→ characters : miya atsumu x gn!reader
→ warnings : roommate!atsumu, f2l, little bit of angst, major fluff, he keeps a hair tie around his wrist for you, atsumu is heartbroken at first, he’s not poor but can’t find a house to stay in, mentions of sex, allusions to sex, addiction is mentioned once as a metaphor, mentions of alcohol, reader uses gn pronouns but is mentioned as wearing a dress once
→ summary : Three years after graduation, Atsumu’s life is nowhere near what he’d planned. He’s being kicked out of his apartment in three days, the roots of his hair are starting to show, and he really fucking hates that Driver’s License song.
→ notes : this is for @tetsurobunni and @gojossalamistick bc they got in the habit of threatening me for not finishing this fic <3 it’s 5:06 a.m. and i am beat, enjoy x (also, this is loosely based off of single by the neighbourhood, the lyric “i don’t know if we should be alone together / i still got a crush, it’s obvious / if nobody around, what’s stopping us?”)
“Uh, do you guys have like, peppermint tea?”
Atsumu wants to sleep. Four hours doesn’t suit him, not when he’s been on the same schedule since high school, and certainly not when he’s stressed out of his mind already. He’s positive that if he counted, he could come up with a thousand different reasons why sleep hasn’t been coming as easy to him as normal. But off the top of his head, it could be that he just got broken up with. Maybe added on is the fact that he has three days to clean his stuff out of his apartment - his fucking hand picked, two thousand dollars a month apartment - before his lease is terminated for good. Or because when he’d woken up this morning and had stared into the mirror, he could see, through the splatters of dried water and toothpaste, the beginnings of rich brown hair at his roots.
Maybe he should start drinking that tea Kiyoomi had recommended all those months ago. It had helped him sleep at the time, and Atsumu needs any help he can get. Which is why he’s here, in this godforsaken coffee chop, searching for anything that comes close to the drink. Because Atsumu had run out of it weeks ago, after a few bad matches that kept him up longer than his bed time of ten o’clock.
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