To wish Upon a Star

Chapter seven

Atsumu was baffled. It's been months since your sudden departure from Japan, something he never saw coming. He hadn't heard anything about you since then, it's almost like you've gone completely off the grid. His life had become very busy very quickly and the sudden uprise to fame was definitely a lot to handle. Something he was still getting used to it.

He couldn't go out in public without getting recognized and asked for pictures. Sometimes, people even followed him and wouldn't stop until specifically asked to. He enjoyed his job, and he enjoyed making people happy with his words. He just detests that the person those words are meant for, won't even hear it.

He felt dejected, stupid, and lonely despite having so many people in his life. It seemed as though no matter what he did or who he met, he couldn't rid himself of the feeling that it should be with someone else, with you.

It's another day at the studio, and he lounges around waiting for his manager to get back.

His peaceful train of thoughts is interrupted by his brother stomping in.

"Fuck dude, if I get mistaken as you one more time I'm gonna slit my throat. No way they think I'm ugly enough to be you." He says between breaths.

The blonde snorts. "Take it as a compliment they think yer pretty enough to be me."

Osamu gives a nasty look. "Yeah okay sure Mr. Hot shot, check this out." He says as he chucks his phone at his brother.

"Rising star Atsumu Miya spotted with potential girlfriend." He reads out. "Seriously? That's literally Mrs. Saito, and she's married. These people need to get a life man."

Osamu laughs. "Yeah, and doesn't she have a kid too? Are you a homewrecker be honest."

"I'm just gonna ignore that. Why are these guys so obsessed with my dating life? It's real creepy." He mutters.

He scrolls further down the list of articles written by people he believes are crazy, even laughing at how ridiculous some of them are.

He snorts. "This one says I'm the reincarnation of a Satanic ritualist all because I'm blonde and sing. Hey, maybe they wear glasses and can't see my very obvious brown roots. Speaking of roots, I need to get mine redone."

Osamu laughs. "Or maybe yer so damn creepy you resemble the guy."

Before Atsumu can even comeback that, his manager, Mrs. Saito, arrives.

"Miya! I've got some news for you." She announces seriously.

"What is it?"

Her eyebrow twitches. "Not you Osamu, that's not funny."

He grins. "I thought it was."

"Okay whatever. What's up?" The blonde asks.

"Right." She begins. "So I see you've already read that article?" She questions, signaling at the phone in his hand and the stupid smirk.

"The one about you being my potential girlfriend? Yeah. I must say, I unfortunately don't feel the same."

She glares. "Watch it."

Atsumu throws his hands up in defense. "Okay, Okay, I'm watching it."

"Back to what I was saying, your popularity has grown tremendously ever since that article was published. Many are interested in the new hot gossip of rich and young Atsumu Miya. And after some time discussing it with the team, it lead us to believe that it'd be a smart business ploy for you to actually get a girlfriend." She states confidently. 

"Unless, you have one right now?" She continues.

"Woah." Osamu speaks first. "I'm gonna dip now, see ya."