it is i, chai!

Atsumu tosses the cloth carelessly onto the floor and heads for the seat beside you on the couch. He practically catapults himself into your arms, wasting no time to pepper your face in wet kisses.

If he had tail, he’d be wagging it eagerly.

“Can’t a guy do both?” Atsumu asks in between kisses, arms tightening around your shoulders.

For a second, you allow yourself to smile. Only for a second, though. You cannot, and will not give into your boyfriend’s loving nature.

You’re supposed to be sad. Just a mere hour ago, you were on the verge of tears. It’s not fair that your boyfriend’s affection has the capability to change your day in an instant. Sure, it had perks, but you know that deep down in your heart that you wanted to sulk. More than anything. You needed to whine and wallow and revel in this sadness.

And you are so not letting Atsumu take that away from you, as much you loved him.

“Tsum, baby, please,” you whimper out. You don’t know how, but he’s been on your neck for a whole minute. You could’ve sworn he was just kissing your cheeks just half a second ago. His stealth never ceases to amaze you.

At this, he opens his eyes to find your face all flustered and a little… sad. Frowning, he rests a hand against your jawline. “What’s wrong? Was it too much?”

You shake your head, “No honey, you’re perfect. I just…” Your voice becomes visibly quieter. “… Can you kiss me a little softer?”

You don’t have to tell him twice because the blonde hums, leaning forward to brush his lips against your nose. “Like this?”

A relieved sigh makes its way out of you. “Yeah, more.”

Just like that, he kisses you again. Your forehead. Your cheeks. Your temples. Your jawline. And slowly, his lips trail over to your lips, a little harder. It defies your wishes but you don’t care this time.

Your fingers weave themselves into Atsumu’s hair. “Tsum…”

While he’s kissing you, he smiles just slightly. He thinks you don’t notice but you do. You notice everything - how his hands are under your shirt, how his thumbs are mindlessly circling around the skin of your back, how warm he feels against you. He’s perfect. You’ve always known that, but god, it feels so good - to have someone so perfectly made for you to love and cherish. You could cry from the way he touches you alone.

Your emotions are on the rise again, and Atsumu knows your in and outs. He pulls away before it gets too overwhelming. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Whose drink do I have to put a laxative in?”

“Yours,” you reply quickly, eyes burning with tears. “I’m emotional because I love you so much I could die. I had a shit day and I come home and you don’t even have to try to make me feel better - you just do and god I love you. I can’t believe you’re mine.” You bury your face into his neck as an act of exasperation.

He laughs against your hair, kissing it between giggles. “How can ya say ya love me and tell me to go shit myself within the same sentence?”

“I don’t know, but you have to now. It’s the only way I’ll have to forgive you.”

“I love ya too, angel, but ‘m not going to shit myself to death for yer forgiveness.”

“Why not? Unless…”

His eyes light up. “Unless…?”

“It’s too much, Tsum! It’s not worth my forgiveness at this point.” You say, pulling away from him and shaking your head with enough force to break your neck - all in the name of melodrama.

Luckily, he plays along, an eager look on his face. It’s perfect. “Ya can’t say that without telling me what it is. Out with it already, will ya?”

“You’ll…..”

“Yeah?”

“You’ll have to… to….”

“C’mon…”

“You’ll have to marry me!”

Atsumu gasps. “Marriage?!”

“Yes, and it can’t be reversed. No divorce.” With that, the dam breaks, and you two are giggling for what seems like an hour.

(It was five minutes.)

By then, you two have fallen into the same slow rhythm as before, affectionate and warm enough to make your insides all gooey. Looking fondly over at him, you wipe the happy tear forming at his lid.

It isn’t until when the room falls into a calm silence that Atsumu decides to say, “I’ll do it.”

You chuckle, more out of confusion than anything. “What?”

“I’ll marry ya.”

In an instant, your face sours into disbelief. “What?” you repeat dumbly, scanning his face for a sign. A sign of him joking, maybe. But he’s sincere - so sincere - it almost makes you nauseous.

“I’ll have yer forgiveness and I’ll get to be yer husband. It’s a win-win situation,” Atsumu clarifies, looking a little too innocent for his good.

Your mouth is hanging wide open.

“Tsum, I was kidding…” You’ve gone quiet on him. You’re not complaining about the situation but… still. What the hell was going on right now?

“Well, I wasn’t,” he tells you, confident. “I’m gonna marry ya one day, y/n. Mark my words.”

I’m gonna marry ya one day.

Dammit, you swore you were supposed to be sad just a few minutes ago. But you were giggling and smiling and now…. Now, you’re over the moon. Is it even possible to be sad at this point - when you have him?

“… Really?” You ask once again, voice small, as if you’re not sure you’ll get the same answer again.

But his answer doesn’t change - Atsumu has known since the beginning of time that this was what he wanted. He wanted to play in the Olympics, check. He wanted to set for Hinata one day, check. He’s wanted to kiss you, check, and he has, far too many times to count.

He’s had you, over and over again. All that’s left is to marry you.

Given the time, of course. As perfect as this moment was, he wouldn’t dare to propose - not now. Not when he thinks you deserve more. You will always deserve more to him.

“I love ya, y/n. On all the good days, but the bad days, too,” he whispers and presses a lingering kiss on your temple. “All the days.”

“All the days,” you echo after him, pondering over the thought. It’s nice. It makes life seem a little more bearable. Hell, it makes today bearable.

It’s perfect, you think.