sinister (miya atsumu)

6

Atsumu is a dream. He's perfect. That's all there is to it.

It's been about five months since you first got together, and life couldn't be any more perfect. You were hesitant about starting a new relationship in the beginning, since all of your past ones had ended badly, leaving you to think that maybe love just wasn't in the plans for you.

That was before you met Atsumu. He convinced you otherwise.

You don't want to sound sappy or anything, but it's true.

You now live together, not officially of course, but you spend more time at his apartment during the week than your own house. He gave you the spare closet, half the drawers in his bathroom, and everything else that you could possibly want.

He's met your parents; you've met his mother and brother. They've basically taken you in as their own. Everything was easy, nothing like you would expect from introducing someone to your most loved ones.

You've never actually experienced anything like this before. Of course, you were in relationships, like you said, but nothing felt as genuine as this. Nothing felt as easy as things were with Atsumu. It's like you've known him forever.

He knows all about your good sides; how you accidentally snort if he makes you laugh too hard, how you like to sleep in with him on your days off, how you like to blast your favorite songs while cleaning.

He knows all about your bad sides too; how your temper grows without your permission when you're anxious, how you can't seem to keep the tears away when you're overly frustrated, how sometimes you need to be alone.

You remember the first time you had accidentally snapped at Atsumu and how he reacted. That was probably the first time you thought that you wanted to be with him for as long as he would have you.

It was at a special gala for your work. You were supposed to give a speech, but when you got there, you realized that you had left your note cards at home.

It doesn't seem that bad, but you were completely hysterical over it.

"Y/N, it's gonna be okay. I'm sure everyone would love to just hear ya speak about yer job. Ya don't need some fancy speech to win everyone over. Ya have thirty more minutes until ya go on stage, I'm sure ya can come up with somethin'."

You had turned to look at Atsumu over your shoulder with a glare. You were hiding in the bathroom when he walked in to try and talk you into going on stage. His eyes had widened when he saw the look on your face. You had turned back around and closed your eyes, urging yourself not to cry at something as stupid as this.

Atsumu had walked up closer to you to put his hand on your shoulder, but the second he did, you snapped without meaning to.

"Do not touch me right now."

It came out harsher than you meant it, but you were too upset to apologize at the moment. You would later when your heart wasn't trying to beat out of your chest. It was quiet for a second, which wasn't normal. You were preparing for him to yell at you for being a bitch, but he had simply said, "Hey, it's okay. I won't touch ya. I'm gonna go back out to the table, and ya come find me when yer ready to talk."