⟢ romantic dreams | atsumu m. | go inside
⟢ to atsumu, she's everything, and she has been since middle school. how do you navigate your band and being in love with the guitarist when all she wants is chaos?
warnings : aggression, fighting
by the time you get to suna’s house, you forget about karasu’s messages. you haven’t been this excited to play in a very long time.
playing bass, especially surrounded by all your friends, gives you a feeling of euphoria drugs never could. you’re transported to a different world where the most complicated thing is learning chords to your favorite song.
you get halfway through the set before someone’s speeding through suna’s neighborhood, screeching to a stop half past the driveway.
you all pause to watch for a moment - nothing interesting ever happens on this side of town.
it takes you a moment to realize, but you know that car. you know it very well, in fact, because you’ve been in it more than a few times.
you freeze as karasu jumps out of the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut before he storms up to you.
he barely makes it halfway before he starts talking.
“you,” he points at you, voice raised, “you need to respond to me whenever i text you. i don’t know who you fucking think you are-“
“what the fuck?” you hear atsumu mutter, too shocked by karasu’s booming voice to turn and look at him.
you see suna shuffle over to nishinoya in your peripheral, hesitating to reach out.
karasu starts coming closer, and you subconsciously take a few steps back.
he’s still yelling nonsense as atsumu steps in front of you, cutting him off. “dude, i have no idea who you are, but you need to calm down-“
“no!” karasu exclaims stopping right in front of atsumu, flickering his eyes from him to you quickly. “i’m not gonna calm down! this is what i fucking mean, yn! you obviously are so dependent on the men you’re friends with that you need them to fight your battles! you need to grow up!”
“hey!” atsumu yells, pushing into karasu to stop him from reaching you further. “you need to leave, now!”
everything is happening so fast that you don’t realize karasu is swinging before he almost comes crashing into you, noya pulling you to his side just in time.
“oh my god,” suna says, watching as atsumu hits karasu in the jaw, “what is happening right now.”
“holy shit!” noya shouts, “get his ass, atsumu! rock his shit!”
you blink back to reality the moment atsumu gets hit for the first time, and rush without thinking.
you tug atsumu’s hands off karasu, trying your best to pull him away from the other.
“hey, hey! stop! let him fight! he wants to act so tough-”
“enough, atsumu!” you cut him off, pushing him back to where suna and nishinoya watch. you glance over to karasu - beat to a pulp. bloodied. still on the ground.
“you need to get the fuck out of here, now. don’t fucking text me again, don’t come by anywhere you know i’ll be. you’re disgusting.”
the four of you watch as karasu scoffs, limping back to his car.
you only let yourself turn your back to the garage door once he drives off. you exhale shakily, watching noya grab your phone. “turning your location off. that bitch is so weird.”
you stay silent as him and suna start talking, looking over to atsumu, who’s sitting down, knuckles red.
you pad over, stopping in front of him. he looks up at you.
the post went viral almost immediately
the people are in SHAMBLES. quoting "they just hit the pentagon" every time shidou posts a new pic
atsumu highkey put belt on karasu
he didn't show it but he's thinking of becoming a boxer now
⟢ a/n : finished this in class #GRIND
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