bloxburg、m.atsumu

sixteen

bloxburg !
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arriving at his home, you were greeted by a whiff of.. curry? "samu, 'm home!" atsumu exclaimed as he took his shoes off. your eyes wander his home, examining every item and picture you see. your eyes landed on a small picture frame of the blonde and.. mitsumi. of course.

you grab hold of the picture and look at it. the childhood friends looked young, possibly around ten, and they grinned brightly and enthusiastically while holding up a piece sign with their mucky appearances.

without noticing, he glanced at you and made his way towards you. he looked at the picture from your shoulder as you slightly jolt from surprise.

"shit! you scared me." you sighed as he chuckled. "sorry, princess. let's eat? samu made curry." you nodded and returned the picture frame from its original location and followed atsumu.

you both prepared to eat for lunch, grasping two sets of plates and utensils until osamu walked down the stairs, shirtless.

your gaze subconsciously turned to the footsteps. startled, your eyes widened, and quickly turned around, almost dropping the plates. "s-sorry!" you awkwardly exclaimed as the blonde-haired boy glanced at you.

"hm? samu, put a shirt on! we have a guest, ya know!" osamu's gaze shifted to you— your back rather, for about few seconds as you clutched onto the plates. "oh, sorry." he quietly apologized as he turned around, back upstairs.

hearing the footsteps diminish, you slowly turned around and sighed in relief. "he's quiet, unlike you." you placed the plates and utensils on the table as he shrugged.

"why? yer type?" he joked making you flushed in embarrassment. "w-what are you talking about? i have no type!" you exclaimed, defending yourself from his statement.

he sighed in relief and grinned, "so defensive!" he teased as you both sat at the dinner table. 'you're my type!!' a little voice in your head exclaimed, wishing you could just say it out loud.

when you both ate, atsumu subconsciously talked about mitsumi and their childhood. like congrats, you now know that they both played in muddy puddles when they were specifically eight.

you genuinely ask yourself, "what am i supposed to do with this information." with every minute that passes by.

"oh! and there was also a time when she and i sneaked into yako junior high at night! we almost got kicked out from the night shift guard but—" another voice cut him off and honestly, you were thankful.

talking about another girl in front of another girl is not for the weak !!

"tsumu, yer talking too much. shut yer mouth sometimes, i can hear you from upstairs." osamu complained, pouring himself a glass of water. "huh? then wear earplugs, ya idiot." the blonde-haired boy scowled at him.

you watched how their small banter unfolded and it was childish, honestly, but it made you stifle a laugh.

the gray-haired boy glanced at you, examining your features now that he saw your face unlike earlier. his gaze shifted back to his brother, "whatever, tsumu. i'm going out."

placing his hands in his pockets, a gust of gentle breeze passes by you as he walks passed you. you glanced at him for the last time before he shut the door.

it wasn't long until you've also arrived at suna's place again. atsumu dropped you off with a big grin as he waved you off. a small smile curled around your lips as you waved at him goodbye.

"you and atsumu, huh? and for three days that is." you mumble a curse word as you slightly stumble due to shock. "why are you so sneaky?" suna shrugged and minded his own business.