Set To The Sky

Chapter 2

Atsumu goes back to eating, feeling a little bit conflicted. He was going to have children with a national icon, but she was a woman he barely knew. His popularity had just hit an all time high, but after watching the young woman in front of him, he knew that this wasn't a publicity stunt. 

In Misaki's head, she couldn't help but wonder about the man in front of her. She knew nothing about him aside from the fact that he was a professional athlete, had a nice place and that blonde was not his natural color. She heaves a sigh, glancing at him. "I'm really sorry. I wouldn't have been against getting to know you, but this was not the way I would have wanted to do it," She apologizes meekly. 

Atsumu raises an eyebrow at her as he chews and swallows his food. "Are ya saying that ya want to get to know me?" He asks, taking a swallow of his wine. Misaki thinks about it for a second and nods. "I think it would be beneficial. Sorry to ruin your birthday, though," She apologizes yet again, feeling awful. 

The blonde setter holds up a hand to stop her. "No, this is my fault. No matter how drunk either of us were, I should have wrapped it and I did not. Actually, if we both had really wanted it, we should have waited until we were both sober," He tells her. Again, Misaki disagrees. "No, I never should have drank as much as I did. We were celebrating our new album that we finished recording. I got too carried away. I had no idea who you were until I saw the news this morning," Misaki admits softly. 

The male across from her nearly chokes on his bite of scampi. "Ya must not keep up with sports then," He huffs, finishing off his plate. Misaki frowns. "There usually isn't enough time for me to watch much tv. On my days off, I usually spend time with my dog," Misaki replies. "Ya have a dog? What kind?" He asks.

Misaki's eyes glow as she pulls up a picture of Yukari on her phone, turning it around to show Atsumu. "Wow, what a beautiful Siberian Husky. They aren't common here," he thinks out loud. Misaki grins. "I actually had her imported from Russia when she was 3 months old. She's a year now," Misaki tells him. 

She tilts her head. "Cost me over 481,698 yen. (4500 USD, 3733.95 euro, 3229.56 pounds sterling) But she was completely worth it," Misaki smiles. Atsumu hums at the thought. At least she didn't completely alone, he thought in relief. Misaki glances at him over her glass of water, grimacing when a bout of nausea rolls over her, the poor woman quickly covering her mouth with her hand.

"Are ya alright? Ya don't look so well," he tells her, offering her a glass of water since hers was now empty. The singer nods, taking a gulp of the cold liquid. "It's just morning sickness. Though it seems that every time I smell food I get sick. Almost as if I am not allowed to eat at all," Misaki sighs. The pretty blonde setter looks at her in complete sympathy. 

"Sorry. Well, since we are done eating, let me grab the check and I'll drop ya off at home," he tells her, handing the waiter his card when he comes back. "Are you sure? I don't want you to waste your time," she sighs, fidgeting with her hands nervously under the table. Atsumu blinks. "I offered so how is that a waste of time? Let me take at least a little responsibility," he frowns at her .

With that, Misaki gratefully bows her head. "Thank you then. Shall we go?" She asks as the waiter brings back his card and the receipt. He stands from his seat, leaning down to offer Misaki a hand up from her seat. "Here," he hums softly, his warm, calloused hand connecting with her soft, smaller one. 

"Thank you," she smiles up at him appreciatively as she takes his hand, clutching her purse as she stands from the seat. "My car is just outside. Are ya sure yer okay?" He asks as another bout of nausea sweeps over her. Misaki takes a steadying breath, nodding her head. "Yeah, it's just a bit of morning sickness. I've been going through it for two weeks now and just thought it was a really persistent flu," Misaki replies.