playing “dirty little secret” by The-All-American Rejects

The room was hot and stuffy, the lingering hand prints on your body not leaving anytime soon.

Atsumu was slipping his shirt on, trying to look presentable again. his hair was ruffled, and his strong cologne wasn’t reeking off him anymore.

“are you gonna change?” Atsumu asked, smoothing his shirt out.

you shook your head, your disregarded clothes still on the floor.

“everyone’s gonna be looking for you, ms. popular.” he said, looking at you from the window.

“so?” you scoffed, burying your head in the pillow.

“just saying, don’t you got a boyfriend to attend to?” he snickered.

“i’ve told you a hundred times he’s not my boyfriend. i’m not a jackass unlike you.” you said, and Atsumu only rolled his eyes.

“fine. ex-boyfriend who clearly has a thing for you.” he corrected “and for the record, my girlfriend should know i’m cheating on her.”

“as if that makes it any better.” you said, sarcasm heavy. Atsumu let an amused chuckle out before quietly exiting the room.

you and Atsumu weren’t allowed to happen. Inarizaki High was traditional, the popular girl ends up with the nice guy. it was a generational thing, and you were now a victim to it.

but Atsumu’s not the nice guy, Kenji was. he was probably looking for you right now, but here you were. laying down right after hooking up with the boy you shouldn’t have ever looked at to begin with.