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8:40 pm

Miya Atsumu was a fucking beast. Every time he stepped onto the court, he brought not only an air of superiority but a blazing heat, like somewhere in the distance a fire was raging, racing to burn down everything in its path. The cameras helped too, their flashes blinding, shutters clicking a thousand times each second, photographers jumping over each other, pushing each other aside to catch a shot of his mega-watt grin, or his platinum blond hair, or the ripple of his muscle every time he soared to send a set, or a spike down a serve.

Miya Atsumu was a fucking beast, and he knew it too. If his cocky smirk was anything to go by. He was fueled by the roar of the crowd, the passion flowing through his team. On his court, he knew anything was possible, and god, did he prove it. His domineering presence always seemed to frighten the other team to submission. Or at least, that’s what he thought he did.

Miya Atsumu was a fucking beast, or maybe that’s what his PR team wanted the public to believe. He was a lot of things, but he certainly didn’t feel like one. His head was spinning, clutching his scalp while curled up into a fetal position, back to the gym walls after a long solo practice. As the moonlight streamed into the window, and his smartwatch continued to tick several minutes after midnight, he knew he shouldn’t be here. He knew that Meian would personally see to wringing his neck if he knew that he was over practicing. And yet, he bribed one of the custodians to give him a key so he could sneak his way back into the gym and onto the court long after it had closed. Maybe it was the tabloids that finally got to him-- yet another dating scandal, that normally he would laugh at, but had now begun to grate at his nerves. Maybe it was Tobio, who normally wouldn’t be a threat, a younger Atsumu would particularly laugh at that thought, but that gleam in his eyes after the Adlers beat them, something about it was so unnerving to Atsumu. Or maybe it was the disappointed look in his coach’s eyes, knowing that Atsumu had thrown them that game. Like normal, he had gotten too excited, too cocky, and before they knew it, the ball had fallen to their side of the court. All of these possibilities slammed against his skull, intensifying his migraine. He didn’t even let himself consider something else. Like the Instagram profile that he saw on Osamu’s phone when he peeked at it during their lunch earlier this week. Recognizing the shine of your hair and the gleam of your bright eyes in the brief glance that he caught before Osamu flipped his phone over, away from Atsumu’s prying eyes, as he pretended not to see the accusing glance from Osamu. He pretended not to remember searching up your name shrouded under the dark blanket of night in his own room later that day, carefully finding your profile after minutes of scrolling. Although you didn’t look exactly like you did when you graduated high school, leaving him and breaking his heart for the last time, he would never forget you. And maybe he shouldn’t have looked up your profile, because after scrolling a while, rediscovering your life in all the years he hasn’t seen you, his fingers came to a pause after landing on a photo of you with your arms wrapped around another man. He had been in a few of your other group pictures, but Atsumu paid no mind to them until this one. Your face, the almost overwhelming look of joy, the man’s face mirroring your own caused a force to seize Atsumu’s chest. It was like he couldn’t breathe, every swallow feeling like a rock down his esophagus. He could delude himself into thinking the picture was old, but the time stamp clearly marked it as being from only a month ago. He stared at the photo for a long while, even as the light from the screen burned his eyes. He swallowed, blinking away the tears he didn’t know were gathering in his eyes, turning over his phone to put on his dresser.

He pretended like you weren’t the cause. The cause of his headache, the cause of a lost game, the cause of this overwhelming pit that sat at the base of his soul. He tried not to picture your beautiful smile, your cheers from all those years ago, and most importantly your tears after you left him the last time.

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my first drabble ever ahhhh ! i've been thinking a lot about a certain miya atsumu so this came out of that omg. perhaps a teaser for a longer fic me thinks ..

#miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu angst #miya atsumu fluff #haikyuu

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