Atsumu x reader oneshots

Caring for you when you're sick

♡She/her pronouns

♡word count: 2800

♡Longterm relationship between pro volleyball player Atsumu and Author (Y/N).

♡Summary:
The deadline for (Y/N)s new book had been coming closer and closer making her stressed and causing her to get sick.
Atsumu takes care of her and comforts (Y/N) when she worries about the upcoming deadline and the book. 

You groaned as you stared at the white screen, the title of 'chapter 30' being the only thing on there. The thick black words stared into your soul and you almost felt like they were mocking you for not being able to come up with a fitting ending to the story you had been working on for months now.
You head collided with the wooden table you were sitting at, tears of frustration stinging in your eyes while you just felt useless and not worthy of even being called an author.
Silence enveloped you as you just sat in your small office, bookshelves and plants surrounding you. The room was supposed to feel like a safe and inspiring place, but at the moment it all just felt suffocating.

The fact that your boyfriend, Atsumu Miya had been barely home the last few weeks didn't help with your situation either. The new v league season was just around the corner, forcing Atsumu and his team to have late and early practices to prepare themselves, causing you to almost never see him and having to do everything around the house while also simultaneously having to finish your book.

Once again you lifted up your head, your gaze facing those black words and the big white space underneath them.
You knew that forcing yourself to go on like this wouldn't get you anywhere, you didn't know what to write and were lacking inspiration.
Sitting infront if the computer for hours wouldn't change the fact that you just couldn't come up with anything at the moment and you should be spending this time doing something useful.
But the pressure you felt to finish these last chapters before the deadline made you stay in your chair and kept you staring at that dang screen.

After hours of trying to at least write something down but always deleting whatever you came up with you finally gave up, shutting your computer and leaving your office to make yourself something for dinner.
Atsumu had told you he would stay late for practice today and that you didn't have enough wait for him to come home, so you got a cup of instant Ramen out of the pantry and ate it while watching some trash TV show.

When Atsumu came home from training you were already fast asleep, lying on your shared bed.
He smiled softly at your cute face, reajusting the blanket so you wouldn't freeze.
He lied down next to you after he was done showering and putting on some new clothes.
Atsumu wrapped his arms around your waist, holding onto tightly while burying his face in your hair, inhaling your smell that resembled home to him.

When you woke up the next day the space on the bed next to you was empty but still warm, you got out of bed, whimpering at how sore your body felt. For some reason every move, even the slightest, hurt.
Your head was throbbing and the moment you had gotten onto your feet you felt dizzy.

You slowly walked into the living room that had an open kitchen, being greeted by the sweet smell of whatever Atsumu was cooking for breakfast.
The bright lights only made your head hurt more, causing you to have to hold onto the dining table to keep yourself from falling over.

"Mornin' babe!"
Atsumu greeted. His back was turned towards you and he was cooking something in a pan, your pink apron wrapped around his waist, tied with a neat bow.

"Mornin..."
You replied, sitting down on one of the chairs infront of the kitchen island. 

Atsumu turned around, his lips forming a bright smile, but he immidietly stopped in his tracks, his lips turning into a frown upon seeing the state you were in.
He quickly sat down the pan on the stove that he had turned off and rushed to your side, taking your hand in his.