Atsumu LOVED cuddling. It was his thing, his favorite thing. The only person he cuddled with was you, and any stray cat he found on the street. He was very high standards for cuddling, and right now you weren’t meeting them.

It was midnight, and you couldn’t sleep at all. You were stressed out, paranoid, and what seemed like a million other emotions.

Atsumu ‘felt’ this. Your body was tense, and your eyes were open. This earned you a huff from him, his lips forming into a pout.

“Go ta sleep already.. Yer not cuddly when you’re all anxious, its not comfy..”