Miya Atsumu has been a stubborn guy ever since he chose blonde, and stuck with it in high school…always insisting that he was “perfectly fine.” Being Suna’s favorite rage-baiting toy? He took it like a champ. Having Osamu winning at every of their cat fights? Whatever. He doesn’t really mind it that much

But losing his title as your best bed-warmer…Watching years of late-night visits, whispered sweet-talk, and half-drunk confessions getting kicked straight back into the buddy zone just because you decided to hard-launch your new “perfect boyfriend” on a random Friday? Yeah.“Perfectly fine.” his ass

And by some miracle that others call “too much alcohol”..he ended up outside your stupid apartment at fucking ass-o’clock, jersey still on from MSBY’s big win, body sore, brain buzzing from all the things he had to say and bad decisions thats hes about to take . Tight-jawed, heart pounding, annoyed at how much he was done for.

At how the second you opened the door, all sleepy-eyed and confused… it was like the cycle never broke. Like you never replaced him. His face buried itself into the crook of your neck, his lips finding that same warm spot he swore he didn’t miss..clinging to you like nothing had changed.

Because maybe it never did. Not really….not when you still didn’t push him away…your fingers still tangled in his jersey as if to prevent him from eating the floor…always too nice for your own good