a/n: i'm sorry no i'm not but this is the shit™ that butters my toast oh my god. this concept is so ugly and yet so satisfying to write and i'm just— ugh. more please.
warnings: ANGST MMMM, gn!reader, cheating, cheating cheating, mentions of unorthodox behavior, cursing, reader gets the last word tho <//3
"oh, you're back early." you sighed, weary voice dripping with sarcasm as atsumu entered the apartment at circa three in the morning that night.
he stopped in his tracks, not expecting you to still be up. he quickly regained his composure, though, shrugging your remark off. as usual.
fucking bastard.
"s'mthin's the matter? 's late 'n i'm tired." he mumbled as he took his coat and shoes off, yawning as he walked down the hallway to the bathroom.
weird, he thought as he noticed your shampoo bottles, conditioner and basically each and every one of your toiletries gone from the shelves, but he was too worn out to pay any mind to it. his limbs, too sore from flexing muscles and pulling at sheets and flesh, his neck littered with dirty marks; small and painful reminders that he never really belonged to you in the first place.
only when he got out he noticed the two suitcases right outside your living room, neatly packed with what he presumed to be all of your belongings.
"hey, uh, you goin' somewhere? 's late." atsumu said, a hint of genuine worry laced in his voice.
"yeah, i am, but don't worry; my ride should be here any minute no— ah!" you delightfully gasp as your phone lights up and starts ringing.
atsumu didn't have time to peek at the caller's ID since you quickly snatched it from the couch, but an odd feeling of dread started seeping through his bones.
"yes, yes, i'm all packed. 'm gonna be out soon. hm?" you quirk an eyebrow and look up at the man before you, giving him a small smile. "yeah, he's home, surprisingly."
"who're ya talkin' to?" atsumu asked, confusion and anxiety building up in the pit of his stomach.
you hush him with an annoyed look and a wave of your hand, eyes drifting away from his face to look out the window, giving a hearty laugh at whatever the person on the other end of the line said.
"you pullin' up? right— oh, i see you! mhm, i'll be there in a minute, 'samu."
'samu.
atsumu's blood ran cold.
"ya bitch!" he couldn't help but scream, disbelief clouding his handsome features, brown eyes wide in shock and pretty lips parted in fright. atsumu looked truly horrified.
this was absolute peak comedy to your battered heart.
you never got to see him like this before, never got to witness him crumble. never heard that sheer amout of rawness in his voice. you realised that this was probably the only time miya atsumu seemed truly alarmed at the thought of you leaving.
you chuckled bitterly, eyes trained to his shattering face as you got up from the couch to grab your things.
"what?" you ask. "didn't think i'd have it in me, hm? you really thought that i was that fucking dumb, atsumu? that my only purpose was to be a hole you fucked and then got rid of whenever you felt like it?"
no more words came from the blonde as you opened the door, the cold air crisp and refreshing against your face.
"well, my love," the word felt like acid on your tongue. "it takes two to tango."
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