xoxo . miya atsumu

red roses; i love you

THIS WASN'T THE FIRST TIME YOU'VE WATCHED ONE of atsumu's games. you were excited to watch him play again, to say the least. you've always loved watching him play and seeing him smile through each set he sends over. it was thrilling.

however, you were pretty nervous about the possibilities of atsumu's final confession.

if he decided to do it publicly, you might just faint. it would be quite bold, but atsumu is pretty bold, so there's one possibility. maybe he'd pull you aside and just shove everything into your hands and run away? or maybe he prepared a huge bouquet with snacks? or just the regular bouquet and sweet note?

you were nervous, but the excitement of him finally confessing in person overpowers the nerves in your veins. you were excited to show your appreciation for him back.

your eyes scanned the bleachers, searching for a place to sit until you spotted osamu, who waved you over with a smile. you returned his smile and made your way through the crowd of people.

"hey!" you said, waving as you sat yourself beside him.

"hi, y/n." osamu says, giving you a closed eyed smile, "ya excited to meet yer secret admirer?"

you rolled your eyes, "samu, i think we both know who it is," you say, huffing out a laugh.

before osamu could reply, you jolted in suprise when akaashi suddenly poked his head out from the opposite side of osamu, "you got a secret admirer, l/n?"

"akaashi! i didn't even see you there? oh my gosh?" you gasped, leaning over to see him properly.

akaashi laughed, fixing his posture, "sorry, i was in my head for a bit and didn't notice your arrival."

"that actually made my heart jump, akaashi." you grumbled.

the two of them shared a laugh.

as akaashi and osamu engaged in light conversation—likely regarding your "secret admirer" since akaashi was surprisingly curious—you turned back to face the court, where atsumu was standing and warming up with bokuto.

atsumu turned towards the crowd, hoping that his eyes would meet yours. he somehow was able to pick you out from the hundreds of people sitting in the stands. his eyes lit up as they landed on yours and he waved at you enthusiastically.

you stifled a laugh at his childish excitement and waved back. it felt nice to know that he was searching for you, the look on his face when he finally found you gave you butterflies in your stomach.

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IT WAS THRILLING TO WATCH and support someone from the sidelines. you couldn't help but cheer for atsumu and the other boys on his team at each cool set and spike. even osamu cheered here and there, making slight snide comments about atsumu's plays and "home runs."

osamu and akaashi joined you to wait for atsumu, but you started to grow slightly nervous. you fiddled with your shirt, patting down any wrinkles. osamu chuckled, putting his hand on your shoulder, "ya gotta calm down, you already know yer feelings are reciprocated, why so nervous?"

you shot him a glare, "i am not!"

"are too."

"am not!"

"are too."

"yer just as much as a prick as your brother, 'samu!" you huffed, walking away from him and towards the boys who started heading out. osamu rolled his eyes with a smile.

you looked around but atsumu was no where in sight. you frowned, anxiety picking at your thoughts. what if he backed out? what if it wasn't him and you got your hopes up? well—maybe not—it was too obvious that it was atsumu, but what if he changed his mind?