[4:03pm] »please, just give me a chance« atsumu pleaded with wide eyes, his voice needy as he grabbed your arm, pulling you back to him.»i know what i said before, i know what i did before and i know i hurt you, but please, just listen to me!« silence settles over the both of you, the faux blonde in front of you trying to regulate his breathing, ignoring the rapid hammering in his chest. he knew he needed to talk to you as soon as he set eyes on you, he knew he needed to turn back to you.
»this situation feels familiar, don’t you think?« you finally answer calmly, eyes cast downward, avoiding his begging gaze by simply staring at his hand around your forearm »it’s ironic, really«
atsumu bit his lip, teeth sinking almost deep enough to draw blood. he knew what you were on about and he knew that whatever you were about to say was justified, he knew that you were right and yet he needed you to listen to him, as selfish as it was. he needed to try, he needed to give his everything or he could never forgive himself. »please, just, just listen« much to atsumu’s surprise you finally looked at him, the very same shiny eyes he used to find so annoying and yet later fell in love with staring into his skull. his breath hitching he swallowed, trying to clear his throat. you were so beautiful. »you know, to think that I’ve done so much to get you to notice me, to make you happy« you recounted with an almost shallow and yet soft voice, shaking your head slightly at the memory »i wanted to be your everything. but you never even looked my way« and you were right, you were so right.
atsumu remembered every little thing you did, everything that you knew would make his life easier, everything you did to make him smile, even just for a little bit. and atsumu couldn’t forget how cold he always had been, dismissing you as soon as he could, standing you up whenever something, someone, better came around.
he knew it, all those memories haunting him to this very day, keeping him up at night. by now he wondered, did you feel that way too? was it him that gave you so many sleepless nights before? did you really spend hours awake, tossing and turning and thinking about the way he scoffed when you just tried to talk to him, how he so easily blew up at you when all you wanted to do was make his life easier, more colorful?
»and now that i’m finally happy you want me to listen to you?« you scoffed, your lips curling in a sad, disappointed smile. was it because you knew him? because you knew that he could do better? that he could have done better if he just wanted to? »why should i? you never cared about me either«
atsumu’s eyes were watery, he pressed them shut, forcing to swallow down the tears. he wouldn’t cry, not now, not here, he couldn’t. he had no right to, did he? it wasn’t your fault he couldn’t treat you right, it wasn’t your fault he never managed to be good for you, it wasn’t your fault he couldn’t appreciate you. »i’m sorry«
and now finally, finally your small smile became genuine, eyes softened as you looked at him. you seemed relieved, like a heavy weight has been lifted off your shoulders. because you were and you finally got closure. you knew he was sorry, you knew he regretted it. »yeah. i guess i’m sorry too«
»goodbye, atsumu« and with that you turned you back on him, walking away with hurried steps. atsumu didn’t think the pain could get any worse, but seeing you practically jump in another man’s arms, shattered him to pieces. he was supposed to be there, he was supposed to be the one to hold you, he was supposed to make you laugh, he was supposed to be the one to kiss you. him and no one else.
as it turned out, even after all this time miya atsumu needed you. you just didn’t need him anymore.
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