#he’s a grown man in his mid 30’s btw

[sweetie1728]

*Kisses his forehead and tucks him in*

[tobiosmilktea]

i’m not sure if you’re still accepting requests but if you are - maybe a “if we’re still single by 30, let’s just marry each other” pact with atsumu? 🥺💛✨

a little favor — miya atsumu

615 words | genre/s: fluff fluff fluff | warning/s: bad language | pairing: atsumu x gn!reader

a/n: soooo i’m back from an impromptu 3-day break, so i present you guys with whatever this is lmao (you and tsumu are like mid-twenties in this btw) 

atsumu wondered how long he had to endure watching this cheesy k-drama with you. he wasn’t going to lie, the show was good and he could understand why you were so invested in it—from the character’s witty jokes to the heart-wrenching drama and even to the romance that would for sure make any grown man blush—atsumu wouldn’t mind spending all day watching them with you.

the thing is, you two have been slumped on the couch for a good four hours already. you rested your back against the sofa’s arm while atsumu was on the other side doing the same, playing footsies with you under your shared blanket. 

“(y/n)...” the setter’s voice dragged out your name like string. he rubbed his eyes, feeling the fatigue from watching the television screen in a dark room all day, atsumu made sure to capture your attention kicking his feet against yours again. “let’s do something else, i’m tired.”

“how are you tired when you’ve been sitting here all day?” you responded, eyes glossing over suddenly as the male lead appeared on the screen. “holy crap, he’s so hot,” you muttered under your breath, but atsumu still heard you either way.

i’m hotter though, atsumu wanted to say before stopping himself. “but my ass hurts!” he groaned while slumping lower. his feet nearing your face to tease you knowing damn well you found it disgusting.

“ew, get your nasty feet away from me!” you exclaimed as you pushed his legs away.

a breathy chuckle emitted from the setter as he pushed himself up to sit up straight, “you’re the one who refused to let me lay next to you, so you gotta deal with post-volleyball practice feet next to your face.”

you roll your eyes, scoffing as you gave him a look. “fine, get over here then.” you huffed slightly as you watched his expression brighten before crashing his body into yours.

half of atsumu’s body laid over you due to the limited space on the couch, yet it wasn’t at all uncomfortable. laying like this with atsumu wasn’t out of the ordinary either, in fact, it was something you two did so often that you guys don’t even notice. it was osamu who pointed out your constant close proximity to each other as if you two were glue.

“are you sure you guys aren’t dating?” you recalled osamu asking earlier in the day when you stopped by his onigiri shop.

it was a simple question that had the most obvious answer, and yet it had been on your mind the entire day. if anything, it was the reason why you forced atsumu to sit on the other side of the couch this time around. yet despite all your efforts, atsumu still ended up in your arms no matter how many times to push away the urge. something about his warmth and embrace felt like home, yet simply intoxicating.

“(y/n),” atsumu called for you again, yet this time it was muffled into your shoulder and calmer than usual as you ran your fingers through his blond locks. you let out a hum in response, “can you do me a favor?”

“what is it?”

“if we’re still single by 30, let’s just marry each other.”

you hummed, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth in attempt to calm your rapidly beating heart. you were certain atsumu could hear how fast it was going, yet you refused to hear his teases otherwise. “why wait when we could do it now?”

“what was that?” with an impish look on atsumu’s face that told you that he actually heard you the first time around.

you rolled your eyes, “i said what i said.”