𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚. - 𝐡𝐪 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬.

→atsumu miya - let her go← [old]

notes: bit of an au, atsumu and y/n are both older in this one shot. [post time-skip] i imagine they'll be in their twenties. atsumu is a professional volleyball player at this point. sorry for the trash writing, it was late and it just sort of happened? ye- [old, also written in 2020]

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"Kiss me," She practically begged, her fingers were cold against his skin as she cupped his face in her hands. He watched as the tears rolled down her plump rosy cheeks.

"Atsumu, kiss me." She said again, pressing her forehead against his own. He squeezed his eyes shut, not having enough strength to watch her break before him.

"Don't do this. Please... Don't leave like this." Her voice cracked and the Miya twin flinched, inhaling shakily.

"I'm sorry," He whimpered, lifting his hands up to gently grasp her wrists. Atsumu slowly pulled her hands away from his face.

Opening his eyes once again, he forced himself to look down at her. "I'm sorry, Y/n. But I have to do this. And I don't think - I don't think I'll be able to leave if we.." He swallowed thickly, trailing off and not being able to finish his sentence. Silently hoping she would just understand where he was going with this. He didn't want to hurt her, but it had to be done.

Her face twisted into a look of pain as she ripped her wrists from his grasp. "Don't. You don't get to do that. You don't get to use and dump me, only to feel sorry for yourself! I have supported you and your career, I never made you once choose it over me! I went to all your games, even the practice ones! I was there for you whenever you needed me. And you -" A small sob slipped past her lips. Y/n shook her head, forcing herself to look down at her feet.

"You used me. You're leaving me here, while you go off to be a champion. What was I to you? Was I nothing? Does our relationship mean nothing to you?" Y/n reaches up and began to wipe at her tears roughly. Almost as if they burned her.

"No. No you know that I loved you-"

"Loved? Past tense. Nice. Real lovely of you." She yanked a hand through her hair, chucking bitterly.

"I didn't - Y/n please try to understand." Atsumu sighed, taking a step towards her. She took a step back in return.

"Understand what exactly, Atsumu? Please explain this to me, because I'm having a real hard time understanding your stupid and cowardly actions." Her tone was venomous and tongue sharp. She wasn't playing around anymore.

"Volleyball has always been my life. My number one goal. You came into my life unexpectedly, and it was great. For a long while I was happy to be with you. But then you became a distraction. You were turning into my number one. And I couldn't.. I can't let that happen, Y/n. I promised myself I wouldn't let that happen. I can't have anyone holding me back, not my friends, not my family, not you. Volleyball is my dream, please, please try to understand. It won't work between us. I'm sorry."

She was silent for a good long while. Finally getting enough courage to look at him, her gaze was cold and piercing as she glared. "No. No obviously I'm the one who should be sorry. For holding you back and ruining your dream. Because apparently you can't play volleyball and love someone at the same time. Or maybe I'm just stupid and don't understand it. But then again my career means everything to me as well. And I was happy not being in a relationship. I was happy. Until you came along and fucked everything up for me." She jabbed him in the chest with her index finger, tongue clicking in annoyance.

"Fucking hell, Atsumu. I was happy, I was fine with my life until you waltzed into my heart like you fucking owned it. And now you just walk away? You throw me off to the side like I'm one of your petty fans? I won't do it, I won't have it. I won't let you make me feel like a piece of shit. You're the piece of shit. Not me." Her tears had returned and Atsumu could tell she didn't want to be crying right now. He wanted to reach out to her, to hold her in his arms one last time. But he knew there was no going back. His mind was made up. This was it.

"Y/n-"

"No. I'm done, you hear me? I'm the one breaking up with you. Go on your fucking trip, have fun, I hope you do well in your competition. I truly do hope you have a wonderful life. I hope that your dreams come true. Just know that I won't be here waiting for you when that happens. Don't even bother looking for me... Goodbye, Atsumu. I wish you the best of luck." Wiping at her face with the back of her hand, she turned around and began to walk away. And he let her.

He didn't bother stopping her as he watched her leave. Atsumu's eyes were locked onto the back of her until he could no longer see her. And even then, he stood there. Knowing he had just cut off the last person who truly cared. The one person he could actually see himself make a life with. Someone who could've been ten times more important to him than volleyball. He let her go.

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