I’M SUPER SHY, SUPER SHY | requested ۶ৎ
SYNOPSIS atsumu has a huge crush on you, his brothers best friend. and with the help of osamu and a horror movie, he finally confesses.
osamu miya has been your bestfriend ever since middle school.
from the day you two met, it just clicked instantly.
you haven’t gone a day without hanging around him, even so far as going to the same school as him when you both entered highschool, just to be able to hang out with him more often.
and you’d think that being friends with osamu would naturally also make you befriend atsumu, since they’re literally inseparable. but that’s really not the case.
atsumu’s a very arrogant, handsome and cocky bastard. but he completely freezes up whenever you’re around.
when he sees you, his heart does around twenty somersaults in his chest, along with the inability to breathe for what feels like two decades.
it could be at school, or whenever you’re over at their place, you never fail to literally take his breath away and choke on the insult he was about to throw osamu’s way.
he’s just so undeniably in love with you, it physically aches in a good way.
from the moment he first saw you. which was on a rainy thursday in may, your whole entire body being drenched to the bone, cheeks flushed and chest heaving, standing in the entrance to the gym, he was in love.
that was the day his entire perspective on life changed.
he wasn’t just going to chase a successful volleyball career, but he was also going to chase you, figuratively and literally, until you’re finally his.
but the problem is, he doesn’t know how.
he’s a complete nervous wreck when you’re even in the same room as him. he can’t even look you in the eye without combusting internally.
and osamu gives him absolute hell for it.
every single volleyball practice goes the exact same.
‘ya should just confess, ‘tsumu.’ ‘well i can’t! i can’t even talk ta’ her like a normal dude, my heart explodes everytime she’s near!’
‘if ya can’t even confess to a girl you see everyday, than what can ya even do, moron!’ cue osamu giving atsumu a harsh slap on his face to put some sense into him.
‘ ‘samu, stop naggin’ me about it will ya!?’ atsumu yells back while slapping osamu twice as hard, starting yet another fight between the two.
suna pulls out his phone to record, ‘i’ll send this to y/n, wonder what she thinks of your crap.’ he says loud enough for atsumu to hear.
‘don’t ya dare do that, sunarin! i’ll seriously kill yer ass!’ and it always ends up with kita’s calm demeanor creeping everyone out, making them forget what happened in the first place anyway.
suna doesn’t send the videos to you, but he does have a dedicated folder of all of them, waiting for the day atsumu finally gathers enough guts to actually out. and only then will he send you the collection, you’ll get to know just how bad atsumu was crushing on you.
some of the videos are rather embarrassing ones, one of them is atsumu sick to the point of fainting, laying down on the waxed floorboards muttering your name like a prayer.
‘y/n-chan.. she’s so pretty.. an’ smart.. an’.. amazing..’ he was babbling your name and all your best qualities, until he eventually did pass out. but it did make for a hilarious scene.
and those are only small tidbits of what happens at practice, sometimes he’s so off his game because he’s thinking of you.
your pretty face, soft hair that he’d love to rake his fingers through, your soft lips that he’d love to feel against his, your perfect hands, ones that he wants to hold until his last breath, the way you laugh at osamu’s jokes, hoping that one day you’ll laugh at one of his like that.
you’ve successfully found your way into his mind at constant, sitting right next to volleyball, and everything else in that head of his.
the crush he has on you is very movie plot worthy, that’s how bad it is.
it’s a friday afternoon at practice, and atsumu is setting the worst balls of his life.
‘ ‘tsumu the hell is wrong with ya!’ osamu shouts, absolutely done with the horrible balls he’s been given by atsumu, they’re barely even reachable.
atsumu groans loud enough it echoes through the gymnasium, but he doesn’t give an answer to osamu, making his brother even more annoyed than before.
‘spit it out! ya always berate me when my plays are shit, so now i’m doing it to ya!’ he grabs atsumu by the collar, fed up with the lame excuses the fake blonde has been giving him this entire practice session.
‘i can’t focus ya dipshit! ya told me y/n was comin’ over tonight and now i can’t focus!’ atsumu yells back, tugging on the front of osamu’s shirt with a vice grip.
‘yer being this useless cause’ y/n’s on yer mind? get a grip ‘tsumu, ya can’t be like this forever! jus’ confess to her for fucks sake!’ suna’s got his phone whipped out, and everyone’s exchanging looks between eachother.
‘how do ya want me to do that?! if i’m in the same room as her i feel like i’m havin’ a heart attack!’ osamu rolls his eyes, not believing the words coming out of atsumu’s mouth, ‘why the hell are ya so nervous around her? i haven’t seen ya this nervous since we were like five!’ osamu lets go of his grip on atsumu’s shirt, crossing his arms like a disappointed mother.
‘she’s like my dream girl y’know! she’s basically perfection in human form!’ atsumu half yells half whines, the tips of his ears going red at the thought of you.
‘yer so stupid,’ osamu mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
‘what was that?’ atsumu’s already prepared to start another pointless fight with his brother, this time over literally nothing important.
but then, the gym doors swing open. carrying a loud gush of wind into the gymnasium.
everyone looks to that direction, and there you are. hair messy like you personally fought a tornado, flushed cheeks from running all the way here, probably.
‘yo, ‘samu!’ you quip, still trying to catch your breath from the mini marathon you ran from the main building to the gymnasium.
‘did ya run all the way here? ya look awful.’ he laughs, walking over to you and ruffling your hair a little, messing it up even more than before.
you give him a look, narrowing your eyes at him. ‘practice ends at five doesn’t it? i’m just five minutes early.’ you tell him, your eyes scanning the space infront of you.
the gym’s still messy, balls laid astray on the floor, towels and water bottles haphazardly thrown in the large sink.
normally they would’ve been cleaning up by now. well kita is, the rest just aren’t.
atsumu looks like he’s about to shit his pants, suna has a regular bored look on his face, and kita just looks unimpressed.
but the elephant in the room is, that it’s really quiet. and it’s never quiet when inarizaki has practice going on.
well sure it was quiet because you barged in, but the minute before that you also didn’t hear anything.
you figured the twins must’ve fought again, osamu’s shirt like it’s been tugged on pretty hard. the front of his shirt all crumpled up.
‘did you two fight again?’ you ask osamu, shifting on your feet. ‘nah, ‘tsumu jus’ wouldn’t admit somethin’ to me.’ you nod, taking a look at atsumu who’s now awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.
in the times you’ve been friends with osamu, you’ve learnt to never ask what they were fighting about. no matter how bruised and battered they made the other. it’d always start another fight.
so you just wonder, wonder what they’ve fought about. and this time it was actually about you.
about atsumu being too nervous to confess his undying feelings for you, and being unable to be in the same room as you without combusting into a thousand little pieces.
but you’ll be oblivious to that fact until further notice.
kita calls everyone to help him clean up, something they should’ve been doing instead of watching the twins fight once again.
and when everyone turns around to start doing so, everything’s already done. the stray volleyballs have been placed in the basket, the water bottles have been neatly aligned, and the towels have been thrown in the laundry basket.
‘just go home,’ kita says, his expression sending a shiver down everyone’s spine. including yours, and he wasn’t even talking to you.
everyone straightens up and rush to the locker room to get their belongings, leaving you alone for around thirty seconds.
‘ya ready to go?’ osamu calls out at you, his brother following suit behind him. you give him a thumbs up, flashing him a small smile that atsumu happens to see.
and it makes his heart nearly explode.
such a small, graceful smile has changed the wiring of his brain, he’ll cherish it until the day he dies.
‘ ‘tsumu, you okay? you look flushed.’ you point out, walking two steps to stand infront of the fake blonde, placing the back of your hand on his forehead to check his temperature.
osamu clenches his jaw, knowing what you just did is not good for his brother’s wellbeing.
because atsumu tenses the second your hand’s touching his skin, full body jolt and then he’s as still as a renaissance statue.
‘you’re really warm, i think you have a fever.’ your hand goes down to his cheek, which is really red, and really really hot.
you’re genuinely concerned for his wellbeing, osamu has to hold in his laughter, and atsumu has stopped functioning, his cheeks getting hotter and hotter with the longer your palm is on it.
‘ ‘tsumu—’ ‘he’s fine, let’s go.’ osamu yanks your arm away from atsumu’s cheek, gently.
you take one look at atsumu, who doesn’t look as fine as his brother claims, his eyes wide and dazed, cheeks still red as they were before your hand got yanked away.
osamu’s already outside, atleast thirty steps away from the gym. ‘hurry up! i don’t have all day.’ osamu yells, still taking lazy strides foward.
you rush out at osamu’s call, leaving behind a still very dazed, and tensed up setter.
it’s only a short ten minute walk to the miya’s home, which is usually filled with bickering between the two, but this time it’s quiet. and that’s because atsumu hasn’t said a word yet.
maybe they had an argument about something really serious earlier, but osamu doesn’t seem bothered by anything, his expression seems normal, no twitch in his brow or a scowl, nothing.
atsumu doesn’t look pissed either, but he doesn’t have a neutral expression on, he sort of looks really stressed out. a bead of sweat trickling down his temple, probably still from practice though, or maybe the fever he’s running.
but little do you know, you’re the cause of his elevated stress levels.
you touched him, twice. both on his face, for his wellbeing, you cared, for his wellbeing.
he wonders how you’d treat him if he were actually sick, would you feed him pickled plums? run him a bath? kiss his forehead to check his temperature? coddle him like a baby? boss him around that he can’t get out of bed no matter the occasion?
you’d be the best caregiver ever, he knows it, and he’s convinced. you’re the only one he’d let take care of him, nobody else, just you.
‘ ‘tsumu walk faster! did ya transform into a snail or somethin’ ?’ osamu snaps, effectively snapping atsumu out of his daydreaming.
‘shut up ‘samu!’ he yells back, although he does pick uo his pace a little, now walking beside his brother to elbow him, which the grey haired happily returns.
and before they can pull at eachother’s hair, you arrive at their home. the upcoming fight scheduled for a later date, or never, you hope.
‘ ‘tsumu, come with me. y/n, ya can change in the bathroom.’ before either of you can respond, osamu’s already dragging his twin to their shared bedroom.
you go to the bathroom to get changed out of your nasty uniform from wearing it at school all day, while osamu has had it with his brother.
‘yer such n’ idiot! do ya know how stupid ya looked earlier?!’ osamu slams the door behind him, keeping his voice low enough so that you won’t overhear their conversation.
‘well what was i supposed ta’ do?! her hand was on my face, ‘samu. her hand!’ atsumu’s voice is a pinch too loud, causing osamu to slap a hand over his mouth to shut him up.
‘shut yer trap! if ya don’t confess soon enough i might have ta’ do it for ya!’ atsumu yanks the hand off his mouth, ‘ya wouldn’t dare! give me a break will ya, i can’t rush somethin’ like that! ‘s gotta be perfect!’
‘who cares if ‘s perfect, the answer’ll stay the same anyway! ‘s not about how you do it, ‘s about who does it, ya seriously don’t understand that?’
shit, he’s right. for once in his life, atsumu actually agrees with what osamu’s said.
it’s about the person, not about the location or how it’s done.
you could ask someone out in math class, and if they like you, they’ll say yes. since it’s not the location or moment you’re going to date, it’s the person you fall in love with.
that means, he could probably blurt it out whenever, and depending if you reciprocate his feelings or not, you’ll say yes, because it’s him you say yes to, not how or when he does it.
‘huh, that kinda makes sense.’ atsumu mutters, very deep in thought.
so basically, he has to grow some balls for one moment, any moment at all, to ask you out, and the answer depends if you like him like he likes you.
sounds simple enough, the only thing it’ll take is courage, and a hell of a lot of it.
he can do that, he can find enough courage. he’s atsumu freaking miya afterall, he can do anything, even ask the girl of his dreams out.
it’s going to be easy, he won’t mess anything up, or will he?
anyhow, it’s been five minutes, and atsumu is still standing in the same position, eyes fixed on a stain on the floor, still very deep in thought.
while osamu’s already changed out of his practice clothes, and in something more comfortable. a shower will come later.
‘you guys okay in there?’ you knock on the door to their bedroom, a little concerned since there was quite the bit of yelling not long ago.
‘ ‘tsumu, go change!’ is the last thing osamu yells at atsumu before opening the door to you. ‘everything alright?’ you ask, looking behind osamu to see a very focused atsumu, not doing what his brother told him.
‘yep, had to kick some sense inta’ him. let’s order food, ‘m hungry.’ he brushes past you to the kitchen, setting humself on a chair and scrolling on his phone for the food delivery app.
‘what’dya wanna eat?’ he yells from across the room, ‘coming!’ you quickly pad away to the kitchen, your eyes shooting to atsumu for one quick second before you leave.
even though he didn’t look at you, atsumu still combusted internally, seconds away from giggling like a highschool girl.
your voice is captivating, it’s perfection to his ears, it’s like a spell he wouldn’t mind falling for, it’s music to his ears.
he could listen to you talk for hours on end, and still tell you to keep going.
but what’s not music to his ears, is his brother yelling at him, for the nth time this day.
‘ ‘tsumu get yer ass over here! we’re tryna order somethin’! ’ he quickly tugs off his clothes from practice and changes into a random tee and some sweats. then finally comes to the kitchen.
you three sit around the kitchen table, with the very tough decision on what to order.
‘ya’ll want ramen? chinese?’ you groan at the two options he’s given, you’re not craving either of those. and you don’t know what exactly you’re craving.
‘pho?’ you blurt out, now that you’ve said it. it does sound really good. ‘sure, ‘tsumu?’ ‘ ‘m fine with whatever.’ he murmurs, stretching his arms behind his head.
you and osamu share a very knowing look.
atsumu is never fine with ‘whatever’, he always has to argue back and forth until he agrees wholeheartedly.
neither of you decide to comment on his weird behavior, even though it’s really tempting to.
you all put in your orders, watching how eerily calm atsumu’s being, not fighting about the extra beef he usually wants with it, which is again, really weird coming from him.
a small twenty minutes later, the food finally arrived. and you all dig in, the room filled with slurping noises and osamu choking on the noodles from eating too fast.
atsumu keeps eyeing up at you, watching your cute expressions while you’re eating.
the way the corners of your mouth tug up a little when you take another bite, all the flavors exploding on your tongue filling you with joy.
you look adorable with your cheeks stuffed. happily munching away at your meal without a care in the world.
he could squish your cheeks from how much cuteness agression you give him, he could totally take a bite out of your cheeks right now.
osamu notices the glances atsumu takes at you, and since he’s not that of an asshole to verbally point it out, he instead stomps on his brother’s foot, hard.
‘—ow! the hell was that for?!’ atsumu yelps. his knee hitting the table from jerking it away, knocking over his own bowl of food, and nearly your own. good thing you all finished your food.
‘felt like it,’ osamu gets up from his chair and starts gathering all the takeout containers and throwing them in the original bag they came in, just to get the mess out of the way.
another little while later, you’ve all cleaned up, and are now seated on the comfortable couch. attempting to pick a movie to watch tonight.
although it’s not that easy to pick a movie when you’re with the miya’s.
they bicker alot on a regular basis, and you guessed it. it’s worse when it’s time to pick a movie.
although this time, atsumu’s only giving half assed answers, a ‘nah, already saw that,’ with every movie that gets clicked. no fire in his words like usual, which is weird.
but little do you know, it’s about you, again.
your thigh is brushing his everytime you shift, along with your shoulder.
he can smell you, you smell like heaven and coconut, along with something fresh, probably your conditioner.
your side profile’s also really pretty, even better up close.
and the light from the television highlights your already beautiful features even more, you look like an angel that got sent from heaven to save him, save him from his embarrassing crush on you.
he’s staring, so hard, completely unaware of it too.
you’re just so pretty, he can’t help himself.
you’re a blessing to his eyes, you’re the sun, the stars, and everything he’s ever dreamed of.
his thoughts get interrupted, this time not by osamu, but by the loudest bloodcurdling scream coming from the television. and he himself nearly lets out a scream adjacent to the one on screen.
‘ ‘samu, why the hell’d ya pick a horror movie?!’ neither of you three likes horror movies, so why’d he pick the scariest one on the internet?
well, it’s because osamu’s so done with atsumu’s nervous highschool girl behavior around you, that he thought it’d be a great idea to put on a horror movie, so the fake blonde will jump in your lap with every jumpscare, and maybe that’d lead to him finally confessing.
it’s an idea he put around forty seconds of thought in, but he’s betting it’ll work. or atleast in some way.
and that’s also why he watched this movie beforehand, even if he also isn’t very fond of horror movies, to know where the scariest jumpscares are, so he can leave the room to make it a little easier for his brother.
it’s probably the most thoughtful thing he’s done for his brother, ever.
and he’ll surely get atsumu to pay back the favor, because why should he do something so generous with no costs attached.
the movie’s packed with jumpscares, one around every ten minutes. so another one should come very soon.
‘ ‘m gonna get some snacks, ya’ll want anything?’ osamu takes one look at atsumu, and notices just how insanely tense he looks.
his fists are balled so tight his knuckles are white, he looks like he’s barely breathing, staying as still as humanly possible, probably cause you’re centimeters away from touching him.
‘i’m fine, thanks,’ you smile, then return your attention back on the screen, not affording to miss more than two seconds of the movie.
even if it’s a horror movie, the plot’s still pretty good, you’re only unaware that there’s about to be a jumpscare that’ll scare a near heart attack out of you.
the temptation’s rising, the music’s becoming intenser with every step the main character takes, the floorboards creak, and then—
‘AH!’ you physically jump, hiding yourself against the closest thing next to you, which happens to be, well, atsumu miya. his chest to be precise.
his arms wrap around you on instinct, like it’s the most normal thing to do.
you don’t even realize where you’ve put your head until you feel a frantic thump against your forehead.
your head shoots up with the speed of lightning, your expression horrified. ‘i’m so sorry!’ you blurt out, staring him directly in his big, brown doe eyes, and he looks as equally terrified as you do.
his hands are still on you, and this time it doesn’t make him feel as nervous as it should.
‘ ‘s okay— i have somethin’ to tell ya though.’ this is the time, this is the perfect time to confess, you hid yourself against him. not in your arms, a pillow, against him.
that’s got to mean something, means that you probably trust him, more than the pillow you’ve been clutching for five minutes.
he’s going to do it, he has to.
you nod, trying not to focus on the eerie music in the background too much.
‘y/n, i love ya. yer everything i’ve ever dreamed of, and i always feel like i’m ‘bout to combust in a million pieces when yer around. yer perfect, ya’ve got no flaws whatsoever. and i know i’m a cocky bastard who’s only got volleyball on his mind, but i mean it, i like you, i even remember the day that i really fell in love with ya.’
he takes a deep breath in, his hands gripping your waist a little tighter to ground himself, and to not freak out completely.
‘ ‘t was in our first year, ya showed up to the gym completely soaked to yer shoes, yer cheeks were tomato red, and ya had this adorable look on yer face, an’ that’s what made me fall in love with ya.’
he’s not freaking out, he’s actually doing it, he’s actually confessing to you, with very creepy music in the background.
‘so please, save my dignity when i ask ya this, d’ya wanna be my girlfriend?’ he’s staring deep into your eyes to find even a speckle of doubt, but he doesn’t find any.
‘yes— yes i’d love to be yours!’ you wrap your arms around his neck immediately, hugging him as close to you as humanly possible, and so does he.
he wraps his arms around you like you’re a lifeline, and he lets out the most relieved sigh of his life.
you’re his now, he gets to call you his.
osamu’s standing at the corner of the hallway, the most prideful smirk on his face, as if to say ‘congrats, bro. ya finally did it.’
a/n: i feel like this is my best work yet, i’m so proud of it, i don’t know how 4k words happened..
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