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Fake Dating- Atsumu

If I could go back in time, I'd probably slap myself for agreeing to anything that started with Atsumu saying:

"Okay, hear me out..."

Because nothing good ever came after that.

We were standing just outside the warm-up area before a massive match against a team known for trash talk so harsh it could break a man's soul. Their setter especially liked getting under people's skin.

Which is exactly why Atsumu cornered me by the vending machines, eyes bright like he'd just unlocked a cheat code for life.

"They're gonna try an' mess with us," he said, arms crossed. "Specifically me. 'Cause they know I'm better."

I rolled my eyes. "You mean because you trash talk back even harder?"

He smirked. "Semantics."

I should've walked away. Should've ignored the spark in his eyes.

But then he said:

"We fake date."

I blinked. "...We WHAT?"

"We pretend we're datin'. Just for today." He shrugged like it was nothing. "If they think I'm all whipped an' distracted by ya, they'll try an' poke at that instead'a my game. Takes the edge off. Throws 'em off their strategy."

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

"It'll work," he insisted. "I'll hold your hand, walk ya in - make it look legit."

"And why me?"

He blinked at me like the answer was obvious. "Because ya already hang out with me the most."

My stomach did an annoying thing right then - a flip, a warm twist - but I pretended it didn't happen.

"Fine," I sighed. "But if this goes badly-"

"It won't," he said, already grinning. "Yer the best fake girlfriend ever."

The plan works. Too well.

The second we walked into the arena, hand-in-hand, Atsumu turned into an actor with an Oscar nomination.

He slung his arm around me.

He kept leaning closer when he talked.

He even tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear like we were in a romance film.

And the opposing team?

Lost their damn minds.

"Awww, Miya's got himself a little distraction!"

"Gonna cry to your girl when we shut down your serves?"

Atsumu didn't even look at them.

He was too busy looking at me.

Every. Damn. Time.

And not the fake "look at me so they think this is real" way.

No.

His eyes softened.

Then warmed.

Then darkened in a way that made my heartbeat get stupid.

"Yer doin' great," he whispered against my ear before warm-ups. "Just stick with me."

My face was on fire. "Atsumu-"

"What? I gotta sell it."

Sure. Sell it. Right.

So why did his thumb rub slow circles on the back of my hand the whole time?