𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑 - 𝐦. 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 | 𝟏𝟗

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i like a weirdo !!

<3

you groaned, throwing your notebook across the room. the pages bent as they hit the wall and slid down. the next thing that hit the wall was two halves of your wooden pencil.

you stared, watching as the items laid on the floor. then, you let out another groan, this time into your pillow.

you hated math. and your homework was due this monday—as in tomorrow.

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

you inhaled deeply, trying to calm down.

after a few rings atsumu finally answered.

"hello?"

"hey," you muttered.

a silence followed. there was something off and atsumu knew it.

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

"yeah." you ignored 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.

so yes, he was busy.

but he didn't say that.

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

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

"what are you working on right now?" he asked, 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 let out a small breath. it was hard for him to explain things when he couldn'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 mumbled before he hung up.

20 minutes later you heard a knock at the door. your mom looked up from the sink, wiping her hands on a dry rag before quickly making her way over.

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

you perked 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 stood up, heading over to the living room, and there you see him. atsumu standing in the doorway, hugging your mom like it was one of the most normal things in the world.

your mom stepped aside, letting him in and closing the door. you carefully walked up to him. "what are you doing here?" you asked carefully.

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