Falling in love with Miya Atsumu

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As you three got to highschool, you hung out, together.

The boys protected you from any bullies, and they made sure you were always in a good mood, making you their little queen.

It felt strange, but they made you feel special compared to the way everyone else usually treated you.

Having Osamu pull you out of any situation you were uncomfortable with, while Atsumu kicked anyone's ass if they looked at you funny.

The boys who were once shorter than you now towering over as they clung to your shoulders while you walked home together.

You felt, wanted.

Atsumu had grown much more clinger than Osamu, making you constantly think that you wished you hadn't started being his friend if you would've known he was going to be like this.

Big lie by the way.

He was always having his arms wrapped around you, resting his chin on the top of your head now that you fit perfectly beneath him. He was always watching everyone around as he was with you, wanting to make sure you didn't have to go through something like that last time ever again.

He didn't want to see you hurt.

You guys still teased eachother but it was much more playful than before, flicking each other's foreheads, calling eachother dorks.

Osamu thought you two were oblivious, but nonetheless was glad it was his two bestfriends and hoped you'd both figure it out sooner or later.

When the girls Volleyball tryouts came around, they encouraged you to join but your nerves always got the best of you everytime you walked to the gym in the same get-up as the other girls, chickening out and walking away.

Of course Atsumu scolded you for this, "you're so dumb, you're so much better than them and you're not going to try out just because of the dress code?"

Osamu nodded, agreeing silently as he placed a plate of food in front of you while you all stood in the kitchen.

You bowed at his offer, continuing to argue with his brother, "It's just...you wouldn't get it Sumu', I don't look like the other girls." Looking down at your hands.

Atsumu scoffs, "you should be glad you don't look like them, they're all ugly anyways." He crosses his arms.

Osamu snorts and you gasp, "That's not nice!"

He shrugs, "it's the truth..." he looks back at you with softer eyes this time, letting out a sigh, "I know you're scared..but I promise...I will deck a girl straight in the face if she even tries-" you cover his mouth with your hand, his teeth grazing your palm as he laughs into it while you try to stifle your own, "you are not hitting anyone!"

'Incredible' Osamu thinks, shaking his head at the sight of it, "you guys are dumb."

Making you and Atsumu raise a brow at him, and then turn and shrug at eachother.

After missing the first two tryouts, Atsumu forced his way into your house on the last day, waiting for you to change into the girl's practice wear to take you back to the school.

"When you come out, I'm gonna make you feel sooo stupid," he's been shouting to you the whole time, leaning against the outside of your bedroom door, talking nonsense, "I'm gonna drag your ass back to the gym even if it kills me-" he's interrupted at the loss in balance when you open the door, "hey!" As he tries to straighten back up, dusting himself off and acting like he almost didnt just fall, his eyes come in contact with your bare legs, stopping himself from whatever he was doing, taking the time to let his eyes run up your body.