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When the food had arrived you and Atsumu had set everything out on his coffee table that was a small gap away from the couch. Atsumu had also brought out a throw blanket from the opposite end of the couch which had a hidden compartment under it.
Before eating you had both taken showers in your respective bathrooms. You were pleasantly surprised when you stepped out into the hall with Atsumu at the same time from opposite sides of the hall—in scarily similar pajamas. You wouldn't point it out first.
You both had black shirts on and different-colored plaid pajama pants. Yours were red and his were green—the shirts were both black, however, yours was a crewneck with the silhouettes of three ballerinas across the front.
All three represented you, Elora, and Andre. You had got them custom-made two years prior as a Christmas gift. Purchased by you of course.
"Nice shirt," The blond smiles complimenting your shirt. "Thanks," you grin before turning around to show him the back "Custom made," you add pointing to the words on the back.
Atsumu laughs and reads out loud, "Three Musketeers," you turn back around and start heading towards the smell of the food waiting for the two of you. "Hey," The setter starts up again as you enter the living room. "We're kind of matching," he points out.
You glance between both of your outfits and a big smile spreads across your face. "Great minds think alike right?" you joke taking a place next to Atsumu on the couch.
The two of you were so close you were just centimeters away from touching. Instead of acknowledging this though Atsumu started up the movie with a few clicks on his remote and the two of you started to dig into your meals.
The majority of the time you both spent watching the movie—the only conversation in between would be small things like. "Oh I love this part!" or "This food is really good," neither of you could think of anything else. Not for reasons you might think.
It was odd because the two of you felt like teenagers on a first date—though you were long past that now. Sure you were able to talk so easily like it was nothing any other day, but the second it was even a teensy bit intimate. It was harder than usual.
About halfway through the movie the both of you had finished your meals and you had adjusted your seating position. You pulled your legs up onto that couch and laid them over to the side.
Atsumu noticed your change of position and furrowed his brows, "That doesn't seem very comfortable, you can rest on my shoulder if you want," he suggested while nodding his head to his empty shoulder.
