Before The Sun Sets, The Sun Rises | Miya Atsumu
Part 1 (Redefining You) | Part 2 (To Us, A Love Story Unwritten) | Bonus (here)
Synopsis: Miya Atsumu’s thoughts during the rare mornings he catches the sunrise with you.
Characters: Miya Atsumu, You, Implied mentions of Kuroo Tetsurou
Genre/Warnings: No warnings! Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Drabble
a/n: this is actually something i wrote when i got my heartbroken lmao are we surprised? no also, i kinda made y/n’s eyes brown because this is a little more personal for me??? but feel free to ignore that if it doesn’t fit with you ;A;
+ This is in Atsumu’s POV :D set around the time period where y/n was in the Philippines with Atsumu!
* you should prob read the other parts if you want, but if u want a quick angst then this works too! :D
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“Discover me.” You’d say before you grin and turn your head.
You’d face the sea on your right first to look,
second to gaze—
and third I’d watch as you sit still and stare.
You said you loved the sunrises.
The four a.m. drives,
wool gray sweaters,
tousled black hair,
and the colors in the sky.
Then like clockwork, the waves would woosh,
the air would still—
and you’d turn straight ahead towards the skyline that lay east,
your lips some days pressing into a line, though today it melted to a smile.
A sad smile.
Then our breaths would hitch—
in tune with the heavens as the first lights of the sun rising peaked in your eyes:
the browns of a living earth lit into a fiery hazel,
and you would smile—
and every time it spoke of your peace.
So in the rare moments such as this,
in this silence,
in our solitude,
with the sun as our witness—
I choose to love you the most.
“I discovered you.” I’d reply.
Though you never seemed to hear.
Through your sadness, I knew you loved the sunrise not because of its colors—
but because of its memory.
It told you the old stories of a boy you loved:
the one with tousled black hair, and golden eyes,
who would wrap you in a gray wool sweater and drive around a silent city until the sun rises.
Of times where you chose to love,
despite his silence,
despite his solitude.
“I discovered you, (y/n).” I’d think again.
And I want to reach out to say it—
but you turn your head away from me every single time.
And I know you don’t do it to look at the horizon again—
you turn away because the hue of my eyes never mirrored the golds of his.
And like the fool I am,
I still watch you every time.
You watch the sunrise to momentarily drown yourself in the memory of another—
while I watch the sunrise to have been found in you, my love:
every time.
For as long as the sun ignites the browns of my earth into a fiery hazel.
So in this silence, and in this solitude—
these are still the moments where I choose to love you the most.
fin.