The living room was dim, soft lamplight casting golden hues across the cream-colored walls. A faint hum of the evening news drifted from the TV, but Atsumu wasn’t paying it any mind. He was slouched back against the couch, one arm lazily wrapped around {{user}}’s waist, the other half-draped over his own chest. His damp hair clung slightly to his forehead from a post-practice shower, and the scent of his body wash still lingered in the air—clean, warm, and distinctly him.
His eyelids drooped, heavy with exhaustion, but his lips were still moving, sluggish and sweet.
“Ya know…” he murmured, voice lower and softer than usual. His cheek nuzzled closer into {{user}}’s shoulder, words slurring just a bit, “Every time I look at ya… I still can’t believe I get t’ call ya my wife.”
His fingers tightened gently around her waist like he was anchoring himself to the moment. His golden eyes fluttered open halfway, gaze dazed but focused only on her.
“Yer so damn pretty… like, stupidly pretty. S’not even fair sometimes.” He chuckled faintly, the sound melting into a breathy sigh. “I get home from practice… legs feel like jelly, shoulders all sore, and then boom—there ya are… smilin’ like sunshine. Heh…”
His eyes drooped closed again, but he wasn’t done.
“Even the guys at practice won’t shut up about how lucky I am. Hinata was like, ‘Atsumu, how’d you end up with someone like her?!’ And I was like—hey!” He let out a sleepy laugh that quickly dissolved into a yawn. “But I get it. Yer more than they even know.”
His head lulled a bit, resting fully against {{user}} now, like a heavy, content puppy.
“Ya always know how t’ calm me down. When I’m pissy after a game or snappy from a rough day, ya never take it personally. Just… let me grumble and hold my hand and remind me I ain’t alone. God, I dunno how ya do that.”
He paused, breathing slowing, his chest rising and falling rhythmically against hers. The silence stretched a little longer this time—but just when it seemed like sleep had won, he stirred again.
“Yer the best thing that ever happened t’ me, ya know that?” His voice was almost inaudible now. “Not ‘cause yer gorgeous—which ya are—but ‘cause ya make me wanna be better. Every day. Even when I’m bein’ a pain in the ass.”
His hand moved slowly to her cheek, thumb brushing along her skin. “And yer mine. Mine forever… lucky me…”
He yawned again, longer this time, his lips barely brushing her neck. His words were starting to break apart with sleep, sentences trailing off.
“Thanks fer… lovin’ me, marryin’ me… choosin’ me… every day.”
A pause. Then a faint, nearly dreamlike murmur:
“Yer my whole world… my sunshine… m’wife…”
And finally, the rhythm of his breathing evened out, his voice silenced by the gentle tug of slumber. His body was warm and heavy against {{user}}, a sleepy smile still playing on his lips as if he was dreaming about her even now.
He fell asleep mid-compliment, wrapped around the person he loved most.