𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇; 𝗆𝗂𝗒𝖺 𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗎

𝟎𝟒

«𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘.»

It's been an hour since you left your last class, even though you had to talk to the teacher for a while because of a mistake in your last assignment. You were leaving the main building when you felt a pair of arms hug you from behind and by intuition, you knew that it was none other than, Atsumu. You were still hurt by what happened, so you tried to get out of his grip, but he did not allow it.

"For the love of God, Miya, let me go." You muttered, slapping the hands that were still on your waist. You felt Atsumu press his forehead to your back, denying. It was unbelievable how insistent the blonde was, which was infuriating at times.

"Not until we talk." It was funny how his accent came out of nowhere, even though they had been in Tokyo for a year, and he had said about not using it. "Please, I can't stand it when we don't talk. I know it's my fault, though."

A heavy sigh escaped your lips, completely giving up. You knew that if you said no to him, he was going to keep insisting until you gave in. What would you lose by listening to what he has to say?

"Alright, let's talk." You let out another sigh. Atsumu released you and then took your hand and you looked at him a little strange when you noticed that he was leading you to your car. "Why do we come here?"

"Give me your keys, I'll drive and while we'll talk." It was the last thing Atsumu said before helping you get into the passenger seat. He turned the car around, opening the door and getting in. She inserted the keys, turning it on. Then he waited a while for it to warm up, and then be able to drive out of the parking lot.

You were still somewhat confused by the blonde's actions. It was normal that every time you fought with him, Atsumu would take you somewhere to make up for it and talk about it. However, this time the situation was a bit screwed up, as they both still didn't want to say their feelings.

Halfway through, Atsumu decided to turn on the radio, connecting his phone via bluetooth. He took advantage of a red light to choose one of the thousands of his playlists, ended up putting it in random and played a song with a Latin beat, Booker T by Bad Bunny. You had heard of that artist before, but since it is a different language, you didn't understand either. The blonde began to shake his head in time to the beat, making you laugh.

"I don't know what it says, but I like the rhythm." Atsumu commented, still dancing.

"Where are we going, Atsumu? Cut the mystery." You told him, already somewhat desperate. You leaned your head on the glass while you looked at your best friend. The way he drives was sexy to you; left hand on the handle and right hand on the gearshift.

About ten minutes later, Atsumu entered a parking lot where the restaurant's sign read "Sukiyabashi Jiro." He parked the car, turning off the engine.

"Let me help you get off." He begged you, taking his phone, checking that his wallet was in his back pocket. Atsumu got out of the car, closing the door behind him, then walking to your door, opening your door and shaking your hand to help you get out, closing the door. He pressed the button to close all the doors.

"Good afternoon, this afternoon I will be your waiter." He was a boy about the same age as you, quite handsome, you couldn't lie. You and Atsumu made a small bow, taking the cards he offered you both. "Call me when you decide. I hope I don't bother, but you guys make a nice couple."

You wanted to answer him and tell him that he was wrong, but Atsumu went ahead.

"Thank you very much, my girl is very beautiful." You can't hold on, giving him a gentle kick under the table, causing Atsumu to look at you badly. "And we already know what we want. A plate of makis and nigiris. Not forgetting the sauce, obviously." The waiter wrote down everything in his notebook, ending with a bow and leaving.

You looked surprised at the blonde. You were ready to kill him right there. You couldn't believe Atsumu said you both are a couple to a complete stranger. You did not know what to feel at that moment, a part of you jumped with happiness and another was frozen.

"Why did you tell him that?" You whispered, you didn't want everyone to know either.

"Didn't you see how he looked at you? If you told him you're single, he was going to ask for your number. And I must protect you." He replied, shrugging. He had to hide his jealousy behind his "protective best friend" title. "Now let's talk about what we should have."

"I hear you,' Tsumu. "

"I know it is a custom of ours that after my practices, we go to eat something and then spend the day in your apartment. That day I don't know what happened to me, that girl had offered to go to a party and I thought you had plans with Azami already. Before you tell me, I know you had no plans with her. I screwed up, and that is why I apologize." He finished with a little pout.

You looked at it without saying anything. You were immersed in your thoughts. However, the arrival of the waiter with your food interrupted you.

"Here's your food with some bottles of water." The waiter said, placing everything on the table. He bowed again, leaving us alone. You took your sticks, starting to eat and rethinking what to reply to the blonde.

Inside you knew that you would forgive him, because you always did. You could not last long annoyed with him. In the end, they have been best friends since high school and you didn't want to lose their friendship, least of all because of something stupid. You swallowed one piece of sushi, covering your mouth, because you were embarrassed that he saw you doing that.

"I forgive you, but you must do more than just sushi to reward him one hundred percent, Miya." You warned him with a small smile.

"That's why I'll take you to Naruto's park in Hygo. Do you agree?" Atsumy said out of nowhere, patiently waiting for your answer.

"Deal."