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"dude what the hell are you doing in my house?" y/n asked as soon as he stepped though the front door. he stared as his best friend continued to shovel food in his mouth messily, dropping his gym bag on the floor and slipping off his shoes.
"your mom invited me." atsumu said with his mouth full, earning a wack on the head from m/n since he was being messy. "ack! that hurt!"
"then stop being so messy, you're washing dishes." m/n grumbled, picking up her empty plate and putting it in the sink.
y/n looked at his mother bewildered, "why is he eating before me?!"
his mother waved him off, "you were at the gym and i needed vegetables. atsumu here went ahead and bought them for me so i invited him to eat."
atsumu gave a teasing smile as he ate more food, grabbing y/n's favorite drink and waving it in the air before opening it and drinking it.
"i'll kill you!"
y/n's mom rolled her eyes and started making y/n a plate. atsumu hurriedly jumped from his seat but he was too slow. y/n had already tackled him to the ground, (softly) punching him in the chest repeatedly.
"boys, enough! come eat before i throw you guys outside with nothing."
the two looked at m/n with wide eyes, who stood threateningly over them with a magazine rolled up in her hand. atsumu shoved y/n off him and rushed back to his seat, y/n following short after.
"thanks mom!"
"whatever, now both of you behave." she grumbled, reminding atsumu he had to wash dishes before leaving the dining room.
"i hate you." y/n sneered, snatching f/d out of atsumu's hand and drinking some.
"you love me~"
y/n gave a disgusted look, "don't make me throw up."
"i'm your best friend, you can't treat me like this!" he pouted, leaning his head in the palm of his hand.
"i'd honestly give you away for one f/n." y/n paused, it was honestly a joke but now thinking about it...with all those fans atsumu has he could probably pawn atsumu off for hundreds of f/d.
atsumu looked at his bestfriend horrified, was he actually thinking about it?! "y/n...say sike."
y/n simply pulled out his phone and opened the camera app, "smile." he quickly snapped the picture and opened instagram, "maybe i'll do a bid, start bid will be five f/d..." he mumbled.
"m/n! y/n is trying to sell me for f/d!" atsumu yelled, trying to snatch the phone from his friend. "y/n, y/n please don't do this.. i'll be the bestest friend ever i promise!"
"i only speak f/d, try again."
"okay fine i'll buy you f/d, hundreds of them i don't care."
y/n sadly deleted his post and threw his phone on the table with a pout, "deal."
y/n quickly finished his plate and stood from his seat, "have fun with dishes, i'll be in my room!"
he ran to his room before atsumu asked for help. atsumu stared at the sink sadly, "i hate my life."
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"your hair is really soft." atsumu murmured, running his fingers through the males hair as y/n played video games. today atsumu was actually invited over to the l/n house by y/n and not because m/n wanted him over.
"i know—fuck!" he said angrily, throwing down his controller and leaning back against his friend. "keep doing that thing."
atsumu laughed and continued to run his hands through y/n's hair, "you okay y/n?" ever since lunch today y/n had been acting weird, snappier than usual.
y/n nodded, leaning into atsumu's hand when he stopped his actions. "i have a headache but just stressed i guess.."
atsumu looked down at his friend as his head rested in his lap, he could clearly see the male had dark circles under his eyes. "are you getting enough sleep? have you been eating okay?"
it's only been a week since atsumu had last visited his best friend, but they were both busy lately so it wasn't unusual.
y/n shrugged, he honestly didn't remember if he was eating the proper amount he should be, but he couldn't really care less. as for sleep, he was spending most of his time with studies. his father had been on his ass for having low grades lately, even while in a whole different continent the man still managed to scold y/n over grades.
"that's probably why you have a headache you idiot." atsumu said with a sigh, reaching over to grab his water bottle from the bedside table and balance it on y/n's forehead.
y/n opened his eyes in annoyance, sitting up to drink the water he was offered then proceed to lay back down—not before chucking the water bottle to the corner of his room. he hated drinking water, and he knew it was bad but he couldn't find it in him to care.
atsumu grew irritated, "y/n you need to be taking care of yourself better." he tried to keep his voice low so he didn't worsen y/n's headache.
"too much of a hassle." y/n mumbled, blindly reaching for atsumu's hand and placing it back on his head. the blond immediately got the message and started running his hands through his hair once again. "see, you take care of me so i'm fine.."
atsumu shook his head, smiling when he noticed his friend had fallen asleep. he ran his thumb along his friends cheek, atsumu never really has the chances to admire y/n this way and for some reason he liked it.
"that's kinda gay bro." y/n mumbled when atsumu's thumb ran over his bottom lip.
atsumu instantly pulled his hand away, apologizing. y/n just shrugged, "i was joking, i honestly don't care."
"have you kissed anyone?"
y/n finally opened his eyes, "why are you asking this all of the sudden?"
atsumu shrugged, "i'm your best friend, am i not allowed to?"
y/n looked up at atsumu with raised brows, the blond was never really interested in y/n's relationships or anything like that. "if i didn't know any better i'd say you want to kiss me." he teased, reaching up to pinch atsumu's lips together.
atsumu pulled his hand away and nodded, "i do though." he said bluntly, making y/n freeze.
did he just—the fawk?!
"are you going to give me permission or should i just leave it?"
y/n tsk'd, "do what you want."
atsumu leaned down to gently place his lips on y/n's, pulling away with an uncomfortable face. "how did spider-man do that? that was the weirdest feeling."
