sinister (miya atsumu)

5

Atsumu's P.O.V.

Atsumu walks into his apartment and sighs. He hadn't meant to stay at Y/N's place for so long, but he couldn't help it, she needed him.

Of course, Atsumu always thinks that Y/N needs him, causing him to stay longer than one would find acceptable. She never asks him to stay longer or later, of course not. That would make her seem more vulnerable than she would like to let on.

But he knows. He would never force her to admit that she needs him to make her feel safe, so he takes it upon himself to overstay his welcome. She never objects, and even though she tries to hide it, Atsumu can always see the look of relief that takes over her face when he says that he wants to watch one more episode, or wants to stay in bed just ten more minutes before he heads off to work.

However, this time, he didn't have to interpret her pouting as a request to stay longer. This time, she flat out asked him to.

It had never happened before, and frankly, Atsumu was surprised. He knows she doesn't like to ask for help, or let on that she needs it, but this time she ignored her pride and asked him to stay with her for just a bit longer.

He had no objections whatsoever. Yeah, it would make him late for work, which was annoying, but what did he care?

The runts could wait a little longer for their coach to show up, it's not like it would be the end of the world.

What would be the end of the world is if Atsumu wasn't there to take care of Y/N when she was so clearly upset over something that was barely there to begin with.

Atsumu shoves on a fresh pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He looks at himself in the mirror, taking time to fix his appearance before he leaves. He took a shower over at Y/N's place this morning, but he didn't have the opportunity to fix his hair.

He looks at his watch. Shit, he doesn't have time to fix it now either. The team was expecting him to show up five minutes ago. He's surprised that no one has called him complaining yet. He's never late.

He huffs as he searches for one of the few hats he owns, throwing it on as soon as he finds it.

He exits his room and locks the door behind him, jiggling it for a moment to make sure that no one could get in if they tried.

Call him paranoid, Osamu does, but he doesn't like the idea of people being able to go through his shit, even if it's not plausible.

He looks around his apartment, searching for his gym bag, before he finds it sitting down on the kitchen counter. Before he goes over to grab it, he tests the other three rooms in his apartment, making sure that they're all locked to perfection too.

He usually wouldn't go through this, especially when he's late as fuck, but he's been on edge all morning. Realistically, there's no one that could get into his apartment besides the very few people that are allowed to without him. Well, not people. Person.

Omi is the only other person who has a key to his apartment, including all the rooms. He's not allowed to know that, though. He thinks Osamu has one too.

Osamu would have one, but if he found out what Atsumu really does in his free time, he'd never be able to live it down.

He triple checks the lock on the door that matters the most. Once he deems it acceptable, he sighs and checks his watch, now ten minutes late.

He walks quickly to the kitchen counter to grab his bag, eyes looking over his apartment to locate his shoes.

He digs one out from halfway under the couch and begins to put it on haphazardly, holding onto the back of the couch to stay balanced.