Hey, hope you have a great day! May o request, number 1 & 9 with atsumu please •́ ‿ ,•̀ also, don't overwork yourself babe❤
why did i have so much fun writing for atsumu.... ANYWAYS this is gonna be the last one of the night after the last request i just got in my box i’m not gonna be writing anymore!!
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atsumu x reader | annoying
When you finally reached the restaurant, you saw you friend checking his reflection in the window of the building. You chuckled to yourself and called out to him, “Atsumu!”
Once you got closer to him, you joked, “I’m surprised you’re actually here early. If I knew that you’d be on time, I would’ve come earlier!”
Atsumu scowled, “I can be on time when I want to be.”
“Whatever!” You laughed, “Let’s just go in!”
When you went up to the hostess, you requested a table for two, and she told you that it would be around a thirty minute wait. You were about to ask Atsumu if the wait was okay with him, but before you could ask, he looked at the hostess, “Actually, we have a reservation under Miya.”
“Oh! Then right this way.” the hostess smiled.
You looked back at Atsumu with shocked eyes. “I don’t like to wait.” He responded while following after the hostess.
“Right.” you warily laughed.
It had been awhile since you last saw Atsumu, so for you this was a little out of character for him. You’d always seen him as the type to be late or to make others wait for him. Maybe he matured since the last time you saw him. Once you were seated, you asked, “So, how has volleyball been since the last time I’ve seen you? I feel bad that ever since I started working, we haven’t been able to see each other as often.”
“It’s the same old, same old.” he scanned over the menu, “How have you been?”
You tilted your head and smiled, “Ohp, that’s a first.”
Atsumu looked up from the menu, “What’s a first?”
You answered. “Usually you have tons and tons of stories about yourself. Have things really been that uneventful?”
Atsumu furrowed his brows and mumbled, “I don’t talk about myself that much.”
“Well, still. I was surprised to see a text from you asking me if I was free to hang out.” you replied.
Atsumu only furrowed his brows and redirected his attention back to the menu, “Just tell me how you’ve been.”
You raised a brow and chuckled, “Right. So, at my job, my boss is crazy…”
The fact that you were friends with Atsumu was probably was of the very few things you expected happening in your life. You met both of the Miya twins through friends, and at first, you got along much better with Osamu. Atsumu, on the other hand, you didn’t really think much of. You imagined you had the same first impression of him as most people did. You thought he was arrogant and cocky, and that impression was not really wrong at all. He was annoying, and sometimes brought out the worst in you. But like most people, you were attracted to his confidence. He was so sure of himself, and he knew what he wanted. Being around someone so motivated, although very self-centered, was something kind of amazing. The more you got to know him, the more interesting of a person he was to you. You knew he probably wasn’t the most perfect person in the world, but you appreciated how honest he was with himself. He was never afraid to be himself. And that’s why you loved him.
When you realized your feelings for him, you were sad. It had nothing to do with him personally, but you just felt like it was pointless. Atsumu was constantly getting hit on by the most beautiful people. Whether you were with friends or just with each other, he would attract attention. You were much too self aware to think you were comparable to any of them. But over time, you’d gotten used to your feelings. You realized you were content with just being his friend. That was enough for you.
When the bill came for dinner, you were ready to put down your card, “I’ll pay today! It’s a celebration of me getting a real job.”
Before you could put your card down, Atsumu took the bill and deadpanned, “Don’t even try to put your card down. As if I’d ever let you pay.”
You laughed, “Okay, but please let me pay next time we eat together!”
After dinner, the two of you decided to go around and shop. While you were looking at some tops, someone called out to Atsumu who was across the store. You turned around to find the source, and you saw an absolutely gorgeous woman walking towards him. Atsumu greeted her, and she asked what he was doing alone. Atsumu answered, “I’m not alone. I came with someone.”
You popped your head from around the corner, and you introduced yourself. Before the girl introduced herself, she looked you up and down. You plastered a smile onto your face. It’d been awhile since you got looked at like that.
The girl asked, “So, why couldn’t you join us for dinner tonight, Atsumu? We had this dinner planned for months because of our busy schedules!”
You looked at Atsumu, and through his grin, he put his arm around your shoulder, “I actually made dinner plans with this one awhile ago, and I guess I just didn’t realize I overscheduled.”
She looked at you once more and smiled at him, “Well, we’ll plan again for next time!”
The conversation between the two ended, and when she was out of hearing distance, you laughed, “Why’d you lie to her? We only planned to have dinner together two nights ago.”
Atsumu shrugged, “I’d rather have dinner with you.”
“Why? She’s way prettier than me. Isn’t she?” you replied.
That comment had slipped out. It seemed like being judged by strangers was something you weren’t as used to as you’d thought. Typically, you’d never let a comment like that come out.
You tried to laugh it off as a joke, but Atsumu angrily replied, “Don’t ask me that.”
When you looked at his face, he was just as angry as he sounded.
You had to admit you were a little taken aback. Atsumu walked out of the store, and you followed after him. You hoped that he would say something, but he kept walking straight. You tried to talk to him, but Atsumu continued to ignore you. At some point, you were getting very annoyed and stopped in your tracks. He didn’t notice that you stopped walking until you yelled, “Miya Atsumu!”
He turned around to face you, and he looked at you with shocked wide eyes and open mouth. You continued yelling, “What has been with you all night? You keep on acting out of character, and now you’re ignoring me?!”
Atsumu yelled back at you, “What about you? I haven’t heard from you in almost four months, and then I see that you’re hanging out with ‘Samu? I’ve been waiting for you to text me for months, and then the update I get about you is from ‘Samu through a picture of you two that he sent me?! Of all people?! ‘Samu?! Really?!”
You tried to think back to the day that you last saw Osamu. Suddenly remembering the day, you yelled, “Osamu’s onigiri shop is like a five minute walking distance from my work! Why wouldn’t I visit him?”
“Whatever! I just wanted to hear from you after waiting so long, and when I finally get to see you, you even dare to ask me about my opinion of some other girl who I clearly don’t care about!”
“How am I supposed to know how you feel about other people?!”
“Because you’re the most perceptive when it comes to me! You’re supposed to know how I feel! You’re the only person besides ‘Samu who can call me out on my habitual bluffs!”
“If you know you lie all the time why do you still do it?!”
You suddenly caught yourself started laughing. Atsumu got angrier, “Why are you laughing?!”
“Because!” you walked over to a bench and faced him with a grin, “This argument is stupid.”
Atsumu thought for a moment and calmed down a little but he was still annoyed. He sat next to you, “Still, for you to ask my if I think a girl is prettier than you after I finally get to see you...”
You laughed, “What do you mean, ‘finally get to see you’?”
“You’re dumb.” he replied, “You know that, right?”
“Do you know any other person I’ll come early for? Make a reservation for?”
“I just thought… you matured a little, since I last saw you.”
“It’s been awhile, but not that long.” He softly tapped your forehead, “Is there really nothing in there?”
You put your hand over the area that he hit, “Okay. Rude.”
“I have to spell it out for you. Don’t I?” he groaned, “Look. I like you. I don’t know why I have to be the one to confess their feelings first. So, what? Do you like me back or not?”
You tilted your head back and looked at the sky, “You have such a bad personality. How can I find someone’s confession for me so annoying?”
You looked at him, and he was just looking at you with slight annoyance and expectancy. You smiled, “What if I made you wait for my answer?”
He stood up from the bench and with a fake smile said, “Alright. I’m going home. Have a good night!”
You grabbed his arm and laughed, “Fine. Fine. I like you. You arrogant, cocky, full of it jerk. I like you, Miya Atsumu.”
“Strange. How can I find someone insulting me so pleasing?” he smirked.
“Goodbye.” you sideyed and walked away.
“Wait just a second!” He grabbed you by the waist and turned you around to face him, “I wasn’t kidding when I said I’ve been waiting for you to contact me for months.”
You rolled your eyes but wrapped your arms around him, “Phones work two ways, you know, jerk.”
