𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑 - 𝐦. 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 | 𝟎𝟓

cringe flirting ☹️

<3

you sighed, already regretting your decision. why would you say yes?

you cursed yourself for falling for atsumu's stupid charms. that dumb blonde always got what he wanted.

"you agreed to this," atsumu reminded you, reading the very obvious expression on your face.

"i know, i know," you mumbled, "but it's lame."

atsumu's mouth fell open, "are you insultin' my sport?"

you smiled, seeing this as a way to stall, "yeah, i am actually." he put his hand over his chest, feigning a hurt look. "what are you gonna do, atsumu?"

"oh really, y/n? really?"

"yeah, really"

"i'll tell you what i'm gonna do. i'm gonna make y-"

"this doesn't look like tutoring,"

osamu stepped outside, looking at the two of you, almost a little dejected.

"well, we were kinda done for today."

osamu raised his brows, "really? y/n, you actually got some stuff done?"

you turned to atsumu who was waiting for you to say something.

sure, you'd gotten a few questions done, but it was hard to focus when the twin was just staring you with that same shit-eating grin the whole time.

"yeah," you finally said, "you don't believe me?"

the boy shrugged, "no, fine. i believe you. just surprised is all. you never do shit with me."

"i didt it despite atsumu being there. your brother talks too much. he kept distracting me."

only the last bit was true, and he wasn't even doing it intentionally.

atsumu's head snapped in your direction, "what?! you can't just go around and blaming me! at least acknowledge that you're a bad student too!"

you huffed, "you weren't explaining things correctly."

if you really wanted to you and atsumu could've gone back and forth all day, but osamu quickly gave in.

"alright, alright, i don't want to get caught in the middle of this so i'm leaving."

atsumu watched curiously as he walked back in. then he turned to you.

"was i really talking too much?"

you began laughing lightly, "no, i was only kidding."

atsumu nodded his head, "then was i really distracting you?"

you hesitated. he was distracting you. how could he not? it was miya atsumu.

"yeah, you were." you admitted, making atsumu smile.

"oh really? how so?"

"shut up, atsumu, do you want to pepper or not?"

"okay, okay," he gave in, tossing you the ball.

the two of you peppered for another tiring 30 minutes before you and atsumu decided that you should go in.

(imo peppering is the most exhausting part of volleyball sometimes 😩)

"well, you could go home, or you could stay. my mom can drive you."

"stay? i'm all sticky and sweaty though,"

atsumu shrugged, "so? just chill. we could watcha movie."

you couldn't help the smile pulling at the corner of your lips, "you want me to stay?"

"of course i do."

your chest tightened. while you didn't actually like him, you liked the attention. you couldn't say no.

"okay then, i'll stay."

"i'll turn the fan on. and i'll keep it facing you."

"thank youu,"

you plopped yourself on the couch, grabbing one of the spare blankets the miyas always kept folded under the pillows.

"we'll invite osamu?"

atsumu pulled a face, as he sat with you, "we don't really have to."

you laughed, texting your friend that you were in the living room watching a movie. he curiously stepped out of his room.

"scooch," he told his brother, getting an eye roll from him.

but he slid over, making room for osamu to sit next to you.

"what movie are you guys gonna watch?"

you shrugged, "i don't know, your brother has pretty crappy tastes to be honest.."

atsumu peered over his brother, offended by your comment. "i don't! god, y/n, you're always so mean to me."

you simply leered at him, knowing that he enjoyed your guys' occasional playful fights.

"i don't want to be caught in this either," osamu said, having a small flashback to your guys' earlier 'argument', "so i'll pick."

he grabbed the remote out of atsumu's hands, making him whine.

"this was our idea." he said pointing at you and then him. "one of us should get to pick."

"nah. y/n's right, your tastes in movies are shit."

atsumu furrowed his brows together, slumping in his seat. "both of you are always ganging up on me."

you sighed, stealing the remote from osamu.

"i'll pick."

osamu seemed fine with that idea. you ended up picking a movie you knew that atsumu liked.

he instantly beamed once you clicked on it. osamu began complaining about the dumb decision, insisting you change it, but you'd tuned him out.

you glanced over at atsumu, the stupidest smile you'd ever seen on his face.

<3