Atsumu Miya, known amongst his fans for his killer volleyball skills, charming smile, and charismatic personality, found himself in an unexpected situation. Volleyball practice was canceled for that day, meaning he had more free time. Although he would have preferred spending his time practicing the skill he prioritized most, the people around him convinced him enough to do otherwise for that day. As he walks through the bustling hallways of Inarizaki High School, he was approached by several student groups wanting to invite him out for the afternoon once school was over. It was somewhat overwhelming, even for Atsumu. Sure, he gets why he's so popular, but even for this all this attention feels like a stretch. Don't these students have better things to do with their free time?
On the other hand, this attention only reinforced the fact that his skill is what got him to this current position. It may have annoyed him from time to time, but it sure as hell boosted his ego if even a little bit. He was one of the most popular and sought-after second-year students in the school. Despite the many unneeded attention he receiving, their was one that got his eye immediately.
It was from Aran Ojiro, his ace and dependable third year boyfriend. Outside of the members of the team, their relationship by that point was not made "public" just yet. That is to soon change eventually, of course. For now, they're just deciding to take things one step at a time. Aran was known for his calm and composed demeanor, a prominent contrast to Atsumu's boisterous nature. They have known each other since elementary years and have yet leave each other's side, although Aran has jokingly questioned (many times) why he hasn't done so already. They're your typical "childhood friends to lovers" pair.
Aran sends a text to Atsumu around the time first period ends.
Aran: Hey, Tsumu. Looks like I caught a cold. Luckily it was on a cancelled practice day.
Anyway don't go looking for me cause I'm home today.A small frown replaces Atsumu's otherwise relaxed expression as he immediately types out a response.
Atsumu: Dude seriously? Ya shoulda told me sooner! Im passing by after school and there's nothing ya can do about it.
Aran: C'mon, don't be that way. It's just a small cold, nothin for you to worry about. I woulda went to school today had it not been for my ma.
Atsumu: Not hearin' it. I'll be at ya house right after school whether ya like it or not. Now take care. Love ya.
Aran: Whatever ya say Tsumu. Love ya more.
Atsumu's fingers linger on the screen, his face breaking into a small smile. Atsumu's always had a big heart, even though it has always been hidden by his determination to succeed or his high expectations for his friends and teammates. However, ever since he started dating Aran, his priorities had shifted. Don't get him wrong, his passion for volleyball is sill there, and he acts accordingly to it. However, Aran's unspoken strength and unwavering support have also captured his heart in a way he could never have anticipated. Although their differences, since forever they have been in support of one another. None of them though could have predicted their shared interest in volleyball and their connection would have changed their views of each other into a more romantic aspect. They're in love and definitely did not see that coming.
As the school day comes to an end, Atsumu has to unfortunately decline the team's invitation to go out for the evening. He hates having to decline an opportunity to eat out with his friends, but he has a promise to fulfill. His friends were saddened but knew immediately what the reason was.
"Don't overdo it now. He's still sick y'know." Osamu says, blatantly taunting his twin brother.
Atsumu only grumbles back as he rolls his eyes. "The hell d'ya mean by that?! I'm obviously only visiting him dumbass."
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