Request? No.
Real story? Mhm.
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Miya sat, entranced by the phone laud on the bed beside him. A small elipse with the three dots in it jumping around mesmerizing him.
He was waiting for his friend's next message to come through.
When the grey bubble finally appeared on his screen, he groaned at the words it contained.
"Gtg bub, yk its my bedtime:("
Yeah, him and y/n were in different time zones, so what.
Their friendship was still strong over a big ol body of water. See, Miya lived in Japan, Hyogo specifically. While Y/N was a resident of the states. They only knew each other through a screen, existing in the same calls and facetimes together.
Atsumu found Y/N to be fascinating. He was like something Atsumu couldn't have, a precious gem if you would. Pretty to look at but not to touch.
Unlucky for the blond boy, his feelings had been maturing for the last few months. Especially egged on when Y/N made comments about coming to Japan to see him and getting married and such.
But that was all a joke, yeah?
Yeah Y/N's ass.
Boy was dead serious but Tsumu didnt know that, hm?
Y/N on the other hand, was giggly and all over the place. He was the conversation starter and the group therapist who never got paid enough to listen. (He never got paid at all in fact)
Osamu, Suna, Kita, Ojiro...
Everyone could see Atsumu was in a better mood.
He didn't try to fight Osamu as much, he was never irked as badly by fans and he was hyped as ever for their next game.
All because of one boy he met through his computer.
Part 2? :3
Ill explain in the last part the story basis, if there is one
