were some nice serves earlier!!" Hinata praises and Kiyoomi doesn't say anything, he just glares at his teammate. Did I mention he's clinging onto you like a sloth? His arms are wrapped around you and his face is buried in your neck. He wants to go home.

"Sorry about him Hinata, I think he's ready to go home..." Hinata nods enthusiastically as you say Kiyoomi's goodbyes for him and haul him out of the restaurant to his car. He suddenly out of no where grumbles, "I don't like the way that waiter was looking at you."

"'yoomi what are you talking about? He wasn't even looking at me." He reluctantly gets into the passenger seat. He's acting like a toddler the way a pout braces his face and he has his arms crossed.

"Yuh huh. He was eyeing you like I wasn't right there. I had to stop myself from punching that bastard." This overly emotional state of his has you giggling to yourself because you know if you were to giggle too loud he would think you were making fun of him.

"Well, it's alright now, he's not looking at me anymore." You assure him. You close his car door and run over to the driver side to make sure you two make it back to the apartment safely.

"I'm the only one who can look at you." He concludes from this whole ordeal. "That's not fair to anyone but you, Kiyo." He sighs dramatically and you think he's been spending a little too much time with a specific blond that he claims to hate.

"I don't care if it's fair. You're mine." No more words are spoken of him so you look over to check on him. Only to find his head pressed up against the window with his eyelids closed. His breaths are even and he sleeps peacefully. You cherish how cute he looks because you know as soon as he wakes he's going to be complaining about how his hair is flattened on the side that was pressed up against the window.

[educatedsimps]

— married atsumu headcanons

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↳ timeskip!atsumu x gn!reader ↳ a/n: this man has me in a chokehold no explanation needed anyway enjoy this pure atsumu brainrot

since atsumu wouldn’t be allowed to wear his wedding ring during games he’d wear it on a thin metal chain around his neck

either a silver or gold chain depending on what ring he has

he’d probably keep it under the collar of his jersey tho ‘cause he wouldn’t want it bouncing around everywhere while he plays, or hitting his face when he jumps and runs around

so every time he wins a game, a really difficult point, or a service ace, he’d take it out and place a quick kiss on the ring

he probably also has your initials carved on it

to him, you’re the only lucky charm he needs, but since you can’t be on the court with him every time, his wedding ring will have to do

if you’re in the stands, he’d look over at you while he holds onto his necklace, shooting you that award winning smile of his

sometimes he throws in a wink for good measure

if you’re not physically there watching him, he’ll point to a camera and hold up his ring

sometimes he gets carried away after an exciting point or serve and meian has to tell him to chill and get his head back in the game

but it's really not his fault he's so in love with you

after the game he’ll take his chain and ring out from under his shirt so it can be seen while he takes pictures with his team or when he does post-game interviews

it became a habit soon enough

he also brings you up every. single. chance. he. gets.

with his teammates and in interviews and on his social media he's always like "yeah hard work is one thing but i wouldn't be where i am today without my s/o"

sakusa is probably sick of listening to atsumu ramble on and on about you before during and after practices

you often get texts from kiyoomi saying "y/n come get your man"

anyway, once he’s home, he’ll clean the chain and ring ‘cause “it’s got all ma nasty sweat on it, don't want ma lucky charm to wear out” (idk if that’s how sweat and metal work but wtv)

he also tells you that as important as your wedding rings are to him, nothing will ever replace you as his good luck charm

omg he just loves you so damn much

i feel like at some point he'd probably just get a tattoo of your name on his ring finger especially if there are games / organisers that don't let him wear any jewellery or accessories

and yes he gets pissed if they don't tell him beforehand, and he spends the whole game salty and pokes jabs at the organisers under his breath

his teammates usually take the brunt of his complaints (sorry jackals)

he'll still wear the ring necklace if he's allowed to tho it's like his favourite accessory

anyway he loves you so much and he never stops thinking of you ‘cause he’s just a huge simp

edits:

i think one reason his ring is so special to him (other than the fact that it's his wedding ring) is also because you proposed to him first

but i mean if you didn't, the ring is still really special to him

and even though he's a pro athlete, he still gets nervous from time to time and knowing that a little bit of you is there with him, physically or not, helps calm him down

like he rubs it a little out of nervousness every once in a while

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[noosayog]

wc: 500

content/warnings: arguing, slamming doors, angst, cheating(?)

part 5. directory here.

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"Hold on," you hear him chasing after you. You pick up the pace, sidestepping rowdy groups and the wall of Atsumu's teammates.

You’re able to get to your door, fumbling with the keys. You’re yanking the door open when he catches up. 

"Just hold on one fuckin' second," he says when he grabs ahold of your arm with enough force to topple you backwards. 

"What, Atsumu? Just let me go!" You're mortified to find hot tears welling up. You forcefully shake his hands off to press the heel of your palm against the offending eye.

"You're misunderstanding the situation," he starts.

"Misunderstanding?" you parrot.

"Yeah, just let me explain." He presses, stepping all up into your personal space.

"Fine then," you yell back. "Let's hear this explanation."

"We didn't, I didn't do anything."

You remain quiet, expecting more, but that's all Atsumu seems to have to say. That was the extent of his explanation. You kick yourself for even expecting anything more out of someone like him.

"So what," you grit out, lowly, slowly. "After a series of incidents in which you played no role in, you found yourself in bed, a girl sitting on your lap, making out with you? You did nothing and it all just happened?"

"Well, I-"

"Save it, Atsumu. And get the fuck off of me."

"Just hear me out-"

"I did. And you had nothing. So go away. Go away and stay the fuck away." The sheer volume and force of your words push him further from your door until it takes one final shove to push him out the door and out of your space. You slam the door and bolt every lock shut.

Outside, Atsumu slams his fist frustratedly at the door.

"Fuck!" you hear him yell.

You beeline straight to the bathroom to wipe the stupid glitter you have on your eyes, blush you have on your cheeks, and gloss you have on your lips. A sick part of you thinks that despite that whole fiasco, Atsumu never even made a comment about how you looked. You scrub harder until your cheeks and eyelids turn red, then dive straight under the covers. The tears are falling freely now and you press your face into your comforter to muffle the sobs, knowing that if they are even a decibel louder, Atsumu could probably hear them through the walls.

You can't help but replay the scene in your mind. Seeing Atsumu and someone else lock lips on his bed, the very same one he had pried some of your most closely held secrets in late night conversations on, made you sick. Did he even notice that you owned that same top that girl was wearing? The same one that he had badgered you about wearing on your official first date? The one that you mustered all your courage up to wear for him when you decided you could trust him? The mix of tears and snot stain your blanket and the sniffles become convulsions when you feel the bile rising up in your throat. You throw your covers off and run to the toilet to vomit the contents of your stomach out, wondering how it could be possible that him breaking your heart could hurt you more than when he gave you a concussion.

[emmyrosee]

“How did you get in my house?”

Your voice is anything but surprised to see the familiar intruder to your home, your eyes rolling into your skull as the one and only Atsumu Miya stands, happily, casually, in front of the fridge with his lips tucked into the spout of strawberry milk.

“You gave me a key, ‘member?” He hums, putting the milk away and closing the door. “Me and ‘Samu, for emergencies.”

“No, I gave you both a key to water my plants,” you grumble, tossing your own keys on the table and clutching the small bag in your hand closer to your chest. “Besides, I don’t know if craving strawberry milk classifies as an ‘emergency’.” Your protection over the bag only makes him tilt his head in interest, and you hate how cute you find the action. “What’re you looking at?”

“What’s in the bag?” He asks, pointing rudely at the pink bag in your grasp. “I thought we were going shopping together this weekend.”

“We are,” you say, voice lacking confidence. “But I needed… something for tomorrow night.”

“Like what?”

You feel your temple throb at his persistence, “‘Tsumu, don’t you have someone else to bother?”

“Not until practice tomorrow.”

“Well can you go bother your brother?”

“Your boyfriend told me to scram so he could plan out the menu for your date tomorrow night, try again.”

“Dear god,” you snarl, but you shake your head and plant a kiss to his cheek, watching him smile happily at the simple affection, “fine, you know where the snacks are, just… just give me like. 15 minutes, I need to call Rintaro.”

“Oo!” He says eagerly, “can I come! I haven’t talked to Suna in a while!”

“Absolutely not,” you answer promptly, and Atsumu deflates. “You, sit and stay. I just need his opinion on something.”

“Woah woah woah!” Atsumu interjects, watching you in betrayal.

“What?” You scoff, a brow cocking at his audacity and arms crossing over your chest. He looks at you incredulously, “uh, I don’t know; don’t you want my opinion on it?”

“Not really,” you deadpan, and this clearly doesn’t sit well with the blonde twin, as he scoffs and throws his head back, pawing at you and the bags dejectedly.

“Come on, I’m your best friend!” Atsumu whines, smiling hopefully. “Doesn’t my opinion matter to ya? Especially if it’s got somethin’ to do with your date with ‘Samu. Ain’t I the one to ask?”

The way your upper lip snarls makes Atsumu flinch back, but you know the brother of Osamu goddamned Miya is not about to backdown from your secrecy, so- against your better judgement, perhaps- you cave.

“Oh, yes, okay,” you clear your throat and reach in the bag to pull out the two sets of lingerie, blinking innocent at the bottle blonde whose eyes nearly bug from his skull. “Best friend, which one of these do you think would make me look hotter, so your twin brother would want to plow me?”

His jaw moves, but no sound comes out as you raise your brow expectantly. A smirk spreads over your lips as honey-colored eyes shift from one fabric to the other, and finally he clears his throat and plops back down on your couch. His cheeks are scarlet and he’s doing all he can to avoid your gaze, and it fills you with joy to know you’ve won this one.

“The blue one…” he mumbles shyly.

You quirk your jaw at him dominantly, “that’s what I thought, Miya.”

[dira333]

Roommates - Atsumu Miya x reader

From my Haikyuu Request game - requested by D.

Atsumu is already in the kitchen when you come home.

“Samu?” You yell through the apartment. “Your brother is eating my snacks again!”

“There’s no name on it!” Atsumu cuts in before Osamu can interject. “I checked.”

“Yeah, but you can’t read.” You drop your stuff on the kitchen counter and squint at the package in his hand.

“Never mind, that’s Samu’s.”

“Told you!” Atsumu gloats right until you smack him in the head with a packet of ground coffee.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there.”

He mutters and grumbles but he stays where he is, chewing down the expensive cheese crackers Osamu seems to buy in builk.

You keep pretending he’s not here, knowing you’ll just lose your temper the second he makes you open your mouth. 

That strategy has been working well the last few months and if you can keep making it work you won’t have to find a different apartment to move into.

-

Atsumu is lounging on the Couch when you come back from jogging, sweat dripping in your eyes as you lean down to untie your shoes.

“Damn, you go out like that?” He asks and you fling your sweat-soaked towel at him, sucking in a smile when he shrieks in disgust.

“Don’t you have training to be at?” You ask, proud of your even tone.

“Got sent home because I kept throwing up.” He moans and you turn on your heel to glare at him.

“And you come here?”

“Yeah?” His voice comes out whiney and child-like. “It’s not like I can go home to my mom, that’s too far away.”

You decide to leave him on the couch, far away from you. 

Getting sick is the last thing you need right now. 

But you text Samu in the privacy of the bathroom, chewing your lip as you wait for his answer.

With all the fighting the boys have going on, you’ve picked up right away that they do care for each other, just in their own way.

By the time you’re out of the shower, Samu’s in the kitchen cooking something and Atsumu is curled up on the couch, a hot water bottle pressed against his middle.

“I’m out.” You tell Samu quietly, eyeing the bundle on the couch. “You need anything?”

“Can you get me the lecture notes from today? You know Sazama, she can give them to you.”

“Ooh, Sazama.” You wink at him. “I’ll be sure to mention that you’re still single.”

“Stop that.” Samu moves to hit your shoulder playfully but you step out of the way, content to see the blush on his cheeks. You knew it.

-

Atsumu’s pretending that he’s not in your room and you’re getting sick of it.

“You know you’re not allowed in here.” You remind him from where you’re sitting at your desk, typing furiously as you try and finish that train wreck of an assignment.

“I’m not ‘in here’.” He emphasizes from where’s standing in the open door. You can see his reflection in the window if you squint and his left foot is clearly overstepping into your room.

“You are. You’re just exploiting the fact that I can’t get up right now to close the door.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He whistles a tune, leaning further into the doorframe.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“No.”

You bite your tongue when your mind supplies another question. You don’t have time for this.

You manage to lose yourself to your focus but his voice pulls you out of it again.

“Do you want something to drink?”

“What?” You almost flinch at the sound behind you. “Sorry, what did you say?”

The look on his face is something you haven’t seen on him before. He pushes himself off the doorframe before you can place it. 

“I’ll get you some water.”

“Uh, thank you?” You start before realizing that he’s going to use it as a ploy to step further into your room, the only space in the apartment you’ve managed to keep away from him - so far.

“Wait, I’ll get it myself.” You rush after him.

-

You’re not surprised to have one of the twins turn up in your room at their own birthday party. You’re just surprised it’s Atsumu.

“You’re reading?” He asks as the door of your room clicks shut behind him and he sags into your desk chair.

“Yep.” You turn a page, deciding that you can be civil for a day and not throw him out.

“What’s it about?”

“It’s for Class but it’s kinda interesting.” You take a sip of your water but his eyes stay locked onto you. Okay, that’s weird.

You clear your throat awkwardly and try to summarize the book, only to stop in the middle of your sentence.

“Okay.” You say and lower your book further to glare at him. “Spill. What’s going on with you?”

He shrugs. “Nothing.”

“Don’t give me that shit. You’re the social butterfly in this household. Why are you not with the others?”

“Can’t just come and check in on you?”

“It’s your birthday party, Atsumu.”

“Why do you never call me by my nickname?” The question comes out of left-field and you’re left gaping at him for a moment before you can form a single word.

“What?”

“You call Samu Samu and Suna is Rin. And just now you called Captain Shin. But you always call me Atsumu.”

“Shin’s my cousin.” You remind him and he rolls his eyes.

“That’s not what I was getting at.” 

Yeah. You know that. You just don’t want to think about it.

“Will you go back to the party if I come with you?” There’s that thing again, moving over his face like a shadow, too fast to decipher. But he nods and gets up, stretching his hand out to help you out of bed.

“Pajamas good enough for your party?” You joke.

“Seriously? I’m afraid you don’t have anything better in your closet anyway.”

He ducks out of your reach just in time.

-

Tsumu is sitting in front of your apartment door, when you get home, head hanging low.

You don’t have to text Samu, you already know the score. MSBY lost and you don’t know what’s worse for him. Losing or losing by an inch, knowing he could have won.

“Hey.” You tap his boots with your own. “I was going to watch that awful movie you’ve kept talking about. Want to watch it with me and make it more bearable with your commentary?”

He looks tired and spent when he raises his head but he nods.

You stretch out your hand for him and he eyes it for a moment before taking it, allowing you to pull him up.

He’s quiet when you prep the snacks, always two steps behind you in the kitchen.

On a different day, you’d yell at him for it, tell him to at least get the drinks ready. But not today.

He settles heavily on the couch, his knee knocking into yours as you make yourself comfortable.

You pull a blanket over your lap and pretend that this is fine. Everything is fine.

Five minutes into the movie his head falls heavy onto your shoulders and you let out a sigh that’s been caught in your chest for months now.

In two hours Samu is going to be home.

In four hours you’ll go to bed and pretend that everything is fine. That you don’t care at all about Tsumu sleeping on the couch, heartbroken and tired after a loss.

Something slips in your chest as if a dislocated joint finally finds its home again, and you dig your elbow into Tsumu’s side.

“What?” He grumbles and you swallow what’s left of the knot in your throat.

“Get up. You can sleep in my bed.”

“What?”

“I won’t offer again.” 

You know you’re fighting a losing battle the moment he slips under your covers like he’s always been supposed to be there.

You know you’ve already lost when he curls around your side, his head on your shoulder, his arm a heavy weight across your stomach.

It feels like this is how it’s supposed to be.

-

Tsumu’s in your bed when you wake up, unfairly long lashes fluttering over sunkissed cheeks, nose crunched up in his sleep.

You turn slowly, partly to protect your poor heart from this sight so early in the morning, partly to get your phone.

You’ve got two messages from Samu.

“Hey, I know Tsumu was here but I can’t reach him. How was he when he left?”

The other, sent twenty minutes later, has your cheeks aflame.

“His shoes are still here? I think I’ll steer clear of your room tonight.”

You press your phone to your chest, too embarrassed to think of a response, knowing you’ll come face-to-face with him soon anyway. 

Movement to your left pulls your attention back to the situation at hand.

Tsumu’s blinking at you.

Like this, in the early morning light, he looks like innocence personified. 

He looks like Sunshine and easy laughter, like dancing in the rain.

He looks like someone who could break your heart and you’d let him do it.

That’s why you pull away, push yourself to the edge of the bed to get out, away, before this mess can get any messier.

His hand catches yours before you can, though.

“Stay.” He asks.

“Tsumu.” You plead. 

You can hear the smile on his lips when he speaks.

“You’re calling me Tsumu.”

You shrug, cradling your heart in your hand, your back towards him to protect what’s left of it.

“Could you love me?” He asks, voice low and soft. “Like, not right now, I know that’s not possible, but, in the future? Is there a chance you could like me at least? I mean you’ve let me sleep in here and I know I’m a mess but-”

“I already love you.” Your voice is so quiet you hope he hasn’t heard you. But his grip on your hand tightens and you know he didn’t miss a word.

-

Tsumu is already in the kitchen when you come home.

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Are you eating my snacks again?!”

“They’re Samu’s!” Atsumu grins at you from across the counter, cheeky and undeterred. “I checked.”

“I heard that!” Samu yells from the living room. “Give them back.”

“Come and get them.” Tsumu taunts as he leans forward to kiss you. You block him with a hand on his chest.

“Not the cheese crackers, Tsum. They smell so bad.”

“But baby!” He whines. “I want a kiss!”

“Brush your teeth first, then we’re talking.” You tell him flatly and he pouts before dropping the crackers and leaving for the bathroom.

You get back to putting the food away, grinning at Samu when he steps into the kitchen, an impressed look on his face.

“I never thought that would work.”

“Well, your cheese crackers are safe. Now keep your end of the deal.”

“Fine.” He huffs and grabs the opened bag of crackers from the counter. “Apartment is yours till tomorrow. Onigiri are already in the fridge.” 

You roll your eyes at him. "We could order Pizza. Tsumu will survive without your food for one day."

"Tsumu can what?" Strong arms wrapped themselves around you and pulled you back into your boyfriend, his minty fresh breath ghosting over your face as he put his head on your shoulder.

He eyed his brother.

"What are you still doing here? Don't you have a Date with Sazami?"

"It's my apartment too, you know!" Samu grumbled but he did not sound half as mad as he could get.

“Bye Samu. Stay away Samu.”

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[summer-may]

husband!atsumu is petty when you fight. he will pull no stops to make sure you talk to him. he knows how stubborn you are, so he will get ready to do elementary shit.

he will tighten all the jars, put your favorite cups on the top shelf, hide the pans, hell, he'll even hide your go to eyeliner and mascara. lmao. he'll then wait because he knows you'll try your best but then yell begrudgingly for him to help.

as you go to the kitchen to make dinner, you ignore atsumu sitting on the couch and put the pan on the stove. as you take out all the ingredients and try opening the lid of the sauce, you for the life of you cannot seem to open it. can't open another sauce jar too. hmm. that seems weird, huh.

you narrow your eyes and duck out of the kitchen to look at atsumu and see him turn around in a hurry.

"miya!" you yell, stomping towards him.

"yes, honey?" he asks sweetly, a look of absolute innocence on his face.

"did you screw on the lids super tight?" you shake the said evidence in front of his face, "every freaking jar?!"

the twinkle in his eye returned, and he was trying so hard to not smile. he really wanted to grin so bad. "i would never, i say never do such a thing!"

you knew he was lying, brat. but the annoyance was dissipating due to how excited he was when you came to talk to him. it didn't matter to him that you came to yell, but just that you finally started talking to him.

and the fight was stupid anyway, so the fact that you were going to make dinner to apologise and makeup with him was in line with what was going on now.

you couldn't hold the small smile that came onto your face, "you're an ass, you know that right?"

his arms go around your waist and pulls you on his lap, "i know, but i'm your one and only ass, that loves you very, very much."

you drop the sauce jar on the couch and hold his face in your hand making him pout, "i love you very, very much," and give him small pecks as you speak. "dork."

atsumu shakes your hand off and holds onto your neck to give you a kiss that melts your brain and makes you breathless. "missed holding you, baby."

you didn't know you could love this man more, but you were melting at this point, you cuddled up into his chest while kissing him.

"it's literally been a hour, honey."

"and?" he quips, his smile sweet and hands now moving the usual path along your body. "sixty minutes knowing you are angry with me is torture, baby."

the jar, the fight, the annoyance all gone. and now just you and your husband loving each other remaining in your house.

[lovelyunholyc]

he feels a little silly sometimes, always staying at your place instead of having you over at his.

atsumu can't remember exactly when yours started feeling more like home, and his more like somewhere he needs to stay sometimes when you're busy and he needs to work, too. he makes the excuse that your bed is bigger and more comfortable, with your "hundreds" of pillows and soft, soft blankets (he wonders how he'd ever fit comfortably in his own bed alone all this time, much less entertained others, not that anyone before you could be compared - it feels too lonely now, anyway, on the nights he's relegated to needing to sleep alone in it) but he doesn't think it matters in the end, because any free time he has, he's at your doorstep, usually with a snack, treats from his brother, or your favorite drink.

he thinks he falls in love with you all over again when you decide to give him his own key.

atsumu crushes you in his embrace, needs you to breathlessly shriek at him that you can hardly breathe to remind him of his strength. he settles for peppering kisses all across your face and jaw and neck until you're pushing him away playfully, laughing, an irresistible tinge to your skin, glowing with love. he assumes he looks the same, he feels it blooming deep in his chest and hopes you can see it just as plainly on his face, every facet of his being.

"you in love with me or something?" you can't help but tease, though the answer is plain as day, carved into his handsome features and sparkling in his eyes.

"very much so," he replies anyway, beaming at you, then the tiny cut of metal in the palm of his hand that he thinks he'll cherish forever, long after you've moved out and he's put you both in an even bigger space - a shared one, officially. the thought makes his chest warm.

atsumu all but sprints to latch it onto his keyring, then grabs your hand excitedly and leads you to the door. "c'mon, baby, i gotta make ya one for mine, too."

one day, you'll both only need one set.

he pauses at your doorway, turning back to you and kissing your wrist, a gesture that never fails to make you smile. "this really means a lot to me. and, you're never getting rid of me now." he winks, and you giggle.

"i wouldn't dream of it, 'tsumu."

[onigirintarou]

isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?

Miya Atsumu x gn!reader WC: 800 fluff

your eyes grow heavier by the second and the sweet call of sleep nearly has you in its grasp until you feel the sensation of cold toes poking at your ankles.

you shriek.

"atsumu!" you chide your boyfriend whose only response is to groan. he lays a heavy arm on your stomach before bringing you closer to his side.

he nuzzles his face against your neck and sucks in a deep breath before letting out a loud sigh.

"i can't sleep."

now it's your turn to groan. "and your solution is to prevent me from sleeping?"

you can feel his mouth quirk up against your neck. "'s less borin' this way."

you roll your eyes despite the fact that he can't see it in the pitch black of the room. "don't you have to be up early for practice tomorrow?"

"don't remind me." you can definitely hear the pout in his voice.

"why are you bothering me then when you should be trying to sleep?" you whine bemoaning the lack of sleep you know you both are going to be getting tonight.

his thumb begins to rub small circles at your side. "got a lot of thoughts running through my head."

"didn't think that was possible," you deadpan.

"ouch." he huffs out a laugh before giving your side a playful pinch. "forgot that ya get mean when you're tired, sweetheart." his hand splays out on your rib cage, fingers soothing over the site where he pinched you.

you shake your head in fond exasperation before shifting to your side to face him. "well, we both know sleep's gonna be escaping us for a bit here so why don't you get those thoughts out of your head, hmm?"

you see his lips quirk in a tired smile before he moves to rest his head on top of yours. you tangle your legs together and bring your arm over his side.

he's silent for a while and for a minute you think maybe he'll stay like that and let you get some sleep, but you should know better than that when you're dealing with the likes of miya atsumu.

"do you think taylor swift broke up with joe alwyn?"

"what?"

he repeats the question.

you have to resist the urge to rub at your forehead, already knowing that you'll be suffering from a migraine in the morning from the lack of sleep.

"tsumu," you start gently. "why are you thinking about taylor swift at 1230 at night?"

he sighs and moves his hand to to hold yours. "i'm thinking about taylor swift and her boyfriend," he corrects you. "or maybe i should say her ex-boyfriend? i don't know. i have a lot of thoughts, okay?"

you decide to humour him. "what kind of thoughts?"

"she's just so strong, you know? singin' all these songs she wrote about him. she wrote new year's day about him! lover! paper rings! oh god," he groans. "she wrote invisible string about him!"

you squeeze your boyfriend's hand in an effort to calm him.

"tsumu," your voice is soft. "what's going on?" you ask because you truly do not understand why your boyfriend is having a taylor swift-related crisis this late in the night.

"s just," he starts. "is love even real?"

you move your hand away from his and stiffen. "what?"

he groans and pulls you tight to his chest. "i love you," his voice is completely genuine. "don't ever question that." he moves a finger to your chin and gently tilts your head up before placing his lips on your forehead.

you bury your face into his chest. "you're so embarrassing."

he gathers his thoughts for a moment and then begins to explain,"it's just that i listen to those songs she wrote about him and think of you, ya know? and now her inspiration for those songs isn't even with her anymore and it just makes my heart ache because i never wanna listen to those songs and not think of you." his eyes remain on yours. "i never wanna listen to her sing the line 'one single thread of gold tied me to you' and not feel my heart flutter in my chest because that line reminds me of you - it reminds me of you and me."

he chuckles and you feel his large hands make their way underneath your shirt seeking comfort in your warmth.

"hey, tsumu," you whisper. "taylor and joe may not have made it, but you know i'm not going anywhere, right?"

the smile on his face lights up the room and sends your heart aflutter. the last thought you have before drifting off to sleep is that you wouldn't mind spending all of your sleepless midnights with him.

[broshot]

atsumu miya and nicknames.

he has been using nicknames for you ever since you two got to know each other (which is a long time, lets say you two started being friends even before first grade).

it started with all sorts of silly names, he used to call you "chocolate bar" just because your guardian used to pack you a chocolate bar with your lunch every day. he loved coming up with food related nicknames. he called you stuff you were allergic to, even things that he himself liked eating.

the nicknames evolved as you two grew up. he started calling you an ant when he grew taller than you, but as soon as you called him a giraffe he stopped. he couldn't stand his nicknames being thrown back at him.

when you started middle school, his nicknames for you started turning into more normal ones, such as the first or last two letters of your name.

when he developed that he had feelings for you, he stopped using nicknames for months. he thought he'd make his feelings "obvious" if he called you anything else than your name. you got suspicious of him and asked osamu if he knew what was up with his brother, but osamu kept atsumu's secret and said he didn't know.

you two went to the same high school, even ended up in the same class and he started using nicknames for you again. he confessed to you in the second year of high school. that's when his nicknames took another silly turn.

"my love!" is his go to. it's simple yet so lovely. he loves putting "my" in front of everything. "my world, my dearest, my one and only (yes this is a satosugu reference but shhhh), my everything, my sweetheart..." you get the point. he uses your name a lot too, but he doesn't miss a chance to call you by a nickname.

you don't know what the deal is with atsumu and nicknames but honestly, you won't complain because he's way too adorable

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[natriae]

Chapter 2: Ya know who Sunarin's livin with

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Your whole life you were told that you would either love or hate your job, and you would know pretty fast. You never quite understood how someone would know so quickly if they loved or hated their job. Every job has its pros and cons and training for a job sucks. Even months after working for JVA, specifically MSBY, you still don't really love nor do you hate your job. It pays your bills and you have freedom for the most part. You get to travel the world, and get paid for it. So you wouldn't ever complain, but it would probably be more enjoyable had you not had nine flies swarming around you at all times. Meian is the only break you get. He maintains his social media presence and always brings in new fans.

And if we're talking about bringing in new fans you guess you shouldn't completely hate on the MSBY 4 - as they like to be called. They brought in a significant amount of fans right off the bat which not only increases their pay but yours too.

There was a small knock on the conference room door that held everyone's attention. At the moment you were in a meeting with the MSBY team, the team's manager, coach, and Kuroo Tetsuro. Kuroo was leading the meeting to discuss future promotions when the season began, however no one expected the meeting to be interrupted after it had just begun. Kuroo let out a gruff 'come in' , clearly irritated that he was interrupted mid opening speech (even though no one was listening). The white fogged glass door opened to short black hair and sharp eyes that could be recognized anywhere. He really had to come right now? Out of the corner of your eye you notice Atsumu sitting up in his seat wondering if he's seeing things right. Suna Rintarou walked right into the meeting with no shame. He gave Kuroo a curt bow and put your bento right on the table in front of you.

"you're welcome." he whispered into your ear. He gave a lazy smirk to Atsumu and a quick nod of his head before leaving the room. Do they know each other? More than just two players on the court?

You turn towards Atsumu to find him already looking at you. However, his face isn't the usual soft boyish expression. His jaw clenched and his eyebrows drawn together clearly confused and a little mad. Instead of holding your eyes he turns and looks down at the table. You should probably talk to him once the meeting is over.

Oddly enough that day instead of Atsumu chasing after you. It's you chasing him out the door. The two of you clocked out for the day ready to go to your cars and here you are running after him and yelling 'Miya'.

"Miya, please wait! I've been trying to talk to you all day." You exclaim as he exits the stadium's doors. You watch as his back tenses before he reluctantly turns around to face you. He moves the heavy gym bag slung on his shoulder before giving you a fake smile. Finally catching up to him you give him a face of confusion. Trying to figure out why he's been acting like such a dick today.

After the meeting Atsumu left without saying a word. Normally he tries to crack a joke or at least talk to people before ultimately leaving the room. Then later you tried to get him to talk to you while he practiced, but he kept using the excuse that he needed to get ready for the starting season, or that the coach wanted him to get better. Which you knew was a lie. The last thing the coach wants is his team to be overworked. Which is why you're stuck here flipping the roles around for the first time in 8 months.

"Miya, why are you acting like a dick today," you snapped while lightly pushing the larger man's arm. You watched him look down and shake his head as he clenched his jaw in anger.

"it's nothin'. None of yer business," He retorts. He lifts his shoulders up as he maneuvers his gym bag once more. He turns around and begins to walk towards the door, but stops when you start again.

"Okay, yeah it's none of my business, but I have shit to do and questions to ask you for my job, and you made it extremely difficult, so now it is my business if you like it or not," fuming your face flushed with anger. Not only did he make your day harder, you were stuck in traffic this morning, spilled your coffee on yourself, an intern opened their door and hit your car, and you have had the most pounding headache all day. The only thing you needed was for your coworkers to cooperate with you.

He pauses and leans his head back before putting it back into place and quietly says, "it's just issues with me and samu…goodnight," Solemnly the over six foot setter exits the stadium without a word. He heads straight to his car and goes home. Not even waiting for you to get into yours.

The glass door slides harshly against the metal as the MSBY setter enters the much too small establishment.

"ya don't look too happy," the younger twin comments as he wipes down the wooden counter separating him from the customers.

Atsumu makes his way to his spot at the restaurant. Next to him there were two small framed pictures hanging one above the other on the wall. One of him, Osamu, and mama miya outside what would become 'Onigiri Miya", then the one below it him and Osamu on the MSBY court. Atsumu fresh out of college sporting his MSBY jersey and Osamu next to him with tired eyes from late night at the restaurant. The photos definitely helped share that this was an authentic family run restaurant, and that Miya Osamu would serve you food with love. Like right now, Osamu already had made Atsumu's favorite Onigiris as the blond twin settled in his seat.

"So what's got you so grumpy," Osamu starts while eyeing up his twin.

"Who says I'm grumpy," Atsumu retorts, cocking his head up and scrunching his eyebrows together. He watches as his brother's eyes squint slightly and his head leans to the side. Already saying 'really 'tsumu' without even opening his mouth.

"well fer starters yer not shoving my amazin' Onigiris down your throat. Secondly, ya walked through ma door like a bird just pooped on ya!" The younger brother shouted. His eyes now open wide not caring if the other customers could hear him fighting with his brother. It's their Miya charm. When you come to Onigiri Miya you're likely to get food and a show of the twins fighting with each other. If anything the customers are used to this and mind their own business. "So, either tell me what's wrong, or get the hell outta here," Osamu finishes cocking his head in the direction of Atsumu's apartment.

Atsumu takes a deep breath before speaking. Instead of attempting to crawl over the counter the older twin, for once, actually stays put and gravelly asks, "do ya know who Sunarin's livin' with?"

"Yeah, some girl from college," Osamu responds, shrugging his shoulders lightly before turning around to begin working on another customer's order.

"don't ya think it's weird he's livin' with a girl," Atsumu croaked. Before he knew it a mug with hot water was placed in front of him. He took a sip of it to moisten his neglected throat as he waited for his brother's answer.

Even though he wasn't facing Atsumu anymore he continued the conversation recalling how they shouldn't question Rintarou's actions at this point.

" Come on, when's the last time we've actually had to worry about Rin…not like posting bad videos of us, but like his other life choices. He has our best interests in mind,"

Atsumu knows he's right, but there's still this nagging feeling in his heart. He knows if he just talked to Suna things would be fine, but what if things aren't fine. It's not like he likes you. He just wants you to be safe, and sometimes Suna does things without thinking. Yeah, that's what it is, he doesn't want you to get roped into Rin's bad ideas. Leading to you losing your job. He would never openly say it, but he loves working with you, and wouldn't trade you for the world.

You walk into your shared apartment to see suna lounging on the couch, phone in hand, and a random cartoon on the tv in the background. This isn't an unusual sight to see him in, but usually it's later in the day you see it. On a normal day you and suna would be pulling into the parking garage at the same time, going into the elevator at the same time, and entering the apartment at the same time. Suna immediately goes to the couch while you get changed. However, today Suna's coach gave his team a rest day after their hard work, so he was able to start his laziness early.

After changing you begin to work on a small dinner for the two of you. A way to thank him for bringing you your lunch. While you chop up the ingredients you hear a few creaks of the floorboards before long, lanky arms are wrapped around your torso. You've known Rin since college and since then he's always been really touchy with you, but in a sibling way. Jokingly trying to punch you or keeping you close when he sees someone who is eyeing you the wrong way. So you weren't uncomfortable by his hug, just confused that he's not about to give you a knuckle sandwich.

As quick as he hugged you he just as quickly unwrapped his arms and headed to the fridge.

"Hey, no eating. I'm cooking dinner right now." You scolded the dark haired man. He gave you a nasty face before grabbing a drink and watching you cook from the island. "What was that hug about?" you questioned. You slide your knife down the cutting board successfully landing all the vegetables into the sizzling pan.

"can't friends just hug each other," he responds in a mocking tone. You don't need to turn around to know he's making a 'matter of a fact face', but you do, and you see it, and you give him your best 'duh' face with a roll of your eyes. That was one reason why you think you and Suna got so close. You reminded him a lot of his sister and he felt like a big brother to you. You would subconsciously care for each other like siblings, and fight like them too.

With a light laugh Suna continues talking after taking a sip of his soda. "Sorry, miss grumpy pants," you quickly flick some of the boiling sauce at him with the spatula then hearing a loud 'ow' come right after, "okay, you looked sad and like you needed a hug so I gave you one," he muttered out. Seemingly embarrassed by his kind emotions. You lightly shake your head before you tell him that you did with a small thank you. He gets up, pats your back, then begins grabbing plates to set the island with. One set up for each of you.

You were glad you had Rintarou. He always made your day better no matter how irritated he made you. That night your headache finally disappeared as the two of you ate your food and spoke about your days. People's jobs are just one part of their lives, but having a safe home is much more important.

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[kyopmi]

[ part two ]

"i want a dog."

sakusa kiyoomi pauses his movements, freezing mid-tucking himself in under the covers and instead turns his head towards you. he stares at you with a slight frown on his face as if you've just insulted him in some way, meanwhile you hold your ground and look back at him with eyes filled with determination.

"...why?"

"because!"

and at that moment, kiyoomi knows neither of you are going to sleep anytime soon.

"they're so cute, omi! and they're so much fun and they make such great companions. maybe you can even take it with you on your morning runs. oh, and we can take it to the park for walks!" you continue to list your rationale for getting a pet as kiyoomi listens silently. he has nothing against dogs. he doesn't dislike them but isn't particularly interested in owning one, either. truthfully, he's more worried about the mess it's going to make – he's been to atsumu's house which he shares with his several dogs a few times and there's always some dog fur clinging to his furniture or stray squeaky toys scattered on the floor.

"just imagine how great it'll be to have a dog around the apartment." you finish off your speech and look expectantly at the man beside you.

kiyoomi snorts in mock offense at your last statement. "sorry, is living with just me getting too boring for you?"

you lightly swat at his chest, rolling your eyes although the smile on your face doesn't go away. "that's not what i said," you whine, and for a second, kiyoomi wonders what's the point of getting a cute puppy when there's already one next to him on the bed.

your husband chuckles at your antics as he gestures for you to come closer, wrapping an arm around you as you oblige and nestle into his side.

"i've thought about it, y'know," you murmur, sincerity more evident in your tone, "i'm pretty sure we can handle a dog if we get one. if you want to."

kiyoomi hums thoughtfully. he knows you've always had a soft spot for furry friends and that you've longed for a dog for years, but with how busy the both of you were with your respective careers, it would've been unfair to get a pet you couldn't properly care for. however, he's aware that you're both married and settled down now, with steady jobs and no plans for children in the foreseeable future, maybe a dog isn't such a bad idea after all.

"that sounds good, actually," he finally admits out loud.

you immediately squirm in his arms to look up at him with wide eyes. "wait, really? you think so?"

kiyoomi grumbles at your sudden movements and waits for you to still again before answering. "yeah. why do you sound so surprised?"

you shrug. "dunno," you mumble, almost timidly, "i thought i heard you complaining about atsumu's dogs once, so i didn't think you'd want to get one."

a short laugh escapes him. "probably complaining about how atsumu doesn't brush them enough or something. i'm sure we'll be better dog parents, though." he smiles at your giggle, brushing away a strand of hair from your face and planting a soft kiss at the top of your head before he properly tucks the both of you back under the covers, sending you off to sleep with dreams of pawprints, squeaky toys, and a rather adorable image of kiyoomi wearing floppy dog ears that you're definitely going to tease him about in the morning.

[atsumwah]

atsumu : i've been looking for you everywhere

y/n : what a coincidence i've been avoiding you everywhere

[tsumus-babydoll]

FAMILY TRIP - ATSUMU MIYA

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tw: reader and atsumu have a child, lots of fluff

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sighing you take your hat off of your face. being on vacation with your husband and your chubby little toddler, of course meant, that your husband decided to visit the beach before it’s time to leave.

atsumu loving the beach was nothing new to you, so you were fine with it. even though you hate getting sand stuck everywhere, let alone the amount of people, and having to bear the sun all day long. for him you’d suck it up though, knowing he loves a good opportunity to play beach volleyball while his family is watching, and getting a tan to drive every single fan – aiming at you though - even crazier, (you could see the edits coming, please, you weren’t complaining though). so here you are; laying on a big blanket with an umbrella protecting you and your little family from the sun.

you looked to your right where you saw the great grand miya atsumu laying on his stomach with his hands tucked under his head fast asleep. cute – you thought to yourself, not that you would ever mention it in front of him. on his back laid your one-and-a-half-year-old son, kaito, sprawled out into a starfish position, resembling just his father.

it was about time to leave, the radiant sun setting in with its yellow pinkish lights, but before you just needed to admire the sight in front of you for a few more minutes. a few minutes more wouldn’t hurt anybody, right?

gazing at the father son duo you couldn’t help but coo at them both drooling, one more than the other. you decided to take a few pictures of them. seeing your son with his baby hat, a piece of fabric over his back and his favorite little giraffe doll held onto with a strong grip in his tiny soft hand, made something inside of your heart bloom, you couldn’t be any happier. while you were in awe of your little troublemaker unknown to you your husband was awake watching as your focus was on them.

the sound of giggles fills the air. looking down you are met with the most beautiful pair of eyes you had ever seen, the kind to make your stomach fill with butterflies. “mornin’ baby,” speaking with his groggy voice, you could see, that he’s looking at you like you are the source of beauty.

“mornin’ tsum’, did ya have a good nap?”. a hum and a slight nod are all you get before you let him rest his head in your hand. while closing his eyes you tell him “we should get going, ya know. It’s gonna get dark and you need to drive carefully, sumu”. he opened his eyes “I know, I know. can’t we just enjoy the last few minutes watching the sunset, angel?” he pouts. knowing you cannot resist atsumu you turn, sitting up so you can look at the ocean reflecting all those pretty colors of the sunset.

you feel big arms engulfing you from behind, he rests his head on yours. looking to your side, you realized your lover boy somehow managed to put your still sleeping kaito into his baby seat.

you let yourself relax in his touch, as strokes your arm. feeling his chest with your back, rising and falling, you sink into the of comfort he is providing. both of you sit there, swaying side to side, enjoying the birds chirping in the silence of your toddler’s nap.

“I love you,” he says it like it’s an obvious statement. not like he’s confessing, but like it’s a fact. turning your head, you kiss his bicep acknowledging the love and care he holds for you “I love you too, sum’”. smiling to himself he takes your hand, kisses it and goes ahead to ask you, “why the hell are ya so gorgeous?”

laughing you spin and cradle his lap. he’s grinning at the sound of it, because for him it’s the most beautiful thing in the entire universe.

you gently hold his face like it’s the most precious thing in your palms and realize how warm his skin feels compared to yours. “what?”, he asks looking like the innocence that’s lacking in his personality (smh). “nothin’.”, you say, though the dorky grin on your face tells otherwise. losing yourself in his chocolate brown eyes you murmur, “so pretty.” he flusters, of course he does. no matter how much of an act atsumu puts on to impress you or how tough he acts around you, you simply know he will always be your dear husband, whose age shrinks to teenage boy atsumu, when you’re flirting with him.

he takes your face into his hands and looks down before looking up again. he slowly approaches your soft velvety lips, and you seal the kiss. it’s messy, but surely full of love. you heavily breath out of your nose, grasping onto him while moving your lips to the rhythm he has set. breaking apart you lean onto each other’s foreheads, trying to steady your breathings.

hearing him let out a breath before smiling he asks “let’s get going shall we, baby?”.

before you know it, kaito is awake. groaning you stand up and take kaito into your arms, “hi baby, did ya’ have a good nap? yeah? are ya’ hungry? c’mon let’s getcha something ta eat, huh?”your husband watches you and laughs wholeheartedly. he would’ve never imagined seeing you this swoon over your little family. he grabs the baby bag with the backpack, to pack the blanket in it, after shaking the sand off.

after finishing doing so, he picks up the baby seat and walks towards you, where he sees the love of his life showing his son the birds. he gives your shoulder a peck, “let’s get into the car, hmm?”. you follow him to the parking lot.

once you arrive at your car, he opens the door for you and kaito. putting your toddler into his seat and handing him his play doll you go to sit into the passenger seat. watching atsumu get in as you are ready to go, he puts on his seatbelt and starts the engine. he takes your hand, kisses the top of it – a habit he has made over the years - and puts it on the gear so he can hold it throughout the entire ride back.

the plan for now is to return to the hotel and get ready to fly home to osaka. the car stops at a red light. you see atsumu admiring you. “I’m so lucky to have you as mine, doll.” laughing you respond, “it wasn’ luck sum. you were making a fool out of yourself. I needed to stop you.”. the top of his ears change into a red color recalling all of his embarrassing moments trying to ask you out. you hear you toddler letting out a giggle. surprised you both look back. kaito’s biting his hand and grinning ear to ear, “pwaah...pahahh” is all you hear before atsumu parks the car and starts celebrating due to the first word his son just gave from him. you’ll do your best to make sure you won’t miss your flight; after the celebration that is of course.

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[oiks-milkbread]

Bf atsumu that likes to cage you in his arms, that likes to hug you from behind and engulf you in his embrace, probably comparing your hand sizes at some point, because he's so tall and buff and likes to tease you about it. He also probably enjoys putting all of his weight on you while lying in bed, mostly to play, not indulging in it for too long, just enough for you to promise him to give him more attention and kisses.

[kuromiiyuuu]

Hiii! I just found your blog and i love your writing so much! Esp the atsumu fic! I'm sucker with that kind of trope!❤

I see that your request are open so if u don't mind, may i request ex to lovers with atsumu x f!reader where's he is the one who initiated to broke up with the reader but the reader doesn't want it but he still left and after some times he regrets it a lot and try to get back? But reader thinks he just pitying her and feel bad for leaving her and one day he will leave again knowing he really looks like he didn't love her anymore when they broke up. It makes his heart ache knowing that he really hurt her so bad but then he promises to make it up and proving that her assumptions are wrong before she really accept him again. Literally just really angst to fluff where atsumu showing his effort and love to gaining her trust again hehe. Im sorry if this is doesn't make sense and too detailed:( i read a lot of break up angst recently so im craving for some comfort huhu but of course you can ignore this if you don't take detailed request!❤ i hope you have a nice day/night, thankyou so much!!❤

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･“I would never fall unless it’s you I fall into.”

—After he claims he had lost his love for you, he leaves, even if you asked him to stay. But what if he shows up after months of healing to ask for a second chance to fix everything he destroyed?

atsumu miya, (f).

genres, tropes, warnings + word count. angst to fluff! | ex boyfriend! ex girlfriend! | not proof read ! | 3.9k! |

notes i. first request and I love it already, also thank you for your kind words🥺💓

You can feel it, his every actions has changed. He spoke to you as if you had no feelings, his eyes looked at you like a mere someone not his someone, just someone. His longing touches became blank and cold.

He was losing his feelings for you, any sane person can tell it. He was no longer the bright Atsumu you first met back then, the apartment you both shared together has gotten dull and dark, you can never get used to this.

But you loved him, with all your heart. He was the first man to ever show you were worth for something, you don’t ever want this relationship to end because you knew this was still capable of saving, and you were ready to risk anything to save it. You could never meet a man great as Atsumu, he made you feel things no other person could do.

They say, things ends for a reason. And maybe this is it, but what ever reason it was, ending things with Atsumu will never have a reason valid to you. 

“I’m sorry, I truly am— but I don’t feel the same way anymore, and it hurts me to see you still tolerating me. You deserve better, Y/n.” The blonde says, hanging his head down in shame as he clutches his jacket in his hands.

You looked at him, were you hurt? Were you in pain? Both, tears falls down across your cheek and you can’t stop it. It hurts you to see your relationship being at the edge of ending things:

“Please don’t leave me, Tsumu. We can fix this, we always fix this.” You refused, shaking your head as you tried to step closer to him but he seemingly backs away, he finally looks up and his eyes were dry as ever.

It was like you were the only one hurting.

“I... I don’t know how to love you anymore.” He confesses, the way he speaks was soft but the words he threw your way was like a piece of hard rock thrown your way.

You took a step towards him again and he thankfully didn’t back away, he thought it was going to be the last time with you, why not let you be? He can’t admit it not yet when he already said those things that he was hurting too.

You bring your hand to cup his cheeks, your eyes released a a large volume of tears. You can’t help it, something you cherished was about to end.

“I see forever with you.” Atsumu says with a laugh at the end of his sentence, his eyes looking at you with admiration.

“That’s cliché, Tsumu.” You joked, your eyes changed shapes as you smiled ear to ear.

“You said it yourself, you saw forever when you were with me.” You denied it all, no nothing can end not when you have so much to offer to him.

“Sometimes forever, doesn’t necessarily mean forever.” He says, his voice low and slowly breaking apart, “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”

He then slowly removes your hands from your face as you sobbed.

“I don’t want you to leave.” You clenched your fists at your side, fighting the numbing feeling around your chest area.

“I have to, I can’t stay in a relationship where you’re the only one who’s still feeling things, Y/n.” Atsumu tells you, he runs his hands through his blonde locks, frustration had spread across his face, “Just— Just let me go..”

You wiped your tears finally, thinking about it for a moment before sniffing a one last sob, “Okay.”

You had a very time healing, there was a time you didn’t have any source of energy in your body to eat, almost resulting for you to be taken to the hospital, that’s how bad the break up impacted you. Your family and friends were worried about your well being, but after a month or two. You finally feel yourself again.

You started to be you, feel the happiness you make for yourself. Atsumu was gone, and at times like this you have no one but yourself is what you always say.

So when one of your friends invited you to a dinner with also some of her friends, you agreed. Wanting to have fun with them, and possibly dance the night away. After all you deserved it.

The restaurant was a traditional japanese, it was warm and very welcoming, you had a big smile plastered on your face as you greeted the one’s you knew before sitting at your designated chair, the smile still on your face but soon faded when a voice you knew all too well hits your hearing sentence.

“Their bathroom is very clean.” The voice said, no. You refused to look at his way.

So, when you can hear the footsteps nearing, you used your hair to hide your face. It was dumb and cowardly for you, but you can never earn the guts to ever look into his eyes without feeling your heart cracking slightly. He had pained you enough.

“Ah Atsumu! Come and join us, you took your time alright.” One of the boys says with a bold laugh at the end.

You felt so small, you wanted nothing but to want to have the ground swallow you up at this very moment.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” You hear your friend ask beside you, you cringed at how her voice said your name out loud.

You swear you heard Atsumu mumble your name but you assured yourself maybe it was just your imagination.

Turning your head to look towards your friend as you nod your head frantically, “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

She gives you a worried look, rethinking maybe it was a mistake inviting you here, but after all she had no idea your ex boyfriend was ever going to be here.

You hear the chair in front of you move, and a person sits down in front of it, please don’t let it be him, you prayed in your mind, chanting those words like it was a prayer as you slowly look up, and only to your dismay, it was him. Of course it was him, his soft blonde locks appeared in your sight, and what surprised you the most is how he was already looking at you, you can’t make the way he was looking at you, you can’t read it, and you didn’t want to.

You averted your eyes away form him, hoping that he gets the signal you became uncomfortable in his gaze.

You wanted to leave like anyone in the room, but that just shows your weakness towards the blonde and you didn’t want it. You healed, you learned to love yourself and that’s what you like to show him.

And to his point of view, he was confused. Yeah he broke up with you as cold as ice, but then, why did he feel his heart slowly igniting into fire as soon as he took a glimpse of you. It was as if when he first saw you, how hard he fell for you at first sight was the feelings he felt when he first saw you again after the break up and he hates it.

He can’t love you now, when he has already done enough damage, it was unfair to you.

But it wasn’t a sin to think you were as beautiful as the day he lost you. How can he ever do that to you? With all the words he spit out like it was nothing, his feelings faded away and he felt bad. It was confusing to say the least.

After the break up, Atsumu thought he will be the happiest man in the world, finally being free away from the one sided relationship but it was a hard time trying to forget about you after all, he never felt that way to someone before.

And those feelings came back, just by a single look in your eyes he knows he was falling all over again.

Your group of friends started digging in the food that was in front of you, and you felt a little shy to start eating, so you placed such small food onto your plate to eat, your appetite of eating has dropped a shocking amount.

“Yer not hungry?” That familiar accent of his, was he talking to you? Oh how you hope he wasn’t. But when you looked up to him, it answers all your questions.

He was already looking at you, those foxy eyes of his staring right back at you.

You felt awkward but you moved your mouth nonetheless, “No, not really.”

“Well, try this— they make like the best sushi!” He exclaims with a smile, his smile, after months you never forget how it looks like, to think about it he quite changed. His hair now pushed back and his face was refreshing than ever. The relationship was really bad for him, huh.

With no permission from you, the blonde grabs one of the sushi by his chopsticks to place on your plate, some of your friends had silenced to watch the awkward interaction and both of you failed to notice.

You look up at him in surprised, “It’s fine, I’m quite okay.”

You refused, placing the sushi at the farthest corner of your plate as you flash him a forced smile. It was maybe your imagination but you see a glimpse of disappointment flash across his face.

“Ah I’m sorry.” He says with a scratch at the back of his neck, his tone tells it all, he was kind of expecting for rejection.

You didn’t reply at his apology, you only remained silent to eat from your plate. Finding it hard to look up and to maintain conversations with anyone.

The rest of the dinner was silent for you, your friends had fun sure, you giggled and laugh at some time but the majority of it was you just sitting on your chair to listen to them talk, also not liking the fact that majority of it was Atsumu’s gaze lingering on you and you wanted nothing more than to want to brush it off of you like it was dirt stained on your shirt, he was sparking up conversations here and there but you instantly turned it down before it can even ascend any further.

And at last, the dinner finally came into an end. It felt like forever to sit around while trying so hard to stay quiet when Atsumu was literally in front of you. After you had said your good bye’s to your friends, you took the chance to leave first, telling such bullshit reason that it was family emergency.

So as soon as you had gotten out of that restaurant you can’t help but inhale the soft breeze of the night, you bury both of your hands inside your pocket and started heading home where you can chill with your cats and maybe watch something to ease your mind before falling asleep.

But then, after being a few blocks away from the restaurant you were stopped.

“Y/n, wait.” Someone says behind you, and you can never forget about that voice his.

Your feet seemed to stop in cue, and you can’t move them anymore. You prayed you had the strength to face him on whatever thing he wants with you. But you just hoped you are able to cope with him, even just for this time and you wished to not see him anymore after this.

You turned around slowly, watching as he pants, trying to chase his breath as he stops a meter away from you, “Uh... How are you?”

“Just get to the point, Miya.” You strictly tell him and he cringes at the last name basis.

He began to fidget with his fingers, he shows body languages that he was indeed nervous, while you only looked at him, adding pressure just by looking at him.

“It’s nice seeing you again— after you know, gosh I’m so sorry about that.” He says, bringing his hand back again to the back of his neck to scratch it, a habit he never loses whenever he has a hard time gathering his emotions.

“It was like a month ago, I’m sure both of us had moved on from it.” You replied with no emotion visible on your tone, and it gives the blonde a hard time to tell what you’re thinking.

“Yeah, I’m sure we both moved on from it.” He agrees with you with a nervous laugh at his end, “By the way, is there a way that I can see you again?”

“See me again? Why?” You ask, crossing your arms in front of your chest to raise an eyebrow at the nervous blonde.

“I know I messed up before, but allow me to fix it, allow me to fix us.” He confesses and just like deja vú, you backed a step away and he widens a little at your actions.

“There’s nothing to fix Miya, we ended months ago.” You say, shaking your head and finding it very hard to believe he was trying to get back to you, no, not when you’re doing just fine by yourself. And after all, you had no idea if he’ll end up leaving you again, “You’re not sure about your feelings, Miya. So don’t go around saying you want me back.”

“After the break up, I thought I’d be able to forget about you. But you never once left my mind.” He confesses finally, looking down to his feet as he feels shame overcoming him.

You laughed bitterly, “Why are we even having this conversation? Nothing is need to be said.”

“There is! Let me take care of this, let me fix the things I broke.” He tells you. His eyes was nothing but genuine, you can tell, your heart listened to him, wanting to just elope him into a tight hug but your brain was unsure if he was able to do what he did back then.

“Stop, just stop— you’re just gonna waste your time.” And with that being said you left, leaving him to his own regret and sorrows. But you’ll be damned if you think he’ll stop there, he knows he feels bad, the damage he had cost you was so much and he would willingly fix it.

He knows he loved you, he was a fool to let his feelings overcome him at the day you two broke up, but the truth is, he did lose feelings, but he was unaware that it was capable of coming back. Now he was sure, he loved you unconditionally.

First day, you woke up to a soft knock at your front door. You stirred in your sleep until you were fully awoken by how long the knocking had lasted, with a grumble and a little bit of cusses on your way to your front door, you opened it with no care.

But soon closed it right after when you were met by a familiar blonde man standing right on top of your door mat, both his hands occupied with either flowers and snacks. You leaned your back against the door, finding it very hard to face him at this kind of moment, “Get lost, Miya!”

Your heart beats hard against your chest but your mind shakes the sweet moment away.

“B... But, at least accept the flowers.” He tells you at the other side, his face frowns.

“Leave, please just leave.” You say, now sliding down to the tiles, bringing your knee to your chest as you tried to calm your heart down.

Atsumu on the other side looks at the flowers in his hand, and without any thought he places it right in front of your door before leaving with no words cause he knows how much you didn’t want him to be there.

At the middle of your day when you had to go to the supermarket to buy some products you needed to use, you were met by the flowers the blonde left earlier. And your harshly picked it up to throw in the trash can, he was confused by his feelings and he shouldn’t be wasting his time for you because things ended for good.

How did he even find out about your house address?

And the day after that he showed up in your front door, all kinda of sweet stuff in his hand as he gives you such smile while you only slammed the door right in his face, the coldest thing ever but he understood, and he doesn’t give up to place the things on your doorstep to recognize later on with the day, unknown to him they were all sitting on your trashcan.

You thought he was going to give up after a couple of weeks, or even months but he didn’t stop, sometimes stopping by your work place to meet you at the entrance to hand you the same flowers he had to give, but you had sadly ignored him, you were stubborn, you listened to your heart before and look where it got you, it doesn’t hurt to listen to your mind once in a while right?

There then comes a time where all of it finally came down on you, it was heavily raining, and his familiar knock on your door was heard an hour ago, you thought he left already since it rained like cats and dogs, so you laid in your bed, trying to get some sleep, but you were turning, moving around on your bed, not being able to find such spot to sleep, and then, you suddenly stand up, and before you knew it you were already moving towards your window to look outside, and there he was. Standing under the rain as he grabbed onto the flowers he had for the day and the chocolates in his hands.

He looked like he was standing there under the rain for about an hour and it pokes right on your heart, you hate seeing him like this.

You sighed, finally ignoring your mind as you ran up down stairs after putting on a decent outfit, opening the door frantically at your front door, “Atsumu!”

You used his first name and you didn’t even notice, his head turns over to you. And your body weakened when you notice his lips had gone slightly blue. 

What was he thinking? You say in your head as you frown before signaling him inside your house and he hesitantly did it. Walking inside your house and as you see him up close you can see his bottom lip slightly quivering.

“Are you crazy?” You exclaims, taking the flowers and chocolates from him, for the first time you had placed them right on your table before guiding Atsumu towards your kitchen, you excused yourself to go grab a towel from your bathroom, not hesitating to place it around him and he mumbles a thank you.

“Why would you do that? You’re going to get sick, Atsumu.” You say, worry lacing your voice as you continued to make some hot chocolate for him, you knew how much he loves it on a rainy day and even yourself can’t tell the reason why you did it, “You always do careless things!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to miss a day of bringing you flowers.” He says, his voice low and raspy as he hangs his head down.

You halt your movements and in that little moment your heart skipped a beat, “Why are you still trying?”

Atsumu stays silent for a moment, “Because I love you, I really do. And after getting a look at you again after months of trying to move on, I just knew I had to see you again.”

This time, you really stopped your movements, unable to know what to speak next as you gulped down a group of saliva, somehow, there was nothing but genuine and honesty in his tone, you too felt the same, you denied it all the time and maybe finally your mind was made up, why not give it a try? Everybody deserves a second chance, but you were probably still gonna be cautious around him.

“One date.” You say, grabbing the cup in your hand as you walked up to him to hand him the cup and he doubts a little bit before accepting it.

“What.” He widens his eyes, his movements freezing.

“I have some spare oversized clothes that may fit you, you can also take a shower while you’re here.” You say, blushing furiously as you tried to change the topic as you make your way out of the kitchen, not long enough you were leaning your back against the wall beside the entrance to the kitchen.

Placing your hand on your chest as you clenched it, trying to calm down your heart from beating so fast as if you had just talked to Atsumu for the first time, without realizing a smile makes it’s way up to your lips.

After the interaction, you are embarrassed to say you dug out the things he bought for you, the flowers, cards, and stuff animals out of the trashcan you refused to disposed, you then treasure them in your room.

And that day finally came, the day Atsumu has been waiting. Both of you attended the festival that happened in hyōgo. Atsumu was smiling, not a single second did you see it fade away in the slightest and you were also giggling at his lame old jokes, you can’t help but to admit it but, you missed him.

And he misses you, he believes both of you can still be fix, and he just needs for you to believe in him, and you slowly do, you missed the way he made you feel and the way he made you feel safe, you believed it was the right thing.

Both of you had the time of your life, able to feeding each other with street foods and what not, he treated you like you were so fragile and he was aware that he might hurt you.

At last, the day has finally reached it’s exciting part, you and Atsumu stood beside each other at the view of the whole town, the lights reflected your face and it enhanced it so prettily, Atsumu watches you admire the view, while he admired you.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please enjoy this beautiful firework show starting in five seconds.” A lady announces in the speakers and you can’t help but feel excited.

“Atsumu, it’s starting!” You exclaims, looking over to him with a smile he wishes he could see again, and he thanks the God he was able to.

“Thank you.” He suddenly says, his gaze not leaving yours.

“F... For what?” You failed to start a normal sentence, your smile slowly faded.

“For giving me a chance.” He tells you, his eyes softening as the moment passes by.

And before you can even open your mouth, the first fireworks lights up in the air, the sound slightly catching you off guard and it that moment, the firework light enhances both of your faces as you look into each others eyes.

But soon you looked away first, finding it hard to look away but you managed and so did Atsumu. You both enjoyed the beautiful sight in front of you, heart beating and seeking for each other.

And then, one of the biggest fireworks you had seen lights up the pitch black sky, “Wow, it’s beautiful.”

Atsumu slowly turns his head to you, watching as your eyes adore the sight before you as he open his lips to say, “so beautiful.”

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