𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 | miya twins

payment one

y/n hummed as they drove to get their iced coffee. it was a casual friday morning, with their daily schedule.

every friday they'd grab a iced coffee at the aesthetically pleasing coffee shop a couple miles away. y/n honestly didn't know why they were so obsessed with the minimalist look of the shop.

being a med student was an absolute pain in the ass though.

so much work, and for what? they rolled their eyes while parking their car in front of the shop. they grasped their laptop from the passenger seat.

y/n paraded into the coffee shop, determined to worsen their caffeine addiction. they stood at the counter, outlining the marks in the wooden platform.

the barista finally finished up with the last customer and started taking her order. y/n handed their credit card to the barista, praying to the lords above that they had enough money.

"Have a great day, mx!"

it felt like the tension had left their body immediately. y/n shot the barista a warm smile before heading to the corner of the shop to open up their laptop.

the view from outside was beautiful, a bluish gray sky reflected inside the coffee shop. today just felt perfect, like nothing could go wrong.

y/n had a calm smile spread across their face as they leaned back in the leather stool. the bright lights in the shop hung over them.

they cracked open their laptop as their fingers started moving rhythmically to the fading music in the background.

this atmosphere was perfect for y/n.

the fresh smell of coffee beans lingered around y/n's nose as they typed up a storm. it felt like they were on cloud nine.

after an hour, a empty coffee cup stood on the table as y/n shut their laptop.

they walked out of the store with a smile and a wave as they made it to their car.

y/n drove home, feeling content with all of the work they completed. it all happened in a split second.

y/n bumped their head against their steering wheel as they got rear-ended by another car.

they rubbed their head as they looked at the car behind them.

y/n's eyes widened as they smirked.

"looks like i don't have to pay for medical school."

the car that rear-ended them was a luxury car, in full out red. in y/n's opinion, it was the most hideous car they'd seen in their life.

paying money for a car that ugly? it was a shock to them.

suddenly, a man stepped out of the car. his hair was a platinum blonde color, and he had black shorts and a long sleeved gray sweatshirt on.

y/n's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"is that miya fucking atsumu?!"

they sunk in their chair, and pretended to be passed out. a couple minutes later, they heard a knock on their window.

"hey! yer not dead, are ya?"

he spoke in a fluent kansai dialect, which y/n didn't expect at all.

"i saw you move!"