it was rare, you were there
- Atsumu Miya x Reader
- NSFW (minors dni)
The problem with love is, that you almost always can tell when it starts, but no one can know when it will end.
You know it, feel it that day, when Atsumu leads you into his home by the hand, to introduce you to his parents, and a teasing but still polite Osamu, who you already know from school.
You smile, polite and nervous, and leave your red scarf on the stairs railing.
You never get it back.
"How do you see yourself in a few years?" you ask him, the two of you laying in bed, staring at the ceiling. You glued some of those plastic starts that shine in the dark, and now it seems like the whole galaxy is in your bedroom.
Atsumu doesn't hesitates "Playin' volleyball"
"That's it?" you ask, eyeing him curiously. He doesn't looks at you, but his right hand moves to grab yours, and squeeze your fingers "That's all you see in your future?"
"What more could I want?"
You don't tell him that you're a romantic at heart, and that you were hoping he would say that he saw you by his side.
He's funny, and charming, and has that goofy playful side that almost every girl loves. Atsumu Miya's popularity skyrockets on his third year of high school, and he gets even more attention than he did before. He's still one of Japan's best young volleyball players, and now he's also much more mature, taller, and with that air of success and promising future that you just feel— crakling around him.
You cheer for him from the stands, laughing quietly with your close friends at his group of personal cheerleaders.
And then he points at you, before doing a serve, and your heart threatens to burst out of your chest.
"You guys are so in love" one of your friends swoons, as you watch Atsumu jump in the air.
You think about that the whole day.
"You look so cute with black hair" you say, smiling fondly at the picture Atsumu's mother is showing you.
Osamu huffs, arms behind his head. He's also in the picture, looking exactly like your boyfriend, both dressed in cute little shorts and dinosaur t-shirts— but you could recognize Atsumu anywhere.
"Doesn't he?" his mother says, gushing over the little polaroid. You nod.
Atsumu rolls his eyes "Yeah, well..."
"He looks like a dork" Osamu cuts him off, and then dodges the pillow Atsumu throws at him.
"If ya two have kids, they will look like this" his mother winks at you, and your cheeks turn red at the same time Atsumu's does.
Osamu only gags "Gross"
You wonder if high school students should be thinking about having kids.
Then you wonder if Atsumu has ever thought about you outside high school.
You're with him on his first actual car ride around town, after the two of you move to a little apartment closer to college.
Atsumu's excited, like a kid before Christmas. The car is old, something both of his parents helped him to buy. He keeps talking about how he'll get a new one, when he becomes a full professional athlete, and you whine and turn the radio on because you seriously can't stand him naming car brands anymore.
Your favorite song is playing, and you close your eyes and start singing with all your heart, ignoring your previous fear about your unskilled boyfriend driving you both into a tree.
"What song is this?" Atsumu yells over the music, and you open your eyes to sing directly at him, invisible microphone in hand, completely ignoring his question. He chuckles, shaking his head "Babe, you're so dumb"
And then he rans a red light, and your singing morphs into a little scream.
"Be careful!" you squeal, looking back to see that you indeed, managed to escape unscathed.
Atsumu laughs, and his hand, as always, searches your own on the seat "I was lookin' at ya! It's your own fault!"
Back at the appartment, and while Atsumu fiddles with his phone, you take the chance to explore a bit on your own. You knew the place was small, but it seems even more so now that all of your things have arrived. Piles and piles of cardboard boxes holding both of your belongings are all over the space.
You hope you can add more to them.
New things, things you and Atsumu find together. Trinkets you can add to your shared bedroom, dresses you'll now wear on new streets and parks, and not in your childhood neighborhood.
There's only one bedroom and a little bathroom. It’s not much, but you're already planning what color you'll paint the walls as you flick the light switch, only to discover that the bulb is broken.
"We won't be having any light in the bathroom," you tell Atsumu, and go to try the bedroom's lights. They won't work either. "Or in the bedroom"
"Or in any part of the house," Atsumu says, leaning on the door frame and phone still in hand. "And our bed isn't here yet either, apparently."
You take a look at the empty space where the bed should be, and let out a long heavy sigh. "Moving sucks."
"But when all this is over we'll be livin' together, and that's just the best," he offers, and even though you agree, you can't help but let the heavy feelings that come with the moving and everything that is still missing at the moment take a hold of you.
Walking past Atsumu, you stand where the kitchen and the dining area would be, once everything is set up. There's a small island counter with three boxes of clothes on top. You go to try and open the door of one of the little kitchen cabinets, and the hinge immediately gives away with a creak, and leaves you with the cabinet door in one hand. You whine and glance over at Atsumu, still watching you from the bedroom's doorstep, and looking incredibly amused.
"Those must be old as hell"
"Atsumu, everything is a mess," you flail your arms at the dozens of boxes and the dust and the missing furniture and the broken bulbs, and finally leave the broken door on top of the kitchen isle when Atsumu walks up to you and takes you in his arms.
You look out the window over his shoulder, and see that the sun has disappeared, darkness having fallen over the city.
"So what if the lights don’t work? Don't we have some candles? And our phones?" he murmurs into your ear. “And we don't even need this freakin' cabinets for now. At least this is our own place" he adds, pressing a kiss to your neck. "That's enough, right?"
You snort, but hug him back a little tighter than usual. “Okay, okay, but I do wish that we had a bed and a TV to watch something on"
Atsumu pinches your side, making you yelp and immediately try to escape, but his arms snake around your waist and keep you in place
"Don't complain that much babe!"
You chuckle, and manage to get free and dodge another pinch to go open the refrigerator. The yellow glow of its light bathes the soon to be completely dark space.
"We can use this to light up the room," you say, and Atsumu laughs and grabs you by the hips to pull you into a dance, while humming the song you were singing in the car “There’s no food in it anyways.”
So the refrigerator door stays open while you twirl and spin around the kitchen, dodging boxes as you go. "Everythin' is goin' to be fine, babe," Atsumu reassures you, spinning you around once more "Before we know it, this place will look great”
He kisses you when the dance leads you to the living room, a light feathery touch of his lips on yours that soon becomes a passionate exchange after he slides his tongue in your mouth. You moan and hold onto his jacket, and he lets go of you for a moment to look into your eyes.
"What do ya say about tryin' out the new apartment, huh?" he drawls, and you know he's not just joking when one of his hands starts to slowly crawl under your shirt.
"We literally don't have any furniture here," you tell him between kisses, but Atsumu only shrugs and dips his head to kiss you behind your ear. You can't help but tremble in his arms
"That’s never stopped us before."
It's an all too familiar dance, whenever Atsumu makes you his. He trails kisses over your neck and down your chest as he undresses you, and when you're lying on the floor, his brown eyes and teasing smile your only sight, you're already half naked and trying to wiggle out of your pants and underwear. He helps you, leaving open mouthed kisses down your legs and thighs and stopping to play with your folds over your already soaked panties, until you grab his neck and bring him up to kiss you again.The feeling of his skin against yours still fills you with the same familiar warmth that did a couple of years ago, when you were still high school students trying to be quiet on your parents house.
You shudder with excitement when he finally gets rid of his clothes and lets you take his cock in one of your hands, his mouth descending to play with your nipples.
He gives one a particular hard suck and then looks at you, his chin resting on the valley of your chest "Want to ride me, babe?"
You answer by getting on top of him and grinding against his cock, your fluids coating his thighs.
And when he sheats into you, groaning when the warmth of your walls surrounds him, you know you're home— tangled up with Atsumu Miya in the middle of an empty apartment, with everything you call your own still in boxes around you and only the refrigerator light shining for you. Being with Atsumu is all that matters for you.
He gets scouted by the MSBY Jackals as soon as he enters his last year of college. While you're still pondering, and thinking, and wondering if you're good enough to work in something Literature related.
You suppose it's not much of a surprise.
If Atsumu's ever had something clear, that was volleyball.
"And so I think that I could become a regular soon, ya know?" he says, excitement twinkling in his eyes, and one of his legs bouncing uncontrollably under the table. "God, I just can't wait"
"I'm proud of you, 'Tsumu" you tell him, smiling softly at your wine.
"I always told ya I would make it, babe" the waitress comes around again, asking if you want more wine. You take the whole bottle. "Wanna hear about what Bokuto told me they were sayin'?"
You pour a generous amount of alcohol in your cup before noding, smile still in place.
Your birthday celebration remains forgotten, in favor of every little detail about the MSBY Jackals Atsumu wants to share.
"I like your hair this way better" you say, and Atsumu chuckles, bringing you closer to him and tangling his feet with your own under the covers "You look really handsome"
You lean forward and kiss his nose, your chin coming to rest on one of his arms "I can't believe we're still together, after all this time"
You shrug, and your eyes flicker down to trace idle shapes on his skin "I just thought... never mind"
"Hey, babe" Atsumu says, and you look back up to find him smiling "Don't say stuff like that"
"I love you" you whisper, honest and hopeful.
He kisses you goodnight and holds you tight against his chest.
The beats of his heart remind you that you've never heard him say it back.
"It's just a dumb party! Why are ya gettin' so worked up for this?" he yells, throwing his hands in the air. He's been sitting on the edge of the bed for far too long now, and you don't know what expresion he has on his face anymore.
You're still on the same spot, the covers pooling around you, eyes on his back.
It's 3 a.m
"I didn't even knew there was a party" you whisper, and he looks back over his shoulder at your sudden change in tone. You were yelling too, after all "You didn't tell me"
"I didn't knew. Found out today"
"That's not true" you say, and drop your gaze to your hands. They're shaking "Akaashi told me this was planned for weeks"
"Of course Akaashi told ya" Atsumu huffs, and goes back to bed once more, his back still to you. The space between the two of you has never been bigger "I don't wanna keep talkin' about it"
You get up and go to sleep on the couch.
The next morning, he wakes you up with a kiss, a hug, and the promise that nothing like that would happen again.
"I just didn't think it would be your type of thing, babe"
Soon, his entire life seems to become not your thing. He always comes home late, and the parties only grow in number. Accompanying him is even worst to stay home, you realize, when you start to feel that Atsumu doesn't really seems interested in your company.
He's laughing, and shaking hands, excited for a new future that slowly but surely seems to be getting far and far away from you.
Akaashi follows you to the bathroom in one of those events, a gala for something you can't remember, because Atsumu never explained. He just said the rest of the team would be there, and that it was important to go.
As always was.
"Are you okay?" Bokuto's boyfriend asks, handing you a tissue.
You smile, wiping away your tears without fear of ruining your makeup anymore.
Everything's already ruined.
"Not really, no"
"Kou has asked about you" he tells you, squeezing your shoulder. "Long time not seeing you and all. Wants to say hello"
"And my boyfriend?" you ask. Akaashi tries really hard — and miserably fails— to not look pitiful "Did my boyfriend ask where I went to?"
"Actually ... I think he left"
Seven years are destroyed by a text. It's late at night, and Atsumu's away on a trip with the team. You don't know if it's simply much more early where he is— if he can see the sun, while you wail under the moon— or if he thought it was a good idea to break your heart at 4 a.m
Your heart, and everything you built together.
You move out of the apartment. As quickly as you can as well.
Everything reminds you of him.
Akaashi takes you in, and it's kind enough to let you stay in your bedroom for three days straight, giving no sign of being alive.
In the scent that lingers on your clothes, in the marks he left on your neck the last time you two were together. On the TV, of course, and on the magazines Akaashi tries to hide before you cam see them.
He's the air you breathe, and you're suffocating.
"Why don't you try to write it down?" Akaashi suggests one day, and you look up at him with a frown "It helps. And you're very good at it"
"I don't know"
"You've been helping at the publishing house enough to know how to work your way around a book" at your incredulous stare, your best friend chuckles, scratching his chin "I mean, I'm not suggesting you write a book about your breakup. I'm just saying that writing something down might help. And maybe that could become something else later"
That night, Atsumu calls you for the first time since that devastating text, to tell you that he's moving, and he's sending you your stuff to the place you're staying.
That he thought it was best to be honest, and that you heard about his new place from him.
You don't thank the cruel honesty.
And the next day, you start writing.
5 years pass
The book signing event is in full glory, and you laugh and shake the hand of everyone who approaches you. There's thousands of people inside and outside the little bookstore, the one you chose because it was the first place where you bought your first actually book.
Akaashi is there, by your side, finally having been able to edit an actual novel and not a manga, thanks to you.
Many winters have passed, since the events that lead to the little book you have on your hands, and that you sign happily for the girl that, in tears, confesses to you that she's afraid of having to part ways with her partner.
You pat her hand, smile, and tell her that everyone needs to embrace their own future. First and foremost.
Just like Atsumu, who still wears your old scarf, on his way to the Olympics.
He did it first.
And know you did it yourself.
🧣 RED Love Story Collection
With this work, we come to the end of my little tribute to Red (Taylor's version), one of my favorite albums of all time. To everyone who commented, liked, and reblogged my works, thank you from the bottom of my heart ❤ I'm happy I got to do this little thing, and that even if you don't share my taste in music, you got to enjoy a bit of the angst, and the fluff, and everything in between.
I hope you keep finding happiness in my next works.
I'll be updating my fic the miya conundrum soon, and more projects will come.
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