Quiet / m.atsumu

18. bath

THIRD POV

"Haah...."

Y/n sighed and once again held both her hands together to stop herself from smacking Atsumu. The blonde was releasing suggestive moans and sighs the whole time he was chilling the tub. Unfortunately for Y/n, she had to stay at his range– she was worried that if he might have another attack, she won't be there to help him through it.

She was sitting on the lid of the toilet, phone accompanying her as the sick player relaxes himself on bath full of soft bubbles and warm, steamy water. Atsumu was hesitant at first when she said she needed to be inside of the bathroom while he bathes, but he figured Y/n was too innocent and naive to do stuff like his thoughts suggests.

"Miya, tell me if you're done," She mumbled and scrolled through her social media, seeing a lot of her cousin's friend in each app. She sighed as she switched to another one.

Atsumu hummed and sunk deeper in the tub, eyes closed as he let himself relax as his manager suggested. He looked at her through his wet bangs and saw how she's too focused on her phone. The bubbles were covering him, sure, but of course Y/n respects him and chose to not look anyway. The only thing she needs to do is to be near him. She doesn't plan to do.... weird acts.

"Hey, L/n. Can ya please talk to me?" He asked.

She stopped for a while and shook her head, not looking at him. He frowned of course. Atsumu expected her to agree.

"But I'm sick– I need someone to talk to!" The omelette head whined.

She rolled her eyes secretly, "..."

"L/nnn," He continued to annoy her.

Riing.

He became quiet when he heard Y/n's phone ring. The boy looked away and let her answer it.

The girl answered the call with a blank stare and crossed her legs, slightly leaning back to the support of her seat. She remained quiet for a while and Atsumu got confused.

"Oi."

"What is it?" The girl lightly sighed.

Atsumu tuned them out as he boredly played around with the bubbles. The girl was too caught up in the call with whomever was it on the other side, she didn't even notice how the blonde frequently looks at her time to time.

Soon the call ended and Y/n pursed her lips. Atsumu gathered courage to ask.

"Who was that?"

Y/n accidentally looked at him but it was too late. The sight of Miya Atsumu naked with white coat of bubbles and soap covering him but his chest and knees were left exposed, and that damn wet hair as he looked at her with droopy eyes. She froze but regained her composture and looked away.

"You don't need to know,"She muttered and fiddled with her fingers, remaining quiet.

He frowned, "L/n, I was just asking..."

"....," She thought about replying to him or not.

These days I've been real bitchy and crap with boys. I think it's time to be friendly to avoid awkward situations..

"...It was just my aunt's son," She mumbled and used her phone again, narrowly and unconsciously avoiding Suna's message.

Atsumu raised a brow, "So, like, yer cousin?"

"Yeah....,"She nodded and finally replied to Suna with: 'He's taking a bath and conversing with me. Don't worry, tell the others he's fine and taken care of.'