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THE FOLLOWING DAY y/n and atsumu were new headliners. the two had more alcohol than they should've and stumbled out of the bar, with his arm slung around his shoulder and his jacket around her body.
MIYA ATSUMU AND L/N Y/N SPOTTED EXITING A BAR TOGETHER
"oh fuck" y/n groaned, reading the bold text from the biggest celebrity gossip page in the city. she could barely remember the events leading up to the two leaving the bar, much less his jacket around her shoulders.
y/n laid back on her bed and threw her phone somewhere, scolding herself for this so called game of hard to get.
"hard to get my ass! i was probably all over him last night!" she said out loud.
suddenly her phone rang, making her whole body jump. she knew it was her management and public relations team, and she was in big trouble.
she felt around for her phone and answered it, putting it on speaker.
"y/n we don't ask you for much" her manager said, sighing. "you guys actually do kind of ask me for a lot, but continue" she rubbed her eyes. "what's this whole thing with miya atsumu, huh?" she asked.
"pft, it's nothing. don't even worry about it, we just got a bit too drunk and he was helping me to my uber" y/n rolled her eyes at her own fake excuse. "okay... if you say so. maybe control your drinking habits. it's not good for your gut health and your public image"
"yeah, yeah. bye" she hung up the phone and threw it again.
y/n rose back up from her bed and saw a glass of water and a note beside her bed.
drink up, and keep the jacket :)
call me xxx-xxx-xxxx
- miya atsumu
"what jacket is he talking about?" y/n asked herself, looking around the room. her eyes landed on an msby varsity jacket sitting on her chair. "he gave me his team jacket... to keep? aw hell no, i can't keep this!" y/n exclaimed, getting out of bed and holding the jacket up.
"but it is cute..." she muttered, turning the jacket to the side. "oh but it says miya and his number on the sleeves. no thanks" y/n said, quickly putting the number into her contacts.
she called the number and let it ring on speakerphone.
"hello? if this is a spam caller yer so fucked and i'm gonna dox you" atsumu's voice said through the speaker. "sorry to disappoint, i'm not a scammer. it's y/n" she rolled her eyes while the jacket rested on her lap.
"oh? yknow i said to text, but im startin to think yer obsessed with me" he said. she rolled her eyes again, and imagined his cocky smirk in her mind. "yknow, just because i called you doesn't mean im obsessed. i don't answer my texts. i also don't want your jacket, do you wanna meet up so i can return it?"
"aw, im hurt! why don'cha want it huh? it is my team jacket after all" he said proudly. "and that's exactly why. i can't be wearing the word miya and the number 25 on me"
y/n thought she couldn't have been anymore obvious that she was but wasn't interested in him. plus, who gives their team jacket to someone they just met? honestly, it was a stupid move.
"fine, fine. ya got any plans goin on today?" he asked. "i got a shoot at vogue at one. come by, ill send you the address" she sighed. "sounds great. i'll see you then" he said hanging up the phone.
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MIYA ATSUMU WALKED INTO the building with a shit eating grin and an iced coffee. he wore the sluttiest outfit he could. which was a compression shirt with his five inch shorts. he wanted y/n to see the build he has crafted carefully throughout his years of volleyball.
"excuse me, do you have the wrong building?" the receptionist asked. "hey sweets. unless this isn't three five seven two osaka avenue, i think i've got the right building" he said, immediately turning on his flirtatious charm.
"sorry aika! he's with us! he just came to pick something up really quick" y/n's manager said, quickly running from the elevator.
"here's your visitors pass" she said, handing atsumu the lanyard to put around his neck. "we have strict protocols here, sorry. there's a lot of things that go on in this building regarding photo shoots and more stuff like that, so it's easy to get lost" she said as they both waited for the next elevator.
"it's all good" he replied, staring at the pass that said "photography guest pass" on it.
the elevator doors opened and the two stepped inside. "so, how do you know y/n?" atsumu asked, trying to cut the awkwardness out of the air. "i'm her manager and head of her pr team" she replied, looking up at the floor indicator.
"very cool. sorry if our stunt yesterday caused any issues" atsumu said, rubbing the back of his neck. "it's okay. it wasn't too big" she shrugged, like it was no bit deal.
except it had been a bit deal, because by the time y/n was infront of the camera, the two were trending on twitter with the hashtag "#y/nxatsumu"
at this point there was nothing they could do besides let it die down.
the elevator doors opened and they walked down a small hallway before entering a large space, where there were cameras everywhere and various makeup and hair artists.
atsumu looked at y/n who looked so beautiful that he had to stop and stare.
"here's your jacket. have a good day miya" her manager replied, giving him his jacket back.
l/n y/n was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
