[5:37 p.m]
atsumu just doesn’t get along with your cat, the numerous scratches on his legs were a clear testament to that. and he swears that the cat does everything just to spite him - especially now as she smugly looks at him as she’s snuggled up on your lap while you re-type your class notes.
“fuckin’ cat.” he’s been wanting to spend time with you all afternoon, but you were caught up with the refresher classes you signed up for to prepare for the upcoming semester.
he had half the mind to just shut your laptop close and carry you onto the bed for some much needed cuddles, but he restrained himself from doing so knowing that this was all part of your journey to achieve your dreams.
you’ve been there for every step of the way and through the ups and downs leading up to his professional career in volleyball, so the least atsumu could do was suck it up and support you too.
(but some affection in between classes would be nice, he’s been waiting for four hours and you were still holed up in the bedroom while he halfheartedly plays video games to pass the time.)
the ‘clicking’ sounds of typing was interrupted with your hiss in pain and the familiar irritated meow of the cat as it jumps off your lap.
peeking into the bedroom, atsumu saw you dabbing disinfectant on your thigh. “did the gremlin scratch you too, angel?” atsumu asked, as he took over cleaning the scratches for you.
a quiet “yeah,” was the only response you could muster up, exhausted and drained.
pressing a kiss to your forehead, a gentle smile gracing his lips. “why don’t you continue workin’ tomorrow, angel? we can cuddle and order in, then we’ll even take a nice bath, hm?”
while you were putting away your stuff, atsumu peeked into the living room to see the cat curled up in the couch staring daggers at him. he smirked before closing the bedroom door.
atsumu - 1 ; the gremlin of a cat - 0