𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇; 𝗆𝗂𝗒𝖺 𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗎

𝟎𝟑

«𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒.»

Atsumu's POV

A couple of days had passed, to be precise it has been five days, since I did that bullshit. I would not know if (Y/N) was jealous or just angry because I was going with someone else and not with her, as we have used to.

Seeing her with tears threatening to come out of her beautiful eyes broke my heart. I felt the worst shit in the world, because I like her more than she could imagine; however, it is difficult to have to pretend that I don't like her. I feel like I am being double-sided, by showing myself in a way in cards and in person, to be the way I always am. Although that does not mean that I am faking something that I am not in those letters, because that is a part of me that I have never brought to light and it is incredible how my best friend is the cause of my purest feelings towards her. I've seen her crumble, get up, and laugh. I have been in the worst and good moments of her, just as she has been for me.

Now he was in the gym bleachers. It's a pretty boring Monday, but there was no practice, since the coach had an emergency and he wasn't going to leave practice in charge of any of us; although the only reliable one would be Omi-Omi. I was so deep in thought, until someone threw a ball at my head, eliciting a grunt from me. I was willing to fight whoever it was, but I decided to calm down.

"Earth calling Atsumu." My brother said, sitting down next to me. I looked at him somewhat strange, because he is never to come and much less without his girlfriend. "Before you ask, my teacher didn't come and Azami is in class. I had no choice but to come here. Besides, are you still sore from my beating yesterday as soon as we got to the apartment?"

There are times I want to kill my brother. Always wanting to humiliate myself in front of everyone. But yeah, last night when we barely got to the apartment we shared with Sakusa, he started yelling at me about how stupid I am and a thousand other things. We both ended up so angry, we threw down a couple of fists until Sakusa had to break us apart and reprimand us both.

"Fuck off, 'Samu." I rolled my eyes, ignoring my twin brother.

"Enough both of you." Sakusa stormed into the gym, her face in utter annoyance. He stood in front of us, looking quite serious at them. "Will you tell me the reason for your fight last night?"

Just as I was about to reply, I was interrupted by Bokuto's loud greeting, followed by Hinata. I waited for them to arrive at our place. I didn't want to put them aside either.

"Why so serious? What did we miss again?" Hinata spoke, looking carefully at each one, which made me laugh.

"Well these two fought again, and I want to know why." Kyoomi replied, shoving his hands into his pockets —still with a gym bag hanging from his shoulder. "I don't know why they are always surprised when someone tells them that the Miya fought. It is quite common, more surprising to know that with their almost twenty years they are still immature." He spoke again, as Hinata and Bokuto were speechless, as if that news was new.

At this time it was more likely that Osamu and I fight, that the end of the world occurs.

"Well, do you remember that Atsumu was about to go with a random girl who knows where after practice? All because he thought that way would make (Y/N) jealous, which kinda worked because Azami told me that she wanted to take Atsumu to their special place." Osamu explained, his tone was quite hoarse, which made me shrug my shoulders. Osamu knew that Atsumu and (Y/N) have feelings to each other since high school, but he wouldn't say anything. "So Atsumu just made her go sad and angry because she thought Atsumu replaced her with a stranger."

When we finished speaking, we saw how Sakusa was as usual, without expression on her face. While Hinata and Bokuto were kinda disappointed.

"Atsumu-san, you don't do that to a girl." Hinata muttered, making a funny face.

"But I already apologized!" I whined, pouting.

"What? An apology per message doesn't fix anything." Osamu scolded me, I just stuck my tongue out at him. "Damn child." He murmured softly, but not enough not to hear him.

How annoying.

"So what do you suggest I do?" My despair was evident in my voice. I tugged on some of my hair, practically screaming for help. The only times I had to seriously apologize to her is because I insulted some of her many husbands from anime, which almost strangles me those days.

"Take her to a place that you know, she likes very much. If I remember correctly I overheard her talking to Azami about going to Naruto's theme park. You should take her as it is you both favorite anime." Osamu spoke again. They all hummed, totally agreeing with him.

Now that I thought about it, it was a good idea. Thinking about it only brought back memories of every Halloween we've spent together. The first time, I cosplayed Naruto and she cosplayed Hinata. The next one, which was when she and Suna were together, we all got together to cosplay the Akatsuki.

"Well, I'll talk to her as soon as I finish my classes because I know she has classes." I got up from my seat, grabbing my backpack to hang it on my shoulder ready to go to my class.

However, just as I was leaving the gym, Bokuto's voice stopped me. It seemed totally strange to me.

"Do you really like (Y/N), Atsumu?" His question sounded very rhetorical, which was weirder.

"I like her more than you might imagine, Bokuto-san. I swear. There is no reason why I am the one who is leaving letters in her locker every day." I replied, a small smile playing on my lips.

I waited for some response from the monochrome haired boy, receiving a hum as he tapped my shoulder.

"Then keep it up, because I can assure you that she likes you too. It's pretty obvious, but take it easy." He advised me before running back to the gym.

Maybe Bokuto was right. Or maybe not.