#straight into that cute little secret handshake too... they click with each other so instantly

[ghoulchurch]

ive already posted this gif but i really need to point out electra stopping to watch cb to mimic his dance moves. like wow this freight train i just met is gleefully violent and has no morals i HAVE to groove with him

[tsukkisbean]

B5 Atsumu pleasee, rando facts bout me: i like to eat weird combi foods but rarely got stomachache-😽

Thank youu

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pairing: atsumu x gn!reader

genre: angst, post timeskip

warnings: only minor post time skip spoiler mentioning his occupation

word count: 1139

prompt: b5.“i’ve waited for this moment my entire life, but-”

a/n: sooo this is definitely longer than a drabble but oh well hehe. although it’s angst hopefully you enjoy it, thank you for participating!!  c: also shoutout to lexi for beta reading this!!!

despite the hustle and bustle around you, the only thing your mind could register was the familiar blonde figure out on the court. you watched as atsumu celebrated with his teammates, each in a unique way. there was bokuto with their secret handshake, hinata with a ridiculous number of high fives, and sakusa with some playful banter. 

once he finished up, he turned his gaze towards the stands. spectators of all sorts began to shout his name, waving their banners in hopes of grabbing his attention, even if only for a split second.

his face broke out into a confident grin, pointer finger aimed towards the stands. it’s always been a habit of atsumu’s since he started playing volleyball as a child. and when he does, the cheers erupt from the spectators, filling the spacious stadium.

“mommy he’s looking right at us!”

“he’s sooo cute, i wonder if he’s seeing anyone”

“who’s he pointing at?”

everyone wonders who could be so lucky as to receive the attention of msby’s starting setter.

you throw your head back, downing your drink in one go. the hard liquor burns your throat, but you don’t mind. your eyes gloss over the room, stopping when they meet those deep brown ones that you love so much. though he’s engaged in conversation with a number of people, atsumu’s eyes never leave yours. after a few moments he gestures towards the door, signalling you to follow him out.

slipping on your coat, you weave your way through the copious amounts of bodies. when you step out you’re greeted by nothing but the dimly lit street. clicking your tongue in annoyance, you pull your jacket around yourself just a little tighter in hopes of protecting yourself from the autumn chill.

“did ya catch the game?” a pair of strong hands reach from behind you, wrapping themselves around your frame. pulling you against his chest, atsumu nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his warm breath a welcome contrast to the evening air. 

you turn your face slightly, messy blonde locks now visible in your peripheral, “i try to come to all of your games, ya know that.” 

letting out a disgruntled sigh, he releases you from his grip,“ya mean you used to try to come to all my games.”

when you turn around, you can see the hurt written all over his face. it’s not like you had meant to stop coming to his games. life just had other plans for you. 

“i miss ya, y/n...i haven’t seen you properly in over a year.” his words turn soft, a contrast from moments ago, “i just…”

your face contorts in confusion. the miya atsumu lost for words? never did you think this day would ever come.

“look ‘m gonna get straight to the point” atsumu runs a hand through his already mussed hair, another sigh escaping his lips, “i like ya, y/n. i want- no i need ya in my life.” 

to say you had a crush on atsumu would probably be an understatement.

like many others, you had the utmost respect for him. seeing the way he excelled on the court gave you the drive to do better in your own endeavours. his determination served as a constant reminder to never give up. he never shied away from a challenge, and so you too dove headfirst into any problem thrown your direction. he was unapologetically stubborn, teaching you how to hold your own ground.

the way his eyes disappeared into little crescents whenever he laughed turned your legs to jelly. with a smile so radiant, you’re certain the sun and stars must be jealous. his voice isn’t anything particularly special, but it’s always enough to make your heart stutter. when he held you in his arms? the entire world seemed to fade away and the only thing you could focus on was the steady beat of his heart. because at one point in time, he in fact was your world.

“atsumu…” you shake your head, taking a couple of steps back. before you can get far, he catches your hands, pulling you back in. 

“i like ya, y/n.” this time he says it with more confidence, “we’ve known each other since we were kids and you’ve supported me up until now. bein’ away from you made me realize that.”

his thumb runs along your knuckles, a hopeful glint in your eyes. you watch as that glint fades away when his thumb brushes against your ring finger. 

“atsumu,” you try your best to steady your voice, “i’ve waited my entire life for this moment, but-”

“yer getting married?” his hands leave yours, arms dropping down limp by his side. you stay silent for a moment, only the faint sound of music seeping through the entrance of the bar filling the empty air.

“yer right, i have always supported ya.” you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to hold in the tears threatening to fall, “but i got tired of believin’ i was always goin’ to be just a friend.” 

everything you loved about atsumu was exactly what made you fall out of love with him. too many missed hangouts, phone calls, and ignored texts. his fire on the court naturally translated into your friendship, resulting in many unnecessary and petty fights. his reluctance to ever admit even some fault in your arguments punctured tiny little holes into your heart. in time, the pain become too much to bear and you had to get away. so you ran, you ran as far as you could and that’s when you met them.

this time, you pull him into your embrace, but when he doesn’t move you know it’s time to leave. placing a soft kiss on his cheek, you bid him farewell, “atsumu, i love you, i really do. but not like i used to.”

he watches as your last words create a thin layer of mist. as you walk away from him, he reaches his hand out, grasping nothing but cold air. just as the mist has disappeared into the sky, you disappear from his life.

despite the rush of winning yet another game, the only thing his mind could focus on was finding your familiar figure in the stands. quickly, he went through his post game celebration rituals with each of his teammates. 

once completed, his attention automatically directed itself to a particular section in the crowd. his eyes worked through each row, the sea of people and their banners instantly fading away when he found what he was looking for.

immediately, his face broke out into a confident grin, pointer finger aimed towards the stands. he knew by the crowd’s reaction they all thought he was pointing at them. but just like every game, it was always going to be you.