Good Ideas (Miya Atsumu X G! Reader)

2. Holy Shit!

CHAPTER 2: HOLY SHIT

You feel another lump in your throat, and the sensation of bile rising in your windpipe is too much for you. Running to the bathroom for the second time this morning is clearly nothing new for you, as you've been suffering from nausea for a few days already. You have a general idea of what this could be, so you called Atsumu and asked him to come to your apartment asap.

It's been two months since you last saw each other. Let's just say it was an awkward parting. You remembered waking up groggy, your head pounding from a severe hangover when you felt someone's grip on your hips. You thought you were hooking up with some random dude, only to discover that it was your best friend. Oh, how horrified you were when you accidentally punched him in the face so hard out of surprise that he thought he'd been hit by a volleyball.

"Repeat me after me, 'tsumu." You pointed your fingers at him to get his attention away from his grunts and the pain he felt from your punch.

"Nothing," you started.

"Nothin'," he followed, still rubbing the sore area in his cheek.

"Happened."

"Happened."

"Last night."

"Last night."

You took a big inhale and an exhale, "nothing happened last night. Repeat that!"

He frowned at you as if you were the most ridiculous person on the planet, "we had sex last night. So what? We're both adults y/n." He said as if it was nothing and that made you annoyed for some reason.

"Damn, this girl can punch," he muttered so you can't hear but you still did. That earned him a semi-jab, this time in the stomach. How can he be so composed in this situation?

"Best friends don't hook up, 'tsumu!" You yell in hushed tones as your breathing quickens and your body becomes restless as panic sets in.

This is not what is supposed to happen. You both were coming from failed relationships, and what happened could jeopardize the friendship you've had for 27 years. That is not what you want. You can't afford to lose one of the most important people in your life.

Atsumu has been watching you and has a good idea of what's going on in your head. He also notices your trembling hands and regrets teasing you earlier. He must do something before you go into full-fledged panic mode.

"Hey, y/n. Relax, okay? Calm down. Let's," he paused, licking his dry lips, "let's just put this out of our minds. Okay, as you stated, nothing happened." He wrapped his arms around you, trying to calm your growing panic. It did help because you could feel your breathing settling down after a while. You slipped out of his embrace, but your hand gripped his arms; you just want something to hold onto.

"Nothing happened," you whispered to no one in particular, as if making a promise to the wind.

You tried everything you could to forget it, even the few reminiscences of that night. It was a hazy mess, and you concluded that you were too drunk and high to remember everything. You're starting to forget about it until two weeks ago when you started feeling strange. It all started with cravings. You'd get up in the middle of the night just to eat pickles with mustard... on milk! It was a strange combination that you were sure would make you vomit on any other day, but you ate it as if Gordon Ramsay had created it.