4 ― I.F.L.Y ; A.M

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I GUESS WHAT I'M SAYING
IS I, I FUCKING LOVE YOU

i hear the song start to play out of the speaker as soon as i place the wet plate on the rack

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i hear the song start to play out of the speaker as soon as i place the wet plate on the rack. i hear atsumu start to sing along, as i dry my hands; "this my baby, this my- look."

i turn around to face him, a smile already on my face. he stops me from moving, placing his hands on my waist, as he sings along to the verse; "touching you slowly, love how you hold me."

i raise my arms, placing them over his shoulders, watching as he continues to sing the song. i roll my eyes as he sings the next line; "i was a player, that was the old me."

he holds his palms together, for the next line, raising them up into the air inbetween my arms; "i sent a prayer for something holy."

he looks back at me, and takes a hold of my waist pulling me along with him into the middle of the kitchen. he sways our hips side to side, and he moves onto the next line; "at first, i was hesitent."

he points a finger at me, and i don't hesitate to join in with the background vocals; "spooky."

he continues; "like a skeleton."

atsumu throws a thumb over his shoulder, as he sings the next line; "now all them other bitches so irrelevent."

the song continues, and at this point his energy is contagious and i'm singing with him, the both of us not missing a word; "tan lines and some memories, guess summer got the best of me, chef b with the recipe."

we look at each other as we sing the next one; "with you is a better me."

and then, just like we have multiple times before to the same song, we don't look away from each others eyes; "i guess what i'm saying, i guess what i'm saying is i... i fucking love you."

the song continues, the two of us singing the words to each other, now dancing back and forth in the middle of the kitchen. of all the times i spend with atsumu, these are my favourite. when it's just the two of us, having fun, enjoying each other's company. hearing atsumu not only say, but sing, that he loves me is just an added bonus.

the song comes to a close soon enough, and as we sing the last line together, i have my hands on either side of his face while his are resting back on my waist; "i guess what i'm saying is i, i fucking love you."

the music fades out, and we don't move as the next one blends into the end of it. we just stare at each other, and we just smile. atsumu gives me a kiss, and then pulls me in for a long hug, swaying back and forth. "i really love you."

― ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ―

this was short but it was cuuuute

probs guessed, but the song at the start is either the one i have based the idea off or just think fits the part

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