i didn’t proofread this btw :(
“whos that at the door?” yn’s mom turned her head towards yn’s dad who was sitting on the couch.
yn’s dad got up from his seat and looked outside the front door window.
“oh- looks like it’s one of yn’s friends..” akane, kiyoomi, and motoya heads shot up quickly. and motoya began to whisper
“do you think it’s osamu? oh oh or maybe shizuku?”
“definitely not osamu, he’s too scared to visit our house. maybe shizuku though, she comes her all the time..” akane looked at the door. kiyoomi got up to throw his plate away
“well don’t just stand there! open the door” yn’s mom placed her hands that were soaked in dishwater on her hips. yn’s dad opened the door and smiled.
“jesus christ, it’s atsumu! what are you doing here? you never come to our house” he looked very happy to see atsumu. i mean who wouldn’t, yn’s dad would watch atsumu and osamu play volleyball on the tv, whenever he got the chance too.
“atsumu?” yn said peeking out of the bathroom. kiyoomi shrugged with a annoyed look on his face. practically thinking if this day could get any worse. yn’s dad welcome atsumu in with a friendly smile and everybody in the house welcomed him.
“wanna explain this yn?” my mom looked at me and got more furious when she saw my phone in my hand. but my dad was a little too excited.
“there’s no time for explaining! go go change yn, im sure atsumu will wait for you” my dad started to push me towards my room, signaling me to hurry up.
“hi ms sakusa! yn seemed a little stressed out me a great friend i am invited her out to eat lunch!” he shook my moms hand, even though it was damp, wiping the dishwater on the back of his jacket.
“well i suppose.. don’t see what she would be so stressed about. her family just came to visit her and she can’t even stay in the house for a couple of seconds..” my mom placed her hand in her forehead.
“i promise it won’t be long” atsumu smiled
“also im pretty sure yn’s cousin over there is tired of her already” he pointed to kiyoomi and waved. “how’s it going omi?” he smiled again.
sitting down at the restaurant table i talked to atsumu about everything that was going on. but i managed to leave out the part about osamu confessing to me.
atsumu did look nervous though, glancing behind me every few seconds. he probably just thought one of his fan girls spotted him.
“uh ynnnn” he tried to stop me from talking. i wasn’t finished yet though, he could talk after. i talked over him.
“hold on tsumu. anyways like i was saying i don’t know if i have feelings for shizuku. she’s a wonderful friend and i literally love her so much, but not in the way she probably wants me too.. i think it’s the wrong time, right?” i smiled a little before talking again.
“i think there’s somebody else.” i looked down at my hands in my lap.
“but then again i don’t wanna get ahead of myself because”
“ynnn” he interrupted me again. he was basically sweating at this point.
“it’s happening a little too fast, ya know?” after that last sentence i felt a hand on my shoulder. atsumu looked at me nervously while i turned around. the two people i didn’t wanna see at all, right infront me.
“how much did you hear..?”
shizuku gently took her hand off my shoulder and osamu next to her, looked around trying to avoid eye contact. hiding in his long dark coat.
we are all sitting at the table. atsumu trying to brighten the mood, shizuku looking at me with a sad face, and osamu tapping his foot on the floor. just like my dad would whenever he was waiting for something. osamu lips parted quietly
“so?” shizuku questioned osamu.
“yn, you know...its okay if you dont-“ shizuku was cut off by osamu.
“are you mad?” osamu asked while looking at me. atsumu was staring at him like he just said the worse thing possible. shizuku’s eyebrows slightly lifted up.
“osamu,” i glanced over to shizuku.
“you didn’t tell shizuku?”
“tell me what” shizuku head turned to osamu, who was sitting right next to her.
atsumu stood up straight in his chair “you didn’t know that osamu likes yn also, shizu?” he questioned.
“what? osamu what the fuck? we’ve been walking and sorting everything out and it never came across your mind to tell me that you liked yn also?” shizuku started going off, to her it felt like she lost already even though she volunteered too. osamu opened his mouth to say something but closed his mouth thinking it would result in makings matters worse.
“yn, is the person you think you ‘like’ osamu?”
i wanted to say something more than just an head nod but nothing came out. i couldn’t think of anything to say and i felt like shit because of it. looking over to osamu he looked the same way. everytime he would open his mouth he would shut it again before anything could slip out. everybody was speechless,
and it was awkward as hell.
until atsumu’s stomach growled.
“guyyyyysss! i cant do this anymore, im so hungry” he whined and began eating his food infront of everybody. we all laughed in sync kinda.
shizuku, osamu, and i nodded our heads quickly and began eating so the tension could go down.
osamu and shizuku stealing food off atsumu’s plate when he wasn’t looking. by the time he could get back to his food all his fries were gone.
“Jesus Christ, just share your food with them yn. PLEASE” he begged but of course i agreed. atsumu has done so much for me. even if it’s just sharing my food so his wouldn’t get gobbled up in 10 seconds, i owed it to him.
“thank you” i mouthed to him while shizuku and osamu were eating, too busy with that to care.
he ruined it by acting all cocky again.
a/n: sorry this took so long...i really didn’t know what to write for this part so im v sorry if it’s bad!! i have more stuff planned that’s better than this 🗣 probably won’t be doing writings for a little because i suck at them ❗️
@calumsfringe @rintarawr @bakugouswh0r3 @kiyoomichan @just-snog-already
masterlist || previous || next
