Quiet / m.atsumu

30. sway

2nd POV (third change of pov)

So far, you and Atsumu's relationship is going really well amidst the slow burn heavy load of works.

He was very considerate of dedicating his free time with you whenever he was able to get one. Actually, you scolded him for that albeit being grateful.

Right now both of you are facing College. Obviously you would want him to focus more on his path in education and preparing for his career, you weren't those types of some girlfriends that yearns for their boyfriends' attention 24/7— ripping, forcing, or asking them to clean their schedules just for the sake of hanging out. 

It was unfair and you believe important stuff like studies should come first before you, there's always perfect times to reconnect and hang again.

One might be thinking; no you must not think like that, it would also be unfair for the other party. Or, some would say it would rust the relationship.

It's true that relationships are big deals and should not be taken lightly of, but either are education and future path of life.

There will always come a time.

And it just so happens that one of those is now.

The dance will start in 2 hours and a half, but you and Yuna woke up late. Both of you figured one did not set an alarm— and the one that didn't was the midnight head herself.

It barely surprised you when you saw how she was unbothered and just casually hopped in the shower after laying her gown on her bed, as if being late was one of her routines.

So now, obviously, both of you are rushing (just you, Yuna's taking her sweet time) while simultaneously trying to take it lightly in hopes of avoiding mess.

Two things unite in your mind. Them being making good efforts for making yourself look better than average for Atsumu, and making good effort for the sake of the blonde's image. 

Somewhere deep inside you, you didn't want to look like a pebble beside a diamond like him.

I mean— let's face it. Miya Atsumu was beyond, beyond gorgeous. Literally on his first week of college, he already have groups of both genders swarming him, mainly girls.

It didn't really angered or annoy you that much. You expected this in the first place, and you were very understanding of that.

The blonde was proud at you for it, so proud that he rewarded you on bed with something 'exciting'.

His words, not yours.

And no, both of you didn't do what others might think.

It was just close to that. No regrets, though.

Back to the event happening now, both you and Yuna finally finished with each others' looks. The hallway was quiet and empty indicating that most of the students had already gotten to the main venue, which was at the heart of the school near the lobby.

The theme was formal but no one was really advised to wear something extravagant. Just a simple gown or suit— it works.

The gown you're wearing was picked by your roommate because you said anything was fine when she asked what you liked, you were cooking at that time and you didn't get time to pick. Now you're wearing a f/c gown that was floor length, tailored to your size, and was off-shoulders. It was simple fit for the theme and you were impressed she was able to pick something decent in a short amount of time before the actual event.

Yuna, on the other hand, was completely breathtaking with her black attire, heart shaped on the front with lace from neck to wrists.

There was no way you could bring yourself to compare your look to hers— she was on another level of radiance even with a dark outfit. Yet she still managed to make it work effortlessly.