You Were Good To Me (Haikyuu Fanfic)

Prologue

Credit: @y_kabara (Twitter)

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"Samu, where's my bottle?"

"Grow a pair of eyes, Tsumu. It's below the counter."

Monday, the saddest crippling start of the week known to man (if you don't consider Sunday), but today the Miyas are in a pretty good mood and rather excited for anticipated events, especially Atsumu.

Inarizaki has set up a practice match right before a week of school break with the very popular powerhouse school, Itachiyama. Yes, Atsumu is eager to see Itachiyama's proud ace and his gorgeous-looking boyfriend, Sakusa Kiyoomi.

No one thought that Kiyoomi would find a liking to the Inarizaki biggest idiot and setter, out of all people. Whatever magic spell has been casted on him.

They've been together for a couple weeks, or at least that's what they say. Komori bet they've already started way back, youth camp.

"So you think, we should give it a go?" Atsumu asks, puppy eyes.

"As crazy as this sounds, yes, Miya Atsumu, I want to date you."

Crazy indeed. To Atsumu, honestly, it's been a bit of a ride, Kiyoomi showing to be a surprisingly touchy and affectionate boyfriend behind his menacing and germaphobic mask (literally and metaphorically) throws everything Atsumu thought he knew about the ace out the window. This is a whole new game he's playing, a relationship, he hasn't gotten a grip at this romance thing and expressing feelings, which is incredibly ironic for the outspoken Miya Atsumu.

Osamu hasn't gotten anything much on his mind except plans for making lunches for Suna. He has been making them once in a while for Suna but he's thinking of adding something new, a sprinkle of surprise for his beloved.

Yea, Suna. For a moment in the start of their relationship they thought how their team would feel about teammates dating each other. There was no specific rule against this (mainly cause no one betted the possibilities) but they expect Kita to say a thing or two about it, if they were to announce it.

Except they probably don't even need to announce anything, they've been so obviously flirty and sweet to each other that everyone in the volleyball team (except Atsumu because he is an idiot and head over heals for Kiyoomi) already had a hint on their relationship (Kita was the first) and would simply turn a blind eye. Sometimes Aran had wished he was as oblivious as Atsumu.

After that, they would go back to their hometown, to their parents during the break. Atsumu can't wait to slack off, he's thinking about beating his last sleep marathon record.

But before all that, they need new pairs of knee pads.

Yes, knee pads, because training has been so intense that they ripped a hole in theirs and they desperately need to buy a new one for upcoming matches. And by intense training, they mean racing around the school like fast and furious on legs. And by ripping a hole, they mean crashing into each other during their pitiful race then rolling down the slopes violently resulting a graze or two and ripped knee pads. It was about time they get a new knee pad anyway.

So the Miya Twins packed up and headed out their dormitory after practice, now standing between the platforms among the ridiculous crowd during working hours. It's a short ride from their area to the main city centre by train.

"We should do during the weekends." Atsumu squeezes his arms in displeasure, his skin bumping into other skins.

"Stop complainin', yer the one who took yer sweet time and now we're stuck durin' peak hours." Osamu shoots back at Atsumu as he endures the crowd.