#also omg the shading is NOT DONE IM ONLY UP TO THE COLLARBONE AREAS THE REST BELOW IS ROUGH PLS

[alukaforyou]

went to da gym, had my tea, and im STILL drawing i hope im learning smth 😭

[gnnhildr]

omg king hey here 2 bless ur inbox to the best of my abilities the blog looks absolutely amazing <3 im like. a fatass sucker for thee one and only miya atsumu so like... fluff.... late nights with him talking about anything and everything and just being in his arms if thats okay with you? im down soo bad for that bitch can u tell

indigo nights \ miya atsumu.

[ fluff & comfort ] aka pillowtalk minus the nsfw, see: late nights w/ inarizaki’s golden boy. \ a/n: this is kind of bad, i’m so sorry ;-;

900+ wc ( mentions of insomnia & nightmares ) you blame your honesty on the the dim lighting & your lack of sleep.

soft lights twinkle overhead of you, dim indigo blooming in cool hues against your warm pallor. the dim of the room seems to hold your long-awaited sleep captive, much like the strong arms which had secured themselves around your waist. 

shifting a bit, you turn on your side, careful not to wake the sleeping figure sharing the same sleeping space as you. your fingers are delicate against the borders of his face, ghosting the little bit of sunburn across the bridge of his nose ( stupid him and his stubborn self not listening when you offered him the lotion ) before settling to tangle in the stray locks of darkened gold framing his complexion.

blue outlines the tangled shape of your bodies, a mellow air about the space you two shared. you like the way the lights cast a different hue, inarizaki’s golden boy setter now shrouded in shades of hazy azure. 

you feel him stir, your ministrations suddenly halting as a soft groan emits from him before pulling you closer and settling his head against the area between your collarbones and neck.

“it’s rude to stare, y’know . . .” low voice reverberating against your frame, you adjust to his position, offering a small hum of amusement at the state of his drowsiness.

your hands find themselves continuing their previous motions, fingers working to softly comb through his bedraggled hair. “i didn’t mean to wake you.”

sighing, he turned to face you, beautiful earthen hues meeting your own in the lack of light. “well i’m up now.” the slight irritation in his voice made you flinch, your exhaustion never failing to put you on a bit of edge. clearing his throat lightly, he reassured his embrace around you, rubbing softly against your back. “nightmare again?”

despite contrary belief, neither of you were really ones to dive deep into mushy feelings, relying more on small affirmations of mutual feelings. both of you didn’t question, you just knew. that’s had it had always been, ever since your more youthful days. 

shaking your head, you settle against his chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat a constant you find yourself matching breaths with subconsciously. “i, uh, couldn’t fall asleep,” you whisper. “and i left my melatonin at rin’s house.”

atsumu notices the clock on the other side of the bed, the led digits reading 3:47 am, not exactly the time of day he’d imagine he’d ever be up at, but something he had done before. “do you ever dream?”

“sometimes,” you hummed, though luckily he couldn’t see your puzzled expression. now that you had thought about it, you couldn’t recall the last time you had a pleasant dream. “i wish more often than not. what about you?”

“sometimes,” he repeated. “what d’ya dream about?” 

you thought for a moment. “i once dreamt about failing a test.”

“how is that even a dream?!” you laughed, feeling atsumu’s body also shake with a low chuckle. “if anythin’ that seems like a nightmare . . .” 

“i honestly would’ve thought so as well,” you muse, your smile fades a little at the memory of your past night terrors, those times you woke either shaling or screaming as if it hadn’t ended yet. you swallowed hard. “and you? what do you dream about?”

“hm, anything, everything . . .” 

you can’t help the chuckle from your lips when light snoring sounds against the crook of your neck, the soft breathing accompanying only a tell-tale sign he had gone back on his promise.

“you idiot,” you murmur softly, the pull of slumber beginning to take a hold of you. so as your own vision dim of tire, your lips quirk slightly at a new, sweet thought, your fear of sleep slowly diminishing. 

“i wonder if you dream of me . . .”

you wake to an empty bed, the figure of your bed partner now absent and nowhere to be found. checking the time, you see that it’s well into the afternoon, the midday sunlight you rub from your eyes making your visions warm and fuzzy. 

slipping from the bed covers, you stand and stretch your limbs, relieving the stiffness from sleep. the bedroom door’s already open, so you simply make your way down to the stairs.

the smell of eggs and garlic wafted up from the kitchen, more than enough to catch your attention this early in the day afternoon. “oh! you’re up!”

startled, you turn to see a smiling mrs. miya lounging on the couch across the room. “oh— mornin’,” you greet, smile tired and easy. 

“there’s food on the counter for ya, atsumu made it. somethin’ about leaving you a note and whatnot ‘cuz the boys went out for practice. i’m gonna be headin’ out soon for an appointment, help yerself to whatever.” after one last smile, she left the room and headed for the stairs, leaving you to your curiosity of what atsumu had made for you.

following the scent, you reach a plastic-wrapped plate, the yellow sticky note with scribbled handwriting catching your eye. taking the piece of paper, you let a small laugh pass your lips, a sigh following at the low-quality legibility.

samu helped, but it was mostly me. last i checked, it was your fave, so, i hope ya like it. btw, i dream of you too. just thought i’d say it ‘fore samu calls me a chicken. see ya later.

— tsumu :)

“miya atsumu,” you chuckle, “you really are an idiot.”

last updated: 06.17.21

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