I'm Sorry (Atsumu x Reader)
Summary: Atsumu goes home after practice only to see you standing at the doorstep, with fear in your eyes.
Pair: Atsumu x reader
Warning fluff(?), crack, poor vocabulary
"Babe?" Atsumu couldn't help but mutter as he pulled his feet from his shoes, his eyes on you on the process.
The fear in your eyes, the way your lips pressed, and how your hands are gripping the hem of his hoodie tight made it look like you were on your way on leaving your shared apartment.
"Hey," he cheered before reaching you, hands on your elbow as he kissed the top of your head, "Babe, you alright?" He asked.
You blinked, making your eyes shimmer, "Tsumu, I'm sorry..." You cracked and before Atsumu knew it, you broke into sobs.
Alarmed, he took a step back, bewildered as he stared at your tears rolling down your cheeks, your sobs echoing across the room.
"Tsumu, I'm sorry!" You plead once more before you walked towards him, crashing your head on his chest.
"Babe, babe, hey," he said, trying to hide how he is slowly panicking as well. He pulls you away, lowering his head just so your eyes leveled, "What's wrong? It's alright, you can tell me..."
You look at Atsumu, slightly relaxing with his reassuring words, "I-I can?" You sniffed.
He nodded with a boyish grin, "Of course, Babe."
"Promise you won't get mad?" You asked him, your fingers interlocking with one another.
Atsumu nodded once again, "Promise," he reassured.
You look down, inhaling hard, "I...broke your stuff..."
Your voice was soft, barely audible, but Atsumu was sharp enough to hear you, making him chuckle softly, “You broke my stuff?”
You nodded, tears threatening to roll down once again, “I’m sorry...”
“Oh, you...” Atsumu exclaimed as he run his fingers through his dyed hair, “I thought something bad happened!”
You scratched your eyes, “But..it’s your stuff. It’s important to you-”
“Not as important as you,” Atsumu smoothly cut your sentence off. He placed his backpack down, stretching his arms wide, “Come here, give me a hug, will ya?”
Your heart melts along with your worry as you charge towards his body once again, finding comfort from the scent of his dried sweat (ew).
Atsumu carefully caressed your hair, his chin resting on top of your head, “Hmmm, what did you broke, by the way?”
“Remember the volleyball you received from your favorite player when you were still a kid?”
“The one at the bedroom, yeah?”
“Yeah, I deflated it. I saw this post where you can actually deflate it with a paperclip-”
“You what?” Atsumu pulls you away from his arms.
