Haikyuu x Reader

Miya Atsumu - The Fourth Spring

Spring is the season of new life. Baby birds chirp in harmony as baby bunnies hop amongst the newly budding flowers. Everything is filled with a new wave of joy now that snow has melted away and the air has begun to warm. There were smiling faces in every direction and laughter danced on the wind along with the fresh pink cherry blossoms. Atsumu had never seen a more beautiful day, but maybe his mind was clouded with the anticipation to finally see you, to finally hold you in his arms, and share that first kiss as a married couple.

It had been a long year of planning and shopping, tasting cakes with various fillings and icings, trying on suits and dresses and making dozens of phone calls to every florist in the city because it seemed like no one would have white hydrangeas in time for the big day. But it was all about to be worth it. He had stood by your side for three springs now and he couldn't think of a better way to bring in this new spring than with you by his side, bearing his last name, silver bands tying you together.

Miya Atsumu had always believed that he would be much older and much further into his twenties when he decided to start being serious about his relationships and start actually looking for someone to spend his life with rather than just someone to have a good time with on the weekends. But all of those springs ago, you had taken him by surprise, showing him a whole new side of himself that he never wanted to let go. You had made him laugh and blush unlike anyone ever had and, even after all this time, his heart would still beat a little faster every morning when he would wake up to you sleeping peacefully next to him, hair tousled in a way that somehow only made you look more ethereal in the morning sunlight. Every time he placed a kiss to your temple right before he left for his morning run and heard the soft little whine as your sleep met a slight disturbance, it felt like his day was started off in the right direction. When each groggy, "I love you, princess," was returned with a sleepily slurred, "I love you too, 'mu," he swore that he had never felt happier. You really were his everything: his sun, his moon, his night, and his day. He had found you, his cherry blossom that drifted so elegantly on the breeze, in a field of wildflowers, never wanting to let you go another spring without you.

He reaches up to fix his collar for what felt like the thirtieth time that hour, hands shaking with nerves unlike any he's ever felt before. His groomsmen were dressed to the nines, straightening black ties, tying shoes, all preparing for Atsumu's final walk as a bachelor. He kept checking his phone, watching as the minutes ticked away, letting his lips slip into a smile every time his screen would light up to show you smiling back at him from his lock screen.

A buzz and a soft chime come along with a new notification.

1 new message from: Princess

are you done getting ready?

He quickly typed out a short reply of affirmation, watching as those three dots appeared shortly after his message. The chime signifying another new message.

1 new message from: Princess

think the boys will let you escape for five minutes?? i miss you :((

He didn't need to be told twice, fingers moving over letters with a meeting place, telling the others that he wanted to get a little bit of fresh air before they were all being stuffed into cars to make the trip to the park where it all began four springs ago. Atsumu ducked out of the hotel room that was serving as their dressing room for the morning, his pace quickening as he moved down the hallway towards the elevator. He had never wanted to see you more than he did right now. It had only been a few hours since the two of you had parted ways this morning, but there was nothing that he wanted to do more than hear your voice right now and watch the way your face scrunches up when you giggle.

You were the most beautiful sight he had ever seen and he couldn't help but let out a low whistle before letting his smile take over his face. Hair pinned perfectly, no strand out of place, lips painted with the prettiest shade of pink he had ever seen. His eyes were locked on you and he would be okay with never looking at anything else ever again. Atsumu could only laugh as you rolled your eyes at him, nevertheless standing from your seat to let him pull you into his arms, securing your body against his chest.

"You're so gorgeous, princess," he whispered, letting you pull away from him only so you could wrap your arms around his neck as his hands melted down from your back to hold onto your waist, thumbs making small circles against the fabric of one of his button-up shirts that you had borrowed to save your hair and makeup from the tragedy of getting ruined from a normal shirt. It still had whiffs of his cologne on the collar that was now mixed with the daintiness of your perfume.

Your fingers ran through the dark roots at the nape of his neck, nails creating that tingly sensation that always sent shivers through his spine. He probably looked so stupid, standing there with a goofy smile on his face, but if they were getting to marry you, he was sure that they wouldn't be able to hide their smiles either. These past years had been the happiest years of his life. He was living his dream, playing volleyball amongst life-long friends, getting to spend every waking moment doing what he loved. He really didn't think that it could get better, but he was pleasantly surprised at how addicted he had become to your kisses, to the sound of your voice, and how every single aspect of you became almost essential to his day-to-day happiness. Miya Atsumu never expected to fall in love so hard and so fast, but each time spring rolled back around and a new year by your side began, he found himself sinking deeper and deeper into that vast ocean, not a single desire to swim back to the shore ever crossing his mind.

His face nestled into the crook of your neck, his ose grazing gently against your skin as he moved slightly to place a short kiss on the exposed skin. His smile never faded as he continued moving his hands over your sides, letting you play with those short strands of hair. "I can't believe I get to marry you, princess," he whispered, the feeling of his breath against your skin tugging the edges of your lips into a gentle smile, that sense of familiarity easing whatever pre-wedding jitters had been bouncing around inside your head.

"Hey, 'mu?" You whisper, pulling his face away from your body so that you could look him in the eyes. His brown eyes scanned your face, searching for any signs of fear or regret, letting his shoulders relax when he found nothing but the typical shine of contentment in your eyes. "I'm really happy to be with you. I can't think of another man that I'd rather spend the rest of my life with or another last name that I would rather take."

Spring had become Atsumu's favorite season over the past four years. He used to hate every second of it. It brought allergies and bugs and too much rain for his liking. But, now spring was the season filled with cherry blossoms that sprinkled down onto you, forming crowns of pink that contrasted so beautifully against your hair. It was the season of first kisses from the love of his life and midnight allergies that brought you to him in a moment's notice. Spring was for tearful acceptances of proposals and for secret meetings between two young lovers, but most importantly, it was filled with "I do"s and vows of a never-ending love and devotion to one another, a binding kiss shared between a couple that never would have expected spring to have so much beauty hidden behind the flowers. It was for that pretty pink lipstick to be transferred onto a new husband's lips as he leaned in to steal a second kiss from his new wife.