kill my mind - m. atsumu

sweetheart

atsumu kept looking up at the crowd of people who were watching throughout the whole game. his eyes scanned through the crowd for one face, one face he couldn't find.

she didn't get to see my raised fist that makes everyone shut up

maybe she would be the one person who didn't shut up but just sneezed loudly, but didn't sneeze because it would bring too much attention to her

maybe she's just too short

"focus will you?" osamu whispered, bending over with his hands on his knees.

"i am focused." he argued and looked back to the other team. they were putting up and good fight and atsumu enjoyed the thrill of it.

"yeah, just pay attention to their freakishly crazy quick attacks." osamu looked over to the other team that had two incredibly annoying first years.

"fine." atsumu's eyes slowly moved back to the audience. suna smacked the back of atsumu's head.

"she's probably behind everyone." kita tried to reassure him, attempting to get atsumu's head into the game.

"yeah probably." atsumu shook his head and returned his attention back to the game.

she'll be here, she always did. even when we hated each other

after a while atsumu had about ninety-eight percent of his attention on the game. but even with that, they still lost.

"well fuck." osamu breathed out and stared at the other team.

"well fuck indeed." atsumu mumbled and walked closer to the net. his mood came crashing down. first, not seeing you there. second, losing. what was supposed to be a good day turned terribly wrong in just the span on an hour.

osamu looked over to his team while atsumu talked to number ten from the other team. then up at the crowd. his eyes searched through the sea of people and tried to pick out you familiar face, but he didn't see you.

"come on." atsumu walked over to the rest of the team and got his stuff, walking out of the court.

atsumu was paying half attention during the speech kita made and then felt bad and started listening. the second kita let them get their bags, atsumu picked out his phone and opened your messages.

delivered

atsumu: where are u

he picked up his bag and walked out of the building and down to the bus. he sat in the back and waited for an answer from you. the rest of the bus ride back home he was quiet and kept checking his phone.

maybe i am the clingy one

osamu had to stop atsumu from running into poles in the streets multiple times until they made it home. "hey mom, i'm gonna go see y/n." he announced after he took a shower and changed into clean clothes.

he was ready to ask you where you were after promising that you would be at his game. he wasn't mad, just upset.

"oh honey, come here." atsumu backed up and looked at his mom. "there was a taxi that came to their house earlier this morning. they haven't been home since judging by their lights are still off"

atsumu tilted his head to the side. "did they leave this morning?" he tried to piece together some pieces and make up a timeline.

"yes, a couple minutes before i did." she answered. his mother worked a nine to five so they left around that time.

"do you know where they went?" he was more frustrated now, trying to figure out where you were if not home or nationals.

"i was guessing nationals, bu-"