#flips over table

You run toward him with a smile on your face and he welcomes you with open arms, a contented breath leaving his lips when he feels you bury your face into his chest. The match witg EJP had taken the whole three sets, the last one even exceeding thirty points before MSBY took the win. Atsumu was tired, you and him both know that, but he felt like he was recharging thanks to you.

“You lovebirds make me sick,” someone groans from nearby you and you both turn your gazes to Suna Rintaro, one hand on the strap of his bag and the other held in Osamu’s hand.

“Imagine what you and Samu made me feel all those years before me and (Y/N) got together,” Atsumu returns, narrowing his eyes at the since-high-school pair. Suna shrugs, Osamu goes, “Cry baby,” and Atsumu answers with a “Shut it!”

They leave the two of you alone after a few more minutes, probably on their way to a date of their own, and you press yourself into your boyfriend’s chest once more, taking a deep breath of his freshness and cologne then laying your head on his chest. “You did so well today.”

“Of course I did,” he says proudly, “It’s my job.”

“And it’s your passion.”

He nods. “And you were watching too. I had no reason not ‘ta give it my all.”

“You always play amazingly, Tsumu,” you say softly, taking a hand of his into yours, and the two of you watch as you slowly bring it upward, closer to you, and to your lips.

“(Y/N),” he breathes out, but nothing follows as you begin kissing his knuckles one by one, slowly and gently, until you’ve gone through all five of them and you moved to his other hand.

“We’re in public, ‘ya know,” he mumbles, eyes trained on your clasped together hands and you kissing them.

“And I want to praise your ten setter fingers in public.”

“But you kissed my knuckles.”

“That’s where they begin,” you say, “So that’s where I’ll start my praising too.”

A moment of silence ensues between the two of you after then, and you glance up to see Atsumu’s face flushed, obviously trying not to smile too much.

You smile.

You like him when he’s like this, when he throws his tough and cool behavior out the window for you then tries to get it back. It’s adorable, and you had always enjoyed seeing these sides of Miya Atsumu that he so rarely shows.

“You did great today,” you tell him once more, and his eyes meet yours. He doesn’t give you that too bright smile he was holding back earlier; he gives you one that was soft, warm, so full of love and so genuine.

inwardly i'm like

but that's irrational and outside i'm chill