𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛: neutral
𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: uhm, fluff?
𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 0.7𝚔
𝚊𝚟𝚛𝚒'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: i’ve also only written atsumu like maybe once or twice so UHHHH am sorry but thank you for sending in this request so i can get a handle on the boysssss. ALSO THIS WAS LOOSELY BASED OFF OF AN IDEA I WANTED TO DO FOR ONE OF THE INARIZAKI BOYS BUT LIKE i don’t have the motivation for it hngng also this is slightly different than how i usually write lul
Atsumu didn’t care much about anything else other than volleyball and beating his brother in everything. What else did he need to care about?
He has everything he ever wanted and then some. He’s good at volleyball, he has a whole fanclub so it’s not like he was lacking in any suitors, he has some pretty damn good friends he would do anything for (even if he doesn’t show it). He didn’t necessarily need anything else. What else did he need?
Inarizaki High School is well known in the world of volleyball. After all, the last time they went to nationals they got second place. Of course, the Miya twins are another set of names that are well known, but that’s not the point here. The point is, the school catered towards the volleyball team. Despite the lack of a manager, the volleyball team always had a cheer squad supporting them.
But they also had an entire band that would fill the stands.
And then there was you; a piano player at heart but never quite got the chance to let your talent shine when you and the rest of the band had to go you always had to wear the wretched glockenspiel (think something along the lines of a small marimba [or xylophone] with higher notes) since it was small and easily portable.
You didn’t hate mallet instruments, nor did you hate going to volleyball games to play music for the team. You just missed being able to play to your heart’s content.
So whenever you got the chance to have the music clubroom to yourself, you’d sit at the grand piano and start playing.
You’re so immersed in your own musical world that you don’t notice one of the twins standing by the door, watching. His eyes trailed to your fingers as they danced over the black and white keys gracefully. Any mistakes you may have been making go over his head; they’re too subtle for non-musicians to notice.
Atsumu doesn’t even realize that the middle C is ever so slightly flat as you grace over that key on your piece. In fact, even he becomes immersed in your world of melodies and harmonies, totally forgetting that Kita asked him to deliver a few papers to the music club president.
Right now, time stopped and in this little club room of yours, it was just you, your piano, and Miya Atsumu; not that you were aware of his presence.
For the first time, Atsumu sort of wished he paid attention the the band members that would come to each of his games. He vaguely remembers you, you’re in charge of the percussion instruments and had a sort of wonky-looking instrument that’d be strapped around your torso. But now he definitely won’t forget you.
Not with the way you’re skillfully creating music. Or was it talent? Maybe it was a little bit of both. Either way, Atsumu may not know anything about music, but he certainly knew that you put in the hard work to be able to play as beautifully as you are right now.
As your piece comes to an end, the corner of your lips perk up and a happy sigh leaves your mouth as you move to close the piano. Clapping brings you out of your daze and gives you the sudden realization that you weren’t alone and you turn your head quickly, your eyes meeting brown eyes that are accompanied by a smirk of sorts.
This was the day that would lead Atsumu to realize how much he needed music and how much he needed to care about you.