Perfectly Fake (Atsumu xshy!reader)

- Chapter 19

YOUR POV

You wondered if you should stand up to greet Mr. Miya but decided aganist it. Mr. Miya adjusted his chair, scooting in, thanked his son and wife for the food, and turn it you with a confused look on this. "Honey! Don't tell me we had a daughter and never noticed!"  He practically screeched, 

"Uh, no." Mrs. Miya answered plainly, 

"A significant other?" He asked tilting his head slightly. You thought you had seen a similar look confusion on Atsumu before, that must've been where he got it from. You giggled slightly at how similar it was, meanwhile you didn't notice that Mr. Miya was going on about something. "Nice to meet you, y/n. Say, how'd you meet my son's?" 

At this point everyone had started earing and you ate to. You looked towards Atsumu, the first time you two had formally met was when you were locked in the gym and Suna had to come get you. He had snuck through the window to pull some lame prank, he had called you a loser or something, then left. Your pretty sure Osamu knew because when his father asked he almost choked on his food. Atsumu gave you a 'quick-think-of-something' kind of look. "Oh, uh, well," The twins and you didn't have a class together so you couldn't say you met him through school, "I met them through my mutual friend Hitoshi!" 

You tried to not to give a look of disgust as you said his name, what you said wasn't completely false, but it wasn't completely true either. Osamu almost choked again, you assumed he knew about the full situation with Hitoshi. "Hitoshi you say?" Mrs. Miya asked,

"Yup," You said starting to sweat and putting a peice of food into your mouth, 

"Huh..." Mrs. Miya said thoughtfully put more food into her mouth. 

"Something wrong?" You probed swallowing your food.

"Nothing, it's just I've heard some bad things of Hitoshi." Mr. Miya chimed in. You panicked, what didn't you know? Why did Osamu look so panicked? What was Mrs. Miya's 'huh' for? How in the hell did Mr. Miya hear anything about some random volleyball player on there sons team?

"What type of bad things?" You asked trying not to make this feel like an intergation, more like a genuinely curious friend.

"Oh, nothing to bad. Just that he was bullying someone-" You choked on your food and Atsumu hit your back and you swallowed again, 

"So sorry, continue, I'm okay I promise you." You said smiling and Mr. Miya nodded and continued, Atsumu reached for your hand. He intertwined his fingers in yours and squeezed your hand as if telling you to calm down. 

"Anyways, ya, he was bullying someone. Kids can be so cruel ya know? Did you know the person getting bullied, you all went to the same school." He said, 

"Oh, no, I had no idea he was up to such...terrible acts. I'll be sure to confront him about it." You squeezed Atsumu's hand nervously, "I didn't know the person being bullied though. That would be awful." 

"Did you know anything, Osamu?" His mother asked looking to him, "You've been awfully quiet." 

"Nope, only vaguely heard about it. I didn't want to believe those rumours about a friend though, ya know? Didn't know he was such an ass." Osamu explained, you learnt that Osamu was a better liar than Atsumu and you. 

"Huh, and language!" Her mother said astonished, "Anyways, let's get back to dinner." 

You nodded and you took another bite of your food, "Can't believe your friends with these knuckleheads, if they ever do something tell me and I'll rough 'em up for ya." Mr. Miya said. You laughed and nodded. "So, tell us about yourself y/n." 

You took a break from eating, putting your utensils down. You mulled over the thought, and thought about your answer, "Well, I'm Y/n Y/l/n. I'm in class 1-(insert letter here), so I don't have any classes with your sons. I'm not really apart of any clubs right now but I'm really interested in (hobby/interest). I have (insert how many family members/family info here.)" You paused laughing lightly, "That's all I can really think of right now." 

"Oh, how lovely, I drabbled in (hobby/interest) for a little bit, but I'm not very good at it, I'm more interested in cooking and (a different hobby/interest). Have you heard of it?" Mrs. Miya said lighting up at the mention of (hobby/interest).

You perked up, "I have heard of (whatever you chose that Mrs. Miya was interested in I'll be calling it hobby/interest2 now). I've always wanted to try, but have never had the time to try it out. I'm always busy with school and (hobby/interest1)." 

"You don't say! I could totally teach you (hobby/interest2) if you wanted." Mrs. Miya said, 

"Okay, okay! Let's not get carried away! You don't need to toture the poor kid." Osamu said,

Mrs. Miya giggled, she smiled the same way Atsumu did, they were so similar now that you thought about it. The starry look in the eyes, the smile, and the personality reminded you of Atsumu, they were really similar. Osamu looked like he resembled his father more. "You okay, kid?" My. Miya asked, 

"No, nothing, it's just, Atsumu and Mrs. Miya are really similar." You admitted, 

"Related to this loser? No way!" Mrs. Miya and Atsumu said at the same time. You giggled and continued on with the dinner, it went smoothly and soon you were doing the dishes with Mrs. Miya. She insisted that you go up and talk with one of her sons, but you were a guest and didn't want to intrude or be a bother. Doing the dishes was the least you could do for them. You two were pretty silent but that didn't bother you two, Mrs. Miya elbowed you, "Hey, go up stairs now! You don't have to stay down here with me." 

You nodded ready to go upstairs, before Mrs. Miya stopped you, "You can borrow one of the boys clothes if you want, you don't need to sleep in your school uniform. It would be so uncomfotrable. After you're done, just give your uniform to me, then I can wash it." 

Osamu turned the corner, he was refilling his water, "Just go ask 'Tsumu for his clothes. He's not doing anything anyways." 

You nodded and headed back to Atsumu's room. You sat on the chair at his desk and twirled around, Atsumu seemed distracted by a video game on his phone, he may have been texting, you were unsure. "Uh, 'Tsumu?" You asked hesitantly, 

"Ya?" He said looking up, glancing at you, before going back to what was on his phone." 

"Your mom wanted me to borrow some of your clothes, so I don't have to wear my school uniform to sleep." You explained, and Atsumu nodded, "You don't have to though, I wouldn't want to bother you or anything." 

"Tch, hey, it's fine, yer not bothering me." Atsumu lazily got up, and went to his closet, you bit the side of your mouth nervously, "Is this good?" He asked showing you some clothes, 

(unedited, to be continued)