Worth (Miya Atsumu)

7

"Miya Atsumu, why on earth are you here again? Spilling paint as well? Again."

Y/n didn't inform Akko that he also came yesterday a few minutes before she was about to leave. It'll probably save him from the embarrassment anyway.

"Forgot something?" (Y/n) asks. It was pretty much a routine, considering the fact that he's came into the art room for 3 days straight with the same excuse.

"Ah, relax Yamazaki-Senpai." He chuckles lightly, not wanting to use the same excuse,

"Can't I just meet up with my good friend (L/n)- San?"

Her eyes widen. They never established that they were friends, nor have they even spoken that much to even think of calling each other that. 

However, (Y/n) smiled sheepishly. "I guess we both have to clean this up now. Do we?"

The room was silent.

"Well? Don't just stand there!" Akko announces.

"Can't believe I'm stuck cleaning paint again..." Atsumu grumbled.

(Y/n) smiles, "Well you did make the mess."

He turns around to face her. Gripping onto the towel. Her gaze meets his.

"Atsumu-San." She calls out.

Breaking the "staring contest," he responds, giving her his attention, "Yeah?"

How would she word it? (Y/n) thought. Her ultimate plan was to get the setter to help spread the word about the art club. Surely, other students would start minding some attention to it then.

But judging from the fact that they aren't even close, what's the point in asking a favor from a guy you just met?

She doesn't hate the golden haired male. Not even close, just like many other girls, she finds him attractive. (Y/n) probably wouldn't find another girl who didn't point out his looks other than herself.

It's not a crush. She thought.

Definitely not.

"Are we friends?" She asks, looking away to hide her flustered face.

But this doesn't go unnoticed from Atsumu, who slightly smirks.

"Sure. Why do ya ask?" He moves his head towards your direction to meet your eyes again. Making you freeze.

"We barely know each other." She cuts to the chase.

Ouch. That hurt.

Atsumu groans into his pillow.

"What's wrong this time, drama queen?" Osamu deadpans.

After cleaning up his mess in the art room, Atsumu grabbed his belongings and headed home, waving the two girls a goodbye.

Now, he's just sulking.

To think that he would ever hear that sentence leave her lips. Well, it was true.

Maybe he just needs to spend a bit more time with her. Getting close. Something about her was different.

He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Stop being a baby , Tsumu." His brother points out.

Other girls would relish over the fact that Miya Atsumu calls them their friend. Even if they only talked for a mere few seconds.

Yet this girl simply questions it.

"I just don't get ya." Atsumu blurts out.

"Yeah, me neither." Osamu calls out, thinking it was meant for him.

"Shut up!"