Haikyuu x Reader

The Third Spring - Miya Atsumu

There was not a single thing that could ruin this perfect spring day. The sun was high in the sky without a single cloud in sight. It was warm and bright and nothing could ruin Atsumu's mood, not even the nervous twisting of his stomach or the clamminess of his palms. You just looked so pretty and the smile on your face as the soft breeze tossed your hair around was the only sight that he wanted to see for the rest of his days.

The clear skies and the new blossoms of flowers in every direction never failed to bring a new shine to your eyes that Atsumu found utterly enchanting, leaving him to count down the days to when he could see it again. Each year when he woke up to the grass starting to take back its green color and the trees beginning to sport new leaves, it was as if his day was instantly made whenever the sun would seep through the blinds to welcome him to a brand new spring day.

The park in which he took you on your first date, where you had your first kiss, where he had been bogged down by allergies, had become a favorite spot for the both of you. The cherry blossoms that lined the paths had become so much more than just trees full of flowers, they had become little beautiful pieces of memories that were sprinkled throughout your time together. They represented all of the laughs the two of you had shared, your body falling against his as you were overcome by giggles. They were the way that you would always scoop the petals up by the handful just to sprinkle them over his head, more than one slipping into his shirt, making your boyfriend jump and dance while he tried to become blossom-free again. They were the familiarity of lazy morning kisses pressed against his shoulder, the softness of your hand in his, the feeling of your fingers absently entangling in his hair whenever you were seated next to him on the couch, some show playing in the background.

Atsumu had your sandals in one hand, yours in the other. You hadn't been wearing the shoes for thirty minutes before complaining that they were torturing your feet. You said that the straps were rubbing your ankles and the absolutely miserable pout on your face was enough to have him leaning down to help you out of the strappy shoes.

"Didn't I tell ya' that they looked uncomfortable?" He joked, looking up at you as he slid your shoe off your foot.

You whined, playfully smacking the top of his head and offering him your other foot when prompted. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Whatever you say, Princess."

You just looked more at peace with the soft grass hitting the soles of your feet, feeling the coolness of the ground with each step. Even after all of these years, you still had the ability to steal every ounce of air from his lungs with one look, one smile. It was a feeling that he never thought he would experience. He'd heard other people talk about that feeling of being on cloud nine, like you're constantly dreaming, as if there wasn't anything that could tear down your good mood, and for years he had believed that it was impossible to feel that way about any one person. But, then, three springs ago, you had walked into his life without even realizing that you had his heart beating out of his chest and had him constantly checking to see if his hair looked alright, making sure that he sat up a little straighter and smiled a little wider just to get your attention. And he realized that if this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up. Atsumu wanted to remain in this blissfulness with you for as long as he could.

You tugged gently at his hand, no words exchanged, you just urged him to follow you down towards the shore of the pond where the ducks piddled about, shaking out their feathers as they swam. You didn't even give him a heads up before you plopped yourself down on the grass, pulling him down rather ungracefully to sit beside you. As if there was a magnet connecting the two of you, your head immediately found his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him to fidget with the tips of his fingers.