❝ She could break my heart and I still wouldn't be able to stop loving her 'Samu. ❞
In which a famous volleyball player visits a specialty cake shop everyday to see a special girl, and all the while, falling head over heels in love with her.
- 𝗔 𝗖...
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A prominent blush was apparent on Atsumu's cheeks when his eyes landed on Mayumi.
Her visage could only be summed as ethereal and the setter's heart was already pounding wildly in his chest before she even looked up from her phone.
And when she did...
He swore he'd never felt so lost in anyone else's eyes before the way that he was lost in hers.
"Miya-san!" Mayumi greeted, quietly clicking her phone off and sliding it into her skirt pocket as the male approached her.
She took in his appearance, noting how he was in his usual sweatpants and volleyball sweatshirt. It was a mystery how he could look so good with minimal effort - or at least, that's what it seemed like.
Likewise, Atsumu's eyes were also trailing up her physique, taking notice of how her mid-thigh skirt was just a tad bit too short and making a mental note to keep check on potential creepers.
"Yer so cute," he whispered, a lopsided grin adorning his face as he swept her tiny frame in his arms. Seeing her dolled up strengthened the sense of protectiveness in the setter.
He really did just want to keep her to himself.
"So where are we going?" her soft voice questioned after prying Atsumu's strong grip off of her.
"Pancake place downtown," he replied shortly, resting his chin on the top of her head as he pulled out his phone to show her its location.
Mayumi would never know that Atsumu - after finding out that Shoyo and Bokuto had known her before he had - had pestered them nonstop over all the little details they possessed on her. From her favorite foods to her favorite fuzzy socks, the blond had prodded out every last piece of info.
Ironically enough, he had discovered that her favorite breakfast food was pancakes.
"Miya-san," her voice interrupted his train of thoughts and he looked down into her vivid orbs, "there's a petal in your hair."
Her giggle sounded heavenly to his ears and he watched unblinking as her hand extended upwards, entangling with his bleached locks while she tried to pick out the lone petal.
In doing so, she gave Atsumu the chance to admire her at an even closer distance: a chance he definitely took. The setter could only hope her concentration on the task would distract her from his thrumming pulse when she pulled her hand back down to admire the flower part.
"It's pretty," she mumbled, unraveling her fingers to let the wind carry it away.
"Yeah, it's beautiful," came Atsumu's breathy reply.
But he wasn't looking at the petal, his eyes were only on her.
...
Atsumu sank into the palm of his hand, trying his best to hold down the scowl that wanted to announce its presence on his face.
The waiter was severely testing his non existant patience with each pick up line he shot at Mayumi.
'Who the fuck does this dirty pig think he is.'
"Get yer fucking hand away," he finally hissed in obvious annoyance, swatting the guy's hand away from his precious Mayumi. The flirty waiter was about to protest until he noticed the sharp glint in Atsumu's eyes that told him the latter wouldn't hesitate to rip him apart if he didn't leave.
Promptly, he made his exit.
Unamused, Atsumu turned back to Mayumi, his voice picking up a more whiny tone. "May-chan, Yer suppose to be mine for the morning. Stop giving others what's mine."
Mayumi held in a sigh of disbelief, taking the setter's hands into her own. "You're dramatizing the situation Miya-san," she stated, causing him to open his mouth to retort but she continued, "but thanks for that. He was making the atmosphere rather uncomfortable."
"O-oh," Atsumu breathed, too fixated on the feeling of her hands wrapped around his to process what she was saying. Anything beyond that moment went in one ear and out the other.
She was holding his hand.
Couples hold hands.
He wanted to hold her hand.
Her fingers were soft and smooth, the heat of her palm transferred to his and a pleasant flutter erupted in his chest.
But then she let go.
"But you should finish your pancakes soon, class starts in half an hour," she stated after glancing at the clock dangling on the back wall of the diner.
Atsumu momentarily pouted, wanting to pull her fingers back into his, but picked up his noticeably colder fork nevertheless.
It didn't take long for him to finish and soon enough, the pair were out the door.
It was then that the highlight of his day happened.
"Hey," Mayumi called out once they reached college grounds, her voice rolling in gentle waves.
"I had fun Atsumu-san."
With a single sentence, she left the setter speechless as he watched her wave and take off for her own classes.
His name had never sounded so damn good.
Atsumu was a mess, flushed and gaping. No amount of concealer could hide the thick redness painted over his cheeks and no muffler could quiet the sound of his pounding heart.
It was only after a few undisturbed minutes of staring into the empty distance and Atsumu finally regained his thoughts, a wide grin stuck on his face and hands shoved in pockets as he beaded off to his least favorite class - a class that didn't sound so bad anymore.
'Me too, Mayumi.'
Pancakes: a thin, flat cake of batter, usually fried and turned in a pan.
