𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 !

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monday 12:22
📍inarizaki high school

Y/N SITS ON THE FLOOR OF THE GYM by the wall, eating a snack while suna, osamu, and atsumu practice volleyball. it's their typical hang out spot during lunch time, as the fan girls aren't around so they're not all over the twins, bothering them when they just want to spend time with their friends.

"y/n! come play!" atsumu beckons his best friend over. "2 on 2!"

y/n looks at him incredulously. "tsumu you know i suck, i'll just weigh down whoever's team i'm on!"

he laughs, walking over to her and grabbing her arm, pulling her up. "oh, come on. you can be on my team! then they won't have a setter!"

"tsumu-"

"y/n's playingggg!" atsumu smiles, walking over to osamu and suna.

on opposite sides of the net, suna and osamu serve to atsumu and y/n.

atsumu receives the ball, and y/n underhand sets it so he can hit it. the only thing she's relatively good at is passing, so she does anything she can to make sure she doesn't have to do any of the other stuff. atsumu spikes the ball down to a spot where osamu and suna can't get it, and it's y/n and atsumu's point.

after a couple of points and rotations, it's y/n's turn to serve.

"y/n, your serve!" atsumu says, tossing her the ball.

she blushes. "umm, no it's not," she throws the ball back at atsumu.

"but... i just served two points ago! it is!"

"no-"

"yes!"

"tsumu i don't want to!"

osamu and suna watch the two amusedly, giving each other a knowing look that just says 'can they just get together already?'

"y/n-"

"i don't wanna embarrass myself when i miss," she frowns.

"what? it's only us here, n/n we don't judge!"

"can you just serve for me, shithead?"

"you know what? i'll help you."

atsumu walks over to the end line, pushing y/n in front of him. he sets the ball down by his feet, grabbing both of y/n's arms from behind her. surprised, she blushes.

"tsumu? what are you-"

"so, you just have to go like this-" he moves her arms in a serving motion, pretending to toss the ball and hit it with her arms.

"make sure your hand is flat and strong, no weak and floppy wrists and follow through. your toss should drop right in front of your (right/left dominant side) foot. got that?"

y/n nods sheepishly. "um, okay i'll try i guess."

she's served before, but she doesn't usually make it over the net. she does everything atsumu tells her to, tossing the ball up and hitting it as hard as she can.

the ball just barely lobs over the net, landing in front of the ten foot line on osamu and suna's side.

atsumu turns back to y/n, a wide grin on his face.
"HOLY SHIT YOU DID IT!" in a fit of excitement, he runs over to y/n who's standing awkwardly, and picks her up, spinning her around in a bear hug.

"it sucked," she coughs out, squished by her best friend.

"you made it over though!"

osamu checks the caged clock on the wall of the gym, his eyes widening. "shit," he curses. "hey!" he calls over to y/n and atsumu from across the court. they turn to look at him.

"rintarou and i were supposed to be at the library to meet our history project partners ten minutes ago. we gotta go, see you guys later!" he says, and suna and osamu grab their bags and leave in a hurry.

"bye! love you guys, see you later!" y/n yells. they both respond with a hasty 'love you too!' before they disappear.

"heyyyyy," atsumu pouts, "why don't you ever tell me you love me when i leave?"

because i mean it in a different way for you than how i mean it for them, she thinks.

"umm..." she awkwardly pauses to come up with an answer but doesn't find one. "you're so corny tsumu."

"hey! y/n i'm getting jealous of them 'cause they're getting more love from you than me! i'm your number one best friend!" he pouts again.

best friend. right.

y/n comes up with a genius response. "but you already know i do, i don't even need to say it!"

in reality, atsumu just wants to hear the words come from her mouth. just to hear what it would sound like, even if he thinks she's saying it in a platonic way.

"plllleeeeeaaasseeeee y/nnnnnnn?" atsumu begs.

she chuckles, hearing the bell for class ring. she walks over to the wall to grab their bags, slinging hers over her shoulder and handing atsumu's to him.

"tsumu, why-"

"PPPLLLEEEEEAASSEEEEE?"

the short walk to class is filled with desperate begs from atsumu and constant denials from y/n. but atsumu is persistent, he won't stop until he gets what he wants. even if they're standing outside of his classroom and they have to leave each other now, he'll pester her as soon as he gets to her house after practice until he can hear her say those three words that would make him feel so much yet so empty.

"okay. have fun in class tsumu. i'll see you later..." y/n pauses, her heart racing as she builds up the courage to say what he's been begging her to say for the past 20 minutes. "i love you."

oh god, maybe adding the 'i' was too much. i hope it didn't sound like i'm confessing my feelings to him-

atsumu's heart skips a beat as he plays her voice on repeat in his head. 'i love you.'

he grins, not a smug 'i told you so' smile like the one that y/n was expecting. a truly ecstatic, beaming smile.

"i love you, too, y/n."

and while they said it in a platonic context and took the other's words that way, they both buried their true feelings in their words as a desperate attempt to remove some of that burden, of the guilt that's brewing over loving and longing for no other than their best friend.

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