𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 • ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ: ongoing

XI: 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔

HOOKED (CHAPTER 11):
ROSES AND CIGARETTES

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"Can't I really stay for the night?" For the 8th time, Atsumu whines as he carefully tucks you into bed.

You let out a tired laugh before closing your eyes, feeling the freshness of the cold shower from earlier soothe your entire body.

Just after you came down from your shared highs earlier, Atsumu carried you inside your bathroom to clean the both of you up, but you insisted on taking a shower so you made him leave and wait for you in your room - although it took you several, stressful attempts to tell him to leave the bathroom because he made it pretty obvious how much he wanted to shower with you.

"No..." Your eyelids instantly felt heavy upon feeling the softness of your pillows and duvet that's covering you all the way down from your shoulders.

Atsumu looks away, his lips curled into a childish pout as he tries to accept your decision. You start to feel yourself drifting to sleep, and Atsumu notices that when he feels you shuffling comfortably under your blanket.

"I'm sleepy," you murmur, barely even awake. "You drained me too much.."

Atsumu couldn't help but stare at your face, "I drained you?" he chuckles.

"Yeah," your voice sounds sleepier, "You should leave now. I have to lock the door... I don't know if you're a murderer or something..."

Atsumu's smile quickly fades away as his eyebrows became drawn in. "Excuse me?" he raises an eyebrow at you, as if you'd see it through your closed eyelids.

You can still hear him, but you don't have the energy to retort back at him. It feels like your body had experienced a week-worth of 30-minute cardio showered all at once.

Atsumu's face softens as watches you slowly drift to sleep as he sits down beside you on your bed.

"I promise I'm not a murderer," he lightly chuckles.

"All murderers say that shit..." you mumble, half-awake.

Atsumu smirks, "Then why the fuck did you let me in your house and fuck you here in your bed, then?"

You shuffle under your sheets, turning your back on him as you settle your head above your hands.

"I don't know..." your voice is already groggy, and Atsumu couldn't pinpoint your exact words because of how muffled they sounded.

Just seconds later, you're already in your deep slumber. Atsumu takes his sweet time to admire your sleeping face. It amuses him how serene and innocent you seem while you're asleep, knowing full well that you'll turn into a fierce firecracker once you're awake.

Taking a deep breath, he stands up and picks up his uniform before putting it on. He already had his pants on, just before you got out of shower, he put his pants on while waiting for you sulkingly.

It all still feels surreal for Atsumu, being in your room and having to see you peacefully sleep in your own bed - it makes his heart flutter in the most unexpected ways. He breaks his stare at you, diverting his gaze to your towel he threw at the chair earlier.

Atsumu walks towards it to pick it up, and just as he was about to neatly fold it, he sees your opened pack of cigarette laying on the cabinet beside it, making him frown.