"kei, what's taking so long?" you ask, making your way back to the bedroom where you just left a couple of minutes ago. on normal occasions, you'd be the one who would take the time in preparing for a date but somehow, things have turned around.
the sight of your shirtless boyfriend standing in front of a mirror immediately caught your attention. he's holding two different dress shirts in his hands, checking which one looks better on him.
"babe, it's just dinner. why are you stressing so much about it?" the way you ask him was like mocking how he usually reacts to you. on normal occasions, he'd be the one to ask you that. he would watch you from his usual position on the end of your shared bed as you run around the room, putting on different outfits and styling your hair in different ways as you try to find something that would satisfy you.
but he ignored you.
kei was more focused on the reflection in front of him, seemingly having chosen from one of the two dress shirts, mumbling something to himself how 'this one will match what she's wearing' and 'it wouldn't be too overpowering.'
"hello? earth to kei? what's going on?" you ask once again, now standing behind him. he hadn't noticed your close presence until you poke his side, his "weak" and ticklish side. "hey- what are you doing?" he answers almost right away, quickly dodging the second incoming poke.
"you've been quiet, what's going on?" you ask, looking at him as he proceeds to put on the chosen shirt once he feels like it's safe to do so.
"nothing, what are you talking about?" he asks back, eyes focused on the sight in front of him.
"why are you so worked up on that? it's just dinner, babe," you said, making him turn to face you as you help him button up his shirt. you could feel his eyes fixed on you as he watched you, the small hint of redness on his cheeks didn't go unnoticed as well. "you always nag at me at how i'm taking so long to prepare whenever we go out yet here you are..." you add.
"i don't know what you're talking about..." he mumbles, earning a playful glare at you. "okay fine, i just think it's unfair how you finished up preparing in less than 10 minutes yet look at you..." he continues, a small pout forming on his lips.
"what about me? do i look like i'm a mess or something?" you ask, slightly backing away from him with your arms crossed in front of you. the guy immediately shook his head, letting out a small laugh as he pulls you closer by your waist instead.
"i don't mean that, silly. i meant it's unfair how it only took you so little to look that beautiful," he says, eyes fixed on yours. it wasn't like he doesn't compliment you at all, but it's such a rare occurrence in your relationship that you couldn't help but feel yourself blush from his comment. "that's why i'm stressing over how to make myself look presentable while on a date with you."
"what- what are you saying...?" you mumble to yourself, still flustered at the random compliment he just dropped. "you don't have to overthink about this, kei. you're already good-looking even without putting too much effort." you replied, eyes avoiding his.
he lets out a small chuckle as he presses a small kiss on your forehead, turning back to look at his reflection on the mirror again, "and next time we go out, you can't use any more excuses as to why you take so long to get ready."
growing up, he’s always been the brother to fight off the bugs, bullies and creepy bedtime stories for osamu, and even at school, he was the one who made sure to keep all the older kids from mistreating the both of them— even if that did eventually earn him the very bitter reputation he had of being … an asshole.
but still — if you ask osamu yourself, ( he’d deny it at first ) he’d say something along the lines of how lame and uncool his twin brother is, but you’d both know anyways that there is a truth in it.
atsumu isn’t scared of anything — he doesn’t get scared of losing, he doesn’t get scared of bugs or getting hurt or creepy ghost stories — and that’s always been something he’s prided himself of.
but apparently, he was wrong.
“so, remind me again how long this trip is gonna be.”
atsumu smiles, watching from the foot of the bed as you pack away your clothes in a small luggage bag.
it’s a slow sunday, a nice, peaceful day mostly spent in bed (courtesy of atsumu not allowing you to get up before him) with the soft drizzle of rain perfectly setting a tone in the atmosphere.
it’s almost evening now, a few minutes ‘til six, and with the continuous ‘tap-tap-tap’ing of raindrops on your bedroom window, you’re reminded of the possibilities that it might rain tomorrow too.
“it’s two days — and barely a trip.” you don’t look up from the pile of clothes you’re sorting, “you can live without me for two days.”
atsumu snorts, rolling his eyes just as he throws a pillow in your direction, this being the second time he’s done this today.
it’s a college trip you’re going to — with two whole days headed off to another part of japan for your class’s research studies — and you can’t help but be plain excited for it.
( when you first told atsumu about it, he seemed almost as excited as you were, right off the bat offering to pack your bags for you and made you a shopping list of all the things you’d need for a trip. )
you look at him as you fold clothes, “do not throw a party while i’m gone.”
“i throw the best parties.” atsumu scoffs, his head falling back onto the bed as his legs dangle off the side.
and you say, completely ignoring him, “don’t forget to feed the cat.”
“i feed the cat all the time.” he scoffs harder, “i have never seen you feed him.”
your eyes crinkle, amused at the specific tone he’s taking with you.
“if anything i should be the one telling ya these things.” he frowns, continuing his moping, “yer a horrible person to be married to.”
and you wave him off, laughing as you continue to pack, “such a whiny boy.”
he was so excited when you first mentioned you were going on a field trip and a few hours later, he came barging into the room, eyebrows furrowed and all, yelling, “i just realized you’re leaving me here!”
“are you just gonna lay there?” you smile, a laugh almost intertwining with your words as you look at him; eyes closed, laid back and all.
atsumu peaks open an eye, “i’m not gonna help you pack away to leave me.”
you roll your eyes, anyone who’s ever said to you that atsumu miya is too intimidating in court should see how he acts around you.
“it’s a field trip.” you laugh.
and he frowns, “away from me.”
you run your fingers through his hair, “only one of the few reasons why i’m going.”
“wow,” and he tells you, smiling, heart in his eyes, “you’re going to have a terrible time.”
you fake a gasp, pushing him away as you stifle a laugh — “do not jinx my trip!”
and that’s how most of the afternoon goes.
you and atsumu spend a few more minutes here and there all over the place — both packing and bickering over and over again that it became a surprise to both of you that the rain was finally stopping.
the packing was taking longer than it normally takes you, but then again, that’s not really your fault.
you’re pretty sure that if anyone else in the world was married to atsumu miya, then they’d know that doing anything with him would take more than it usually would.
“oh — ouch.” you curse under your breath.
from afar, you see atsumu perk up, his attention easily leaving the pile of books he was moving around and immediately on to you and the sound you just made.
your shoulder hit the cabinet edge, obviously a lot sharper than either of you’d known, causing just enough of a scratch to show on your skin.
“what is it?” atsumu’s by your side as quick as he could be, his carefree demeanor nowhere to be found, “what happened?”
“it’s nothing,” you wave him off, keeping your hand on the wound to alleviate some of the stinging, “just a scratch.”
he doesn’t really look better off with that answer, in any case, he looks more worried now that you won’t show him.
atsumu tilts his head slightly, “let me see.”
“it’s just a scratch, tsum.” you show him where it hurts, moving your hand slightly to the side as he steps closer to you — “see, i’m okay.”
he touches your arm, and you notice that it’s not like how he usually touches you, he’s … gentler this time … like he’s scared to make it worse.
atsumu’s always been like this. whether it was a scratch or a bruise or a really irritating bug bite that won’t go away, he’s always been more worried for you than anyone ever has.
and ironically for him, he just about married the clumsiest person in the entire world.
“this is the second one in two days ya know.” his eyebrows furrow, walking away from you to get fresh bandaids from the bathroom.
“yeah but,” you try not to roll your eyes too much, and with a dismissing smile on your face, you call out, “the other one’s practically gone already.”
atsumu comes back not a minute later, green box of hello kitty band-aids in hand as he sits you on the bed.
“ye’r going on a trip three hours away from here for two days.” he scoffs loudly, “will it kill ya to be a little more careful?”
“ok - i’m sorry - i promise to be careful.” you purse your lips, shoulders falling down slightly.
he puts the bandaid on your shoulder as you speak.
“but only if you give me another hello kitty bandaid for my other arm.”
he stops putting the bandaid on your shoulder.
“you don’t have anything on the other arm.” atsumu narrows his eyes.
“yeah, but the bandaids are so pretty, and i want both my arms to match.”
“they’re pretty because they’re expensive, and we aren’t wasting them.”
“oh okay, so i lied,” you smile, “i actually do have a wound on my other arm, it requires a bandaid right now — please — atsumu — stop walking away —”
that whole ‘fearless’ crap he was going on and on about his whole life, turns out all he needed to do was meet you to be faced with all the reasons he should be scared all this time.
because ever since he’s met you — you have done nothing but made him nervous, worried, anxious and everything in between.
you scare him.
everytime you walk into a table or trip on your feet or end up with a new cut on your finger… it makes him worry… and that’s something he never thought he could feel for anyone.
it took him weeks to get up the courage to actually speak to you and even then, it took him longer to actually ask you out, so when he found out you were going to college miles and miles away from him, he didn’t talk to you for two weeks straight.
and as you may recall, after those two weeks, the idiot atsumu miya is, the first words he said to you again was “will you marry me?” and “no, i am so not crying.”
and now …
well, now, he wakes up everyday, married at twenty years old, and walks you to your station for school every morning.
it turns out that fear of his for you was a good thing after all — because it brought him realization that it’s a miracle that you love him almost as much as he loves you.
“you wanna try and fit in my luggage bag again to see if i can bring you with me?” you give him a teasing smile.
atsumu rolls his eyes, “you just wanna take pictures of me in the bag to send to samu — which i know you’ve been doing by the way!”
“you have zero proof that i’ve been sending your photos to samu.” you scoff, turning your head away as you cross your arms over your chest.
and he laughs, though trying his best to keep his features tight, “what? they just magically appear in the family group chat for no reason then?”
“maybe it was the cat.” you scoff, “you blame me all the time — why can’t it be the cat?”
“it was not the cat.”
“it could very much be the cat.”
thunder strikes, and the drizzle of rain becomes faster than what it originally was.
your bags have been packed, and for a two-day trip to a city not that far away, even you yourself can admit that maybe, you have your own reservations for it as well.
you’re still standing by your bed, atsumu on the side close to you, checking through your things one by one to make sure you’re not forgetting anything important.
“i can always not go, you know.” you smile, and atsumu perks up, though you pretend not to notice.
“i can stay here with you, and the cat.” you try not to look as excited as you are, “forty eight hours, just us.”
ever since the second semester stated and atsumu’s team busier than ever, it’s hard to recall the last time the two of you spent that much time alone together.
“are ya kidding?” atsumu turns around to look at you, his smile pursing together as he puts a hand on his hip.
“after we’ve packed all of yer stuff for it already?” he takes a step closer, “yer going on that trip.”
your shoulders fall now that he’s only a few feet away from you again, your face slightly tipping upwards to match his gaze, “you just want souvenirs.”
and atsumu nods, his grin intertwining with his words, “lots of chocolate —no white ones— and maybe a new t-shirt, you know my size.”
“anything else?” you indulge him in his jokes.
and he hums, grinning as he’s so close to you now, “hm.”
he puts a hand on the base of your face, smile matching yours.
“what’re you gonna do while i’m away?” your eyes crinkle.
“oh y’know, the usual,” he shrugs, trying not to laugh, “ice skating, sledding, maybe even surf.”
“surfing and skating in the same weather?”
“you never know what could happen in two days.” he closes his eyes as he says, “plus climate change, the world is ending, i’m going to surf and skate while i can.”
and you laugh, shoulders rising, “that’s a lot of things to do.”
atsumu nods, his grin fairly increasing by just a bit as he brings his head closer to yours, his hold on your face falling to your neck to your chest and finally to your hip.
“i know something we can do right now.” he hums, and you laugh and that gets him to chuckle a tiny bit too.
“i have to prepare for the trip tomorrow.” you put your hand on his chest to push him away.
but, atsumu miya, quicker than you, pulls you in closer until the closeness is nothing but gone, his smile melting into yours as he takes you in for a kiss.
he lets the kiss sit for a second, he’s very gentle with you — like he’s taking his time to enjoy it — and he pulls away.
you smile, “i can figure out tomorrow later.”
and atsumu laughs, pulling you into short and quick kisses again before his hands pull you closer, “that is such a good idea.”
today was normal in every aspect. morning routines within the apartment went smoothly and you and your boyfriend had decent days out before returning home for the evening. the two of you cooked and ate dinner together, enjoying each other’s company for the first time in hours. and when you were finished, kuroo, being the gentlemen he was, offered to clean up the table and take care of the dishes while you began washing up.
“have you seen my sleep shorts, tetsu? the blue ones,” you called from the bedroom.
kuroo had been responsible for the laundry this week. he was usually good about making sure he didn’t leave any lone garments in the washer or dryer and he clearly recalled folding the specific pair of shorts you were asking about. he must have put them away with his clothing by mistake.
“check my top drawer,” he yelled over his shoulder, hoping his voice was loud enough to carry over the running water. he hummed to himself as he rinsed off the last dish, setting it on the drying wrack. it was only when kuroo was shaking the soapy water from his hands that he realized his blunder. he’d been purposely trying to keep you out of his side of the dresser for the past few weeks as to conceal a certain object.
“wait, don’t look in there!” water dripped from the tips of his fingers as he rushed out of the kitchen and down the hall to stop you from finding what he was trying so hard to keep hidden.
judging by your frozen figure, he was too late.
“what’s this?” you inquired, clasping a small velvet box in your shakey hand. your eyes finally dragged away from the unexpected discovery and met kuroo’s frantic ones.
“… a ring.” if his hands weren’t already covered in suds, kuroo was sure they’d be sweating beyond his control. you weren’t supposed to find that for at least a couple more weeks. scratch that—you weren’t supposed to find it at all.
“for me?” you questioned, your tone more steady and even than before.
“perhaps,” he answered.
“perhaps? don’t tell me i’m the side piece.” you tried to joke. you knew there was no way kuroo would be unfaithful, but you were having a hard time wrapping your head around the events playing out before your eyes.
“of course not. i just meant that i never got to ask before you found it.” he shrugged, finally stepping past the threshold of the doorway and into the room. “i didn’t know if you’d say yes.”
you couldn’t remember a time where the air felt so tense between the two of you. knowing that you were partially to blame, albeit unintentionally, you cleared your throat with the goal of resolving the mess that had been created. “i know you weren’t planning on it, but you can do it now.”
“do what?” he asked, caving and wiping what was left of the foam from his hands onto his pants.
“propose, dummy.” you tossed the box to kuroo, which he caught effortlessly. “that’s what the ring is for, right?”
“yeah…”
“then do it. i have my answer.”
a bright shade of red flushed across kuroo’s cheek as he considered your words. you were right, he had no intention of proposing so soon, but now that the cat was out of the bag, it only made sense to. it was nerve-wracking, yet the thought of walking on eggshells around you until he built up his courage sounded even worse. so, he buried the jitters ravaging his body within him before opening the box and kneeling down on one knee.
“will you—”
“yes!” your feet were moving on their own, launching you into kuroo’s chest. your body crashing into his sent him flying backward, his back hitting the carpeted floor with a thud. he didn’t have time to focus on the discomfort of it all before you were showering his cheeks and forehead in excited kisses.
“you didn’t even let me finish the question,” kuroo chuckled, pulling the ring from its case and sliding it onto your ring finger.
“i already ruined your original plan, no harm in cutting the formalities short.” you held your hand out to inspect the jewelry, a wide smile spreading across your face.
“i guess you’re right,” kuroo agreed, lovingly gazing at you.
“not to ruin the moment any further,” you started, fighting back a laugh, “but we really need to have a talk about your horrible hiding place.”
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