𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 // 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀

21

Y/N POV

after a long car ride to hyogo we finally made it to his parents house. "i'm nervous" i said as we stood at the door. "don't be. my parents love you already. i think they'll want me to marry you after you give them those" he said, looking down at the bags of gifts i got for them.

atsumu put his hand on the doorknob and opened the door. we both walked in as atsumu let everyone know that he was home. "atsumu! y/n!" his mom said running up to us. she quickly gave us both hugs before looking at me. "you're even more beautiful in person!" she said, rubbing my arms. "oh thank you!" i said nervously.

"i come baring gifts!" i said holding the two bags up. "oh lovely! come come!" she said, holding onto my arm and bringing me into the living room. "honey, atsumu and y/n are here" she said ushering me to sit down on the couch.

i sat down, setting the two bags on the floor. "hi, im y/n" i said. "nice to meet you" he said as he held his hand out. i shook it and then mentioned i had gifts.

"oh yeah, atsumu mentioned you were really into skincare and such. i get a lot of pr packages because of my job so i often have a lot of things in stock. anyways, atsumu just mentioned some of your favourite products so i put them in there but i also added a few other goodies" i explained, as i handed him the bag.

"hey i was beginning to run out of this!" he exclaimed, pulling out the serum. "thank you,
y/n." he said sincerely.

i picked up the next bag and handed it to his mom. "and for you, skincare and makeup" i said. "atsumu told me you were really into makeup and trying new things. so i put in some products that i think you'll like" i let my hands rest in my lap, fiddling with them nervously.

"these are wonderful, y/n!" she said as she gushed about all of the different products.

ATSUMU POV

"they look like they're ready to arrange a wedding for you guys" osamu said, as he looked through the fridge. "tell me about it" i sighed, looking at y/n smiling with my parents.

"whatcha cooking up for dinner?" i asked, watching osamu cut up garlic. "well she was supposed to be cooking but it seems like i've taken over. but just steaks, potatoes, veggies. easy stuff" he shrugged his shoulders. "easy stuff?" i gasped.

"at least let me mash the potatoes" i frowned, looking around for the masher. "okay fine but let me put everything in first" he said opening the big block of butter.

after awhile, dinner was ready and we all settled down to eat. "this looks amazing" y/n said as she scanned all the food. "i made the potatoes" i said proudly. "more like mashed everything i put into a pot" osamu replied.

"so y/n, what do your parents do?" his dad asked. "well my parents are both australian diplomats" she replied. "wow fancy job! are you planning to follow in their footsteps?" my mom asked.

"that's the plan" she said. "atsumu mentioned you were an international student? what made you wanna come to japan?" my mom asked again.

i looked over at her to see if she was uncomfortable with the amount of questions they were asking, but she seemed to be happy to answer them all.

"well my parents are always travelling, and since i didn't wanna be cooped up in australia for my whole life, i thought why not come to my home country" she shrugged her shoulders.

"is highschool in australia any different from here?" my dad asked.

"well not really. in australia we have a valedictorian and a salutatorian. usually it's the two highest ranked students academically. i was valedictorian of my graduating class" she replied.

i didn't even know that. i feel like there's still so much to learn about her.

"very impressive, y/n. she's a keeper, atsumu" my dad nodded approvingly.

osamu and i gave each other a look before i put a hand on y/n's thigh.

after my parents asked a few more questions about y/n, my mom started telling childhood stories.

"if you ever wanna see videos of those two fighting you should ask suna" my dad said. "watching these two argue over snacks growing up was probably the best thing ever" my mom laughed. "they still argue over snacks to this day" y/n teased.

"let me show you baby photos after!" my mom said excitedly. "mommmm" i groaned.

after dinner, we all cleaned up and osamu left because he had some workshop to go to.

y/n sat on the couch next to me, and i put my arm around her, pulling her in closer. she smiled at me and i smiled back.

that damn smile.

"okay let's see" my dad said as he put the heavy box of photos on the table. my mom handed y/n a photo book and we looked through it.

"awww you and osamu were so cute as babies" she said, flipping through the photos. "how old were you in this?" she asked, pointing at a photo of me and samu on our first day of school.

"hmm i think we were around 7?" i replied. "here take a look at this one" my dad said handing her another book. "those are the boys in highschool"

she took the book and flipped through. "i'm so sending this picture to keiko" she laughed at a photo of suna. she took out her phone and snapped a quick picture before putting it back down.

"who is this?" she asked, pointing at a girl i was standing next to, my arm around her shoulder. "she's my ex. we broke up after highschool because she left for the states" i replied.

my parents gave me a look that said told me not to bring her up.

i noticed her shift in attitude as she shuffled around, moving away from me a bit.

she nodded her head and continued looking through the photos.

Dreams
"but please don't ruin
this for me"