《kill my mind - m. atsumu》stalker
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"are you really dating atsumu?"
"i thought you guys hated each other."
"well obviously not."
"imagine having someone ask you out like that. i would die." of embarrassment.
"there she is!" atsumu ran up to you. "good morning sunshine. you don't like very sunshiny today, but that's probably because it's seven in the morning."
sunshiny?
"how are you so energetic?" you asked, turning your head to the side a little bit to see him better. he looked like he just won a lottery ticket and a fourth grader who's crush just asked them out.
"im always energetic like this." he was literally skipping down the hallway next to you like a child.
"I doubt that. there has to be a day where you go and cuddle up next to your brother like a teddy bear while crying your eyes out."
"sorry to burst you bubble, but that will never happen. never in a million years." he shook his head. "if that ever happened, that's the day I hit rock bottom. can't think of anything that'll make me hit rock bottom so I'm safe."
"anything could happen." you said. "what if someone you care about gets in a car crash?"
"they'll still be alive won't they?"
"and then what if the car spun out of control like fidget spinner and they hit a tree. their head could slam onto the steering wheel and bleed out. but if that wasn't enough then what if a huge truck hits them from the side and they snap the neck due to the impact?" you probably sound psycho.
atsumu was looking at you like he's never seen a human before. "this is who I chose to date?" he asked and you slapped his arm. "im kidding!" he started rubbing his arm where you slapped him. "but yeah, i'll cry." he shrugged. "not enough to go and hug samu though."
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"what if someone you love romantically for years goes off and fucks another guy after saying i love you?" you sat down at your desk while atsumu sat next to you.
"that's harsh." he let his eyebrows raise for a second before letting them fall again. "but I wouldn't be sad, more of a mad or disappointed. are you gonna continue this until you find something that'll make me go cry in samu's arms?"
"yes."
"you can try."
"i am gonna try." you turned your body towards him while he leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed behind his head and legs stretched out so his shoes were touching the chair in front of him.
"what if your mom says you can't ever have pudding again?" atsumu let out a laugh at your sentence.
"how did you even know I like pudding?" he asked.
"i've seen you eating it during lunch." you shrugged.
"stalker."
"it's not like we both sit on the roof during lunch with our friends." you sarcastically said and he looked down at you.
"continue your theories, they're interesting."
"what if you lose a very important volleyball game. like the qualifiers to go to nationals?"
"maybe a few tears, but other than that nothing." he answered.
"you find out that you've been invited to dinner with famous volleyball players, but the day of the dinner they tell you it was for osamu instead."
"i would punch samu so he can show up to dinner with a black eye." atsumu now tilted his head up to the ceiling and eyes closed.
"what if i decide to break up and leave you?"
"oh sunshine, i would be dancing off the walls and forcing osamu to dance with me while playing i will survive on our speakers." he opened one eye to look at your reaction.
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"sounds pretty accurate to what i would do."
"glad to see we're on the same page about that." he said and sat up straighter in his chair. you two stayed quiet for a little bit before you opened your mouth again.
"what if kita kicks you off the team because you're a terrible setter."
"oh fucks sake."
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"a joint practice? really kita?" atsumu whined when kita announced to the team.
"the basketball team is using their gym so I offered for them to come here." kita said and cut off atsumu's whining with a glare.
the door opened and slammed against the wall. your captain was standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips.
the rest of your team including you were standing at least three feet behind her for your own safety.
"kita." she greeted and walked in. atsumu walked over to the door and looked at you.
"are you scared of your own captain?" he looked like he was holding back the urge to laugh.
"as if you aren't scared of kita." you said and walked inside. "i've seen the way you look when he glares at you."
"and now we have two captains in charge of practice today." atsumu leaned against the wall next to you while you tied your shoes.
"this should be fun." you said and looked up at him. he glanced down at you and grinned.
"definitely."
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