{BLACK CANARY} Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader

yellow rose

chapter twenty one: yellow rose

For the past few days you have been switching between working for Bokuto and Daichi. Though with Bokuto you make more cash quicker, there's less of a risk factor when you say behind casino doors. You don't prefer one job over the other anyways, so you quite enjoy flipping between both.

Occasionally, you see Oikawa as well. He never mentions anything about the deal that the two of you came up with, but you're sure he's not one to forget. Little things that he does remind you that he isn't one to mess with. You hope to god you never get on his bad side. Like this morning, for instance, after a long night of not sleeping, the two of you meet up at a small café not too far from the casino where you're going to meet up with Bokuto. The two of you are standing in line when, god forbid, the barista got the drink mixed up.

"I said six pumps of raspberry, not strawberry or whatever the hell this is. I strongly suggest you fix this," he had insisted.

You sighed, already used to things like this with him, as you sat down to enjoy your beverage. When Oikawa finally did join you, he's got two drinks in his hand. Somehow he was able to convince the barista to make a new one and let him keep the one he insisted upon returning. Or maybe he just paid for both, who knows?

Later that same evening after work, you get ready to depart from Atsumu's house to go see Oikawa once more. Unfortunately for you, the weird tension between Oiakwa and Atsumu has only grown stronger since he first showed up at the door on the evening of Osamu's funeral.

"I'll be back around nine," you wave to Atsumu as you walk to the front.

"Where ya going?" Atsumu asks calmly. You haven't yet explained who you're going to see.

"Oh, Oikawa is picking me up. He got us some reservations for a cooking class. Isn't that awesome?" you say with delight, hoping he'll just go along with it.

"What? No. Who's paying for this? You need to save your money, remember? Or we all die?!" he replies, starting to freak out.

"It's all under control, Atsumu. I've got it covered, okay?" you attempt to reassure him.

"How can you be so calm about this? Are you forgetting how much we need!?" he tells you as he steps closer to you.

"Of course, I remember that. What are you trying to say right now?" you then scoff.

"I'm saying Oikawa is becoming way too much of a distraction! It's like he's purposely not letting you succeed! You're with him morning and night. I've hardly seen you these past few days!"

"He's not a distraction! I've been able to do my work every day since I met him! I've been with Bokuto and Daichi. You can ask them if you don't believe me!"

Besides, you think to yourself, if anyone around here is a distraction for me, it's Atsumu.

"Like hell he isn't!" he goes on to talk purely about Oikawa, "That asshole's up to something!"

"Like what?" you scoff. "Oikawa has been nothing but nice to me this whole time."

"That's exactly my point!" he continues. "It just doesn't make sense!"

"It doesn't make sense for someone other than you to feel empathy? You've got quite some nerve saying that shit when he was your own damn brother! It wouldn't kill you to make friends with someone other than me, you know!"

With that, you storm out of the house. The door slams behind you as you walk away. However, despite the anger filling your brain, you could swear you heard the tiniest voice ring out to you as you leave.

"I don't need anybody else but you."

Too pissed off to take a moment to process what you heard, you stomp right up to your car and drive off angry. Once you arrive at the building of the cooking class, you finally take a deep breath. It's finally time for you to step back and reflect on what just happened with Atsumu.

Oikawa's been nothing but nice to you. He showed up on the day of the funeral because he was concerned. He's even agreed to help you with the whole Kuroko debacle. But, perhaps, you do see where Atsumu is coming from. He's been nothing but good to you either. He's letting you stay at his house, eat his food, sleep in his bed, and you don't even bother with him that much anymore.

Once you calm yourself down you enjoy your time with Oikawa. You learn how to make this fancy kind of dough you've never even heard of before and certainly can't pronounce on your own.

However, once you get back home, you sit in your car for awhile debating whether or not you should go somewhere else for the night. You're sure Aoi or one of your friends would be cool with it.

Nevertheless, you decide to go in. The house is perfectly quiet, so, assuming that Atsumu's not home, you walk to his bedroom. But just as your fingers reach the doorknob, you hear faint noises from inside. The sounds of a woman's voice ring in your ear. You don't know who he's got in there, but it'd be best not to disturb them.

How just like Atsumu, you think to yourself. It's like Osamu told me awhile back. Whenever something's got Atsumu feeling upset, he needs someone to calm him down.

Knowing that it's none of your business, you walk away and end up falling asleep on the couch. Luckily, dreams take over your consciousness quickly, but it seems as though it's gone just as quickly as it arrived. Screaming fills the room and you sit up to see a short, brown-haired girl looking down at you in disgust.

"You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend?! What the fuck is going on? She's okay with it, too?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" she shouts.

"No," Atsumu attempts to reassure her as he pulls a shirt over his head. "No, it's not like that. She's my brother's girlfriend. Not mine!"

"This is a one bedroom house, Tsumu. I'm not stupid! Why would your brother's girlfriend be asleep alone in your house?!" she continues to freak out. "You're fucking sick!"

"Brielle, listen," he says calmly as he steps toward her. "I promise you-"

Atsumu's little attempt at fixing things with his new friend is ruined with a smack right across his left cheek. Brielle practically spits in his face as she curses him out once more before walking proudly out of the house.

Once it's just you and Atsumu left alone, the two of you share awkward eye contact.

"Who's Brielle?" you ask as you lean over the backside of the couch.

Atsumu sighs as he walks around to sit beside you. "I've got no fucking clue. Met her on this dating app today."

"Dating app?" you chuckle. "You, of all people, need a dating app to get girls? No way."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asks seriously.

"Oh, I..." you begin, fumbling over your words. He's not fishing for a compliment, but he obviously knows he's handsome. Was it not obvious? "I just mean that you're usually at the clubs or socializing, right? That's all. I didn't think dating apps were your thing."

Atsumu nods quietly as he looks down at his lap. "Yeah, well, I guess it doesn't really matter. It was a stupid idea anyway... I'm sorry, too."

"About what? It's your house, you can bring people over. I'm sorry for messing it up," you smile nervously, hoping that he'll see through your words and just automatically know what you're feeling.

"About earlier, I mean. You can spend time with whoever you want, like you just said," he quietly responds.

No, no, no. This has gone in the exact opposite direction than you were hoping for. Now what are you going to do?!