Six years ago, L/N Y/N wouldn't exactly say that she loves her life. It had always been problematic but her best friend, Miya Atsumu, since she was eight when she moved to Hyōgo, has always been there for her, and she wouldn't change it for the worl...
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The past few weeks had been exhausting for him, and it wasn't because of their intense training for upcoming games. His exhaustion's source was mainly from the most recent important events, it took a toll on him emotionally. While this may be true, he understands there wasn't anyone to blame but himself. The anger still existed somewhere in his mind, displeasing him whenever his thoughts reminded him of the chances he had lost to take care of his kids at a much younger age, but he had tried his best to subdue those particular emotions ever since that night. Chaotic as it was, it took him a step closer towards the realization of what he really needed to do. All he needed now was a little shove.
"'Tsumtsum!" he hears her screech, the muscles around his shoulders grow tense. The irony of it all, just as they were discussing that horrendous memory of the Christmas Party just last December that he had tried his best to eradicate from his brain due to his own embarrassment, he couldn't believe the model in question had instantaneously emerged out of thin air. What was she doing all the way here in Kanagawa? It was as if he had no escape from her suffocating clutches. A quick glance towards his brother and he recognizes the criticizing features sewn on his twin's features and all he could do was share a silent communication, pleading for his aid.
Out of all the times this woman could appear, she appears at the very moment where he was sort of, trying, to redeem himself. Silently, he prays as she snakes her arms around his neck, that you, settled next to him, wouldn't conclude anything from it, but who was he kidding? The position itself was sufficient evidence for you to come up with the conclusion he's dreading. He can sense everyone's eyes on him, the irritation they were radiating for such disruption. As she releases another infuriating squeal, this time an inch away from his ear, he pries her hands away from his neck and wraps his fingers around her wrist to pull her to the side.
Her lower lip juts out to a pout as she stands by the table, ignoring the dirty look he was directing her way. "What's wrong 'Tsumtsum? Did you not like my surprise?"
"Surprise?" he disputes, his brows furrowed in confusion as he releases his grip from her wrist, displeasure evident in his tone as he spoke. "Don't tell me you were stalking me, Yumi."
She folds her arms across her chest and lets out a scoff of disbelief escape her lips, "You make it sound as if I'm not your girlfriend or something!"
"Well, you aren't." he argues, a sigh of frustration escaping his lips, "We've talked about this. We're not together and how did you know I was going to be here anyway?"
"That's some serious stalking there, Yumi-san." Hinata quips from his seat innocently, the other individuals around the table attempt their best to contain their sniggering at the sight of the model going red in the face from both anger and embarrassment.
She releases a grunt from her lips, sending a glare towards Hinata's direction before turning her attention back at him, flashing him an innocent smile. "I don't care what you say, we're dating. You can't just drop me like that. What we have is something special, you love me right? You never really said it before, but I know you're just being shy, 'Tsumtsum, it's o—"
