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The Jealous Setter- Atsumu

Atsumu's presence filled a room long before he opened his mouth. He had that energy-bright, loud, magnetic. You always knew he'd arrived before he even said anything, mostly because the air got a little chaotic and a lot warmer.

The only problem?

Tonight, he was very aware of someone else's presence too.

The team was holding a small press event at a private gym-just a casual meet-and-greet for sponsors and media partners. You'd come as Atsumu's plus-one, something he pretended wasn't a big deal but definitely was. He'd spent the entire week telling the team, "It ain't a date, quit sayin' that," while glaring at anyone who so much as smirked.

Yeah. Totally not a date.

You were chatting with one of the event coordinators-Haruto, a tall guy with soft eyes and a voice like he narrated audiobooks-when you felt a familiar heat appear behind you. A buzz of energy. A prickle on the back of your neck.

Atsumu.

"I swear I only turned around for two seconds," you muttered under your breath, smiling politely while Haruto explained something about contract renewals, "and he already looks like he's plotting a murder."

Haruto had no idea. "I'll email you the updated details this week," he said, handing you a packet.

Before you could thank him, a hand slid around your waist, warm and firm, pulling you back a single inch-just enough to stake a claim without saying a word.

Atsumu's voice was all sugary sweetness. "Whatcha doin', sweetheart?"

Sweetheart. He only used that when he was feeling one of three things: smug, clingy, or jealous.

You turned your head slightly. He was smiling, but it didn't reach his eyes. Those golden eyes of his were narrowed-not enough for anyone else to notice, but enough for you to know he was two seconds away from pouting.

"Talking," you said calmly. "To Haruto. About paperwork."

"Ah," he said sharply, like it offended him personally. "Paperwork."

Haruto blinked. "Atsumu, we were just-"

"I know," Atsumu cut in. "Just makin' sure." He flashed a smile that looked polite enough, but you could literally feel the possessive energy radiating off him.

Haruto excused himself quickly, mumbling something about finding the catering staff.

The second he was out of earshot, you turned to Atsumu fully. "Really?"

"What?" he asked defensively, hand still on your waist.

"You scared him off."

"Good," he muttered.

You couldn't help laughing. "Atsumu, he was talking about spreadsheets."

"I don't fuckin' care what he was talkin' about," he said, voice dropping low, almost a grumble. "He was lookin' at ya too much."

"He was literally looking at the packet."

"Yeah, but-" His jaw clenched. "He smiled."

"You're impossible," you said, rolling your eyes, but you felt warm inside. You always did with him. Even when he was acting like a jealous golden retriever who'd lost his bone to another dog.

He tugged you closer until you bumped into his chest. "'M not jealous," he mumbled.

"Sure you're not."

"I ain't!"

"Atsumu."

He groaned dramatically, head falling onto your shoulder like he couldn't bear the weight of his own feelings. "Okay fine maybe a little."