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It's been a while since you had your last wasted-worthy party. The last being before the summer ends with Tiffany and Rintarou.

You notice several cars parked on the driveway, some of them even blocking the street. You sigh in relief when you see more cars approaching to park in front of the mansion, knowing that if you were a minute late, you will have a hard time securing a parking space.

You immediately recognize the song blaring, feeling yourself goosebump upon hearing one of your favorites. 'Five Minutes To Midnight' by Boys Like Girls, it's been a while since I listened to this song, You thought as you roam your eyes around the area.

It's only been the first day of your collegiate life, yet you're already attending another party. You ditched the first day of class, knowing that it was only supposed to be a bunch of self-introductions and subject orientations.

You originally planned on sleeping your way through the night but Tiffany, a friend from highschool, nagged you the whole day about this welcome party.

Tiffany attended the class earlier, and being the extrovert that she was, it did not surprise you when she told you she already made friends.

"Stop whining and get your ass over here! I already made friends for you, all you have to do is show up! Bye!" You remember what Tiffany told you over the phone earlier, right before you decided to concede with her agendas and whatnot.

You had no choice either way, You told yourself right before you started getting ready. Even if you decided to ignore her calls, she would end up pestering you about it for at least a week.

While you slumped yourself in your sheets the whole day, Tiffany had fun introducing herself to all your classmates. She effortlessly built rapport with everyone, that if she opted to run for the student council on the same day, she'd be elected as the president right away. And being the great friend she is, she always includes you in her conversations with her new friends, saying things about you that will make you appear likeable to everybody.

Among your friend group, with Tiffany and Rintarou, Tiffany is the most outgoing one. You became friends with her right after with Rintarou. Unlike you, Tiffany actually likes volleyball, and she even played in Inarizaki's women's volley-team. Unfortunately, their team didn't make it to the nationals unlike Rintarou's.

Just as you lock your car, your phone vibrates, the buzz radiating through your whole palm. You see who was calling and immediately picks up the call when Tiffany's caller ID pops up on the screen.

"I'm here," You started, not moving anywhere from your spot in fear of embarrassing yourself just 'cause you don't know anyone here yet.

At first, you were unsure about going here because the address was unfamiliar — obviously, but fortunately the house was not too far from your apartment, so you gave in to Tiffany's request.

"Right! Where are you? I'll come outside!" She yells, trying to cancel out the background noise. Tiffany wouldn't even try telling you to come inside, knowing you'd just go straight home if she tells you that.

You tell her where you parked before hanging up. Tiffany was already doing shots when you called. Being the party animal that she is, she brings the filled shot glass with hard liquor to her mouth, chugging every drop upon hearing people chant 'bottoms up!' right before telling everyone you've just arrived.

You wait for her beside your car, not wanting to enter the unfamiliar place, especially when it's swarming with strangers and knowing no one except for your friend. You take time scanning the area, being in awe with how modern and stylish the mansion appeared.

This is way bigger than Lee's parties, you think to yourself, getting a little bit excited when you spot a smoke, which seemed to be coming from a bonfire, in the backyard. You immediately knew who the freshmen were among the crowd that's scattered outside the house. With the usual red cups resting on their hand, you can't help but think back to your last party before graduation.

"Ugh," You groan when Atsumu's face flashes before your eyes. Stop it, stop it! You shrug. You can't just always think about him whenever you're at a party, Y/n.

It's true, given what happened between the both of you, you always think of him, unintentionally, whenever you see anything that could easily bring you back to that same night, as if your brain's been set up to recall the memories when you saw the red cups.

Feeling already annoyed, you open your screen and dialed Rintarou's number. A few rings later, he picks up.

"What?" You were greeted by an irritatedly groggy voice from over the phone.

Rinatarou rubs his eyes while he waits for you to speak. He was sleeping when you called, already feeling the creeping headache because of the sudden buzzing of his phone that's been sitting beside his head on the mattress.

"Hello?" You bit your lip, already sensing his distress of interrupting his deep slumber in the middle of the night.

"You better have something important to say or else I'll hang up." Rintarou retorts, massaging his temple with his eyes closed.

He knows his friend, it's either you called because of something important, or you just wanted to bother him. It's either one of those or nothing.

You held back a chuckle, knowing damn well you just called to keep yourself occupied, and to save yourself from looking like a complete idiot for standing alone while waiting for Tiffany.

"Sooo..." You playfully drag your words, your hands burying inside your jacket's pocket. Rintarou scrunched his forehead, already getting impatient with the sudden disturbance. "How was your first day?" You almost laughed at the dumb question.

Rintarou infuriatingly backs his phone away from his ear, looking at his screen to make sure if he was talking to the same person he thinks he's talking to. His face distorts when he feels himself cringing at your unusual query.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He scowls, breaking your restrain which forces you to burst a laugh.

"Don't be rude! Is it wrong to miss my friend?" You excused, though Rintarou finds it amusing for you to call him at this odd hour.

While you and Tiffany goes to the same university, Rintarou moved to another city and enrolled to his dream university where he can pursue his passion in volleyball.

Rintarou heaves out a frustrated sigh and brings his arm to cover his eyes, his other hand still pressing his phone against his ear to talk to you.

"Y/N..." He pauses. You can already feel his impatience from the other line, making you scratch the side of your neck. "It's only been 30 minutes since I fell asleep," He sighs through his nose, his annoyance pushing his patience over the edge even further.

You bit your lip, withholding a giggle. You find it entertaining when you successfully push Rintarou's buttons. With him being easily provoked to anger, it wouldn't be a surprise if he develops hypertension just by tomorrow.

"Oh, okay. Bye!" You purposely hung up when you saw Tiffany approaching you, annoying him even more.

On the other end of the line, Rintarou drops his phone down and groans exasperatingly, thinking to himself how he managed to stay friends with you. He goes to sleep soon after.

Tiffany squealed upon meeting your eyes. She stretches her arms widely, getting ready to welcome you with a hug. You immediately mirror her actions and you end up being almost suffocated to death when she squeezed you within her body.

"Come on, come on! I want you to meet someone! I'm a hundred percent sure you'd like him!" She grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the entrance.

You didn't have time to process her words, you just let yourself trail behind her. You meet eyes with random strangers, some of them attempting to lock eyes with you, but you just look away. The last thing you want right now is for guys to misinterpret you wanting to flirt with them.

Your ears meet the familiar party song playing upon entering the huge house. With 'Bring it back' playing in the background, the party becomes even more lively to your liking.

You see group of girls dancing, twerking, with each other on one area. Your eyes lands on one girl dancing seductively, with guys and girls cheering for her when she lowers her body close to the ground, giving the audience a sweet chance to view how expertly she was shaking her ass.

You feel the hype when you see different groups of strangers entertain themselves with different games such as beer pongs and billiards. Tiffany was just as amazed as you when she first got here, so she feels glad when she sees your agazed reaction.

She grabs your wrist tighter, not wanting to slip off you when the both of you started to squeeze your way in through the pool of strangers drinking.

Your eyes lands on several people making out in the dark corners of the house. It also wasn't hard for you to notice some teenagers forming a line of white powder on the table, straightening it using a card before quickly sniffing it clean with what looks like a diy-straw. 

The people were either dancing, or chattering with each other. With their laughter being drowned out by the blasting music, you can smell the strong scent of alcohol flowing around the congested space.

Eventually, Tiffany leads you to the grand staircase. Some were drinking from their cups while sitting on the steps. They move their legs to make way for the both of you as you went upstairs.

I'm starting to get dizzy. You mutter inside your head. Fortunately, the both of you arrive where Tiffany has been leading you to.

"Guys, meet Y/n!" She let go of your wrist, calling the attention of the group of people circling around the table.

You notice the two pitcher filled with blue punch sitting on top of the table, red cups stacked beside them.

"Hey, boo!" One girl extends her arm, waiting for a hug. You smile at her before hugging her sidewards. "Tiffany wouldn't shut up about you!" She laughed, and Tiffany just chuckles at her remark. "I'm Olivia!"

"Hey," You tuck your hair behind your ear, feeling shy about being swarmed with new people.

"Here," A guy from the other end of the table hands you a newly-filled cup. Not to be rude, you reach out and take the cup from his hand.

"Thank you," You draw out a soft smile, glancing at the guy who gave you the drink.

You stare at the cup, your index finger running along its rim as you swirl the liquid inside.

The guy looked down, feeling flustered when your fingertips brushed against his skin. He couldn't deny how you effortlessly caught his attention when you walked in with Tiffany. While being completely in awe with how pretty you look, he silently blames the alcohol under his breath — insisting that he's just drunk for him to feel all jittery.

On the other hand, you find it a bit hard to match their energy. You quickly turn to Tiffany when she spoke.

"Y/n! I want you to meet Semi! He went to Shiratorizawa, I know you're familiar with the school." Tiffany gestures the guy who just handed you the cup.

You look at him but he was playing with his half-empty cup. You crinkle your brows, remembering the name of the school Tiffany gave you. Upon realization, you raise your eyebrows.

"Yeah, I know that school." You exclaim, making him turn his head towards you. You hold eye contact, which he struggles maintaining because he's getting all nervous just by looking at you. "Did you play volleyball?" You ask.

He grins, hoping that the dim, and flickering light hides his red-tinted cheeks. "Yeah,"

You nod in admiration, "That's cool." You say before bringing the rim of the cup to your lips, taking a sip of the punch.

Your jaw clenches upon tasting the sour/fruity flavor. It immediately subsides when the bitter hint of alcohol takes over your tongue just seconds later.

"He's the one throwing this party," Tiffany added, making me jolt my eyes back at him.

"You own this place?" You ask in awe. Semi looks down before letting out a small chuckle, completely astonished at how adorable your reaction was.

"I guess," He shrugs before taking another sip of his drink.

"And, he plays in a band." Tiffany nudges your arm, wiggling her eyebrows as if that was the best news she could give you.

"Tiffany says you're also a musician? Our Semi here is great in that department! Maybe you two could form a band or something," A guy beside Semi held him by the shoulders, obviously wooing his friend to you.

It's not long for you to sense how the majority of the people around the table was pimping their friend towards you. You blush upon the realization, hence you try to cover your face by looking down.

"I'm Hiro, by the way!" That same guy extends his arm over the table for you to shake, so you take it. After a firm handshake, he eyes his friend who was obviously flustered by all that's happening since you arrived.

All of you exchanged words with one another, already getting used to each other's company. It doesn't take long for you to feel comfortable around them, especially with Tiffany alongside you.

You just find it easier to make friends when you're with her because she does most of the talking. It's as if she is your spokesperson because she could practically make friends for you, just like what she did today.

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ON THE OTHER HAND, while the both of you were enjoying your new friends' companionship, someone's mood from outside was instantly shattered upon seeing you get out of your car earlier.

Just like what happened to you, Atsumu's mind became flooded with memories of the two of you having sex at Lee's party when he, unexpectedly, laid his eyes on you.

Having the same mentality as you, Atsumu also didn't attend the first day, that's why either him, or Tiffany, did not have an idea that you're in the same university as him.

The fruity flavor of the punch earlier instantly became an intolerably sour taste that sits on top of his taste buds upon seeing your face again.

He watched you from where his car was parked. It wasn't hard for him to make friends, despite being absent on the first day. Given his charismatic personality, he easily gathered his people.

However, when he saw you talking on the phone with someone before being led inside by Tiffany, his mood went downhill in a blink of an eye.

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ATSUMU DOES HIS BEST to keep his composure. He looks away and chugs the remaining liquid from his cup when he loses sight of you. His newfound friends kept on talking, but the words they say just goes over his head. Now that he saw you again, his mind was overflowing with flashbacks from that night — the same night that kept you awake for weeks.

He instantly remembers being ashamed because of how he tried contacting you the next day. Typically, he's the one receiving messages the next morning after hookups, but ever since you left him right after the session, it made him question himself.

"Didn't I do well?"

"Why did she suddenly leave? I made her cum, twice even."

"Why did she act like I'm the only one who enjoyed the sex?"

Those are some of the questions Atsumu proceeded to ask himself right after you stormed out of the room. He vividly remembers how ridiculous he looked circling around the whole house looking for you. Little did he know you immediately went home after that, running away from embarrassing yourself even further.

That was what you were feeling after having sex with him — embarrassed. Despite having an amazing time with him, the idea of Atsumu ghosting you after getting what he wanted put you in disdain, thus forcing yourself to keep his messages unreturned.

You never left his mind since that night, which bothered him, to a great extent, on how your little acquaintance together left a mark tattooed on himself — a mark he struggled brushing off.

Your presence isn't new to Atsumu, given you were mostly with Suna, he's already made aware of you. He actually found you pretty attractive and hot, but he subsequently backed off upon hearing that you had a boyfriend.

Atsumu weren't expecting anything to happen between the two of you that night, but the way you looked at him while he was doing body shots with a random girl rushed him into impulsivity, hence the overhearing of your conversation with Tiffany. Only from that moment he knew you were single, that's why he took his chance, grabbing the opportunity like an open door — of flirting with you.

He thought it'd be all over once he had a taste of you, but he was wrong. It took him every ounce of his strength not to message you the next morning, which he obviously failed at. Texting you with the intent of keeping in touch with you was already a step on his ego — more so when you didn't reply to any of his texts. The first time he contacted a girl was also the first time he felt rejected, which he had trouble recovering from.

As a way of coping, Atsumu did sleep with another girl after you. He tried clearing his head by having sex with somebody else, but ever since what happened, he just couldn't grasp the fact that something definitely changed. With once a supposed enjoyable hookup became a dungeon of suppressed memories, and possibilities of what could've happened if he stopped you from leaving that night.

With clenched jaws, Atsumu hangs his head backward before taking a deep, steady breath. He stares at the stars above the dark sky, hoping it will calm him down and eventually just forgets about you.

"Hi," He looks at the girl who approached him. Atsumu runs his gaze up and down the female's body, checking her out.

The girl immediately blushes upon seeing Atsumu do that. She was eyeing him for a while now, seeing how hot and appealing Atsumu is, she had the help of her friend to get close to him — that friend being one of Atsumu's new acquaintances.

"Hey." He smirks, feeling proud of himself.

'That's right, that girl doesn't deserve you obsessing over her when you could get any girl you want just by putting up a smile'. Atsumu thinks to himself, pertaining to you, when he sees the flushed cheeks of the girl in front of him.

Atsumu sighs and leans against the hood of his car, signaling the girl to get close to him, which she did right away. Atsumu isn't planning on getting laid tonight as he wanted this night to be casual, but upon seeing you again makes him think otherwise.

"I'm Ally, what's your name?" The girl was shy and sounds demissive. Atsumu displays a soft grin at the girl, knowing damn well how much it makes her heart flutter right on the spot.

"Miya," Atsumu holds out a hand, waiting for the girl to take it. The girl being completely oblivious of Atsumu's plan on having her as his distraction, she takes his hand and blushes upon feeling how soft his hands were.

"Uhm, is that your name or..."

"Surname." He presses his lips together, already feeling bored of the senseless introductions.

That's another thing that's been pushing him over the edge. Ever since meeting you, introductions with girls — which he always does — suddenly became a waste of time. The thrill of conversing with strangers started wringing him out, finding it nonsensical, which left him unavailable for the entire, remaining months from that party, up till graduation.

Yes, that long. The time of the year wherein he's supposed to enjoy and be wild with his friends and girls, he ends up spending it with Osamu, forcing his twin brother to teach him how to cook even though he almost burned their house down — more than once.

Even Osamu was flabbergasted at how clingy his twin brother had suddenly become, and he couldn't help but get intrigued with what caused such change, although he knew he wouldn't get a proper answer if he asked.

For the next minute, Atsumu's mind flew, leaving the girl talking with herself. He starts to get annoyed but he just couldn't tell the girl off just like that, she seems genuinely sweet and Atsumu already feels bad just by thinking about it.

"I actually need to refill this," Atsumu politely cuts the girl off, gesturing to his empty cup. Ally looks at him and smiles innocently before nodding.

"Sure, uhm..." She pauses, having Atsumu patiently wait for her to stop fiddling with her fingers. Atsumu starts getting impatient but keeps his cool in order to not appear rude. "Do you want me to come with you?" It was obvious that the girl wants to throw herself onto him, she's just not drunk enough to have the courage to do so.

Atsumu smiles at her before lightly shaking his head, being careful not to offend her in any way. "No need, I'll be back in a minute." He does not waste any more second and just strides towards the entrance.

Atsumu starts to feel himself getting pissed and with whatever reason, he just wants to leave the place but something, or someone, is stopping him. Though he excused himself to grab another drink, Atsumu marches inside the mansion, squeezing his way through the groups of people in hopes of seeing you again.

JUST AS YOU FINISH your 4th cup of the night, you tap your cup on Tiffany's arm, asking her to fill it for you again 'cause the pitcher was right beside her. Without looking at you, she takes the empty cup from your hand and hangs it under the pitcher's dispenser, refilling the red plastic with the pigmented, blue punch.

It's only been almost an hour since you started talking to them but it already feels like you've known them forever. The vibes and the atmosphere of this friend group brings you comfort, which made you silently thank Tiffany in your head for introducing them to you.

You spent the whole hour joking and talking about other stuffs with them. As time runs, you start to feel hot around your nape, making you gather your laid-down hair into your fist before fanning the back of your neck. Desperate for some cool air, you hang your head backwards, lifting your hair slightly higher. You hum in pleasance when you feel the soft cushions of the couch press against your back, having you completely sink your body against the backrest.

You're not much of a heavy drinker, but when you get drunk, all you have to do is regurgitate the alcohol out of your system, then you'll be fine.

As you feel the alcohol starts to trace every inch of your skin, you release your hair and shake both of your arms, casting off the dizziness that's fogging your senses.

"Hey, you doing okay?" You refocus your attention to Semi who tapped your shoulder upon noticing your behavior.

You straighten your back before turning to him. Your hazy eyes and tired smile displays, "Yeah, why?"

Semi almost couldn't handle your drunken eyes so he looks away, hiding his flushed cheeks. During the whole time you were here, there was no denying that he became quiet. Even Hiro noticed his sudden change of behavior. However, knowing the exact reason for his mood shift, Hiro disregards his silence and quietly teases his friend through side-eyes.

"Nothing, you look pretty awful—" Semi's smile fades upon realizing what he said.

Oh shit, He thinks. He looks at you with wide eyes, hoping to see the absent look of insult on your face. He only meant to say that you were starting to look pale, which isn't a good thing, but his construction of words does not give justice to what he was really thinking. That was dumb as fuck, Hiro teases his friend in his head.

With literally nothing running on your mind, you look at him, curious as to what he means by that. Semi is beginning to miscalculate your expression, thinking that what he said might have offended you.

"W-What I mean is that you look like you're going to throw up anytime soon..." He chuckles, feeling embarrassed.

Clueless, you just look away and take your cup from Tiffany's hand. Tiffany's busy talking with Olivia about some boy drama. You did try to participate in the topic, but such issues just don't spark your interest, hence leaving you just drinking while forcing yourself to listen to them.

"You know what," You clear you throat after gulping down the punch. Semi looks at you, at your lips, when you wiped them clean with your jacket's sleeve. "You're actually right—I need to throw up or else I'd end up dead." You exaggerate before standing up, catching the attention of those around the table.

"Where you going?" Tiffany turns to you. She tugs on the hem of your fitted dress, trying to get your attention. Just like you, Tiffany is also drunk, drunker than you even, since she got here at an earlier hour.

You scrunch your face, swallowing back a burp. "Bathroom."

"I'll show you the bathroom," Semi cautiously stands up beside you, making sure to keep a solid distance between your bodies.

You narrow your eyes at him, "Nah, I can manage—" You are cut off by your own tongue when you remember that he owns this house. You flash him a cheeky grin. "Aight, lead the way."

You're aware that you're already slightly intoxicated from the alcohol, making you noticeably tumble back and forth. Semi is successful at reading your body language, that's why he silently guards your body from falling down.

"Take care of Y/n, Semi!" Tiffany waves, obviously wasted already, before turning back to Olivia. Even drunk, Tiffany knows that Semi already has a thing for you, so when the memory of your ex cheating on you flashes her mind, Tiffany blurted that out.

You ignore your friend's word and starts walking, but for Semi, he spends the entire minute thinking what Tiffany could have meant by that. He leads you where the bathroom is, with Semi walking in front of you, you struggle walking straight because of the acid inside your stomach already refluxing.

'I badly need to throw up right now'. You do you best to keep yourself from vomiting. Your eyes begin to water and several uncontrolled gagging escaped your mouth, having you cover it with your hand.

Semi goes down the stairs so you follow close behind him. The people has only gotten wilder compared to when you arrived. Nausea hit you hard when you spot a group of people circling a table, chanting 'more'. Seeing people do body shots push the acid back your throat as the night spent with Atsumu starts to swamp your mind.

"Here—" You no longer wait for Semi to finish his sentence when you sprint inside the bathroom, slamming it shut behind your back. You accidentally bump into Semi's shoulder but you couldn't bear apologizing when you felt the liquid knocking to be released from your throat.

The guttural sound of you vomitting echoes around the enclosed space. Not feeling any disgust, you grasped the toilet tightly as you feel your stomach squelching roughly, draining every drop of alcohol in your system. The pungent, fermented odor of the alcohol aggressively barged in your nostrils, making you retch in disgust.

"Oh, fuck." You groan when you start to recover from the gut-wrenching episode. You feel your temples throb, as if your brain was hammering from inside your skull.

You place your elbows on the edge of the toilet sit before massaging your temples. You no longer feel intoxicated, you just need to catch your breath because throwing up drained your energy.

It was then you realize that you were sitting on the tiled-floor, the coldness slowly crawling on your skin ever since the heat from the alcohol left your body. You lazily reach the handle to flush the toilet, not glancing at the nauseating product of your inebriety.

"Y/n? You alright in there?" You look at the door when Semi knocked from outside, the loud music muffling his voice.

You throw your head back before inhaling sharply. "Yeah! I'll be out in a sec!" You shout before standing up.

You smile to yourself when you no longer feel dizzy. Then, you look at yourself in the mirror. The redness of your face and chest starts to subside. You fix your hair and clothes before turning on the faucet to wash your hands and gurgle.

Outside, Semi patiently waits for you while you finish your business. Being the one who threw the party, he receives waves and greetings from mostly strangers that pass by him. Even he has already feeling a little bit tipsy but in comparison with you, he has a better grip of himself when it comes to being wasted.

Some girls give him the look, but he politely decline by ignoring their indirect invitations. It was unusual for him not to flirt back, and he don't even need to guess wildly for him to know who's causing him to do that.

He looks down as he crosses his arms. Semi could no longer hide the smile curling up on his lips as he thinks back to when your fingertips brushed against his.

"Hey!"

Semi's thoughts are interrupted when someone approaches him. He looks up and meets the eye of one of the infamous twins from the Inarizaki High.

"What's up?" Semi stands straight and extends his hand for Atsumu. They both slap hands in a quick high five before pulling into each other in a brief, solid hug.

Atsumu was directly contacted by Semi to attend his party. Having their schools compete in the nationals before, the both of them are made aware of each others, especially that the both of them were setters.

"You need anything?" Semi asks, mirroring the smile plastering on Atsumu's face.

Atsumu presses his lips together and stretches his arms inside his pockets. He looks around, still looking for you. "Nah, I'm good. I'm just looking for someone,"

"Really? Who?" Semi tilts his head, drawing interest.

Atsumu smirks upon remembering your face, especially when he spots the group of teenagers doing body shots. He's kind of wishing to see you around here, letting the deja vu strike him hard.

"Someone from high school," Atsumu maintains his safe replies.

Semi nods, thinking of other things to say so that it wouldn't be awkward between them. As when he was about to say something, Atsumu speaks.

"Imma head upstairs," He taps Semi's shoulder, bidding goodbye.

As much as he wants to catch things up with Semi, his mind just can't shake you off. The only thing that can make his night complete is if he sees, and hopefully talks, with you again.

"Sure, make yourself at home." Semi replies, motioning the way towards the staircase.

Atsumu was about to turn around and leave when the bathroom door behind Semi opened.

"Sorry... I hope I didn't make you wait for too long." You open the bathroom door and proceeds outside. Feeling refreshed, you can now face Semi again.

With your gaze busy eyeing your clothes, you miss the chance of seeing Atsumu standing in front of you. You chuckle and turn to Semi, who is already looking at you, before forming a cheerful smile.

"Let's go back?" You unintentionally strike Semi with your enticing appearance, making his heart beat faster.

Even you feel yourself become lighter after throwing up, which makes you glad because you just can't stand feeling sick because of the alcohol.

Semi clears his throat, not wanting to snitch on himself too much, and cracks a shy smile at you. "Sure." Is the only answer he is able to produce.

You take a deep breath and let the defeaning music, together with wild cheering from the crowd, fill your senses. Just as you are about to walk past Semi, you stop on your tracks when you see the person standing in front of you.

You feel a lump get stuck in your throat as your heart starts hammering your chest. Atsumu, on the other hand, was just as taken aback as you. No thoughts were present in his head, it was just you, and the memories of you he could think of.

You start to get dizzy again, the person you worked hard forgetting is now standing in front of you. Semi isn't behind of sensing something odd from the two of you. He glances back and forth between you both. He then turns to you, seeing how you instantly went pale upon seeing Atsumu.

"Y/n? Is something wrong?" Semi gently nudges your arm, snapping you out from your defiant sentiments.

You look away, not wanting to see Atsumu even in your peripherals. You feel how your hands turn cold, being completely weakened by Atsumu's intimidating stare.

"N-Nothing, I'll just go ahead—" You shifted your feet to leave but a hand stops you.

You freeze, knowing damn well it isn't Semi who's stopping you from leaving.

"Can we talk?" The situation isn't easy for Atsumu to swallow, but the uncalled desperation settles fittingly in his mind. He wants to talk to you — he needs to talk to you.

You look at him intently, rather with a glare. You need him to let go of you, but something inside you tells that having him let you go isn't what you want. Goddammit, You curse in your head.

His grip remains on your arm. You fight his pleading gaze while Semi looks at the both of you alternately, completely confused with the exchanging of looks.

'Is Y/n the one Atsumu was looking for?', Semi asks himself in his head, feeling a bit uneasy by the thought of you being in a relationship with him.

"I need to get back—"

"Please?" Atsumu cuts you off, tracing his hand with yours before giving it a light squeeze.

You look away as you feel your heart melting. You don't quite understand why Atsumu's acting this way. What happened between the two of you was a mere one-time thing, so it's normal to be perplexed by Atsumu's actions.

You glance at Semi, who is quietly watching the two of you, before sighing. Not wanting to argue with Atsumu in front of him, you secretly roll your eyes.

Atsumu cracks a smile of content upon seeing a glimpse of your annoyance, hinting your defeat.

You turn to Semi with an apologetic look, "You can go ahead, I'll follow you in a minute." You give him a warm smile, making him blink.

"Oh," Disappointment is heard from his tone of voice but you didn't quite catch that.

As for Atsumu, his brows furrow as he studies Semi's facial expression, already getting annoyed that he may have a thing for you.

"Sure, I'll tell Tiffany." He forces a grin.

"Thank you!" You say before turning to Atsumu who's still looking at Semi.

You tug your arm, making him look at you. You shoot him a sharp glare when you see that he's still holding your hand.

"Oh, right." He smirks before tucking his hands inside his pockets.

You sigh out of frustration before walking past him. Atsumu nods at Semi before quickly following you outside the house, afraid that he might lose sight of you. The last thing he wants right now is to find you already ditching his attempts to talk to you again.

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Damn this, you look away, avoiding eye-contact when he lifts his face to meet yours.

"Well, clearly I have a lot of time to waste." Atsumu clears his throat. He looks at you uninterestedly, trying to get a reaction out of you. "I just saw you first, but if I happened to see another girl before you, we wouldn't be talking right now." He adds, making you clench your jaw.

Your head starts to fume with anger. You don't know why you feel hurt with what he said. This is the exact reason why I tried to cut contacts with you, you curse Atsumu in your head. You glare at him, meeting his arrogant stare. You try to dismiss how infuriating it is to think that you're only a choice because he saw you first.

The smug look on Atsumu's face starts to fade. He begins to regret his words when he sees the look on your face.

You look away, not wanting to put up with his bullshits anymore. You start to step past him, wanting to leave - but for the second time, his hand catches your arm. You feel his tight grip tugging you back in front of him.

"What the fuck?" You grouch, glowering at him when you stumble, almost falling.

He lets go of you after he makes sure you're back standing in front of him. You hide your surprise when you see Atsumu's wrinkled forehead. Why does he look so mad?, you find it hard to gulp. Your hands start to tremble when Atsumu slightly takes a step forward, making you shift your foot backwards.

"You think... I'm a pain in the ass?" He asks slowly, raising his eyebrows. Your heart begins thumping roughly against your chest when you think that what you said might have offended him.

You try to open your mouth to say something, but it presses back into a thin line when you can't think of a single word to say.

Seeing your stunned look, Atsumu tries hard to contain himself. "What does that make you?" But he couldn't stop himself from provoking you.

"What?" You reply, already getting mad as well upon realizing what he's trying to imply.

"I'm not a fucking mirror, Y/n." Atsumu blurts out, staring at you intensely. "If I'm a pain in the ass, then you're a pain in my ass."

"Hah!" You laugh, turning sidewards as you palm your forehead. "Are you fucking kidding me? What the fuck is your problem, Miya?" You scowl at him.

He steps back, shifting his weight on one leg leaning behind him. He cocks a brow at you, not having any of your attitude.

"News flash — it's only a basic human decency not to ghost someone after having sex with them!" Atsumu says in a 'duh' tone.

He wants to laugh at himself on how hypocritical he sounds. Being the big talker he is now, he suddenly remembers how he'd always sneak out and cut ties after waking from a one night stand.

"Wow," You whisper, not having any of his arrogance. "You're unbelievable." You chuckle out of frustration. "I don't understand you,"

"Why not?" He whisper-yells.

"Why would I fucking contact you? It was just a random hookup and nothing else! I'm not fucking obligated to answer any of your calls or texts!" You can't help but yell at him.

"Why?"

"Just because!—Oh my fucking god..." You stop yourself from screaming too loud.

You catch your breath as you cover your face with both of your palms. You wipe your brows aggressively, as if it will help you understand why Atsumu's acting like a fucking child.

The situation was unclear for both of you. None of you were saying what you truly feel, leaving the two of you in a complete state of misunderstanding. Atsumu stays silent, watching you turn red due to exasperation. His ego was so hurt that he didn't notice how he was imposing himself too much.

Atsumu looks away, feeling defeated. Normally, he'd just leave in the middle of arguments, but he just doesn't want to leave you - even if the both of you were yelling at each other, he wants to stay, as long as it's with you.

Silence flooded the space around the two of you. Only the muffled music from inside the house and the layering cricket noises were heard. You start to cool down, your breathing returns to its normal cycle.

It doesn't take long for you to feel bad for yelling at him. You heave out a heavy sigh, silently complaining as to how you ended up in this situation. You take a shy glance at Atsumu, your heart racing upon seeing him looking at his feet.

Atsumu's lips continue to quiver as he thinks of what to say. Regretting that he may have pushed himself too far, he doesn't want to say anything else that might make you walk out.

"What do you really want from me?" You finally mustered the courage to ask him directly.

You sharpen your gaze, readying yourself to receive Atsumu's overwhelming presence. You stiffen when he looks at you, his eyes deeply pierces right through your skull. You can't seem to figure out what's on his mind. Atsumu's eyes soften as he takes a step forward, making you freeze.

"You really wanna know what I want, Y/n?" He emphasizes your name, provoking you. His eyes wander your whole face, as if memorizing even the tiniest detail of it.

You gulp, the intensity almost makes it audible. You know he's getting closer but your feet feel like they've been nailed down the solid ground, thus having him enclose the space between the both of you. You slowly look up at him, catching the silent plea in his eyes that's begging for connection.

"How dare you..." Atsumu breathes out, his face leaning closer to yours.

You feel your skin turn cold — but the longing heat inside you starts to leap out from where Atsumu stretched your emotions beyond your control.

"W-Why are you so mad at me..." You whisper, your eyes losing sight of his as the shadow casts from behind him. "I don't know what you want..." You look away, barely holding yourself together.

Atsumu fixes his unnerving gaze at you, weight so intense like a storm waiting to erupt. He takes a deep, steady breath as his jaw sets a hard line, hardly restraining the tension. All he could ever think of right now is holding himself back from slamming you against your car before kissing you demandingly.

"What I want..." He pauses, making you swallow in anticipation. "...is to throw you in your backseat and fuck you until you hold me tight like your life's depended on it."

Your breath hitch, words being caught up in your throat as Atsumu's words overwhelm you. His voice was low and firm, but it sounded loud enough in your ear that it got you thinking everybody else heard it.

"What..." You're out of words. Your hands are shaking, not in fear but with how his confession sets your mind in need of him.

Atsumu's eyes darted on your lips, having him lick his as his lower lip quivers in desperation. Your breathing becomes evident, and the struggle was too much for him as well.

"I-I..." You stutter, not about being clueless on what to do — but rather not knowing how to tell him you need him too.

He raises his hand to softly brush your cheek with his thumb, his eyes softening upon seeing you shiver under his touch. You couldn't help but to close your eyes, your body becoming hotter as his touch lingers in your skin.

"Tell me to leave and I will..." You open your eyes, your heart pounds as his dark gaze locks with yours. "... but I'm not gonna be responsible for what happens next if you say you want me too."

Atsumu presses his forehead against yours, making you hold your breath. Everything around you seems to stop when he traces his palm to cup the side of your neck, angling your face upwards. Your chest rises and falls when you feel his lips dangerously close to yours, leaving trails of goosebumps radiating along your skin.

"Tell me..." He slightly tilts his head, adjusting his face in the perfect position to close the distance between your lips. "Do you want me to leave?" He asks painfully slow, leaving you agonizingly hanging.

"Fuck you." You curse at him, being wary of your defeat. A self-assured smirk curls up on his lips, his voice sounding tantalizing.

"Gladly." He says before letting you hungrily capture his lips.

A soft moan escapes your throat when he slides his hand to grip your hair, bringing you even closer to him. His other hand makes its way to grab your waist, giving you a gentle squeeze before pulling your body against his. Your hands automatically hug him by his neck, dismissing the remaining distance between the two of you.

You no longer care if somebody sees you, all you're thinking right now is how Atsumu's gonna take care of your body.

He slides down his hand from your neck to the side of your body, his hand going under your jacket.

"Hmf..." You quietly moan when he pushes you against your car, using the position as an opportunity to press his body harder into yours.

Atsumu's tongue sought entry through an intense flick, making you grip a handful of his hair. You oblige, letting his tongue wrestle with yours inside your mouth.

When he's had enough of your waist, Atsumu's hands descend down your ass, possessively squeezing it to get a moan out of you — which he succeeded on. You hang your head back, resting it against the cold, metal material of your car.

"Atsumu..." The formality completely slips your mind, moaning his name when he traces his lips down your neck, sucking on it.

Atsumu couldn't help but smile against your skin, knowing how good he makes you feel sends him drowning with his own desire.

"Y/n," Atsumu murmurs, gliding his lips along the side of your neck where you're most sensitive.

"H-Hmm?" Your voice cracks in a needy tone when his hand slides under your skirt, grabbing your bare ass.

"Keys." Atsumu mutters under his breath, feeling himself about to explode from the torturous anticipation.

You bite your lip before tugging on his hair, making him look at you. You meet Atsumu's hazy eyes, further igniting your unspoken lust.

He smirks when he sees your shaky hands reach for your keys inside your jacket's pocket. "Relax, I'm not going anywhere." He chuckles, voice charming and enticing enough to make you drunk.

You press your lips together when your hand comes in contact with your keys. You hold eye contact with him — the tension between the both of you worsening — as you press the button on the remote.

"Get in." Atsumu firmly states upon hearing your car doors unlock.

"O-Okay," You sound panicked, making Atsumu look away to hide his tempting laughter.

He savoured the satisfaction of having this kind of effect on you, his pride flourishing by the way he's got you captivated.

He backs off a little when you turn around to open your backseat. Your thoughts are scattered all over the place, making it hard for you to think straight. Right now, your body's just acting upon its own, your heart taking over your senses.

You quickly crouch down and enter the car, having Atsumu follow you right after before closing the door. You bend down, reaching for the front seats' handle so that you could adjust them further away from you, giving you more space.

"Hey!" You yelp when Atsumu suddenly pulls you into him, making you sit on his lap with your back pressing against him.

Atsumu couldn't hide his smirk when he leans back as he presses you down on him. "Loosen up, baby." He hums in your ear while gently squeezing your shoulders, relaxing you.

The sound of Atsumu's raspy, needy voice had you shutting your eyes closed. His fingertips brush along your arms, tracing them up and down your skin several times before trailing towards your knees.

You feel your clit desperately pulsate at how Atsumu's touch shoves you into some kind of unrecognizable trance. Fuck, you keep moaning inside your head, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of taking full control of you just yet.

Your breath hitches when he pushes your legs wide open, hooking them on his thighs. The fabric of your fitted dress harshly inches higher, revealing more of your skin with a subtle shift. You lean your head back on Atsumu's shoulder, harshly biting your lower lip when his palms massaged your knees up to your inner thighs.

"Mphh..." You bite the inside of your cheek, feeling yourself getting aroused under his delicate touch.

"Take your jacket off for me, baby." He whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending chills travelling down your spine.

You take a deep breath before pulling your jacket off. He helps you throw it at the front. He was about to pull you back onto him when you suddenly reached for your panty, pulling it down without a word before throwing it in a pile with your jacket. Atsumu steals a glance of how eager you appeared before quickly pushing you against him again.

His nose touches the side of your neck. Atsumu catches a whiff of your perfume, the masculine impression of your lingering scent teases his senses even more. You throw your head against his shoulder, granting him more access to your neck as his hands travel to play with your strap.

"Ahh..." You moan when he bites your ear, gently tugging at your soft skin as he begins to pull down your dress' strap.

He licks the skin below your ear before squeezing it with his teeth. You hiss at the light sting, which quickly faded when his tongue licked the mark.

Atsumu settles a series of soft kisses on your shoulder, nipping and licking gently. Growing impatient, Atsumu places his hand dangerously close to your core, making you shudder.

"You make me fucking hard, Y/n." Atsumu grunts, voice almost cracking.

"Oh fuck!" Your back arches when he press his middle finger flat on your throbbing clit. His other hand holds you in place while you feel his hardened cock poking on your back.

You whimper when his fingers move in circular motions, stimulating your clit.

"Damn it," Atsumu curses under his breath when he feels how wet you are.

"H-Hmpf—" Your breath gets caught in your throat when his fingers move faster.

Atsumu's head started spiraling, hearing your throaty moans drive him insane - it had him remembering those moments when he touched himself several times thinking of you. You were the concrete reason why he no longer enjoys having sex with anybody else, and he had no idea why. And now, with you back under his control, Atsumu would give everything just to cum with you again.

You start to shake above him, making him pin you against him harder. Your hand leans on the backseat, supporting yourself from falling off him. His body syncs with yours as his fast fingers send your body the waves of his yearning intentions.

You feel your core tighten, hinting at the orgasm building up, "A-Atsu..." You whimper, out of breath.

The unintentional nickname makes Atsumu's ears perk up, "I like that, keep calling me that." He kisses your jaw.

His middle and ring finger presses against your clit a little harder, adding more pressure before moving it sideways aggressively. Your mouth falls open, your back arches when you feel yourself cumming.

Atsumu groans when you reach your climax, making him hug your body tight against him. His hand travels to hold your thigh open for him, his fingers tapping your clit mercilessly as you drain yourself on his hand.

He bites your neck, sucking on your skin as your body's reacting involuntarily to the intensity of his fingers. How you almost choke on your moans and your slippery folds sounded too erotic for him — electrifying his craving for your body even more.

"F-Fuck—Stop..." You catch Atsumu's hand, stopping him from overstimulating you even more.

It was then you felt the heat inside the car when Atsumu stopped. The thin sheen of sweat covers your body, but instead of cooling you down from your high, it only fuels the fire inside your body even more.

You can literally feel Atsumu's heart thumping against your back. You let out a tired chuckle, thrilled by the idea of him enjoying this as much as you. You lick your lips when his palms caresses your thighs, helping you recover from the stimulation.

On the other hand, Atsumu's barely holding himself together. "Get up." He firms in your ear, making you open your eyes. When he gets no reaction from you, he taps your thigh, signaling you to lift yourself up. "Come on, face me." It's not hard for you to notice the growing impatience in Atsumu's tone.

His jaw tightens when you shuffle your legs before shifting to face him. He places his hand on top of your head, preventing you to bump yourself on the roof of your car. When you successfully turn to him, he grabs your hips and let you sit on top of him again — this time, facing each other.

His heart clenches upon seeing your lewd face, having him lose control over his senses. He wastes no time — he grabs you by your nape before bringing you to meet his longing lips.

His other hand arches your back as he press you against him more. Atsumu's mouth falls open, breaking the kiss when you grind your bare, slick folds on his bulging cock — the rough texture of his pants adding to the sensation that's driving you insane all over again.

"A little help would be nice," Atsumu tries to sound cocky, but the shakiness of his voice betrays him.

You bite your lip, smirking as you see his eyes dart towards his pants. With the overflowing excitement possessing your senses, your hand reaches for his belt.

His eyes intently watches you as you let his cock spring free. You lift your hips a little, sliding his pants and underwear just above his knees.

Atsumu's hand slides up and down your thighs after you settle on top of him comfortably. He grips your hips when he sees you eyeing his dick - letting you see how it twitch, hungry for any kind of friction.

"You're wet," The words slide from your tongue, forcing an amused chuckle from Atsumu.

"No shit." He cocks a smile before bringing your chin up to look at his eyes. "Kiss me," He whispers, his eyes tattooed on your lips.

Even though he demands you to kiss him, he restlessly pulls you towards him — roughly locking his lips with yours.

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"Hmm,"

"So, you know the guy? I mean, you were from Shiratorizawa, it's impossible for you to not know a person who has that grand of a title." Hiro can't help but to laugh at how absurd it must be competing against a guy with such a title — not that he think's his friend's no match for him.

"Yeah, we played with them once."

"You won?" Hiro asks, making Semi remember the first time he witnessed how much of an animal Atsumu was on court.

"No."

"No?"

"Yeah. They were too good," Semi chortles bitterly, making Hiro quiet. "Atsumu's an amazing player, couldn't stand a chance against him."

The hint of an alternate meaning with what Semi said makes Tiffany sigh loudly. She gives Hiro a 'what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-your-friend-he's-too-negative-look'. Hiro just shrugs, completely unaware as to why Semi was in such despair right now.

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THE VIBRATION OF YOUR PHONE sitting on your bedside table wakes you from your sleep. You groan upon meeting an intense throb inside your skull, making you wince in pain. You rub your eyes, the sun glowing through the spaces between your blinds.

You blink a few times, letting your eyes adjust to the dim surroundings of your room. Without looking, you extend your arm and take your phone from the nightstand before turning off the alarm.

Since you can't properly see the wall clock across your room, you open your phone.

"Ugh." You groan, getting frustrated on how bright your phone screen is.

You quickly set the brightness lower before seeing the time, It's already 7:30 in the morning. You open your gallery to look at the screenshot of your schedule for today and see that the first class starts at 9:30.

Feeling annoyed, you turn off your phone and plop it down the mattress. You close your eyes before bringing your fingers to massage your temples.

The stimulation of your fingers makes you able to think straight — that it's just now that the memories from last night floods back into you. Your eyes shoot open upon remembering what happened between you and Atsumu.

Like a snap of a finger, you feel your cheeks heat up — it was as if your body was reliving what happened last night. You palm your forehead, checking if you have a fever because you suddenly feel unwell.

'It all happened so fast', you say to yourself inside your head. You jolt upwards, shuffling under the blanket as you sit up straight.

"Aw," You catch yourself after feeling a sting in between your legs.

'Am I fucking sore?'

"Oh my god," You mutter under your breath before squeezing your thighs and bringing your knees close to your chest. You cover your face with your hands — pretty sure that when you look in front of the mirror, you'd be shades darker than the red lipstick you own.

"I just slept with Atsumu," You breathe out, the words slipping out of your mouth were laced with pure disbelief as you palm-grip the top of your head. "I fucking slept with him—again?" It was almost you cannot believe what happened until this morning. "I'm gonna fucking die—" You push yourself back to bed, your body lightly bouncing on top of the mattress. The sudden impact of your push made your head ache, making you scrunch your face in pain.

That's when everything starts to take process — Right after having sex with him in your car, he asked you if you wanted to go grab something to eat with him, but you declined. You said you wanted to go home because there'd be school tomorrow, which was true. But your last conversation with him was what made you forget to tell Tiffany that you were heading home.

•~• flashback •~•

"Right, we're classmates." Atsumu says after zipping his pants up.

You stop dead on what you're doing as his words reverberate in your ears.

Like in slow motion, you turn your head towards him. Atsumu raises his brow when he sees your confused look, "What did I do?" He asks, completely clueless as to why you're looking at him as if he killed someone.

"What did you say?" You blink a few times, getting a hold of the information.

"Uh," Atsumu arches his brows, his facial expression dripping with sass — giving him a smug edge. "I said we're classmates."

"What!?" The sudden high-pitched yelp made Atsumu almost jump off his seat. As for you, your heartbeat's already racing, hands cold and shaky, while your brain is still processing what he said.

"What is your problem?" He snaps, looking at you like you're an insane person — which you're already becoming.

"But why?!"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean," You look around, trying to find something nonexistent. "I thought you're going pro?" You look at him again, meeting his bewildered eyes. Atsumu's utterly oblivious to what's going on inside your head.

"Can you tell me exactly what's going on in your head? I can't keep up." He's sarcastic, making you 'tsk' at him.

"You're taking up nursing??" The clarification sounded a little too desperate.

He squints his eyes at you , "Is there a problem with that?"

You let out an exasperated, sharp sigh, surprising him with your sudden attitude shift. Bad words swallowed your head but you keep your mouth shut. You nibble on your lower lip, trying to find a solution for something you can't get fixed.

Atsumu's face relaxes upon realizing what's going on. "I think I know what you're on about," He speaks, catching your attention.

"What?"

T he corner of his mouth tugs upward, giving you a smug smirk. A lump forms in your throat, feeling completely intimidated by his overpowering aura.

"You didn't know we're classmates, huh?" He blurts out, making your face pale. You swallow noticably hard, making him smirk audibly.

You look away as the realization washes over you. The two of you were too carried away that you didn't get the chance to ask what he was doing here. Your ears deafen from Atsumu's looming arrogance circulating inside your car.

"I can handle your tantrums, baby—but it won't change the fact that we had sex... again." He teases, making your cheeks heat up.

"Shut up." You scowl, still avoiding his gaze. "Can you get out of the car? I'm going home."

"Alright," He pauses, making you turn to him. Your heart skips a beat upon seeing his ridiculously attractive smile. "See you tomorrow, then?"

You ignore him as you try to calm your nerves. You feel your car slightly move while Atsumu's shuffling around his seat, looking for something.

Then, he catches you off guard when his hand slides along your back that's pressing against the backrest, his fingers close to your ass.

"What the fuck are you—" You bite your lip when you find Atsumu's face dangerously close to you.

"You're sitting on my jacket." His expression's dull, but his tone sounds enticing, making you automatically dart your eyes down his wet lips.

Atsumu notices this, further igniting his confidence over you.

You look away before slightly lifting your hips up. He looks down before chuckling, his forehead almost bumping on your shoulder. Quickly, he pulls his jacket before turning his gaze back to you.

"Can I at least get a kiss before you throw me out?" He pouts, voice sounding pitiful.

You shoot him a glare that's meant to rattle him but you're the one who's thrown off upon realizing how close your faces are to each other — one misstep, your lips will brush against his.

You slowly back away, attempting to swallow the trembles of your body. "We're not a couple." You try to sound firm, but his sarcastic laugh makes you feel humiliated.

"What? Just minutes ago you were sucking on my fingers—"

He stops talking when you press your palm against his lips, making him shut his mouth.

Your eyes widen at the realization, but before you could pull your hand away, Atsumu reaches to hold your wrist.

His soft touch was enough for your spine to straighten. Atsumu senses your awkwardness — your tension being too easy for him to read as if you were a book. His lips curl up into a knowing smile, feeling completely thrilled with the sexual tension between the two of you.

"No matter how hard I look for reasons to deny it..." He pauses before kissing the back of your palm. "... you're just different." The shadow escaping his eyes have you notice how his pupils almost dilated upon meeting your eyes.

"What do you mean?" You stutter.

You know you need to make him leave, but he's just too good at convincing you to let him stay even without saying it.

Your eyes avert to the soft smile on his lips. He doesn't say a word but instead, Atsumu closes his eyes before bringing his lips to lock with yours.

In a swift move, you find yourself kissing him back. It's like everything that's been bothering your for the past minute just popped like a bubble. Your mind becomes blank, and the only thing running inside your head right now is how great of a kisser Atsumu is.

The kiss is soft, too soft even. You don't feel any sexual intention with the way he moves his lips against yours — and you hate how it makes your heart flutter.

Right before you wrap your arms around him, he backs away, leaving you thirsty for more.

You bite your lips, holding yourself back before you even say anything that'll make you regret right after. Atsumu maintains his eyes closed while slightly hanging his head forward — controlling himself from doing things with you again.

You open your eyes as he gives your wrist a light squeeze. Seeing his soft features completely draws you in, feeling as if a feather brushes against your heart.

"I'll go ahead," He speaks before letting go of your hand.

He backs away, and so does you. You try to fix your dress, trying to play it casual.

"I know you have a car, but I'll ask anyway..." He blurts. "Do you want a ride home?"

You can't help but to let out a chuckle, "No, thanks."

Atsumu smiles, feeling himself totally comfortable around you. The thought of you managing to smile around him was more than enough to make his heart full, more so genuinely chuckling in front of him.

•~• end of flashback•~•

Right after Atsumu went out your car, you immediately drove home. You were too occupied that you forgot to text Tiffany where you were.

"Shit!" Your heart races as you forcefully sit up. "Tiffany," You whisper before reaching for your phone. "How could I fucking forget?" A frustrated groan leaves your lips as you open your phone.

You try to search for Tiffany's contact but see an unknown number, making you frown — already picking a hint on who it is. You ignore his messages and proceeds to call your friend. The dial-sound coming from your phone makes you dizzy, probably just because you feel scared that Tiffany's mad at you.

The longer she takes picking up, the closer you are to losing your mind. Why did I forget about her? It's Atsumu's fault! You fake cry inside your head.

A few more seconds later, she picks up.

"Tiffany!" You scream, not letting her saying anything. "TIFFANEH!!"

"Can you fucking keep it down!? You're hurting my ears!" She yells from the other line.

"I'm sorry I left without telling!!! I was just..." The memory of you and Atsumu having sex in your car flashes inside your mind, making you stop.

The other line goes silent for a few more moments. I shouldn't tell her, at least not through the phone, contemplation runs in your head.

"Hahahaha!" Tiffany snaps you out of your thoughts.

You frown, "What's so funny?"

"You gotta lot'a explaining to do, L/n." You pause, trying to understand what she means by that. "You better tell me what the hell's going between you and that minion-haired Miya." She immediately adds when she got no reaction from you.

Her words hit you like a punch, leaving your heart to freeze as your hands begin to lightly shake.

"Oh, cat's got your tongue?" She exclaims in a playful tone — heat rising in your cheeks.

"W-What do you mean?" You can't help but stutter, and your hesitance only confirms the thoughts running inside Tiffany's head.

"I bumped into Atsumu last night and asked where you were. He told me you went home and..." Your back straightens when her words leave you hanging.

"And what??" Your eyes widen. Tiffany smirks upon hearing the unusual eagerness in your tone, further sparking the accusations in her mind. "Tiffany!—And what??"

"We'll talk later. Bye!" She quickly says before ending the call.

"Wait wait—Fuck!" You curse when you hear the 'toot-toot' of your phone.

Your heart races as you stare across the room. Her half-spoken words makes your stomach bubble, making it hard for you to keep your breathing steady.

Does she already know? Such a thought settles through you, waves of giddiness forms through a knot inside your tightening chest. You grip your phone, trying to calm yourself down — but your hands betray you as it tries fidgeting on your lap.

You throw your phone down — your strength accidentally making it bounce off the mattress down the ground.

"Shit!" You panic upon hearing the painful thud of your phone hitting the floor.

All of a sudden, you remember something that makes you pause midway after reaching for your phone. You blink a few times before sitting up straight.

Holding your phone up that it levels with your face, you pause — a hint of hesitation washes over you. You breathe out through your mouth before opening your device. You scroll through the notifications and find the unopened messages from an unknown number.

You stare at the notification for a few more seconds before opening the texts.

(Unknown Number)
Text me when you get home
(12:43 AM)

(Unknown Number)
I'll just assume u'r asleep
that's why u not
replying 😤
(12:57 AM)

(Unknown Number)
s'wet dreams. don't dream
too much abt me 🙄😊
(1:05 AM)

(Unknown Number)
n excuse me ? call me the
nickname u gave me🤨
(7:58 AM)

(Unknown Number)
DONT SEARCH IT!!
(8:00 AM)

•

Osamu finds it ridiculous on how Atsumu always bring up the time when he was rejected back in high school. It was as if Atsumu treasures it like some kind of core memory.

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"Hmm... so what's going on between the two of you?" She proceeds to ask, making it difficult for you to swallow as you feel a lump forming in your throat.

Your eyes anxiously explore the surroundings, making sure that no one else is around to hear your conversation with your friend.

Fortunately, the parking lot is empty and only the two of you are here, but the sight of the entrance keeps getting nearer — silhouettes of students beyond the gate are getting clearer.

"Tch..." You pause when you remember your phone call with her. Tiffany was taken aback when you suddenly stopped walking. With wide eyes, you turn your gaze at her. "What is it you're gonna tell me earlier??" You sounded like you're in a hurry, making her back away for a little bit.

"Huh?"

"Phone call!"

"Ah! That... hahaha!" She laughs before arching an eyebrow. "What about it?"

You blink before looking away. A small lump forms in your throat, making it hard for you to swallow.

"D-Did Atsumu tell you anything?" You ask lowly.

Tiffany tilts her head, analyzing why you look so tensed. "Nah,"

"What do you mean?"

"Like I told you, I just asked him where you were and he told me you went home after talking..." She says, not breaking eye contact with you as if she's waiting for a certain reaction.

You try your best to keep a stern face but you're just not that good at keeping up with the pressure.

"And?"

She exhales dramatically, her breath almost hitting your face. "Well, that's kinda it. He walked away and didn't even try to start a conversation with me.." She pauses, but you didn't say anything. You wait for her because her lips were lightly quivering, as if she's preparing herself to add something. "But..."

"But what???" The both of you were a bit surprised by how desperate you sounded.

She chuckles. Your giddiness only adds to her assumption between you and Atsumu. Your friend knows you too well, and she won't stop unless you spill what's happening.

"Buutt..." She playfully drags her words, "I saw hickeys on his neck."

It feels like you were stabbed in the chest upon hearing her. Tiffany's lips curve into a menacing grin when she sees how you almost went pale.

"Hickeys? That could've been from any other girls from last night—"

"I also smelled your perfume.."

You freeze, "My what?"

"Duh? Did you forget I have a great sense of suh-mell?" She drags her hand on her hip, shifting her weight on her side as her expression beamed with sass. 

"I don't get it," You try pretending, but her face says she's already figured you out.

"When he turned to walk away, I smelled the same scent of perfume I gave you! Hahaha! I sniffed him." She looks proud.

"What the fu—You sniffed him?"

"Yeah."

"You're..." For a moment, it seems like your brain couldn't form any more words you wanted to say. You palm your forehead and you feel the sheen of sweats resting on top of it.

"So..." You look at your friend, her expression still brimming with teasing anticipation. "Tell me eve-ry-thang-uh!." She exaggerates how she mouthed the words.

You sigh heavily, the feeling of defeat quickly settles in. You rack your brain, trying to think of something to dodge all her questions but it's clear — there's no escaping her this time. Fuck this, you curse inside your head.

Your face isn't as good at hiding your uneasiness as you thought, and Tiffany's too quick to notice it. So, with a heavy heart, you look at your friend.

"We're not in a relationship," You whisper, making Tiffany lean her head close to your face.

"What?"

'Go tell her, Y/N, so she'll stop nagging you about it already', you say to yourself.

Tiffany blinks, completely intrigued by your stern reaction. With firm eye contact, you fist your hand inside your vest before blurting, "He and I slept together." And with that, Tiffany's eyes goes extremely wide that it's enough for her eyeballs to fall out of their socket.

Her mouth falls to a perfect 'O' shape, wide enough for her jaw to lock if she stays like that for a few more seconds.

"Oh my go—"

"Twice." You cut her off, making her freeze even more. "The first one being at Lee's last party, and the second one f-from last night... when I went missing on you." The last words became gradually low and inaudible, but every word you said rang Tiffany's ear.

Her silence makes you uneasy, and your hands are already badly shaking that's why you grip the strap of your bag even tighter, your knuckles turning white, to hide your trembles.

Tiffany couldn't believe her ears. She stares at you, wanting to tease you relentlessly but the sudden bombshell of information leaves her momentarily speechless. You feel your whole face burn, making you turn away. Still not walking, you heavily sigh.

"Say somethin—"

"KYAAAHHH!!!!" Like an earthquake, her scream made not only your head to grumble, but the whole place as well.

You panic when you see the security guard turn its body towards the two of you, "Shut up! Shut up!" You pull her behind a car to hide yourselves.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!!—FOR FUCKING REAL!?" She continues to squeal, her face burnt red as she aggressively fans herself.

"Can you keep it down—for fuck's sake!" You're starting to feel infuriated, not because of her loud ass, but because someone might hear her.

Tiffany feels like she's gonna explode. She's already a hard time keeping herself down, and your panicked expression isn't helping the situation at all.

"Wait—I think I'm gonna faint..." Tiffany whispers, backing away, as she tries to catch her breath.

You try to steady your thumping heart, watching your friend carefully as she inhales oxygen down straight to her lungs. Her hands are still fanning her hot neck while staring at the ceiling.

"You bitch..." Tiffany chuckles before slowly averting her gaze towards you.

You look away, "Can we go now?" You try to steer the conversation into a different direction, but by the way Tiffany's grinning at you, you know you won't be able to escape her barrage of questions anytime soon.

"Why the fuck... didn't you tell me?"

You avoid her intimidating gaze, "I-It's not that importan—"

"Bitch?!—Watchumean 'not important'?!"

You 'tsk' at her, "It means nothing, alright?"

"Wow," Tiffany leans in to lever her face with yours, making you look at her. "L/n Y/n... then, why the fuck are you blushing?"

"I'm not—"

"Yeah, you are!" She backs away, points a finger at me, then grins widely that she almost looked like pennywise.

"I am not." You firmly say before striding towards the entrance.

Tiffany quickly goes after you, still guffawing at the confession. "I can't believe you had sex with a Miya,"

You scoff, "Don't make it sound like he's a god or whatever."

"But is he?"

"What?"

"Like, is he a god in bed?"

"Tiffany—I swear to god!" You snap at her, but instead of keeping her quiet, she just laughs at your face, making your cheeks turn bright red.

"What!? I'm only asking? I always share my sex life with you! Why won't you do the same thing?" She whisper-yells while pouting.

"You don't have to know every detail—"

"Just a simple 'yes' or 'no' is enough!" She grabs you by your arm before halting, almost making you lose your balance. You shoot her a glare but her gaze is sharper, "So... is he?" She narrows her eyes at you, patiently waiting for an answer.

You pull your arm back before heaving a heavy, frustrated sigh. Your eyes dart across the parking space as you clench your jaws. 'God, why are we friends again?' You think to yourself.

"I could wait here all day, y'know?" She crosses her arm before throwing me a playful smirk.

You breathe out through your nose before glaring at her, "Yes—now shut the fuck up okay??" You shut your eyes closed, your cheeks burning when Atsumu flashes your mind.

How he touched you, how he kissed you, how he guided you on top of him — everything just slid in your head again, forcing you to silence your hysteric thoughts.

Her mouth falls open as a wide grin tugs her lips upward, "Yes??"

You grunt before looking away, "Don't make me repeat it, Tiff—"

"AAAAHHH!!!" For the second time around, she squeals, making you cover your ear that's facing her. "HAHAHAHAH!! You have to tell me how it aaall started!" Tiffany's all red now. She couldn't control herself, making you feel embarrassed.

Panicking, you look around to see if anybody heard you but you're glad to find no one.

"That's enough for today, we're gonna be late in class." You walk away, not giving her an opportunity to stop your brisk pace.

"But isn't he like a fuck boy?" she adds, making you frown, but you don't say a word. "I mean, if you're only in it for sex, I'm not judging—but make sure to stay that way. It's not ideal to fall for someone like him hahahah!"

You roll your eyes, "Tiff, can you not?"

"What!" she laughs, "I'm just stating facts, alright?"

Tiffany giggles while striding just behind you. She knows you're already annoyed so she stays quiet, but the playful chuckles aren't stopping from escaping her mouth.

"Haaaay! What a morning..." She hums, eyeing you from behind. "What a beautiful way to start my morning, indeed.."

As expected, you just ignored her, thrilling Tiffany even more.

You dig your thumb nail on your palm, trying to divert the embarrassment into a pain but it isn't working. Your heart races, both from nerves and the heavy weight of your confession. Desperate to put a distance between you and your friend, you move your legs faster but Tiffany trails behind you. Her laughter and playful comments echoes in your ear, making your cheeks hotter.

On the other hand, Tiffany relaxes her cheeks — her muscle feeling a bit sore for grinning too much. Her mind explores about you and Atsumu, but she suddenly stops her daze upon remembering Eita.

Holy shit, she covers her mouth with both of her hands. The idea of you having Atsumu and Eita wrapped around your fingers was just too much drama for her. She remembers how jealous Eita looked when you went with Atsumu last night. He definitely has a thing for her, Tiffany smiles to herself, feeling proud of her friend.

"I'm gonna enjoy this one," she whispers while staring at your back. You can hear her mumbling something from behind you but you just ignore her, completely knowing who she's talking about.

The both of you entered the corridors, several students dressed in white uniforms are scattered along the field and pathways. You let Tiffany lead the way to your first class since she was here yesterday. Your eyes wander around the place as you trail behind Tiffany — being mesmerized by how neat and relaxing the interiors of the campus looked.

"I'm told our lecturer for the first subject's a bit uptight—no, not just a bit, she's really uptight hahah!" Tiffany speaks, making you turn to her.

"What do you mean?"

"Like, strict-strict." She emphasizes, "Eita told me about her last night when you did the bangbang with Atsumu hahahah!" You hit her arm, making her scrunch her face as she rub the part where you hit her. "Ow!"

"I didn't tell you that just for you to fucking broadcast it."

"But I'm not? Hahahah! Don't be too obvious, Y/n.." She says as she stretches both of her arms above her head.

You just casually shrug you head sideways. Everyone will know about what happened in no time just because of her, the thought sent chills in your spine.

"I forgot to ask, where did you do it?" She whispers, "Don't tell me you did it in one of Eita's rooms—"

"No, we didn't." You sigh, getting fed up of your friends questions.

"So, where?"

You clench your jaw before throwing her a frown, but she just doesn't budge.

"In my car."

"Hahahaha!" Her laugh was a little too loud, catching the attention of some students from the area. "Goodness, Y/n! Wooh!"

"Tsk. Shut up already."

The both of you arrived at your classroom, which you're so glad about because your sanity wouldn't be able to last longer because of Tiffany. She leads you to a seat beside her at the last row and column.

You check your phone to see the time and you see that it's already 9:27 AM. Your eyes wander around the room, familiarizing yourself with your classmates. Confusion washes over you when you find yourself searching for someone who still isn't here.

A light scoff leaves your throat. Why am I even waiting for you?, you tell yourself, pertaining to you-know-who.

"I'm nervous about our lecturer today," Tiffany says beside you so you turn to her.

"Why?"

"I already told you! She's known as the most terror teacher here!" She looks panicked, making you arch a brow. "Liv told me she was once shouted at in front of the whole class just because she didn't know the answer. Grr! I can't already!" She fake cries, her palms rubbing her both arms as if a cold breeze just wooshed against her before slumping her face on her desk.

You knit your eyebrows, "Liv?" You ask about the unfamiliar name.

Tiffany's forehead is pressed against her desk, "Duh? Olivia from last night? She's Eita's classmate!" She retorts without looking at me.

You narrow your eyes, trying to remember the name Tiffany just dropped. When she gets no reaction from you, she lifts her head to face you.

"What?" She raises her brows at you upon seeing your perplexed reaction.

You pout, "Who's Eita and Liv?"

Tiffany's jaw drops, making you look away. "Are you fucking for real?"

"I'm bad at remembering names, alright?" You chuckle, making her frown at you.

She rolls her eyes before folding her arms, "Olivia? You don't remember her? That hot girl from last night?" You watch Tiffany as she carefully explain to you.

"Ah!" You blurt out when you remembered Olivia. "Right, I remember her now haha!"

"How about Eita?"

"That I don't remember," You give her a cheeky grin.

You actually don't remember the names she was telling, and you kind of feel bad about it. It's because of Atsumu. Yeah, it's his fault.

"It's Semi, the one who owns the house from last night? You don't remember him?"

"Ah, so that's his first name? I didn't know," You shrug as you search the room once again.

Tsk! Why are you even looking for him, Y/n?, you silently scold yourself.

"Speaking of Semi," You say upon remembering your conversation with him earlier. Tiffany immediately turns her whole body towards you, her arms across the table. Her sudden reaction kind of surprised you for a little bit but you didn't pay much attention to it. "He said he wants to have lunch with us,"

"What? Really?"

"Hmm,"

"How? I mean, he texted you?"

"Yeah, you gave him my number, didn't you?" You roll your eyes at your friend, your tone filled with sarcasm.

She grins widely, "Oh yeah, I remember! Hahaha!—wait... How did he invite you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, what did he say?" Her gestures are all over the place, having you sense something suspicious about her actions.

Despite the doubt, you sigh and answered her question. "He asked if I could eat lunch with him and I said yes, but I said I'll bring you with me—"

"No!" Her sudden interruption almost made you jump.

"What the fuck?" You shoot Tiffany a glare but that quickly faded when you see her suspicious grin, making you more curious than angry.

She giggles — squirming in her seat like a fucking panda. "I mean, he invited you, so you go!"

"Can't you come?" You ask, still figuring out what she's up to.

"Actually... I can't." She squeezes her cheeks with her palms.

"Why not?"

"Because..." Her eyes circulates around the room, as if trying to find an answer. "Uh.. I have to meet uhm... my cousin! Yes!" She points her finger at me, her face brightening upon coming up with an excuse. "He uh, he asked me to eat lunch with him last night so.. hehe.."

You narrow your eyes at her, your instincts telling you that something's definitely going on. There's no mistaking the mischief in her expression.

"What the fuck are you up to?"

She chuckles nervously, "Well uh, hehe—"

"KYAAAH!!!" The both of you almost jumped when some random girl screamed from outside the classroom.

This caught the attention of the students inside the room, having all of you stare at the window. Following that scream came several muffled squeals and distant murmurs from outside. Why the hell is everyone screaming so early in the morning?, you groan to yourself.

As you're about to open your phone to read unopened messages, your eyes dart towards the person who just entered the room.

"Oh my god..." Tiffany covers her mouth, completely taken aback when she saw who went through the door.

You freeze, heart thumping against your tightening chest that you stubbornly try to ignore. Panicking, you try to push the feeling down, but seeing him walk inside the classroom twists your stomach — feeling the flickering excitement sparking within you.

"You didn't tell me he's our classmate.." Tiffany whispers to you, her gaze's still fixated to the person at the front.

"Wait! Oh my god! Is that Miya!? LIKE ATSUMU MIYA!?"

"I knew I saw his twin from the other campus but—ATSUMU!!!"

"I can't believe this! My happy crush! Can I make you mine!! Or make me yours! Either would work!"

"He's so handsome I'm gonna die! Huhuhu!"

The girls are going crazy outside but everything just goes right through your ears. Atsumu's walking pretty fast but to you, everything feels like it's in slow motion. Your heart's continuously skipping a beat that if you hold your breath for more than 2 seconds, you'd be unconscious.

You follow his movements, not noticing how you're looking so mesmerized by him. Everything snaps back to reality when he stops before searching the room. And there it is, your heart catches your throat when his eyes lock with yours.

If you were in cartoons, Atsumu's eyes would definitely turn into stars upon seeing you, but his face remained stern-looking. Your heart pounds roughly against your chest when he tries to hold eye contact. You look away, trying to avert the attention away from you — which you failed at, especially when Atsumu starts walking towards you.

"Oh my god," Tiffany gasps as Atsumu approaches you.

"Shut up." You scold her, even though your cheeks are heating up.

You try your best to appear calm and unbothered, but the lump inside your throat tells you otherwise. Tiffany halts her actions when Atsumu stops in front of your desks. Your gaze remains on your phone that's on your lap, not daring to look directly in his eyes.

What is he doing???, you panic inside your head.

Tiffany clears her throat, catching Atsumu's attention. "Hey.."

Atsumu's face slowly turns to Tiffany before his eyes let go of your hiding face. With a soft smile, he greets Tiffany back.

"Hey."

"Uhm, I didn't know we're classmates?" Your friend did her best not to sound awkward.

Atsumu raises his brows, "She didn't tell you?" He gestures you, making you scrunch your face.

"Uhm, actually no hahaha! She told me something else though—"

Tiffany stops when she catches your sharp glare. "Shut it." You mouth the words perfectly clear, having her to pretend-zip her mouth.

Atsumu smirks at your reaction, already having a hint that you told Tiffany about the two of you.

"Aren't you going to greet me?" Atsumu sarcastically says to you, making you turn to him.

"Excuse me?"

"You deaf or something?" He retorts, making your mouth fall out of insult. "I said—why aren't you acknowledging me?"

You scoff, "The nerve.." You whisper. "Why would I? We're not friends."

Atsumu frowns, acting like he's hurt because of what you said. "Well, can't force you with that." He shrugs before looking down on the ground.

You roll your eyes, with Tiffany catching your gaze. Quickly, you furrow your brows when you see how Tiffany's holding back a grin, her face obviously teasing, while watching you and Atsumu talk.

"Did you see my last message?" Atsumu blurts out.

"Oh my god—You're texting?!" Tiffany's excitement is quick to interrupt your conversation, having you shoot her a sharp glare, the annoyance is pretty clear in your eyes. "Sorry! Sorry! Hehe, continue." She bites her lips inward, making you sigh in frustration.

With pure irritation, you look up to Atsumu. "No."

"Why not?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, read it now." Atsumu's gaze remains locked on you, making it impossible for you to focus. It's like his eyes are burning your flesh, driving you crazy. "Uh, hello?"

You look away, "Can't you just tell me now?"

Atsumu groans dramatically, rolling his eyes like a spoiled kid. You stare at him with raised brows, completely floored by his childish behaviour.

"Anyway, let's go out later... lunch." He bluntly says, making you and Tiffany — especially Tiffany, freeze.

"What?"

Atsumu frustratedly scratches his head, annoyance seen plastered on his face. "Do I always need to repeat myself twice?"

You face twists in annoyance, eyebrows knitting together as you almost frown in frustration.

"No."

Atsumu pouts with furrowed brows, "What do you mean 'no'?"

"I have other plans later." You fold your arms.

"Cancel it."

"I said no."

Atsumu squints his eyes at you, "Then, can I come with you?"

"Yie—!" Tiffany's excitement just bubbles up uncontrollably, making her cover her mouth upon seeing your threatening glare. She keeps quiet, shifting her attention back into your conversation with Atsumu.

Meanwhile, Atsumu's eyes didn't even leave your face — his focus being intensely glued shut on you.

"Why are you so annoying?" You exclaim, eyes back on Atsumu.

"Excuse me? I'm annoying you?" He tilts his head forward, sounding insulted. "Do you know how many girls are dying to go out with me?"

"Go with them, then."

"But I want you."

You don't know how to shake him off anymore, he's being too tenacious and you don't know if you're annoyed by him or by the way he's making your heart flutter.

"Can you just—"

"Good morning, class." All of you freezes when your lecturer entered the room.

Every student shuffles around the classroom, each of them going to their designated chairs. Atsumu throws you another annoyed look before sitting at the chair just in front of Tiffany.

"Hey, that's my chair—"

"It doesn't have your name on it." Atsumu cuts off the girl who was supposed to sit in front of Tiffany.

"What the hell's your problem?" You snap at him, making him glare at you.

"You don't mind sitting somewhere else.." Atsumu smirks at you before turning his head towards the girl standing in front of him. "...do you?"

"U-Uh... of course not! It's completely fine..." The girl stutters, her face blushing because of Atsumu. "Uhm, bye!"

"Thanks." Atsumu smiles at her, a smile so flirtatious that would make any girl go down on their knees.

"You look good today, by the way!" The girl shyly waves at him before striding towards the front row.

"Thanks." Atsumu casually replies before sitting down.

You scoff, Unbelievable.

Tiffany elbows your arm, making you face her. "What?"

She wiggles her brows, her cheeks almost bursting from grinning too much — barely able to contain her amusement.

"You're on a different fucking level!" She whispers before laughing quietly.

"Shut up." You shush her, cutting the conversation shortly, before shifting your attention to your phone that vibrated.

You quickly open your phone and see a new message from an unknown number. You squint your eyes at Atsumu, knowing that he's the one who sent it, but he didn't even look back at you.

(Unknown Number)
my treat😉
(8:07 AM)

(Unknown Number)
How about later after class?
U free?
(9:34 AM)

Chapter Text

THE WAITRESS ARRIVES with your order, together with Semi's. After your class earlier, he went to your room to pick you up and told you about a cafe that's been his favorite ever since first year. So, here you are now — sitting across the table in front of Semi who's arranging the plates of foods in front of you.

"Thank you." Semi nods and smiles at the waitress after making sure that all the orders are complete.

You also smile at the waitress but she doesn't even glance at you, her eyes are fixated on Semi — her cheeks appearing flushed.

"Call me when you need anything else," The waitress says in a seductive tone as she brushes her fingertips on Semi's hand.

You raise your brows before darting your eyes somewhere else, trying to hold back a grin. Semi politely pulls his hand back before giving the waitress a timid smile.

"We will, thank you." Semi presses his lips together, cutting the conversation from further escalating.

The waitress throws her one final flirty look before walking away, not even acknowledging your presence.

You can't help but chuckle, catching Semi's attention.

"Why?" He asks, a smile already forming on his lips upon seeing you chuckling.

"Wow," You laugh. "That was interesting."

He shrugs, "Happens."

You raise your eyebrows, "Right."

While Semi's arranging the plates, you take your time to process how much food's served in front of you. He let you pick your order so you went to pick the cheapest one on the menu — cheapest one here to say the least — and said that you'd pay for it, but Semi insisted. So, he ordered two lobster rolls alongside your cacio e pepe, and a penne arrabiata for himself. He also made you choose what you wanted for dessert, and you chose affogato — although you told him a dessert's not needed.

You're not even familiar with the names, you just choose based on how the name sounded in your ears.

"This one's good, that's actually one of my favorites. I'm sure you'll love that." Semi points at your cacio e pepe.

You smile and nod at him while he's talking. The savory smells of the dishes are more than enough to make your stomach grumble like crazy. You bite your lips inward, stopping your mouth from watering.

"This is actually my first time trying affogato," He mentions, making you look at the glass with 2 scoops of what looks like a vanilla ice cream that's dripped with coffee-scented sauce.

"Really?"

"Hmm, so I ordered one for myself as well so we could try it together."

"This is..." You whisper, "Please, let me pay."

"No." He smiles, "I invited you, so it's on me."

"That's really not necessary—"

"Alright." He says, making you pause. He places both his elbows on the table before having his chin lean on the back of his hands. "Just spend time and have fun with me today—how about that as your payment?"

You tug your lips upwards, forming a cheeky grin. It seems like Semi wouldn't back down, so you just raise both of your hands, surrendering. He chuckles at your actions before looking down on his plates, hiding his flushed cheeks.

The both of you started eating, a hint of awkwardness flowing around the two of you. You and Semi are silently thinking of topics to discuss, but his tenseness is worse in comparison with yours.

Semi's heart flutters at the thought of you and him eating out together. Not that he doesn't want anyone to come along, but when Tiffany told him that she's not coming, he felt excited that he'd get to eat with you alone.

You asked where Liv and Hiro were when he picked you up, but he said that they were busy doing something. You wanted to ask him what makes them so busy already since it's just the second day of school, but you kept the thoughts to yourself. On the other hand, just like Tiffany, Olivia and Hiro were in on it — setting you up with Semi. Without your knowledge, the three of them are actually eating together right now, talking about what could happen with your 'date' with Semi.

However, you don't really see this as a date. You just wanted to get to know Semi more, since you feel bad for leaving him last night after he helped you feel better from being intoxicated.

"Wow," Your eyes widen upon having a taste of the pasta.

Semi's eyes almost sparkled upon seeing your reaction, "It's good, right?"

"It's great!" You can no longer hide the excitement in your voice, making Semi's heart thump. "Thank you for taking me here,"

"You're welcome," He smiles before having a bite of his as well.

You get carried away with the addicting, savory taste of the dish. You twirl the fork on your cacio e pepe before taking a bite, the creamy and peppery flavor hitting your tongue, making you pause. Your eyes keeps widening in pure delight, the richness of the flavor bursting inside your mouth each time you chew.

Semi gently smiles to himself, completely captivated by how you savor each bite. His heart feels full, affection washes over him as he watch you enjoy yourself.

"So.." Semi clears his throat, starting a conversation. You look at him, mouth full of pasta. "How was your first class with Prof. Jane?" He asks, pertaining to the lecturer from earlier.

You quickly swallow your food before answering, "She's fine—I guess because it's only the first week? But Tiffany kept telling me about how terror that teacher is, so I'm kind of expecting the subject to be strict."

"Yeah, Olivia hates her." Semi chuckles, the memory of how much his friend despises that teacher flashing in his mind. "Prof. Jane used to always shout at her in class — which was pretty understandable because she always slept in her class, so she wasn't able to answer her questions."

"I guess that'll be a problem for me," You groan before having another bite.

"How so?"

You roll your eyes, munching on your food. "I hate anatomy! So many things to memorize!" Your words came out muffled, as your mouth was full of pasta — turning your sentence into an incoherent mumble.

Semi couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction, "Is that so?"

"Hm-mm!" You hum before swallowing. "I was stressed when I browsed my anatomy book after buying one, so many fucking terms to remember. So much for my short-term memory." You complain, your sentences much clearer this time.

Semi puts down his fork before interlacing his fingers. He looks at you, figuring out a way to help you with your concern.

"Hmm," You look at him when he hummed, getting a bit surprised to see his serious eyes scanning your face. "If you want, I can help you memorize. Anatomy just happens to be my favorite subject," A playful smirk pulls on his lips.

You raise your eyebrows, "Oh, really?"

"Yeah." He laughs softly. "I don't really have a method for it, but I can help you memorize. I still have my old anatomy flashcards back in my house, I can show them to you if you want."

Your mouth falls open upon hearing about the flashcards, "Wow. You made them yourself?"

He nods, making you smile in awe.

"You're quite the go-getter, I see.." You smile before looking back at your food.

"Nah,"

"Fine, if you insist." You say, eyes averting to meet his. "Be my tutor, then!"

Semi's heart begins racing, his eyes sparking as he watch you smile at him.

"We can invite Tiffany, too! I'm pretty sure she needs it more than me." You laugh, remembering how much Tiffany ranted to you earlier while the lecturer explained the covered topics for the prelims.

Semi blinks, his smile felt more neutral than genuine, "Uh yeah, sure..."

You didn't notice the subtle shift of his behavior so you continue munching the food in front of you. The two of you went silent for a brief moment before Semi spoke again.

"Can I ask you a question?" He starts, making you look back at him.

"What is it?"

His fingers fidget the fork, "You know, in like a month from now, the university will hold an acquaintance party. And last year, they organized competitions, like dance and singing, including the battle of the bands." He says and you just nod at him, your attention fully towards him. "Actually, I'm in a band and I wanted to know if you'd be interested to be part of it?" He looks you straight in the eyes, his tone was formal but the silent plea in his eyes tell you that he's hoping you'd say 'yes'.

You blink, your brain processing what he just said. "I'm sorry—Huh?"

He laughs, his shallow dimples appearing on his cheeks. "I'm asking if you want to be my—our vocalist. You know, for the battle of the bands next month?"

"Oh," You silently decide in your head whether to join them or not.

You bite the inside of your cheek after carefully placing down the fork.

"How do you even know I'm qualified to be part of your band?" You playfully squint your eyes at him, making him flushed — without you noticing it.

"Well uh, Tiffany showed me a video of you last night, the one where you're playing 'My Immortal'?" He flashes a cheeky smile, making you tilt your head.

"I'm sorry—What?" You're confused, totally unaware of what he's telling.

"Here.." He reaches for his phone inside his pocket before searching for the video.

Wait, he saved it? You think to yourself. You thought that he meant Tiffany just showed her your video from her phone, you didn't know she sent him your video.

Few seconds later, he shows you his screen. You lean in to have a better look. Then, you suddenly remember when the video was taken. You were playing the piano while singing inside Inarizaki's music club room. The video shows you sitting in front of the piano, playing the keys, while Tiffany was taking the video. You hear the nostalgic song that you always used to sing, My Immortal by Evanescence, that it almost brought chills down your spine.

"I completely forgot about that video..." You chuckle, "I didn't know Tiffany still had a copy of this."

You didn't notice, but while you're focused on the video, he was watching you. His eyes lit up with admiration, mesmerized by seeing your face up close, barely keeping himself composed.

He remembers the first time he watched the video, your voice immediately drew him in. The way you sang, it felt cold yet soothing, that he took the risk of asking Tiffany for a copy of the video. Semi didn't care if the others knew that he already has a thing for you, he doesn't even plan on hiding it anyway.

The moment your eyes left his screen to look at him, he immediately looked away. He clears his throat, trying to shake off his pounding heart.

"So, you like Evanescence?" He asks, pertaining to the artist who sang the song you covered.

He pulls his phone away before putting it in his pocket. The two of you shifts back to sitting up straight, settling comfortably in your seats.

"I love them, actually hahaha!" You emphasize the word, making him chuckle.

"I actually listen to some of their songs," He says as you continued to eat your pasta. "But since you love them, I'll make sure to check their other songs out."

You arch a brow, "What do you mean?"

"Well, if that's the only way to get you to join us... then, why not?" He drags his word before throwing you a playful smirk.

"Wait wait..." You laugh, making him laugh as well. "I'm not even that good."

"Oh, you're so cocky.." He narrows his eyes at you, his tone sounding teasingly sarcastic.

"Yeah, sure.." You roll your eyes, smiling as you gently tap your fork on your plate several times.

"So..." Semi pouts, having you look at him. "You in? Please, say yes.." He gives you a pleading look, making you laugh.

"To be honest, I'm not sure..." You sigh, playing the pasta with your fork.

"Why? You're incredible! And you're pretty skilled in playing the piano... You have everything." He compliments you and you look away, not sure on how to handle his words.

You give him a gentle smile, making his heart skip a beat. "It's not guaranteed that I'll be able to give my full focus on the band if I join 'cause I'm also planning on auditioning for the dance club."

Semi looks at you, his face displaying complete shock. "You can dance??"

You shyly chuckle, avoiding his gaze. "Kinda. I saw a poster on the bulletin earlier that they're starting their auditions on Saturday, so yeah."

"That's amazing—I mean, how are you so talented?"

You feel your cheeks flush upon being bombarded by his compliments. "Nah, just average."

"Can I watch?"

"Watch what?"

"Your audition, can I?" He was quick to respond, making you pout.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Just because! Hahaha!"

You two share a laugh, and it surprises you how comfortable you feel around him. The awkwardness you were feeling just awhile ago disappeared already.

"The decision's up to you, but if you still wanna join, just tell me." He smiles before having another bite of his food.

"Yeah, I'll see my schedule."

"Can I still watch, though?" He insists, making you playfully point your fork at him.

With narrow eyes, you move the utensil in circular motions, encircling his face from your point of view.

"I'll think about it." You pretended to be serious, making him laugh 

"Alright alright—Oh, hey!" Semi stops his words when he sees the two people who just entered the cafe.

An excited smile forms on your lips as you carefully pick up one of the two lobster rolls. You were so lost in a daze with how delicious the rolls looked that you didn't pay attention to the people Semi's waving at.

You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for a big bite, before devouring a mouthful of it. Goodness! The delectable richness of the lobster rolls was just about to settle in your taste buds when the person behind you spoke.

"Hey."

You freeze, stopping mid-bite, ears perking up upon hearing the familiar voice. With wide eyes, you look at Semi who's smiling at whoever's behind you. Don't fucking tell me, You pray inside your head that it's not who you think it is.

"You wanna join us?" Semi stands up to give the two of them a high five before pulling them into a short, solid hug.

You slowly put down the lobster roll before chewing on your food. You can already see Atsumu's eyes piercing through you from your peripherals. Your heart's already hammering against your chest, your face twisting into a grimace as the once a flavorful dish suddenly loses all taste because of the tension in the air that's overwhelming you.

"Y/n?" As if your muscles couldn't freeze any further, you jolt your eyes towards the person who spoke.

"Osamu!" You almost choke on your food as you stand up.

Osamu's eyes dart down your ID lace to see if you were going to the same university as him, the same with Semi, and he's delighted to see the same logo on your lace and uniform.

"Hey!! How have you been??" Osamu welcomes your hug.

"I've been well, how about you?" You back away from his hug, your hands still holding his arms as you scan him whole. "I didn't know you're also here?"

You and Osamu are good friends, given that you're close with Suna. You remember when he made you serve in one of their practices back in high school, but you painfully missed and the ball hit him in the face.

Osamu scratches the back of his head before giving you a smile, "Yeah. In another campus, though."

"Really? What are you taking?"

"Culinary." He proudly says, making you grin at him.

"That's amazing! You have to make me your food taster!"

"Sure, I will."

The two of you continue to talk excitedly, while Semi just watches you from his seat. He didn't know you were close with the twins, but it didn't really bother him — Osamu didn't really bother him. However, it's Atsumu he's concerned about. Semi tried to ignore Atsumu's frown the moment he saw you and Semi together upon walking inside the cafe.

Atsumu looks away, holding back his irritation on how you're talking to his brother. How come I don't get the same treatment as Samu?, he could almost start a tantrum inside his head, but he holds himself back.

You and Osamu stop talking and turn to Atsumu when he intentionally cleared his throat, purposely interrupting the both of you. Blood quickly rushes on both of your cheeks when your eyes land on him. He isn't looking at you, giving you the chance to trail his jawline down to his throat. He looks good in his uniform—what. You look away as you realize you were drifting into your uncalled daze.

"You didn't tell me Y/n's here," Osamu asks his twin.

"I didn't know she was here."

You wanted to scoff at his response, but you kept your eyes fixated on something else. Even Semi, who was quietly watching the three of you in his seat, is surprised. What do you mean you didn't know? You were even with her last night, Semi asks in his head while looking at Atsumu.

"Oh," Osamu turns to you with a smile. You clench your jaw, anger washing over your head already.

"Hey, you two can join us if you like—"

"We're good. Come on, Samu." Atsumu rudely cut Semi off before walking away, not even throwing a glance at you.

The three of you are shocked when Atsumu walked towards the exit, his hands clenched deep inside his pockets. Semi looks down before letting out a timid smirk, already knowing what could've made Atsumu act like that.

"What—Hey!" Osamu's surprised with his brother's sudden shift of mood.

Osamu's completely confused. Atsumu was the one who suggested this cafe in the first place then suddenly he's walking out? Osamu didn't know what to do first — To go after his brother or apologize to you and Semi for his rude behavior.

"Sorry, I don't know what just happened." Osamu shyly chuckles at the two of you.

You force a smile before tapping his shoulder, "It's fine."

Osamu turns to Semi, an apologetic look plastered on his face.

"Don't worry about it, we're cool." Semi nods with a smile before reaching for his lemonade.

Osamu sighs, already seeing Atsumu from outside the cafe's huge window standing by their car, waiting for his brother to unlock the car doors.

"I'll be going then, see you next time!" Osamu waves at the two of you before jogging outside.

You were left a bit dumbfounded, however, you know in the back of your head on why Atsumu acted that way.

"That was," Semi suddenly speaks, making you turn your head to him. "...weird."

You force a chuckle to his remark before sitting on your seat properly again. You reach for your lemonade before taking a heavy sip. Frustration is what's taking over your head right now. The joy you were feeling with Semi earlier just popped like a bubble ever since that encounter with Atsumu.

What the fuck is his problem? Hah! Really? He didn't know I was here?, The moment he said that, you knew you wanted to shout at him, but what for?

You put down the glass, careful to not make it seem like you're upset over something. Semi's quick to notice how your fingers are tightly gripping the glass, together with your gloomy expression. Worried, he angles his head to look into your eyes.

"Are you okay—"

"Can I go to the bathroom?" You cut him off, catching him off guard.

He blinks, confused as to why you suddenly became serious.

"Uh, sure..." He forces a sweet smile.

"Thanks." You said before standing up and striding towards the bathroom.

You quickly closed the bathroom door shut behind you. The moment the silence fill your ears, you close your eyes before inhaling a sharp breath — letting every bit of oxygen enter your lungs that it almost hurt. Anger drapes over your head, making it hard for you to think straight and control yourself. If it wasn't for Semi, you would've snapped right back at Atsumu earlier.

The light from the bathroom ceiling made your eyes squint upon opening them, so you hang your head forward with both of your hands on your hips. You try your best to steady your pounding heart.

"Tch." You see how your hands are mildly shaking.

With clenched jaws, you look at yourself in the mirror.

If you aren't such a brat, I'll let you fuck me in front of the mirror...

Your eyes widen at the sudden, inappropriate thought.  "What the fuck, Y/N?" And to make things worse, your phone vibrates.

Your throat catches your heart, almost feeling it throb out of your mouth. You already have an idea on who just messaged you. A sarcastic smile forms on your lips before reaching for your phone inside your pocket.

Your eyes immediately lands on the 'Unknown Number sent you a message' notification.

"Tsk. Don't be too stubborn, he's still our dad—"

"I don't care."

Osamu heaves out a heavy sigh, his patience running out already. Atsumu isn't backing down either, and the old memories flashing of how his dad used to verbally abuse his mother in front of him and Osamu isn't helping at all — it's like only adding fuel to the fire.

"At least do if for mom," Osamu softly speaks, making Atsumu clench his jaw.

"Don't bring her into this."

"What are you even so worried about? Tell me." Atsumu lazily looks at his brother, a sarcastic expression's displaying on his face.

"I'm not worried about anything, Samu. I just don't want to see that man ever again."

"It's been years—"

"That doesn't change a thing." Atsumu cuts him off before looking out the window again.

Osamu couldn't think of words to say anymore. Out of both of them, Atsumu was the one who's more affected to what happened. Even though their parents are divorced ever since they started high school, the abuse was still fresh to Atsumu.

Atsumu hated how his anger was slipping out of control. It made him feel like he was no different from his father, whose temper had driven their mom away and torn their family apart.

The house they're currently staying at is their old family house from way back their childhood. What confused him even more was why his father had returned after all these years, back to the place where everything fell apart.

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"Before I dismiss you, I will give you an assignment for next week." The professor says as she disconnects the cable from her laptop. "I need you to study the discussed nursing theories. Memorize who the theorists are, and what the theories are about. I will call 10 random students next week for graded recitations, and the rest could volunteer to answer after the 10 selected students."

Silent and muffled groans are heard from several students, that includes Tiffany.

"On the second day? Really?" Tiffany mutters under her breath.

The lecturer stops what she's doing and turns her eye to all of the students, her gaze alternating from one student to another.

"Why? Is there a problem?" The professor's voice sounded icy and authoritative.

The classroom immediately went silent, most of the students avoiding the sharp gaze of the lecturer in front.

"What do you, guys, expect? You're already in college. Don't act like you're still in your junior high school." She adds while zipping close her laptop bag.

Your eyes remain on your desk, secretly stealing a glance from Atsumu in your peripherals. Ever since you came back from your lunch with Semi, he hasn't said a single word to you. He was already in his seat, in front of Tiffany, when you arrived earlier, but he didn't even look at you — he looked cold.

You huff quietly, Then don't? Not really a problem for me. You tell yourself that you're not bothered by him, but it annoys you that you know how much of a lie that is.

"I suggest, go to the library and read about the theories because I will include situational questions next week." The lecturer's voice interrupted your thoughts.

You let out a deep sigh, shifting your gaze forward as you try to ignore Atsumu who's sitting adjacent to you, fighting the urge to react to his presence.

All of a sudden, Tiffany elbows you, making you turn to her.

"What?"

"Let's meet with Tarou after this?" She asks in a quiet tone, pertaining to Suna.

"Where?"

"You wanna visit his university?" A thrilled smile plaster Tiffany's face.

"Are you insane? That's so far away."

"So what? We don't have a class tomorrow until 10 AM, so I think we're good." She shrugs her shoulder.

She wiggles her eyebrows at you, hinting her eagerness to convince you to come with her. Besides, she has already texted Suna while you were out with Semi, and he said it was fine.

"Come on, it's been 2 weeks since we saw him." Tiffany pouts, but you look away.

"I'll think about it," You sigh. You just didn't wanna go because you're not in the mood.

"Just say yes!" She whisper-yells, not trying to draw the talking lecturer in front. "I'll pay for your gas."

"Can we go tomorrow? I'm tired. I wanna sleep when I get home." You ask, not meeting her eyes.

Tiffany scrunches her nose before giving you a nasty look, "The hell did Semi do with you that you're already tired at this hour?"

A sharp glare is thrown at Tiffany upon her question, making her chuckle.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Hahaha! Just asking. Such a killjoy." She murmurs, you just roll your eyes at her before shifting your gaze at the front once again. "Anyway, Tarou said we can come over to his dorm."

You arch a brow, "I just know that's a lie."

"What do you mean?"

"You probably forced him to say yes, and I'm guessing he didn't even say yes—you're just planning on showing up to his dorm unannounced."

Tiffany smirks at your assumption, knowing damn well you're right. "Anyway—Just say yes."

You hold back a chuckle before shaking your head, "Let's see." You grunt as your leg stretches.

Minutes later, the lecturer dismissed you. All your classmates then started chattering with one another, loud and excited conversations quickly filling the room. You proceed to clean your desk by putting your notes inside your bag when a random girl approached Tiffany — you think it's a girl she knew from last night's party.

Your eyes dart at Atsumu who quickly got up from his seat before marching outside the classroom. No glance, no words - he just strode outside. Tch. An irritated sigh escapes your lips before gazing down inside your bag — you didn't realize you were crumpling your notebook with your first a little bit too hard while watching Atsumu leave the room.

"Crap." You curse to yourself upon seeing the crumpled pages.

Why am I so fucking annoyed, you cry inside your head, question echoing along each corner of your brain. Such irritation causes your pulse to quicken, and it would be better if there's no name popping up inside your head everytime you ask yourself that question — but Atsumu kept scraping your skull, having your tears threaten to spill due to incredible frustration.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Tiffany looks at you and is confused to see your crinckled forehead.

"Nothing. Let's go?" You just slump all your things inside your bag because you couldn't bring yourself to properly arrange all of them.

She leans on her elbow, her body still facing the girl standing in front of her, as she looks at you.

"You can go ahead, I'll be there after I talk to Lea." She gestures the student. You look up and nods at her with a smile when she waved at you. "She's talking to me about a volleyball tryout on Saturday, you wanna join?"

"Uh, nah I'm good." You smile politely, "I'll wait for you at the library." You stand up and tap her shoulder before waving good bye to Lea.

Your cream-colored tote bag hangs on your shoulder as you stride along the hallway. Several students are scattered, some of them are chatting with their friends, some are just walking, and some are busy reading a book while sitting on the benches.

You don't even know where the library is, and you forgot to ask Tiffany about it. Just as you're about to groan out of frustration, your phone buzzes against your palm, making you stop walking. Upon opening your device, Semi's name pops up on the notification. You quickly open it to read the message.

The light blue walls draw your attention, with it being perfectly paired to the wooden brown bookshelves, chairs, and tables — creating the perfect relaxing ambiance. The tables are neatly arranged, precisely lining the walls.

You glance down, noticing the clean, dark wooden brown tiles beneath your feet. Your eyes are drawn to the large, round university logo embedded in the floor, positioned just past the entrance to the library.

The familiar, feint pulsation and wave of desperation rushes inside you, making you weak in your knees. Atsumu's gaze on you intensifies as he could already feel the shift in the atmosphere. Your heart catches your throat, making your breath hitch as he starts to lean in, slowly — as if he's testing the waters.

He leans his other hand on the side of your head just above your shoulder, having you cornered against the wall. Atsumu searches for your permission through your eyes, his warm breath brushing softly against your skin.

"Atsumu.." breathless, you called his name.

His eyes are still lock onto yours, his chest heaving up and down as he, himself, is starting to feel the heavy weight of anticipation on his shoulders.

"I want to fuck you right now, Y/n." He whispers, merely brushing his lips against yours.

You could already feel the heat radiating from him. The feeling of excitement and agitation showers through where you're deeply longing for Atsumu to conquer again.

Your whole body tenses, knowing that one, little move will end you up kissing him.

You flutter your eyes open to meet his, a glint of excitement and tease seen in his eyes.

"R-Right here?" You stutter, making him grin.

"Right here." Atsumu says before capturing your lips.

He lets go of his bag, dropping it down the floor beside you. His hand quickly pushes your bag off your shoulder, letting it fall down as well.

Atsumu's right hand found its way to cup your cheeks while the other hand palmed the side of your waist, pushing you harder against the wall as he pressed himself on you.

In an instant, the kiss became deeper — feeling becoming more frantic and urgent. It's like you didn't know your body's been waiting for this moment.

You press your hands against his chest, feeling his muscles tense under your fingers.

"Atsu..." A light gasp escapes your mouth when his lips trailed down your jaw up to your right ear.

Atsumu couldn't help but clench his jaw upon hearing you moan his name, feeling himself getting harder by seconds. His hand trails the side of your body as his tongue dances against your skin, making you bite your lip.

"You smell amazing, baby.." He whispers in your ear, making shivers travel along your skin.

You were too preoccupied by his mouth that you didn't notice his hand was already sliding up your skirt, his palm rubbing against the side of your thigh. He lifts your uniform higher for him to better access your ass, giving it a light squeeze — the soft texture of your white stockings brushing his palm.

Your hand rakes his soft, blonde hair, gripping it lightly when as he sucks on your neck. Atsumu hooks his thumb on your stocking's waistband, playing with it, threatening to tug it down.

"Atsu..." You call him, he lightly nibbles your ear, gently tugging it. "Not here."

"Hmm?"

You were about to answer when your phone vibrates inside your pocket, making you pull on his hair to make him look at you. Atsumu felt the buzzing too, making his brows furrow as the two of you catch your breaths.

"N-Not in the library.." You look down, as if biting your lower lip would calm your pulsating clit.

He doesn't answer, he just watch you reach for your phone to see who messaged you. Atsumu darts his eyes towards your screen, his head fuming with anger upon seeing Semi's name pop up your notification. He removes his hand from your body, leaving your skin cold from the sudden absence of his warm touch.

As you both exit the library, your heart skips a beat when you spot Atsumu leaning against the wall not far from the entrance. His arms are casually folded and legs partially crossed, head tilted back against the wall, accentuating the sharp lines of his jaw and throat. You take a sharp gulp, the lump in your throat making it hard for you to swallow, as your legs become unable to keep walking with your eyes locked on him.

Semi notices your reaction, making him look away. He turns to Atsumu whose eyes are still closed. Atsumu's been waiting for you, wanting to make sure you won't take your sweet time talking with Semi.

"Hey, man." Semi calls him, interrupting your daze.

You clear your throat, regaining your composure when Atsumu's head turns to him. His eyes immediately searches for yours, and you feel your cheeks heat up upon meeting his gaze.

Atsumu's brows knits, "Hey." He responds with a confused tone.

"I thought you were leaving?"

Atsumu sharply inhales as he stood up straight, casually tucking his hands inside his pocket. His gaze alternates from you and Semi, losing his cool with each second you're standing close to him.

You look away before taking a deep breath, not able to handle Atsumu's intense stare.

"I was." Atsumu turns to Semi, "Just waiting for someone."

The memory of Atsumu saying the same thing from last night at his party suddenly flashes in Semi's mind, making him think if Atsumu was waiting for you again.

They stare at each other, both maintaining a neutral, casual facade, yet the intensity in the air is undeniable — a quiet tension radiating between them.

Semi was about to respond when you suddenly clear your throat, "Hey um, I need to go."

"Oh, sure." Semi turns his whole body towards you, tucking his hands inside his pockets before giving you a sweet smile.

Atsumu looks away as he could almost roll his eyes at the view. Tch. He scoffs inside his head, absolutely not being a fan of Semi's intent towards you.

"Yeah," You awkwardly smile at him. "Bye!" Without throwing Atsumu a glance, you turn around and start to walk away.

Semi's gaze follows you, hint of disappointment rushing inside him. He wanted to spend more time with you, but he understands that you have your own schedule.

Atsumu sees how Semi admires you from afar, making him want to immediately follow you and block his view, but he holds himself back.

As much as Atsumu wants you all to himself, he knows that you're still uncomfortable making other people know your 'relationship' with him, and he respects that. Although if it were up to him, he'd gladly let Semi watch while he wraps his arm around your shoulders, making not only him, but everyone, see that you're with him.

Semi sighs and turns to Atsumu. "I'll get going," He smiles. Atsumu just gives him a casual nod.

"Take care."

Semi doesn't answer, he just gives Atsumu a smile before walking away. The sound of each of his steps as he's going up the stairs echoes through the hallway, seeming to be louder than usual — concealing the chatters of the students from different areas.

Semi resists the urge to look back. He doesn't want to confirm if Atsumu is still there. Deep down, he has this nagging feeling that Atsumu is waiting for you, and the last thing he wants is to witness Atsumu trailing after you. Yet, as Semi turns to walk away, Atsumu does just that — waiting a few more seconds before striding purposefully behind you.

He tries to brush off the accusation, refusing to let his own selfish thoughts get in the way. Quietly, he heads back to his classroom, phone in hand, wanting to text you. But as his mood sours, he stops himself, realizing he no longer feels up to it.

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Your eyes remain fixated on the road, your grip on the steering wheel is more relaxed than earlier when you and Atsumu left the school. You still can't fully believe that you're bringing Atsumu in your apartment, hence the continuous hammering of your chest.

"I can't." You reply, making him angle his head forward to look clearly into your face.

You clench your jaw, seeing him more vividly in your peripherals. The sunset from outside the window illuminates him from behind, awakening the sudden flutter in your stomach. Just one look from him could easily unravel your strained facade, so you do your best to keep yourself from looking back at him.

"Why not?" Atsumu's eyes were soft.

The sunlight falls gently on your skin, casting a golden hue that makes Atsumu’s heart flutter at how radiant you appear. He takes it all in, every detail of your beauty — how strands of your hair falls perfectly on your face, and how pink and soft your lips are looking — makes him remember how your kiss was the best one he's ever had.

His gaze lingers on your cold, piercing eyes, completely entranced by how your curved lashes flutter gently whenever you blink. There's something mesmerizing about the way your eyes look at something, it makes him proud on how your emotionless eyes becomes soft and needy whenever you share a moment with him.

"I've got other plans that day." You casually reply, gently pressing your foot on the brake as the car slows to a stop at a red light.

Atsumu pouts before slumping himself back on his seat. You turn to him only to see him sulking, arms folded, while staring outside the window.

You sigh, "It's not what you think it is."

"Can you please don't think of anything inappropriate about Eita?" You exclaim, drawing his attention back at you.

You fight his sharp gaze, "Eita? You're on first name basis now?"

"So? He's my friend." You dodge his sarcasm.

Atsumu groans before turning his head back away from you. "Yeah, whatever."

You don't know whether you'd be pissed or laugh at Atsumu's childish behavior. I can't take this brat seriously, you laugh in your head.

"Anyway..." You change the topic, not wanting the kid to escalate with his tantrums. "Aren't you gonna ask me what I'm doing that day?"

"If it's with that guy, then I won't."

You roll your eyes, a light chuckle escaping your lips. "You're unbelievable."

Atsumu jolts his head towards you, "The hell you're laughing at?"

Your chuckle becomes louder, catching him off guard to seeing you laugh. "I can't imagine how Osamu deals with your ass every single day."

"What... Are you making fun of me?" His mouth falls open at an insulted manner.

"Yeah."

Atsumu narrows his eyes at you, but your gaze remains at front. He sighs before looking away, feeling defeated.

"What are you gonna do on Saturday?" He slowly asks, his tone rises and falls in mockery, making you smirk.

"Well..." The stoplight turns green, so you set your foot off the brake and press on the gas, setting the car in motion again. "I have audition as well."

Like a puppy, Atsumu's ears perk up before turning towards you. The curiousity in his expressive eyes makes your heart skip a beat.

"Audition? For what?"

"Dance troupe—"

"You can dance!?" You hold back a grin upon hearing the excitement in his voice.

"Kinda," You shrug your shoulders.

It's like his eyes beamed with admiration, "I need to watch you!"

You can't help but laugh a little, "You can't."

"Why not!?"

"Because you have your tryout."

"I'll go there after your performance." He keeps on insisting, making your cheeks heat up.

"Do whatever you want," You grip on the steering wheel tightly, calming your thumping heart.

Atsumu turns his whole body towards you, making you frown at him for a split second.

"And then you can watch my tryout after your performance, and we can hang after."  He states excitedly. "Or maybe we can fuck in the storage closet right after—"

"Atsumu!" You yell at him, making him burst out laughing.

You 'tsk' at him, having a hard time containing your laughter as well.

"What!?" He chuckles, the sound of his voice completely mesmerizing to your ears.

Shut it, Y/n, you hold yourself back as you realize you're being carried away by your emotions.

The both of you becomes silent for a brief moment. Atsumu leans back on the car door, casually watching you drive. He can't help but remember what happened last night, how the two of you rammed each other in the backseat.

"Quit staring." You snap, already feeling awkward.

Atsumu tilts his head sidewards as if he was scrutinizing you, "No wonder why you were amazing on top," He smirks.

"What?"

"'Cause you can dance. I knew there was something different from the way you grinded on me last night," He bites his lip, a smirk pulling on his mouth as if he was reliving each moment from last night. "You felt very... skilled."

"Shut up," You scorn, but in reality, you just can't take how he blatantly compliments you.

"Can you dance for me later?"

"What?! No." You sounded panicked, and Atsumu noticed it.

"Why not? An exclusive show's an amazing idea." Atsumu sits properly again, his eyes darted on the road as he imagines you dancing for him.

"You know what, don't watch on Saturday."

"What? Why!?"

"Because you're annoying me!"

Atsumu laughs, amused by your annoyed expression. He knows he's got you, and he's proud of it.

"And besides," You continue. "Your audition is more important."

"And why's that?"

"I don't know? 'Cause you love volleyball, I guess?"

"You seem to love dancing as well, so it's as important for you as it is for me." Atsumu shrugs, making you look at him for a second.

"Whatever."

"And don't worry about me, I can get myself into the team. Though, I'm not on their level." He says, making your brows furrow.

"I didn't know you're capable of self-doubt?" You chuckle, amused.

"What?" He frowns at you. Atsumu arches a brow when he realizes what you meant. "Ah, don't get me wrong. What I meant was I'm way better than all of them."

Your smile drops upon hearing his cocky remark, "Wow,"

He chuckles, "'Cause I'm that great, baby."

You frown at his smug tone. "Yeah, good luck on working your way through the team without Osamu."

Atsumu feels insulted by what you said, but you just laughed at his reaction.

"Why are you so mean?"

"But I'm not? I'm just stating the fact!" You exclaim, making him pout. "I watched several of your games from high school, the both of you were like the duo, so I'm guessing the adjustment will not be easy for you."

Atsumu remains silent, unable to argue with the logic of your point. You notice how he's become quiet, so you glance at him.

"But I know you'll nail them all." 

Like a kid who's easily convinced, Atsumu grins as he turn his head towards you.

"You think so?"

"No." You joke, making him roll his eyes at you.

The two of you continue with your talks and bickering until you reach your apartment. You pull into the spot in front of your apartment and quickly hop out after turning off the engine. Atsumu follows close behind, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

"Nice neighborhood," he remarks, glancing around with interest. His gaze shifts to your apartment. "And nice place. Do you live alone?"

You stride towards your gate, opening the locks with the keys in your hand. "I won't let you come if someone else is here." You sarcastically reply to him as you open your gate.

He smirks, walking up behind you as you enter inside. "Why not? We can do it quietly if it ever comes to that."

You roll your eyes, ignoring him. You let him enter before closing the gate yourself. Atsumu scans the compact garage, his gaze settling on a single large plant by the window near your door. He takes in the cream-colored walls, noting how the soft tones feel soothing to his eyes.

The silence between you both stretches as you slip your key into the doorknob. Atsumu stands quietly behind you, so close that you can feel his presence. The realization that you're letting him into your home sends your heart racing. You know exactly what's about to happen, yet a mix of panic and excitement churns inside you.

The soft click of the doorknob unlocking seems to echo in your ears, making your heart skip a beat. With a shaky hand, you turn the knob and push the door open. The warm air of the living room greets you both as you step inside first, slipping off your shoes.

Atsumu follows quietly, mirroring your actions. Despite his usual confidence, even he feels a bit nervous as this is the first time he's entered the home of a girl he's been sleeping with.

"You want water or anything?" You break the silence as you turn the lights on before walking towards where the switch of the air-conditioner is.

Atsumu quietly closes the door behind him, locking it before scanning your living room.

"Yeah, that would be nice. Thanks." He says, lost in his thoughts as he takes in the details of your home.

You steal a glance from him, smiling to yourself as to how he looks like a little kid being mesmerized by the toys in a toy store or something. After dropping your bag on the couch, you stride towards the refrigerator in your kitchen to get him some cold water.

"You can put your bag right there." Atsumu's pulled out of his thoughts and looks at you gesturing the couch. "Sit down, I won't bite." You chuckle in amusement.

He quickly obliges, settling into your average-sized couch with ease. His gaze sweeps around the room, clearly mesmerized by your space.

The apartment isn't large, just cozy enough for one person, but there’s a warmth that draws him in. His eyes land on the small table in front of him, cluttered with random hair clips, a remote, and a few scattered pens. He frowns upon seeing an ashtray just below the table.

"You smoke?" He asks, his lips scrunched up in a mild disgust.

You raise an eyebrow. "You have a problem with that?"

"Ew." He grimaces, making you frown.

"Excuse me? Mind your own business."

"You know that'll kill you, right?" He gently nudges the ashtray with his foot.

"I just smoke occasionally, okay?"

"Still!" He rolls his eyes at you, setting back the ashtray back under the coffee table. "Did you smoke today?"

"No," You reply before pouring the glass some water.

"When do you usually smoke?" He leans back, feeling the soft pillow caress his back through his uniform.

You scoff at him, placing the pitcher down the counter. "You're interviewing me now?"

"Just getting to know you more, that's all." He shrugs, making you squint your eyes at him.

You sigh, giving in to what he wants. "Usually at night before I go to bed."

"Last night, did you smoke?"

"Yeah, before I went to the party."

Atsumu grimaces, "So, you're telling me... I shoved my tongue inside your cigarette-infected mouth? Ugh."

You can't help but let out a chuckle, "Wow... You're soooo clean."

"Why do you even smoke?" He crosses his arms, his eyes narrowed at you.

You put the pitcher back inside the fridge before folding your arms, "Stress."

"What makes you stressed?"

"What's with the questions??" You laugh, making him pout.

"I'm just concerned about your health, stupid."

"Don't worry, I won't die with just a cigarette a day." You grab the glass of water before walking towards him. "Here." You hand him the glass.

"Thanks," He says before taking the glass from your hand. His hand accidentally brushes against your fingertips, making you flustered.

He catches his reflection in the TV across the room, feeling oddly at home, as he takes a sip of water.

"I'm just gonna take a shower first." You say, firming your gaze when he looks at you.

"Can I join?" His eyes light up with excitement.

"What? No."

"Tch. Why not?" He whines, making you frown.

"Just stay there." You turn your back on him, leaving him sulking on your couch. "If you want some more, just get it from the fridge. There are some snacks too, you can have some if you want."

"Make sure to brush your teeth. I don't want to taste some cigars in your mouth." He demands, making you scowl at him.

"I didn't even smoke today—"

"I don't care?" He sings the words, making you cringe.

"Whatever." You turn back on him, marching inside the bathroom.

While you're busy showering, Atsumu patiently waits for you in the living room, his eyes still sweeping around your home. He feels enthralled on how you let him come into your apartment, although he was expecting you'd decline.

Atsumu leans back and closes his eyes after placing the empty glass on the coffee table. His mind races, running through the possible scenarios of what might unfold later. A light smile tugs at his lips as he feels himself falling for you, little by little.

He's not afraid of commitment — no, that doesn't scare him — but the thought of rejection sits heavy in his chest. Deep down, he knows that if he asked you to date him now, you'd probably turn him down. That's why he holds himself back, even though a part of him wants nothing more than to take the chance.

His eyes shoot open when his phone dings. He quickly reach for it inside his pocket before reading the Osamu's reply to his text message way before the two of you left school.

While Atsumu's outside waiting for you, you silently let the cold water wash over your skin as you calm yourself down. You hang your head backwards, letting the water splatter over your neck down to the rest of your body, all while your hair's clamped into a bun. He's outside... waiting for me... that thought is enough to send you over the edge.

You can't deny it anymore, your body longs for him — you long for him. Your system has been craving him ever since last night, which explains why you kept agreeing to what he's saying. Blood rushes through your cheeks while imagining Atsumu patiently waiting in your living room, how happy you felt upon seeing him settle in your home. It felt good seeing him inside your safe space, it's like he's supposed to be there in the first place.

You let yourself relaxed for a few more minutes before stepping out of the shower. After reaching for the towel, you quickly wrap it around your body before hopping off the shower. You don't plan on getting dressed as to it'll only get ripped off you minutes from now.

After securing your towel in place, you walk out and finds Atsumu standing in front of your fridge, his hand clasped behind his back.

"What are you doing?" You ask while walking towards him.

"Hi, uh... I was just looking..." Atsumu's tongue got stuck upon seeing you with nothing on but a towel. "...at your pictures here..." His words came out slow, his eyes scanning your body.

You feel the heat rushing through your whole face but you act composed, striding beside him to look at what he was staring at. Atsumu's eyes never left yours, his gaze fixated on your semi damped face.

You stop just beside him, seeing the picture frames displayed on top of the fridge. "That's my aunt."

Atsumu was snapped out of his daze, "Oh," He almost stuttered as he looked at the picture. "Where is she right now?" Atsumu tries hard to act casual when in reality, he's dying to throw you on top of the table and fuck you endlessly.

"She's working in my hometown, quite far away from here actually. But we still keep in touch," You look at Atsumu. "She's the reason why I chose nursing, she kinda inspired me." You chuckle.

"Wow," Atsumu whispers before looking back at your aunt's picture. He scans the other two photos, with one of it being your picture with Tiffany, and another one with Tiffany and Suna. "Where are your parents?"

You pause for a moment, leaving Atsumu hanging with his question. He looks at you confused when he gets no reaction from you.

"They're dead." You blurt out like it was the most casual thing to ever say.

Atsumu's eyes widen, taken aback by your abrupt response. "Oh, I'm sorry—was that too much?"

"What?" You laugh at his reaction. "It's fine. Although, I don't really know if they're dead... I just think of them like that just because."

Despite the smile on your lips, Atsumu hints the seriousness in your eyes. "Can I ask what happened?" Atsumu slowly asks, making you squint your eyes at him.

"You already know too much."

He pouts, the usual whiny expression plasters his face again. "Why? I told you I wanna get to know you!"

You roll your eyes before chuckling. "Nah, that's enough for today."

"Why? Are you scared that you might fall in love with me?" He raised his brow at you with full confidence.

"And what the fuck does it have to do with that?!" You scowl, making him blurt out laughing.

"You know, people typically fall for the person they speak their heart out to." He starts, "So, if you talk to me about your problems, you will feel light because I'll comfort you, I'll say kind things, I'll make sure you're happy afterwards... you know? That sort of thing?"  The proud smile on his lips tells you how much of a delusional human being he is.

"You need therapy..."

"And!—I fuck incredibly good, am I right?" He adds, making you frown. "It's not impossible for you to fall for me, Y/N. Just saying hahahah!"

You blink, processing the nonsensical information he's telling. "You're one hell of a delusional motherfucker, aren't you?"

He just laughs at you, making you roll your eyes. Silence falls on both of you quickly after that. Atsumu continues to stare at the pictures and other things on top of the fridge. A black, beaded bracelet with a red rose pendant catches his attention. He was about to ask about the bracelet when suddenly, you break the silence.

"I'm just gonna put my clothes on." You say before turning around.

"What? Why!?" Atsumu grabs your arm, tugging on it like a kid.

"I'm getting cold!" You pull your arm away from him, "And besides, you're too busy staring at the pictures so I'll just leave you be."

Atsumu feels his face crumpling into a cheeky grin, "Aw..." He mocks, making you frown at him. "Are you waiting for me to fuck you already?"

"Isn't that why you're here?—Fuck, you're really wasting my time." You curse under your breath the last sentence, making him laugh.

Your cheeks heat up, making you look away. You grip the hem of your towel tightly, holding yourself from punching Atsumu's face.

"Come here," After calming down, Atsumu opens his arms for you, asking for a hug.

You arch a brow at him, annoyed. "What?"

"I said, come here." He doesn't wait for you, he tugs on your arm and pulls you close to him.

You sigh, giving in to his touch. He snake his hands along your waist, pressing you closer against his body. Atsumu locks his gaze on your tensed face, making him smirk.

"Kinda wishing I insisted on showering with you..." He whispers before angling your chin to meet his eyes with his index finger.

His thumb rests on your chin, gently rubbing it as his eyes trace your lips.

A small smile forms on his lips, "Remember my text this morning?"

"What text?"

He smirks, "My text about wanting to try something with you."

Atsumu grins upon seeing how your face becomes flushed, making him trail his hand down to you ass before giving it a light, firm squeeze. You gulp at the sudden action, making you grip on his uniform.

"I don't remember," You lie, avoiding his gaze.

"You don't remember?" Atsumu repeats your remark with a mocking tone, raising his eyebrows as he angles his face to better look at your face.

Atsumu finds it thrilling how you're obviously denying your excitement in front of his face, making him feel powerful over you.

"Allow me to remind you, then." He breathes, before palming the side of your neck.

His thumb pushes your chin to face him before his lips meet yours. You could almost moan at how soft and erotic Atsumu was kissing you, his tongue exploring your mouth  as if he's been wanting to taste you for a very long time.

The remains of the cold water lingering on your skin sent shivers on Atsumu's body, further igniting the heat that's been desperate to be fueled inside him.

You wrap your arms around his neck while his hands rub the side of your thighs, sliding it upwards to meet your bare ass. Atsumu lightly bites your lower lip before squeezing your ass under the towel, massaging it before spreading your legs apart from behind. You gasp when he suddenly lifts you up, but your body automatically reacts to him. You hook your legs around his waist as he carries to place you on top of the kitchen counter.

Your skin meets the cold, marbled surface, but you didn't have enough time to react when Atsumu hungrily captures your lips again. You rake your hand in his tousled hair, an innocent moan escaping your lips when his lips travels to kiss the crook of your neck.

Atsumu spreads your legs further, the cold breeze touching your already damped folds. He presses his already hard cock on you, making your clit throb, desperate for any kind of friction. His hands rub your thighs up and down as he places feathery kisses on your shoulder. Atsumu clenches his jaw when your hips move on its own, grinding your clit on his hard cock.

"Fuck.." His weak whisper in your ear was far by the most erotic thing you've heard in your life, making you incredibly hornier.

He settles his hands on your waist, completely lifting the towel, before tugging on the lock of your towel with his teeth — threatening to pull it down.

"W-Wait," You stop him, making him back away and look at you.

"Why?"

You catch your breath, and Atsumu is taken aback at how plump and swollen your lips look. "Bedroom," It took a few more seconds for you to muster up the words.

Atsumu's eyes lit up, "Your bedroom?" He clarifies.

When you nod, he suppresses a grin, feeling a sudden thrill. He didn't see this coming — being invited into your bedroom. The gesture makes him feel trusted, and the realization sets his heart pounding in excitement.

You lightly push him back before jumping off the counter. The cold floor meets your skin as you look up at him. You reach to hold his hand before guiding him towards your bedroom. Atsumu quietly follows you, letting you lead him.

Anticipation ignites within Atsumu, his mind swirling with wild thoughts and scenarios of what might unfold later. His heart races as he struggles to keep his composure, every step closer to your room fueling his excitement.

You feel confident, you feel convinced that you want to do this. There's no point of denying or holding back anymore — you want this as much as he does, or maybe even more than he does.

You turn the doorknob and push the door open before tugging on Atsumu's hand to quietly lead him into the semi darkened room, where the only light comes from the faint golden glow of the sun seeping through the blinds beyond the window. The space is quiet, shadows filling every corner. His eyes slowly adjust, catching the outline of a low bed, the duvet slightly rumpled, as if recently left. A tall, wide mirror stands beside the clothing rack, reflecting the dim light and deepening the room's stillness.

He scans the room, noticing a minimalist desk near the window, its surface barely visible except for a few scattered items. The room feels personal, intimate — hidden in shadow yet inviting, like a private world just being unveiled to him. The air is thick with quiet anticipation as the both of you linger together in the doorway.

The sweet, familiar scent of yours immediately captivates his senses, drawing him in further. Being in your room feels almost surreal, like a kid stepping into a world of excitement and curiosity, leaving him completely enthralled.

"This is... comforting." He comments before smiling at you.

You do your best not to shy away, "It is. Now, close the door."

An amused smirk plasters on his face at your demanding remark, thrilling him. He quietly pushes the door close behind him without turning his gaze away from you.

"Already done, Ma'am." He mocks you, making you chuckle. "But why do you have a big ass mirror?" He looks at your full length, wide mirror. "Do you watch you touch yourself while thinking of me?"

His question was enough for your blood to cover your whole face.

"Ow!" He squirms after you hit his arm.

"It's for when I practice, idiot!" You retort, making him laugh.

"Make sure to dance for me next time, alright?" His voice rests from laughing, a raspy tone leaving his lips. "But for now.." he breathes, "Let me eat your pussy, baby.." He whispers before capturing your lips again.

He kisses you again, deep and hard, before you even have time to gather your thoughts. The wave of heat instantly makes your mind go blank. With a swift motion, he tugs your towel off your body, tossing it onto the chair beside one of your cabinets. Even though he's tempted to admire your naked body before him, he couldn't bare to part his lips from you — it's like he'll go crazy if he stops kissing you.

You notice the hunger from the way he moves his mouth on you as he carefully pushes you towards your bed. His hand roams your body, feeling how soft your skin feels against his hand.

Your heart keeps pounding, your head spinning on how intimate this feels — how intimate you feel with him. It feels wrong, but feels right at the same time. The thought of wanting this to stop as he's getting dangerously drawn inside you snaps inside your mind for a split second, but the way he touches you just have your senses floating in cloud nine. He's gonna be the death of me, you think to yourself, but your heart has a mind of its own — and it tells you how much it won't bother you for a taste of a little death, a taste of him.

"Lay down." He firms, and you quickly oblige.

The way you obey his command quickly and without a second thought brings a flicker of amusement in his eyes — making him feel powerful, making him feel dominant over you. The view of you vulnerable in front of him stirs something within him, making his already hard cock twitch in desperation, begging to slide against your walls already, but he holds back. He needs to pleasure you first, he needs to taste you first. He needs you to moan and beg for him to let you cum while his tongue dances around your clit.

You shuffle on top of your thick blanket, its softness somehow calms your nerves from going crazy. You lay flat on your bed, your legs squeezing together as you watch Atsumu  undo his tie after removing his vest.

Atsumu kneels on the bed, hovering over you as he presses a deep kiss to your lips. When he pulls back, his gaze roams over your bare skin, sending shivers down your spine. You can't help but notice the prominent bulge in his pants, and the sight of it makes you bite your lip in anticipation.

"Give me your hands."

You raise your hands to him, a nervous gulp escaping your throat as he deftly takes his tie and begins to secure your wrists together. Atsumu watches your chest heave with each breath, his jaw clenched, almost overwhelmed by the urge to lower his mouth to your nipples and taste you.

You gasp as he tightens the tie, a sharp hiss escaping your lips. "Is it too tight?" he asks, and you shake your head lightly, trying to appear unbothered.

"I-I'm fine," you manage to say, clearing your throat as his smirk deepens.

"Good girl," he replies, lifting your hands above your head and securing the tie to the headboard. "Sorry, but I don't like distractions when I'm working." He places a soft kiss on your nose as he carefully lifts your head up before placing a pillow under.

He tugs on the restraint twice with full force, making sure you won't be able to escape. He then rises to his knees, taking a moment to admire the sight of you restrained before him. Slowly, he begins to unbutton his uniform, each button revealing more of his toned physique. His sharp, intense gaze pinning you down sends a rush of emotions through you, leaving you breathless.

"Spread your legs for me." His voice sounds demanding, but enough for your clit to pulsate harder. "I'm not gonna fucking say it again, Y/n." He grits his teeth, making you gulp when he gets no reaction from you.

Atsumu tightens his jaw, struggling to free the last button as desire builds within him when you start to open your legs wide in front of him. He could almost rip his uniform off his body upon seeing your glistened folds, pleading to be fucked already.

Your breath hitches at the sight of Atsumu stripping off his uniform, leaving it to crumple on the floor as he reveals his fit body. You can't help but let your gaze trail down to his enticing v-line, your heart racing as it leads to his perfectly defined hips, connecting to the one thing that's been driving you crazy over him.

Atsumu tilts his head, resting his hands on both of your knees before pushing your legs apart further. You gulp as you look at how intensely he's analyzing you, making you almost laugh on how childish he looks just minutes ago but now, he's like an animal dying to devour what's in front of him.

"Atsu.." Atsumu's breath catches up on his throat upon hearing you whine, making him look at you. "Touch me already, please.." You beg, the erotic sound of yours drives Atsumu mad.

"Where?" He grips your legs, his eyes dark.

The glow of the sun already setting from outside the window was enough for him to visualize how lewd you look in front of him, the light reflecting from your glistened folds. His fingers from one hand slide from your knees toward your inner thigh, making your hips slightly buck up from his touch.

You lips part, a gasp escaping your mouth when his finger tips brushes against your wet, throbbing clit, barely even touching it.

"There," You whine, eyes closed.

"Where?"

"Touch me there, baby... please," You moan, squirming under his touch.

Atsumu wastes no more time, shuffling above your bed and placing his mouth close to your clit. You tug on Atsumu's tie, feeling frustrated when you can't grip his hair and just press his face down on you.

He smirks when he notices your frustration, "Tell me, what should I do, baby?" He teases as his hands guide your legs to hook on his shoulder.

You bite your lip, whimpering out of annoyance. Atsumu softly blows an air out to your clit, making your hips squirm against his mouth. He backs his head away when he sees you trying to grind your hips on his face, making you groan out of frustration.

"Come on, please..." He likes hearing you beg.

He hooks his hand on your hips, pressing you firmly against your bed. "Please what?" He murmurs, placing feathery kisses on your inner thigh and folds, purposely avoiding your clit.

"Lick me..." you plead with a small voice.

"Where?" Atsumu looks at you with desperate eyes.

"Make my clit feel good, baby, please..." you whimper, the defeat taking over your senses.

A proud smirk forms on Atsumu's lips, not wanting to prolong your misery any further.
Your arousal just keeps dripping down your folds, enough to almost make Atsumu's mouth water in excitement.

"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" He mocks you as he unbuttons his pants.

He frees his aching cock, placing it flat on top of his vest under him. After he comfortably positions his dick under him, he grabs your legs again before lowering his head on your clit.

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ATSUMU RESTS HIS ARM in between your breasts, his hand holding you by the neck in a choking manner.

"H-Ha... Shit.." An innocent moan leaves your lips when Atsumu licks your entrance, sliding his tongue upwards along your slick folds until he reaches your clit.

You throw your head back, burying yourself further into your pillow upon the pleasurable sensation. Atsumu peaks through your hardened nipples, his gaze trailing along your jaws down to your neck.

He repeats what he did, licking you from bottom to top as if you were some kind of ice cream, savoring the flavor. Atsumu slides his hand down to rub your nipple while his other hand pins your thigh down the bed, spreading you further.

He starts to flick his tongue up and down on your sensitive bud, starting at an average pace, warming your senses up. At the same time, he plays with your erected nipples, pinching it lightly as he continues to lick your clit.

"Faster, please, baby..." you start to pant.

But to your frustration, he stops before lifting his head to look at you clearly. Atsumu smirks upon seeing your whiny face.

"You like it that much when I play with your clit, huh?" He grins before peppering your folds with soft kisses.

"Come on, don't torture me." You groan, making him chuckle.

"Have a taste first, baby..." He lifts himself up before hovering over you, having his cock thump against your abdomen.

Your jaw clenches when he slams his lips right into yours, his tongue inside your mouth exploring. He presses his cock against your abdomen, lightly humping on your skin — having his precum drip on you — as he kisses you torridly.

"Atsu..." You whine when his lips trail down your neck.

It tickles you when he softly laughs in your ear, his chuckle sounding erotic. "I'm taking my time with you, baby... just relax." He nibbles your ear.

Atsumu can't help but be amused by your desperation, the way you try to grind against him, seeking relief. He means what he said — tonight is about taking his time, drawing out every bit of pleasure he can and making sure that you feel him tomorrow with every step you take. He wants to leave you breathless and weak, to have you scream his name so loudly until the neighbors can't ignore it. He wants you to feel the same rush — same wild need that’s coursing through him.

Your body pulls against the restraint as a moan escapes you. His tongue slowly circles one nipple, the wet heat of his mouth sending shivers down your spine. His free hand teases the other, fingers skillfully pinching and twisting, heightening the pleasure coursing through you.

"You're so fucking sexy..." He mumbles as his lips trail down your stomach.

Your legs automatically spreads wider when you feel his mouth getting closer to your aching clit. You intently watch him, biting your lower lip as you see him fully concentrating when his face levels with your pussy.

You lightly squirm your hips under him, no longer caring if he makes fun of how desperate you look. But instead of his usual teasing smirk, he fixes you with those dark, lust-filled eyes — the kind of look that tells you there’s no escape from what's about to happen.

Fuck, you curse inside your head, completely lost in his beauty. His face positioned between your thighs sets off an uncontrollable heat within you. The feeling of him devouring you is already electrifying, but seeing him down there takes the experience to a whole new level of madness — pushing you way past the edge of sanity.

A silent gasp escapes your mouth when you feel his tongue circling around your clit. Atsumu cannot bring to close his eyes as he loves seeing you arching your back against his tongue. He was too focused that he couldn't construct proper sentences in his head to compliment how amazing you were doing.

Atsumu fights the urge to stroke his throbbing cock, the sight of you moaning helplessly under his tongue makes it almost unbearable. But he's determined to make you cum first. He wants to give you such intense pleasure that you won't be able to stop thinking about him for days — making sure you feel him so deeply that even Semi will notice your distracted thoughts in the days to come.

He spreads your legs wider, exposing your pulsating nub to his face. His eyes sparkle upon seeing how your arousal drips down your sheets. Atsumu grips your legs before placing his tongue flat on your entrance. Just as the perfect time you meet his eyes, he looks at you intensely as he starts to slide his tongue up to meet your clit.

"F-Fuck... Atsumu..." You tip your head backwards, burying it on your pillow when he transitions from licking to sucking.

His lips suck on your clit with precision, the steady rhythm making your whole body tingle with pleasure. Each pull of his lips drives you further into oblivion, your mind spiraling with pleasure. You squeeze your eyes shut, the ache in your wrists from tugging at the restraint fading into the background as the intensity of his touch consumes you.

"Holy s-shit—fuck, baby!" You become completely lost when he inserts two fingers, pressing it hard deep inside you. Atsumu's mouth lightly falls agape, his pupils almost dilating upon seeing you take his fingers in.

Your body jolts in pleasure, making Atsumu lift his head up to pin you down in place. His eyes search for your face as he starts to pump his finger in and out of you at a merciless pace. The sound of your arousal against his fingers echoes inside his head, making him fully captivated by how your body was naturally responding to his movements.

"Feels good?" Atsumu asks, his eyes hazy, as he fingers you fast.

He looks down on you when he gets no answer, his eyes locking on how his fingers fuck your slippery cunt.

He lowers himself again, his lips meeting your clit as he continues pumping his fingers inside you. Atsumu looks at you through the valley of your breasts, your lewd reaction had him curling his fingers to hit your g-spot.

"A-Atsu!" Your hands could almost turn white with how hard you're pulling on his tie when he hits your spot, flicking his fingers alternately inside you.

Atsumu knows you're close, just by how your breathing changed, your whimpered cries, and by the way your hips jerk against him — he knew you were about to cum.

Small whimpers slip from your mouth when you slowly start to feel the knot forming in your lower abdomen.

"C-Cum..ming..." The words leave your mouth with a huff, making Atsumu's jaw tighten.

"Let it out, baby..." he inserts another finger, making your mouth fall open as a loud moan slips your mouth. "Come on, let it all out..." Atsumu's breath becomes shaky, completely being carried away by your reactions.

With a few more pumps, you let out a guttural moan as you explode against Atsumu, your arousal freely dripping to coat his fingers down to his palm. He was deeply captivated with how your body gracefully arched, all while his fingers were hooked inside you. It was like everything was set in slow motion, having your head spiral as your orgasm hit you hard. Atsumu couldn't help but moan against your clit upon seeing and feeling you cum.

Atsumu stops pumping his fingers when he sees your body twitching, pulling his hand out to see your cum drip, trailing down along the line of your ass.

He switches his gaze towards you, biting his lip upon seeing how hard you're trying to control your breaths. As you come down from your high, Atsumu leans down to kiss you, his wet fingers holding your waist.

"How was it?" he brushes his lips against yours, his nose lightly nudging yours.

He feels your hot breath against his skin, only intensifying his desire to fuck you already.

"Good..." you almost stutter, feeling how your erected nipples brush against his chest as you catch your breath.

"Just 'good'?" he smirks sarcastically before bringing his finger to circle your entrance, tracing your aching hole with the tip of his middle finger.

A sharp gasp escapes your mouth when he pushes his finger inside, coating it with your arousal before pulling it out. Your chest heaves upon feeling him pull out, and as when you're about to react, he pushes his coated finger inside your mouth, dragging it outside to brush against your lips and chin.

You glare at him but stop upon seeing how his eyes beam with lust while staring at your mouth. Atsumu's eyes lit up staring at how his finger painted your skin with your cum, making him lose his mind on how hot you looked.

"Damn it, Y/n.." he whispers before lowering his lips to capture yours.

You close your eyes, feeling the heat of his tongue swipe against your lips, sweeping off the remains of your arousal. His tongue glides down from your lips to your chin, licking your skin clean from the mess he painted you with.

"Atsu..." you call for him, snapping him out of his daze. You tug on his tie twice when he looks at you, signaling him to take it off.

"What?"

"Take this off, please?"

He narrows his eyes at you, "You say 'please' like it's the easiest word in your vocabulary." he smirks before reaching to untie you.

"Just for tonight." you chuckle.

Atsumu doesn’t respond. Instead, his gaze is glued to your wrist as he carefully unties the knot. He throws his tie just beside you by the pillow before frowning. Concern etches across his features when he notices the faint red marks around your skin.

"Let me see," Atsumu says quietly, taking your wrist in his hands. His touch is surprisingly gentle as he massages the marks left behind by the tie. "I didn't realize it was that tight, sorry.." he murmurs, his brows furrowed.

You flex your wrist, biting back a wince. "It's no big deal. I barely even felt it in the moment."

It seems like your assurance doesn't fade away his worries, so you extend your hand to palm his cheeks.

"Don't worry about me, I'm tougher than you think." you playfully squint your eyes at him as you rub his cheek with your thumb.

The small gesture was more than enough to make Atsumu's heart flutter, making his eyes soften at the sight of you smiling sweetly under him.

"Are you sure?" he asks, eyes darting back to your wrist.

"Yeah, just..." you pause, heat radiating all over your cheeks.

Atsumu smirks, already knowing what you want. He tilts his head, analyzing how beautiful and innocent you look. It was almost your heartbeats were in sync with each other without your knowledge. Atsumu stares at you with his intense gaze, but you wonder how you're able to hold eye contact with him — it was like your breath will be taken away from you if you look away.

Your breath hitches when he tucks a strand of hair on your forehead behind your ear, wiping the sheen of sweat off your skin.

Your eyes avert towards the corner of his lips, seeing a light mess of your arousal settling around his mouth. Atsumu's breath catches up on his throat when you bring your thumb to swipe the cum off his mouth. But as you're about to pull your hand away, he grabs your wrist before leaning in to suck on your thumb. Atsumu slowly sucked on your finger, his eyes intently watching your reaction.

It was almost too hard for you to swallow, but you managed to snap back from your trance when his mouth made a soft popping sound upon pulling his mouth away.

"You're mine for tonight, Y/n." he whispers, making your heart race. He starts to lower his face towards you, "Let me take care of you." then, he kisses you sensually.

You could almost moan when Atsumu comfortably settles his body on top of you, gently kissing you all while positioning his cock on top of your abdomen.

The overwhelming feeling of sensuality washes over you when you finally got to wrap your arms around his neck, locking him closer to you as you two make out.

Shivers keep running down your spine as you feel his skin caressing yours, your nipples pressing against his chest. You angle your head slightly upwards, giving Atsumu better access to kiss on your neck as he reaches for the condom in his pocket.

He pulls away from the kiss, sitting on his knees as he puts the sachet in between his teeth. It was the perfect moment for you to soak in Atsumu's body. Your gaze trails down his neck, down to the contours of his shoulder.

Your lips lightly part as you watch his biceps flex while he works his pants down — but it's his toned chest, chiseled abs, and that unmistakable v-line that leads to what you want most that leaves you breathless.

"Wait," you stop Atsumu from completely ripping the sachet open to look at you.

"What?"

You shift your elbows to help you sit up. Atsumu quietly follows your movement, his brows furrowing as you get up from the bed.

"What are you doing?" he asks, confused.

With all the courage you could muster, "Sit down." You exclaim, having Atsumu's eyes soften.

You try incredibly hard to fight his gaze, even though you feel how hot your cheeks are becoming.

Atsumu holds back his smirk, already picking up a hint on what you wanted to do. As much as he wants to let you take control, he wants to hear what you're planning to do first.

"Why?"

You scoff, turning your gaze elsewhere, your cheeks flushing with heat. The intensity of his gaze makes it impossible for you to meet his eyes. This is your first time, and the way Atsumu touched you leaves you feeling too vulnerable to initiate anything that might make him feel good too.

"Y/n?" Atsumu faces his whole body towards you, his voice seductive as he angles his head to meet your eyes.

You clench your jaw, feeling overwhelmed by him. He gets up from the bed to stand in front of you. Atsumu knows what you wanted to do, he just wanted to hear you say it — which you find kind of difficult. He places down the sachet on your pillow before grabbing you by your chin to make you face him.

"Tell me what you want to do," his voice is low and commanding, a sound that makes you weak in the knees. "What do you wanna do to me, baby?" he whispers, a fire of desire igniting within him as he imagines your intentions.

You clench your fists as you watch him scan your face, "I... I want to make you feel good too," you reply with a small voice, dodging his stare.

"You want to make me feel good?" he repeats your words with a teasing lilt, his fingers brushing your hair back behind your shoulder. "How do you plan to do that?"

You take a deep breath, mustering all your courage, before looking back at him. His eyes convey an intense lust, as if you could almost hear his thoughts — making himself pretty clear on how badly he wants to shove himself inside your mouth already, but he patiently waits for you, relishing the moment.

Instead of answering with words, you lean in to kiss him. You palm his cheeks, bringing your naked body to press against his warmth. Atsumu quickly responds to you by snaking his hands to clasp your waist, pushing himself to tell you how hard you make him feel.

You gently push him to sit on your bed, which he obliges to. The kiss broke when he sat down, his eyes looking up to admire your body. You waste no more time, carefully kneeling in front of him after spreading his legs wide for you.

Atsumu's breath hitches, quietly watching your every movement intently.  He observes the way your chest rises and falls, sensing your nervousness, but he allows you to take your time. He revels in watching you seize control, all while he restrains himself from pulling you by the hair and forcing you to take his cock deep already.

Your eyes fixate on his cock that's standing proudly before you, thick and veiny, glistening in the soft light. You notice the bead of precum glistening at the tip, teasing you with its promise of pleasure. As you watch it twitch in anticipation, you feel your heart race. This is the first time you've seen him so clearly and intimately — face to face — and the sight overwhelms you with a mix of excitement and nerves.

You start lean closer, imagining how it would feel to wrap your lips around him. With shaky hands, you place them flat on Atsumu's thigh before connecting your lips with his tip.

Atsumu lets out a shaky, quiet gasp as he feels his cock pulsate upon meeting your soft lips. You slowly open your mouth, encircling his whole tip with your lips, having Atsumu hold his hips from jerking upwards.

As you wrap your lips around him, you start on flicking your tongue under, sending waves of pleasure all throughout his body.

"Y-Y/n..." Atsumu couldn't help but call for you, his fist clenching your bedsheets.

Hearing him moan was enough to encourage you to go deeper, which you did. You have no idea if you're doing it right, but seeing Atsumu throw his head back while closing his eyes ignites your desire to make him cum inside your mouth.

You squeeze your eyes shut, almost gagging when you feel his tip poke your throat when you're barely even close to his base. So you bring your hand to wrap around his remaining length, stroking it as you slowly bob your head up and down on his dick.

"B-Baby," you look at Atsumu when you hear him hiss.

"Am I doing it wrong?" you reply, worried, after letting go of him.

"No, you're doing great," he assures you. "Just spit on it a little so it's not too dry."

"S-Spit on you?" your heart pounds on your chest, feeling overwhelmed at the vulgarity of the situation.

"Yeah, or you could coat my cock with your saliva first using your tongue. Your pick," he smirks at the sight of you innocently holding his cock.

Atsumu holds back a grin upon seeing you blush at his words, makes him wonder if this was your first time doing such a thing. He has no problem about it though, he actually finds how you're lightly shaking and nervous quite adorable. He feels thrilled seeing this side of you, completely throwing his feisty image of you in the background.

You stare at his cock after what he said, contemplating what to do. This was all new to you, but you're determined not to shy away. You want to give him the same pleasure he gave you — you want to taste him too.

Taking a breath to steady yourself, you gather enough saliva before letting it dribble on his cock. Atsumu's eyes sparkle with lust, his mouth lightly parting as he watches. He grits his teeth when your hands glide over his length, spreading your spit to cover him completely. The lewd sight of your preparing him drives him wild, making him bite down a groan.

"M-Mmm," he grips your bedsheets when you start to stroke his cock using one hand.

He bites his lip, stifling a moan as the wet, slick sounds fill the room as you glide your hand along his cock. Your strokes quicken, focusing on the sensitive tip, making his hips jerk involuntarily, chasing the pleasure.

You can see him fighting to stay quiet, his muscles tensing under his skin as you pump him faster. Your eyes trail over his toned chest and defined abs, admiring every inch of his body while you work him, the tension between you growing with every passing second.

"Yeah, just like that, baby... just like that..." Atsumu praises you, making you squeeze your thighs as you feel your clit pulsating once again.

Your eyes divert to his cock, seeing it being rhythmically squeezed by your hand. The bead of cum swells on his tip, hinting that you're driving him wild. Wanting to pleasure him more, you lean in to seal his tip with your lips, having Atsumu jolt his head forward to look at you.

"Shit, Y/n.." He breathes shakily, admiring the sight of your face almost worshipping his cock. "How are you so amazing at making me feel so fucking horny?"

Feeling yourself get aroused by his words, you tighten your mouth around him as your tongue settles flat under his tip. Giving Atsumu no time to adjust to the sensation, he groans out a sweet moan when you start to bob your head up and down his length.

He squirms under you, making you feel confident. "Shit—fuck that's good... do that again."

Following his order, you focus sucking on his sensitive tip as one hand continues to stroke the remaining length of his cock.

"Don't stop." He firms, closing his eyes as he feels himself getting near his climax.

Your other hand grips his thigh as your eyes begin to water. Occasional gags were heard, having Atsumu's cock feel your mouth's vibrations due to your little moans.

Atsumu hangs his head back, shifting his weight as he leans his arms on your bed, concentrating on the heat of your slippery mouth working his cock. This was one of the scenario he's dreamt of happening. Little did you know how hard he jerked himself this morning, thinking of you sucking his cock. Now that the reality has surpassed his wild thoughts, he can't help but to drown in the intoxicating bliss of the moment.

"Fuck—Don't stop. I'm almost there," he starts to run out of breath, fighting to open his eyes to get a good look on how well you're taking him in.

But everything starts to feel over the edge when he catches you touching yourself as you pleasure him. You couldn't hold it any longer, your clit was begging to be rubbed so you gave in, spreading your legs before circling your finger on your clit.

You match the rhythm of your finger to his hips lightly thrusting inside your mouth, feeling yourself getting close too, when he suddenly grabbed you by the hair before slamming your head down to fully seal his cock.

"I just made you cum and now you're doing this?" His chuckle sounded erotic, his voice trembling at the creeping orgasm.

Atsumu clenches his jaw upon hearing you gagging, the sound being almost too intoxicating to his ears. He moves his hips and thrusts inside your mouth, chasing the pleasure.

"You don't know what you're doing to me, Y/n... Ahh..." he grits his teeth, barely holding his moans back.

He guides your head as you pump him with your mouth, making you stop masturbating to hold onto both his thighs. You can feel how his hips become tighter as seconds pass by, making your eyes water as you feel overwhelmed with how he's throat-fucking you.

"Fuck... I'm cumming, baby..." He let out a whimper, gripping your hair harder, sending a sting of pain on your scalp — but you love how it only added to the pleasure you were feeling. "Baby, please lemme cum inside your mouth..." 

With watery eyes, you meet his pleading gaze before rubbing his thigh with your palms, hinting him that he has your permission to do whatever he wants with you. Atsumu was quick to pick up the signal, making him lean his head back as he explodes inside your mouth.

You feel his sweet release engulf your tongue, making your eyes squeezed shut at the unfamiliar taste of him. He continues to thrust with his remaining strength, his hand still holding you until he relaxes his tight hips as he feels himself drained.

You do your best to swallow every drop of his cum, gagging from time to time. He pulls his dick out of your mouth, having the chance to see it twitch uncontrollably as Atsumu's hazy eyes stare at you.

"That was fucking amazing," he says, catching his breath. "You're amazing..."

You look away, hiding your blush as you wipe your mouth clean. Atsumu's breath was loud enough to echo inside your room, still couldn't get over the fact how madly you made him cum.

Atsumu notices how you're squeezing your thighs together as you fidget with your fingers.

"You got carried away, huh?" He smirks as he leans into your face, placing his elbows on his knees. "Touching yourself while sucking my cock? That's so fucking hot." He whispers, tracing his fingertips along the line of your jaw.

"Atsu..." you whisper, your gaze laced with desperation as you meet his.

"Hmm?" he smirks, his thumb rubbing your lower lip.

"Can you still go on?" you ask, making him raise his eyebrows.

"Wow," he chuckles, making you smirk. "You really think that low of me? You underestimate me, Y/n." he mocks before capturing your lips.

Your lips move automatically with him, matching how he tilts his head to the side to better lock his lips with yours.

"Well," you utter after pulling away from the kiss. "You came pretty fast." you tease him, making him smirk.

He narrows his eyes at you, feeling the smugness of your expression. "Don’t get too cocky," he smirks, his gaze lingering on your flushed cheeks. "You have no idea how quickly the tables can turn once I take you." he pauses, taking his time to admire and peak through your lashes. "I don’t want to hear you begging me to stop when I push you past your limits." His voice deepens into a growl, desire simmering just beneath the surface.

Your heart begins to race, seeing his dark eyes pierce through your skull.

"Stand up." He commands, making you gulp.

Atsumu looks at you proudly when you instantly got up from your knees.

"Turn around and bend over." He adds as he takes the sachet of condom sitting on your pillow. You quickly oblige, doing as he told after gesturing your nightstand table.

In a swift motion, Atsumu tears the sachet open with his teeth before rolling the thin latex down his already hardened shaft. His eyes travel along your back, having him curse inside his head at the sight of your enticing curves.

He positions himself at your entrance, slightly spreading your ass to reveal your aching hole. Fuck, he curses inside his head as his hand finds your waist, pushing it further down to accentuate your arch, making your ass brush against his pulsating member.

Your breath hitches, feeling the mixture of anticipation and readiness as you lean comfortable on the table, bracing yourself for what he'll do next.

You let out a shaky gasp when Atsumu slides his tip along your folds, making your body shiver in excitement. He does that several times, teasing you into frustration.

"Atsu..." you groan, having him curl his lips into a smug look.

"I'm still kinda insulted by what you said," he chuckles, having you clench your fist. "'You came pretty fast'" he mocks your words earlier, still gliding his cock at your entrance.

"Just fuck me already," you couldn't help but sound frustrated, drawing a cocky laugh out of him.

You freeze when he leans into your ear, pressing his chest against your back. "I want to hear you moan my name, alright? Can you do that for me, baby?" he moans in your ear before sucking on your skin.

"Hmm..." A soft moan escapes you when his other hand lightly squeezes your breast. "Yes, I will..."

He chuckles in your ear, thrilled by your obedience. "Didn't know you could be such a good girl for me... I like it..." he slowly whispers in your ear as he starts to slide himself inside you, making your mouth fall open.

"H-Hahh! Fuckkk...!" you squeal with how quick he buried himself deep inside you, making you weak in your knees.

The stretch was euphoric, feeling every detail of his cock slide against your slippery walls, it was unbearable. Atsumu holds your body in place when you start to squirm messily under him, his hand pushing your hips down while his other hand grabs your arm, pulling it towards him to further arch your back against him.

In a matter of seconds, you find yourself losing your senses as Atsumu starts to pound you from behind. He groans at the sound of your uncontrollable moans, having him throw his head back at the indescribable pleasure surging within his body.

Atsumu thrusts deep inside you fast, almost leaving no time for you to catch your breath. You couldn't help but moan at how hard he was pounding you, his tip hitting your spot at the most intoxicating way possible.

Atsumu's mouth slightly falls open, his cheeks flushing as he watches his cock slam into your cunt. He grips your skin hard enough to leave a mark, being completely carried away at how your ass bounces off him as he pounds into you.

"You're squeezing me so fucking well, baby... fuck..." Atsumu praises you, throwing his head back as he relishes the addicting sensation of fucking you.

You hiss when his palm meets your ass with a loud slap, making you bite back a wince. The stinging pain of his slap quickly fades away as Atsumu's thrust washes your senses with pleasure.

"A-Ahh! Baby—Y-You're too deep... holy fuck..." The oxygen leaves your lungs, making you lean your elbow down the table.

Atsumu opens his eyes to look at you, completely weak under him. Then, his hand that's holding your waist down shifts to grab you by the neck before pulling you to stand up, having his cock angle inside you — hitting your g-spot further.

"Fuck!! Atsumu—" you cry your moans out but he leaves no time for you to breathe as he starts to pound deep inside you again.

Atsumu grits his teeth, letting out a groan as he feels his cock being squeezed too tightly inside you. Your dragged out moans was more than enough to stimulate him into building his second orgasm. He grips you firmly, his one hand holding your elbow close to him while his other one lightly chokes you — bringing your body closer to him.

Your head starts to spiral when you start to feel your climax creeping in.

"A-Atsumu... I-I'm—" He knew what you were about to say, so he angles his hips before continuing to ram his cock inside you.

This leads you into releasing your second orgasm, having your body uncontrollably twitch under him as you cry your moans out. Tears start to form at the corner of your eyes when overstimulation hits you hard. You want to tell Atsumu to stop, but it's like your voice was taken from you as he continues to thrust inside you.

"Fuck." Atsumu growls, abruptly pulling his cock out to edge himself.

He watches as your cum drips from your pussy down to your legs, leaving your skin glistening.

He lets go of your neck and arm before snaking his hands to hug your waist. He leans his forehead on your shoulder, rubbing on your skin with the intent of helping you calm down from your high.

"Did you cum?" he quietly asks in your ear, peppering your skin with soft kisses.

"Y-Yeah," your voice was weak, still catching your breath.

"Good."

"How about you?" you ask, but he doesn't answer. Atsumu keeps on kissing your neck while his other hand caresses your breast. "Atsu?" you try to look at him over your shoulder when you get no reaction from him.

Atsumu takes a deep breath and lets go of your body. You're about to ask him once again when he suddenly grabs you by your hips before flipping you over to face him.

"Can you still go on?" he smirks with hazy eyes, making your eyes slightly widen upon hearing the familiar words. "'Cause I'm not done with you yet." he firms before kissing you.

Your arms automatically wraps around his neck, while his hands worked their way to squeeze your ass. You still feel sensitive from cumming hard just seconds ago, but the moment had you spiraling, desperate for more.

Atsumu then hooks his hands to lift your ass up, signalling you to straddle his hips. He helps you get up, carrying you swiftly to wrap your weak legs around his waist.

Your mouth falls open when you feel his strong arms effortlessly carry you. He stares up into your eyes with serious gaze, watching your face as he slowly strides towards your bed.

"Please, try not to destroy me..." you joke, making him smirk with a huff.

He gently kneels down before carefully tossing you on your bed, your head towards where he can see the both of you in the mirror.

"I can't promise you that," he flashes a cheeky grin while removing your legs from his waist and spreading them wide open for him.

You rake your fingers along the strands of his hair as you watch him position himself above you. Atsumu looks down, carefully analyzing how his tip pokes your sensitive entrance.

"You're soaking, baby..." he says, eyes still fixated down there.

You bite your lip, squirming your hips against his cock. "Kinda your fault," you chuckle in a flirtatious manner, making him look up at you.

His lust-filled eyes meet yours, leaning on his elbow beside your head as his other hand starts to poke his tip in your entrance.

"Ready to cum for the third time?" he chuckles, making you gasp when he starts to slide his tip in.

"M-Mmm... yeah.." you bite back a moan.

Atsumu's in a complete awe at how easily you turn him on. Once he fits his tip inside you, he positions his hand to grab your waist.

He glances at you before slowly sliding his entire cock inside you once again. Atsumu feels how you arch your back, having him bury his face on the crook of your neck as he starts to slam his hips against yours.

"Fuck—I can't get enough of you, Y/n..." Atsumu moans in your ear, lightly biting on your shoulder as he feels the sensitivity taking over him.

Your moans keep on getting dragged with each of his thrust, giving you no chance to properly construct a word to even moan out his name.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby—damn it... hahh..." Atsumu's moans were more evident than earlier, leaving you to senselessly wrap your legs around him.

He adjusts his position on top of you, making you tip your head back. "Fuck—Right there! A-Ahh... You're gonna make me cum..." you whimper, making him growl in your ear as you feel his thrusts becoming tighter and harder.

Atsumu suddenly lifts himself up, making you open your eyes to look at him. He stops thrusting before kneeling in front of you. Your heart races in excitement as you watch him grab your leg before hooking it on his shoulder, while your other leg remains wrapped around his waist.

"Shit," Atsumu murmurs, intensely staring at his cock fittingly squeezed in your pussy.

Your messy arousal glistens around your skin, making him rub his thumb along your wet clit.

"H-Hmm," you bite your lip, feeling your whole body trembling with just a single touch of him.

He looks at you with clenched jaws as he starts to hover you, feeling the muscles of your legs stretch as he tries to kiss you.

"A-Aaah!" he catches you off guard when he starts to slam his dick inside you, producing the most erotic slapping sounds you've heard.

"I'm gonna make you cum?" he moans, his voice trembling as he leans beside your head for support. "Huh? Y/n? Tell me I make you feel good, baby..." he whines, holding onto your leg on his shoulder tighter.

You could almost choke on your moan, making you grip on the bedsheet. Atsumu's completely drawn in your lewd reactions, igniting him to further pound into you at a quicker pace.

He watches how your breasts bounce along each of his thrust, making him close his eyes as he let out a groan.

"A-Atsuu..." you couldn't do anything other than moaning his name desperately.

"What, Y/n?" he growls, eyes piercing through you while you can't even steadily open your eyes to stare back at him. "Do I make you fucking horny, baby?" he grunts, feeling himself closer again.

"Y-Yes... yes! fuck! Yes, baby—Just like that... o-oh my fucking god!" you cried out when he sat up to move your other leg, hooking on his shoulder as well.

He hugs both of your legs as he continuously grinds his cock into you, looking down on how amazing you're deeply taking his cock.

Atsumu's eyes dart towards your reflections in the mirror, driving him insane upon seeing the lewd image of the both of you fucking on your bed. His head falls back, the pitch of his moans rising, each one higher than the last.

Shaky gasps slip from his mouth, his head spiraling at the addicting feeling of your pussy squeezing him.

Tears start to fall down from your eyes again as you feel yourself quickly reaching your orgasm.

"Cum with me, baby..." Atsumu grips your skin, pausing for a second to adjust his legs so that he could pound into you deeper.

You cry out in pleasure, already lost in the euphoria of how he moves inside you. With how his skin slaps against yours, together with his filthy moans, only serves to drive you further away from sanity

"Atsumu—Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Atsumu slaps your ass hard when he heard you screaming his name, having you release on his cock for the second time.

He almost chokes on his moan, his hips jerking upon feeling your walls clench around him intensely. The involuntary movements of his hips send your body twitching, overstimulation coursing through both of you wildly.

Atsumu continues to thrust inside you with his remaining strength, spilling his cum inside the condom. He holds the tightness of his hips as he drains himself inside you, feeling his cock deeper. You let out a tired gasp when he relaxes his hips.

"Fuuck..." he curses, catching his breath before spreading your legs.

You cover your face with your palms, feeling how every breath that goes inside your lungs painful. You bite your lower lip when Atsumu pulls his cock out, seeing it twitch as it recovers from sensitivity.

He then plops himself down on top of you, his weight resting on your body. It was only then you feel the heat and sweat covering your skin, making you huff with each breath you take.

"Can I stay for the night?" Atsumu mumbles on your neck.

"No," you let out a tired sigh.

You feel his pout brush against your skin, "Why not? We just literally fucked on your bed." he whines, making you chuckle.

"I said no."

"Tch. Whatever," he scoffs before lifting his head up to look at you.

He settles his elbows on either side of your head, locking you under him. You feel your cheeks heat up when you catch him staring at you, scanning your face with his smiling eyes.

"Stop that,"

"I'm not even doing anything."

"Quit staring." You try to look away, but his arms were cornering you under him.

"I did amazing, didn't I?" he flashes you a cheeky grin, making you blush.

"Shut up."

"There's no point of denying it, Y/n. Just admit it," he teases.

Atsumu enjoys seeing you panic because of him, it somehow makes him feel special. His grin widens when he gets no reaction from you, making you roll your eyes.

"Whatever. But you're still not staying."

"Ugh, fine."

Atsumu groans out of annoyance before burying his face on the crook of your neck once again, making you hold back a laugh.

"Hmm," he hums before lifting his head to look at you again, that same mischievous smile appearing.

"What now?"

His eyes dart down your lips, before looking at you again, and never in your life have you witnessed anything more seductive than this man.

"You did so well, baby.." he whispers before giving you a soft peck on the lips. "So, so well..."

Heat crawls up your neck, making your cheek flushed, which Atsumu quickly noticed.

He smiles, eyes half open, "You're pretty.." he chuckles like a kid before letting his head rest on your shoulder again.

Atsumu adjusts himself on top of you, soft groans escaping his lips as exhaustion starts settling in, and you find yourself caught off guard by his words.

Goddamitttt !

You quietly stare at the ceiling, still processing what happened. Never have you thought about having him inside your home, let alone fuck in your own bed.

However, you feel confused as to how you feel surprisingly comfortable with him inside your space, making you wonder how things would go down for the both of you after this night.

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Taking a deep breath, he stands up and picks up his uniform before putting it on. He already had his pants on, just before you got out of shower, he put his pants on while waiting for you sulkingly.

It all still feels surreal for Atsumu, being in your room and having to see you peacefully sleep in your own bed — it makes his heart flutter in the most unexpected ways. He breaks his stare at you, diverting his gaze to your towel he threw at the chair earlier.

Atsumu walks towards it to pick it up, and just as he was about to neatly fold it, he sees your opened pack of cigarette laying on the cabinet beside it, making him frown.

"Tch," he scoffs before throwing you a disgusted look, as if that'll wake you up from your slumber. "Hey." he calls you, trying to see if you're awake, but you didn't answer. "You want food? Can I look into your fridge to see if I can cook anything for ya?" he speaks playfully. Knowing he'd get no reaction from you, he smiles as he starts to put on his uniform, leaving it unbuttoned. "Alright, thanks for the permission."

He slips out of the room quietly, giving you one last look before heading outside. After closing the door behind him, he stretches with his arms raised high, letting out a quiet groan at the relief.

Atsumu's eyes drift towards your bathroom across the hall, the faint scent of roses wafting out even though the door is slightly closed. He quickly looks away, striding towards the kitchen as he feels his cheeks heat up — shaking off the flustered feeling.

His eyes automatically darts on your wall clock, seeing the time — It's already past 6? I didn't feel the time running, Atsumu thinks to himself before walking his way to your fridge.

A blast of cold air brushes over his skin as he opens the fridge, making him shiver slightly. He leans down, frowning as his eyes dart from shelf to shelf. Panic starts to bubble up as he takes in the sight of the neatly stacked vegetables in the chiller, fresh meats in the freezer, and rows of condiments perfectly lined up.

He has no idea where to start.

"What do I fucking cook with all this?" He whispers frustratedly to himself.

Atsumu wasn't exactly a master chef, and he didn't even know why he felt the urge to cook for you. Normally, he'd just pull out his phone and order something if Osamu wasn't around to make food. He didn't care much for cooking — he just liked eating.

But now, for some reason, he felt like he had to do this. He didn't want you waking up and wasting energy on something as draining as making a meal for yourself, so he has to do it himself.

Feeling annoyed, he closes the fridge before heading towards the living room. He spots his phone sitting on the center table, so he sits down on the couch before picking it up.

A few more types in his keypad, he places the phone on his ear, impatiently waiting for Osamu to pick up his phone.

"What?" Osamu answers after a few rings.

"SAMU!" Atsumu whisper-yells, straightening his back out of excitement.

"What? Where are you?"

"I need your help."

"Help with what?"

Atsumu takes a deep breath, fingers fidgeting as he doesn't know what to ask Osamu.

"Help with what???"

"Just don't ask where I'm at, okay?" Atsumu says, making Osamu grimace at the other end of the line.

"For God's sake, what is it that you need—"

"Wait!" Atsumu cuts him off before running towards the fridge. He quickly opens it to see the available ingredients inside.

"I'm washing the car right now, I'll hang up—"

"Imagine you have eggs, chicken, pork...?, some bunch of garnishes, uhh.. what else..." he pauses, tilting his head to further see what's inside, "milk... and garlic, onions, ginger—"

"Wait, wait..." Osamu cuts his brother off, making Atsumu pout. "What exactly are you doing? And can you tell me where you are?"

Atsumu rolls his eyes, "I said no asking, remember??"

"What?" Osamu scorns, making Atsumu's heart race.

It's not because he's scared of Osamu, but because he rarely ask for help — especially with cooking. Never in his whole existence with his brother he asked about anything like this, and Atsumu couldn't help but feel embarrassed as he knows Osamu already has a bunch of questions lingering in his head at this moment.

"Tsumu." Osamu's tone becomes serious, making Atsumu scratch the back of his head.

"Just, help me with this. It's..." Atsumu heaves a heavy sigh, already feeling flushed once again. "It's stressing me out."

"Lemme clarify... are you gonna cook something?" Confusion courses through Osamu's tone over the phone.

"Yeah,"

"Are you at a friend's house?"

"Y-Yeah..."

"And you're cooking for them?"

"Hmm,"

"Is your friend stupid? Does he know his house will burn down if he leaves you in the kitchen alone?"

"Samu!" Atsumu stops him, making his brother crack a laugh over the phone. "I wouldn't ask for your help if this isn't an emergency..." Atsumu pouts, swallowing his pride down.

Usually, he'll just hang up when Osamu makes fun of him over the phone, but he really need his brother's help right now, so he couldn't bring himself to do it. Besides, he trust his brother more than those recipe videos he can find online.

After a few more minutes of nonsensical bickerings, Osamu ended up guiding Atsumu through the cooking process, showing him how to make something decent out of what was in your fridge.

At one point, Osamu suggested video calling Atsumu, but Atsumu declined faster than he'd ever moved in a game. There was no way he was going to listen to his brother's teasing in real-time. He opted for the safer option, telling Osamu to send the instructions via text instead.

Atsumu decided to make Oyakodon, a japanese chicken and egg rice bowl, since all of it's needed ingredients are available in your fridge — also, Osamu thought it would be fitting for him to cook a basic meal since Atsumu never actually cooked in his entire life without causing some damages.

Atsumu spends his time carefully, following his brother's instructions word by word. He really wants this to work out, he doesn't know why, but he feels obligated to perfect this simple dish.

While you're sleeping, Atsumu comfortably moves around in your kitchen, although his expression screams pure concentration on what he's doing.

He even almost cut his finger due to his bad cutting skills. 'This is so hard, how does Samu do this so effortlessly?' Like an annoyed child, Atsumu groans inside his head.

Nearly half an hour later, Atsumu stood back, beaming at the plate in front of him. He scanned the 'beautiful' presentation of the Oyakodon, a proud grin plastered across his face. Patting himself on the shoulder, he couldn't help but think he nailed it. With his hands on his hips, he let out a satisfied smile, still admiring his masterpiece.

"Moment of truth, baby..." He says to himself, grabbing a spoon with anticipation.

He strides over to the nonstick pan, excitement buzzing through him as he scoops up some of the remaining Oyakodon.

Impatient to taste it, he blows on the steaming food hastily before taking a deep breath. With a flicker of pride in his eyes, he pops it into his mouth, closing his eyes to fully savor the dish he's created.

And that was it.

Atsumu's eyes snapped open, nearly bloodshot with shock.

The taste was... unbearable.

Salty, gut-wrenching, and nothing but pure disaster.

He stood there frozen, expecting the savory richness of his hard work, but instead, he got an inhumane level of saltiness that assaulted his taste buds.

"What the fuck—" He coughs as his body aggressively rejects the dish.

'How could something that looked so good taste this bad?' He swallows hard, his stomach turning as the disappointment settles.

Atsumu spits the food out, his eyes locked on the dish with pure terror. He feels a lump in his throat, almost on the verge of tears as he imagines your reaction to this disaster.

"There's no way she's tasting this," He mutters, massaging his temples in frustration, wondering how things went so horribly wrong.

He spends the next entire 3 minutes just staring at the dish with a disgusted look.

Atsumu's thinking of a way to 'save' the dish, but how? He doesn't wanna call Osamu for help anymore as he knew he'd laugh his brains out once he find out.

Giving up, he picks his phone up and browses the internet, searching to order you the Oyakodon that you deserve.

With a heavy heart, Atsumu cleans the kitchen while waiting for the food to arrive. He even thought of throwing the whole dish out, but he ended up covering it on the table as he doesn't want to waste food.

'Maybe she could fix this,' he thinks to himself, pertaining to you.

While waiting for the food to arrive, he quietly opens the door to your room to see if you're awake, but he finds you comfortably sleeping. He carefully strides toward where his remaining uniforms are in order to not wake you up.

Before leaving the room, he stops for a minute to admire your sleeping face. The longer he stares at you, the faster his heart races.

Everything was too quick for Atsumu, and this was the first time he has ever stayed in a place with a stranger after hooking up — but he finds it funny how you're barely even a stranger to him now.

He thought he was in it for sex, but the unfamiliar longing inside him wants to stay regardless of that and for him, it doesn't feel right — even though he wants to make it feel right.

Atsumu was pulled out of his daze when his phone vibrated. He pulls his phone out of his pocket to see who texted.

The food's here!

He quickly and carefully tugs your blanket over your shoulder before exiting the room, throwing you a last glance before he finally closes the door.

He texts the food delivery guy to wait for another minute as he doesn't want him to call for him outside, knowing there's a chance it might wake you up. He picks up his things before scanning your house, making sure everything is neat and tidy, before opening the door.

"Hey!" Atsumu calls the attention of the delivery guy from outside your gate.

"Good evening, Sir! Your name is... sir Atsumu, right?" The driver confirms, and Atsumu was quick to open the gate for him.

"Yeah, that would be me."

"Alright, here's your order... a family size of Oyakodon, one whole chicken meat, a bottle of strawberry juice, and... a rose." The driver hands him a big paper bag, with the rose securely placed in the corner of the bag.

Atsumu eyes the bag, his ears turning red upon seeing the rose.

He shyly chuckles, "You actually bought one hahah.."

The guy laughs, "Yeah, I happened to know a place just along the way... so here's one rose for your girlfriend, I suppose?" He hands Atsumu the bag.

"Hahah.." Atsumu awkwardly chuckles, shaking off his embarrassment, as he tightly grips the paper bag's handle.

He didn't expect that he would actually buy a rose for him. Atsumu added on requests earlier if the delivery guy could buy a rose along the way, and that he'd just give him an additional payment for it.

"Here, lemme give you another tip..." Atsumu tries to erase the awkwardness, but the delivery stops him.

"No need, Sir! It's no big deal, actually..." The delivery guy couldn't help but let out a teasing laugh, fully aware of the guy's awkwardness in front if him.

"Are you sure?"

"It's fine, sir.. don't worry about it!" The delivery smiles cheerfully at Atsumu to calm him down.

"Alright, if you say so..." Atsumu sighs before giving him a small smile. "Thanks!"

After thanking the delivery guy, Atsumu walks inside, face heating up as he glances at the red rose sticking out of the paper bag. He didn't know what possessed him to do it — it just seemed like something he needed to give you, a real, live rose.

"Tch, whatever. You can throw it out if you want," He mumbles, setting the food down on the table. "Yeah, throw it out, see if I care!" He grumbles, pouting as he pulls the rose from the bag.

He squints at the flower, turning it slowly in his fingers as if inspecting its quality. "At least I'm trying to be nice for once," He mutters. "Not like I care if you hate it..." He adds, as though his one-sided argument with you isn't already in full swing.

He sighs before placing the rose down the table. He then proceeds to take the food out of the bag, taking the whole-ass chicken inside your freezer as he felt a little obligated to buy you a new one to replace the chicken he wasted on whatever he cooked earlier.

After properly and neatly displaying all the foods on top of the table, he picks up his bag and other things before striding outside. But before doing so, he composes a message to send you, when suddenly, he hears a knock from outside the gate.

With furrowed brows, he sends you the message before going out to see who was knocking on the gate so loud.

"Y/n!"

Atsumu's heart drops when he meets Tiffany's gaze.

Tiffany's jaw drops, her eyes widening as he stares back at Atsumu.

"What the fuck???" Tiffany blurts, her head spiraling as she tries to figure out what he was doing in your home.

Atsumu shuts his eyes close, hanging his head forward as he accepts the fact he was caught by your best friend. He couldn't think of an alibi to tell Tiffany — as if any of it would work — so he scratches his head and awkwardly smiles at her.

Still with a blank mind, Tiffany staggers, not able to produce a single, proper word.

"Uh." Atsumu presses his lips together, noticing Tiffany's flabbergasted expression.

Once Tiffany's got a hold of the situation, she glares at Atsumu, "Where's Y/n?"

Atsumu was taken aback at her sudden change of reaction, but he's quick to compose himself. "She's sleeping,"

"Sleeping?"

Tiffany shifts her weight on one leg as she place her hands on her hips. Atsumu awkwardly nods at her, fighting back your best friend's death glare.

"Yeah,"

Tiffany pauses, still finding the right words to say. Your conversation at the parking lot earlier floods her mind, having her grab a hint on what possibly happened between the two of you in your apartment.

As much as she wants to run inside and interrogate you with millions of questions, she keeps her cold stance, glaring at Atsumu who's obviously already uncomfortable with her presence.

"Would you mind opening the gate for me?" Tiffany gives Atsumu a sarcastic smile.

"Uh, sorry..." Atsumu stutters before quickly walking towards the gate to open it.

The intense awkwardness enveloped the two people, having the loud metallic clank of the gate sound too loud for both of their ears. Once opened, Atsumu backs away, giving Tiffany enough space to enter.

Tiffany closes the gate behind her before facing Atsumu. He looks away, not wanting to meet your friend's piercing eyes that's scanning his unbuttoned uniform.

"You slept with Y/n?" Tiffany asks, making Atsumu's breath catch up on his throat.

'Should I tell her? But Y/n said no one should ever know...' Atsumu thinks, panic creeping in. 'But it's a fucking joke if Tiffany doesn't already have a clue... Y/n, please don't kill me...' He groans inwardly, already worrying about how you'd react if you found out he exposed both of you to your friend.

Tiffany notices the silent panic in Atsumu's eyes, causing her to let out a sarcastic chuckle.

"She told me, so I already know..." Tiffany sighs, "Just wanna see what you'll tell me..."

Atsumu raises his brows, feeling somewhat relieved by the fact you already told her yourself.

"Ahh..."

"Yep."

Another awkward silence fills the space between the both of you.

"Do you wanna come inside? Or were you just leaving?" Tiffany breaks the silence, snapping Atsumu out from his thoughts.

"Oh, I was just about to leave actually..."

"Really? Or are you just saying that because you don't want me here?" Tiffany arches her brow, folding her arms.

"What?"

"Nothing." She 'hmps' before turning her back on him, aggressively flipping her hair before walking inside your apartment.

Atsumu furrows his brows, completely confused about your friend's behaviour.

'If she already knows, then why is she acting like I broke into Y/n's apartment or something...' Atsumu could almost roll his eyes as he follows Tiffany inside.

The scent of Atsumu's earlier failed cooking experiment quickly hits Tiffany as she pauses mid-step in the living room. Atsumu notices her standing there, looking lost. He tilts his head, arching his brow, totally confused with what Tiffany's doing.

"What are you doing?" he blurts out, with the words 'the fuck are you doing looking like an idiot staring into space?' sitting on the tip of his tongue. Thankfully, he thinks better of it at the last second.

Tiffany sniffs the air and glances over her shoulder at him. "Did you cook something?"

Atsumu's face flushes at the reminder of his cooking disaster earlier. "Yeah."

"Ah," she nods, smiling down at the floor before strolling toward the kitchen. Atsumu watches her eyes land on the rose and the letter he left for you on the table. "No wonder it smells shitty here..."

"What? Excuse me?" Atsumu scowls, but Tiffany just bursts out laughing.

"Joke! Hahaha. And what's this? A rose?" she teases.

Rolling his eyes, Atsumu strides over to grab his bag, mumbling under his breath, "Maybe a fucking helicopter." He clenches his jaw, resisting the urge to snap back.

It's strange how both of them find each other so irritating. Atsumu can't stand Tiffany's constant sarcastic looks, like she's waiting for him to screw up, and Tiffany doesn't like Atsumu one bit because of his reputation with girls. For all she knows, he could have a fucking STD. Plus, she's always been biased toward Semi for you instead of Atsumu.

"Wow! Why is there so many?" Tiffany almost yells upon seeing the Oyakodon that Atsumu cooked, and the Oyakodon he ordered.

Tiffany squints at the little sticky notes on the table, right under each bowl of Oyakodon. One note under Atsumu's homemade Oyakodon reads, 'don't eat me :<', while the one under the store-bought Oyakodon says, 'eat me <3'.

Atsumu lets out a silent groan, already dreading her reaction as he watches her face light up with amusement.

"What the fuck? Hahaha!" Tiffany bursts into laughter, her face scrunching up in playful disgust.

Atsumu frowns, his face heating up in embarrassment.

"What's wrong with it?" she teases, still chuckling. "Wait—did you cook this one? And did you seriously order the other? Why? What's the point?" Tiffany fires off question after question, making Atsumu sink further into his humiliation.

"Can you keep it down? Y/n might wake up," Atsumu whisper-yells, glaring at her, completely over it.

Tiffany's eyes widen, and she throws him a teasing look. "Ohhh, looks like you drained her too much, huh? Did you use a condom?" She smirks, leaning casually on the table.

Atsumu grimaces, mortified. "What? Of course I did!"

"Just makin' sure," Tiffany rolls her eyes, standing up straight with a smug grin.

"I'm leaving," Atsumu huffs, grabbing his things. But just before he walks out, he mumbles, "...a-and tell Y/n to follow the sticky notes." He clears his throat, cheeks burning as he leaves, completely embarrassed by the notes and his failed cooking attempt.

Tiffany just laughs at him, but before he could exit your apartment, she yells to stop him. "Wait!"

Atsumu's heart jumped at Tiffany's sudden yell, making him glare back at her. "The fuck's your problem!?" He scowls, but he becomes confused upon seeing Tiffany run towards your bedroom.

Tiffany hurriedly opens your bedroom door to check on you, giving your sleeping figure a quick scan, before closing it again and looking back at Atsumu.

"Just checked to see if she's still alive, for all I know you could've murdered her or something hahahah!" Tiffany jokes, making Atsumu hang his head forward as he calms himself down.

'What's with all the murderer stuff you and you're friend are about?' Atsumu scoffs in his head.

"Yeah, whatever." Atsumu proceeds to leave, ignoring Tiffany.

Tiffany huffs, a hint of insult plastered on her face. "Huh... Bye!! Take care!! So nice to fucking talk to you!" Tiffany yells sarcastically, which was heard by Atsumu all the way outside the gate. "Asshole." Tiffany scoffs before taking a deep breath to calm herself down.

Atsumu tries to cool his frustration as he heads to the store nearby. He hadn't been able to book a ride earlier, so this was his chance to do so.

Upon entering, the store cashier greets him brightly, and he gives a polite nod in return. The cold blast from the air conditioner immediately hits his skin, making him realize that his shirt is still halfway undone. Flustered, he glances over at the older woman who greeted him and quickly fumbles to button up his uniform, hoping she didn't notice.

Once he's tucked away in one of the aisles, Atsumu grabs his phone from his pocket to finally book his ride. But just as he opens his screen, he notices a message from Terushima pop up.

Yuji
i know u said u dumped her,
but give it a chance now.
her glowup's insane✨
(7:06 PM)

It doesn't take long for the driver to arrive, and Atsumu spends the entire ride staring out the window, unable to stop thinking about you.

His mind is a mess, circling everything that happened between you two earlier. He's no stranger to intimacy, but this — you _ feels different. He even cooked for you, which is something he's never bothered to do for anyone else, even for himself.

It hits him how badly he wants to be near you again, and the intensity of it is a little terrifying. Your warmth, your lips, the way your body responded to him — it's all so clear in his head. And it's driving him crazy how much he craves it again — how much his system craves for you again.

Soon after, Atsumu arrives at the place. He waits outside, texting Yuji to let him know he's there, while his eyes scan the house. It's a bit smaller than Semi's mansion from last night's party...

The sudden, abrupt thought of Semi instantly makes his blood boil.

He's not jealous, no way! — but he can't shake the irritation. He knows Semi has a real shot with you if you take sex out of the equation, and that pisses him off.

He's so lost in his own thoughts, cursing Semi in his head, that he doesn't notice Terushima approaching until he's right there.

"Hey, man! Glad you made it!" Teru greets him with a wide grin, pulling Atsumu in for a hug and patting his back.

"Yeah, what's it been now... a month?" Atsumu replies, shaking off his Semi-induced irritation.

Terushima and Atsumu used to be inseparable when it came to partying. They were always the life of the party, up until what happened between you and Atsumu 3 months ago.

After that, he started pulling back, partying less and focusing more on forgetting about you after that hookup at Lee's party. The last time they really hung out was a month ago, during a volleyball session with Osamu, Aran, and some of their friends.

"Come on in, Reece's waiting for you.." Terushima guides Atsumu inside.

Atsumu buries his hands inside his pockets as he follows behind Terushima.

"Who?" Atsumu couldn't care less, but he's trying to be polite to Terushima.

"Reece," He looks over to Atsumu, still walking. "She's hot. I think you'll like her," Terushima throws Atsumu a playful wink.

Atsumu just smirks, not giving any replies as they proceed inside.

The living room is warm and inviting, the large fireplace immediately drawing Atsumu's attention as he steps inside.

"Hey guys, meet Atsumu!" Terushima shouts, turning the heads of the group sitting around a central table.

Atsumu scans the room, not recognizing a single face. It feels more like a laid-back birthday gathering than a wild party, though a faint haze of marijuana smoke fills the air. A pot sits on the table, and he notices most of the guests are taking casual drags.

"Heyyy!" A few girls wave at him playfully, and Atsumu returns a polite nod and smile, quickly averting his eyes.

Terushima leans in. "Oh yeah, I forgot—you're cool with us smoking a little, right?"

Atsumu shrugs, "Yeah, I'm good," though just as he answers, his eyes meet Dana's — his ex. She's sitting cross-legged, staring straight at him with a look that immediately triggers old memories.

He quickly looks away, but Dana's gaze lingers, her mind already racing with thoughts of seduction.

"Hey, this is Reece," Terushima points to a girl with short hair, wearing a tank top and mini skirt. She's already gotten up from her seat and saunters toward Atsumu.

"Reece," she says, her smile unmistakably flirtatious as she extends her hand.

Atsumu shakes it, offering a polite, "Happy birthday, thanks for having me."

Reece lingers a little too long, squeezing his hand before letting go. Atsumu notices but puts his hand in his pocket, feeling her eyes on him.

"So, I hear you're a party animal," she grins, giving Terushima a quick glance as he downs a shot.

Atsumu chuckles softly, "You heard?"

"I am too," she says with a mischievous smile. "And I'd love to see what all the fuss is about," her voice drops into a low, and seductive tone.

Atsumu frowns slightly, catching the glazed look in her eyes. 'She's already high,' he thinks, noticing the smell of alcohol on her breath.

Before she can lean in further, Dana's voice cuts through the tension. "Reece!!"

Reece groans in frustration. "What?"

"Come on, time for your shot!" Dana shouts, laughing.

The rest of the group joins in, clearly entertained by Reece's obvious attempts to flirt with Atsumu.

Dana, despite her teasing, is silently relieved to have interrupted. It infuriates her to know that Reece also has a thing for Atsumu — I mean, it's not impossible. Atsumu's fucking hot, way hotter than when they broke up 5 months ago.

Dana watches at Atsumu and Reece walks towards the couch. She looks away, seeing how Atsumu's being greeted by her friends as he sits down beside Terushima.

Taking a sip of her drink, her mind is already flooding with thoughts on how she'd make a move on Atsumu tonight.

Chapter Text

You breathe out through your nose, figuring out how to explain everything to your best friend. She waits for you, impatiently, as you collect yourself.

"We..." Tiffany raises her brows upon hearing you stutter, "We t-talked in the library..."

"You talked... and?"

"And..." Words seemed too difficult for you to contruct, and deeply you're wishing that Tiffany could just read your mind so you wouldn't bother explaining.

Tiffany sighs, seeing how you're having a hard time.

"Do you like the guy?" She segues, catching you off guard.

"H-Huh?"

Without your knowledge, your face starts turning red, already giving Tiffany a hint of what your real answer is.

"I said... do you... like him?" Tiffany pops her lips off at the last word, making you look away. "'Cause I don't think you'd bother bringing him here if you didn't,"

You feel the heat slowly but urgently creep in under the skin of your cheeks, making you hide your face from your friend.

You knew the answer to her question. Deep down, you knew it wasn't just about the sex with him — you wanted to say yes, but that same word carried a fear you couldn't shake. Admitting it felt risky, like stepping into a place you weren't sure he'd follow.

What if he doesn't feel the same way? What if you were just another one of those girls, someone he texted or called when he was bored or horny? The thought of opening up, only to find your feelings are met halfway, makes your chest tighten.

Light but firm thuds begin to leap out of your chest, making your hands start to shake. With you fidgeting your fingers doesn't go unnoticed by Tiffany. She sighs through her nose, catching your attention. You throw her a confused yet shy look as she gives you a 'really, you're gonna act all shy now?' look.

"Don't pressure me," you murmur, making her guffaw.

"How am I pressuring you, L/n?" Her sarcasm was up your ceiling.

"I just," You stammer, finding it hard to continue your sentence. "I don't know what I feel." giving up, you let yourself fall back on your bed.

Tiffany's gaze follow you, watching you miserably stare at your ceiling.

"That's his dick speaking up for ya." She snorts, pulling a glare from you.

"I'm not that shallow, Tiff." a pout curls your lips.

"You said it yourself—you don't even know what you're feeling. How sure are you that what I'm saying isn't real?"

"But... it's not like that, okay?" You could almost cry at the frustration, and Tiffany senses it as well.

The joy you felt earlier with Atsumu slips away, replaced by a creeping dread. This is exactly what you were scared of — getting tangled in these hurtful thoughts, wondering if he was just playing with you.

The warmth of that euphoric moment now feels tainted, making you question if you're shallow for inviting him over, for choosing him over time with your friends. 'Am I selfish?', The thought gnaws at you, tearing you up from the inside.

Tiffany notices your spiral and sighs, giving your arm a firm tap that pulls you back.

"Stop overthinking," she says, her voice cutting through your thoughts.

You try to deny it. "I-I'm not..."

She raises an eyebrow. "Yeah, you are. You doze off and make that face whenever you're overthinking."

Your shoulders slump, and you mutter a soft, "Sorry," as a tightness settles in your chest.

Tiffany sighs, filling the room with the sound of her frustration. "Look, I'm just worried he's like your ex," she says, making you meet her gaze. "You know he's a player, right? That's not exactly a secret." Her usual sass feels harsher now, and you can't help but pout.

The words sting, but you can't ignore them. 'Yeah, Atsumu's a player', the thought runs through your mind, bringing that uneasy feeling back.

"I just don't want to see you get hurt again. You don't deserve to be cheated on, Y/n," Tiffany's voice wavers with concern, pushing the words into your heart.

You shrink a little. "I'm not even planning on dating him..." The admission sounds small, even to your own ears, because you know how disappointing it must sound.

"I'm just saying," she retorts, rolling her eyes. "Why didn't you go for the brother? I mean, they look the same... why didn't you at least go for the decent one?" You scoff, but Tiffany's undeterred. "Or Semi, at least—sorry I forgot Osamu already has a girlfriend hahaha!"

"Why is everyone dragging Eita into this?" Frustration colors your voice, surprising even Tiffany.

"Everyone?" she repeats, her eyebrows rising.

"Even Atsumu thinks he likes me—"

"Oh my god, Atsumu's jealous?" Tiffany's mood shifts instantly, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she claps her hands over her mouth.

"What—jealous???"

She giggles, leaning closer. "He's actually threatened by Semi?"

"Threatened? What... I don't know what you're talking about."

"Ugh!—Semi likes you, okay?" Tiffany gives up, throwing her hands up in the air as exasperation spill over, making you freeze. "Yes, he. likes. you... you dumb bitch—how are you not noticing that?" Tiffany practically spits the words out, leaning in close, her face inches from yours.

You sit up, frowning at her nonsensical claims. "He's a friend,"

"Clearly, you're more than just a friend for him!"

"Tiff, we just met last night—do you hear yourself right now?" You emphasize, making sure to let her know how crazy she sounds.

Tiffany shoots upright aswell, leveling her face with yours. "You don't believe in love at first sight?"

The remark swirls your face. "How can you love a person you just saw? Sounds bullshit to me,"

"Not everyone has the same mindset as you are, ugh!—anyway! Yeah, he likes you and to be honest, I'm kinda rooting for the both of you 'cause he's everything Atsumu isn't." She shrugs.

"He's everything Atsumu isn't..." you whisper, repeating what she said in a mocking tone. "Can you stop bringing him into this?"

"What... Are you saying Semi has zero percent chance with you???" Tiffany's face distorts, her palm placed against her chest in the most dramatic way possible.

"You know what—" You remove your duvet that's covering you before hopping off the bed. "I'm hungry... wanna eat? I'll cook something." You fake smile, obviously changing the topic.

Tiffany watches you march outside your room, completely entertained how you're stressing over the situation.

Infuriating stomps led you to your living room. The unruly scenarios running inside your mind about Atsumu 'just using you' sends you spiraling, definitely not in the best way. You hate this feeling, but you knew you'd somehow end up in this situation right before you let him in through your door - but you still welcomed him because you were too carried away. 'You were careless, Y/n, now suffer.' the thought punishes you.

Just as the thoughts were starting to eat you alive, you were stopped on your tracks upon seeing a rose laying on your table.

'Yeah, he even prepared you a meal and a rose. Pretty cute right?', What Tiffany said earlier echoes through your ears, making your heart skip a beat.

"That's a rose for ya," You almost jumped when Tiffany spoke behind you.

"Tiffany—what the fuck!"

"Hehehe..." She giggles before striding towards the table. She picks up the rose before sniffing it, even closing her eyes before extending it towards you. "So sweet..." she mocks, making you red.

"Whose that from?" You play pretend, even though you know the answer.

"Mr. Benson." She chuckles before throwing you the flower.

You immediately catch it with two hands, your eyes almost beaming as you stare at its pretty petals. 'How does he know I like roses?', the thought tugs the corner of your lips upward, making Tiffany shrug in disgust.

"Ew, the fuck you smiling at?"

You blink, totally unaware of your actions. "No, I'm not."

All of a sudden, the noisy, distorted thoughts about Atsumu earlier calmed down. 'You're dead, Y/n... you're dead-dead if you don't stop thinking about him...', the thought floods your head as you walk towards your couch before placing the rose on the coffee table in front of it.

Tiffany feels her face distorting as she watches you slowly and carefully place the rose down, as if that was the most fragile thing your hand has ever laid on. Your gaze falls on her, already sensing something awfully annoying in her smirk.

"Don't start." You scorn, making her laugh.

"I'm not doing anything!" She raises her arms, as if surrendering, as you stride towards the table where Atsumu's homemade and pre-ordered meal waits for you.

The evening drifts on, conversation flowing like a gentle tide, carefully avoiding the jagged rocks beneath. Tiffany shares her story of Tarou's last-minute change of plans, explaining why she didn't go to his university and bothered you instead. And soon enough, she's waving around Atsumu's sticky notes, laughing at how painfully cheesy they are.

You shrug, trying to play it cool. They're just sticky notes, after all — a simple detail, a small gesture. But in the quiet moments, they cling to you more than you'd like to admit. And that mountain of Oyakodon, the ridiculous amount he made just for you — it's both amusing and a little bit endearing. You catch yourself almost smiling at the thought, though your memory can't help but flash back to how overly salty his version was, nearly enough to make you slice your abdomen up, scrub your kidneys, and just hope for the best.

Still, beneath the salt and the awkward notes, something lingers. A warmth settles in, delicate yet undeniable, like a slow, soft pull. You shake it off, reminding yourself not to read too much into it. But each little reminder of him — the cringey notes, the abundance of food, the thought that he wanted to make you smile — lingers. And though you try to keep your guard up, a tiny part of you wonders if maybe, just maybe, you could be slipping.

It's already past 10, and Tiffany went home. You thought she'd be staying over for the night but she said that her cousins are staying at their home, and that her mom wants her to have a little bonding time with her cousins.

Soon, you find yourself staring at your drained phone charging. You only realized earlier that it was drained when Tiffany told you your mama Rosie kept calling you but you wouldn't answer, so she called Tiffany wherein she told her that you were sleeping - which all happened before you got woken up by the loud videos from Tiffany's phone earlier.

As you're waiting for your phone to have enough charge, your mind wanders again. As much as you try to dodge the thought of him, your heart keeps tugging you right back to Atsumu — which you hated. The deafening silence wasn't helpful at all, only giving you a hard time thinking straight as the painful ringing in your ears make your head ache.

A long, dreadful sigh leaves your mouth as you try incredibly hard to steady your breath. You lay flat in the middle of your bed — the same bed where you were fucked by the guy driving you insane at this moment just a few hours ago.

"You're mine for tonight, Y/n. Let me take care of you."

"I can't get enough of you, Y/n..."

"You don't know what you're doing to me..."

Atsumu's words and moans keep on replaying inside your head, further pushing you way past your sanity.

You move your hands to cover you face as you feel them heat up. A frustrated groan leaves your mouth, already feeling helpless about the situation.

"You brought this upon yourself, Y/n... you brought this upon yourself..." you mutter under your breath.

You place the heels of your palms on each of your temples, your eyes easily piercing through your ceiling as Atsumu worries you further.

'You know he's a player, right? That's not exactly a secret', Tiffany's words bug your head, making the situation harder for you.

"If you didn't do all those shit then I wouldn't be having a hard time right now," you groan, thinking about the mountful of Oyakodon sitting in your fridge and the piece of rose that's now placed beside your phone. "Fuck you—30 times!"

You spend the next minutes calming yourself down, and when you finally did, you reach for your phone and open it.

You plan on calling your aunt, mama Rosie, and just tell her about your day when your eyes fall on a notification, a text message from an unknown number.

Chapter Text

"Y/n..."

"Y/nnnn!"

"Earth to Y/N!" Tiffany nudges your arm, pulling you back from the depths of your drifting thoughts.

"H-Hm?"

She grimaces and subtly gestures towards the front of the classroom. That's when you notice everyone's eyes on you, making a chill creep up your spine.

'Did I really just zone out...' Your heart pounds with a dizzying intensity, and the annoyed look on your professor's face only worsens it.

You hadn't realized your professor had been calling your name - apparently more than three times - until Tiffany finally nudged you. You start to turn to her, ready to ask what's going on, when the professor clears her throat.

"Are you with us now, Miss L/n?" Her tone is sharp and cold, causing you to stammer.

"Y-Yes, Ma'am. I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"Stand up."

Your body reacts automatically, and you rise to your feet, panic buzzing so obviously that even Tiffany looks embarrassed on your behalf. The professor's eyes narrow, forcing you to straighten up and meet her gaze.

"Repeat what I said." Her voice rings out, making you swallow hard.

"M-Ma'am?"

"The lesson. Enumerate the rights of medication. All of them."

You hesitate, your mind racing as anxiety knots in your stomach. Too many eyes are on you, and you're painfully aware you didn't catch a single word. 'Why did I zone out? I didn't hear any of it,' you think', inwardly panicking.

Then, from the corner of your eye, you spot Tiffany sliding a piece of paper toward you, the answers scribbled on it. Just as you start to glance down, the professor speaks again.

"Miss Mizuki." Her icy tone cuts through, and Tiffany nearly jumps in her seat.

"Ma'am?" Tiffany stammers, hastily hiding the paper under her notebook.

"Stand up," the teacher commands, her gaze sharp. "I didn't ask you to help her, but since you insist, stand up."

"Shit." You hear Tiffany curse under her breath, making you both breathe deeply.

"You," The teacher points at your friend, "Recite the rights of medications and you," she points at you. "Rationalize."

Your heart starts to bang against your chest, looking over to Tiffany before taking a deep breath.

"Start."

The silence feels crushing as the lecturer watches you both, her expression unreadable. You can't help but glance toward Atsumu's empty seat, quietly blaming him. If only he hadn't occupied your mind... you wouldn't have drifted off and landed in this mess.

"Right patient," Tiffany starts, her voice breaking the silence. You jolt, anxiety flaring.

The lecturer's gaze shifts to you, and you swallow hard.

"W-Well, it's important to ensure the medication is given to the right patient—"

"And how will you confirm the identity of the patient in front of you?" the teacher cuts you off sharply.

"B-By asking for their full name," you stammer.

"What if the patient is unconscious?"

You take a deep breath, thinking fast. "I would need to check their chart or confirm with a present relative." You're relieved as the words come out smoothly.

"What if the patient's name is similar to another patient, both first name and surname?"

"I'll have to check the patient's age and date of birth..."

"Hmm," the teacher nods, signaling to Tiffany. "Continue."

"Right dose."

You take a deep breath, formulating an explanation in your head. "U-Uh... the dose of medication should be according to the doctor's prescription to ensure its effectiveness and avoid any complicatio—"

"What's the difference between a dose and a dosage?" She asks, making your palm run cold.

Fuck.

"Uh.." You swallow, having a hard time differentiating both. "Dose is the exact amount of medication..." hesitation is palpable in your tone, but the lecturer doesn't say anything, so you continue. "...and t-the... the dosage includes the schedule of each medication—"

"Elaborate." The teacher cuts you off again, making you clench your fist.

You hate it whenever you're put on the spot. Impromptus are your worst enemy, as it sets your mind completely blank, making it hard for you to accurately answer questions.

"F-For example.." You take a deep breath, making great use of your common sense. "500mg of paracetamol is prescribed to be taken every 4 hours for 4 days..."

You don't know if what you answered was accurate, but you just blurted out the first medicine you could think of.

"Indication of paracetamol?" The teacher asks, making you curse inside your head.

'Why the fuck is she bombarding me with these questions? I thought I only needed to rationalize Tiff's answers.' you suppress a groan and a frown.

"Paracetamol is an antipyretic agent. Also analgesic..." you answer, the sentence sounding like a question rather than a statement.

"You sure?" The teacher challenges your confidence.

"Y-Yes.."

"Okay. Correct." She shifts her gaze towards Tiffany. "Continue."

Tiffany glances at you for a split second, her eyes flicker annoyance before proceeding to recite.

The recitation wrapped up smoothly, and the lecturer finally let you both sit down, satisfied with your complete, spot-on answers. Tiffany shoots you a smug grin as you settle into your seat, mouthing, 'You nailed it,' before adding a playful wink.

At exactly 11:30 AM, class wraps up, and the usual hum of chatter fills the air. You and Tiffany make your way to the cafeteria, joining the groups of students crowding the area, though it's not too packed.

"So..." Tiffany leans closer, her voice barely cutting through the noise. "Where's Mr. Benson?" She smirks. "Don't tell me he came back last night after I left?"

Tiffany asks, as if Atsumu hasn't already been on your mind. You'd been bracing for this talk, but somehow you still feel unprepared.

You never called Atsumu again last night, not after what you heard. 'Am I hurt?' You kept asking yourself that question ever since last night. You're not hurt — at least from what you've been telling yourself. You don't want to be hurt, not that you have a right to.

Uncertainty fills your mind, rattling your mind through ways that left you awake the whole night. You don't want to think of yourself as the pitiful one, and somehow admitting to being hurt would feel like giving in to that idea... 'so, I'm not hurt', you insist.

"Bitch—Are you gonna doze off every time I'm talking to you?" She snaps, pulling you out from your thoughts.

"Huh? I'm sorry..." you glance at her before averting your gaze towards the menu. "What was it again?"

Tiffany already hints that something's off with you. You were pretty much floating during the entire class, seeming like you're not in the mood to talk or whatever.

"Did something happen? What's wrong with you?" She squints her eyes at you but instead of answering, you stride towards the cashier.

"Hi, one large iced latte, please." You say as you place the payment in front of her.

"What's your name?" the girl asks.

"Rose." you say, which she nodded before proceeding to write down the cup.

"Alright, I'll be calling you, Ma'am Rose, once your order is up."

"Thanks."

Tiffany's mouth falls agape when you walk past her.

"What the fuck..." Tiffany curses under her breath as she watch you sit down in front of one of the empty tables.

She approaches you, a confused yet annoyed look painting her face.

"Speak up or else I'll jump into conclusions," Placing her hands on her hips, she blocks your view, forcing you to look up to her.

"Jump into what?"

She narrows her eyes, her instincts telling her that your sudden shift of mood was all because of Atsumu — and something tells her that his reputation with girls has something to do with all of this.

"Did you two fight?"

"What? No." you deny, crossing your arm as you lean back against the chair.

"Then, why are you like that?" Tiffany stresses as she sits down across the table in front of you.

'Yeah, why am I being like this? Why am I so affected?' you quietly think to yourself, scolding yourself on why you can't mask your emotions properly.

"If you don't fucking answer me—I'll grab your skull and turn it into a fucking crystal ball to see for myself why you're acting like that." Tiffany frustratedly blurts out, but in reality, she's worried that something really happened.

You shut your eyes before taking a deep breath. Tiffany intently watches you every expression, decoding the reason behind your sudden silence — especially with her... you're never quiet when you're with her.

"I just thought about what you said last night, that's all.." you lied, not wanting the situation to get worse, because you knew if you told Tiffany what happened, she would waste no time, shoving her fist up Atsumu's ass. Yeah, she's that dramatic.

"What?" Tiffany asks, but soon she realizes what you're talking about. "Oh my god..." her eyes softens. "Don't mind what I said, Y/n! I was just overanalyzing everything!" she panics, having a wave of guilt wash over you. "Maybe I'm wrong? Maybe Atsumu's not the kind of guy who'd cheat? Right now, at least hehe.." she chuckles, trying to lighten up the mood as she thinks it's her fault why you're like that.

You sigh, hanging your head forward as the voice of the girl from last night echoes your ears. Your jaw tightens as you feel your heart squeeze a little bit.

"We're not even together, so if it ever comes to that... it's not cheating." you shrug, trying hard to play it cool.

"I feel bad... I'm guessing I'm the reason why you're so down.."

You frown at her, "What? You're not. And, I'm not downed or anything,"

"I was just giving my opinion about him, alright? 'Cause I care about you." She rolls her eyes before slumping herself back against the chair. "But if you really like him, I've no say in that. I'm happy if you're happy.. never mind what I said last night!" she consoles you, completely blaming herself.

You sigh, "I told you it's not like that." you look away as guilt is already eating you alive.

"Alright," She pouts, looking away but glancing at you from time to time. "Are you mad?"

"No," you scoff, but the word came out like a question, hinting yourself that even you don't know if you're telling the truth.

"Hmm, okay.." Tiffany presses her lips together, "So, why's he absent? Hm??" She teases, making you chuckle.

You're glad she didn't push in with the questions, because you knew you'd spill if she did.

"One large iced latte for Rose!" You were about to answer her when the lady from earlier calls you.

"Wait," you tell Tiffany before walking towards where your coffee is. You need this because you had no proper sleep last night, and if you don't drink this now, you'll end up sleeping through the day. "Thanks." you smile at the lady and she smiled back.

"Rose? Is that like your second name?" your smile drops when someone speaks behind you. You turn around and see Semi smiling at you with his hands inside his pockets.

"Hi!" Olivia greets you cheerfully.

That's when you see Olivia and Hiro standing behind Semi.

"Hello," you awkwardly wave your hand.

"Your class is over?" Tiffany jogs beside you, joining in the commotion.

"Nopes, we just went down for a little snack. Our class isn't finished for another 10 minutes." Hiro answers. "How about yours?"

"Yup, we're done." Tiffany answers, "We're actually gonna figure out where we're going 'cause the next lecturer said she'd be late."

"What time's your next class?" Semi asks.

"2 to 4PM."

"Really?" Semi's gaze darts towards you, almost chuckling to see your furrowed brows as you're too concentrated on drinking your iced latte.

The sweet and cold taste of the coffee immediately engulfed your taste buds, making you sigh in satisfaction.

"Wanna hang out after our class?" Hiro purposely throws his arm around Semi's shoulder, a cheeky grin plastered on his face as he eyes Tiffany.

Semi looks at Hiro who is smiling mischievously. He picks up what his friend was doing, only giving him an eye roll as he averts to your face again, only to find out you're already staring at him. Panic causes him to look away, his face heating up.

"Sure!" Tiffany squeals excitedly, "Where to?"

"If only you had no class right now, I'd say let's go to the beach?" Olivia suggests, making you look at her as you take another sip of your delicious latte.

"Which beach?" Tiffany asks.

"My family owns a resort, just about an hour and a half drive from here." Olivia answers and you and Tiffany couldn't help but be in awe, except Tiffany's dramatic about it.

"Oh my god—We should do it on Saturday! After Y/n's dance audition!" Tiffany claps, nudging your arm that your iced latte almost spilled.

You glare at her, meaning to scowl when Olivia and Hiro almost yelled in front of you.

"You can dance!?!" They both spewed in unison, making your face heat up in embarrassment.

"Yeah, the hell she can! She also choreographs that's why the piece she'll be performing on Saturday is her own choreography." Tiffany says with pride, her arms crossed like a proud mother flaunting about her daughter's skills.

You look at your cup, not sure how to handle their stares as Tiffany continues to brag about you.

"Tei, did you hear that?! Y/n can dance!" Hiro hypes his friend, calling him by their nickname for him, "Let's watch her on Saturday!"

Semi irritatingly sweeps his friend's hand off his shoulder, noticing how you're getting all shy to his friends' remarks. All you could reward them with was a light, shy laugh.

Even with all this cheerful conversation with friends, Atsumu still hasn't been able to leave you alone. Suddenly remembering your conversation with him in your car, about him watching your performance, made you grip your cup tightly.

"Hey," Semi lightly pokes your hand, making you look at him. "Are you alright?" Concern etches his face, whispering as the three continued with their chatters.

"Of course," you smile forcedly, looking away before taking another sip.

Semi doesn't ask anymore questions, in fear of worsening the situation for you. But he couldn't help but wonder if you're like that because of what caused you to suddenly go home yesterday.

You're oddly quiet the whole conversation, even though you're quiet compared to Tiffany, but Semi senses that there's something wrong with how you are now.

'I'm just overanalyzing her, maybe she's just tired.' Semi shrugs it all off as he listens to your friends, all while glancing over you from time to time.

"Ugh—Fine! Let's just go to Tei's house." Olivia groans at the loss of options.

"Yeah," Hiro turns to Semi, "Can we watch you practice?"

Your gaze remains fixated on Hiro. You want to ask what the practice will be for, but your body was just too drained of energy that you just remained silent. Tiffany handled the questions for you.

"Practice? For what?"

"Well, Tei's part of the nursing department's band for battles, y'know for university week, events and such..." Olivia tells, "Their last year's vocalist just graduated so they're kinda in search for a new one..." She says, making you think back to what Semi offered you yesterday at lunch with him.

You glance at Semi, but he keeps his gaze firmly down, almost as if looking back would make his face turn even redder.

"They'll probably rehearse without a vocalist later—although Eita can fill in if needed," Olivia smirks, sneaking a knowing look at you, although you don't know if that meant anything.

"Wait, really!? You can sing!?" Tiffany's eyes light up as she turns toward Semi. "Can we come watch? What time is your practice?"

Suddenly, all eyes are on Semi, who's scratching the back of his head, looking like he wants to disappear. Just like you, he hates being put on the spot, especially with you around — it only makes him more nervous.

"Yuki's coming over later," Semi says.

"Yuki? Who's that?" Your nosy friend asks.

"He's their vocalist last year." Olivia fills you and Tiffany in. "But I thought he's busy today?" She turns to Semi.

He shrugs. "I don't know. Just got his text before we went here."

"Alright, but we still need you to sing for us." Tiffany teases, earning a small smile from you.

You look at Semi who instantly met your gaze. "You didn't tell me you can sing?" You ask, surprising him.

"U-Uh.." Semi blinks before avoiding your gaze. "Only for backups." he clears his throat.

"Oh, come on, don't be shy, big guy!" Hiro laughs, earning a glare from Semi.

"Yeah! Maybe we can even get Y/n to sing," Tiffany says with a mischievous grin. You narrow your eyes at her, but she keeps going. "You've got a piano, right? Y/n would totally kill it—" She cuts herself off when she meets your death glare, chuckling awkwardly. "I-I mean... unless Y/n decides to kill me first.." She winks at Semi, still ignoring your glare.

Semi watches as you take a deep breath, sipping your drink as if it might help hide your frustration.

"She'd literally slit my throat if I don't stop talking now but you get the idea!" Tiffany adds as quickly as she could, dodging how you're glowering at her.

"Will you sing for us later?" Semi suddenly asks, interrupting you from skinning Tiffany alive in your head.

It surprised you when his eyes remained at yours, knowing how obvious it was how he kept avoiding your gaze ever since all of you talked. He smiles at you, and it catches you off guard with how gentle his eyes are, making it hard for you to say 'no'.

Your face grows warm as everyone waits for your response. You shoot Tiffany one last look, but she's whistling her way out of your glare, her gaze now lost somewhere on the ceiling.

"You're so talented," Olivia sighs, looking at you in admiration as she recalls the video of you singing Tiffany showed them the other night. "If I could sing like that, I'd never shut up!"

"You don't even shut up now, what's the difference?" Hiro says sarcastically, and Olivia playfully slaps his arm in response.

With laughter echoing around you, the tension fades, and you find yourself smiling, feeling lighter. You're glad Tiffany pulled you out of your thoughts because without her, you're certain you'd be lying in bed right now, buried in blankets, losing the rest of the day drowning to your worries.

You and Tiffany hang out by your car, waiting for the others to grab their stuff. As you sip your semi-iced coffee, Tiffany fills the air with her endless recap of last night's sleepover with her cousins. You feel like you're breathing for her since she barely pauses. Thanks to her, she manages to push Atsumu out of your mind.

"Shit," she curses, glancing at a message on her phone.

"What happened?" you ask, pausing mid-sip.

Her expression shifts to worry, making you uneasy. "It's my mom..." she whispers, typing quickly.

You straighten, "What happened to auntie?"

"She slipped on the stairs and fractured her finger! They're taking her to the ER," Tiffany blurts out, her eyes wide.

"What!? Let's go now—"

"No!" Tiffany quickly stops you.

You frown, confused. "No?"

"I'll go, and you.." She points at you while swinging her bag over her shoulder. "You go with them. I'll keep you posted."

"Are you serious? We can always visit Eita's anytime—"

She manages a small laugh, though her worry is obvious. "Trust me, my mom would be so embarrassed if I let you see her like this."

"But, Tiff... just let me come."

"Nope. You wait here for them. You tell them what happened, I'll just text them—oh, there they are!" she says, noticing Semi, Hiro, and Olivia approaching your car.

Your eyes instantly meet Semi's. He gives you a warm smile, which you barely returned when Tiffany suddenly spoke.

"Hey! Change of plans!" Her announcement grabs everyone's attention. "My mom slipped and fractured her finger. She's being taken to the ER, so I need to be there. I can't come with you guys today," she says, leaving Semi, Hiro, and Olivia flabbergasted.

"Oh my—is she okay?" Olivia asks, concerned.

"Yeah, she's more upset about not finishing the laundry than her finger!" Tiffany laughs, trying to ease the tension.

"We could go with you—"

"No!" she cuts Semi off, chuckling. "She'd be furious if I let you guys see her like this."

"So, you and Y/n are going to the hospital?" Hiro asks.

"No, I'm going to the hospital. You..." She points at you, "You're going with them." She then looks at the three of them. "She's going with you."

You sigh, rolling your eyes at her motherly tone. You take the last sip of your coffee before eyeing Tiffany. 'She's not budging', you think, knowing full well arguing with her will be pointless.

"Just keep me updated," you say.

"Will do! Don't worry about me, mmkay?" she says, tapping your cheek with a small smile. "Bye, guys! Make sure to send me a video later!" She waves, then rushes to her car.

You were supposed to ride together to Semi's, even though she'd just gotten her car back from a repair — she bumped into a tree last week. The plan had been to convoy, but it looks like you're going alone.

"So, what's the plan, guys?" Olivia asks, still worried about Tiffany's mom.

"Will she be able to attend your next class?" Hiro turns to you.

"I don't know, we'll see later..."

"Are you alright?" Semi turns to you.

"Yeah, why?"

"Nothing," he smiles. "I figured you have a lot on your plate and then this happens."

'A lot on my plate?' "I'm fine, thanks." You chuckle before looking away.

"Do you still wanna come?" Hiro asks.

"Yeah, I do. But if it's the other way around, I don't pretty much have a choice," you let out a quiet laugh, still worried about your friend and her mom.

"I have an idea!" Olivia squeals, grabbing all of your attention. "What if you give her a ride? You have an extra helmet, right?" She turns to Semi.

"Helmet?" you ask Semi but he doesn't look at you, his gaze is fixated on Olivia.

"Yeah, he rides a motorcycle."

"Hey, Y/n, why don't you ride with him?" Hiro suggests with a casual grin, though you don't catch the setup. But Semi does, and he shoots his friend a look, silently telling him to stop. "You know, it'll save on gas, and he can drop you back later," Hiro adds, practically daring you to say yes.

You pause, a little taken aback by the suggestion. "Only if Eita's okay with it," you chuckle, glancing over at him.

"Obviously, he's fine with it!" Olivia interjects, her excitement a little louder than expected. You jump slightly as she grins and nudges Semi. "Right, Tei?" Her gaze shifts to him, and you don't catch the flush creeping up his neck, but he can feel it.

"Yeah, of course," he clears his throat, forcing himself to sound nonchalant. Inside, he's trying not to overthink, not to feel the thrill that's sparking somewhere deep in his chest.

He jogs off to grab an extra helmet from his locker, leaving you with Hiro and Olivia, who quickly dive into stories about school life. Olivia tells you about her first-year experiences with Semi and Hiro, and shares a few helpful tips, mentioning the late nights, the study groups, and the support that keeps everyone going. It surprises you how much they made you feel as if you've been a part of their group for the longest time, finding yourself to be having and enjoying the conversation with them.

Semi then returns with a helmet and a jacket. He hands you the helmet and leads you to his bike — having Olivia and Hiro quietly tease Semi as they make their way inside Hiro's car.

You eye Semi's motorcycle and you can't help but be in awe, a sleek, black machine that's both rugged and polished — a perfect match for him. He watches as you put on the helmet, glancing away to hide his smile.

"You ready?" he asks, his voice muffled but steady, even though his heartbeat isn't.

You reach out, your hands settling on the sides of his jacket, a gesture that makes his pulse stutter. The warmth of your fingers on his jacket, the nearness — it's almost too much, but he manages to keep his cool.

"Ready!" you say, raising your voice over the engine.

As he starts up the bike, he feels your grip tighten just a bit, and something in him wants to protect you, to keep you close. Hiro and Olivia follow in their car, but Semi finds himself wishing it were just the two of you.

He keeps his focus on the road, but he can't help but notice every little thing — the way your hands move slightly to keep your hold, the way your grip tightens every time there's a bump on the road... he takes in every little detail.

The wind is chilly, and even though he's lent you his jacket, he feels you shiver, which only makes him want to reach back and hold you steady. With each curve in the road, your grip tightens, and when he speeds up just a bit, you instinctively wrap your hands around the side of his waist. His heart leaps, his mind racing with thoughts he can barely keep in check.

"You alright back there?" he calls, his voice betraying a hint of nerves.

"What!?" you shout back, leaning closer, your helmet brushing against his shoulder.

He clenches his jaw, fighting the flush of warmth spreading up his neck as he feels your chest press against his back.

"I asked if you're good back there!" he manages, trying to keep his voice steady.

"I'm alright!" You laugh, a carefree sound that sends a jolt through him, making him wish the ride could last forever.

By the time he pulls up to his house, he realizes he's already missing the feel of your touch around him. As you hop off and he parks the bike, he finds himself glancing back at you, the longing to know what's on your mind gnawing at him — even though it shatters him to think that everything that he thinks is special, has no other meaning for you.

For you, it might've been just a quick ride, but for Semi, it felt like the start of something he can't ignore — and he's already wishing for an excuse to take you the long way back.

Not too long after Hiro and Olivia arrive, parking just beside Semi's motorcycle.

"I already ordered pizzas and sodas for our lunch!" Olivia waves her phone. "Don't bother paying, it's on me." She winks before typing something in her phone.

You all walk inside, and instantly, fragments of Semi's party from the other night resurface. Without even realizing, your gaze falls to the place where you parked that night — the very spot where you and Atsumu had clashed. The thought of him lingers, but you push it down, trying to ignore how even the walls here feel like they're whispering his name.

Trailing a step behind the group, you pull out your phone to text Tiffany. But your chest tightens when you see a message notification from an unknown number — unmistakably knowing whose it's from.

The message preview reads: 'Where are you?'.

Just those three words stir up a mix of emotions. You almost scoff, remembering the girl from the call last night, how he pulled you back into that same ache you're trying to move on from. You should block him — it's the only logical choice you've told yourself a thousand times. But somehow, something holds you back — it's like something's stopping you from doing so.

Sighing, you swipe his message away, ignoring the pang in your chest as you open your chat with Tiffany. You quickly type an update, letting her know you're at Semi's now, hoping it'll keep your mind off of Atsumu, even if just for a little while.

"Yuki's almost here," Semi says, glancing up from his phone with a quick smile before leading you toward his studio.

As you follow him through the receiving area, you find yourself looking around in awe. Memories of the party night resurfaces, but the place feels different now — calm, orderly, almost unrecognizable without the crowd and flashing lights. What was a crowded dance floor just days ago now reveals sleek furniture and intricate decor you hadn't noticed before.

You're too caught up with how amazing the house looks that you didn't notice you were being led towards the basement. You just quietly follow them, holding back your confusion. Then, Semi opens the door that connects to a staircase leading to the basement.

Hiro and Olivia are chattering loudly as always. The staircase is quite narrow, but upon reaching the room, you couldn't help but let your mouth fall open.

"Wow," you mutter under your breath as your eyes roam around the entire basement.

Semi heard your remark, making him hold back a smile as he feels a little proud upon seeing you admire his place.

The studio buzzes with a gritty, raw energy, embodying the essence of late-night jam sessions that have birthed countless riffs and melodies. Heavy drapes hang from the walls, absorbing sound and lending the space a cozy yet rebellious atmosphere.

Every shelf is lined with memorabilia — vintage concert posters, photographs capturing fleeting moments of past gigs, and well-worn CDs that hint at artistic inspiration. The decor feels intentionally eclectic, with each piece adding character and history to the room.

Underfoot, a dark rug shows signs of wear, its fibers soft yet frayed from years of footfalls and equipment being maneuvered in and out.

The stage is both inviting and rugged, dominated by a solid drum kit surrounded by amplifiers that wear their scars with pride. Electric guitars hang on the wall like trusted companions, each waiting for its moment to shine, while the mic stand stands ready at the center, beckoning for the next voice to fill the room. Industrial lighting overhead casts a warm glow, creating an atmosphere that invites creativity and camaraderie.

Semi steps inside, his presence adding to the vibrancy of the room. He glances around, a satisfied smile creeping onto his face as he takes in the space he knows so well. It's a reflection of his passion, and there's a spark in his eyes that suggests he hopes you'll feel the same connection.

As you take in the surroundings, you can't help but sense the energy swirling around you, a promise of the musical magic that thrives here.

"What do you think, Y/n?" Olivia excitedly asks you, "This is literally Tei's nest." She teases, earning a chuckle from you.

"This is... nice.." You comment, impressed.

You look around before spotting a keyboard placed beside a shelf.

"Care to play for us later?" Semi notices you staring at his keyboard.

"What?" you turn to him, feeling already nervous as it's been almost a year since you last played.

"Yeah, play for us, okay!?" Hiro nudges your arm, making your face heat up — practically leaving you no choice.

You let out a nervous chuckle, breaking eye contact with their expectant gazes. Semi can't help but grin at your bashful response.

"Need anything? I'll just change my clothes and be right back," he says as you settle on the couch, watching Olivia and Hiro claim their spots in the studio like it's a royal court.

"Nah, we're good," Hiro declares, sitting at the drums with a mischievous glint in his eye as he reaches for the drumsticks.

Before you can even brace yourself, he launches into a chaotic drum solo, slamming down on the cymbals so hard that the sound rattles the walls. Olivia gasps, nearly losing her balance as she glares at him, the shock on her face resembling that of someone who just witnessed a crime.

"What the fuck!!!!" she screams, and laughter erupts around the room.

You can't help but feel a bit sad that Tiffany isn't here to witness this. For sure if she's able to come, she'd be joining the two, fueling the chaos even more.

"Hey," Semi says, trying to regain some semblance of order.

"Hmm?" You look at him, barely able to contain your laughter.

"Wanna go grab a drink?" he suggests, his shyness peeking through. "Or do you want to stick around and watch this circus?"

You glance back at Hiro, who's now banging on the drums like he's in a rock concert, while Olivia's desperately trying to find something — anything — to whack him with.

"Alright, let's escape before they bring the house down," you say, laughing, as you get to your feet.

Semi's heart races with excitement. He quickly looks away, grinning as he heads toward the stairs. You follow him, leaving the madness behind as you both escape the chaos brewing in the basement.

As you're both taking the stairs, your phone vibrates. You open your device and accidentally open the convo of who texted you, making your heart race.

Your heart races, and your hand shakes as you read Atsumu's messages. In a panic, you quickly shut your phone, feeling a mix of laughter and frustration.

How can he act like nothing happened? Anger simmers in your mind, replacing the joy you felt just moments ago with doubt and the ache from last night's conversation.

"Are you alright?" The unexpected voice pulls you from your thoughts just as you reach the entrance to the basement.

Semi stands there, concern written all over his face, his gaze dropping to your fidgeting hand that hastily tucks your phone away.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you reply, taking a deep breath to push thoughts of Atsumu aside. You don't want to ruin this moment. You silently wish Tiffany were here to help ease your tension, but even your friend doesn't know what's going on.

"Are you sure?" Semi tilts his head, his steady gaze calming you as you look into his eyes.

"Yeah," you say, forcing a smile. "Let's go? I could really use a drink hehe..." You try to divert the topic, hoping it'll distract you from your swirling thoughts.

Semi's smile broadens. "Come on. What do you want to drink?" he asks, leading the way to the kitchen. You quickly follow, grateful for the change of scenery.

"What do you have?" you ask, focusing on the now and hoping to drown out the memories of Atsumu.

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"I'll be sure to prepare my pulse oximeter just in case you palpitate." He jokes, making you laugh before taking your first sip.

Semi leans on the counter, smiling as he watches you drink the coffee, he prepared, in front of him.

The taste takes you by surprise, whisking you to cloud nine, and you glance over at Semi with an amazed look.

"Well, I'll be damned..." you remark, placing the glass on the counter.

Semi laughs, his face reddening slightly. "Why?"

"This is so much better than that iced latte from earlier," you say, watching him get visibly flustered.

"You're not serious."

"Believe what you want, but this is honestly the best iced coffee I've had," you say with a grin, taking another sip.

A quiet laugh erupts from both of you before silence falls over the two of you, stretching long enough that your thoughts begin to wander.

You try to cling to the comfortable quiet, to savor the moment with a friend, yet your mind betrays you, drifting back to Atsumu’s last text messages. His words, somehow so casual yet so weighty, sit like a thorn under your skin, irritating you in ways you wish you could just ignore.

And then there’s Tiffany’s voice echoing in your memory, her warning slicing through your thoughts, 'You know he's a player, right?' The words loop, relentless and sharp, gnawing at you like an old wound that refuses to close.

'Why do you care?', you scold yourself. You knew what this was from the start, accepted it without question, didn’t you? You knew the risks, you agreed to the terms… Yet, there it is — a nagging hurt that won't let you breathe.

You take a deep breath and try to focus on something, anything, to keep your thoughts grounded. You're here with Semi, after all, someone who makes you feel seen and safe, someone who listens with genuine care. You tell yourself to be present, to appreciate the calm of the moment instead of letting your mind spiral down a path you know leads to nowhere good.

Then all of a sudden, Semi's voice cuts through your thoughts, grounding you back in the present. "You know, you're starting to worry me," he says, a gentle laugh in his voice, but his expression is serious, concern etched into his eyes. "Are you sure you're alright?"

You blink, startled back into the moment, scrambling to keep your face neutral.

You pull your focus to the iced coffee in front of you, determined to push Atsumu out of your mind, to let Semi's presence be the only thing you feel right now.

"It's… I'm fine," you manage to say, your voice soft but not entirely convincing. You glance down at your drink, hoping he won’t see through you. "It's just… Tiffany's mom, you know?" It's a half-truth, barely even that, but you cling to it, hoping it will be enough to end the questions.

Semi's gaze holds a quiet understanding, but he's not convinced. He hesitates, as though sensing there's more going on than you're willing to share. He almost reaches out for your hand, but he pulls back before you even notice.

"They're probably fine now," he says as he scratches the back of his head, playing it off.  His voice is steady, offering comfort that you almost want to believe, but even then, Atsumu lingers, like a shadow you can't shake off.

Desperate to shift your focus, you force a smile, "Enough about me," you say, voice a little too bright, like maybe you can convince yourself this is what you want to talk about. "Are you planning to try out for the volleyball team this Saturday?"

Semi looks at you, visibly caught off guard by the question. But the shift is welcome, and his expression softens as he meets your gaze.

"Uh… I'm not sure," he admits, looking away.

You press on, "Why not? Didn't Hiro mention you played for a top team in high school? Shitaro… Shira—something?"

Semi's mouth curves into a small smile, his eyes glinting with a fondness you rarely see. "Shiratorizawa," he corrects, amused.

You let out a laugh, stumbling over the unfamiliar name. "Right! That's it,"

Semi leans back on his chair, sighing thoughtfully. "I just want to focus on the band more, you know? We actually won last year's battle of the bands, and I want to live up to the title." His eyes light up as he talks, his love for music spilling into every word.

You find yourself leaning in, grateful for the chance to see him in his element, to share in his joy. 'Music must be really his passion,' you think to yourself as you stare at Semi's eyes almost sparkling when talking about playing.

"Fair enough," you nod. "I'd really love to see you play volleyball someday, though." you add. It slipped out, unexpected but genuine, and the surprise in Semi's eyes tells that he hadn't expected it either.

Then, out of nowhere, you ask, "Can I ask where your parents are?" completely unaware that he'd been on the verge of saying he might consider volleyball again — for you.

Semi blinks, answering with a casual, "They're in the US."

"Wow," you mutter, taken aback. "How long have they been there?"

"Since last year." He sips his water, trying to sound unaffected. "But on holidays, they come home. Sometimes, I go there myself."

"Oh, so you're rich-rich.." you comment, impressed.

He laughs it off, "My parents, not me."

"Technically, it counts." you playfully point a finger towards him, making him grin. "Do you plan on going there, like permanently?"

"They actually offered me to finish my college there,"

"Really? Why didn't you go?"

"I just don't want to. Besides, all my friends are here. My grandparents are also here," he explains, making you nod as you listen.

"Any siblings?" you ask, curious to know if anyone's shared this quiet house with him.

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Only child."

Your eyes widen. "Wait, so… you've been alone in this huge house for an entire year?"

"Pretty much," he laughs, shrugging like it's no big deal. "I used to throw parties almost every week last year, y'know... just to fill the place up, but eventually, I grew tired of it."

A silence falls between you as you take in the reality of what he's saying. You glance around the empty room, suddenly seeing it through his eyes — the quiet, the space, the solitude.

"Don't you get lonely?" you ask, your voice softening.

He hesitates, then lets out a sigh, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze. "Yeah… at first, maybe. But I got used to it." He glances at you, then quickly looks away, his cheeks faintly pink. "It's not so bad."

You give him a small smile, one he returns with a shy, grateful look. His eyes linger on you for a moment, and it's then he realizes something — throwing that party, the one he almost canceled, led to meeting you. He's glad he went through with it, even if he couldn't have predicted you'd walk through his door that night. 'All thanks to Olivia who nagged me about not cancelling that party,' Semi thinks to himself.

"That's why I always invite Hiro and Olivia over," he adds, clearing his throat. "But, you know, they're not always free. So, yeah. Just me most of the time."

You tilt your head, smiling as you tease, "So… with the place all to yourself, I bet you brought a lot of girls here, yeah?"

He laughs, caught off guard. "No, actually. Just my friends."

"Uh-huh," you smirk, your eyebrows raised. "You're telling me... no girls have been here alone with you?"

"Believe it or not," he shrugs. His gaze meets yours, and he's grateful when you just chuckle, letting the moment feel natural and light.

"Really?" You arch a brow, clearly skeptical.

He laughs, holding up his hands in defense. "It's the truth! If anything, it's a little embarrassing, having such a big house to myself."

"Lonely and modest," you tease. "Come on, don't tell me you've never had a girlfriend."

His cheeks turn pink, but he chuckles. "I mean, I had a few, but it's been a while."

You tilt your glass toward him, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Single now, then?"

"Yeah," he says, grinning sheepishly. "What, do I look like I have a girlfriend?"

You shrug, taking another sip. "I don't know. I heard band guys are usually players."

"Oh, that's the stereotype?" he laughs, shaking his head. "For the record, I'm a pretty loyal guy."

Your chuckle warms the air between you, and you find yourself relaxing, savoring the easy flow of conversation, letting it distract you.

Then, Semi's voice breaks the moment, hesitant. "What about you? Anyone in the picture?"

At his question, Atsumu's face flickers into your mind, quick as a spark, unsettling as thunder. You try to shake it off, giving a shrug. "Nah. No one."

The faintest flicker of relief crosses Semi's face, and he quickly hides it, looking down at his glass. You both fall into an easy silence, but you can't ignore the feeling that, somehow, this moment matters more than either of you expected.

"Really?" he asks, cautious of your reaction.

"Yup." you blurt out, shaking Atsumu off your shoulders.

Semi eyes his glass of water, letting the liquid spin inside. He contemplates whether to ask you about Atsumu, but he doesn't wanna ruin the mood — so, he ends up holding himself back.

"But you had a boyfriend before?" he continues the conversation, wanting to get to know you more.

"Yeah, once. Back in third year high school,"

"Really? What happened?" he asks, but abruptly composes himself upon realizing something. "If it's okay for me to ask, hehe..."

You chuckle at Semi’s reaction, shrugging it off. "Of course, it's not like it's a big deal." Clearing your throat, you continue, "Long story short, the guy cheated on me. Which sucks because, you know, I actually liked him. First love and all that, so my judgment was waaay way off." You laugh it off, the memory now just plainly ridiculous.

Semi's eyebrows lift, and he chuckles softly, though there's a hint of disbelief in his eyes. "Wow… he actually cheated on you?"

"Unfortunately," you say, rolling your eyes with a bitter laugh.

"Well, he's a dick," Semi says bluntly, his gaze sharp as he takes a sip of water.

You can't help but laugh. "Yeah, pretty much."

He pauses, watching you. "But… you're good now, right?"

"Oh, totally. Just hate looking back at how I wasted my time on him, and how I gave so much of myself. First love, first kiss, first everything and all that…" The laugh that follows has an edge, the taste of regret. "But I'm a hundred percent fine now, though. Like, I could literally look him in the eye and feel nothing but disgust." The both of you laugh before silence looms over again.

Semi's quiet, his gaze softening as he studies you, wondering how anyone could be foolish enough to betray someone like you.

But no matter how you spin this conversation, somehow it keeps circling back to Atsumu. You can feel his memory seeping in, uninvited. The memory of that night — the party, the moment you gave in to Atsumu just to chase away the image of your ex making out with some random girl in the same room — floods back painfully. Since that night, Atsumu became the new memory you can't shake, the one person you wish you could scrub from your mind.

"So, what about you?" you ask, diverting attention back to Semi with a playful smirk, trying to shake the lingering tension in your chest. "What's your story with past lovers?"

But as you look at him, a frustrated thought crosses your mind, 'When will you finally leave me alone, Atsumu?', you push down the frustration, masking it with a light smile for Semi.

"Just the usual stuff," Semi replies, stretching his arms across the table casually. "It just didn't work out. Nothing too dramatic."

"Lucky you," you snort, amused. "At least there was no cheating."

"Yeah, glad I dodged that bullet," he smiles, but falls quiet, not sure where to go from here. A silence settles between you, soft but comfortable.

After another stretch of casual conversation, the sound of voices at the door pulls you and Semi from your seats. Three guys stand there, their laughter echoing through the entryway. Semi moves forward, his face lighting up.

"Hey, man!" Semi greets the guy in a black band shirt with a tight hug, their reunion clearly meaningful.

"Been too long," the guy replies, grinning widely, taking in the familiar atmosphere like he's back where he belongs.

You linger behind Semi, offering a tentative smile, feeling a little like an outsider in the midst of their warm reunion.

"Leo!" Semi's excitement rises as he hugs the guy with slightly longer hair, followed by another guy in a denim jacket who practically bursts into the room.

"Missed this place! Heeeey!" the denim-jacket guy exclaims, as their laughter fills the room.

Semi steps back, edging closer to you as if to bring you into their circle. "So, how's the review center treating you?" he asks the guy in the band shirt.

"Busy as hell, but ya know, I manage." he replies, his eyes flicking toward you with a friendly interest.

Semi follows his gaze, a proud smile crossing his face. "Oh, by the way, this is Y/n…"

You feel all three pairs of eyes on you, which instantly makes you want to hide. A knot tightens in your stomach, but you manage to smile back. You hate being stared at by a bunch of new faces, it makes you anxious, even though you know they're harmless.

"Hi," you say softly, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Ohh, so you're Y/n…" the band-shirt guy says with a smirk, exchanging a knowing look with Semi.

"Shut the fuck up," Semi mouths to his friends, hinting what they're doing, but his friends can't help laughing quietly, enjoying his obvious discomfort.

Yuki extends a hand with a smirk that somehow seems sincere. "Nice to meet you—finally! I'm Yuki."

You catch the emphasis on his words, but you don't think much of it.Your handshake is a bit hesitant, but his friendly grip puts you at ease. "Nice to meet you too."

The second guy, whose hair is shoulder-length, introduces himself with a quick smile. "I'm Leo."

The denim-jacket guy jumps in, his energy beaming through the roof. "And I'm Hans! Nice to meet’cha!"

"They're my former bandmates—Well, Yuki.” Semi explains, his gaze flickering proudly between you and them. "Yuki was our vocalist. Leo plays bass, and Hans is our drummer.”

"Wow," you say, genuinely impressed by the talent surrounding you.

"Ugh, you don't need to emphasize that," Yuki groans. "We still hold gigs, duh! I'm just too busy with the review for the boards but I'm still part of the band!" he whines, making you chuckle.

"Yuki graduated," Hans adds with a grin, "and Leo and I are in our fourth years now."

The three of them watch you with warm expressions, their ease settling your nerves. Somehow, you feel like you're part of this tight-knit group.

"You're a first year, I suppose?" Hans asks, making you nod with a smile.

"Yeah, I am."

Yuki's gaze turns playful as he glances at Semi. "Tei said you're an incredible vocalist, yeah?"

Your cheeks flush, suddenly feeling bashful. "Not really…", you scratch your head, even though it slightly confuses you on how they knew you could sing.

But Yuki's tone is serious. "Y'know among all of us, Tei has the ears of a real musician. So if he tells you you're good—trust me.. you're good." he smirks, throwing a teasing glance at his friends while you look away, flustered.

Semi's mouth tightens in an attempt to stifle a reaction, his expression caught between frustration and pride. 'She doesn't know I showed you her video, dammit..' Semi wanted to blurt it out to his friends, but since you're here, he holds it back.

Hans raises his hand, grinning wide. "You should play it for us later—I know the song! Huge Evanescence fan here, by the way!" He gives an exaggerated wink, practically bouncing with enthusiasm.

"Yeah, yeah, you totally should!" Leo jumps in, eyes lighting up. "Let's do the full band version!"

"U-Uh," you stammer, feeling the sudden attention, but Semi gently places a reassuring hand on your arm, drawing your gaze.

"Sorry," he whispers with a sheepish smile, clearly embarrassed at his friends' boldness.

You laugh, sensing that maybe he'd shown them your video. Oddly, you don’t mind, their energy feels encouraging rather than pushy. "It's alright," you chuckle, catching Semi's grin as he relaxes.

Yuki catches your attention with a playful smirk. "Fine, here's the deal. We'll play the song that won us the championship last year, and then, it's your turn." He winks, leaving you no escape route.

Semi glances away, trying to suppress his grin before sneaking a glance at you. He's thrilled seeing you so at ease with his friends and already imagining the moment he gets to watch you sing live.

You look around at their eager faces, chuckling as your own excitement builds. "Alright," you say, giving in.

The group erupts in cheers, clapping and hyping you up even more.

All of you head to the basement, where Olivia and Hiro are laughing and messing around on the piano keys. The energy is contagious as everyone exchanges greetings, and Hans teases Hiro about how his drum solo that could be heard from outside, making you all laugh.

You take a seat with Olivia and Hiro, feeling unexpectedly comfortable as you join in the chatter. You glance down at your phone, noticing you still haven't heard back from Tiffany. Though a bit worried, you remind yourself of Semi's words — that she's probably fine.

As the guys start setting up, you settle in with Olivia and Hiro on the couch, watching them prep their instruments. Yuki, already by the mic, chats easily with you three, while Hans repositions the drums after Hiro's playful solo earlier, and Leo tunes his bass amp.

Then, as if chatter around you fades into the background as your eyes settle on Semi who's already in his plan black shirt and sweatpants. He's crouched down, completely focused on adjusting his pedalboard, and you can't help but notice every detail — the way his fingers move precisely over the knobs, the slight furrow in his brows, the calm concentration that seems to surround him. You catch yourself staring a little longer than you mean to, captivated by how absorbed he is.

He looks up, and for a split second, your eyes meet. Heat floods your cheeks, and you look away fast, heart hammering as if he caught you doing something you shouldn't. You play it off, pretending that you're listening to your friends conversation.

But then, Tiffany's words echo in your mind, 'He likes you, okay!? How are you not noticing that!?' Against your better judgment, you sneak another look — and find him still looking at you, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Right, Y/n?" Olivia's voice snaps you back, and you nearly jump when she nudges your arm.

"H-Huh?" you stammer, trying to act casual as you tear your gaze away from Semi.

Semi looks away, holding back his smile as he, too, feels flustered.

Olivia laughs. "I was just telling Yuki how you're trying out for the dance club on Saturday."

"Oh… yeah, kinda," you say, feeling a little self-conscious.

Yuki grins, his interest piqued. "Can we come watch? We're free on Saturday."

His enthusiasm makes you blush. "Um…"

"You're so talented," he says, chuckling, and the compliment sends heat to your cheeks.

"I know, right!?" Hiro says, chiming in playfully.

Yuki's eyes gleam with a sudden mischief. "Hey, do you have a boyfriend? If not, maybe I can apply?" His words freeze you, his casual tone, making it hard to tell if he’s serious.

Semi stiffens by the sudden question of his friend, his hand hovering over his guitar as he throws a subtle glare at Yuki. Olivia and Hiro burst out laughing, filling the room with their amusement.

"Wait, Yuki," Hiro teases. "We thought you had a girlfriend?"

Yuki shrugs, smirking. "Nah, we broke up last week. So yeah… I'm single," He raises his eyebrows, waiting for your answer.

You give a nervous chuckle, unsure how to respond. "Well…"

Before you can finish, Semi's amp roars to life with a sudden, loud distortion, drowning out the conversation. Everyone jumps, startled, and Yuki frowns at him, clearly annoyed.

"Oops, my bad," Semi says with a half-smile, scratching the back of his neck. "Hey, let's get to the song." He motions for Yuki to get to the mic, effectively putting an end to the conversation.

Olivia secretly pinches Hiro's arm, both of them biting back knowing grins. Semi's jealousy was obvious to both of them. Yuki glances around and, seeing his bandmates ready, sighs before moving to the mic stand. Semi turns away, adjusting his amp, a faint look of satisfaction on his face after thwarting Yuki's attempt.

The guys take their positions, each of them settling into their own rhythm. Hans wiggles around in his seat, adjusting for the perfect angle before giving his arms a shake, getting ready to go all in on the drums. Leo and Semi plant their feet, guitars in hand, taking on a stance that’s equal parts relaxed and intense. Yuki clears his throat into the mic, his voice echoing across the basement with an air of confidence.

"Ladies and gents," Yuki says with a cocky grin, glancing around as though he’s addressing a crowd of thousands.

"Oh, wait—hold up!" Olivia’s voice interrupts, and all eyes turn to her as she dashes over to a light switch.

With a quick flick, the room transforms; colored lights flash and spin, casting the basement in bursts of color that turn the space into an intimate concert venue. The guys are now mostly shadowed, their features only lit in brief flashes that lend a sense of mystery and anticipation. You feel a thrill run up your spine, caught up in the atmosphere they’ve created.

"There we go," Olivia says, squeezing back in beside you, her face alight with excitement.

Yuki steps back up to the mic, his voice smooth and charismatic. "We'd like to dedicate this next song to the newest, prettiest face in the room." His gaze meets yours with a playful glint, making you chuckle. "Y/n, this one's for you," he adds with a wink before gripping the mic stand, his gaze steady and confident.

Though you know he's just flirting, there's something captivating about his energy, his confidence pulling you in. You can't help but think of Tiffany, imagining how she'd be losing her mind if she were here to witness this. 'You're really missing out, Tiff', you think, already knowing you'll have stories to share later.

Semi lets out a soft scoff, shaking his head as Yuki lays on the charm thick. But as he glances over at you through the dim, pulsing lights, he feels a different kind of nervousness settle in. His heart beats a little faster, almost like it did the first time he ever stepped on stage, even though tonight he's performing for just a handful of friends.

He watches your face, the way your eyes shine as you take in the whole setup, and it somehow makes this tiny basement feel like an arena. For the first time, he's not just playing a set — he's performing for you.

Semi adjusts his grip on his guitar, clearing his head, hoping you don’t catch the slight grin that sneaks onto his face. 'Get it together, Tei' But there’s no shaking it. Tonight, he’s more pumped than ever to play, not for the crowd, but just for that look on your face.

"This is called, Face down by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus." he says, then in no time, Hans hit the drumsticks on the snare at a steady rhythm, which later was followed by Semi's distorted guitar, sending shivers down your whole body.

Even though it’s just the intro, you feel a chill run through you. The sound is intense — powerful enough that the basement walls seem to vibrate with every beat, like the speakers can barely contain the music. The rhythm wraps around you, taking over every corner of the room and filling your ears with its raw, live energy.

Then Yuki starts singing, and his voice hits you like a wave as he sings every lyric with full emotions.

"Hey girl, you know you drive me crazy
~~ One look puts the rhythm in my hand
~~ Still I'll never understand why you hang around
~~ I see what's going down..."

You didn't expect this — the voice coming from him is higher, richer, than you'd guessed, his voice hitting each note flawlessly. Your mouth nearly drops as you realize how talented they are.

Then, your eyes land on Semi. His guitar rests low, just below his hips, and his stance has this magnetic pull — he stands with an intensity that commands attention, like he's completely in his element. Everyone's performing with energy and skill, but there’s something different about Semi. It's as if he was born for this.

The way his hand moves quickly to palm mute the strings adds a sharpness to each note, giving the performance a heartbeat of its own. Then he tilts his head back, closing his eyes, surrendering to the music with an effortless grace. It's captivating, and undeniably attractive, the way he lets the music take over, his every motion fueled by rhythm and confidence.

You can't take your eyes off him. There's a fire in the way he plays, one that sets him apart, and as he loses himself in the music, you find yourself getting drawn in too.

"Do you feel like a man
~~ When you push her around?
~~ Do you feel better now, as she falls to the ground?
~~ Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's got to end
~~As your lies crumble down, a new life she has found!"

Then, your gaze meets Semi's, and your heart skips a beat. It's almost like everything else fades — the flashing lights, the heavy beat of the drums, even Yuki's vocals — and all that’s left is the intensity in Semi's eyes.

You're not sure if he's even aware of how he's looking at you, but something in his expression makes your chest tighten.

As Yuki sings each line, the lyrics seem to take on a new meaning, weaving between you and Semi. It's like every word is directed at you, amplified by the way Semi watches you so intently, as if he's sharing something he can't say out loud.

For a moment, you're convinced this entire performance is meant just for you — a private concert, wrapped in loud guitars and flashing lights, with Semi pouring something unspoken into every glance.

"Face down in the dirt
~~ She said 'This doesn't hurt!'
~~ She said 'I finally had enough!'"

"~~ One day she will tell you that she has had enough
~~ It's coming round again"

But, just like every other time, Atsumu's face creeps back into your mind, pulling that familiar ache in your chest. You’re staring at Semi, but somehow, it’s Atsumu you see.

Every beat of the song, every intense look Semi gives — it’s all supposed to be his unintentional wakeup call for you, but instead, it only stirs up memories you'd rather forget.

Last night's phone call replays in your head, emotions bubbling up and catching you off guard. You quickly glance away, feeling a surge of frustration.

'This is wrong… You need to get out of my head, Atsumu.' The thought claws at you, raw and desperate, as if saying it in your mind will somehow set you free.

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ATSUMU WAKES UP TO the persistent buzzing of his phone alarm. The sound drills into his head, amplifying the dull ache from the previous night's drinking.

Slowly, he forces his eyes open, squinting against the sliver of sunlight filtering through the curtains.

The headache gnaws at him as he rubs his temples and reaches for his phone, fingers heavy with sleep. Swiping the alarm off, his thumb instinctively opens your conversation. His eyes, still swollen from sleep, scan the screen.

"Tch. Thanks for the reply," he mutters, his voice thick with irritation and sarcasm.

The read receipt next to his messages stares back at him, taunting. The silence stings more than the hangover, and it infuriates him even more on why he cares so much if you'd reply or not.

He frowns, scowling at the screen, then aggressively drops the phone onto the bed beside him. It bounces slightly before settling, just like his mood — uneven, restless.

His mind races. He waited all night for a reply, checking his phone more times than he'd like to admit. And now, waking up to the same silence, the frustration simmers under his skin.

'We were completely okay before she drifted to sleep, what's with the silent treatment?' The questions fuel his sour mood as he glares up at the ceiling, teeth clenched.

He would've sent you a good morning text without a second thought. Maybe even called. But your silence? It cut deeper than he wanted to admit. Now, he's determined to ignore you back, though he craves nothing more than to hear you again — to see you again.

Trying to shake off his mood, he stretches and drops to the floor for his usual morning push-ups — each movement sharper, each breath heavier. The routine is familiar, but today, it feels more like a battle to clear his mind off you.

Just as he was about to leave his room, his phone rings.

His heart skips a beat, hope flaring before he even saw the screen. But when it wasn't your name that's calling, his shoulders slumped.

'Pathetic,' he mutters inwardly, running a hand through his hair before answering as he realizes how desperate he looked — all excited when he thought you were calling.

"Hey, Mom," he answers, sinking onto the edge of his bed.

"Good morning, my baby!" Her cheerful voice breaks through his brooding thoughts. "Are you at school already?"

"Nah, just woke up. Class isn't until 10," he replies, glancing at the time.

"Oh, right! Sam-sam told me. I just forgot," she giggles, referring to Osamu. "So, how's my baby boy doing?"

Atsumu sighed, shaking his head with a small smile. "Mom, what am I.. twelve?"

"So!?" A dramatic gasp was heard from the other end of the line. "You and Sam-sam will always be my babies!" Her laughter is infectious, drawing a reluctant chuckle from Atsumu.

"Whatever, Mom."

"When I called Sam-sam, he was with his girlfriend. Akari picked him up, and they went to school together," his mom says casually.

Atsumu raises an eyebrow. "Oh, so I'm using the car today?"

"I don't know, maybe?"

He lets himself fall back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Your face suddenly flashes into his mind, and the thought of asking you out later is quite tempting, since he's got he car for the rest of the day — but then he remembers the unreturned messages, the silence. His mood then darkens, a frown settling on his face.

"Speaking of, when are you going to get a girlfriend?" His mom's question cuts through his thoughts, catching him off guard.

"Is that a requirement now?" He chuckles, trying to brush it off.

"I'm just curious!" she pouts, clearly not letting it go. "You never introduced me to any of your exes! You always say you're seeing someone, but I never meet them. Then suddenly—poof!—you're single again! Hmp."

"Mom…"

"When I come home for your birthday, you better have a girlfriend to introduce!" she presses, half-joking, half-serious.

"Mom."

"Sam-sam has Akari, and they've been together for almost 2 years now! How about my Tsum-tsum—"

"M-Mom!" he interrupts, his cheeks heating up. Her laughter on the other end makes him roll his eyes, a reluctant smile breaking through.

The laughter fades, leaving a lingering silence. Atsumu's mind wanders to you, replaying moments you shared just the night before.

His mom's casual comments about him introducing someone for his birthday strikes deeper than it should. For the first time, he imagines you meeting his mom — something he's never considered with any of the girls before you.

On the other end of the line, his mom's mood shifts. She braces herself, taking a deep breath, preparing to bring up something she knows her son won't want to hear.

"So…" she starts, her voice soft yet probing, snapping Atsumu out of his spiraling thoughts. "How are you holding up with your dad there?"

The words land heavily, pulling a dark cloud over his mood. He stays quiet, the silence loaded with unspoken tension. His mom waits, clearly aware of more than she's letting on.

'Osamu must have told her what happened last night' Atsumu thinks to himself, already searching for ways to dodge the topic.

"Tsum-tsum…" Her voice is careful, almost pleading.

"Mom, I don’t wanna talk about it," he cuts in, sitting up abruptly. His tone is sharp, a defense against the flood of emotions threatening to surface.

She sighs, the weight of worry in her breath. "When would you want to?"

Atsumu doesn't answer. He rubs his temple, the throbbing headache intensifying as flashes of last night's shouting match with his father replay in his mind.

Atsumu stumbled out of the ride he had booked earlier, feeling the world tilt slightly under his feet. All he craved now was the comforting embrace of his bed and the oblivion of sleep.

His fingers itched to call you, to hear your voice and ask why you hadn't responded to his messages — but he hesitated. You might've fallen asleep again, and the last thing he wanted was to disturb your rest.

The car drove away, leaving him steadying himself before slipping through the smaller gate of their home. He was beyond tipsy — the aftermath of Terushima's relentless nagging to drink more at the party.

So much for a 'chill' gathering. The night had spiraled into chaos after a few hours — music thumping, people dancing, most of them high on more than just life. Atsumu had stayed clear of that, though. Even back in high school, when he'd been a heavy drinker, he never touched a cigarette or anything remotely related to smoking.

Now, in college, he drank less, thanks to Osamu's constant lectures about keeping his act together, especially with his sights set on going pro after earning his degree.

Tonight, though, had been an exception. And now he was paying for it — drunk, drained, and in desperate need of a shower and sleep. Thankfully, class didn’t start until 10 tomorrow. Plenty of time to recover.

As soon as Atsumu staggered into the house, the sharp, unyielding voice of his father cut through the heavy silence like a blade.

"You're late. And drunk."

His father's voice cut through the silence, laced with quiet disdain. He sat on the couch, a book open in his hands, eyes cold and piercing. He had been waiting, ignoring his own exhaustion, fully aware that Atsumu was deliberately avoiding him.

What he hadn't expected was his son to come home near midnight, and the smell of reeking alcohol clinging to his son's uniform.

"Is this a decent time for a student to come home?" The words were calm, almost bored, but each syllable dripped authority. "And still in your uniform."

Atsumu's pulse spiked. His father's voice had always done that to him — igniting something volatile deep inside. He ignored the taunt, letting the door slam behind him as he headed for the stairs. He wasn't about to be dragged into this. Not tonight.

"I'm talking to you."

Atsumu didn't stop, didn't even turn his head. His footsteps were heavy, each one a silent act of rebellion.

"Atsumu!" His father's voice snapped, the book slamming shut.

He froze, every muscle in his body coiled tight. His jaw clenched so hard it ached. The pounding in his head faded, replaced by a slow-burning rage. He closed his eyes, willing himself to stay calm, not to turn and face the man he despised.

"What do you want?" The words came out low, barely controlled.

"For how long are you going to ignore me?" His father's voice dripped with condescension.

Atsumu's lip curled in a bitter, sarcastic smile. He glanced back, eyes cold. "I'm not ignoring you. You've just been nonexistent to me for a long time."

His father's expression hardened, a flicker of surprise in his eyes despite the expectation.

He stepped closer, each movement deliberate, challenging. "Still at it, huh?"

Atsumu's fists curled so tight his nails bit into his palms. "Can you just shut the fuck up?" The words were snarl , sharp and raw.

"Everyone else has moved on," his father said, voice maddeningly calm. "Your mom, your brother—everyone."

"Don't bring them into this!" Atsumu's voice cracked like a whip, his eyes blazing as he spun around. "Don't you fucking dare say their names with your disgusting mouth"

His father's eyes narrowed, but he didn't flinch. "You think my mouth is disgusting? Look who's talking."

Atsumu's laugh was bitter, "Who do you think I got it from?"

He turned back to the stairs, trying to end it there, but his father’s voice followed him, relentless .

"Can you calm down and talk to me like a grown man? Stop being childish—"

Atsumu whipped around, head fuming. "Why the hell did you even come back?!" The words ripped from him, raw and jagged. "You were dead to me. Why couldn't you just stay gone?"

The words hit their mark, each one like a dagger. His father’s face remained stoic, but Atsumu saw the flicker of pain. And he didn’t care.

That's one thing Osamu got from his father — being good at controlling their emotions, something Atsumu couldn't do.

"You had a good life in the US. Why don't you just go back there? Find another woman to screw and just disappear!"

"Watch your mouth," his father warned, the calm veneer starting to crack.

"I don't give a damn about what you think!" Atsumu's voice was pure hatred, his eyes burning with years of bottled fury. "You didn't give a shit about us when you left. Did you really think we'd welcome you back like nothing happened? Are you that fucking delusional?"

His father exhaled, the weight of regret heavy in the room. "Your mom and I worked things out, Atsumu. We moved on."

Atsumu's laugh was cold, hollow. "Good for you."

The memories crashed over him — his father's betrayal, his mother's tears, the shattered family he and Osamu had been left to piece back together. The nights he held his brother as they listened to their mother cry. The insults, the violence, the lies. It was all still there, fresh and raw. The wounds hadn't healed. They never would.

"I came back to fix things," his father said, voice softer now, almost pleading. "Especially with you."

Atsumu's eyes narrowed, his expression a twisted mask of fury and disbelief. "Fix things? With me?" He laughed, sharp and bitter. "What a sick fucking comedy."

"Atsumu, just talk to me—"

"Shut up." Atsumu cut him off, his voice a razor-sharp blade, before storming upstairs.

His father sat in the silence, inhaling deeply, fighting to steady himself.

The confrontation had sliced deep, each word leaving scars. He knew this wouldn't be easy — he accepted that — but this was beyond what he prepared for.

This was nothing like the measured conversation he had with Osamu. This was raw, volatile, a tempest he had no right to complain about. This was his fault, every bit of it. If he wanted to rebuild what he shattered with Atsumu, he would need to weather every storm his son hurled his way.

Atsumu's steps pounded on the stairs, his breath ragged, his vision blurring as tears of pure anger welled in his eyes. The fury inside him was a living thing, coiling tighter with each step.

He wanted to scream, to break something —  anything — but he knew nothing would purge the poison his father had injected into his life. The rage was suffocating — so intense it made him uneasy.

He halted abruptly, his eyes locking on Osamu, who was leaning quietly against his bedroom door frame, arms crossed.

Osamu's eyes were heavy with worry, shadowed by everything he just heard.

Atsumu looked away, barely holding the pieces of himself together.

"Save your lecture, Samu ," Atsumu muttered, his voice on the verge of breaking. "I really don't need it right now."

Osamu didn't move, his gaze steady. "Are you okay?" It was a stupid question, and he knew it. He just didn't know what else to say.

Atsumu's throat clenched, the weight of it all crushing him. He looked down as the tears finally broke free, hot and painful. His shoulders shook, and Osamu's heart twisted. Seeing his brother like this, broken and vulnerable, was unbearable.

"No." Atsumu's voice was a raw whisper. He took a shuddering breath, then glanced up. "Sorry if I woke you up."

"I wasn't sleeping. I was waiting for you to come home, dumbass." Osamu's scoff was soft, almost affectionate.

Atsumu huffed out a bitter laugh, the tension in his shoulders easing, just a little.

They stood there in the quiet, a fragile silence stretching between them. Osamu didn't push, didn't prod. He knew his brother was standing on the edge, teetering, and all he could do was be there.

"You stink," Osamu finally said, a small, teasing smile tugging at his lips.

Atsumu chuckled, the sound rough but real. "Yeah. Badly need a shower."

"Alright." Osamu nodded, a hint of a smirk playing on his face. "You want a teddy bear to cuddle or what?"

Atsumu rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. "Nah. I’m a grown man." His voice dipped, mocking the words their father had used earlier.

Atsumu lies motionless on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling long after the call ends. The weight of exhaustion settles heavily on his body, pressing him deeper into the mattress. It's only 9 in the morning, but he already feels drained, every muscle tensed from the swirling emotions inside him — And the one person who could distract him, even if only for a moment, still hasn't replied to his messages.

Finally, he pulls himself up and heads to the shower, hoping that the cold water will wash away the frustration simmering inside him. As the water cascades over him, his mind drifts to the empty ache in his stomach. It was then he realized he hadn't eaten a proper meal since yesterday’s lunch with Osamu.

The thought of his father waiting downstairs makes his head tighten, but hunger leaves him no choice.

'Just grab something quick and get back upstairs', he tells himself as he carefully makes his way down the stairs.

Steering clear of his father, Atsumu scans the room, eyes sharp and wary. When he sees no sign of him, he quickly slips into the kitchen.

The rich aroma of soufflé pancakes, hash browns, eggs, and bacon floods his senses, making his stomach grumble louder. The perfectly plated dishes on the counter catch his eye, and for a moment, a flicker of warmth fills his chest.

'Osamu must've left this for me', he thinks, a faint, almost hopeful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

But the illusion shatters instantly.

"Oh, there you are!" His father's overly cheerful voice cuts through the air, slicing through Atsumu's brief moment of peace.

The room, once filled with comforting scents, now feels suffocating. The storm he barely contained last night brews again inside him.

He stares blankly at his father, who walks in from the garage, wiping his hands with a towel and wearing a smile that feels like a slap.

"I was just about to knock on your door and ask you to come down for breakfast," his father says, gesturing toward the food.

Atsumu's eyes narrow, the realization sinking in. It wasn't Osamu who made this — it was him. It was then any trace of an appetite evaporates.

He turns away, grabbing a glass and filling it with water from the fridge, ignoring the man standing across the counter. His father exhales, the sound heavy, before stepping closer, his hands fidgeting with the towel.

"Hey uh..." he pauses, steadying his voice. "I'm really sorry for last night."

Atsumu pauses, the water halfway to his lips, but quickly resumes, giving no sign that the words reached him. He gulps down the last drop and shoves the bottle back into the fridge, preparing to leave without a word.

"I provoked you," his father continues, voice strained with regret. "I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry."

Atsumu's steps falter briefly as he heads toward the stairs, but he doesn't look back. He's almost there when his father speaks again, desperation seeping into his voice.

"I just want to fix my mistakes, Atsumu."

The words hit him like a dagger, a painful trigger that makes him want to punch him in the face. The cold shower he took earlier? It's all useless now. All he feels is his blood boiling all over again.

"It was my fault. Everything. Let me fix—"

"Will you stop talking to me?" Atsumu's voice, ice-cold and razor-sharp, slices through the room. He turns to face his father, his expression unreadable but his eyes filled with a storm of unspoken rage.

His father's eyes search his, filled with worry and regret, but all Atsumu sees are the shadows of his mother's tears, the nights she sobbed alone because of the asshole standing in front of him.

"Talk to Samu if you want. Just leave me alone," he spits, voice dripping with disdain as he brushes past his father like he's nothing more than a ghost.

His father follows, hesitant, his hand twitching as if he wants to reach out but knows better.

"Give your dad a chance to make up for—"

"What?" Atsumu spins around, fury blazing in his eyes. The insulted, almost doubtful look on his face stops his father in his tracks.

He steps back, nearly bumping with his son, but quickly steadies himself.

"Do you remember when I caught you cheating on mom?" Atsumu's voice drips with the painful memory, each word a stab right in his heart.

His father's gaze drops to the floor, the weight of shame pulling him down.

He can't respond, the words catching in his throat. Atsumu watches the silence consume him, disgust curling his lip.

"Since that night, I considered myself fatherless." The emphasis stings, each syllable landing like a punch. His father nods bitterly, the words cutting deep.

"I'm sorry—"

"Cut the crap," Atsumu sneers, gesturing toward the untouched food. "I can't stand that you're here. The only reason I put up with it is because of Samu and mom.”

The intensity of his stare is almost suffocating, his eyes burning with a coldness that mirrors the man in front of him. It's like looking into a twisted reflection of his father from years ago — ruthless, detached, and unrelenting.

"You had to drag Samu and mom into this. For what? To get to me?" Atsumu scoffs, the bitterness in his voice almost tangible. "Pathetic."

He grabs the car keys hanging by the door and storms out, not caring where he's going — anywhere but here.

His father doesn't follow. He watches the door close, the sound echoing through the empty house. The silence that follows is heavier than the confrontation. He knows chasing Atsumu now would only widen the chasm between them.

His father knows now isn't the time to reveal that he's already seeing someone new. The tension in the room is thick enough to cut, and adding that truth would only fuel Atsumu's rage.

It’s true that Atsumu's mom has already moved on. She knows about the new woman in his father's life and has made her peace with it. Their conversations are sincere now, almost friendly, but that doesn't matter to Atsumu.

The hurt sits heavy in his chest, but he swallows it down. This is his punishment. Every word, every glare — he deserves it. And if he wants to rebuild the bridge he burned, he has to give Atsumu the time he needs, no matter how much it hurts — no matter how long it takes.

Atsumu grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white as frustration simmers beneath the surface. The silence inside the car feels suffocating, broken only by the soft hum of the engine. He leans back against the headrest after parking just outside the building of the gym he goes to, letting out a heavy sigh before pulling his phone from his pocket. The screen lights up — still nothing from you.

"Tch." His irritation deepens, and he scrolls through the last messages he sent. His mind races, churning out possibilities that only frustrate him more.

His jaw tightens as he stares at the screen, the lack of response eating away at him. Minutes drag by, each second stretching painfully as his thoughts spiral out of control.

"Hah. Just like the first time," he mutters bitterly, memories of that night at Lee's party flooding back.

That one night stand — intense, unforgettable — and then you were gone. No reply, no call backs. You just stormed out the room and went on with your life as if nothing happened.

And now, here he is again. Same silence. Same damn feeling.

The anger he felt toward his father morphs into something else. He shakes his head, trying to clear his mind, but you linger.

'So, you're just ignoring me, huh?'

The bitter thought sinks in, twisting the knot of frustration in his chest. 'Why the hell am I even doing this?' It feels stupid, pathetic even, to care this much about a few unanswered messages.

He scoffs, running a hand through his hair, the silence in the car pressing down on him. 'You're not obligated to reply', he tries to reason with himself. It’s not like you owe him anything. But the words ring hollow.

'How can someone just leave you hanging like this?' Atsumu couldn't help but think if this is his karma for everything he said to his father, or back when he used to do the same thing to different girls he used to hook up with.

He hates how much this affects him, hates that you're occupying his mind when he should be focusing on anything else.

Atsumu skips his morning class without a second thought, the idea of returning home with his father there too unbearable to consider. Instead, he heads straight to the gym, hoping to sweat out the storm swirling inside his head.

In the locker room, he changes quickly, shoving his phone into his bag but keeping it within easy reach. Even as he starts his routine, each rep and set more intense than usual, his eyes flicker back to his phone every few minutes. Still nothing.

For nearly two hours, he pushes himself harder than he should, trying to drown out thoughts of his father and you. But no matter how much weight he lifts or how fast he runs, the frustration lingers.

By the end of his session, his muscles ache, but the real exhaustion is deeper — like he's been carrying a load no workout can lift.

Back home, relief washes over him when he sees the house is empty. No sign of his father. Good.

He heads straight to his room, collapsing onto the bed. Normally, the gym leaves him feeling charged, but today he feels drained. Heavy. Like all he wants is to sink into the mattress and disappear.

He stares at the ceiling, thoughts spiraling. After what feels like hours, he grabs his phone and sends you another message: Where are you?

Still nothing.

Minutes crawl by, still no reply.

Frustration bubbles up again, and he heads downstairs for something to eat. The untouched breakfast his father made still sits on the counter, but he doesn’t even look at it. He grabs a sandwich before heading back to his room.

With hours to kill before his next class, he scrolls mindlessly through his phone while laying on his bed. And before he even knows it, he's on your Instagram profile.

Private. Only a handful of posts. His thumb hovers over the 'follow' button, the urge to tap is almost overwhelming. But anger keeps his hand still. 'Why should I? You're the one ignoring me.'

He clicks on your profile picture — a faceless shot, but he knows it's you. Your posture, the way you carry yourself, it’s unmistakable. He scoffs, glaring at the screen as if you could somehow feel his frustration.

Impulsively, he sends another flurry of messages, trying to keep his tone casual, masking the frustration boiling beneath.

Then it happens.

"Oh shit." He bolts upright as the screen shows you've read his messages. His heart pounds, a rush of excitement surging through him like a kid waiting for a surprise.

He watches, waiting for the typing indicator to appear.

Seconds pass.

Minutes.

Nothing.

Still no reply.

Atsumu grips his phone tightly, resisting the urge to throw it across the room like a frustrated child. The silence from you stings more than he'd like to admit, each unanswered message a jab at his pride. He considers calling but quickly dismisses the thought — his ego is already bruised enough.

'What the fuck is her problem?' he fumes, glaring at the device lying beside him as if it holds the answers.

Exhausted by his own thoughts, he drops back onto the bed, throwing an arm over his eyes. Maybe sleep will offer some escape, a way to bypass the irritation gnawing at him.

He hopes that by waking up late, he'll have a valid excuse to skip his next class. Right now, the mere idea of leaving his room feels unbearable, and your silence only amplifies his frustration.

Eventually, he drifts off, but it's a restless sleep. When he wakes up, there are only 30 minutes left before his next class. He checks his phone, groaning when he sees the time — and the glaring lack of notifications from you.

"Tch," he scoffs, rubbing his temples as the tension builds again.

That's when he makes up his mind. Enough is enough. He needs to confront you in person.

Without wasting a second, he jumps into the shower, his thoughts laser-focused on seeing you. Minutes later, he's in the car, driving toward the university with one goal in mind —  talking to you.

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She assured you that her mom was asleep in their home and she was fine but couldn't hide her jealousy about missing out on the fun.

Everything felt so natural, like you'd known Semi and the others for years. Semi's constant attention didn't go unnoticed either. He made sure you were comfortable, checking in on you, making you feel like a VIP. Still, you tried not to read too much into his actions, brushing off Tiffany's teasing accusations about him liking you.

At a stoplight, Semi turns his head slightly, his voice muffled by his helmet. "Want anything to eat? We can hit a drive-thru."

You glance at the time — only 10 minutes left before your next class.

"I'm good, thanks!" you call out from behind, your voice carrying over the hum of the engine.

"Are you sure?" he presses, remembering how you only nibbled on a couple of pizza slices earlier. "You didn't eat much."

"Yeah, really! I'm fine," you insist, smiling under your helmet.

"How long until your next class?" Semi asks, his voice carrying easily over the sound of the traffic.

You check your wristwatch. "Hmm, about 10 minutes."

"Perfect. That's enough time to grab you a quick snack from that place around the corner," he insists, a playful determination in his tone.

You can't help but laugh at his persistence, and the sound makes Semi smile, his eyes crinkling under his helmet.

"What? It'll only take five minutes, tops," he grins.

You sigh, giving in. "Alright, fine. Just hurry."

He flashes a triumphant smile, sneaking a glance over his shoulder at you. When your eyes meet, you catch a flicker of something in his gaze — warmth, maybe even a spark of excitement.

"My treat," he adds.

"What?" You frown playfully. "I have my own money, Eita. You don't need to—"

A loud honk from the car behind cuts you off, jolting you both back to the moment.

Semi's eyes dart to the stoplight that's now glaring green. "Oops." He waves an apologetic hand to the driver behind before accelerating smoothly toward the drive-thru.

You laugh, shaking your head. "See? That's what you get for not paying attention to the road,"

He chuckles, shoulders shaking with laughter. "My bad. I didn't even notice the light had changed."

Semi quickly heads to the drive-thru and buys you a snack, barely giving you a chance to reach for your wallet. He hands you the paper bag with a satisfied grin, his usual laid-back demeanor barely concealing the fact that he enjoys taking care of you.

When he parks in the familiar spot on campus, you hop off the bike, adjusting the paper bag in your arms. "You could've just dropped me off at the entrance, you know,"  you tease, offering a half-smile.

While on the other side of the motorcycle, he leans closer to unbuckle his helmet from under your chin. Your hands are too occupied with the paper bag, so he takes his time, brushing his fingers lightly against your skin as he lifts the helmet off. You thank him, and he simply returns a soft smile.

"I need to put this back in my locker," he explains, holding up the helmet. "I always keep it there in case someone needs a ride."

"Oh, okay," you chuckle, tugging off the jacket he lent you.

Semi watches you, captivated. Seeing you in his jacket does something to him — makes his heart race and his thoughts wander. He can't help but imagine you wearing it again, and the thought brings a shy smile to his lips.

He feels a sudden, almost irresistible urge to take a picture of you, just so he can keep the memory of you looking this good, wearing something of his.

"Here, thanks," you say, handing the jacket back to him.

He blinks, jolted out of his thoughts, and takes it from you, clearing his throat. "Uh, yeah. No problem," His cheeks flush, and he quickly looks away, trying to hide the heat rising to his face.

"Thanks for today. I really had a great time," you say, your voice soft but sincere.

Semi's heart stumbles. The way you're looking at him, with that radiant smile, makes everything else fade away. He swallows hard, trying to steady his voice. "It was nothing. I'm just glad I could keep you company."

Your chuckle fills the air, light and musical. "You were amazing earlier. Seriously, you were like a completely different person when you were playing."

His face turns an even deeper shade of pink. He looks down, rubbing the back of his neck with a shy grin. "You were the real star," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "When you played 'My Immortal'... even if it was just the chorus, it was incredible. Even better than the original."

You raise an eyebrow, a playful smirk on your lips. "Yeah, right."

"It's true!" he insists, eyes wide with genuine admiration.

You roll your eyes, though the smile on your face betrays you. "Well, just delete the video, and we'll call it even."

He smirks, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "No way. That's staying." His grin widens as he remembers the flush on your face when you realized you'd been recorded. "Besides, even if I deleted it, Liv has a copy on her phone. You're not getting off that easily."

You groan, but the laughter in your voice gives you away. The air between you feels electric, filled with unspoken words and lingering glances, and Semi doesn't want the moment to end.

Your groan of protest only makes him grin wider, a little proud of himself for getting under your skin. His heart still flutters, the moment being too intense yet gentle on him.

You and Semi walk side by side toward his locker, your laughter echoing through the quiet hallway. The memory of the fun you had earlier lingers between you, a warm bubble that neither of you wants to burst. You remember how the others are waiting back at his place, eager to hang out until nightfall, and they even invited you to join after your class.

As he tucks his helmet into the locker, a peaceful silence settles over you both.

"So, um... I'll get going," you murmur, pressing your lips together into a soft smile as he closes the locker door.

Semi slips his hands into his pockets, his gaze lingering on you, eyes filled with something deeper than words. He doesn't want this moment to end, and if he only could, he'd gladly sit in your class just to be with you longer.

"Your class starts in two minutes," he says, glancing at his watch.

"Yeah." You nod. "Tell them thanks again—and seriously, thank you too. I had a wonderful time."

He grins, the warmth in his eyes softening. "Will do. Just... make sure you eat, alright?" He nods toward the paper bag in your hands. "You barely touched those pizzas earlier."

Your heart flutters at the simple concern in his voice. "I will. Promise. Thanks again."

Semi's heartbeat quickens, each moment spent with you carving deeper into his chest. The way you smile, the way you laugh — everything about today only amplifies the feelings he's been carrying. He liked you since he saw you, but now? He can no longer deny how deeply he's falling for you.

"I'll text you when I get home," he says, his voice quiet.

"Be careful on your way hom—"

"Y/n."

The sound of your name cuts through the air like a blade. Your heart stumbles, the familiar voice sending a chill down your spine.

You freeze, your eyes lifting over Semi's shoulder to meet Atsumu's dark, piercing gaze.

His expression is calm, too calm, but his eyes are sharp, stormy with something unspoken and heavy. They flick between you and Semi, assessing. The oppressive silence stretches, wrapping around your chest like a vice that your hands start to grow cold.

Semi glances between you and the figure standing behind him, his eyes narrowing slightly as they land on Atsumu's nonchalant yet piercing gaze.

"Hey, man," Semi greets, his tone is casual but cautious.

Atsumu doesn't acknowledge him. His eyes are locked onto you, sharp and unyielding, his frustration barely concealed beneath the calm exterior.

Just moments ago, he hadn't realized it was you and Semi on that motorcycle at the stoplight. If he had known, he would've honked louder and longer, made sure you both noticed. The thought gnaws at him now, fueling the simmering resentment in his chest.

He arrived at the parking lot earlier but didn't get out of his car immediately. Osamu  called, checking in after the tense argument from the night before.

Atsumu stayed there, phone in hand, trying to keep his mind steady. But the moment Semi parked beside him, exactly right beside him as if the universe is playing with him, he cut the call short, his attention drawn to the two of you.

He hadn't meant to eavesdrop. Part of him hates that he did. But the frustration of being ignored, left in the dark while you were laughing with Semi, had chipped away at his better judgment. The words you exchanged with him played in his ears, each one adding fuel to the fire already burning inside him.

He can't explain the twisted betrayal he feels. You left him hanging, ignoring his messages while spending time with Semi, and it stings more than it should. It's as if every unanswered text was a slap to his face, each one a reminder of how easily you brushed him off despite the amazing night you shared together — at least for him that is.

Atsumu's eyes don't waver from you, "You weren't answering any of my texts." The words came out as a statement rather than a question.

Your throat tightens, words caught in the tension that fills the air. Semi glances at you, sensing the heavy exchange between you and Atsumu. His curiosity is evident, but he knows better than to pry. This isn't the time to meddle.

"Are you alright—"

"Can I have a word with her alone?" Atsumu cuts Semi off, his voice calm, but the edge of irritation is unmistakable. Semi's brows raises slightly, caught off guard. "If you don't mind," Atsumu adds, his gaze finally meeting his.

You look down, your mind scrambling for an excuse to escape, but nothing comes. The tension is suffocating, and you feel pinned in place.

Semi presses his lips together, his smile forced but polite. "Of course." He turns to you, his expression softening.

Atsumu's patience is fraying, every second that Semi stands there feeling like a deliberate act of defiance. He's ready to snap, the barely concealed anger coiling tighter as Semi positions himself like a protective barrier between you two.

"Hey," Semi says gently, drawing your attention. You meet his eyes, grateful for the distraction but aware of the weight of Atsumu's gaze on you. "Text me if you're free later. We can hang out again at my place."

Your heart skips a beat, the words ringing louder than they should. You know Atsumu heard every syllable. You don't dare glance at him, but you feel the shift in the air.

Semi knew what he was doing. He knew Atsumu wasn't just some random guy. But he wasn't about to let his own chance slip away without a fight.

"You were amazing earlier," Semi adds, a playful grin lighting up his face. "You should definitely become my vocalist."

Your breath hitches. "U-Uh…" You clear your throat, struggling to steady your voice. "I'll think about it… hehe…"

Semi's smile lingers, but there's a weight behind it. He takes a deep breath, his eyes lingering on you. "I should get going, then."

You nod, unable to find the right words. Semi turns, facing Atsumu head-on. Their eyes meet, a silent exchange of implicit challenges. As Semi walks past, their shoulders almost brush, but Atsumu's gaze never leaves you.

The sound of Semi's footsteps fades, leaving you alone with Atsumu. The silence is heavy, every second stretching into an eternity. His eyes burn into you, the quiet anger more intense than any words he could say.

Atsumu stands there, jaw clenched. He only had one question, but the sight of you with Semi twisted his thoughts, tangling his mind with a dozen more.

You keep your gaze fixed on the floor, your knuckles whitening as you grip the paper bag, fingers digging in so tightly it might tear.

Without saying a word, you turn, ready to walk away, when his voice cuts through the air, freezing you in place.

"Why weren't you answering my texts?"

You swallow hard, but you barely manage to do it.

"You've definitely seen them," he continues, his tone icy and biting. "Was it really that hard for you to type a reply?"

You close your eyes, trying to steel yourself against the weight of his stare. His voice echoes in your head, but it's the memory of last night — the sound of that woman when you decided to call him — that fills you with a simmering anger you can barely contain.

"I was busy." you manage to say, your voice flat, distant. You refuse to let him see how much he's affecting you.

Atsumu's lips curl into a bitter, sarcastic smile. "Yeah, I could see that."

The jab cuts deeper than you expected. You know he's drawing his own conclusions about Semi, and for a moment, you consider explaining. But if you really want to cut him off, this might be your chance.

Atsumu's chest tightens. Everything is spiraling — last night with you, the fight with his father, and now this. He should walk away, let you go. But he can't. He hates that he can't.

"Last night…" His voice softens, a hint of vulnerability slipping through. "We were okay."

Your heart lurches at the words, a mix of pain and frustration tightening in your chest. "Class is about to start," you cut him off, your voice brittle.

You refuse to let him drag you into the mess of having to explain your feelings and decisions. One of many things you hate is having to spill yourself to someone, it makes you feel pathetic — reasoning your actions.

He watches you walk away, his eyes burning into your retreating figure. The distance between you feels insurmountable, yet he can't tear his gaze away.

He doesn't understand what's happening — why you're shutting him out, why everything feels like it's slipping through his fingers.

Atsumu's fists clench inside his pockets. He wants to chase after you, demand answers, fix whatever this is. But you're already gone, disappearing into the crowd.

He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to stay composed. He has no choice but to follow you to your next class, so he did, managing to quiet down his thoughts as he hurries to the room.

You sink into your seat, your hands trembling as you clutch the paper bag Semi gave you. Without Tiffany beside you, the room feels colder, the silence heavier. And then Atsumu walks in, and everything seems to slow down.

You can feel his eyes on you, sharp and piercing, even though you refuse to look up. He takes his seat, just in front of Tiffany's, and the air between you tightens.

When the lecturer finally begins, the words blur into a meaningless drone. Each second drags on like an hour. You stare at your desk, heart pounding, every nerve on edge. The only relief is that she doesn't call on anyone to recite. You wouldn't have been able to string together a coherent sentence if she had.

As soon as class ends, you don't waste a second. You bolt out the door, weaving through the crowd, clutching the paper bag like a lifeline. Your only thought is escape — reaching your car, getting away. You don't dare look back. You know he's there, trailing you, his presence like a shadow you can't shake.

The parking lot feels miles away, but you finally reach your car, your hands shaking as you fumble with your keys. Your heart is pounding so loudly it drowns out everything else. Just as you unlock the door, you hear him.

"Y/n!"

The sound of his voice freezes you in place. Your breath catches, eyes squeezing shut as if you can block him out by sheer will.

He stops behind you, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "Can we just talk?" His words hang heavy in the air. "What's with all this? Did I do something wrong? Why are you avoiding me?"

You drop your hand to your side, your shoulders slumping. The demand in his voice cuts deep, a mirror to the turmoil inside you. You can't face him — not when every memory of last night floods back. Not when the hope you dared to feel was thrown like a garbage.

You didn't want to think about it. You tried to push it down, bury it beneath a wall of indifference, but the thought of him being with another girl after spending the night with you gnawed at your senses, swirling in your mind like poison.

"Just tell me," Atsumu steps closer, his voice low but strained, irritation crackling at the edges. "Stop leaving me hanging. I feel fucking stupid chasing you around like this."

Your brows knit together, the tension in your chest making it hard to breathe. "Did I ask you to chase?" you snap.

Atsumu's mouth opens, then closes, disbelief flickering across his face. He doesn't understand. And that makes it worse. His confusion only fans the flames of his frustration.

"Okay," he laughs bitterly, the sound laced with sarcasm. "What exactly is your fucking problem?"

Your eyes narrow, and you scoff, the sound hollow. You glance away, watching a group of students stroll by in the distance, their carefree laughter feeling like it's coming from another world.

"I don't have a problem," you insist, the words coming out clipped, controlled. You meet his eyes, forcing yourself to stay steady. "I told you I was busy, but you just kept texting me."

"Busy with who? With Semi?" His voice drips with contempt, eyes flashing with jealousy.

"So what!?" Your voice rises, cutting through the air before you catch yourself, chest heaving as you try to reign it back in.

Atsumu's eyes are filled with pure, unfiltered annoyance now. His frustration is a mirror of your own, but you can't tell if it's his anger or your own that's suffocating you more.

"Everything that happened last night… was it nothing to you?" His voice is low, but the bitterness is unmistakable, his eyes searching yours for answers you refuse to give.

You look away, your throat tightening painfully. "I told you," you whisper, each word slicing through you. "It was a one-time thing."

The words hit him like a physical blow. His eyes widen for a fraction of a second before something hardens behind them. 'Just like the first time all over again,' he thinks bitterly, struggling to understand the sudden shift in you.

He takes a deep, controlled breath. "Look," he starts, his voice quieter, more measured. "Something happened last night—"

"Yeah," you cut him off, your voice trembling with barely contained fury. "Something definitely did."

Confusion flashes across his face, the anger momentarily giving way to concern as he studies you, trying to piece it together. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

You can't speak. The only thing you hear is that woman's voice from the night before, her laughter, the way she said, moaned, his name.

Atsumu steps back, slowly shaking his head bitterly, the confusion turning into frustration again. "I don't get you."

"I didn't ask you to."

His jaw tightens, the muscle ticking as he fights to keep his composure. The sudden distance, the walls you've thrown up — it's driving him insane.

"Wow," he mutters, laughing bitterly. The sound is hollow, a thin mask for the sting you've left on his pride.

You grit your teeth, the effort to hold back the torrent of emotions threatening to break you. "Can you just leave me alone?" you finally say, your voice barely a whisper.

Atsumu's brows draw together, your words hitting him like a punch to the gut. They echo back at him, like the ones he'd thrown at his father not long ago.

"And quit following me," you add, your voice sharper now, "You're not my boyfriend."

The words hang between you, cutting deeper than any shout could. Atsumu's eyes widen, stunned into silence. He opens his mouth, but no words come out. Even you can't believe you said it, but it’s too late now.

He swallows hard, his own anger momentarily forgotten in the face of your words. He wants to fight back, to say something, anything — but all he can do is stand there, watching you, feeling the ground shift beneath his feet.

You didn't give Atsumu a chance to retort as you slipped into your car, slamming the door shut. The loud thud echoed in the tight space, but it didn't drown out the pounding in your chest.

Through the windshield, you saw him still standing there, his figure almost frozen, eyes locked on you as if trying to comprehend what had just happened.

The paper bag from Semi landed roughly on the passenger seat as you reversed, your hands shaking on the wheel. Atsumu didn't move. He just stood there, mindlessly watching as you pulled away, his expression unreadable.

In your peripherals, you could see him growing smaller in the side mirror, a lingering silhouette that seemed etched into your mind. But you didn't dare look back at him directly.

You like Atsumu — God, you like him more than you want to admit. However, you knew it was all over even before it began.

And the voice you heard last night, that woman's laughter drifting through the phone, had triggered something deep inside you.

Memories you buried for years clawed their way back, reminding you of the arguments, the slammed doors, the silence that stretched between your parents when you were a child.

You promised yourself you'd never be part of something like that. Never.

And if you wanted to keep that promise, you had to act now. Push him away before it became something you couldn't control. Before you just became like them.

Your breath shuddered as you tried to calm down, your hands trembling against the leather steering wheel. The road stretched out in front of you, empty and endless, as you left the university behind. The open highway should have felt like freedom, but it felt like you were being chased by a shadow you couldn't outrun.

You didn't want to go home. The thought of sitting in that empty space, surrounded by silence, only meant that the memories of last night would come rushing back.

The way Atsumu's touch felt. The way his voice sounded when he whispered your name. It would all replay, over and over, until you're broken.

You pulled over to the side of the road, hands still trembling as you reached for your phone. The screen lit up with a new message from Semi.

Your eyes skimmed over the words, about him asking if you were okay and if you're free after class, but the weight of the day had already smothered any trace of warmth left in you. Even Semi's concern felt distant.

Instead, your thumb hovered over another contact. Tiffany. Without thinking, you pressed call. She picked up on the second ring.

"HEY WAZZUP, BITCH—!"

"Can we meet?" The words tumble out, having Tiffany shut her mouth. You need someone to ground you, to pull you back from the edge. "I... I need to talk."

"U-Uh," Tiffany already feels guilty by how she answered your call, completely confused and intrigued by your tone of voice. "Of course, where are you?" she asks, all concerned now.

You glanced at the road ahead, already feeling a knot of tension begin to loosen. "I'll come to you," you say, already planning to tell her everything — the confrontation, the anger, the fear that history was repeating itself, and how Atsumu's gaze still lingered, no matter how far you tried to drive away.

Chapter Text

TIFFANY'S ROOM FEELS heavier than usual, the low hum of the air conditioner filling the space between you.

You lie on her bed, eyes scanning the ceiling as if it holds answers. Your fingers twist together, restless, trying to distract from the mess of thoughts flooding your head.

Tiffany sits at the edge of the bed, legs crossed, one hand propping up her chin. Her brow is furrowed, lips pressed tightly together. You expected her to go off, to start ranting the second you finished your story, but the silence lingers.

"So... what are you gonna do now?" she asks.

You don't shift your gaze. "I don't know." Your voice is flat, drained.

The silence stretches between you again. The tension feels almost solid. You side-eye her, the quiet starting to wear on you.

"Wow…" you mutter, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

Tiffany's eyes snap to yours. "What?"

You let out a small scoff, turning your attention back to the ceiling. "I'm just surprised you're this quiet."

She narrows her eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"I thought you couldn't stand him?" you say, a skeptical brow raised.

Tiffany shifts, looking away briefly before meeting your gaze again. "Yeah. And?"

"So why aren't you talking shit about him right now?" You tilt your head, searching her face. "You usually have a lot more to say."

She blinks, confusion flickering across her face. "What?"

You shake your head with a humorless laugh. "Never mind."

The quiet returns, but it's different now. Tiffany's eyes drift, deep in thought. You're right — she's never held back her opinion about Atsumu, even with any shitty guys who used to hit on you. She's always been the first to point out his flaws, to say you deserve better. So why isn't she saying it now?

It's not hesitation. It's a feeling she can't quite place.

She thinks back to last night. She saw how Atsumu acted around you, how hard he tried. It was awkward, kinda desperate, but it meant something. He certainly wasn't the type to put in that kind of effort, especially not for just anyone — at least from what she thinks. And now, listening to your story, something about it just feels… off.

Tiffany lets out a long sigh, her eyes fixed on you. "So, what the hell are you gonna do now?"

You roll your eyes. "What do you mean, 'what am I gonna do'?"

She raises a brow. "Uh, I mean, duh? You're classmates."

"So?"

"So, like what? You're just gonna ignore each other? Act like you didn't just fuck on your bed?"

You sit up, staring at her like she's lost her mind. "Well, what the fuck do you expect us to do? High-five in front of you?"

She rolls her eyes. "God, you're impossible."

You squint at her, suspicious. "Hold on," you point a finger at her, "What exactly are you thinking? 'Cause I know something's in your head right now."

Tiffany snorts, trying to play it off. "What? Chill out, you're overthinking."

"If you've got something to say, spill it," you push, brows furrowing.

She holds your gaze, clearly weighing her words. As much as she prefers Semi for you, something about the whole situation feels strange.

Atsumu looked like a dumb kid last night — dumb, but genuinely excited. That memory doesn't match up with your story about another girl. She's stuck in between, unable to shake the feeling that something's missing.

"I don't know," she mutters, lying back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "Something just doesn't sit right with me."

You frown. "What doesn't feel right?"

She shrugs, still staring upwards. "I mean, Atsumu looked so freaking excited when I saw him with that rose and that stupid Oyakodon. He looked ridiculous."

You furrow your brows, but stay silent.

"But hey," she continues, "I'm not saying what you heard was nothing, alright? Who knows? Maybe that asshole really is screwing some random girl right now." She laughs, but it's half-hearted, but quickly sobers. "Still… something doesn't add up."

You shift, uncomfortable. "What do you mean?"

She groans dramatically, throwing her hands over her face. "Ugh! This shit is stressing me out, girl!" she complains, making you look away. She suddenly sits up upon realizing something. "Wait—did you even ask him about the girl?"

You frown. "What for?"

Her eyes widen. "What-Wa-Wha!! Watchumean!?! You didn't even bring it up?"

You grimace at Tiffany's over-the-top reaction.

"Why would I, Tiff? I'm not his girlfriend. I have no right to question what he does," you reply flatly, earning a scrunched-up expression from her.

"I get where you're coming from, but you could've at least explained what actually fucked you up!"

"I'm not fucked up," you snap, narrowing your eyes at her.

She raises a brow, clearly unimpressed. "Oh, really? Then why are you here right now?" Her voice drips with sarcasm as she mimics your words earlier, "'I need to talk... I'll come to you blabla...'"

You roll your eyes. "Shut up."

"Come on," she presses, "You're seriously telling me you're not affected in any way?"

"You know me, Tiff. I hate explaining myself to anyone—"

"Yeah, but you like him, right?" she gestures emphatically, hands spread wide. "Isn't there an exception?"

You look away, sighing. Atsumu's face flashes through your mind again. You try not to dwell on it, but the look in his eyes earlier… anyone else would've seen the hurt there.

The memory squeezes your chest. You think back to last night — the rose, the food, the way he stayed with you. Guilt gnaws at you, creeping in despite your attempts to shove it down.

Lost in thought, you don't notice Tiffany watching you. She studies your face, torn between amusement and frustration. She knows you too well. You always retreat at the first sign of trouble, convinced it's better to pull away early than get hurt later.

And communication? That's a foreign concept to you. It drives her crazy sometimes, how you refuse to explain yourself even when you have every right to — whether it's with Atsumu or anyone else.

The time slipped by at Tiffany's place, and you didn't head home until almost midnight. You had planned it that way, hoping to crash the moment you hit your bed, avoiding the painful replay of every moment you shared with Atsumu. But it didn't work.

Now, well past midnight, you're still lying there, wide awake, mind drifting too far into memories you'd rather forget.

In a desperate attempt to distract yourself, you had even video-called Mama Rosie earlier, filling her in on everything — everything except Atsumu.

You told her about Semi and the others, how you hung out with them, and how Semi's trying to convince you to be his band's frontwoman. You mentioned Tiffany's mom too, and your plan to audition for the dance troupe on Saturday.

The dance troupe… Atsumu said he'd watch you. The thought hits like a weight, making you rub your temples in frustration.

Minutes drag by, sleep still refuses to come. Finally, you decide to light a cigarette. You step out of your room, open the front door, and lean against the frame, seeking solace in the quiet night air.

Each puff is sharper than usual, the smoke doing little to calm the whirlwind in your mind. One cigarette down, you light another, eyes fixed on the stars scattered across the sky.

"Meow…"

You blink, startled by a stray cat perched on your gate, its eyes glowing under the moonlight as it stares at you.

"Hi," you greet it flatly.

The cat meows back.

You finish your cigarette and toss it aside, exhaling the last puff. "You hungry?" you ask.

Another meow is your answer.

"Alright, wait here." You head to the kitchen, grabbing the leftover Oyakodon from the fridge. You scoop some into a container and fill a small cup with water.

When you return, you half-expect the cat to be gone, but it's still there, waiting patiently.

"Meooww!" it cries loudly as you set the food and water on the doorstep.

"You'll have to come down if you want this." To your surprise, the cat hops down immediately, sniffing the food cautiously before digging in.

A small smile tugs at your lips. You sit down on the doorstep, watching the cat eat, feeling a rare moment of calm. It doesn't seem too old — maybe a year or two, tops.

Amused, you pull out your phone and snap a quick photo, sending it to Tiffany.

The night went smoother than you'd expected. That random encounter with the cat did the trick — you crashed the moment you got back to your room.

No overthinking, no replaying scenes with Atsumu. Just sleep.

The next day feels normal. You check your phone. No notifications.

Atsumu briefly crosses your mind, but you push the thought aside. You pick Tiffany up from her place, and the two of you head to school.

In class, you're both waiting for the next lecturer. Tiffany's talking nonstop with some other seatmate while you sit there, blankly staring ahead, counting down the minutes.

Not long after, the professor arrives and the class starts. Everything's routine, except you can't help but notice Atsumu's empty chair. You try to shrug it off, refusing to let it bother you.

"Yo," Tiffany nudges your arm, whispering.

"Hmm?"

"Was gonna ask where Benson is, but then I remembered you two broke up," she giggles, eyes twinkling with mischief.

You furrow your brow. "The fuck do you mean 'broke up'?"

"Nothing, nothing," she teases, leaning back in her chair. "You just look so damn problematic. Had me worried for a second."

"I'm not," you mutter, looking away.

"Sure, sure. Whatever—"

"Mind sharing your conversation with the whole class?"

Both of you freeze. The lecturer's eyes are on you, everyone in the room, her voice cutting through the abruptly silent atmosphere.

"Uh..." Tiffany mumbles, "Sorry, Ma'am."

Luckily, this lecturer isn't like yesterday's. She looks young, sweet. No hint of terror. You're not worried she'll humiliate you in front of everyone, but you still shoot daggers at Tiffany in your head. Her big mouth got you into this.

"It's alright. Just pay attention now, okay?"

"Yes, Ma'am," you both mutter, voices low. The room settles again, and the lecturer turns back to her notes.

Then, there's a knock on the door.

"Good morning. Sorry I'm late..." Atsumu's voice fills the room.

Your heart skips a beat. Just the sound of his voice brings yesterday flooding back. You stare straight ahead, pretending to be unaffected, trying to steady your breathing.

The lecturer glances at her watch. "You're 10 minutes late, Mr...?"

"Miya Atsumu," he answers casually.

"Why are you late, Mr. Miya?" she asks, flipping through her attendance sheet.

He scratches the back of his head, a sheepish smile on his face. "Alarm didn't go off, Ma'am." His voice has that playful edge, like he's trying to charm his way out of trouble.

The simple smile is enough to send a ripple through the room. A few girls giggle, whispering, completely hooked by his presence.

You try to ignore it, but it's impossible. He looks... fine. Like nothing happened yesterday. Not that you expected him to show up looking wrecked or anything, but still. His face is the same mask of careless charm, that easy confidence that draws people in.

He seems exactly like the Atsumu from three months ago, the guy who would hook up with any girl he'd like at a party — confident, effortlessly charming... the kind of guy who could make a whole room tilt in his direction with just a grin.

Tiffany sneaks a glance at you, quietly observing your reaction as Atsumu stands at the front of the class. You keep your head down, lazily scribbling in your notebook, pretending to be busy.

'This is easy', you tell yourself. Just act like nothing happened between you two, and it'll pass. It was just a one-time thing just like you said — no big deal.

"Alright, just be on time next time. I'll let it slide today, but don't let it happen again," the teacher says, drawing your attention.

Atsumu flashes his signature cheeky grin. "Will do, Ma'am. Sorry again."

"But before you take your seat, since our subject is Understanding the Self, could you introduce yourself to the class? Share your hobbies and how you perceive yourself as a person," she adds, her tone sweet but firm.

Atsumu stares at her, clearly caught off guard. "Wow," he mutters under his breath.

A few girls giggle, and it grates on your nerves. 'Tch, what's so funny?' you think, bitterness creeping in. You tell yourself it's nothing, but the irritation lingers.

The teacher crosses her arms, her demeanor shifting from sweet to strict. "So?" she prompts.

Atsumu clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck before facing the class. For a moment, your heart races, thinking his eyes might land on you — but they don't.

"Uhm," he begins, hands stuffed in his pockets, bag hanging off one shoulder.

You glance around. Several girls in the front row are blushing, giggling like he's a celebrity. Your neck heats up, and the annoyance bubbles inside you.

"I'm Miya Atsumu, and I went to Inarizaki High—"

A loud squeal from the other side of the room cuts him off. The entire class bursts out laughing, even the teacher. The girl's face then turns bright red.

Everyone laughs, Atsumu, Tiffany, the teacher... everyone but you.

"Girl, calm the freak down," the girl's friend scolds her, drawing more chuckles, even from the teacher.

"Sorry, Ma'am!" the girl squeaks, hiding behind her notebook.

You almost roll your eyes, irritation spiking when you see Atsumu smirking, clearly soaking up the attention. It infuriates you even more.

"Quiet," the teacher says, her tone firm as she turns back to Atsumu. "Continue."

He clears his throat again. "Yeah. So, I went to Inarizaki High and played volleyball. I was the captain in my third year, and I'm actually planning to try out for the team here on Saturday, so... if any of you have time, feel free to come watch." His voice drips with charm, and it works like a spell. The girls squeal and giggle in their seats.

Atsumu chuckles to himself, clearly enjoying the attention.

Even Tiffany laughs, amused by how he handles the situation — and by how obviously frustrated you are. She stays quiet, though, watching you suffer from your own decisions.

"And uh, how do I perceive myself as a person..." Atsumu looks up, searching for the right words. He sighs and scans the room. "I guess I'm a pretty outgoing person. You know, happy-go-lucky."

The teacher nods, then grins as she glances at the girls who had been blushing earlier. "Any more questions?" she asks, clearly setting them up for something.

The girls whisper and giggle, one of them leaning in to say something to the teacher. You side-eye the whole scene, forced to listen to every word. Finally, the teacher turns back to Atsumu, eyes twinkling from the question the student told her.

"They want to know if you're single," she announces, sending a wave of squeals through the room.

You frown, unimpressed. 'How is this even relevant to the lesson?'

Tiffany snickers beside you, clearly entertained by the ridiculousness of it all. Then she turns to you, laughter bubbling up even more.

"What?" you snap, your annoyance slipping through.

"Hehehe... nothing." She crosses her arms, smirking, eyes fixed on Atsumu, waiting for his answer.

Atsumu chuckles, looking down with a casual smile.

"Yeah, no girlfriend."

His reply triggers another round of giggles from the girls. The teacher laughs along with them, seemingly amused by the chaos she's unleashed.

You look away, refusing to watch any more of the scene. There's nothing wrong with his answer, but each word feels like a slap in the face — a painful reminder of what you told him yesterday.

'What the fuck is wrong with me?' you think bitterly. 'I wanted this.'

"Did that answer your question?" the teacher asks, smiling at the girl who posed it.

"Yes, thank you, Ma'am!" she squeals, barely able to contain her excitement.

Tiffany glances at you again, eyebrow raised, smirking like she knows exactly what's going on in your head. You stare out the window, silently begging the day to speed up so you can escape.

The commotion dies down, and the teacher tells Atsumu to take his seat. You keep your eyes glued to the window, refusing to look his way. He walks past, heading to his seat just in front of Tiffany, without sparing you a glance.

It's as if you're invisible. No hint of bitterness or anger in his expression — just the same carefree Atsumu. Yet, it squeezes your chest in a way you can't explain, a tight knot of something you don't want to name.

The class went worse than you'd anticipated. The moment the professor dismissed everyone, Atsumu walked straight out — no words, no glances — just gone.

Tiffany, of course, didn't let it slide. She teased you relentlessly, pressing you to open up, to admit how much it all affected you.

But that's just not your style. You keep things to yourself, locking your emotions away like they need saving, even if they don't.

After class, you and Tiffany meet up with Semi, Liv, and Hiro at the cafeteria. With an hour to kill before your next class, you all decide to eat together. Semi, Liv, and Hiro only have thirty minutes, so the atmosphere is rushed but lively.

"Ugh, I'm fucking stressed!" Liv groans, slumping over the table as you and Tiffany settle into your seats.

The round table feels a little too close today. You're sitting between Tiffany and Semi, his quiet concern practically radiating off him. He knows something's up but hasn't asked. The awkward silence between you both hangs heavy, but you do your best to keep everything light.

"Why, what's wrong, beb?" Tiffany leans in toward Liv.

Hiro, sitting between Liv and Semi, snorts. "She's got a presentation next week."

"What? Already? It's only the first week!" Tiffany exclaims.

They keep talking, laughter bubbling between them. You try to stay present, forcing a smile, nodding along, but your mind drifts.

Semi's eyes flick to you every now and then, like he wants to say something. But that wall of unspoken tension keeps him quiet.

"Have you guys ordered yet?" Tiffany cuts in, pulling you back to reality.

"Yeah, we ordered for everyone," Hiro says.

"Aw, really?" Tiffany feigns surprise. "They ordered for us, Y/n!" she grins at you, nudging your arm.

You grimace, managing a small smile. "You didn't have to..."

"Girl, you're one of us now. Better get used to it," Liv smirks.

"Or do you want something else?" Semi's voice cuts through, gentle but unexpected.

You turn to him, heart racing at the sudden eye contact. You look away quickly, uneasy.

'Is it because of yesterday?' you wonder. He had been so kind after everything with Atsumu. Now, there's this strange tension, like you owe him something — an explanation, maybe? But you hate explaining, so you don't know how to make up for it.

"Yeah, Y/n, do you want anything else?" Tiffany echoes, exaggerating the last word. You glare at her, but she just raises an eyebrow, amused.

You sigh. "I'll get an iced latte."

"Oh, I want one too!" Liv chimes in.

"I'll grab it for you."

"Thank you! I'll pay you back—"

"No need," you smile, and she blushes.

"Aw, thank you, Y/n!"

You chuckle. "How about you guys?" you ask Hiro and Semi.

"Nah, I don't drink coffee. Thanks, though!" Hiro declines.

Semi just blinks, and you wait. "Come on," you tease, trying to lighten the mood. "You bought me a snack yesterday. Let me make it up to you."

You flash a smile, hoping to bridge the awkwardness. His lips twitch into a soft smile, and the tension eases. "Alright. I'll come with you."

Before you can respond, he stands. Liv and Hiro exchange teasing glances. Tiffany side-eyes you, barely hiding her smirk.

"Okay," you say, playing it cool. Semi follows as you head to the counter.

"Yo! How about me?" Tiffany calls after you.

You stop, turning back. "What about you?" you ask, deadpan.

She raises an eyebrow. "Aren't you gonna ask if I want one too?"

"No?" You blink, then head for the counter again.

The table erupts in laughter. You don't look back, focused on the mission: getting that iced coffee. Semi trails behind, quiet, steady.

You place your order and quietly stands aside to wait. Semi stands beside you. Both of you not saying anything.

Semi fidgets, a storm of concern brewing beneath his calm exterior. He doesn't care about Atsumu or whatever past you share. His only focus is you. He wants to ask if you're okay, but hesitation lingers, afraid that prying might make you pull further away.

You, lost in thought, replay yesterday's events over and over. Tiffany's words echo, sharp and out of control.

Maybe she's right. Maybe if you let Atsumu see what was really bothering you, you wouldn't feel this hollow now.

But it's too late. The damage is already done, and you'd rather let the ache settle than try to fix what feels beyond repair.

"Hey," Semi’s voice gently cuts through your spiraling thoughts.

You blink, forcing a small smile. "Hmm?"

He studies you, eyes soft but searching, as if weighing every word before speaking. "Uh," he clears his throat, hesitant. "About yesterday…" His voice trails off, waiting for the right words. "I'm not gonna ask about him. I just… want to know if you're okay."

You exhale slowly, glancing away. "That…" A quiet chuckle escapes, strained.

You think for a second whether you'd tell Semi what really happened or not, but his gentle eyes and comforting smile convinces to do so — besides, he was there yesterday, and he's a friend. You don't want to leave him hanging, clueless, when he's been dragged into it yesterday.

You inhale deeply, "Well... we had a thing. It didn't work out. Now, we're just… not on the same page." you force another smile.

Semi's eyes flicker with understanding. He'd suspected something, but hearing you admit it hits different. There's a rawness in your voice you're trying to mask, but it slips through the cracks.

"I'm sorry you got dragged into it," you murmur, almost apologetic.

He shakes his head quickly, sincerity in his voice. "Don't worry about it. Really, it's nothing."

A heavy silence falls between you, not uncomfortable but weighted. The cafeteria buzzes around you — laughter, conversations, the clatter of trays — but it feels distant, like white noise.

The air is thick, pressing in, and even the fresh breeze feels stifling. You're only explaining this to Semi because he was there, and he's been kind. It feels like you owe him that much, even if it doesn't ease the hollow ache in your chest.

The 30 minutes fly by in a whirlwind of laughter and teasing. Sitting with the group, the weight of your thoughts eases, replaced by the warmth of their energy. Liv, Tiffany, and Hiro lead the conversation like the unofficial emcees, their playful banter filling the cafeteria with life.

The topic shifts to yesterday's hangout at Semi's place. Stories flow, each one more exaggerated than the last, and Tiffany can't hide her jealousy that she missed out. Liv even pulls out her phone, playing a video of you singing the chorus of that Evanescence song.

Your protests went completely ignored as they replay it, the chorus becoming the soundtrack to their teasing. You cross your arms and look away, cheeks flushed, but there's a smile you can't hide.

Semi watches you, heart racing a little faster. Seeing you like this — shy, but radiant — makes him silently thank the universe. Whatever's going on between you and Atsumu doesn't matter to him. All he cares about is that, in this moment, he has a chance to be near you. Maybe even a chance to make you see him in a different light.

But he's in no rush. The last thing he wants is to push too hard or make you uncomfortable. So, instead of dwelling on unspoken questions, he leans into the conversation. He laughs with Liv and Hiro, adds to Tiffany's teasing, all while keeping a quiet eye on you.

For Semi and Tiffany, it's a subtle mission — to keep you distracted, to help you forget, even though they're both unaware that each of them knows what happened. For Liv and Hiro, oblivious to the undercurrents, it's just another fun lunch break. And for you, it's a brief escape — a moment where everything else fades, if only for a while.

"Aw... our class starts in five minutes," Liv pouts, checking her watch.

"What time's your next class?" Semi asks, his gaze settling on you.

"In 30 minutes," you reply casually.

"You staying here?" he follows up, and you nod.

Hiro leans in with a mischievous grin. "Or... what if we skip class and hang out at Tei's again?"

Liv scowls. "Or what if you do that alone? Professor Jane's our lecturer!" Her voice holds a mix of dread and frustration as she references the same professor who once humiliated her in class during Anatomy and Physiology.

Tiffany perks up. "Oh, she's still your lecturer? She's our prof for Anaphy too."

"Yeah, and she also teaches maternal and child care—ugh! I'm cursed! I don't want her!!" Liv whines, burying her face in her hands.

"Maybe if you didn't sleep in her class, she wouldn't have a problem with you," Hiro quips, earning a sharp glare from Liv.

"Shut up."

You chuckle, trying to keep the peace. "You guys should go now, or you'll be late."

"Alright, alright," Hiro concedes, packing his things. The two packs their bags as well.

Tiffany stays seated next to you, finishing her food while you sip the last of your iced coffee.

"Are you guys free later? Want to hang out at Tei's?" Liv throws out the invite, her eyes hopeful.

Tiffany laughs. "You invite us like it's your house."

Liv grins. "Well, he's always down. Right, Tei?"

Semi shrugs, playing along. "Yeah, whatever makes you happy, Liv." All of you erupt a quiet laugh from his sarcasm.

"I can't," Tiffany says, sighing. "Family dinner tonight."

Then, three sets of eyes turn to you.

You inhale slowly. "I'm not sure... I kinda wanna sleep after class."

"Aw, alright," Liv concedes. "Tomorrow, then!"

"Yeah, whenever everyone's free," you smile, and she nods in agreement.

Semi watches you, concern flickering in his eyes. "You're not sick, are you?"

You smirk, raising an eyebrow. "What makes you say that?"

He arches his brows, trying to play it cool. "Nothing... just asking."

Hiro side-eyes Semi, a knowing grin spreading across his face. He steps behind him, clapping his hands on Semi's shoulders.

"You're too obvious, boss. Maybe dial it back a bit." he whispers, amused at how Semi acts too chivalrous around you.

Semi rolls his eyes, but a smile tugs at his lips. "Shut up."

Liv's phone buzzes, and her eyes widen. "Shit—She's already there!" Panic sets in as she reads the group chat saying that Prof. Jane already reached the classroom.

The three of them scramble to gather their things. They wave hurried goodbyes, dashing towards the cafeteria exit.

You and Tiffany watch them go, laughing quietly. Unluckily for them, their classroom's on the fourth floor, and with the elevator out of order, the stairs await.

The remaining minutes drift by in a quiet, comforting rhythm. You and Tiffany steer clear of yesterday's conversation, both of you silently grateful for the unspoken agreement.

Instead, you talk about the stray cat you saw last night and how stubborn Tiffany's mom is, still insisting on doing house chores despite her healing injury. Tiffany rolls her eyes, mimicking her mom's stubborn tone about how she 'doesn't feel pain anymore'.

You share a laugh about your video call with Mama Rosie, the warmth lingering between you both. The conversation flows effortlessly, and when there are only ten minutes left, you decide to head to class.

As you stand up, the moment shatters.

A group of girls, giggling and shoving each other carelessly, collides with you. The girl holding a cup of iced coffee stumbles, and it spills — dark liquid cascading down your white uniform, soaking your skirt and stockings.

"Oh my God—!" the girl shrieks, eyes wide in panic.

Gasps ripple through the cafeteria. All eyes are on you, and the world feels like it's narrowing in. The sticky, cold mess seeps into your skin, and your mind races with the hassle of cleaning it later.

"What the fuck?!" Tiffany's voice cuts through the shock, eyes blazing as she glares at the girls.

You stare at the mess, frustration bubbling beneath your calm exterior. 'Not on the white uniform. Of all things.'

"I'm so sorry!" The girl scrambles for wipes, her hands shaking.

Tiffany's temper flares. "Do you have any idea how hard that is to clean?!"

"Tiff, it's fine." You try to keep your voice steady, already reaching for the small towel in your pocket. You don't want this to escalate.

"I'm really sorry," the girl repeats, fumbling with the wipes, trying to help. "H-Here, let me—"

"No, it's fine." You force a smile, though your patience wears thin.

Tiffany scoffs, her sarcasm sharp. "Fine? Seriously, Y/n? The cafeteria is freaking huge, and they managed to stumble right into you?"

"We didn't mean to—"

"What's happening here?" A new voice cuts in. A blonde girl in the same nursing uniform approaches, another girl trailing beside her. Both look older, confident, and instantly imposing.

Tiffany's eyes narrow. "Uh... who are you?"

The blonde's gaze is sharp. "You were yelling at my sister."

Tiffany glances at the girl who spilled the coffee. "Ah, she's your sister?" She frowns, "Then, can you teach her some spatial awareness, so she doesn't go spilling drinks on people."

"Excuse me? I already said sorry," the younger girl snaps, her earlier panic replaced by a matching attitude of her sister.

"Tiff," you warn, trying to defuse the tension. But your friend is far from done.

"Try wiping your sorry-ass mouth on the mess you made," Tiffany fires back. "Let's see if that works."

The blonde steps forward, eyes cold. "Watch your mouth. Big talk for someone whose friend isn't even backing them up. Drop the squatter attitude."

"Drop being a bitch. Makes you look cheap."

The blonde scoffs. "If you're so pressed about it, I'll just give you money. Buy a new uniform—"

"Tiff." Your voice is firm this time, louder. Everyone's attention snaps to you. "Let's go. We'll be late." You don't even look at the other girls, refusing to give them any more of your energy.

"Yeah, tell your friend to calm down—"

"Can you shut up?" You snap, catching them all off guard. "I already said it was fine. Just stop yapping, for Christ's sake." Your eyes lock on the girl who spilled the coffee, your expression unreadable.

"What—"

"Come on, Tiff." You don't wait for a response. You push past them, brushing the blonde's shoulder as you walk away, leaving the tension behind you.

After the chaos finally settles, Tiffany drags you to the restroom and does what she can to clean you up. The stain is stubborn, glaringly obvious, but there's no choice — you have to face the last class with it marking your uniform like a badge of humiliation.

Tiffany fumes, venting about how insufferable the girl is, especially the blonde one, strutting around like she owns the place. Despite her anger, you remind her she shouldn't have reacted that way, though you know better. Staying quiet in situations like that is never in Tiffany's nature.

A little later, she gets a text from a classmate that says that anyone planning to try out for the volleyball team on Saturday needs to sign up at the faculty room. So, you find yourself heading to your locker alone to grab your jacket — anything to cover the mess.

Your heart stutters as you round the corner.

Atsumu is there, talking to her — the same blonde girl from earlier.

They're too close to your locker, and your throat tightens. You consider turning back, but your feet have a mind of their own, propelling you forward.

'Shit, shit.' you curse silently, every step heavy with tension as you do your best to appear unbothered.

You keep your face neutral, but hearing snippets of their conversation makes your blood boil. Atsumu definitely sees you — it's impossible he hasn't. He's facing you, the blonde girl's back to you, but you keep your composure, forcing your hands to stay steady as you open your locker.

"I don't actually remember... sorry," Atsumu says, his tone casual, almost dismissive.

The blonde girl tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, her voice laced with false sweetness. "It's okay. Maybe you were drunk that night and forgot my name." She pauses, letting the moment hang. "I'm Ally. We talked at Semi's party. But you disappeared after you went inside the house."

Your brow furrows at the revelation, but you stay silent, jaw clenched tight.

"Oh, right. Now I remember," Atsumu says, voice indifferent.

"Hmm... yeah." Ally presses her lips together, then, with a syrupy sweetness that makes your skin crawl, continues, "So... I'll just be straightforward." she clears her throat, dropping her earlier attitude for a demure act. "Can I have your number?"

Your eyes shoot to the back of your locker. Why does that question freeze you? Your heart pounds, every beat echoing in your ears. You strain to hear Atsumu's response, almost against your will.

The silence stretches like a blade's edge.

"Sure. Give me your phone," he finally says, and it feels like a punch to the gut.

"U-Uh, here..." Ally stammers, blushing as she hands him her phone.

The hallway seems to quiet, every sound muffled. You know he's typing his number into her phone, and the casual exchange makes your stomach churn.

Seconds later, Ally's syrupy 'Thank you' breaks the silence.

"So, see you around?" she giggles, flirtation dripping from her voice.

"Yeah, see you," Atsumu replies, the words hitting harder than they should.

'What the hell is wrong with you, Y/n?' you scold yourself, trying to suppress the storm inside.

You shake your head, grabbing your jacket, desperate to leave. But just as you're about to close your locker, Ally's voice cuts through the air.

"Oh, hi, it's you." Her sarcasm drips, freezing you in place.

You know she's talking to you. Closing your eyes briefly, you take a steadying breath before turning to face her.

Your heart clenches as you meet Atsumu's gaze. He's watching you, his face unreadable, as if you’re nothing more than a stranger. You quickly shift your focus to the blonde girl.

She holds her phone, and the memory of their exchange freshens the sting.

"Really sorry about that," she mocks, eyes flicking to the stain on your uniform. "I already scolded my sister. She learned her lesson." her fake smile makes your skin crawl, but you force one of your own.

"Really? Geez, thanks for the effort," you reply, voice laced with restrained irritation. Atsumu's presence in your peripheral vision only makes it worse.

"You're welcome." she says, sweetness paper-thin, before strutting past you.

You stare at the empty space she left, her footsteps fading into the distance. Closing your eyes tightly, you fight to push down the storm of emotions brewing inside you.

Gritting your teeth, you take a deep breath, steadying yourself. When you open your eyes, they land on Atsumu.

Your heart stutters — he's watching you. The eyes that once held so much expression are now dull and blank, as if he's looking straight through you, like you're nothing more than a wall.

Time seems to freeze as he holds your gaze, the silence stretching between you. Then, without a word, he turns away and walks off.

A scoff escapes your lips, frustration bubbling up as you feel the familiar scenario from yesterday, how the tables have turned — how now you're the one watching him walk away.

A bitter scoff escapes your lips, frustration boiling over. You slam your locker shut with a loud bang that echoes down the hallway, as if the noise alone could silence the whirlwind of emotions he's stirred up inside you.

Chapter Text

You and Tiffany both thank Suna for finally finding time to hang out. Originally, Tiffany had suggested visiting Suna's dorm, but he quickly shut that down, mentioning he had plans after dinner.

"Maybe you two should come with me," Suna says casually, setting the paid bill aside.

"Nah, you go enjoy with your other friends," you reply, waving him off.

"What are you talking about? Of course, we can! Can we?" Tiffany jumps in, her excitement palpable.

"We don't even know them," you argue, trying to remain firm.

"Then I'll introduce us!" Tiffany insists, earning a smirk from Suna.

"Yeah, Y/n..." Suna adds, turning to you with a grin. "It'll be fun."

"Where are you going, anyway?" you ask, curiosity getting the better of you.

"The arcade. It's just a 15-minute drive from here."

Tiffany's eyes light up. "Oh, I love the arcade!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat.

You let out a sigh, thinking about the almost 2-hour drive from where your apartment is. "We literally have a class at 9 tomorrow."

"We'll make it back just in time," Tiffany assures you with a wink.

Suna's gaze lingers on you, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Come on, Y/n... They're almost there."

You narrow your eyes at him. "Who are 'they', anyway?"

"Just some friends from school," he shrugs nonchalantly.

You cross your arms. "Are you seriously so busy that even your friends have to schedule hangouts with you?"

He gives a mock frown, shoulders lifting in another shrug. "Maybe?"

"Ugh, just come on, Y/n!" Tiffany pleads, grabbing your arm. "You don't have a choice. You didn't bring your car."

You roll your eyes, finally relenting. "Fine. Whatever."

After finally agreeing, the three of you head straight to Tiffany's car. Since Suna doesn't have one and had booked a ride earlier, he hops in with you and Tiffany.

The car ride is a blast. Tiffany takes the lead in an impromptu carpool karaoke session, her voice filling the air as you sing along from the passenger seat. Suna, lounging in the back, records the whole chaotic scene on his phone, chiming in with his offbeat singing now and then.

Thankfully, the traffic is smooth, and you arrive at the arcade in under 15 minutes.

"I'm officially deaf," Suna complains, massaging his ears dramatically.

"Coming from someone who sounded like a wounded dog." Tiffany snaps back, making you burst out laughing.

"Don't worry, Tarou. We still accept you," you add, grinning at him.

Suna scoffs. "Tone it down, girls. I've got all your clips. Might just talk shit about you on Instagram," he smirks.

"Nyenye... as if you would," Tiffany huffs, shutting off the engine.

You step out of the car, and a sharp gust of cold wind immediately makes you shiver. You pull your jacket tighter around you, regretting the choice of a mini, fitted dress.

"So fucking cold," Tiffany grumbles, hugging her arms for warmth.

Suna chuckles, eyes landing on you. "How're those legs holding up, Y/n?" he teases.

"I can manage," you retort, rolling your eyes.

Your gaze drifts across the parking lot. The night sky, illuminated by the colorful lights of the arcade, casts a relaxing, almost magical glow.

"Y/n!" Tiffany calls out, her voice bright. You turn to face her, your hair blowing wildly in the wind.

"What?"

"You look so pretty there! Lemme take a picture!" She beams, already holding up her phone.

You smile reluctantly, cheeks warming as she snaps a few photos. Suna joins in, shifting angles to capture the perfect shot.

"Alright-bring out the hips! Bring out the hips!" Tiffany yells, her enthusiasm almost embarrassing.

"What??"

"Chest out, beb!" she cheers, emphasizing her underboobs, making you blush harder.

"How about I take a picture of you?" you counter.

"Shush!" she waves you off, too engrossed in getting the shot. Suna just laughs, continuing to snap away.

He steps back, capturing both you and Tiffany in the frame.

"Okay, that's enough," you protest, laughing at their antics.

Everything feels light, fun, and carefree - until your eyes catch two figures approaching.

That's when the joy drains from you in an instant.

"You should definitely post these!" Tiffany squeals, scrolling through the photos.

But you stand frozen, eyes fixed on the approaching figures. Suna notices your change in demeanor and follows your gaze.

"Rin!" one of the guys calls out, and Tiffany turns to look too.

"Oh... my god.." she mutters under her breath, before shooting you a quick, concerned glance.

Your eyes lock onto Atsumu's. His expression is unreadable, and the earlier joy in your chest turns to a tight knot of nervousness.

Tiffany shoots Suna a glare, mouthing, "What the fuck?"

He just smirks, shrugging. "Sorry," he whispers, clearly amused at how everything has unfolded according to his plan.

"Y/n! Tiffany!" Osamu greets cheerfully as he spots the two of you.

He pulls you both into a warm hug, his familiar presence momentarily easing the tension. But for you, the comfort doesn't last long. Atsumu's gaze lingers, heavy and unrelenting, making your entire body stiffen.

"You don't mind I brought them along, do you?" Suna asks casually as Osamu pulls away, stepping forward to give him a high-five.

"What are you talking about? We're glad you brought them. I thought you were meeting with people from your school or whatever," Osamu replies, turning to his brother with a playful nudge. "Right, Tsumu?"

Atsumu's eyes flicker to you before he responds, his voice almost too quiet. "Hmm, yeah."

You shoot an icy glare at Suna, who just smirks, avoiding your eyes like nothing happened. Tiffany steps closer, whispering under her breath, "Hehe... I didn't know about this, I swear." She tries to stifle a giggle, but you clench your jaw, unimpressed.

"Where are the others?" Suna asks, blatantly ignoring the tension radiating off you.

"I think they're already inside. Yuji and his friend Reece are there," Osamu answers, glancing at the arcade entrance.

You tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you turn to look away, stretching your arms before burying your hands deep in your jacket pockets. The cold breeze bites at your skin, your lips trembling — not just from the chill, but from the weight of Atsumu's silent presence.

Tiffany glances down, fighting back laughter, exchanging quick glances with Suna. As much as she hates seeing you uncomfortable, the absurdity of the situation — Suna's scheming, your awkwardness — is just too much for her to handle.

"How've you been, man?" Suna gives Atsumu a fist bump, pulling him into a quick hug.

"All good," Atsumu replies with a smile, and you can't help but notice how effortlessly handsome he looks.

His voice, his presence — it still affects you, and that realization makes your heart race and your mind spiral.

Black-rimmed glasses frame his eyes, adding a thoughtful edge to his usually casual yet striking demeanor. You didn't even know he wore glasses, and it frustrates you how your heart skips a beat, the lenses somehow making him look even more perfect.

His oversized black jacket hangs loosely over a plain white shirt, the simple contrast amplifying his relaxed confidence. Dark pants complete the ensemble, effortlessly tying together a look that shouldn't be so captivating — but it is. Fuck.

It's just a simple outfit, nothing flashy, yet the way he carries himself makes it all slap-in-the-face stunning. His charisma is magnetic, unintentional, yet overwhelming.

'No wonder girls are always lining up for his attention', you think.

"Oh, Aran and Kita are already inside too!" Osamu says excitedly, glancing at the text on his phone screen.

"Oh... so this is like a reunion for you guys?" Tiffany chimes in, her voice light but probing, eyes darting to Atsumu for a reaction.

"Yeah, kinda," Osamu replies, slipping his phone back into his green jacket pocket.

"Are you sure you're okay with us crashing the party?" Tiffany chuckles, testing the waters - or maybe testing Atsumu.

"What do you mean? Of course! You're not strangers to us." Osamu's smile is warm, genuine.

"Let's go inside then," Suna interjects, casually draping his arm over Tiffany's shoulder, pulling her forward.

Tiffany pinches his side, whispering with a laugh, "The hell are you doing? She's gonna kill both of us."

"Nah, she won't. She'll thank me. Just watch." His smug smirk is maddening, but confident.

You trail behind, feeling their hushed whispers prickling at your nerves. They're definitely talking about you. And as much as you want to give them a quick slap on the head, you can't — especially with the twins right there.

"Yo," Osamu slides beside you, matching your pace, while Atsumu trails just a step behind.

"You didn't bring Akira?" you ask, trying to fill the silence.

"She's busy. I wanted to, but, you know..." He shrugs, and you nod in understanding.

"Too bad. Tiff and I haven't hung out with her in ages."

"Yeah, but I'm glad Suna brought you two along." Osamu smiles before turning to Atsumu. "What about you, Tsumu? Why didn't you bring anyone?" His tone is teasing but casual, and your heart pounds, wondering if he knows about you and his brother.

'But based on his way of asking, it doesn't sound like he's scheming anything like Suna, so he probably doesn't know..'

Atsumu raises an eyebrow. "And who would I bring?"

"I dunno. Why not get back with Dana? She's friends with Yuji, after all." Osamu's words feel like a punch, each syllable tightening a string around your chest.

Memories of that phone call, of Suna mentioning Dana, floods back. You know you look stupid for being this tense, but you just can't help it - you can't stand Atsumu.

Atsumu just scoffs, his expression unreadable as the five of you continue through the parking lot.

Ahead, Tiffany and Suna are clearly eavesdropping.

"If Y/n cries, I swear I'll rip your throat out," Tiffany hisses at Suna, earning a quiet chuckle from him.

"Relax," he whispers back, smirking. "This is just getting started."

You and Osamu continue your small talk as you walk, his easygoing nature helping you momentarily forget the tension swirling around you. He asks about your classes, laughs at an old inside joke, and you find yourself smiling — almost feeling normal again. Almost.

When you finally reach the arcade, the neon lights glow vibrantly, the sounds of games and laughter spilling out onto the street. Tiffany and Suna push the doors open, the buzz of excitement instantly washing over you.

You step inside, and your mouth could almost drop open in awe. The arcade buzzed with life, neon lights casting electric hues across the room. Vibrant game machines flashed and whirred, their screens reflecting off the polished floors.

Kids and adults alike huddled around racing simulators and claw machines, laughter and cheers blending into the symphony of digital beeps and jingles.

To the side, a bowling alley stretched out, the sound of crashing pins echoing rhythmically, accompanied by playful banter and high-fives.

Just beyond that, billiard halls were packed with groups strategizing over pool tables, the clinking of cues meeting balls adding a sharp note to the lively atmosphere.

Vending machines lined the walls, stocked with colorful snacks and drinks, humming quietly amidst the fun chaos. Nearby, a food bar dished out everything from burgers to fries, the aroma of grilled food mingling with the sweet scent of cotton candy.

The entire space pulsed with energy — chaotic, thrilling, and endlessly alive.

"Fuuddgeee!! It's been so long since I've been to an arcade!" Tiffany twirls around, eyes wide with excitement as she takes in the vibrant surroundings.

You chuckle at her enthusiasm. "Look at the child having the time of her life," you tease, catching Suna's smirk as he steps a bit closer to you.

Tiffany narrows her eyes at you playfully. "So what? I'm still a child!"

"You're not a child, just childish," you counter, earning a soft laugh from Suna.

"There they are!" Osamu points toward a group gathered near the pool table.

Following his gaze, you spot two familiar faces, Kita and Aran. Another blonde guy and short-haired girl stands just beside them, but their faces are completely new to you.

Osamu leads the way, and the group greets everyone warmly as you approach.

"Y/n! Tiffany!" Aran's face lights up, and you offer a warm smile in return.

"Aran!" Tiffany rushes forward, pulling him into a tight hug that nearly knocks him off balance. "How's college treating ya?"

Aran chuckles. "Stressful, but I'm enjoying it."

Tiffany eyes him up and down. "Clearly—it looks like you've been hitting the gym!"

He grins modestly. "Yeah, I started last year."

"Wow, that's nice," she nods approvingly, then turns her attention to Kita. "You look fresh, Kita!"

Kita, sitting calmly by the pool table, offers a polite smile. "Thank you. You look fresh as well."

Tiffany beams. "Aw, thanks! Must be the new soap I'm using-works wonders."

You glance away, hiding a laugh, feeling a twinge of secondhand embarrassment at Tiffany's mom-like enthusiasm.

As the group continues catching up, a blonde guy with piercings walks over to you.

"Hi, I'm Yuji... Terushima," he says, extending his hand with an easygoing smile. "And you are?"

For a moment, you blink, unsure if he's talking to you. "Oh, um... I'm Y—"

"Pretty," he interjects smoothly, though his words don't quite register with you.

"Sorry, what was that?" you ask, slightly confused.

He laughs, a hint of flirtation in his tone, though you don't pick up on it. "Nothing—what's your name again?"

"Y/n," you reply, offering a shy smile as you shake his hand.

"Y/n..." he repeats, lingering on your name, his grip soft but lingering. He then gestures to the girl standing next to him. "This is Reece, a friend of mine."

"Hi, Y/n!" Reece greets you cheerfully, her voice striking a familiar chord in your memory.

You return her smile, trying to place where you've heard her voice before.

"Hi," you say, curiosity simmering beneath your polite tone.

"You look sooo pretty!" Reece beams, her eyes sweeping over you, leaving you flustered. "Are you single?" she asks, an eyebrow arching playfully, the question catching you completely off guard.

Before you can respond, Tiffany drapes an arm around your shoulders, her grip firm.

"Yes—she is!" she declares, her voice a little too loud, her eyes flicking between you and Reece. "Why, ya planning to date her or what?" she teases.

Reece laughs, shaking her head. "Not me, but my friend here." She gestures toward Yuji, who's been watching you with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken.

"Oh, hi! I'm Tiffany," she greets them, her tone almost protective. Reece and Yuji return the greeting with polite nods, but Yuji's attention never really leaves you.

Yuji chuckles quietly, his gaze lingering, eyes tracing every detail. He tries to play it cool, but it's obvious — he finds you captivating. His eyes flicker away and back again, as if trying to stop himself from staring too much, but fails miserably.

"You two went to Inarizaki?" Reece asks, her eyes darting between you and Tiffany.

"Yeah." Tiffany finally releases you, and you roll your shoulders, trying to shake off the weight of her heavy arm.

Yuji catches the movement, his jaw tightening. Even the simplest thing you did seemed to draw him in, and the way he watches you makes the air feel heavier.

"The twins and I actually went to the same middle school," Yuji clears his throat, the words rushed as if to distract himself. "We were teammates, but I transferred after that."

"Oh, at least you two stayed in touch," Tiffany nods, her tone casual.

"We should definitely keep in touch too," Reece blurts.

"We'd be honored!" Tiffany replies, completely having the time of her life making new friends. She turns to you, her voice dropping slightly. "Hey, do you know how to play pool? 'Cause I don't."

You chuckle, trying to ease the knot forming in your chest. "No clue."

Yuji's eyes follow the movement. He clears his throat, his voice low and smooth, as he steps a little closer to you. "So, you've never played pool before?"

You shake your head. "No. Is it hard?"

Yuji leans a little closer, "It can be... at first. But once you get the hang of it, it's all about finding the right angle... and the perfect stroke."

You blink, "Sounds... challenging."

He smirks. "Only if you're not used to handling a cue. But I can guide you through it." His eyes lock onto yours, the intensity unmistakable.

You chuckle, still unaware of the move he's making on you. "I'm not sure I'd be any good at positioning things properly, though."

Yuji's grin widens, his voice softening even more. "Don't worry. I can show you how to line up the shot. It's all about control and... patience."

"I guess I'll need a lot of practice, then." You nod, your eyes scanning the different colored balls.

"I'd be more than happy to help you with that," he murmurs, eyes lingering on your lips for a second before pulling his gaze again.

"Well, I wouldn't want to mess up," you smile at him, too innocent of what he's doing.

Yuji chuckles, the sound low and rough. "Trust me, I think you'd do just fine... once you find your rhythm."

"I prefer bowling."

Atsumu's voice slices through the air, loud as if he's been meaning to be heard by both of you, breaking the moment like a whip. Both you and Yuji snap your heads toward him, startled.

Atsumu's eyes are fixed on the pool table, but he's not really looking at it.

"Oh, I love bowling too," Reece says, her tone light, almost flirtatious, but Atsumu's focus doesn't waver.

That's when you notice that Tiffany and Reece are no longer standing beside you. Tiffany's already beside Suna, scrolling through their phones while talking, and the others are still catching up, laughing.

"Yeah, it's just fun throwing hard balls and knocking heads out with it." Atsumu adds, earning a chuckle from Yuji beside you, just across the table from Atsumu.

"Sounds pretty aggressive, man." Yuji laughs.

Atsumu shrugs, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Sometimes, you gotta go all in. No holding back."

"Well, some games require finesse. It's not just about power—it's about knowing how to handle the situation." Yuji grins, having fun at the little debate with his friend.

Atsumu's eyes narrow slightly. "True. But sometimes, it's the forceful hits that leave the biggest impact." Atsumu's eyes land on you for a brief second, and your heart jumps that you instantly look away.

You avert your eyes, scanning the arcade, trying to distract yourself from the growing tension. Out of the corner of your eye, Atsumu steals a glance at you and Yuji before quickly looking away.

"Well, damn." Reece chuckles, Yuji also laughs, finding the conversation amusing. "Don't worry, we've got plenty of time. We can try both games."

From the corner, a burst of loud laughter cuts through the moment. Tiffany and Suna are cracking up, their heads bent over a phone. The rest of you turn to look at them, but they quickly feign interest in whatever's on the screen, though they laughed because of how ridiculous Atsumu is.

It's obvious to them that Atsumu's irritation over Yuji's attention toward you is the real punchline.

"How about we grab some snacks first?" Osamu suggests, sensing some kind of tension off his brother and stepping in to shift the mood.

Tiffany excitedly pulls you and you follow her. As you walk toward the snack bar, you catch a quick glance from Atsumu. His eyes, though guarded, flicker with something you can't quite point — frustration? Jealousy? Whatever it is, it makes your heart pound a little harder. But you don't want to read too much into his actions, maybe you're just overanalyzing things.

The night turned out smoother than you expected. You're actually having fun, losing track of time amid the chaos and excitement. The one thing that stood out, though, was the strange distance between you and Atsumu - it felt deliberate, like an invisible boundary neither of you dared to cross.

Alcohol was available at the counter, and after a quick ID check, you found yourself nursing a beer. The buzz blended seamlessly with the arcade's energy... laughter, cheers, and playful taunts filling the air.

You couldn't help but get competitive, especially when it came to facing off against Tiffany. Bowling? You sucked, but you still gave it your all, bouncing from game to game with renewed excitement.

Yuji seemed to hover around you more than anyone else, always trying to catch your attention with casual jokes or a lingering glance. You chalked it up to the beer playing tricks on your mind, convincing yourself not to read too much into it.

Now, you're at the claw machine, laser-focused on grabbing a small box with three hirono figurines inside. You don't even know what they are, but their grumpy little faces remind you of Atsumu, and you can't help but want them.

"Fuck!" you curse as the box slips from the claw, your frustration earning a laugh from Yuji.

He watches you, amused by your determination. The way you concentrate so hard makes you look effortlessly cute in his eyes.

"This is starting to really piss me off," you mutter, slipping off your jacket and tossing it over your lap as you started feeling hot, from the beer and the frustration.

Beneath it, your sleeveless, fitted dress hugs your figure, and Yuji goes quiet. His eyes flick away, trying not to stare as his mind races with thoughts he probably shouldn't be having.

"You really want that, huh?" he chuckles, keeping his gaze fixed on the machine.

He doesn't dare look at you again — afraid that if he does, he might just blurt out something he'd regret, like asking if you're up for a makeout session in one of the bathroom stalls.

"Yes, and—ugh! That's it. I'm done!" You stand up abruptly when the box drops again, frustration evident in your every move.

Yuji laughs, watching you storm off. "Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna buy me a soda. I'll be back!"

"Want me to come with you?"

"No, thanks! I'll be there in a sec!" you call back, already heading for the vending machine on the other side of the arcade.

It's past 10, but the place is still buzzing with energy. The crowd has thinned out, mostly people your age lingering now. The chaos feels a little more intimate, the night wrapping around you like a soft, electric hum.

Yuji watches you disappear into the crowd, shaking his head with a grin. Meanwhile, you still sulk as to how rigged that machine is.

"It was perfectly caught by the claw, I swear the claw loosened that's why the box fell." you talk to yourself, still frustrated.

You steady yourself against the vending machine, the buzz of alcohol making the ground feel a bit unsteady beneath your feet. Inserting the money, you focus on the simple task of watching the Coke can spiral down. The clank of the can hitting the bottom snaps you out of your daze. You reach down to grab it, but as you turn around, you freeze.

Atsumu is right there.

Your heart drops. "What the fuck," you mutter under your breath, eyes darting to him, but he's not looking at you.

He's just standing in line for the machine, his presence heavy and inescapable.

Gripping your jacket in one hand and the soda in the other, you try to walk away. But his voice stops you cold.

"Good, you have a jacket."

You pause, confused if he's talking to you. Slowly turning around, you meet his gaze - emotionless, but the irritation radiating off him is almost palpable.

"Excuse me?" you manage, your throat tight.

"Instead of sitting there with your legs on display for everyone, maybe cover up." His voice is razor-sharp, cutting through the noise of the arcade.

The words hit you like a punch. "What did you just say?"

He doesn't flinch. "You heard me."

Your jaw tightens, anger and humiliation bubbling up. "What is your problem?"

"I don't have one. I'm just pointing out what everyone else is thinking. It's pathetic."

"Pathetic?" you echo, stunned. "Are you saying I look indecent?"

He shrugs, his expression unbothered. "If the shoe fits."

The words sting, each one landing like a slap. "Do you have a problem with me, Miya?" Your voice trembles, your fury barely contained.

He doesn't answer, just watches you, his eyes locked on yours, challenging.

"Well, I'm sorry if I came uninvited—if I knew Tarou was gonna be with you, I wouldn't have agreed to come!" The words spill out, your voice cracking, but he doesn't waver.

You catch your breath, fighting back the sting behind your eyes. The silence between you stretches, heavy and suffocating.

"And you really came here to tell me that."

"No, I was gonna get myself a soda. Bad luck I ran into you." His reply is sharp, cutting deeper than it should.

You press your lips together, gripping the can so tightly it's almost denting. You take a deep breath, steadying your composure as you refuse to let him see how much he's affecting you.

"Well, I'm sorry if you find it inappropriate... at least your friend doesn't." The words slip out before you can stop them.

Atsumu's lips curve into a sarcastic smirk. "Could see that. You really enjoy soaking up the attention, huh? Who am I to ruin your fun," he says dryly, his words laced with mockery.

Your jaw tightens as anger flares inside you. "Fuck you." you whisper harshly, your voice trembling but loud enough for him to catch.

You don't wait for his reaction. Turning on your heel, you storm away, gripping your soda tightly, fighting the tears threatening to spill.

You don't look back. You don't know if he's watching or following, and you don't care.

The dress Tiffany picked for you — the one you felt so pretty wearing — now feels like a weight dragging you down.

You take a shaky breath, holding your head high as you head back to the others, refusing to let him see you break.

Chapter Text

SINCE YOUR CONVERSATION with Atsumu, it's like all the energy drained out of you. You sit beside Tiffany the rest of the night, quietly munching on the snacks, your stress-eating making her raise an eyebrow at you a couple of times. You also avoided looking in Atsumu's direction — not that you think he's sparing you a glance, anyway.

Now, the group is gathered around the sofas by the bowling alley. Aran, Reece, and Terushima are taking turns at the lanes, while Tiffany, Suna, and Osamu are deep in conversation about something you can't quite catch. You sit beside Tiffany, occasionally nodding or adding a word or two, but nothing sticks. Their voices blur together, drowned out by the replay of Atsumu's cutting words in your head.

No matter how much you try, the sting of his remarks refuses to leave, making it hard to focus on anything else.

"Oh, and are you familiar with Shiratorizawa?" Tiffany suddenly asks Osamu, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her tone is casual, but you know her well enough to sense she's stirring the pot.

"Yeah, I think we played them once back in first year high school. Why?" Osamu leans back, genuinely curious.

Tiffany perks up, ready to unleash her revelation. "Their former setter goes to our university now! We're actually friends with him."

"Really? That's cool. What's his name? Maybe I've heard of him," Osamu asks just as Atsumu and Kita return with trays of snacks.

"His name's Semi," Tiffany starts, her voice rising with excitement. "And he's in a band! Just yesterday, Y/n was at his house—they jammed in his basement, and Y/n even sang while playing the keyboard. Now, Semi's practically begging her to join as their new vocalist since their old one graduated."

Your stomach drops, and you glare at Tiffany, who's clearly enjoying herself too much. From the corner of your eye, you notice Atsumu stiffen at Semi's name. He sets the tray on the table without a word but lingers just long enough to listen.

Osamu raises an eyebrow, turning to you with a newfound sense of awe. "No way! You sing? I didn't know."

You shrug, giving a shy smile. "Just a little."

"Why didn't you ever join competitions in high school?"

"She's too shy," Tiffany teases, grinning as she nudges you.

Osamu smirks. "Sounds like this Semi guy knows how to bring out the best in you, huh?"

"Right!?" Tiffany chimes in, not missing a beat. "Honestly, I like him for Y/n. He's soooo sweet to her. They'd make such a cute couple!" She says so loudly, as if fishing for a reaction.

Your heart starts pounding, and you instinctively take a long sip of your soda to avoid responding. You can feel the weight of the conversation shifting, and you dare a glance at Atsumu. He's staring at the floor, his jaw tight, but his eyes flicker to you for the briefest second before looking away.

"Well, damn," Osamu chuckles, leaning back and crossing his arms. "So, does this Semi guy have a shot with you?"

All eyes are on you now. You freeze, feeling Atsumu's gaze like a physical weight, though he doesn't turn his head. The tension in the air makes your chest tighten.

You force out a nervous laugh, avoiding their stares. "I'm not even thinking about that." you clear your throat.

"Oh, really, Y/n?" Tiffany smirks, tilting her head. "Then who do you like? Yuji?" She gestures toward Yuji, who's oblivious to the chaos as he lines up for his next turn at bowling.

Your eyes widen, and your face burns with embarrassment. "Shut up." you hiss, slapping her arm.

Osamu laughs loudly, clearly enjoying the moment, while Suna's smirk grows wider. He's watching everything with an amused gleam in his eyes, especially the flicker of annoyance on Atsumu's face.

"I mean, Yuji's a good choice," Osamu adds, throwing fuel on the fire. "Uptight, maybe, but loyal. I think he'd treat you right—"

Kita, unbothered, simply nods. "Could be better, I suppose."

Tiffany stifles a laugh behind her hand, clearly catching on to Atsumu's tactic. Suna hides his smirk behind his beer, and Osamu throws a curious glance at the fries his brother's holding.

You stare down at your soda, pretending to focus on the bubbles as your thoughts spiral. Despite everything, you can't shake the feeling that Atsumu's irritation has more to do with you than the fries.

"Ugh, I'm so tired!" Reece announces dramatically, flopping down beside Atsumu like she's just run a marathon. "Hi," she says, grinning up at him before snatching a fry from the tray.

"Already?" Osamu teases, raising a brow.

"Not really," Reece says breezily, her gaze flicking to Terushima, who's just managed to knock down all but two pins. "Just wanted to see what you guys are gossiping about." She smirks, leaning in conspiratorially. "So—what up?"

Osamu's grin turns mischievous as he gestures toward you. "We're just matchmaking Y/n with Yuji." he says, making your eyes widen.

Reece's jaw drops, "Oh... my go—"

"Don't listen to him, he's bluffing." you cut her off, glaring at Osamu but he just chuckles at you.

"Semi or Yuji?" Tiffany interrupts with a wicked glint in her eyes.

You frown at her, sensing that she's already drunk because she's already had three cans kf beer.

"Wait—who's Semi?" Reece perks up, clearly ready to sink her teeth into the conversation.

You groan, sinking deeper into the couch as Tiffany jumps at the opportunity.

"Semi's from our university," she says, her tone practically dripping with excitement. "He's in a band, super charming—you know, the whole package."

Reece's eyebrows shoot up. "Damn. Sounds like Yuji's got some serious competition."

"Why? Does Yuji like Y/n?" Tiffany presses, all faux innocence.

Reece snorts, barely containing her laughter. "I mean, isn't it obvious? He was all over her almost the whole night—"

"Yuji literally has a girlfriend," Atsumu cuts in abruptly, his tone sharp enough to make everyone pause.

You glance at him, startled by his sudden interjection, but his gaze remains fixed on the bowling lane, his expression carved from stone. Even Tiffany and Suna were surprised that Atsumu chimed in, further confirming that he wasn't all into this kind of conversation.

"What?" Reece turns to him, frowning. "No, he doesn't. That was just a stupid fling ages ago. He hasn't been in a real relationship since last year."

Tiffany bites her lip, fighting back a smirk. The tension is palpable now, and she's clearly enjoying it. Suna, meanwhile, leans back in his seat, sipping his drink like he's at the best show of the night, all this drama unfolding just in front of him.

"Why's that?" Tiffany asks, feigning curiosity but clearly stirring the pot.

Reece shrugs casually, her lips quirking into a knowing smile. "Who knows? Maybe he wasn't ready for commitment before." She pauses, then adds slyly as she turns to you, "But that doesn't mean he isn't willing to try now.."

You can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as the spotlight lands squarely on you. Before you can stammer out a response, Terushima and Aran stroll over, casually crashing the conversation.

Terushima drops into the seat beside you, his signature grin firmly in place as he grabs a fry. The shift in energy is immediate, and Tiffany and Reece exchange knowing looks.

"Hey," Terushima greets you smoothly, popping the fry into his mouth.

"Hey, Yuji," Tiffany says, cutting you off before you can respond. Her smirk deepens as she sets her sights on him.

"Yeah?" he answers, slightly puzzled but amused.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asks, her tone sweet but loaded with implication.

Terushima raises an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the random question. "Why? You interested?" he counters, smirking.

Tiffany laughs, waving her hand. "Nope. Research purposes."

Terushima chuckles, his eyes flickering briefly to you before grabbing a soda. "No, I'm single."

"Told'ya," Reece says smugly, throwing a look at Atsumu.

He doesn't even flinch, his focus locked on the bowling game from other groups like it's suddenly the most riveting thing in the world. But the tightness in his jaw doesn't escape Suna's notice, and the corner of his mouth twitches upward as he hides his amusement behind his beer.

Osamu's timely shift in conversation was a lifesaver, steering the group's attention toward Kita and teasing him about any secret romances. The moment felt like a lifeline, letting you exhale as the weight of their earlier interrogation finally lifted off your chest. You sank a little deeper into your seat, savoring the reprieve as your breaths evened out.

Laughter soon filled the air again, and you chimed in here and there with comments that drew smiles from the group. Yet, there was a strange rhythm to it all — whenever you spoke, Atsumu went quiet, his disinterest palpable. When he spoke, you found yourself holding back, as if the two of you had an unspoken agreement to avoid acknowledging each other.

As the night progressed, Tiffany's playful persistence wore down Suna and Kita, dragging them into another round of bowling. Their exaggerated antics drew chuckles from the group, the mood momentarily lightening. But you stayed glued to your spot, drained and uninterested, nursing your third can of beer.

Back at the couch, Reece and Terushima took the reins of the conversation, laughing and trading stories about middle school, especially the time Terushima transferred to Johzenji High. Their animated banter filled the space, but you were on your third can of beer now, and a familiar warmth spread across your face.

"You okay?" Terushima's voice broke through, drawing your attention.

That's when you realize his arm's rested along the backrest of the sofa, close enough to brush your shoulders if you leaned back. It gave the illusion of intimacy, though his casual demeanor made it seem unintentional.

"You're so flushed," he chuckles, tilting his head toward you.

"It's the beer," you reply with a faint laugh, shrugging out of your jacket again, desperate for air. "Ugh, I'm so fucking hot." you complain, whispered, as you feel your skin almost burning because of the heat from the alcohol.

As you move, Terushima's gaze subtly flicks downward, tracing the motion — your curves — before his smirk deepened.

"Yeah, you do," he teased, his tone low but playful as he leaned back, hinting the double meaning of his remark.

You weren't sure if it was the warmth of the room or something else entirely, but your skin felt like it was on fire. This wasn't about Terushima, though. Your mind was stuck elsewhere — stuck on Atsumu, stuck on what he might be thinking right now. But the room was just too hot, and you're desperately in need of air.

Across the couch, Reece's soft laughter caught your attention. You turned and immediately wished you hadn't. She was leaning into Atsumu, her lips brushing dangerously close to his ear as she whispered something. He wasn't looking at her, but the faint smirk curling his lips was enough to make your stomach twist painfully.

You forced yourself to look away, gripping your beer tighter. The image, however fleeting, felt like a stab to the chest. Atsumu's body language wasn't overtly flirty, but the proximity — the way Reece's shoulder pressed against his and how easily he let her invade his space — told a different story. If you didn't know any better, you'd think they were a couple.

The air grew stifling, your chest tightening with every passing second, so you stood abruptly, startling Terushima.

"Where are you going?" he asks, his brow lifting in surprise as he straightened.

"I... I wanna play billiards," you blurt out, your voice shaky but you clear your throat, determined to escape.

Atsumu's gaze snapped to you immediately, sharp and questioning. You didn't look his way, but you felt the weight of his stare, a heat crawling up your neck.

Terushima didn't miss a beat, standing with a lazy grin. "Lemme come... I'll teach you," he says, already following as you made your way toward the billiard hall.

"Yo! Where you headed?" Tiffany calls after you, but you didn't turn back.

"They're playing pool!" Reece answered for you, her voice lilting with amusement also because of the fact that she's left alone in the couch with Atsumu, though Aran is there, but he's preoccupied with his phone.

Your steps quicken as you push through the hallway, Terushima trailing casually behind. You find an unoccupied table tucked into the farthest corner, away from prying eyes and, most importantly, out of view of the bowling alley.

As you set your jacket aside and grab a cue stick, you felt that heavy gaze again. Even with a wall between you and the others, you couldn't shake the feeling that Atsumu's eyes had followed you here, the tension between you two still palpable despite the distance.

Terushima leaned against the table, his smirk still firmly in place. "Ready to learn?" he asked, his voice light, but the tension swirling in your chest had nothing to do with billiards.

Terushima focuses on arranging the billiard balls, his fingers moving deftly as he slots them into the triangle rack. You try to push the image of Atsumu and Reece out of your head, forcing yourself to concentrate on Terushima. His casual confidence is distracting enough — especially when he bends over to line up his break, the smooth shift of his muscles under his shirt catching your eye. The sharp crack of the cue hitting the balls reverberates through the room, scattering them perfectly across the table.

"You're really good at this," you say, genuinely impressed.

His grin is teasing, his confidence palpable. "Just a bit," he replies with a chuckle, straightening up. "Your turn."

The brief moment of ease evaporates as you glance at the table, realizing you'd absorbed nothing of what he'd explained earlier. "I already forgot everything you told me," you admit with a nervous laugh, shaking your head.

He steps toward you, his grin widening. "Want me to guide you again?" he asks, voice dipping lower, the teasing edge giving way to something heavier.

"Yeah... whatever, just help me figure this out." you say, trying to sound casual even as your pulse quickens.

He doesn't wait for further permission, moving close enough for his body heat to brush against you. "Alright," he murmurs, his voice almost a whisper. "Bend over."

The words send a jolt through you, a wave of heat spreading across your chest and down your spine. You comply hesitantly, leaning over the table while trying to focus on anything but the sudden intensity of his presence.

"Like this?" you ask, keeping your eyes firmly on the table.

"Not quite." His voice is quiet but firm, and then you feel his hands on your hips.

The touch is light but deliberate, his fingers brushing against the fabric of your dress as he adjusts your posture.

"Here," he says, his hands sliding to tilt your hips slightly. "You need to angle yourself like this."

Your breath hitches, the firmness of his touch sending a shockwave through your body. His fingers linger for a moment longer than necessary, and when you glance back at him, his gaze is locked on you, his expression dark and unreadable.

"Now hold the cue like this." His hand moves over yours, guiding your grip, but instead of standing back, he leans in closer, his chest brushing against your shoulder.

His voice drops to a murmur, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath against your ear. "You need to keep it steady, slide it back slowly... then let it go."

The deliberate way he guides your hand sends shivers down your spine. When the ball glides across the table and sinks neatly into a pocket, he smirks.

"See? You've got it."

You straighten up slowly, your breaths shallow as you try to compose yourself. But Terushima doesn't step back. Instead, he stays close, his gaze raking over you with a raw intensity that makes your heart pound.

"Y/n," he says softly, his voice carrying an edge that sends heat pooling low in your stomach.

You turn toward him, and before you can react, his lips are on yours.

The kiss is firm, insistent, his hands sliding back to your hips to pull you against him. Your body reacts before your mind can catch up, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he deepens the kiss. When he lifts you onto the edge of the table, his hands grip your thighs, spreading them slightly so he can step between them.

Your breath hitches as his lips move down, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck. The way he handles you - firm but careful — sends a rush of heat through you, your body arching instinctively into his touch.

"Tell me to stop," he murmurs against your skin, his voice rough with restraint, but you don't. Instead, you tilt your head, giving him more access.

His hands slide under the hem of your dress, his fingers grazing your skin, and a soft sound escapes your lips, fueling his determination.

Just as his mouth trails lower, a fleeting thought crashes through your haze — Atsumu.

His face flashes in your mind like a warning siren, yanking you out of the moment. Your hands press against Terushima's chest, breaking the kiss abruptly.

"What's wrong?" he asks, his voice heavy with desire, though his movements still.

"I..." you trail off, the words catching in your throat as a storm of guilt and confusion churns inside you.

Terushima leans slightly closer, his gaze searching yours. "Was I too fast?" he asks softly, concern etched in his tone as he tries to meet your downcast eyes.

"No..." you murmur, shaking your head while trying to steady your breathing. "It's not that..."

The silence stretches between you as you struggle to gather your thoughts. Finally, you take a deep breath and force yourself to speak.

"I like someone else," you admit, the words tumbling out before you can second-guess them.

For a moment, his expression freezes, caught somewhere between surprise and disappointment.

"Oh," he mutters, the single syllable carrying a weight you weren't prepared for. "Shit, I'm sorry."

You shake your head quickly, not wanting him to take the blame. "It's okay. You didn't know."

He steps back instinctively, giving you space, and his hands lift to help as you hop down from the table. His touch lingers for a moment before he lets go.

Though you can see the flicker of disappointment in his eyes, Terushima offers you an understanding smile. "I didn't mean to push or pressure you into anything," he says earnestly, his voice low and genuine.

"You didn't," you reassure him, chuckling softly as you tug at the hem of your dress. "I got carried away too."

The tension between you begins to dissolve, and his smile shifts into something more playful. He scratches the back of his head, hesitating briefly before smirking.

"Well... for what it's worth, you're really attractive. Hot, even. And, uh... I was kinda hoping to sleep with you."

His blunt honesty catches you completely off guard, heat rushing to your cheeks. "Oh," you manage, blinking at him.

"And, you know," he continues, his grin turning cheeky, "If that guy doesn't figure out how lucky he is, hit me up. I'd be more than willing to comfort you."

The wink he throws your way makes you laugh despite yourself, and you playfully swat his arm. "You're drunk."

"I'm just saying," he teases, laughing along with you. "I'm not drunk, by the way."

"Sure, you're not," you counter, rolling your eyes, but the lightness in his tone erases any lingering awkwardness between you.

By the time you're walking back to the bowling alley together, the tension feels like a distant memory.

Laughter spills between you both, and you find yourself appreciating how easygoing he is. It's as if nothing serious had happened at all, and for a moment, you think that Terushima would actually make a great friend — someone loud, chaotic, and effortlessly fun, much like Tiffany.

But as the noise of the alley greets you, so do your thoughts. The memory of how abruptly Atsumu had crossed your mind during that kiss claws its way back, nagging at your conscience.

It was like a slap to the face — a painful reminder that no matter how hard you tried, your feelings for him were still there. Stubborn. Unshakable.

You weren't in a relationship with him, but that didn't stop him from owning every corner of your heart.

Just as you step back in the bowling alley, the atmosphere feels light and chaotic again. Aran and Kita are laughing with Tiffany, who flashes you and Terushima a teasing smirk as you approach the group.

"What did you two do, huh?" she asks, her tone laced with playful suspicion, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol.

You scoff, brushing off her question. "Billiards," you say simply, giving her a pointed look.

"Uh-huh," Terushima echoes, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He grins, throwing you a sideways glance, and you glare at him in response. "Yeah, billiards," he adds with mock seriousness.

"Okay, whatever," Tiffany retorts with a dramatic flip of her hair, turning back to Aran and Kita as they line up for her turn at the game.

Shaking your head at the ridiculous exchange, your gaze flickers over the people seated on the sofas. You then notice Atsumu and Osamu aren't there. Your eyes dart to Suna, silently hoping he has answers.

"They went to grab more snacks," Suna informs you casually, as if reading your mind.

You give a small nod, about to take a seat, when something catches your eye. Reece is sitting comfortably in the same spot as before, busy on her phone, but now she's draped in a familiar black jacket — Atsumu's jacket.

Your stomach twists at the sight, and your throat feels tight. You quickly avert your gaze, trying to swallow down the bitter sting of jealousy.

"I'm just gonna step outside for a bit," you announce abruptly, your voice slightly strained.

Terushima notices the shift in your demeanor and follows your movement, his brow furrowing. "For what?" he asks, leaning closer. "Hey, if this is about earlier, I'm really—"

"No," you interrupt, forcing a smile that doesn't reach your eyes. "I just need some air. It's too hot in here." you chuckle.

His expression softens, though a teasing glint appears in his eyes. "Is it because of me?"

You roll your eyes at him. "No, it's because of the alcohol."

He bursts out laughing, the sound lightening the tension momentarily.

Suna side-eyes the two of you, his curiosity piqued. He doesn't know what happened earlier, but he's sharp enough to sense that something did.

"Need me to come with you?" Terushima offers, his tone casual this time.

"I'm fine," you reply firmly. "I'll be back in a bit."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

He shrugs and sits back down, though his gaze lingers on you for a moment. You glance at Suna, who raises an eyebrow as if asking where you're going. You mime a smoking gesture, and he immediately understands, mouthing, "It's dark outside."

"I'll be quick," you mouth back.

"Let me come with you—"

"I want to be alone," you cut him off softly, not wanting to draw attention to yourself.

He narrows his eyes at you, but eventually sighs in defeat, shaking his head.

You make a deliberate effort not to glance at Reece again, knowing the sight of Atsumu's jacket on her would only stoke the simmering anger in your chest.

'Get a grip, Y/n. You just made out with his friend, and you're mad about a jacket? Pathetic.' you scold yourself.

"Tiff!" you call out to your friend.

She turns to you, her expression curious. "What?"

"Keys!"

"In my purse, why?" she asks, gesturing to her bag sitting beside Suna.

"Need to grab something from the car," you explain. Suna hands you the purse, his gaze still inquisitive.

"Be quick, okay?" he says as you retrieve the keys.

"Yeah, yeah," you mutter, grabbing your jacket before quickly heading for the exit.

Once outside, the cool night air hits you like a slap, and you wrap your arms around yourself as a chill runs through you. The parking lot is quiet, with only the faint thrum of music from inside the arcade breaking the silence. Sparse cars dot the wide space, their shadows stretching under the dim streetlights.

You reach Tiffany's car and open the door to retrieve your cigarette and lighter. Leaning against the hood, you light up, the flicker of the flame briefly illuminating your face.

The first inhale sends a wave of calm through you, the nicotine dulling the edge of your chaotic thoughts. You close your eyes, holding the smoke in for a few seconds before exhaling slowly, watching the thin tendrils swirl and dissolve into the cold air.

For the first time that night, the quiet feels like a refuge, but your thoughts refuse to settle. The image of Reece in Atsumu's jacket, their closeness, keeps flashing in your mind, igniting a fire of resentment that you can't extinguish.

'Why does it even matter?' you scold yourself.

The parking lot is eerily silent, the faint hum of distant cars barely audible over the sound of your shaky breathing. The cigarette between your fingers burns low, the bitter smoke curling around you as if mocking your attempt to find peace. Your heart still pounds, Atsumu's earlier words at the vending machine, his closeness with Reece, and your impulsivity with Terushima replaying like a broken record in your mind.

The sting of it all made your head ache. You throw the cigarette to the ground, grinding it under your shoe with more force than necessary, as though the act would snuff out the storm brewing inside you. You light another one, inhaling deeply, hoping the nicotine would do its job and calm your fraying nerves.

As you leaned back against the car, your gaze drift to the stars above, the distant pinpricks of light offering a fleeting distraction from the chaos inside your head. You close your eyes briefly, the quiet crackle of the cigarette in your hand becoming a strange, hypnotic rhythm.

But the moment shatters when a voice cut through the silence.

"Hi there."

Your eyes snap open, meeting the unfamiliar face of a man who had wandered up to you. He looks to be around your age, but the heavy stench of alcohol clinging to him made your stomach churn.

Confused, you turn your head away and take another puff, hoping he'd get the hint and leave.

"Miss, I'm talking to you." He steps closer, an unsettling smirk curling his lips. "What's a beautiful lady doing out here all alone?"

Irritation flares within you, but you tamp it down, unwilling to provoke him. You force yourself to look at him. "I'm with my friends," you reply shortly, flicking the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it.

As you turn to walk away, his hand shoot out, gripping your arm tightly and yanking you back.

"What the fuck—"

"Don't be rude," he sneers, stepping into your space. The alcohol on his breath hit you like a wall. "I'm still talking to you. Wouldn't hurt to answer properly."

The panic then begins to creep in, icy and paralyzing, as you start to realize what was happening. Your pulse quickens as you scan the empty parking lot, the arcade feeling too far in the distance. No one is around to help.

"I don't see your friends anywhere," he says, his gaze predatory.

Your mind screamed at you to stay calm, even though every single nerve in your body is already shaking in fear.

"They're inside, waiting for me," you reply evenly, though your voice trembles slightly. "So, if you'll excuse me—"

"I'm not done with you yet," he cut you off, his grip tightening.

Your hands turned clammy, and your throat went dry. "What do you want?" you demanded, trying to mask the fear in your voice with anger.

His chuckle sends a cold shiver down your spine. "How about a little fun? Right here?" he whispers, his eyes raking over you in a way that made your stomach churn. "No one's around to hear you. Scream all you want."

Something inside you snapped. The disgust boiling in your gut gave you the strength to swing your fist, landing a punch square on his face. You lightly hiss at the pain you felt on your knuckles, but the feeling instantly fades away when his dark gaze lands on you.

The man stumbles back, his eyes darkening with rage as he turned back to you. "You little bitch—"

But before you could react, he grabs you by the arm and shoves you against the car. Pain radiates through your back as you struggled against him, having you grunt under your breath.

"Get the fuck off me!" you scream, thrashing against his hold, but your strength is nothing against his.

Tears start to blur your vision as the reality of the situation sinks in. He's going to hurt you.

"You wear something like this and act surprised when guys come after you?" he taunts, pinning your wrists against the car. "You were asking for it."

You whimpered, every ounce of fight draining from you, as tears start to swell on your eyes. "Please... let me go."

"Don't bother screaming," he says with a twisted grin. "No one's gonna hear you."

You close your eyes, silently praying that someone finds you here. You couldn't bring your body to fight back, as you feel really weak — maybe due to fear and the alcohol.

Just as he moves closer, a blur of motion appeared, and the man was ripped away from you. He hit the ground hard, a startled cry leaving his lips.

"You motherfucker."

Atsumu's voice is low, deadly. Your knees buckles, but you manage to hold yourself upright as you watch him descend on the man, fists flying in a blind rage.

"A-Atsu..." you call out weakly, body still shaking, processing, but he doesn't hear you.

Atsumu's knuckles crack against the man's face again and again. Blood spatters the pavement, but Atsumu showed no sign of stopping. His entire body radiated fury, and you could feel it from where you're standing, trembling.

"Atsu.." you try again, stepping closer.

Finally, he turns to you, his chest heaving, his face contorted in anger as your heart churns upon seeing the look on his face you've never seen before.

"Did he touch you?"

You shake your head quickly, tears spilling from your eyes. "No—"

"Don't fucking lie to me, Y/n." he angrily stops you.

"I-I swear... but he—he was going to. You stopped him." your voice cracks, as if there's a hard lump stuck in your throat.

Atsumu clenches his jaw, his hands shaking as he rake them through his hair. Then, his voice explodes.

"Are you fucking stupid?!"

His words strike you like a slap. You flinch, fresh tears spilling over as he storms towards you.

"Why the hell were you out here alone?!" he yells, his voice a mixture of anger and something desperate. "Do you even realize what could've happened if—" Atsumu stops himself, turning around, placing his hands on his hips as the thought of the guy doing unacceptable things to you crosses his mind, his fist clenching that his knuckles turn white.

You look down, silently crying because of fear — from what happened and from Atsumu's anger.

Osamu appeared then, his face pale as he takes in the scene. The sight of the unconscious man on the ground, Atsumu's angered expression, and you...

"What the hell happened here?" he asks, but none of you answered him.

You could only stand there, trembling under the weight of his fury. "Do you even think, Y/n?" he continued, his voice breaking slightly. "What if he had fucking raped you?!"

You sobbed, the reality sinking in as his words hit their mark.

"Tsumu." Osamu interjected, stepping between you, but Atsumu isn't done.

"Use your fucking brain, Y/n!" Atsumu's voice roars through the stillness, the sheer volume and rage in his tone making you flinch. His chest heaves as he glares at you, fury burning in his eyes. "What the hell are you even doing out here alone?! Did Yuji leave you—"

"N-No... he didn't..." you stammer, your voice barely audible. The words catch in your throat as you struggle to explain yourself, your knees threatening to buckle under the weight of his anger. "I went out here alone.. f-for a smoke..." you whisper, unable to meet his gaze.

Osamu's eyes flick toward you, filled with worry and understanding. He doesn't need to ask what happened. He pieces it together just by the chaos unfolding around him.

"I already told you how fucking revealing your clothes are, and you still chose to go out here by yourself?!" Atsumu's voice is a sharp, harsh. His fury is unrelenting, and all you can do is stand there and take it because, deep down, you know he isn't wrong.

"Tsumu." Osamu tries to calm his brother, his tone firm yet cautious.

But Atsumu ignores him entirely, his focus shifting back to the unconscious man crumpled on the ground.

"Wake up, you disgusting piece of shit," Atsumu growls, seizing the man by his collar.

Without hesitation, he delivers another brutal punch, the sickening sound of flesh hitting flesh ringing in the air.

"Tsumu, that's enough!" Osamu tries to intervene, his hand gripping Atsumu's shoulder, but it's as if Atsumu is trapped in his rage. His vision is tunneled, his wrath consuming him, leaving no room for reasoning.

The groan of the man stirs him awake, his bloodied face contorting in pain as he opens his eyes. Atsumu's jaw tightens, his fury bubbling over into something almost primal.

"Finally, you're fucking awake," Atsumu spits, his voice a low, menacing growl. He yanks the man up by his collar and drags him toward the light, throwing him down with an almost inhuman force.

You and Osamu follow, though your feet feel like lead. You want to stop Atsumu, but the fear twisting in your chest makes it impossible to speak. He is terrifying, and you don't know how to bring him back from the edge.

"Fuck—I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—" the man stammers, his eyes wide with terror as he looks up at Atsumu.

"Oh, you didn't mean to?" Atsumu's laughter is cold and cruel, sending shivers down your spine.

Without warning, his foot collides with the man's face, the impact making him spit blood.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Atsumu bellows, his voice echoing through the parking lot. "You didn't mean to?! What if I run you over with my car and tell you I didn't mean it, huh?!"

He doesn't wait for a response, delivering a vicious kick to the man's abdomen. The man lets out a chokrd cry, curling up in pain as Atsumu looms over him.

"Tsumu, you're gonna kill the guy!" Osamu yells, stepping forward to restrain his brother, but fails.

"I can handle jail, Osamu," Atsumu snaps, his voice steady and cold as steel. He doesn't even glance at his twin, his focus locked on the man writhing at his feet. "Disgusting pieces of shit like this one deserve every fucking hit."

Atsumu stalks toward the man again, his movements deliberate, each step echoing with a terrifying finality.

"Right? Scream all you want, huh?!" His voice rises, mocking the man's earlier words to you with sharp disdain. "No one would fucking hear you!"

You wrap your arms around yourself, clutching your jacket as the sobs wrack your body. The cold air feels like nothing compared to the heavy guilt pressing on your chest. You can't stop the thoughts racing through your mind, wondering if it's your fault you ended up in this mess.

You wish you could scold yourself, hate yourself, for allowing everything to spiral out of control. If only you hadn't let your emotions take over — if only you hadn't let that stupid jacket and the stupid things it stirred inside you get the best of you, maybe none of this would have happened.

Chapter Text

FROM THE PASSENGER SEAT, you stare out the window, watching the city lights blur into streaks. The low hum of passing cars fills the silence, offering a small sense of calm. Tiffany drives with a steady focus, glancing at you now and then. She doesn't ask questions, doesn't prod. She just watches over you quietly, letting the silence speak for itself.

At the arcade, things spiraled quickly. Terushima and Suna had gone looking for you when they realized you'd been gone too long. Atsumu, after learning you stepped out, disappeared himself, leaving them both concerned. They initially assumed he'd just forgotten something inside, but when Osamu followed and none of you came back, worry turned into action. When they finally found you, Atsumu was already pummeling the man who had tried to hurt you.

It was Suna who called security, his voice calm but urgent, while the others focused on the chaos in front of them. The guy barely had time to plead before Atsumu delivered blow after blow. Even as the police arrived, Atsumu didn't let up, his fury relentless. Kita and Osamu stepped in to handle the officers, knowing full well Atsumu wasn't in a state to speak to anyone. Aran and Terushima had to physically pull him away before he did something that couldn't be undone.

Once the man was taken away in handcuffs, Atsumu's focus shifted. He didn't say a word to you after it all. Not one glance, not one comforting gesture. Instead, he asked Osamu to drive him home. Osamu, however, had been kind enough to check on you before they left.

The rest of the group stayed behind with you, each of them making sure you were okay. They tried to console you, but all you could do was nod and tell them you were fine. The truth was, you weren't scared of the man anymore. What lingered was the memory of Atsumu — his anger, his words, his coldness. It stung more than anything else that night. And the guilt of ruining the evening for everyone only added to the ache in your chest.

Eventually, the group dispersed. Suna and Tiffany offered to stay the night at your place, even Reece insisted, but you turned them down. You didn't want to feel like more of a burden. Still, they lingered for a while, reluctant to leave until they were sure you'd be okay. Finally, Tiffany took you home.

"If you're blaming yourself for tonight, stop it," Tiffany says suddenly, breaking the silence.

You don't respond, your gaze fixed on the window, watching the shadows of buildings pass by.

"I mean it, Y/n. I know you're sitting there, thinking it's all your fault, but it's not."

"I'm fine, Tiff." Your voice is calm, but hollow.

"I didn't say you weren't. I'm saying don't blame yourself. I can practically see the subtitle across your forehead—'this is my fault.'"

A faint scoff escapes your lips. "You're so dramatic."

Tiffany shoots you a quick glare. "I'm not trying to be funny, Y/n—"

"And yet, you are." A weak chuckle follows, but it dies quickly, replaced by a heavy sigh.

You keep your gaze fixed on the passing scenery. There's something soothing about it — the rhythm, the quietness, the way it distracts you from the chaos in your head. You're afraid that if you look away, the fragile peace you've managed to hold onto will shatter.

Tiffany's tone softens. "How are you really?"

"I'm okay," you say, and you mean it — at least for the most part.

It's true — you'd been terrified earlier, but when Atsumu arrived, something changed. His presence brought a strange sense of safety, like you could finally breathe again. Still, that safety was overshadowed by his anger. The way his words cut into you replayed over and over in your head.

But you don't blame him. He was right.

Everything he said was right. And yet, something about it nags at you. It's not fear. You're not traumatized by what happened — it doesn't feel like that. It feels... different.

Maybe it's the fact that he got so angry with you. Maybe it's the coldness in his eyes after everything was over.

For now, though, you let it go. You don't want to think about it anymore.

The ride is quiet, the soft hum of the car blending with the occasional whoosh of passing vehicles. Tiffany doesn't ask any more questions, just glancing at you from time to time, silently making sure you're okay. She doesn't push, letting you sit in your silence.

You drift off somewhere along the ride, exhaustion weighing heavily on your body. The next thing you know, the car slows to a stop, jolting you awake. Blinking, you scan the surroundings, confused when you realize you're outside Tiffany's house.

"You want me to stay here?" you ask, already assuming she plans for you to sleep in her room.

"No," she says, unbuckling her seatbelt. "I'm staying with you. Wait here while I grab my things."

You furrow your brows, already trying to protest. "But auntie and uncle—"

"I'm coming with you," she cuts you off firmly. "Just stay put. My parents are already asleep, I'll just text them." She gets out of the car without waiting for another word from you.

You sigh, leaning back against the seat, feeling too drained to argue further. Your phone vibrates in your hand, and you glance at it to see a flood of messages from everyone checking in on you. Every single one of them had sent a text — except Atsumu. You scan their messages briefly, but you don't reply, instead locking your phone and letting it fall into your lap.

The thought of texting him crosses your mind, making your chest tighten. 'Should I? But what would I even say?' You can't get the memory of his anger out of your head, the sharpness of his voice replaying over and over. The frustration bubbles inside you as you rub your temples.

Thankfully, your spiraling thoughts are interrupted when Tiffany returns, bags slung over her shoulder.

"Let's go home," she says with a grin, sliding back into the driver's seat.

The ride to your apartment takes less than ten minutes. The moment you arrive, the two of you settle in quickly. After taking a shower, you step into the kitchen for a glass of water, your gaze drifting to the rose Atsumu had given you.

It's still alive, standing in a little jar of water. You shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. The fact that it's survived this long is almost laughable, considering your complete lack of knowledge about taking care of plants.

Setting the glass down, you grab a cigarette and head out the front door, lighting it almost immediately as your desperate attempt to calm down. The cold air nips at your skin, but you don't mind. The muffled sound of Tiffany's shower is the only noise in the background.

"Meow."

The familiar sound makes you glance toward the gate. The same cat from the night before is sitting there, its tail swaying slowly as it watches you.

"You again?" you murmur, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "What are you doing here so late?" you glance at the wall clock inside, and it's already a quarter after one.

"Meow."

You chuckle softly, shaking your head. "What, were you waiting for me? Are you hungry?"

"Meow..."

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "You're getting used to this, huh? Just so you know, I'm not adopting you."

The cat doesn't seem to care, licking its paw nonchalantly. You sigh, flicking the ash off your cigarette.

"Fine. Wait here."

Heading back inside, you grab some leftover Oyakodon from the fridge. Tiffany steps out of the bathroom as you're rummaging through the kitchen, towel in hand. "What are you doing?" she asks, eyeing the container in your hand.

"Feeding a cat." you reply simply, making your way back to the door.

The cat greets you with an eager meow, hopping off the gate and padding closer. You set the food and water down, watching as it dives into the meal. Leaning against the wall, you light another cigarette, the smoke swirling around you in the night air.

Tiffany joins you a moment later, lighting one of her own. "You alright?" she asks, exhaling a puff of smoke.

You take a deep drag, letting the silence stretch before finally muttering, "I've never seen him that angry before."

Tiffany sighs, leaning against the doorframe. "When Osamu realized you weren't inside, I told him you went out for a smoke. Atsumu disappeared before I could even finish my sentence."

You glance at her, eyebrows furrowing.

"At first, we thought he just forgot something, but when Osamu went after him and neither of you came back, we knew something was wrong," she continues, taking another drag. "By the time we found you, he was already beating the shit out of that guy."

You look down, guilt gnawing at you. The ash from your cigarette falls to the ground as you quietly listen.

"Osamu told me that area's known for creeps like that. That's probably why Atsumu rushed out as soon as he heard where you were," she adds softly.

Her words make your stomach twist, and you drop your gaze, watching the ash from your cigarette fall to the ground.

"It was still our fault for letting you go out alone—"

"It's not your fault," you say firmly, shaking your head. "I chose to go out alone. None of you had anything to do with it."

"Still—"

"I said no, Tiff." you cut her off.

Tiffany doesn't argue, instead taking another drag and letting the silence settle between you.

The cat finishes its meal and, instead of leaving, curls up at your feet and closes its eyes. You're caught off guard, watching as it begins to purr softly.

"I think he likes you," Tiffany comments, breaking the silence.

Her words make you glance at her, your heart skipping a beat.

She exhales a puff of smoke, her gaze distant. "The look on his face earlier..." she starts, trailing off as if piecing together her thoughts. "It wasn't just a typical 'rescue the damsel' moment. He looked like he would've killed that guy on the spot if you'd been hurt more."

You say nothing, staring blankly ahead as her words pull you back to Atsumu's earlier outburst, his voice still echoing in your head.

"Why don't you talk to him?" Tiffany's voice snaps you out of it, and you turn to her, frowning.

"About what?" you ask, trying to keep your tone neutral despite the tightness in your chest.

She tilts her head, unimpressed by your deflection. "About what happened. About what you heard. About what you feel—I don't know!!" She throws her hands up dramatically, sarcastic. "I'm not the one who likes him!"

Her words hit like a smack, and you roll your eyes to mask your unease. "After you teased me with Eita and Yuji right in front of him?"

She laughs, unrepentant. "I did that on purpose, duh. Wanted to see how he'd react."

"I noticed," you deadpan.

Her laugh dies down, and her expression softens into something more serious. "But seriously. Just talk to him. He clearly likes you. Whatever you overheard was probably just a misunderstanding."

You let her words sink in as she takes another drag of her cigarette, the smoke swirling between you.

"I know I said I liked Eita for you," Tiffany starts, and you look over at her, catching her gaze. "But after seeing Atsumu earlier... I don't know." She chuckles softly, dragging on her cigarette. "At least I know he won't let anything happen to you. You're safe when you're with him."

Her words stir something in you, and your heart beats a little faster. For a moment, it almost feels like you should pick up the phone and call him right now, but you hesitate, still unsure of what to say or how to approach the situation.

"I don't know," you murmur, looking away. "He's pretty mad at me."

She scoffs, her voice shifting slightly. "Of course, he's mad—but you know what?" Tiffany suddenly stands up straighter, pointing a finger at you. "As much as I love you and would totally murder that creep myself—why the hell did you even go outside? What made you go out for a smoke like that?"

You feel her gaze on you, expectant, waiting for an answer. You sigh, feeling the weight of the question.

"Hm?" she sarcastically raises her brows, pushing you to answer her, so you look away.

"I saw Reece wearing his jacket—"

"Seriously?!" she blurts, eyes wide in disbelief.

You glare at her, fully expecting her to scold you for being so reckless, but instead, she bursts into loud laughter, so unexpected that you instantly panic, afraid the neighbors might hear.

"What the hell, Tiff, shut up—"

"HAHAHAHA! The fuck!?" she laughs, wiping tears from her eyes as she recovers, still chuckling.

You groan, shaking your head in frustration, your face heating up with embarrassment.

"Pretty stupid reason, if you ask me," she says once she catches her breath, still giggling, "..but I get it. HAHAHA!"

You roll your eyes, taking another drag of your cigarette, feeling both annoyed and amused.

The two of you settle into a comfortable silence, the laughter fading into the quiet night. You feel a sense of ease with her there, but in the back of your mind, you can't shake the thoughts about what happened with Atsumu. You don't feel ready to talk about Terushima just yet, so you let it go for now.

After a while, the conversation dies down, and you both prepare for bed. Tiffany immediately falls into a deep sleep, her breathing steady beside you. You, on the other hand, stay awake, staring at the ceiling as your thoughts race. You can't stop thinking about what Tiffany said, about talking to Atsumu.

You wonder if you'll be able to face him tomorrow, with everything that's happened. You pushed him away, and yet, he still stepped in to protect you. You don't know how you'll manage to face him again, and the uncertainty hangs heavily on you.

•

The ride home was unbearable, the air inside the car thick with tension. Osamu stole glances at Atsumu, slumped in the passenger seat. Atsumu's jaw was set while eyes were closed, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his brows drawn in a permanent scowl. The raw energy radiating off him made the silence feel oppressive, suffocating.

He's not asleep, Osamu knows. Atsumu doesn't sleep when he's mad.

Atsumu had refused to drive, tossing the keys at Osamu without a word. That alone told Osamu everything. Atsumu rarely backed down from anything, let alone relinquished control. Whatever storm was raging inside him now was something far beyond Osamu's ability to handle.

The memory of earlier played on a loop in Osamu's head — Atsumu's fists flying, his face contorted with unrelenting anger. Osamu hadn't seen him like that in years — since they were kids, when Atsumu had nearly lost it over a playground scuffle. But that anger was child's play compared to tonight. This wasn't the same.

The car came to a halt in the garage, and Atsumu was out before the engine had fully stopped. He moved with purpose, every step a silent declaration to leave him alone. Osamu follows, grateful their father is already asleep — he had made sure to text ahead, letting him know they'd be back late.

"Tsumu," Osamu called, his voice hesitant.

Atsumu stopped halfway up the stairs, his back rigid as he turned his head slightly, just enough to show he was listening.

"Your hand," Osamu says, motioning to the visible cuts and bruises. His concern deepens at the thought of a possible fracture.

Atsumu glances at it briefly, as if only just remembering it was there. "I'll deal with it," he mutters, his tone clipped, before continuing up the stairs without another word.

Osamu sighs heavily, watching his brother retreat. The sound of a door shutting upstairs echoed through the quiet house, leaving Osamu alone with his thoughts. He trudged to his room, dropping onto the bed and staring at the ceiling. He stares at the ceiling for a moment before grabbing his phone to text Akira. She's probably asleep, but the idea of her voice comforts him — and he really needs an anchor to ground him tonight.

Meanwhile, Atsumu shuts the door to his room and heads straight to the bathroom. He turns on the faucet, hissing as the cold water runs over his injured knuckles, washing away the dried blood.

"Fuck." he mutters under his breath, the pain biting deeper than he anticipated.

He's fairly sure his dominant hand is more fractured than the other, but he doesn't care. The memory of what happened earlier still burns in his mind. That man deserved every punch, and Atsumu would make sure he stays behind bars. If it means following up with the police personally, then so be it.

He splashed water on his face, trying to cool the anger still simmering beneath the surface. But the moment his eyes met his reflection in the mirror, it all came flooding back — the fear in your eyes, the rage that consumed him, the feeling of his fist connecting over and over until someone had to pull him off.

After quickly showering to clear his head, Atsumu towels his hair dry, wincing every time his injured hand brushes against something. Just as he's about to lie down, there's a knock on his door.

He barely makes it to his bed before a knock at the door made him freeze.

"Who is it?" he blurts, irritated.

"It's me," Osamu's voice comes through.

Atsumu sighs, dragging himself to the door. He yanks it open, barely sparing Osamu a glance before retreating back to his bed and collapsing onto it.

Osamu steps in, first-aid kit in hand, his expression unreadable. He shut the door quietly and approached the bed, watching his brother warily.

"How's your hand?" he asks.

"Fine," Atsumu replies curtly, eyes shut.

Osamu sighs, setting the kit down. "Sit up. Let me wrap it."

"I said I'm fine—"

"Don't be stubborn," Osamu interrupts firmly. "You've got a tryout on Saturday. Just let me do this before that gets worse."

Atsumu glares at him but eventually relents, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding out his left hand.

Osamu sits beside him and inspects it carefully, relieved that Atsumu at least cleaned it. He starts unwrapping the bandage with practiced hands.

"You want to tell me what happened?" Osamu asks quietly as he started wrapping the hand.

"You were there," Atsumu snaps, glaring at him. "Don't act like you don't know—"

"I mean with Y/n," Osamu clarifies, his voice calm but firm.

Atsumu looks away immediately, his jaw tightening. "What about her?"

"You didn't have to yell at her like that." Osamu says, meeting his brother'd gaze.

Atsumu pulled his hand back, but Osamu didn't let go, earning a light wince from Atsumu.

"She needed to know what she did wrong." Atsumu sighs through gritted teeth.

"It wasn't her fault—"

"I know that," Atsumu's glare darkened. "But she knew better, Samu. It was dark, and she went out alone. She put herself in danger."

"She didn't know what would happen—"

"Exactly!" Atsumu barks, his voice rising. "She didn't think. None of them did! What if—" He stopped, his voice breaking as he clenched his jaw.

"Tsumu..."

Atsumu looks away, his shoulders slumping. "I can't stop thinking about .." Atsumu admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "What if I hadn't gotten there in time?"

"But you did."

Atsumu looks away, his jaw working as he clenches and unclenches it. "Doesn't make it okay," he mutters.

Osamu sighs but doesn't respond, the weight of the unspoken tension pressing down on the room. The only sound is the quiet rustling of the bandages as he wraps Atsumu's left hand with care. Once finished, he gestures for Atsumu's other hand, his movements methodical as he works.

"Are you going to talk to her tomorrow?" Osamu finally asks, his voice low.

"I'm not going to school." Atsumu answers, his tone clipped.

Osamu looks up, surprised. "What? Why—"

"I want to rest." Atsumu cuts him off before he can finish. "I've got a tryout on Saturday." he adds bluntly, his eyes remaining shut as if the conversation is an inconvenience.

Osamu bites back a response, choosing instead to focus on the task at hand. His fingers work with practiced precision, but his thoughts are racing. Something about Atsumu's demeanor gnaws at him. Something feels different.

The silence between them is heavy, the air thick with words left unsaid. When Osamu finally finishes, he sits back, preparing to leave, but Atsumu's voice cuts through the quiet.

"How is she?"

Osamu stops, startled by the question. He looks at Atsumu, who still hasn't opened his eyes.

"How's who?" he asks, though he already knows the answer.

"You know who," Atsumu mutters, finally cracking one eye open to meet his brother's gaze.

Osamu raises an eyebrow, "Why don't you ask her yourself? She's probably still awake—"

"Tsk." Atsumu scoffs, making Osamu narrow his eyes, further confirming the theory in his head.

Osamu exhales slowly, debating how to approach what's been on his mind all night. "Are you... in some kind of relationship with her?" he asks carefully.

Atsumu stiffens, his jaw tightening. "No." he says, a little too quickly.

Osamu leans back, nodding, his expression unimpressed. "Right. Because you've been nothing but cool and casual around her all night."

Atsumu frowns. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you couldn't keep your emotions in check. You had something to say every time we teased her about other guys. Don't think I didn't notice you glaring at Yuji when he got too close... And let's not even talk about the way you blew up at her earlier—"

"That's ridiculous—"

"No, what's ridiculous is how obvious you're being," Osamu interrupts, his voice calm but firm. "You weren't just worried, Tsumu. You were downright furious, and not just at what happened. There's more to it, isn't there?"

Atsumu's lips press into a thin line, and he looks away. His heartbeat pounds in his ears, but he keeps his expression blank.

"Anyone would've reacted that way—"

"Not like how you did." Osamu shoots back. His gaze sharpens, and Atsumu knows he's been cornered."Spit it out already," Osamu adds when Atsumu doesn't respond.

Atsumu looks down, debating whether to tell his brother the truth or just keep lying, even though he knew he sucks at it.

"I can literally read you like an open book right now, just fess up already—"

"Fine!" Atsumu groans, throwing his head back against the bed, catching Osamu off guard. "We slept together—a few times. And yeah, I like her, alright? You happy now??"

Osamu blinks, stunned into silence.

Atsumu exhales heavily, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as guilt churns in his chest.

"But then she shut me out. No explanation, no warning—just like that, everything was gone. It's like it never even happened." His voice hardens, the frustration bleeding through. "And she didn't even have the decency to tell me what I did wrong."

Osamu listens, his chest tightening with guilt as he recalls teasing Y/n with other guys earlier, completely oblivious to what his twin was feeling.

"And you know what's pathetic?" Atsumu continues, a bitter laugh escaping him. "I wanted mom to meet her."

Osamu's eyes widen at the confession, unsure how to respond.

"So yeah," Atsumu says, his voice quieter now. "When she left with Yuji, I was mad—jealous. But when we got back and she wasn't there..." He pauses, the memory sending a fresh wave of anger and fear through him. "I was terrified something happened to her."

Osamu stays frozen, unsure of what to say. He didn't expect that his brother would open up to him right now, but now that he has, he's at loss for words.

A brief silence falls over the two of them, and Atsumu lets himself feel everything he's been suppressing ever since his last conversation with you by the school's parking lot. With how fear masked your eyes while you looked at him earlier, it felt like he was stabbed at the chest, seeing you cry in fear... and he scolds himself on why he couldn't control his anger earlier — that he yelled at you.

Osamu finally finds his voice, speaking softly. "You should talk to her, Tsumu."

"I already did," Atsumu replies, his tone colder now. "And I'm still mad. I don't want to talk to her like this. I yelled at her—she's been through enough."

"That's why talk to her once you've calmed down—"

"I'm not in the mood, Samu." he cuts his brother off, throwing his arm to cover his eyes. "I wanna sleep. Thanks for this—but I just don't wanna talk about it right now."

Osamu studies his brother, the weight of the night settling heavily on both of them. There's nothing more to say, but the unspoken emotions linger in the space between them.

Osamu sighs, knowing that there's no way his brother would talk to him about it further.

"Alright, rest well. Tomorrow, I'll cook you some breakfast and make sure you eat it—last time dad made you some you left it—"

Osamu's cut off when Atsumu glares at him, making him shrug and chuckle.

"Alright alright, I'll stop." he says before grabbing the kit and heading outside, closing the door quietly.

Atsumu exhales before closing his eyes again, forcing himself to fall asleep because he'd only drown in his thoughts and own anger if he lets himself stay awake.

THE NEXT MORNING, Atsumu stays in his room, the walls offering a silence he welcomes. He wakes briefly when Osamu stops by to check on him before leaving, the sound of his door shutting moments later signaling his brother's departure. Even when his dad tries to strike up a conversation before leaving for work, Atsumu brushes him off with a curt reply, shutting himself away again.

Hunger eventually drives him out of bed, and he drags himself to the kitchen to eat the meal Osamu left for him. His movements are slow, deliberate, as he tries to avoid aggravating his injured hands. The pain is worse today, the ache sharp and unrelenting despite the painkillers he popped earlier.

After forcing himself to eat, he heads back to his room and collapses on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His phone buzzes occasionally, lighting up with messages he has no intention of answering. Messages from everyone last night, even from Tiffany, thanking him for what he did last night.

But none from you.

Atsumu exhales sharply, the thought bothering him. Part of him wants to call you, to see you, to fix the distance that's grown between you. But the anger simmering inside holds him back. He knows he's not ready to talk — not when the frustration is still fresh.

His phone vibrates again, pulling him out of his thoughts. He reaches for it, expecting another message he'll ignore, but pauses when he sees it's from Samu.

Atsumu doesn't bother replying to Osamu's last message. All that matters is that you're okay. Just knowing that is enough to loosen the knot in his chest. With his mind somewhat at ease, sleep comes easier, pulling him into a deep, dreamless rest.

Hours pass. When Atsumu wakes up, the first thing he feels is the dull throb in his head, a consequence of oversleeping. He groans, squinting at the clock.

It's already quarter to 6 PM. His brows furrow in mild disbelief — he hadn't meant to sleep that long.

Sitting up, he flexes his fingers, testing the movement of his hands. The plaster on both feels snug, and to his surprise, the sharp pain from earlier is gone.

'Must be the painkillers,' he thinks to himself as he stretches.

His stomach growls, reminding him that he hasn't eaten since the morning. He heads to the fridge, hoping to find something decent, but the sight of yesterday's leftovers makes him grunt in frustration. Not in the mood to reheat anything, he quickly places an online food order before slumping onto the couch to wait.

He pops another painkiller, rubbing his hands gently. His mind drifts to tomorrow's volleyball tryout. His dominant hand still feels stiff, but at least the pain is manageable. He figures he'll push through it — it's not like he has a choice.

Growing restless, Atsumu picks up his phone, scrolling through his messages. Most are the usual — updates from Osamu, a few random ones from Terushima — but something catches his eye.

Reece.

Atsumu's brows knit together. There are multiple unread messages from her, sent at different times throughout the day. His curiosity piqued, Atsumu opens the thread and begins reading through them.

Atsumu almost scoffs as he reads through Reece's messages, finding them more absurd with each passing line. The way she keeps texting him, as if they have some sort of relationship, is baffling — and frankly, a little irritating.

Shaking his head, he finally decides to respond, though not out of interest. He just wants his jacket back — and he's hoping she gave it to Osamu. Upon replying, Atsumu is surprised that she instantly responds.

With a groan, he picks it up, ready to silence her notifications entirely. Yet, curiosity wins out, and he opens the conversation.

Chapter Text

"I hate this game," you mutter under your breath, hands on your knees as you catch your breath.

Volleyball is your sport for PE this prelims, and now, it's your turn to serve. You've only been playing for ten minutes, but it feels like it's been hours. After a brief introduction to the rules of the game, your professor sent everyone off to change into their PE uniforms and head to the court.

Now, you're paying the price.

"Nice serve, Y/n!" Tiffany calls out teasingly from the other side of the net, her grin wide enough to make you glare at her.

"Shut up." you mouth back, closing your eyes to block out the humiliation waiting for you.

The professor blows the whistle, signaling for you to serve. You almost flinch, wanting to crawl into a hole and disappear.

"Come on, Y/n!" Liv yells from the bench where she's sitting with Semi and Hiro, their laughter making your frustration boil over.

Apparently, their class has ended and for obvious reasons, decided to watch your PE class.

"Fuck." you groan, feeling the weight of the entire court's eyes on you.

"You've got eight seconds, or your team loses the point," your professor reminds you, his tone is light but amused.

"Ugh, screw this," you grumble under your breath.

With nothing left to lose, you toss the ball into the air and swing your arm.

~Thwack!~

You miss — spectacularly... painful.

The ball sails in the wrong direction and lands squarely on the head of a poor classmate. The entire court erupts in laughter as you slap your hands over your mouth in horror.

"Oh my god—I'm so sorry!" you cry, rushing to your classmate, who just waves you off with a chuckle.

"It's fine, don't worry about it," he says, still laughing.

Across the court, Tiffany is practically doubled over, laughing so hard she has to hold onto the net for support.

"HAHAHAHA! You're hopeless!" she howls, earning a pout from you as your cheeks turn bright red.

Desperate, you turn to your professor, who's also busy laughing at the scene.

"Prof, I'm seriously not cut out for this," you plead. "Can't I just do a special project or something instead?"

"Not a chance," he replies, still grinning.

"Don't be unfair, Y/n!" Tiffany chimes in, swinging around the net dramatically. "Just play and let's get this over with!"

Your classmates join in the teasing, their laughter ringing across the court as you glare daggers at Tiffany.

Meanwhile, on the sidelines, Semi and the others are having the time of their lives. Liv is snapping photo after photo of your annoyed face, catching every moment of your hilarious frustration. Your expression is a mix of murder and resignation, but you grit your teeth and comply — after all, you need the grade.

The game continues, with Tiffany serving next. She jump serves, deliberately aiming the ball in your direction. Predictably, you miss the receive, earning groans from your teammates and giving Tiffany's team another point to widen their lead.

"Better step up your game, dancer," Tiffany taunts, smugly shrugging as the two of you come face to face at the net.

Her team is now nine points ahead, and they already won the first set. You roll your eyes at her exaggerated confidence.

"I literally taught you how to receive in high school!" she laughs, her grin infuriating.

"I can receive, just not balls that feel like they'll tear my arm off," you snap back, earning a dramatic gasp from her.

"I'm not even at 100 percent—you're just being a baby," she fires back, laughing when you groan in frustration.

The professor's whistle interrupts your banter, and your teammate successfully sends the ball flying back over the net. Despite your hatred for volleyball, you try to focus. You might suck at it, but your dancer's instincts kick in. You watch your teammates' movements like you'd observe a choreography, doing your best to mimic them.

Slowly but surely, you start to adapt.

Now, you find yourself in position with two teammates, preparing to block Tiffany's spike. You don't know if you're doing it right, but you follow your classmates' lead, focusing on their timing.

Three... two... one...

Jump!

~ Plak !!!~

Gasps and cheers erupt from the court as you miraculously block Tiffany's spike — completely by accident.

"Wooww!!!" your classmates scream in surprise.

"Alright! Nice one, Y/n!" Liv and Hiro shout from the sidelines, their voices ringing with excitement.

You stand there, frozen, staring at Tiffany with wide eyes.

"You little—" Tiffany gapes at you, equal parts impressed and shocked.

And then, being swept up in the moment, you burst out laughing, the pride of having stopped your best friend's spike bubbling to the surface.

"Not bad, L/n," one of your teammates praises, clapping you on the back.

"I might actually quit dancing and go pro after this," you joke, grinning from ear to ear.

Tiffany finally breaks into laughter, shaking her head. "Alright alright, I'll give you that one."

The game drags on, and no matter how hard you try, you can't seem to replicate that one perfect block you got on Tiffany. Every time she spikes the ball, you miss your chance to block her, and she laughs, her teasing growing with each failed attempt.

It's frustrating, but you're stuck on the court until the game ends. The class is divided into groups of six, and since there's no way to sub out, you're stuck in this madness until it's finally over. The one silver lining? Once this game ends, you'll get to sit back and relax while the others play their rounds.

Tiffany's team is already nine points ahead, you've managed to steal at least 3 points from them but it feels unfair — considering most of her team has experience with volleyball compared to yours.

On the sidelines, Semi watches you closely, a mix of admiration and curiosity in his eyes. It's obvious you're not a volleyball player, but there's something about how you move on the court that catches his attention. Despite the chaos, he notices the control you have over your body — it's fluid, almost graceful. And then it clicks. You're a dancer. That explains everything. Even when you're struggling, there's a rhythm to your movements that doesn't make you look awkward.

"You're drooling, buddy," Hiro nudges Semi, pulling him out of his trance.

"I'm not," Semi protests, brushing Hiro off, but his gaze stays fixed on you. There's something about how you're so determined to keep going, even when it's obvious you're not enjoying it.

Hiro snickers, but Semi doesn't seem to care. He's too absorbed in watching you.

"Yeah, you are," Hiro teases, but Semi doesn't respond. His attention remains on you, a small smile creeping onto his face.

Liv notices and grins. "What's going on?—wait... why's Tei so red?"

"He's blushing 'cause of Y/n—"

"Shut up," Semi mutters, his voice quieter, embarrassed, but Hiro and Liv share a knowing look before bursting into laughter.

Semi sighs, his arms crossed, looking at them with a half-annoyed, half-amused expression. "Can you two be quiet and just watch—"

But just as he says that, a loud thud echoes through the gym, snapping everyone's attention back to the game.

"Oh my god!" Tiffany gasps, and instantly, Liv, Hiro, and Semi jump to their feet.

You're on the ground, hands clutching your face as the ball from the opposing team spikes right into your nose. The pain is immediate and sharp, and for a second, you can't even process what's happening. Your vision spins, your head throbs, and dizziness washes over you.

The guy who spiked the ball is already rushing to your side. "Shit—I'm sorry, L/n!" he says quickly, clearly panicked.

Tiffany is right behind him, kneeling beside you with wide, worried eyes. "Are you okay?" she asks, but you can barely hear her over the pounding in your head.

All you can focus on is the searing pain radiating from your nose and the dizziness that follows it. "Fuck, fuck," you curse under your breath, trying to push through it, but it feels like your skull is splitting in two.

"I didn't mean to!" the guy who spiked the ball insists, his voice anxious. "The ball slipped out of my hands—I swear! I'm so sorry!" He moves to help you sit up, but you wave him off weakly, still holding your face.

"It's fine," you murmur, blinking rapidly to clear your vision. "Really... I'm fine."

Tiffany frowns, clearly not convinced. "You sure? Want me to spike a ball at his head to make it fair?" she says, her tone somewhere between joking and genuine concern.

The guy looked at Tiffany with worried eyes, concerned that she might really do it, but Tiffany glares at him for a brief moment before returning her attention back to you.

You let out a weak chuckle, forcing the pain back as you try to make light of the situation. "No, no... I'm okay." You glance up at your professor, who's crouching next to you now, his expression serious.

He carefully checks your eyes, then gently lifts your chin to examine your face. "What are you feeling? Dizzy? Nauseous? Headache?" he asks, concern lacing his voice as he checks for any sign of concussion.

You shake your head slowly, trying to push through the haze. "No... I think I'm good. Just a little dizzy."

"Are you sure?" he presses, his hands steadying you. "Do you want me to escort you to the clinic?"

You quickly cut him off, forcing a tired smile. "No, sir. I'm fine. Really." You remember last night, how you felt like an inconvenience, and you don't want to go through that again. "At least the game's over," you add, turning to Tiffany with a weak smile. "Congrats," you say softly, but Tiffany only frowns deeper.

"You can go home now, since your game's over. You should rest. Can you walk to the bench?" the professor suggests, still looking at you with concern.

You nod, signaling to Tiffany to help you up. She does, along with a few of your classmates, and though you feel a little lightheaded, you're relieved that the dizziness is mostly gone.

Tiffany helps you walk toward the bench, where Semi and the others are waiting. You sit down carefully, grateful for the chance to finally rest.

"You wanna go home? But you don't have your car," Tiffany asks as she helps you to the bench, where Semi and the others are already waiting, their faces etched with concern.

Since Tiffany had stayed over at your place last night, she insisted on driving you today. You didn't argue, mainly because you weren't in the mood to drive after the game.

"Y/n! Are you okay?" Semi's voice is full of worry as he gently helps you sit down.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you reply, trying to sound more convincing than you feel. "The pain's starting to ease up." You clear your throat and shake your head to shake off the lingering dizziness.

Tiffany hesitates, glancing between you and Semi. "Do you want to go home? Can you drive yourself? Because, you know, I'm not the one who got hit in the face, so prof won't let me leave."

She had quietly asked the professor earlier, right after he told you that you could go home, if she could leave too, but he turned her down.

Semi looks at you, a bit confused. "You don't have your car here?"

"Yeah, I slept at her place last night and used my car to get here." Tiffany chimes in, confirming your explanation.

"I can get you home," Semi suddenly blurts out, catching both you and Tiffany off guard. His gaze shifts to you, his expression unreadable. "But can you ride on the motorcycle?"

You look at him, surprised by the offer. After a brief pause, you sigh. "I guess..."

Tiffany's mood shifts. There's a seriousness in her eyes now as she folds her arms. "Okay, then. Have Eita take you home," she says, her voice softer than before but still firm. She's clearly upset by the way the game went, after the guy spiked the ball into your face.

"I can still stay here. I can wait for you," you protest, not wanting to leave her if she's worried.

"No," Tiffany cuts you off, her tone softer now. "Y/n, go home and rest. I know you haven't had enough sleep after last night—" She falters for a moment, realizing she almost let what happened slip. Her face flushes as she tries to cover up. "Just go home, okay? I'll stay at your place again tonight."

You just nod, because you don't wanna argue anymore.

She then abruptly turns to Semi, catching him a bit off guard. "You—get her home safely, okay???"

Semi blinks, "Of course, I will.." He chuckles, but Tiffany doesn't answer anymore.

After a few minutes, Tiffany approaches your professor, explaining that she'll escort you to the parking lot and return quickly. He nods in approval, and she immediately leads you out of the gym, her arm firmly around your shoulder as though you've suffered some life-threatening injury. Despite your repeated protests that you're fine, she refuses to listen.

The next groups are already starting their match as you leave the gym, with Semi, Hiro, and Liv trailing close behind. Their worried glances make you feel both cared for and mildly annoyed.

Inside the bathroom, you change into a fresh shirt, relieved to shed the sweat-soaked discomfort of your PE uniform. As you step out of the stall, Tiffany waits, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.

"He texted you yet?" she asks, her tone nonchalant but loaded.

"Who?"

She rolls her eyes. "Who else? Atsumu."

You let out a long sigh, walking to the mirror. "I don't have my phone with me, remember?"

Tiffany blinks before bursting into a sheepish laugh. "Oh, right! I forgot you left it at home this morning."

The two of you were almost late to your first class this morning because you didn't hear your alarm. Exhaustion from the night before had both of you scrambling, and in the rush, you forgot your phone on your bedside table, so you've been phone-less the whole day.

"Not like it matters," you mutter bitterly, turning on the faucet. "He wouldn't text me anyway."

Tiffany scoffs, brushing her hair over her shoulder as she examines her reflection. "At least his brother checked on you. Guess someone cares." she adds, making you chuckle. "And the guy's absent the whole day—he must really hate you that much." she teases, and you just laugh at her, though not genuine.

Her words sting, though you know she doesn't mean to hurt you. You stay quiet, focusing on the cool water running over your hands. Atsumu's frustration from last night is still fresh in your mind. He had been mad — justifiably so, you think — but guilt nags at you, along with a growing desire to set things right.

"What'r you thinkin'?" Tiffany asks, snapping you out of your thoughts as her gaze catches yours in the mirror.

You hesitate before answering, drying your hands with a paper towel. "Just... about what you said," you say softly.

"Which part?" she prompts, turning to face you fully.

You glance at her briefly before looking back down. "That maybe it was all a misunderstanding... the phone call, I mean."

Tiffany sighs, her tone softening. "Look, just talk to him, okay? You'll feel better once you clear things up."

"I know," you admit, surprising even yourself. "I will. Just... not today. Maybe soon."

She raises an eyebrow but smiles faintly. "Take your time," she says, then her tone shifts to something teasing. "But if you keep dragging your feet, I swear I'll send you every YouTube tutorial I can find on how to stop being emotionally constipated."

You can't help but laugh, shaking your head. "Thanks for the support," you say, dry but amused.

"Just learn how to fucking communicate—geez!" she grins, looping her arm through yours before dragging you out the bathroom.

The two of you step out of the bathroom and spot the others waiting just outside. Liv and Hiro are locked in a lively argument, their laughter echoing down the corridor, while Semi leans casually against the wall, hands tucked into his pockets. He chuckles occasionally at their antics, his relaxed demeanor contrasting with their chaos.

"Y/n!" Hiro exclaims, spinning toward you with an exaggerated grin. "How are you? Still remember me? Or do you think you're a fox now? Or maybe an eagle—"

Before he can finish, Liv smacks him upside the head, rolling her eyes. "Stop being so dumb," she says, making you laugh despite yourself.

"I'm fine, Hiro, thanks for asking," you reply, shaking your head at his over-the-top concern.

"You sure you're okay? Not feeling dizzy at all?" Semi asks, his brows furrowed slightly as he steps closer. "If you're not comfortable riding a motorcycle, I could borrow Liv's car instead and—"

"I'm really okay," you assure him with a small smile. "You guys don't have to treat me like I'm a fragile toddler, I promise."

Semi chuckles softly, his lips curving into a slight smile, but Hiro isn't done yet.

"Or, you know, if you do get dizzy, you could always just hug Tei for—"

"Anyway." Semi interrupts, clearing his throat in a vain attempt to hide the redness creeping up his neck. Tiffany and Liv burst out laughing, both thoroughly enjoying his flustered state.

"Alright, alright," Tiffany says, looping her arm around yours and steering you away before Hiro can say anything else. "Let's get moving. Prof's gonna lose it if I'm gone too long."

Semi excuses himself to grab a spare helmet from his locker while the rest of you make your way down the hall towards the parking lot. Tiffany, Liv, and Hiro dive back into their usual playful banter, their energy filling the space around you.

You listen quietly, letting their chatter wash over you like background noise. You'd normally join in, but today you can't quite muster the energy to match their enthusiasm. So instead, you stay in step with Tiffany, listening as she laughs at something Liv says, focusing on their laughter as you silently collect your thoughts.

Liv bursts out laughing, her voice echoing through the hallway. "Oh my God! I remember taking a ball to the face once, too!"

Hiro smirks, the teasing practically dripping from his tone. "I really hope you don't mean what I think you mean—"

"Ugh, you're disgusting!" Liv snaps, her hand flying out to smack him on the arm. The slap is loud, sharp, and followed by your collective laughter.

"What?!" Hiro grins, feigning innocence but clearly enjoying himself. "You gotta be more specific about what kind of ball hit you—"

"A basketball, you idiot! Screw you!" Liv growls, her frustration bubbling over as she kicks at him. Hiro sidesteps, barely dodging her foot, and bursts out laughing again.

Tiffany shakes her head with mock exasperation. "Are we just gonna gloss over the fact that you got hit in the face with a basketball?" she laughs, imagining how painful it must've been.

Liv rolls her eyes, crossing her arms with a huff. 'Yeah, back in first year of high school. Broke my nose pretty bad."

Hiro doesn’t miss a beat. "Well, it still looks pretty bad now, so... what's the difference?"

Liv glares daggers at him, her patience officially gone. "I swear to God, Hiro, if you don't shut up—"

Her outburst sends everyone into another fit of laughter, and for a moment, everything feels light. Easy.

But then you glance toward the gate that leads to the school parking lot, and your heart stops.

Atsumu.

He's walking — almost running — toward the entrance, his strides hurried. His eyes scan the group, but the moment they meet yours, his steps falter. Something in the air shifts, heavier now, like all the noise around you fades into the background. His gaze locks onto you, steady yet unclear, and suddenly, it feels like the world has narrowed to just the two of you.

"Y/n." he says, his chest tightening upon finally seeing you again.

Your heart squeezes, your hands turning clammy. You've spent all day replaying last night's argument in your mind, overanalyzing every word, every moment. You thought you wanted to see him — to talk, to fix things — but now that he's here, you're frozen.

Tiffany — though surprised — is the first to break the silence, stepping in with her usual energy when you fail to reply. "Hey! My favorite Miya!" she calls out, striding towards him with exaggerated cheer.

Atsumu tears his eyes away from you for a brief second to glance at her. "Hey," he replies softly, but his focus almost immediately snaps back to you.

You look away, not being able to handle how your heart could almost leap out your throat.

Tiffany forces a laugh, raising her hand for a high-five. "What's up? Why were you absent? You good?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he replies, his tone polite but distracted. His eyes then searches your face, "How are you, Y/n?"

The lump in your throat is too thick, the weight of his attention too heavy. You lower your gaze, avoiding the intensity in his eyes.

Liv steps in, her bluntness breaking through the tension. "Hi!" she says brightly, waving a little too enthusiastically.

"Oh, right." Tiffany chuckles awkwardly, waving a hand between the two. "How rude of me.." She gestures to Atsumu. "This is Atsumu Miya," then points to Liv and Hiro. "And these two are Liv and Hiro—and... Eita..."

As if on cue, Semi appears, helmet in hand, his stride purposeful. He slows slightly when he notices Atsumu, his expression cooling just a fraction. Their eyes meet. It's a brief exchange, but the tension between them is palpable.

"Oh," Liv murmurs, her tone turning teasing as realization dawns. "You're Atsumu?" She glances at you knowingly, the memory of Semi sulking because of him during the party clearly surfacing.

Hiro glances between Semi and Atsumu, catching onto the undercurrent of rivalry. The once-lighthearted atmosphere has shifted, the air thick with unspoken emotions.

Semi is the first to speak, "Hey, man. How's it going?"

Atsumu doesn't miss a beat. "Good. You?"

"Same." Semi replies, and silence immediately follows.

Atsumu wonders if Semi knows about last night — about the incident, about the two of you — but he doesn't care. All he knows is that he needs to talk to you. He does his best to stay calm, though the memory of Semi's words to you in the locker area the other day still simmers like an annoying tinnitus he wants to get rid of.

Tiffany, caught in the tension crackling between the two, clears her throat awkwardly. She grabs your arm and loops hers through it, pulling you slightly away from the standoff.

"So... I really need to get back to the gym." she chirps, forcing a light chuckle in an attempt to diffuse the weight in the air.

Semi smiles at her comment, but his focus quickly returns to you. "We can go now if you're ready, Y/n—"

"Where?" Atsumu interjects almost immediately.

Everyone turns to him, startled by the suddenness of his tone. You avert your gaze, feeling Tiffany's grip on your arm tighten. If she weren't enjoying the drama so much, she might have dragged you out of there already. 'If only Tarou were here', she thinks to herself, biting back a grin. This would be even better.

Atsumu's eyes flick to you for a moment before landing back on Semi. You remain silent, your mind racing but fixated on him.

"I'll get her home," Semi replies casually, his voice deliberately calm. But his eyes betray him — a flicker of irritation peeking through.

"You'll get her home?" Atsumu repeats, his tone a mixture of incredulity and irritation. "Why?"

Tiffany lets out a strained laugh, desperate to break the building tension. "Well, uh, Y/n got hit in the face during volleyball," she explains in a rushed tone, as if trying to convince herself that she can still salvage this. "Prof Marvs let her leave early to rest since our set's done. But! She doesn't have her car 'cause we used mine earlier, and, you know, I can't drive her home since I wasn't hit by the ball in my face—"

"Come with me. I'll take you home." Atsumu cuts her off, his eyes locked on you.

All eyes snap to him.

Your brows knit together at his abruptness, and he recognizes the look on your face — the one that says you're irritated, the one that says you don't appreciate being put on the spot. But he doesn't care. Not now. He's desperate enough to let everyone see how much he needs to talk to you.

Hiro, Liv, and Tiffany exchange glances, their expressions a mix of shock and intrigue. It's like they're watching the climax of a drama unfold in real time.

Semi lets out a dry chuckle, his calm demeanor cracking just slightly. "Excuse me?" he says, his voice cool but tinged with irritation.

"I need to talk to her," he states flatly, his words laced with a quiet insistence. "I'll get her home myself."

Semi's expression darkens, his grip on the helmet tightening. "You're not even going to ask if she wants to go with you?"

Tiffany bites her lip, trying to stifle a grin as she feels her cheeks heat up. She's practically vibrating with excitement, caught between amusement and second-hand embarrassment.

"Can the two of you stop?"

Your voice cuts through the tension. All their attention shifts to you in an instant. Even Tiffany looks taken aback by the irritation etched into your features.

You hate this — the spotlight, the way they're all acting like you're incapable of deciding for yourself. It's been like this all day. Earlier, when everyone rushed to help after the volleyball incident, when in fact you could just stay there because you were really alright. Last night, when you felt like everyone had to rescue you. And now this — with them treating you like a prize to be fought over.

"I'll drive myself," you say coldly, your voice leaving no room for argument.

"What?" Tiffany blurts, her brows knitting together. "No, you're not—"

"Then I'll book myself a ride." you snap, cutting her off.

She blinks, startled by the sudden shift in your tone. The others remain silent, clearly taken aback. Even Atsumu falters slightly, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Just when you thought you were over the initial shock of getting hit in the face, a dull ache begins to settle behind your eyes. The headache isn't from the impact, though — it's from everything unraveling around you. All you want now is to go home, crawl into bed, and escape this mess.

"I'll get going... thanks, everyone." you say firmly, your gaze briefly meeting everyone but Atsumu's.

"But—"

"I'll be fine," You cut Tiffany off, offering a small smile.

You know exactly what she's thinking — that something like last night could happen again. To ease her concern, you lightly tap her cheek with your fingers before turning to walk away.

"Let me take you home."

Atsumu's voice is a low murmur, but the way he grabs your arm stops you in your tracks.

You clench your jaw, swallowing the wave of emotions that surges through you. Even now, even after everything, his touch still sends a jolt through your entire body, making it hard to breathe.

The group watches in stunned silence as Atsumu's usual confident facade crumbles. For the first time, his vulnerability is laid bare, and it shocks them as much as it unnerves you. His eyes are soft, almost desperate, as he looks at you like you're the only thing anchoring him.

"I really need to talk to you, Y/n." he says, his voice screaming a pleading edge that's cutting through the tension.

Your chest tightens painfully as you force yourself to meet his gaze. The weight in his eyes — the regret, the longing — it's almost too much to bear. You look away, trying to find your resolve, but his grip on your arm only tightens slightly, as if he's afraid you'll slip away.

"We need to talk about what happened—about what you heard when you called me." His words come out in a rush, but they hit like a hammer, forcing your gaze back to him.

Tiffany's sharp intake of breath doesn't go unnoticed. Her eyes widen, realization dawning on her. She assumed Atsumu was only here to check on you, but his words reveal what she knows her friend's been overthinking about for the past few days.

"Y/n."

Semi's voice cuts through, pulling your attention to him. His expression is serious, his jaw tight with concern. He remembers what you said to him the other day — the hurt in your voice when he asked about him. Atsumu doesn't even glance at Semi. His focus remains locked on you, unwavering.

The atmosphere grows heavier by the second, the tension so thick that it's suffocating. Even Tiffany, who had been quietly enjoying the unfolding drama earlier, now feels uneasy. Liv and Hiro stand frozen, too aware of the charged dynamic between the three of you.

"Please." Atsumu's voice breaks through again, desperately softer this time.

Your gaze shifts back to him, and the raw vulnerability in his eyes threatens to undo you.

Semi clenches his jaw, his anger barely restrained. He hates how powerless he feels, watching his chance with you slip further and further away.

You scoff, tearing your gaze away. Atsumu follows your line of sight, his expression softening as if silently begging for you to give him a chance. Semi, on the other hand, watches the exchange with a pained look, his helplessness barely concealed.

"Fine." you say abruptly.

Atsumu's eyes widen briefly before relief washes over him. "Thank you," he says, his voice low, almost reverent, as he releases your arm.

Semi looks away, his grip tightening around his helmet, but he stays silent. Hiro notices the shift in his friend's demeanor, glancing at him uneasily. Yet, Hiro doesn't speak — he's as much in the dark as anyone else.

You draw in a steadying breath, keeping your tone cool. "We'll go ahead."

Your gaze flickers to Semi. The slight downward tilt of his lips stings, even as he musters a small smile in return.

"Take care," he says softly, his words directed at you but his eyes shifting briefly to Atsumu. "Drive her home safely." There's no mistaking the warning laced in his voice. "I'll put this back in my locker." he adds, holding up his helmet before walking back inside as he doesn't wait for an answer.

"Y-Yeah yeah, I'll come with ya," Hiro blurts out awkwardly, breaking the heavy silence. He gives you a faint smile. "Y/n... drive safe, okay?" he then smiles at Atsumu.

Atsumu nods subtly at Hiro's words, and he clears his throat before hurrying after Semi, leaving the four of you behind.

Tiffany exhales sharply, rubbing her temple as if the tension was physically weighing on her. "I'll text you when I'm on my way home, okay?" she says, her voice lighter.

You nod, then she turns to Atsumu, her usual smirk sliding into place as she playfully points a finger on him.

"And you—don't let the guy from last night get to her, mmkay?"

Atsumu's brow furrows instantly, confusion and irritation flashing in his expression. "What?"

"Tiff," you warn. The last thing you want to happen is Atsumu getting mad again about last night.

"Fine, fine!" she teases, waving you off. "Bye!" She spins on her heel, following the others inside.

Liv lingers briefly, offering an awkward smile and a small wave. "Bye-bye!" she chirps before darting after Tiffany.

The silence falls over two of you before he leads you to his car. You follow in silence, your mind a mess of scattered thoughts. Your hands tremble — one buried deep in your pocket while the other grips your bag strap so tightly it feels like your only anchor to reality.

As you slide into the passenger seat and he starts driving, the quiet settles in again, thick and unbearable. The low hum of the engine is the only sound, yet it feels deafening against the erratic rhythm of your heartbeat. You wonder if he can hear it, if he notices how your chest rises and falls unevenly despite your attempts to appear composed.

You glance at him briefly, only to catch him gripping the steering wheel tightly. He doesn't speak. You don't either. And the question gnaws at you — Why isn't he saying anything? But then again, why aren't you? You're the one who told Tiffany you wanted to talk to him, yet here you are, too scared to break the silence.

Instead, you turn to the window, your eyes tracking the fading sunlight as dusk swallows the sky. The city's glow begins to peek through the darkness, but it offers no comfort. Your mind is racing, the words you want to say jumbled and stuck in your throat.

After what feels like an eternity, Atsumu slows the car and pulls over. Your brows knit together as you take in your surroundings. It's a quiet spot — an empty road beside a playground and a preschool. The dim light of a street lamp casts faint shadows over the car as Atsumu turns off the engine. The silence that follows is even louder.

You sense every movement he makes — the rustle of his clothes, the creak of the leather seat as he shifts slightly. Your breath feels trapped in your lungs, but still, you refuse to look at him.

"How are you feeling?" His voice is soft, almost hesitant, breaking the stillness.

The sound startles you, and your breath catches before you quickly regain control. "I'm fine," you reply, your voice steady despite the storm inside you. "How about you?"

His gaze lingers on you, even as you refuse to meet it. A brief silence washes you both before he finally speaks up again.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you last night,"

You clench your jaw, the memory of his raised voice hitting you like a fresh wound. It stings even now, but the pain is muddled with something else.

"I was just so worried about you." he adds, his voice quieter, almost pleading.

You inhale sharply, keeping your eyes locked on your lap. "It's fine," you mutter. "I'm not reading too much into it. You'd have reacted the same way if it were someone else…" Your voice falters, the weight of your own words crushing you. "But thank you. For looking out for me."

Atsumu doesn't respond immediately, and the silence that follows feels heavier than before. You can feel his gaze piercing through you, searching for something — an opening, a crack in your defenses. The tension is suffocating, your palms clammy as you wait for him to say something, anything.

Then he speaks, "I like you, Y/n."

Your breath hitches. The words hit you like a freight train, knocking the air from your lungs. Your head snaps toward him, your eyes locking with his. The intensity in his gaze is almost too much to bear — raw, unguarded, and completely vulnerable.

"So it made me angry when you shut me out without telling me what went wrong." he continues, his tone firm yet laced with frustration.

Your throat tightens, the memory of the phone call flashing vividly in your mind. The things you heard, the way it crushed you — it all comes rushing back. Your chest feels impossibly heavy, and you quickly turn away, unable to hold his gaze any longer.

"Tell me what I did wrong." Atsumu repeats, his voice barely above a whisper as he leans closer.

The tension between you both is thick, suffocating, and your heart feels like it's going to burst out of your chest.

You meet his eyes for a moment, and the intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down your spine. He already knows the reason — you can tell by the way he's looking at you — but he needs to hear it from you. He needs you to say it.

"Y/n..." he murmurs, reaching for your hand.

The warmth of his touch stills you, and you freeze, your breath hitching. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to block out the chaos in your mind. But his presence is overwhelming, his voice drawing you back.

"I want to hear the reason why you avoided me," he mutters, his grip firm yet gentle, grounding you.

The closeness between you is unbearable. His scent surrounds you, his presence suffocating you the most dizzying way. His hand moves to your cheek, tilting your face toward him, and the tenderness of the gesture makes your breath hitch again.

"Baby..." he whispers, his voice a plea, his thumb brushing softly against your skin.

Your resolve crumbles under the weight of his touch, the gentleness in his eyes breaking through your walls. Tears sting at the corners of your eyes, and your voice comes out hoarse. "I called you."

"When?"

"When I woke up... after you left," you trail off.

"Reece picked it up." he says, his tone is steady as if he was waiting for you to say that.

You jolt your gaze at him, his words hitting you like a stab in the chest.

"If you heard anything," Atsumu begins, "It was a misunderstanding." He pauses, his thumb still caressing your cheek as he holds your gaze. "Dana was there... she's my ex."

The name feels like a punch to your gut, and you pull back slightly, your throat tightening as you remember what Suna told you.

"There was a time when I fell into the pool," he continues, urgent. "...and she kept saying things. If you heard it out of context, I know it might've sounded..." he hesitates, searching for the right word. "...inappropriate."

You can barely breathe, the weight of guilt crushing you as Atsumu's words sink in. Tiffany's voice echoes in your mind, her insistence that it might have been a misunderstanding ringing painfully true. She was right, and now all you can think about is how badly you might have messed up — how you shut him out without giving him the chance to explain.

"She tried hitting on me that night," Atsumu continues, his tone steady but tinged with frustration. You remain silent, listening intently. "Even tried to have sex with me."

Your breath catches, but before you can react, his hand tightens slightly on your thigh. It's a silent plea for you to stay — stay and hear him out.

"But I couldn't stop thinking about you," he confesses, and your chest tightens. "I told her no." His voice softens, but it's heavy with emotion. "But she was drunk and wouldn't stop... so I went home."

The air leaves your lungs in a shaky exhale, and your hands tremble in your lap. You try to speak, try to force words out of your dry throat, but they're caught somewhere between your guilt and your overwhelming feelings for him.

Atsumu swallows hard, his eyes locked on yours, his gaze unwavering. "Reece texted me earlier," he continues, "And told me she liked me."

Your brows knit together in confusion, but you remain quiet, although it was obvious from last night that she kept getting close to him.

"I told her no," he adds quickly. "And then that's when she mentioned about a girl calling my phone, called me Atsu." His eyes search yours desperately.

Your breath hitches again, and your heart pounds so loudly you think it might drown out his next words.

"You're the only one who calls me that."

Your eyes blur as his confession washes over you. The realization hits like a tidal wave... you doubted him, pushed him away, and now he's laying everything bare for you.

"I—" Your voice cracks, trembling with the weight of everything you've been holding back. But you can't form a coherent sentence, your emotions choking you as guilt and longing collide. "Sorry."

"I understand," he murmurs, his voice husky as he cups your cheek, guiding your face back to his. The heat of his forehead pressing against yours makes your knees weak, even while seated.

His thumb brushes your jawline, his grip firm yet tender, and the air between you grows thick with desire. His gaze flickers down to your lips before locking with your eyes again, and you swear the intensity in his stare alone could undo you.

"Sorry it took me this long to figure it out," he breathes, his lips quirking into a small, regretful smile. His hand on your thigh tightens slightly, his thumb tracing slow circles on your skin, making you shiver.

"Atsu…" you whisper, his name falling from your lips like a plea, barely audible.

The look in his eyes shifts, darkening his hooded gaze, and before you can say more, his lips crash into yours.

The kiss is anything but gentle — it's fierce, desperate, as though he's been starving for this moment. Your head tilts instinctively, allowing him to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping past your lips with an intensity that has you gripping his shoulders for balance when he pushes you against the car door.

His hand moves from your cheek to the back of your neck, his fingers threading into your hair, tugging just enough to make your body arch toward him. His other hand slips beneath your shirt, his palm hot as it slides over the curve of your waist. His touch sends a jolt straight through your core, and a quiet moan escapes you, swallowed by his relentless kiss.

You can feel his breath hitch as your hands move to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, desperate to pull him closer. The heat radiating from his body only fuels the ache pooling low in your belly, and when his hand on your waist drifts higher, brushing the underside of your ribs, your breath stutters.

"Atsu…" you gasp as his lips leave yours, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline and down the column of your neck. His teeth graze your skin, and the sharp contrast between the pain and his soothing tongue makes your head fall back against the window.

"I missed you," he rasps, his voice rough and dripping with need.

His confession sets your entire body alight, your hands diving into his hair to pull him back to your lips, craving more of the fire only he can ignite.

His hand ventures further under your shirt, his fingers grazing the swell of your breast. He pauses, his chest heaving, his eyes dark and hooded as they meet yours.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you," he murmurs, his voice strained, but his lips hover close, teasing yours as though he might devour them again at any moment.

"I missed you too," you whisper, the words trembling but certain, and it's all he needs to hear.

His lips are on yours again, but this time, there's no holding back. He kisses you with a hunger that makes you feel consumed, his hand sliding higher, fully cupping your breast as his thumb brushes over your sensitive peak through the fabric of your bra. You gasp against his lips, and he groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating through you and leaving you utterly breathless.

His body presses against yours, the confined space of the car amplifying the heat between you. Every touch, every kiss, every gasp sends your senses spiraling. His lips break from yours briefly, trailing lower until they find the neckline of your shirt. He nips at your collarbone, sucking gently, leaving a mark that feels like a brand, a claim.

"I don't want anyone else to do this with you.." he whispers, his voice thick with lust, his hands roaming over your body as though memorizing every curve. "I want you all to myself, Y/n.."

Atsumu pulls away from the kiss, both of you breathing heavily, your chests rising and falling like you've just run a marathon. His face is so close to yours, your eyes nearly cross as you try to focus. You pull back just a little, enough to see his face without the blur of his breath against yours.

Then, just as quickly, a wave of guilt hits you — Terushima. Last night. You freeze for a second, your stomach twisting.

Before you can say a word, Atsumu beats you to it. "I know about Yuji," he says, his voice casual but with a certain weight to it that makes your heart skip a beat. "Reece texted me about it earlier..."

You swallow hard, feeling your hands grow cold. "About that—" you start, but he cuts you off with a sly grin.

"Yeah, I know," he says, his thumb brushing the tip of your nose playfully. "I liked how you shut him down—what was it? Oh yeah... you like someone else?" he teases, his voice light, but there's a spark in his eyes. You look away quickly, your face burning as you try to gather yourself.

He chuckles, carefree and warm, and the sound makes you want to pout, even though you're clearly amused too.

"Still," he mutters, eyes narrowing slightly. "Pissed me off real bad when he kissed you." He rolls his eyes dramatically, but then his lips twitch into a smirk as he presses a quick kiss to your nose. "But it's okay... you're with me now."

Your heart flutters at the words, the teasing tone making you feel like you're about to burst from the inside. You meet his gaze again when he pulls away, your face still flushed but a smile tugging at your lips.

"And to make up for last night," Atsumu adds, reaching into the backseat, his fingers brushing the edge of something.

You straighten up, curiosity piqued. "What's that?" you ask, watching him pull out a crumpled paper bag.

He scoffs, giving you a mock-exasperated look. "I don't even know why you wanted this so bad—It's ugly," he says. "But here." he then hands it to you.

You open it slowly, your mouth falling open when you see the box with three Hirono figures — the ones you'd been obsessing over last night at the arcade. Your eyes widen in disbelief.

"How...?" you trail off, scanning the box, the little frowny faces staring back at you like they were meant for you to have them.

Atsumu rolls his eyes. "Samu and I got them when we went to grab snacks. You and Yuji were busy with billiards, remember?" he was sarcastic, and you can't help but roll your eyes.

Atsumu remembers how much Osamu had been complaining about how long it was taking him to get that box from the claw machine. Atsumu had seen you and Yuji by the machine, and he couldn't help but notice how frustrated you were that you couldn't get it, so he had to get it for you.

"I don't get why you wanted those. They're ugly and hard to get—pissed me the fuck off, but..." He shrugs, clearly a little annoyed, but you can tell there's a touch of sweetness in there too. "I wasn't gonna leave you hanging."

You laugh, your heart skipping a beat at how thoughtful he is. "You know, they remind me of you," you say before you can stop yourself. Atsumu's eyes snap to yours, a small frown forming on his lips.

"Excuse me—what??"

"Yeah," you smirk, holding the box up next to his face. "Totally reminds me of your whiny face—just like now."

Atsumu's eyes widen in mock offense before he leans in, clearly amused, "So... you were thinking about me last night?"

You try to suppress the heat crawling up your neck, looking away. "You never left my mind," you admit quietly, clearing your throat as you shift the box to your lap, treating it like it's something precious. You try to act casual, but you can feel your heartbeat picking up speed.

Atsumu watches you, his gaze softening as he takes you in, the way you clutch the little box to your chest like it's the most valuable thing you've ever held.

The playful grin flickers again on his lips. As much as he wants to press you against the seat and show you exactly how much he's been thinking about you, he holds back. He wants this — you — to be more than just a physical thing. So he chooses to savor the moment, even if it's driving him wild.

A few minutes later, he's driving you home, and you can't hide the happiness bubbling inside you. Holding the gift he got you, you feel like a little kid all over again.

'He's so thoughtful...' you think, flushing at how cute he's been today. You glance out the window, wondering how you got so lucky.

Before long, you reach your apartment, and Atsumu parks right in front of the gate, the engine still running. He gives you that warm, trademark smile that always makes your heart do a little flip.

"I'll text you when I get home," he says, his voice soft yet sincere.

You hesitate, glancing from your apartment back to him. Atsumu raises an eyebrow, sensing the question hovering between you.

"Do you wanna say something or what?" he teases, his voice dripping with mock annoyance, but you can see the glint of curiosity in his eyes.

You sigh, biting your lip before speaking, "Do you wanna come inside?" Your voice falters just a bit, and you quickly add, "I mean, if you're not busy." You can feel your face heating up from the nerves, but you refuse to look away.

Atsumu's eyes soften, blinking a few times as if processing your question. Then, a smirk stretches across his face, his thoughts clearly running wild. "Of course I want to,"

You try to move the conversation along, the tension creeping up again. "Have you eaten yet?" you ask, trying to distract yourself. "I could cook something."

Atsumu narrows his eyes at you, clearly amused by your sudden change in topic. "Alright," he chuckles, sensing your tension. "I'll let you cook."

You both quickly get out of the car, and before you know it, you're heading inside, your hands almost trembling. Atsumu follows behind, his eyes watching you with a mixture of affection and something else — a fire that seems to grow with each step.

Once inside, you toss your bag onto the sofa, and Atsumu locks the door behind him, his eyes scanning your living room — reliving the first time he was here. His gaze lingers on you as you move around, fidgeting.

"Uh, can you wait for me?" you ask, your voice almost shy.

"Why? Where are you going?" He tilts his head.

"Just gonna take a quick shower." you reply, turning toward your room, and you can feel his eyes on your back.

Atsumu grins. "Can I join you?" he teases as he slowly walks to the sofa.

You scoff but don't answer, giving him a look over your shoulder. He chuckles, clearly enjoying how flustered you're becoming.

As you rummage through your room, you hear him sit down on the couch, his eyes drifting toward the ashtray on the table. His frown deepens when he sees the cigarette butts, and a pang of concern hits him — but then you emerge from your room, and before he can react, something soft hits him right in the face.

"Ow!" He groans, pulling it off. "The hell's your problem?"

But then, his eyes widen when he sees it's a folded towel.

He shoots you a questioning look, but the realization quickly sinks in. His eyes drop to the towel in your hand, and his heart begins to race, his thoughts tumbling over one another.

"Tch." you scoff, turning away as you head toward the bathroom.

Your face burns with heat, your mind spinning. You've missed him so much, and now that everything between you feels right again, you're desperate for him to feel how badly you've longed for this.

The anticipation is almost maddening, and you can't hold it back anymore. You want him to know — to feel — just how much you've missed him too.

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ATSUMU'S BREATH STUTTERS as the sound of the shower turning on hits his ears. His jaw clenches, desire simmering under his skin, unchecked since the hot make out session back in the car. His hand grips the doorknob tightly, heart pounding as he twists it open and steps into the bathroom.

Towel hanging loosely in his grip, he freezes. The steamy blur of the shower door reveals your silhouette, every curve of your naked body tantalizingly on display. The water runs down your skin as your arms lift to massage your hair, exposing the arch of your back and the tempting curve of your ass. His throat tightens, his cock already straining painfully against his pants.

Atsumu feels his self-control slipping, overtaken by thoughts of bending you over right here, of fucking you under the water until your voice is hoarse from moaning his name over and over again.

"The fuck are you still doing there?" your voice snaps him out of his trance. You peek over your shoulder, catching his hungry gaze. "You planning to shower with clothes on?" you sound sarcastic.

His lips curl into a smirk, dark and full of heat. "You really love teasing me, don't ya?" he murmurs, tossing the towel onto the rack.

You roll your eyes, but he doesn't miss the way your breath quickens. You turn back under the water, pouring shampoo into your palm, deliberately ignoring him.

"Feel free to leave if all you're gonna do is gawk," you scoff, working the shampoo into your hair.

Atsumu chuckles lowly. He bites his lip, his smirk deepening as he watches you. He knows damn well you don't want him to leave. The tension between you is thick, and he's more than ready to give in.

Slowly, he starts to strip, each piece of clothing revealing the hard lines of his body. He folds his clothes neatly on the cabinet, though his mind is far from orderly. He makes a mental note to leave clothes here next time — not that he plans to need them for long.

As you rinse the suds from your hair, you feel his presence behind you, the heat of his body cutting through the steam as he steps inside the shower. Your breath hitches, the air growing heavy, but you keep your gaze forward, trying to steady yourself against the sudden rush of lust pooling in your stomach.

Atsumu steps closer, his eyes devouring the way the water clings to you, tracing every curve he's missed so desperately. Your skin glistens under the soft light, and he has to swallow hard to stop himself from grabbing you right then and there.

When you finally turn to face him, your flushed cheeks and parted lips betray your composure. His eyes lock onto yours, dark with lust, before trailing shamelessly down your body. His smirk returns.

"Nice tits," he comments, his voice low and teasing, making your cheeks flush with heat. "You got a boyfriend?" he adds, flirting.

You narrow your eyes, choosing to ignore his question. Instead, you grab your shampoo before pouring a dollop into your hands. His gaze never leaves you, amusement flickering in his eyes as he watches your every move.

Then, with a confident tug, you grab his arm and pull him under the stream of water. The beads cascade down his hair, his skin glistening under the dim light. Your breath hitches at how erotic the sight is, how the water tracing every curve and ridge of his body. You silently curse yourself for how ridiculous it feels to be this affected by him.

"How 'bout you?" you counter, lathering the rose-scented shampoo in your hands. "You got a girlfriend?"

His smirk deepens as he runs his hands through his wet hair, the movement causing droplets to fall in mesmerizing trails down his face and chest. When he tosses his head back, exposing the sharp angle of his jawline and the strong column of his neck, your eyes shamelessly follow the path down to his chest, your stomach twisting in desire.

"Depends," he replies, his gaze locking onto yours again. "Who are you pretending to be right now?"

You frown at his cryptic response, stepping closer to him as you reach up to massage the shampoo into his hair. "What does that even mean?" you ask, your fingers sinking into the softness of his hair, your pulse quickening at how intimate the action feels.

His jaw tightens as his eyes flick downward, the perfect view of your breasts stealing his attention. He doesn't even try to hide it. His hands find your hips, and before you can react, he pulls you closer, his hard cock pressing firmly against your thigh. The contact sends a jolt through you, your breath catching in your throat, but you keep your composure, focusing on working the shampoo through his hair even though your knees feel weak.

"I mean," he murmurs, "Are you asking as yourself, or someone else?"

You glance up briefly, your brow arched in mock suspicion before returning your focus to his hair. "Fine. Pretend I'm another girl," you quip, playing along.

His eyes narrow, "I wouldn't be here showering with you if you were another girl,"

Your eyes snap to his, heart thudding against your ribcage. He winks, and damn it, your heart skips a beat. You roll your eyes to cover your reaction, turning the shower dial to let more water flow, the suds beginning to slide down his sculpted body.

"Then I'm asking as myself," you insist, unable to stop the rush of heat that spreads through you. You need his answer, even though you already know how much you want him.

He leans back into the water, rinsing his hair, the movement so effortlessly sensual it leaves you breathless. The dim light in the bathroom casts shadows over the ridges of his muscles, accentuating every detail, and you swear you've never seen anything this hot in your life.

The sight of him makes your head spin. Your body hums with desperate need — the temptation to let him take you right here is almost unbearable. But you bite back the urge, savoring the slow, torturous buildup of tension between you.

Atsumu's gaze flicks to the soap and loofah behind you. Slowly, he reaches past your shoulder, his chest brushing against yours in a way that makes your stomach tighten.

"So, there's this girl…" he begins, his voice low. You swallow hard, captivated, your eyes wide and eager, betraying your attempts to play it cool.