You know this boy like the back of your hand and you know that the way he acted tonight was genuine. He really does look so innocent and adorable when he’s asleep and you couldn’t help but think about his words tonight. You lug his 6’2, 177lb body onto the nearby couch with whatever strength you could muster (and it took you awhile yes, but you got there) and laid a blanket over him. “Then I’d never let you go,” he responds in the same volume and you know he’s about to pass out, which he does. “And what if I said yes, I do like you?” You ask in barely a whisper. Sure, he’s told you things here and there, being his best friend and all, but this was something entirely different. Atsumu has never been this transparent with you in his life. You didn’t realize how hard it had become to breathe until he finished his rant. Or even the times you cheered me on at matches regardless of how busy you were…” he trails on, “and it killed me that you didn’t come see me win today.” You think I haven’t noticed all the times you’ve cleaned up my messes or made me dinner when I couldn’t even pick myself up from practice. When you can’t find a trace of it, you drop your hands and let him continue. You’re not sure what to say as you search his eyes for any sign of insincerity. “But these feelings are real!” Atsumu blurts out. Instead, you’re lightly pushing against his chest and smiling nervously, “ok lover boy, you can kabedon me another time.”īut Atsumu stays firm, refusing to let you go until you’ve answered his question. “Do you like me?” He asks, eyebrows furrowing and you almost think he’s being serious. You’re yelping as you turn around to face a strange looking Atsumu in front of you.Ītsumu pins his hands on either sides of your head, trapping you in your spot between him and the now closed fridge. You’re rummaging through the fridge when you feel a familiar hand on your waist. You snap out of your daze and make your way to the kitchen to make him a sandwich to soak up the alcohol. This one was gentler, calmer, and a bit subtler with his advances. “Water first,” you said, your voice demanding and full of control and he obliges, taking the cup of water from your hand and gulping it down with ease.īut this Atsumu wasn’t like the other wild and irresponsible drunk Atsumus you’ve faced. His face lifted into a dopey smile and moved to embrace you before you placed a hand in front of his chest, halting him in an open-armed position. You heaved a sigh and prepared yourself for drunk Atsumu, the worst of them all.Īnother hour passed before the door creaked open and a sloppy looking Atsumu wobbled in only to meet your stern face with a cup of water in hand. Atsumu should’ve been done by now but knowing him, his team won and they were going out for drinks. You could envision your setter’s determined face as he set the ball to Hinata with perfect timing because of all the previous games you’ve been to in the past.Īfter cleaning up Atsumu’s mess and tidying up your own bedroom, you check your phone to see 7:00pm reflecting off the screen. Your best friend was currently playing one of the biggest matches of the season and you had chosen not to go despite his desperate pleas because you had to study for a huge exam coming up. So even as you were picking up his sweaty jersey off the living room floor of your shared apartment, you couldn’t help but grin at the surrealness of it all. Perhaps that is why you had fallen in love with the idiot Miya Twin, because he always was more than that. You also didn’t expect the days where he would return home from practice only to have picked you up some mochi despite his exhaustion. When you decided to move in with the idiot Miya Twin, you knew your life would be full of messy nights and unintentional babysitting.īut you didn’t expect the nights where he would fall asleep next to you while watching a movie, his face the gentlest of expressions. Synopsis: you’re in love with your roommate and best friend, Atsumu Miya… and maybe he feels the same way too
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