𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 • ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ: ongoing

IX: 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝑴𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆

HOOKED (CHAPTER 9):
TOUCH ME THERE

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"I'll try out for the volleyball team on Saturday, you should come and watch me." Atsumu turns his head towards you.

Your eyes remain fixated on the road, your grip on the steering wheel is more relaxed than earlier when you and Atsumu left the school. You still can't fully believe that you're bringing Atsumu in your apartment, hence the continuous hammering of your chest.

"I can't." You reply, making him angle his head forward to look clearly into your face.

You clench your jaw, seeing him more vividly in your peripherals. The sunset from outside the window illuminates him from behind, awakening the sudden flutter in your stomach. Just one look from him could easily unravel your strained facade, so you do your best to keep yourself from looking back at him.

"Why not?" Atsumu's eyes were soft.

The sunlight falls gently on your skin, casting a golden hue that makes Atsumu’s heart flutter at how radiant you appear. He takes it all in, every detail of your beauty — how strands of your hair falls perfectly on your face, and how pink and soft your lips are looking — makes him remember how your kiss was the best one he's ever had.

His gaze lingers on your cold, piercing eyes, completely entranced by how your curved lashes flutter gently whenever you blink. There's something mesmerizing about the way your eyes look at something, it makes him proud on how your emotionless eyes becomes soft and needy whenever you share a moment with him.

"I've got other plans that day." You casually reply, gently pressing your foot on the brake as the car slows to a stop at a red light.

Atsumu pouts before slumping himself back on his seat. You turn to him only to see him sulking, arms folded, while staring outside the window.

You sigh, "It's not what you think it is."

"What do you think I'm thinking?" He retorts, his eyes are still outside.

"Can you please don't think of anything inappropriate about Eita?" You exclaim, drawing his attention back at you.

You fight his sharp gaze, "Eita? You're on first name basis now?"

"So? He's my friend." You dodge his sarcasm.

Atsumu groans before turning his head back away from you. "Yeah, whatever."

You don't know whether you'd be pissed or laugh at Atsumu's childish behavior. I can't take this brat seriously, you laugh in your head.

"Anyway..." You change the topic, not wanting the kid to escalate with his tantrums. "Aren't you gonna ask me what I'm doing that day?"

"If it's with that guy, then I won't."

You roll your eyes, a light chuckle escaping your lips. "You're unbelievable."

Atsumu jolts his head towards you, "The hell you're laughing at?"

Your chuckle becomes louder, catching him off guard to seeing you laugh. "I can't imagine how Osamu deals with your ass every single day."

"What... Are you making fun of me?" His mouth falls open at an insulted manner.

"Yeah."

Atsumu narrows his eyes at you, but your gaze remains at front. He sighs before looking away, feeling defeated.

"What are you gonna do on Saturday?" He slowly asks, his tone rises and falls in mockery, making you smirk.

"Well..." The stoplight turns green, so you set your foot off the brake and press on the gas, setting the car in motion again. "I have audition as well."