𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑 - 𝐦. 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 | 𝟏𝟗

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i like a weirdo !!

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you groan, throwing your notebook across the room. the pages bend as they hit the wall and slide down. the next thing that hits the wall is two halves of a wooden pencil.

you let out another groan, this time into your pillow. you lay in your bed, defeated.

you hated math.

and your homework was due this monday - monday, as in tomorrow.

you glance at your phone, an idea popping into your head. you hesitate for a second before reaching for it and dialing atsumu's number.

you inhale deeply, trying to calm down.

after a few rings atsumu finally answers.

"hello?"

"hey," you mutter.

a silence follows. there's something off and atsumu knows it.

"it's always nice hearing your voice, y/n." he flirts, but you're in no mood. admittedly, it made you smile a little - just a little though.

"yeah," you ignore him, "so are you busy right now?"

atsumu was drenched. small beads of sweat rolled down his forehead while he thought about how to answer the question.

he was currently at school, getting in extra practice. his coach had permitted him to practice more in the gym if he promised to clean up after himself and remember to lock the doors when he was done.

but that's not what he says.

"no, i'm not busy. what's up?"

you sigh, "i need help.. with homework. it's driving me crazy, atsumu."

"what are you working on right now?" he asks, taking this time to take a small breather. he walked over to the bench taking a sip of water, his phone still pressed to his ear. 

"probabilities or some shit."

there's crack in your voice- as if you're on the verge of tears.

atsumu lets out a small breath. it's hard for him to explain things when he can't see them on paper, "okay, no need to get all worked up over some silly math problem."

"it's not silly.." you mumbled.

"just give me a few minutes, 'kay?"

"'kay." you say quietly before he hangs up.

20 minutes later there's a knock at the door. your mom looks up from the sink, wiping her hands on a rag before quickly making her way over.

"atsumu! what are you doing here, dear?"

you perk up at the sound of his name.

atsumu? what was he doing here? you thought he was just busy and would help you later, not that he would arrive at the doorstep of your house.

you weren't prepared for company! your hair was held by a claw clip, you were still in pyjamas, and you were wearing the sweater atsumu had given you a bit ago.

you stand up, heading over to the living room. there you see atsumu standing in the doorway, hugging your mom.

your mom steps aside, letting him in and closing the door. you walk up to him. a lopsided smile rests on your lips, "what are you doing here?"

"you said you needed help." he said simply, returning your smile.

"you didn't have to come over though."