A reason for his smile[Atsuhina]

Chapter 7: Huh?!

[Two Years Later]

Beep Beep Beep

"Agh." Atsumu lifted his head and saw a moist spot on his pillow. "Ugh."

He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

He looked at his clock then registered his alarm was ringing. After blinking a couple of times, he pressed snooze.

Rubbing the drool off his face, Atsumu half expected to hear Osamu and Suna making breakfast and talking in his kitchen. After high school he'd moved into a small place near his college that was quite a ways from his home town. 

The day that Atsumu was packing his car getting ready to leave, Osamu walked into his room.

Atsumu was picking up a box when Osamu asked, "Hey Tsumu, how are ya doing?"

Osamu picked up a box and walked with him.

"Well, as well as I can." Atsumu grunted as readjusted the box and waited for Osamu to catch up.

"Ya haven't been sleeping bro, and yer not eating very much." They reached the car and Osamu waited for his brother to place the boxes inside of the car.

"Haha, yeah yer right. I'm not really sad or anything like that though, so don't worry. I'm kinda just, meh." Atsumu laughed softly. He took the box full of clothes Osamu was holding and placed it inside the car.

Osamu put his hand on his brother's shoulder. "Ya know, as mean as I can be with you, I care about ya a lot. And I can't be having someone that looks like me running around looking like they don't know what sleep is." Atsumu snorted.

They walked back inside to get more boxes, and Osamu told him, "By the way Suna and I are going to show up unannounced a lot, to make sure yer taking care of yerself." He smiled.

"Can't be having any of my 10 fingers weak, so I'll definitely try harder." Atsumu chuckled. "By the way, how's it going with Suna? Ya'll planning the wedding yet?" he joked.

"Shut up 'Tsumu," he pushed Atsumu over as he was picking up a box.

"AHHH" He yelled while he fell, then was engulfed by the pillows in the box.

He got out and said, "'Samu THAT'S MEAN. I'm telling Suna." He stuck out his tongue.

"C'mon, at least ya didn't fall into a box with anything pointy." Osamu blew a raspberry.

Atsumu had rolled his eyes and laughed.

Closing  his eyes slowly, he realized he'd been swept into a memory.

He lay back down under the sun, letting the warm rays warm his face. It had a been a while since he'd lost control of his train of thought. He thought about how nice it was to have translucent curtains. How refreshing they made his room feel.

He rolled over and tried to reach his phone to check the time. He didn't want to get up so he wiggled over and grabbed it.

7:34 a.m.

As he got up and stretched, he remembered how late he used to get up. He grabbed his pillow, pulled off the pillowcase, and walked over to his hamper. How he used to stay up trying to ignore his self-deprecating thoughts. He dragged himself and the hamper out of the room and put his clothes in the wash. How long it took Atsumu to heal his mind and heart. He felt weird having his life together. Being stable in almost every way possible. He walked to his kitchen and poured a glass of orange juice. 

As he sipped the juice, he thought about his schedule for the day, boring class, boring class, eating with his school friends during lunch, boring class, boring class, and then volleyball. Thanks to Suna and Osamu checking up on him every couple of days after finally giving up on a hopeless situation, Atsumu had been forced to take better care of himself. He got changed into some grey sweats and slipped on some olive green shoes. After brushing his teeth, eating toast, and combing his hair he was ready for the day. His hair had grown out a bit, but Atsumu liked it.

He grabbed the bag he'd set out the night before, with all his school materials and volleyball apparel, and he realized how normal the day felt. It was the first day of his second year in college, yet it didn't feel like much. He opened the door and breathed in the fresh air. He walked down the stairs and jumped when he was ¾ of the way down. It sure feels good to be okay, he smiled.

[After School: Atsumu's POV]

About to turn the corner to walk into the locker room, I heard someone crying. I wasn't late for practice, so I stopped then, curiosity got the best of me. I stayed there eavesdropping and heard the crying person stutter, "I- okay," then a sound of a phone hanging up. I peeked around the corner to see a fluffy orange-haired boy facing away from me. It took me a second to realize.

HINATA?

Authors note:

Damn I wish I had my life together. Guys this frenzy crush thing that happened to atsumu in this story legit happened to me in 2019. they suck ass. Anyways I hope you liked this chapter:) ALSO I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS HAS 1.3K VIEWS. LIKE WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT. I love yall sm<3 Btw im an artist, and was wondering if you guys might wanna see what i envision for atsumu's style and like his hair lol, or anything else in this story. I love your guys' input and comments. I'll try to have another chapter out by the end of this week:))

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