| Timeskip!Miya Atsumu x strengthcoach!reader |
smau hybrid, slowburn, enemies to lovers
synopsis: where one of Osamus best friends becomes the strength and conditioning coach for MSBY, and falls for his mischievous twin.
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Ch. 3 - Ice packs and ego trips
greetings of receptionists and staff fill the air surrounding you as walk into the athletic building. with a quick tap of your foot, you waited for the elevator to arrive, greeting people as they walked past, and offering up some conversation every now and then.
after a quick trip up to the top floor, you step out, and quickly make your way to kuroos office.
with a swift knock, the door swings open and kuroo englufs yu into his arms.
"hiiiiii sweet thing, ive missed you"
he basically coos at you, as if you were a baby. your face deadpans as you pull away
keeping the straight face you two stare at eachother, only before bursting into laughter, and walking over to sit down near his desk
"so catch me up on this uhsiwaka scandal"
The weightroom was empty, humid and wet, but empty. Some of the boys decided to lift after practice and requested you be there to help, and just so they dont hurt themselves (as shoyo stated). All you could hear now was the buzz of the vending machine down the hall- paired with an occasional grunt and the sound of a garbage can being kicked.
Honestly, it couldve been alot of other things, and walking around the corner, you thought of every scenario possible.
"maybe someones having custodial closet sex??" is the last thing you said before stopping like a deer in headlights.
What you didnt expect to find was Miya Atsumu lurking in the corner of the training room like a jilted prom king. ESPECIALLY not shirtess, sweaty, and swearing at an ice pack.
"fuckin thing wont stay" he muttered to himself, pressing it into his shoulder with the grace of a half-brained monkey.
taking a couple steps forward and propping yourself onto the doorframe, you jest
" i cant believe i have to say this, but..... sitting still would help your case"
he jumped- only a little, then turned to face you. His expression read as annoyed, eyes said defensive and a side of something else you couldnt quite put your finger on.
" what're you doin' here?" he asked, as if you were the one kicking garbage cans and cursing loudly.
" checking on whose making all this noise. and if youve died of embarressment yet" you said the last bit with a menacing smile on your face.
he scrunched up his nose and made a "nananana" noise at you, like a four year old would.
"Ya, real funny" he says , dragging out the real
" god im hilarious, i know i know" you walk all the way in now, approaching him at the pt table.
he looks at you like youre absouletly crazy, and watches as you grab Saran Wrap. Standing infront of him and beginning to wrap the ice pack onto his arm, you give him small demands.
his scent hits you first, a mixture of sweat, cologne and a hint of shampoo. what you realize next is the silence, it was so thick you could chew on it.
he tensed when your fingers brushed his arm.
“i said hold still, not flex.”
“m’not flexin’,” he grumbled. “just got big muscles.”
you raised a brow. “is that what we’re calling overcompensation now?”
continuing, he stared at your face and laughed when you would give him a new demand (which he would often deem impossible with the ice pack on, then proceed to do swiftly)
“you always talk this much when you're manhandling your athletes?”
you didn’t look up. “only when they act like toddlers with a god complex.”
atsumu scoffed, then winced when the ice pack shifted. “don’t pretend ya know me.”
“oh, i don’t have to pretend. your reputation got here before you did—loud, dramatic, and allergic to taking feedback.”
his jaw flexed. “you don’t get to talk about ‘feedback’ when all you do is give shit advice and flex your clipboard like it’s a damn sword.”
you smirked. “sorry, were you hoping for a cookie every time you didn’t pull a muscle?”
“no, just maybe some basic respect from someone who thinks she’s better than the rest of us.”
you stepped closer. “i am better than you. especially when it comes to keeping my body functional past 25.”
he leaned forward, eyes sharp, voice low. “you think insulting me is gonna keep me from noticing the way you look at me?”
“i look at you like a problem,” you snapped. “because that’s what you are. a walking pulled deltoid with a superiority complex.”
“maybe I like bein’ a problem,” he muttered, bitter. “at least I ain’t boring.”
you taped the wrap harder than necessary—just enough for him to grunt.
you stepped back, jaw tight. “with the tape, yeah. with you? God, I wish.”
he caught the roll you tossed at him midair, still glaring.
“go ice your attitude while you’re at it,” you said, walking off.
“y’know,” he called after you, “for someone who doesn’t care, you sure spend a lotta time pissed off.”
you just slammed the door on your way out.
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A/N:ayyayayyayayyayayayaa chapter 3 done. i kinda changed some of my writing but im trying my best to mke this a good story lol. feel free to send in reqs for next chapters :)))))))))))))))))
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