notes before we go: i wrote this at like 1-4 am so pls be nice :3 hopefully you guys enjoy!! 4.5k words.
tw! atsumu might be a creep. mentions of food and kind of unhealthy eating and living habits (not major). and kind of rushed stories.
so i had this idea that this is him, and i cant see anyone else acting like this, except from a select few.
he was driving around in his car and waiting at a stop light while absentmindedly staring around waiting for it to turn green. he just so happened to turn and look at the crowd walking past his car, and he laid his eyes on you. someone so beautiful. you were laughing with your friend while walking and turned away to wipe away your tears of joy. then– you made very short eye contact with atsumu. his heart stopped and his eyes were sucked into your own – however it only lasted 0.0001 seconds because you just turned towards him (and he’s delusional) – and his trance was interrupted by cars behind him honking at him to go. atsumu knew he had to find you and find a way to ask you out on a date.
he knew his very actions were concerning and stalker-ish, but he just had to get to know you. so he followed you and your friend with his car. it’s not like you and your friend weren’t aware. hell yeah you were both aware. not only was a car following you in “incognito” mode, but it was an expensive car – a ferrari SF90 stradale to be exact. you both didn’t know what to do other than confront the creep. at least it’s a rich creep? he noticed your halt in movement and took that as a welcome signal. so he parked and ducked his head to exit his car. your friend and you were ready to square up if anything. your arms were crossed and your friend was already elbow deep in her bag holding onto her labubu (she’s just a girl). “yk what, he’s kinda fine. take one for the team” your friend whispered lowly at you. “is it bad i wouldn’t oppose of that idea?” you replied.
but alas the jokes and whispers came to an end when atsumu slowly started getting closer.
atsumu walked up with artificial confidence (shocker) because this is his first time; creeping on someone, yearning, and going up to someone for the first time because he was interested in them. his steps towards you got shorter, his stride had a stutter, and when he finally reached within 5 feet of you, he tripped on his own feet and tried to play it off cool. “hah, sorry. name’s atsumu and i was just drivin’ by” you and your friend gave each other a look. “ik it’s abrupt and all, and i’m glad you guys stopped. although i dint think i was that obvious” he nervously chuckles and rubs his neck. “i have never done that before, and i would not condone this any other time and– ok i’m gettin’ off track. lemme restart. hello ladies, name’s atsumu, and would you give me the pleasure in knowin’ yur names?”
you exchanged names and atsumu smiles on the inside. replaying your name in his head at least a couple hundred times before you interrupt “and what do you want with us?” cocking your eyebrow and trying to seem tough. cute. atsumu thinks. “well, i saw ya at a light a couple blocks away and i just couldn’t stop thinkin’ of ya”. you blushed and your friend’s danger radar is fluctuating. is this a good guy or just a creep? “you couldn’t stop thinking of me? am i supposed to be flattered?” he’s taken aback. he probably did sound creepy but he doesn’t know how to make the situation better. “listen, ‘m sorry if it sounds like ‘m jus’ some creep from the streets” “mmh hmm” “but i swear. ‘s all good intentions. i jus’ wanted to ask you on a date is all. if you would allow me the pleasure, that is” his voice lowers while nearing his sentence. you didn’t know if you should enjoy and agree since this is still a stranger – hot one at that – but it’s all spinning to quick for you. “here” he hands you a card, “this has my contact info, for if yer interested” you take his card while eyeing him. “mmh ok, thanks” you reply, a bit drier than you wanted to. awkward silence bubbles up after a few seconds and he takes that as a sign to leave. “u-uh well-” he trips on his feet “i’ll leave ya ladies to yurselves! stay safe yall” and he jogs away awkwardly.
once his back is turned and his car is away, your friend nudges you with her elbow. “so? are you gonna accept the offer?” you ponder on the thought. “wellll, he is pretty fine, and he’s rich” your friend nods. “however his wealth can be fake, like renting the car-” “so you want to see him again” “no i didn’t necessarily say that. but it wouldn’t be too bad. from that, he seems harmless” your friend agrees again. “well maybe you should give the guy a chance. he gave you his card so the ball is in your court”. she has a point. he wasn’t like the other sheep-brained sleaze from your campus who would try to add their number on your phone. “yeah i guess i’ll give him the chance. but you’re coming with me, but in real incognito” your friend agrees. “we’ll show him how incognito is really done.” so now fast forward. atsumu’s loser behavior is told at every gathering. your engagement party, wedding (vows), baby shower, your kid’s first birthday, anywhere where it can be mentioned, it’s talked about. is atsumu embarrassed? yeah. would he do what he did again? in a heart beat. because if he hadn’t mustered up the courage on that day, he wouldn’t have met you. and a future without you in it, is not the future he wishes to live in.
you were loaded. stupidly rich. your family would joke how you have a bottomless wallet. true. however, it’s also because your wallet is always getting filled up really quick as if it’s nothing. the only downside is that you don’t have as much free time as you’d wish you did (too busy girl bossing out there). you loved to enjoy good food, and loved to try new foods. however trying new food from different restaurants can be time consuming, and you’re not always in the mood to cook new dishes, nor have the time to. your best option was to hire a private chef.
you find an agency that has a bunch of chef’s on deck and go through their profiles. you had just finished filling out your form and profile with your needs and interests, hoping someone was compatible for you. ironic, you don’t have time for much, especially dating, but the way you’re scrolling through the different chef options made you think this was cooking tinder. you halted mid-scroll when a certain profile caught your attention. keiji akaashi. 6 years experience of private chef cooking, 9 years cooking overall, has a large variety of dishes from different cultures and countries, and many great reviews. sure, his profile was stacked with positive reviews and impressive states. however, like you said. this is like cooking tinder. his profile picture was taken professionally and knew how to highlight his best angles and features. since the agency was pretty popular, each customer had to put in their first through fifth choice of chefs they wanted. akaashi definitely being your number one choice. you needed to see if his face could live up to the hype he was receiving, or if they were all reviews he bought from bots.
after a long day of work, you were finally able to lay on your couch. kicking off your house slippers and tugging the throw blanket over your figure. you needed screentime, but not the work kind. but out of habit, you checked your emails first. an email from 8 hours ago caught your attention. congratulations! we will be sending over your chef today, welcome to our program and please leave a review. “huh, that’s quick. but they didn’t tell me-” like out of some horror movie, your doorbell rang. you walk up and checked your camera. the sight in front of you made you open the door quicker. “i see someone is hungry” were the first words keiji spoke to you. you invited him into your house and even offered house slippers. everyone gets these, and these are his forever. he thanks you and follows you into your home. a home well built will floor to ceiling windows, minimalist decor, and a way too empty kitchen. he almost drops his bag in awe and horror. a kitchen that is so empty but is so clean. a kitchen with not even a coffee maker or air fryer in sight.
so now your once peaceful evening supposed to be spent on the couch rotting, turned into store hopping, trying to find the perfect kitchen appliances that keiji swore were essential. when it was time for checkout, you offered to pay but keiji pushed your card away. “please, let me. this is y housewarming gift to you” your eyes widen in shock. “what did you say? housewarming? i’ve lived there for 3 years”. he imagines his jaw dropping to his ankles, but they didn’t. “you’re joking. 3 years but no air fryer in sight? who are you?” you giggle. “well once you’ve become engrossed in work for basically 24/7, cooking is not the best option. so i often settle for takeout or just find somewhere and dine” “do you not have leftovers?” “i do” “so how do you reheat it?” “in the microwave?” keiji’s eyes are almost blown out. “you mean if you were to eat fried chicken and have leftovers, you’d microwave it. leaving it to be soggy, instead of airfrying it and having crispy leftovers?” “woah ok! maybe it’s sacrilegious of me i apologize. but i really can’t help it. work just takes up so much of my time, unwillingly” he tries to sympathize since he is at work right now technically, and he will be for however long you want him to stay. “ok, well hopefully now that i’m here, you can enjoy your food at it’s peak and come to appreciate these fine appliances. you almost made me walk out the door when i saw your kitchen” you stare up at him and cocked your brow. “and what made you stay?” he slightly blushed and hoped you didn’t see. he couldn’t flirt with you on his first day, so he swallowed his words and said “because your kitchen is the cleanest i’ve seen from all the other clients, so it’d be a waste if i didn’t spend time there” you nodded in agreement. “yeah, can’t really get it dirty if i don’t use it. go all out, the kitchen is yours.”
day 5 of being your private chef. you really weren’t kidding. all you do is sleep, breathe, and work. maybe sometimes free time gets rotated into your schedule, but he’s only seen it once, and that was his first day with you. from the form that you had filled out, you were open to trying new cuisine and you loved to try different things, yet didn’t have the time to. keiji made it his mission to bring different foods from different cultures to your table without you having to go to different restaurants and “waste away” time waiting for the food, eating, and driving back home. you were so grateful for keiji. he always tried so hard to make the best meals for you and even encouraged you to take your time and enjoy your food because your work can always be continued later. he was starting to feel like a househusband. because fast forward a few weeks, not only was he cooking for you, he was lounging on the couch and even cleaning your almost empty home. he almost seemed like a live-in nanny for an old kid that can’t keep a healthy lifestyle. so you decided to just push a little harder and find a way to treat keiji back.
so now you’re on a plane together, first class, and booked to travel for at least 4 weeks together. honestly keiji was just worried he lost his job when you told him to pack up. not expecting to be driven to the airport with you and boarding a plane. “is this a work trip you are going on?” you turned to face him. “hmm, take out work and replace ‘your’ with ‘we’, because this is a vacation, and a treat for you keiji”. keiji blushes but is grateful for the dim and blurry airplane lights. “what do you mean? don’t you have work?” he asks worriedly. you giggle slightly and tell him the reason why you were overworking yourself so much the past couple weeks. it was to make up for the work that you would skip out on for 4 weeks. his eyebrows lift so high they could touch the cabins. “4 weeks? is that really you? or are you an imposter?” he whisper yells. you smile again lean closer to his ear and whisper “well, let’s just say i ran away from my responsibilities” and you lean back. your hot breath on his ear sent chills down his neck, because you were so close to him, and he could smell your scent (boi he aint a dog tf).
you let him research all the countries you’ll be visiting, and even let him pick the restaurants. thought little did he know you also booked reservations for some high end restaurants a few weeks prior. the enjoyed the trip and wrote notes on almost every dish he consumed, claiming that he needs to keep these to make for you in the future in case you have a craving. your heart fluttered with the mention of his plan. he didn’t have to do all of that, and this was supposed to be a break from work. however, you were able to understand his work ethic and appreciated his efforts. every day, every meal, you were both met with extraordinary flavors and tastes that couldn’t be replicated anywhere else. you cheered him up though and told him his cooking comes very close to the original, and with his first hand experience and taste with all these different foods, his cooking will be even better for you, and for his future clients. the mention of future clients has him sitting straight up.
“what, you’re tired of me already?” he half-heartedly jokes. “well aren’t you tired of me? seeing me only working. shoot, you’re even doing some light cleaning for my home too. it’s like you’re babysitting me” “well it isn’t much of a bother. not like you have much stuff in your home” “still, your job is just to cook, but you did all that you didn’t have to. so it’s understandable if you wanted to quit.” keiji was stunned. he didn’t know you thought that deep into things. he appreciated your thoughtfulness and reassured you. “please, you think i’d do this for anyone else? out of my 6 years of being a private chef, i’ve only ever cooked for someone. never touched anything else that wasn’t related to cooking. i’d say you’re special” you blushed. “yeah, i probably already knew that” you teased back and winked at him. he smiled softly at you. “if i may-” he askefd for permission before reaching for your hand across the table. “i know we were strictly in a professional relationship. you’re my boss, and i’m your employee-” “what boss just brings their employee on a 4 week trip across the world? let me do the honors for you-” “comical how we’re both eager for this conversation. but i think i just have to say it first. do you want to be more? may i be your boyfriend” you blushed and tried to pull your hand away from his grasp but failed. you looked down at your lap to hide your blush but failed. he nudged you for an answer, and you gave in. agreeing to his question with a shy nod “i would love that”.
safe to say, your trip got better from there. travelling and on vacation not with just your private chef, but he is not your boyfriend. being able to travel the world with someone you had so close to in such a short amount of time. someone who mutually respected you and knew your boundaries. he would definitely still be your private chef, but not in a professional setting. just, yours. and definitely no new clients for him, just you.
bruh you can’t tell me this mf was not in those random weird ass clubs. like. you CAN'T.
you were in a bowling club. actually, you’ve been in it ever since you were able to walk. your parents wanted to develop you into a professional at something, and also wanted less college bills to pay. so here you were. club bowling, getting lessons, coaches, and joining different teams to gain experience. on your club team, there was this nerd, and he just wouldn’t shut up about his fixations. for as long as you’ve known him, math and chemistry are things he just can’t get over. makes you want to stuff your bowling ball down his throat (it’ll prob fit, big mouth for big yapper). aside from being a yapper, he was a pretty nice guy. kuroo loved spending his time doing the nerdiest things and he was bordering the typical cs major stereotype (he wasn’t in cs). growing up, your school’s bowling team wasn’t mentioned a lot, and a lot of people would joke about it. bowling was basically a hidden club at your school and you quite liked it that way.
unlike everyone else from your school team, kuroo actually took bowling seriously. he would write up calculations and go through different balls to choose the right weight for himself. in fact, after day 2 of being on the team, he already finished calculating all he needed and bought himself a custom ball. at first, you scoffed at the fact when he boasted about his ball to everyone. but you can’t judge since you also have your own custom ball and all the gear one would need to bowl. you didn’t have any friends on the bowling team either since all your friends did other activities, so you were mainly isolated during practice and matches. you were intimidating to say the least, not only were you cracked at bowling but you just had this aura that told everyone on the team to not approach you and distract you. however, that didn’t stop your team from supporting you at each match. whenever you got multiple strikes in a row they would cheer you on and congratulate you for another win.
was interested. your calculations were better than his and he just has to know how you do it! he started approaching you and lingering around you. you didn’t mind the company since he didn’t distract you much. but whenever he asked for your calculations, you just gave him a look of confusion and disgust. yeah calculations weren’t in your book, just a whole lotta exp. he would not stop following you around. asking for your coaches, your lifestyle, how many hours you sleep, how you do calculations so quickly. but you turned down his questions every time. “sorry uh-” “kuroo” “yeah, kuroo. there isn’t anything in particular that i do. i’ve just been playing for a really long time” you tried to give him a smile but it came out uneasy. he nodded in understanding and left you alone for a while.
a couple days later, he showed up at your outside bowling club and you were shocked. he somehow registered for lessons, and it just had to be the same as yours. he greeted you and tried explaining how he worked so hard to find a good coach to receive lessons from. “you sure you just didn’t want to follow me around?” you teased. “actually, you’re right! where else would i learn? maybe i’ll be like you one day” he replied with a wink. you blushed slightly. you nodded and walked away to do your own thing.
seeing each other outside of school has become a routine that you’ve gotten used to. lucky him, he improved and got quite good very quickly– he was very proud of his progress. always jumping and skipping over to you to tell you about his newly achieved skill, and telling you he’s learning how to calculate his plays even quicker. you tried your best to congratulate and hype him up as well, but his energy was hard to match. slowly you both got closer and started interacting outside of bowling and talking about other subjects that weren’t bowling related (shocker). it has become a routine that you both grew accustomed to; attend classes, go to club, then go to lessons right after, and maybe a hangout after that. all of that and repeat, you probably saw kuroo the most out of all your friends. he is a friend. right? he has to be. but sometimes the question bubbles in your mind. you guys have started to share more moments together, with mutual teasing, and some blushes here and there. but it was nothing more than that.
kuroo actually didn’t even know there was a bowling club. but he knew you were in a club! you shared a single class together, but whenever it ended, you would rush to somewhere. he was curious, so he followed you. he was just curious. nothing more. right? kuroo entered the bowling alley as nonchalantly as he could to see what you did after classes. when he saw you play, his mind filled up with admiration. your level of playing and your elegance when playing roped him in. so he decided to find the coach for the team and sign himself up. nothing more! he just wants to join this club and get closer to you and learn more about you!
so how did he find out your lessons coach? he’s always watching you and paying attention to you. he saw your gear and saw the logos and brands. he went home to research with coaches in his areas are sponsored by those brands and nailed it down to one organization. so he signed himself up to surprise you. you weren’t exactly strangers anymore, but this can bring you closer!
out of habit, since you guys hung out after your lessons, he would offer to drive you home. his excuse was “logging around all that heavy gear around on public transportation can’t be safe! you could get robbed, or you’d be in danger if someone were to chase after you!” so you just accepted so he wouldn’t come up with more narratives. “we both know i’m never leaving my gear behind, they can take me but leave my gear be” “and that’s exactly the reason i have to bring you home. can’t have my partner be kidnapped” you blushed at what he said. surely he just meant bowling partner, nothing romantic. “oh shut it. but thanks for the ride anyway. it might become a habit” “who said i’d mind that?” he smiled with his eyes closed while facing you. your eyes widened slightly and you blushed once more so you turned away. “focus on the road or we’re both going down” ordering him to pay attention to the road.
once you arrived to your place, you opened the door and grabbed your gear. “lemme bring this up for ya” he said while jumping out his car. “wow such a gentleman. i’d usually save this for a boyfriend or something” you teased him. “well who said i can’t be?” he teased back. “boy sit down” you rolled your eyes and kept walking. he was holding your gear and following you up the stairs to your place. “hey i wouldn’t be opposed to coupling up with you” he said in a sing-song tone. “please never say that again” you said in disgust and he let out a laugh. you finally entered your home and invited him in to chill for a bit since there was still some time left before the day ended. “what, then maybe i should rephrase the question?” he asked again. you were confused. was he joking with you? why bring this up? “what do you mean?” “well, we’ve kinda been hitting it off lately and i know you know there’s some spark. we weren’t purely platonic or anything” he had a point. you were basically stuck to the hip and you’re now always associated with each other to other people. “i guess you have a point. but i kinda need you to be more specific” you egg him on to speak what he really means so there won’t be any misunderstanding.
“can i be your boyfriend?”
you blinked. and blinked. and turned to look at your clock. then back to kuroo. then you blinked. you didn’t actually think he would ask that question, and you thought he was just teasing you the whole time. but with your long pause he started feeling dejected. “so it’s a no” he looked away and got up from his spot on your floor. “no answer doesn’t mean no” you said quietly. looking away as you said it. he looks down at you from where he stood. a blush crept up on his cheeks, then he bent down to your level. “then what is your answer then?” he teased you. even now, he still had the audacity to tease you. “maybe i should’ve said no straight up” turning your head to face him. he gave you puppy eyes as a response. “but maybe i’ll say yes just this time, and see how it is.” kuroo smiles. “well, babeee. what shall we do now?” you cringed at the pet name but chose to ignore it for now. “let’s start by talking about your bowling skills and your weird habit of calculating” he was offended. “am not weird. you’re freaky for not calculating” kuroo retorts, “all i hear are excuses from someone who still can’t beat me” “oh we’ll see about that. just you watch, babee.” you cringed again, but this time more openly. so you light slapped his shoulder. “hey! i’m showing my affection!” “well show it some other way. grossssss.” it’s safe to say that kuroo was your first and last boyfriend. and the same goes for him.
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