Haikyū!! X Male reader

Miya Atsumu x Male Reader

Little angsty
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"(Y/N)! (Y/N)!" Playing on your Gameboy, you could hear Atsumu yell at you throughout the house. You groaned. The door to your bedroom opened as Atsumu ran in, immediately having a pillow thrown at him. "Knock!" "But ya' know me! I shouldn't have ta' knock!" Picking up another pillow while glaring at Atsumu, he huffed (it was a disguise. He was terrified of your glare, and insane aim accuracy) before walking out and closed the door. A second went by and you heard a knock. Sighing, you told him told him to come in. He opened the door, completely forgetting what he was mad about earlier and asked that god awful question you hated.

"Come play with me!" "No." He pouted, "Ya' always say that!" "I agreed yesterday." You concentrated on catching a caterpie, "C'mon! I'll, uh," he paused, "I'll buy you Pokémon!" You stared at him before sighing. "You're eleven, you can't buy anything." He whined as you went back to your Gameboy, "Please! Please! Please! Please!" God he never quits, you never understood why he didn't get Osamu, he was better (and actually tried) at it than you. "Why can't you get Osamu? He's better than me." He stopped complaining and looked at you before jumping on your bed, shaking you back and forth, "It's not the same! Come on! Pleeaase?" You agreed, just to get him to shut up.
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"(Y/N)!" 'God damnit all.' You thought as you felt the body of your best friend crash into you, "Ye're finally joining?!" You could hear Osamu swearing to kill his brother. "No." You were still blunt as ever, only at the gym so early in the morning because Atsumu forgot his lunch bag at your house. He whined, "But whyyyyy?" Before you could reply Osamu came upon to you two. "Hey, dumbass! Leave 'im alone! We're supposed ta' be practicing!" Gripping the back of Atsumu's shirt and pulling him away from you, Osamu pulled the whining teenager back to the court. You looked at Ojiro and waved, he waved back. You two were barely friends, only knowing each other because of the twins, but he was cool so you didn't care.

You put Atsumu's bag on the bench and left for class, hoping you could catch a nap.
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"(Y/N)?" Your head was on your desk still, "Atsumu I swear to god I'm not playing volleyball with you." You heard a huff, "I'm Osamu, also it's lunch time." You shot out of your seat and looked at the clock, seeing it was indeed lunch. "Fuuuuck." Your teacher was not happy. Walking towards the cafeteria with Osamu, you talked about all the different recipes of Onigiri there was and what your favorite type is. Coming to the cafeteria doors you held it open for Osamu, walking in after him and immediately seeing Atsumu waving at you, Ojiro beside him. Sitting in front of him (with Osamu in front of Ojiro) you opened your bento, eating whatever you made. "Mm, (Y/N), so nice of ya' to make me lunch!"

"Shut the fuck up and don't talk with food in yer mouth." As much as Atsumu complementing your cooking made you happy, seeing him talk with a mouth full would undoubtedly make your appetite go south for the day. "Damn (Y/N), why'd ya' have ta' go and make 'im lunch?" "'Cause I'm nice." You stated, taking a bite of Onigiri, "And so he owes me." "(Y/N)!" Osamu and Ojiro laughed at Atsumu's demise while you just blankly stared at him while eating. "Hey, (Y/N)." "No." "Oh, c'mon! I didn't even say anything!" You glared at him, he looked down at the lunch you had the curtesy to make for him. "But ye're so good! C'mon, Osamu, tell 'im how good he is!"

You looked at him with a 'don't you fucking dare' face, "Atsumu does have a point." He shrugged at the end of his sentence, picking at his food with his chopsticks. You looked at him before looking at Atsumu, then looking down at your bento. "Ojiro's my new best friend." "WHAT!?"
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"(Y/N)!" You were playing on the PlayStation 1 in your living room, "Who the fuck let you in?" Not looking away from whatever you were playing, Atsumu sat down beside you. "Me, of course!" "Atsumu I'm not playing volleyball." This was a weekly occurrence. Atsumu some how gets in your house, he begs for you to play volleyball with him, you say no, he still begs, you get tired and agree. God you hated him and his stamina. "But (Y/N)!" He stretched out your name, "Atsumu, no. I'm busy." He crossed his arms over his chest, annoyed that you, yet again, refused to play with him. "Actually, I have something I want to show you." He perked up before you still didn't agree to play.

Flopping back on the couch, arms still crossed and still acting like a baby, he watched you get up and go to the kitchen. He watched as you open the fridge and took out a beautiful cake. "I'm thinking of going to culinary school, but baking seems more, uh, tasteful?" You set the cake on the table, Atsumu walking up to it. "I wanted your opinion on it." Looking at you, Atsumu couldn't believe how you'd want to go to such a boring school, have such a boring job. "Baking is boring, and it's a lazy job. It's a stupid idea really." "It's not boring, and it's not stupid." You weren't one to get mad often, sure you act mad with the twins (Atsumu) but you were easily the chillest person alive, but Atsumu was really pushing it.

"It really is. There's no fun in standing in a kitchen all day." "Wow, fuck you too, I guess." You crossed your arms, ready to call Osamu to get his brother. "I'm just saying! You should come to volleyball! It's more fun!" "Atsumu for the love of god, I fucking HATE volleyball!" Atsumu stared at you, processing what you said. Hate volleyball? Impossible. No one likes baking more than volleyball! It's just a excuse for being lazy. "But ye're so good! Why don't you just go pro with me instead doing stupid, whatever this is!" He raised his hands, hitting the table out of frustration. The cake fell, getting red, white, and some blue frosting all over the floor. You both stared at it, wide eyed.

"What... what the fuck?" You could feel the tears building up in your eyes. "I spent... so long on that."  "I-I didn't mean too! I just wanted you to play join volleyball and play with me! And-and-" "What about me?! What about what I want? Huh? Do you even care about me?" The tears were falling and Atsumu had tears of his own, "I can't believe I ever liked someone so selfish!" You wiped your tears, "You selfish fucking bastard!" He stood still, before stepping over the smooshed cake and hugged you. You squirmed, "I just thought if ya' joined the team, we would be closer. I thought we could be a team, y'know?" His voiced crack.

He could feel you stop and wrap your arms around him. "I just, I just didn't want ya' to leave me. I want you with me, and it would be hard if we had different jobs." You could feel your shoulder get wet with his tears, "I'm so, so sorry, (Y/N). Please, I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you." You both stayed like that for awhile. Sure, you were still pissed that he smashed your cake, but you really needed this hug. He pulled back kissed the side of your mouth before looking in your eyes, silently asking for permission. You leaned in, kissing him. It was short, but you both could feel the love the other felt. Atsumu put his head on your shoulder, "I'm so sorry, (Y/N). Could you forgive me?" His voice was strained from the crying.

"Only if you accept Osamu is the better twin," He pulled back, looking at you with bewilderment in his eyes. You laughed at your own joke, "I'm just kidding," he relaxed, putting his head on your shoulder again. "Tuggin' at my strings," You both chuckled. "You're cleaning this up, though. And I'm not helping." "That's fair."