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oh my goodness what đ this is like the first atsumu series iâve read and iâm in shambles. its just so??? WAIT let me get my thoughts together properly but this is so ?!?! first of all, i love the writing style sm, this whole fic feels so warm, i feel like iâm watching a slice of life romance anime :( yknow those animes you watch when its like summer n youâre young n have no problems in life yet n youâre just enjoying that anime on your screen, when everything feels calm and good n life was great? yeah thatâs what this feels like đ second of all, i love LOVEEE the description and prose of reader talking about their feelings for atsumu đ itâs so genuine n wholesome, so soft. yeah thatâs the word, soft!! KSKSKS anyways ugh i just love it i wish i could explain it better đ
i. LETS GO TO SHIZUOKA!
miya atsumu x f!reader
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synopsis: What better way to de-stress post-semester than going on a trip with your close friends? Itâd be nothing but smooth sailing if you werenât wedging some distance between you, and a certain blonde. Though, whether you liked it or not, the universe had its ways.
chapter content warning: college au, fluff, a hint of angst if you squint, atsumu might be a dumbass, mutual pining, requited unrequited love, forced proximity, slow burn, my poor depiction of japanese geography, reader canât ride a bike for the sake of plot, not beta read, a little tame for now!
word count: 3.8k
notes: divider: cafekitsune. weeeee first chapter :> !!
âYou never really know when youâve fallen in love. One day you just wake up and realise that itâs more than just shallow feelings.â
A phrase youâve heard countless times growing up. You never really understood it well as a believer of love at first sight, thinking that the clichĂ© âtime slowing down as you see your lover before youâ was all there was to it to fully grasp the concept of love.
Kind of like in romantic movies where the camera dramatically pans around the main character after seeing their love interestâevery person around you disappearing until all there was left were the two of you, heart racing a little too fast, the nervousness settling inâthe whole shebang.
Unfortunately for you, it wasnât as climactic as they ought to be in moviesânot one soul magically disappeared until it was just the two of you, the time did not, in fact, slow down. If anything, your heart stuttered like crazy, threatening to leap from your rib cage and onto his hands as if they were its home. At least the movies got that one thing right.
It was down right frustrating leading up to the feelings you now had for none other than Miya Atsumu.
Some days were filled with fluttering heart beats, and dreamy sighsâtucking your chin on your palm at the blissful feeling of being infatuated with the blonde. As if on cloud nine, drifting along the feathery scenery atop a huge ivory cloud, cupidâs bow comfortably pierced right through your heart.
Other days were extremely unbearable, plagued with the ache of yearning, and unwanted jealousyâpainfully digging your nails into your palm at the sight of someone else shamelessly flirting with Atsumu. It almost felt like a curse weighed upon you the day you were born, being smitten with a ladiesâ man. On days like these, cupidâs bow uncomfortably dug into your heart like a painful itchâawkwardly poking out from your chest like an unconcealed badge saying, âHey, look at me! I have a crush on someone who doesnât even like me back. How stupid of me!â
Never mind that because the day it finally settled uncomfortably in your bonesâthat your feelings werenât mere infatuationâyou felt like you were in deep, deep shit. Absolutely fucked with a capital âFâ because suddenly the way Atsumuâs laugh sounded was like a sweet, sweet melody; an external stimuli to get your heart racing. The way his eyes crinkled, lashes kissing his cheeks as he laughed at a funny joke, oh, you were weak in the knees.
Your lovesick gaze unceremoniously bore into his handsome face, blissfully unaware of your raging feelings for him. You knew right then and there that love was what you felt for your close friend.
An uncharted territory that you swore to never step foot on, until now.
âYou brought your passport?â Kita stared at the mini scarlet document resting between Atsumuâs slender fingers, brows raised with slight amusement. His expressionless question halted the quiet conversation amongst your group, all turning to look at the flustered blondeâhis face now matching the colour of the passport in his hand.
âY-yeah? Are we not supposed ta or somethinâ?â Atsumu looked around at the growing amusement between his friends, except for Kita who only closed his eyes in defeat. The former looked over to you for help, honeyed eyes projecting a mix of slight panic and embarrassment, you could only look away in second hand embarrassment, cheeks heating from the eye contact.
âItâs a domestic flight, dumbass!â Osamu lightly smacked his twin on the back of his head, clicking his tongue at the lack of common sense. Before the two could even start their endless bickering, the line moved, signalling the groupâs turn. Kita pulled the latter away with him to the check-in counter, saving everyone elseâs ears being talked off with the twinâs petty arguments.
Winter break, a convenient time for you and your friends to get together and de-stress from the pressure of university. If anything, it was a purely spontaneous getaway trip to Shizuoka. The trip included a little pit stop to Tokyo for some much needed splurgingâtotally not your ideaâbefore taking the train back down for Shizuoka.
It all started in the group chat with a lone screenshot from Suna, an on-going deal of inexpensive domestic flights from HyĆgo to Tokyo. There wasnât even a message attached to the picture, just a wordless tactic in hopes to get the group together for an exciting winter ahead. First to see it was Atsumu, who immediately approved of the idea with an unnecessary amount of exclamation marks tied to his message. Then, it became a domino effect where the rest of the group voiced their interests, including yourself.
Next thing you knew, the five of you were holed up in the twinâs apartmentâyou and Kita sat on the chairs while the rest hovered behind, laptop on the table with a tab of the itinerary opened, and affordable accomodations in Shizuoka. With a quick transfer of funds from one bank account to another, you all looked forward to spending 4 days outside HyĆgo, 379 kilometres away from home.
Now, the five of you stood in the domestic terminal during the early hours of 7 AM, bound for Haneda Airport. Albeit, a bit sleepy, you were excited, deeming this trip as a little treat for making it through a rather tedious semester.
Sitting in between Suna and Kita, who respectively sat in the window and aisle seats, you took a moment to close your eyes as a muffled announcement from the pilot filled the speakers, the deep hum of the planeâs engines roaring as it moved up the runway, preparing for takeoff. Low murmurs of passengers, and the twinâs deep chatter behind you filled your ears like white noise, focusing on calming your racing heart.
You recounted a few minutes ago where Atsumu had opted to sit next to you, preferably on the window seat before Suna beat him to it, telling the latter that they had designated seats on their ticket, a teasing tongue poking out. âLike that matters.â The blonde muttered, followed by a string of silent curses aimed at his friend before being ushered onto the next row behind by Osamu.
It was always like that with Atsumu and his spontaneityâhe had no qualms sitting a row behind when you all had booked your tickets, even saying that he didnât care wherever he sat as long as he landed in Tokyo in one piece. What drove him to change his mind was beyond your understanding.
Though, youâd be lying to yourself if you said you didnât grasp onto that little hope of possibly sitting next to Atsumu for the whole flight. To your dismay, it dissipated the second you held onto itâall thanks to Suna Rintarou. Nonetheless, you wouldâve felt awkward anyway, now that your heart weighed heavy with the burden of being hopelessly in love, and shamelessly pining.
You wouldnât know how you wouldâve acted during the span of 1 hour and 10 minutes; arms touching one another, albeit, covered in thick layers to fend off cold, and knees dangerously closeâyour cheeks heated at the thought. Sure, it was nothing intimate but that was Atsumuâs effect on you, and it absolutely drove you up the wall.
It wasnât like this before, and you felt pathetic.
Gone were the days where you could hold a solid conversation with Atsumu without stuttering, and fidgeting like an idiotâwhere you were able to freely speak to him without any inhibitions weighing your shoulders. Come to think of it, the last time this probably happened was way back in second-year highschool. You were in second-year college now.
If you were being completely honest, you caught yourself unintentionally placing some distance between you and Atsumu, just a tad bit for the sake of your sanity. Could you really blame yourself? With the way he has been acting indifferent, it did some damage to your poor, poor heartâeveryone had their limits and you were bound to reach yours soon enough. Especially with the coming days ahead, seeing him after you wake up, and before going to sleep. All in his glory.
Heavens above, have mercy on your heart.
Suna nudged you awake, head resting on his shoulder for the duration of the flight. You muttered a small apology as he let out a small groan, fingers digging into his padded jacket to massage the tense muscles of his shoulder. âWeâre in Tokyo, sleepy head.â Atsumu prodded a finger at your head, poking his tongue out as you turned to face him, as if on cue, your heart beat picked up, only able to playfully roll your eyes in response.
Disembarking the plane, and claiming luggages proceeded without a hitch; thankfully, all your hard suitcases were still intact, and not shattered from the rough handling in the airport. After conveniently hailing a jumbo taxi, you were on your way to the heart of Tokyo. Naturally, Kita sat at the front passenger seat, having no trouble exchanging polite conversation with the driver. You and Osamu sat in the middle row while Atsumu and Suna were at the back.
You had to stop yourself from climbing to the back right after Atsumu did so, letting the brunette happily go instead, earning furrowed brows from the formerâone that you tried your best to ignore.
The sound of wheels rolling along concrete filled your ears, along with the hustling and bustling of Central Tokyo as the group searched for the nearest luggage storage. A sea of bodies clad in layers of business casual outfits, men and women alike hastily walked to their destinations. The beloved city was adorned with Christmas lights and decorations, radiant hues of red, green, and gold standing out against the dark winter coats locals donned.
That was to be expected, the start of winter break being only a day after Christmas. It always cheered you up in every sense, seeing all sorts of novel decorations put your mind in a better place.
âAlright! Now thatâs done, letâs get somethinâ ta eat.â Osamu locked the storage behind him, quickly tucking his hands back inside his trench coat, puffs of white fog leaving his lips with every word spoken. This earned a handful of hums from the rest, without a doubt there were no arguing when it came to eating food.
Atsumu fell into a step beside you, letting out an exaggerated noise as he shuddered from Tokyoâs early morning winter breeze.
âHey. Seems like I havenât talked ta ya in forever. Yâ avoidinâ me or somethinâ?â
The blonde teased, all smiles with a tinge of crimson painted on his nose, and cheeksâfrom the cold, you presumed. The lack of seriousness in his tone put you at a slight ease, at least you didnât have to start explaining why you were kind of avoiding him.
You shook your head, a genuine laugh leaving your lips as his honeyed eyes met your own, âMe? Never.â This earned a proud smile from your friend, chest puffing in absolute pride underneath the thick layers of winter fabrics.
âGood. I dunno what Iâll do if ya start avoidinâ me.â
His saccharine gaze lingered on your own a little too long for your sanity, all you could do was blink in response, mind flying off into the unknown as your heart picked up its pace yet again. Atsumuâs velvety stare was intense, it was like standing under the blazing sun on a scorching summer day, making you feel all sorts of emotions from A to Z.
Suddenly, the cerulean scarf around your neck felt a tad too restricting, the puffer jacket you wore became awfully warm, and the crisp morning air of Tokyo seemed too thin. Everything felt weird all of a suddenâyour skin prickled under his honeyed eyes, getting lost in them as each slow second passed.
âOi! Are you two coming or not?â Sunaâs voice sharply sliced through the enchanting trance you and Atsumu were under, jolting you both back into reality. The rest of them were already far ahead looking into shops for a quick bite, indicating that somewhere down the line, the two of you had stopped walking just to stare into each otherâs eyes. How embarrassing.
The latter cleared his throat, embarrassment settling in upon realising the situation at hand. He muttered a quick âLetâs goâ before starting a slow jog over to the rest of the group, acting like he didnât just stare into your soul for god knows how many seconds. Slapping your cheeks, and letting out a puff of breath, you headed towards your friends, navigating through the crowded footpath and making sure not to accidentally bump into anyone.
The next few hours consisted of wisely spending moneyâper Kitaâs wordsâin the heart of Tokyo. Despite endlessly complaining at first, the twins and Suna were soon sucked into the shopping fever.
Though, the four of you had to worry about your luggages back at the storage, resulting in only buying items that you desperately wanted, and essentials. This unfortunately led to almost being late to the scheduled Shinkansen you all had previously booked, the only option was to quickly run back to the luggage storage, and up the train station just in time before the train departed.
Everyone did their best to keep their heavy breathing in check, trying not to come off as rude to other passengers as well as saving yourselves from the embarrassment of unsolicited stares. You relaxed on the azure seat beneath, situated between the window and Kitaâwho sat in between you and Atsumu, the other two were on the next row over.
Your gaze turned to the large window beside you, overlooking the opposing platform as the engine of the Shinkansen quietly whirred, signalling the impending departure. Due to the non-rush hour at the quiet time of 1:57 PM, it wasnât packed at all, only a few commuters coming in and out of the station to get on with their day-to-day routine.
As the Shinkansen slowly advanced to full speed, the outside view quickly turned into a mix of blurred hues; tall buildings decorating Central Tokyo gradually turned into greenery and suburban areas.
The afternoon sun peeked from the winter ivory clouds, seeping into the window to cast a radiant, warm glow upon the three of you. A subtle reflection of Atsumuâs peaceful profile projected on the glassy panel, allowing you to carefully trace each and every detail of his handsome featuresâthe slope of his nose, flaxen strands framing his face, and those rosy pink lips youâve always longed to touch with your own.
Tucking your chin atop a palm, you shamelessly stared at your friendâs reflection through the windowâyou watched as his honeyed eyes focused on the scenery before him, angling his head your way to get a good look of the view. Atsumuâs lips ever so slightly pursed with pure fascination, his Adam's apple bobbing with awe, you presumed with the speed of the Shinkansen.
Oh, how wrong you were.
âStaring a little hard, arenât we?â
You were met with Kitaâs warm gaze as you whipped your head around, albeit, rather quickly as if caught doing something you shouldnât be. His stare held a hint of mischiefâsomething that rarely ever occurred which caused your cheeks to shamelessly heat up. The man wasnât even fully teasing you or anythingânot that he normally did soâbut it roused quite a reaction from you: fidgeting at the hem of your jacket, gaze avoiding Kitaâs expectant ones, the slight part of your lips, not to mention the small stutter your heart did but you werenât going to let him know.
Absolutely not.
On the other hand, Atsumu stared out the same window, albeit, not directly at the view outside but rather at the reflection of your side profile on the glassy panel as you animatedly explained yourself to Kita. He couldnât hear what the two of you were talking about as he resorted to using earbuds a few moments ago, blocking out the white noise.
Atsumu let out a small chuckleâone that was drowned by the hum of the Shinkansenâas he admired you from the window, a subtle smile involuntarily forming at the look of your flustered state. How adorable. Naturally, his eyes drifted down to your plush lips as it moved with every spoken word; Atsumu could only fantasise the feeling of it against his own.
The blonde swiped his tongue across his bottom lip before letting out a small huff, and closing his eyes shutâstubbornly depriving himself of your beauty.
More than a few times in the past, Atsumu has caught himself shamelessly wandering along the borders of âfriendsâ and âloversâ, brazenly walking along the fine line that split the two territoriesâas a matter of fact, in his eyes, the line was so damn thin that it almost appeared blurry. Dangerously blurry. But Atsumu was a thrill seeker, and would be lying to himself if he said he didnât want to venture out into the uncharted territory called âloversâ.
For as long as he could remember, Atsumu has been patiently sitting by this uncharted territoryâendlessly waiting for the day where heâd finally be able to cross that line without any hesitation in his bones. It was delusional of him, really, because at the very back of his mindâcarefully tucked and hiddenâAtsumu knew he probably didnât stand a chance. That one day, heâd helplessly watch another man effortlessly cross the line.
He could only hope that was him.
Fortunately, the rest of the train ride was peaceful until Mount Fuji came into view from the distance; the stratovolcano proudly stood in all its icy glory, looking over Shizuoka and Yamanashiâits snow-capped tip slightly peeking from a blanket of clouds. The five of you didnât hesitate to pull out your phones to start taking photos of the famed mountain, all amazed by its conical form.
After a few more clicks of the symbolic Fujisan, with selfies here and there, the train finally arrived in Shizuoka Stationâgreeted by the cityâs skyline surrounded by impressive sights of nature. Hauling your respective mini luggages, and shopping bags from Tokyo, the five of you, surprisingly, made it to the hotelâlocated in the heart of Shizuokaâonly a stoneâs throw from the train station.
Greeted with a homey view, the hotelâs vast foyer was warmly lit, decorated with artificial plants here and there along with lots of comfortable spaces to sit on. Faint jazz music filled the rather deserted place, footsteps along its marbled ivory floors echoing loudly. Kita, and Osamu made their way to the counterâthe latter only trailing behind to inquire about amenitiesâwhereas Suna beelined for the nearest toilet, leaving you and Atsumu on luggage duty.
Great.
The blonde unceremoniously plopped down next to you, cream-coloured couch groaning beneath his weight as he yawned, pairing it with a full body stretch. How cute. It reminded you of a cat stretching right after waking up, face scrunched and all. Atsumu sat way too close for your liking, the heat of his right side spilling onto your leftâit wasnât even a comfortable kind of warmth, no, it mirrored the intensity of a hot, sunny day. Despite the lack of skin contact, his touch lit your body with a searing blaze. You scratched at your neck, the familiar prickling sensation coming back for the nth time.
It was awfully quiet, the crisp winter air turning thick, and awkward as each slow second passed. All of a sudden, the wooden coffee table before you looked rather interesting, eyes tracing its natural surface pattern. It didnât look this cool a few seconds ago. The faint jazz music still played from the hotel speakers, a mocking symbol of the lack of conversation between you and Atsumu.
The latter awkwardly cleared his throat, hand coming up to rub at his napeâa nervous habit heâs picked up, and you knew that too. He turned his mind upside down, and inside out to think of anything just to clear the somewhat awkward air between the two of you but his thoughts fell short. For the first time in a while, Atsumu was rendered speechless. When did it get like this?
âWe should do a bike tour. I saw an ad for one outside just before we came in.â
Suna strode over to the two of you, hands snug inside his pockets. What a life saver. âI think it's like a 3-hour tour, though.â He muttered before pulling his phone out, mindlessly scrolling on it.
âWonât it be snowy?â Osamu replied from behind, Kita trailing closely, room keys and a pamphlet in hand. âShizuoka has very little snowfall. I think weâll be fine.â The ivory-haired male interjected, earning a hum from Suna. Before the group could further discuss todayâs plans, you spoke up,
âI canât even ride a bike.â
âDitto.â Atsumu groaned.
âWell. Technically, I can. Jusâ a bad experience from childhood. Havenât gotten on one since then and not about ta start now.â The male beside you shrugged whereas his twin chuckled at the recollection. Mustâve been quite a memory for the two, you presumed.
You shook your head, reassuring the group, âDonât mind me. I can rest up a bit while you all go out.â It wasnât much of a big deal, anyway. Plus, a good 3-hour nap sounded like absolute heaven to you right now, especially after waking up early this morning. It was only the first day of the trip, and there were more planned activities ahead with the group so you didnât mind.
The door to the hotel room opened up to a cosy, expansive suite inspired by traditional tearoom elements in Japanese-styleâgasping at the intricate vases and traditional scrolls that decorated the room. The suite included two Tatami roomsâexcluding the small kitchen, and living roomâadorned with cosy futons. Overlooking the vast city of Shizuoka, it gave a sense of luxury amongst the homey vibes of the room.
A few shuffling here, and there, the group agreed to part ways for a bit, and reconvene for dinnerâSuna, Kita, and Osamu headed for the bike tour whereas you and Atsumu stayed behind for a much needed peaceful rest.
If peaceful was even the word to describe it.
âWeâll see ya at dinner. Have fun.â Osamu shot his brother a look, one that made you stop in your tracks. A subtle smirk plastered all over the formerâs face which looked just like the usual expression Atsumu always wore, it didnât help how Osamu looked exactly like him.
What the hell?
A resounding thud reverberated throughout the walls as the door shut behind the silver-haired male. There was a slight pause, a heartbeat of silence before Atsumu turned to you, hands on his hips, mirroring the smirk his brother gave just a few seconds ago. You gulped, meeting his honeyed gaze.
âLooks like itâs just me and ya with three hours ta spare, huh?â
Three hours with Miya Atsumu. Alone. How convenient.
â
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#suki: recs#will continue in the tags bcos iâm a yapper n iâve said too much so iâm getting shy now but SERIOUSLY this fic is so so warm#the friends to lovers fic i desperately needed and honestly i love how theyâre awkward with one another because the PININH#THE MUTUAL PINING#IT FILLS MY SOUL#BITING MY PILLOW RN BCOS I WANT THEM TO CONFESS TO EACH OTHER#*screams*#but i also love how theyâre too afraid to say their feelings and assume they donât have a chance w each other like đ KISS ALREADY#the pining tho. and the slow burn. delicious 10/10#and when they stopped walking to stare at each other?!?! I WAS GIGGLING SM#KISSS ALREADYYYYY#THE CUTEST IM SHAKING#okay iâm done screaming but whew that was beautifully written thank you for sharing this đ«#OH WAIT ONE MORE THING BUT the way reader talks about atsumu like !! if that isnât love idk what is !! sigh to be young and in love :(
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FCKN KISSS ALREADYYYYY
DESTIEL FRUSTRATES ME SO MUCH LIKE THESE TWO SHOW SO MUCH CARE FOR EACH OTHER WHEN THE OTHER IS NOT PRESENT LIKE THAT PRAYER SCENE WHEN CAS WAS HUMAN AND DEAN WAS LIKE "IDC WHAT U DID PLS COME HOME" OR WHEN CAS REQUIRED 1000 TRIES TO KILL COPIES OF DEAN TO DO THE FINAL THING AND THEN HE COULDNT AND WHEN SAM WAS LIKE "YEAH THE VESSEL IS STRONG ITLL HOLD LUCIFER" AND DEAN WAS "ITS NOT AN IT SAM IT'S CAS" LIKE???? T A L K TO EACH OTHER YOU ALL WILL BE SO MUCH HAPPIER AND IN MORE REQUIRETED LOVE
I AGREE THEY ARE SUCH DUMBASSES LIKE THE WAY DEAN WATCHED CAS WALK AWAY BUT HE WAS SO SURE CAS WOULD COME BACK AND I KNOW HE DID EVENTUALLY BUT DEAN WAS LIKE OH SHIT I JUST LOST HIM AND FINE LIKE IM ANGRY AT HIM BUT I WANTED HIM TO FIGHT FOR US !! AND THEN CAS IS LEAVING THE BUNKER THINKING THE SAME DAMN THING AND GOD DAMMIT ITS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL TRAGIC IMPOSSIBLY COMPLEX LOVE STORY I NEED THEM TO SEE IT THROUGH
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