"samu hurry up!" you knocked on the bedroom door until your boyfriend answered the door. "i'm gonna leave if you're not out here soon and tell my dad you ditched me!"

"okay okay. no need for the dad threat." atsumu leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead before getting his tie on properly.

he got the tie around his neck before you grabbed his tie and pulled him towards you. "we're gonna be late for dinner." you helped him get his tie on while he got the buttons on his shirt.

"we are not." atsumu denied. "besides, your pretty boy has to be looking pretty to meet your dad."

"i can tell you this." you raised your hands to his shoulders. "he doesn't give a shit if you're pretty or not. he will give a shit if you're late though."

atsumu visibly paled and turned off the light to his room. "alright let's go. one family dinner and we'll be punctual." he took your hand and led you down the stairs.

"i don't think we'll be punctual." you said and followed him to the direction of your house.

"hush sunshine. we'll be there early." atsumu said and let his arm wrap around your shoulders.

"what's your definition of early?" you asked and he didn't bother answering.

his tie was still a bit loose, but you let it be. when you reached your house he let go of you to run his hands down his clothes.

you lean against the door to watch him and he glanced over at you. "good?" he checked before returning to smoothing out his clothes.

"good." you went over to him and grabbed his hands to stop him. "you're always good." you placed his hands on your waist and placed your hands on the back of his neck and pull his mouth down on yours.

"i hope you know that fed my ego more than any other compliment did." he said against your lips and you felt his grin.

"oh shit. let me take that back then. you're never good and you look like shit right now." you said with the sarcasm clear in your tone.

"you're words always have an effect on me." atsumu said lovingly.

you two stayed outside of the house like there weren't two families inside waiting for you two.

your hands had found his tie again and you used that to pull him even closer to you. atsumu started walking forwards and had you trapped you against the wall.

his hands were on either sides of your head and he had nudged his knee between your legs and he pulled your hips against his.

"whoa whoa whoa. at least wait until after dinner." your grandma came out of the house with her hand over her eyes.

"yeah, i know right." osamu's voice came from behind her. "they're both freaks. this is why you can't bring these two anywhere."

"shut up." atsumu pulled away from you and helped your smoothen out your dress. "we told you that you could've invited suna, but did you? if he were here you two would be even worse than us."

osamu simply just held his hands up in the air and walked back into the house, not denying the statement.

"now if you two can go inside and so we can start eating." grandma said and walked back in.

"i was two minutes away from eating something else." atsumu muttered under his breath, but still loud enough for you to hear.

you slapped his shoulder and walked ahead of him. he followed behind you like a lost puppy.

"finally. the stars of the show are here." your mom smiled at you two before you guys sat down.

atsumu sat on the right of you while you had no one sitting next to you. your dad was across from atsumu and your mom and grandma were next to him.

next to atsumu was osamu and next to osamu were his parents.

"so, atsumu." your dad started and atsumu started fiddling with your fingers nervously. "you're dating my daughter."

"yes sir."

osamu had a small smile on his face, enjoying his brother's nervousness. your grandma nodded to the kitchen before she walked inside.

you gave his hand a hard slap before standing up.

atsumu's head snapped over to you when you stood up and then looked back to your dad when he started talking again.

"he'll go easy on him." your grandma said when you entered the kitchen.

"are you sure?" you went over to help her carry a few plates. "like he looks like he's about to get murdered right now. the only people i've seen him act like that around are me and his mom."

"your mother spoke to your father about him. all good things and how he took care of you when you had your ankle issue and how he treats you and how comfortable she felt with you with him almost instantly." your grandma smiled at you. "i told him about atsumu too."

"wow. he's got the whole family whipped."

"then you admit you're whipped. I'm telling suguru." your grandma nudged your side.

"you didn't hear that." you turned to talk out of the kitchen and back to atsumu.

while you were in the kitchen your father was trying his best to talk to atsumu.

his parents didn't even seem to mind. they were all amused more than concerned for their son.

"so. you've been dating my daughter for how long now?"

"since the middle of second year, sir." atsumu answered.

"you like her?"

"i wouldn't date her if i didn't."

"yeah right." osamu snorted and took a drink of his soda. your dad's eyes flickered over to osamu before looking back at atsumu with a raised brow.

"let me explain." atsumu rushed out, already knowing what your dad was silently asking.

"she had these guys after her and i had these girls after me, not that that's important, but i made a plan for us to fake date so that would get the guys off her back." atsumu brushed his hair out of his face before continuing.

"after a while, they stopped and i honestly don't know why we didn't break up but I'm glad we didn't. then she came in with this ankle of hers and that's the time in a while where i got so fucking concerned."

"atsumu." his parents scolded for language.

"sorry. anyway. yeah, she scared the shit out of me. i thought she had broken her ankle or something, but it was only a sprain." atsumu said, recalling the memory.

"not that that isn't concerning." he added.

"also. the one and a half months when she left i made sure to check up on her and grams everyone. i called her at five everyone and didn't call her when she was out with family because she rarely sees them."

your father was kind of shocked at atsumu's explanations and looked over to his wife who was looking at him with a look on her face almost like "i told you"

"so do you love her?" he asked.

atsumu let out a breath before answering. "yeah, i do. a lot. why? i wouldn't even know if you asked."

all four parents let out a laugh and atsumu visibly relaxed at that reaction.

both mothers were nearly overflowing with joy after hearing his words and excused themselves from the table.

you had just come out of the kitchen by then and returned back to your seat next to atsumu.

the fathers and osamu had engaged in a conversation and left you and atsumu to yourselves.

"how'd it go?" you asked and turned your body towards him. "has my dad decided you're no good for me and is planning to throw me into an arranged marriage with someone else?"

"you're imagination is really something else. and i think it went great. he smiled at me and laughed when i said something that you don't want to know. is that a good sign?" atsumu asked and grabbed your hand again.

"that's a good thing." you nodded and watched as he nodded with you and went back to playing with your fingers.

"so what'd you say?" you asked, honestly curious.

"how stupid you are and how you went to sprain your ankle." atsumu said and grinned when you slapped his thigh.

"and our agreement about fake dating. left out the rules of course." he placed his hand on your thigh and ran his hand up and down it.

"dinner!" both mothers and your grandma came back into the dining room and placed down the food.

"i think i'd murder you if you told him about our rules."

"you can't murder your pretty boy. you're sunshine."

"i'll murder the pretty boy with a happy smile on my face and on a sunny day just for you." you smiled up at him and slowly leaned against him.

"I'm sure you'd love that." he said and looked down at you.

you glanced over at everyone how were in their own conversation before kissing his cheek.

"you know i would."