summary: miya atsumu loves you for years, but you weren’t ready yet.
now playing: lifetime by ben&ben
note: hi, anon! enjoy!!! lmk what you think!!! hihi.
Everyone from Inarizaki’s side rose from their seats and cheered as soon as the ball landed on the orange court. You watched Atsumu and Osamu staring at each other in disbelief. After months of hardwork, they’ve finally achieved one of their goals for that year—to defeat the crows before they graduate.
pairing: atsumu x f!reader word count, genre: 1.7k words, angst. warnings: none summary: who holds on to a silly, childhood promise? apparently, atsumu does but he realizes there’s more than one way to keep his end of the promise.
“You’re the only one I want to get married to!”
The little boy laughs, his hands ruffling the already messy hair of the little girl. “Is that right?”
She eagerly nods, her smile shining as bright as the sun. “Mommy always says when I grow up I should be with the one who makes me the happiest in the world.”
“I feel the happiest with you. So,” She pulls his right hand and hooks her small pinkie with his. “I want to be with you forever. It’s a promise.”
He looks at her with softness in his eyes, and though he knows that no one could tell what the future holds, he keeps his finger linked with hers.
a/n: i hope you enjoy the second part of the remixed storm chaser. part i can be found here.
Miya Atsumu has a reputation of being relentless in hunting down what he wants.
So even though Kita frowns and Osamu blows up his phone with angry texts, he makes the hour-long drive through sleepy villages and rice paddies and bamboo groves back to her family’s home.
He does not linger overlong at her front door, does not even muster up the courage to try the window to her room - he knows it’s been latched shut and will not open, no matter how much he grovels. He simply kneels by the door, leaving bunches of wildflowers, paper wrapped packages of mochi and letters written in the light of insomnia and bitter desperation.
I’m sorry, he writes, again and again, at the top of each and every letter. I’m sorry for running. I’m sorry I wasn’t fair to you, he scribbles, regretting the nights spent convincing himself that he’s too young, it’s too much to ask, even as he dreams of childlike laughter and playful banter.
I’m sorry I forgot how much I loved you.
He refuses to lose hope when his flowers wilt from being left out in the sun, when the packages of mochi returned with a polite note thanking Kita’s grandmother for her kindness, not even when his letters are shredded to ribbons. He stays until his agent calls with demands that he present himself back in Osaka before the season starts, and with a heavy heart, he packs his bags and bids Kita goodbye.
a/n:thestorm chaser remix as promised, but can be read as a standalone. wherein miya atsumu learns that it’s futile to run from his fate.
(pt. ii to follow soon.)
“‘Samu - don’t ya know how to knock on the door like a decent human being? Wait what the f- ”
Crack.
He regrets ever giving Osamu the key to his apartment when he’s grabbed by the scruff of his neck and greeted with a fist to the face. “What the fuckwas that for”, Atsumu yelps, cradling his jaw, violet marks blooming on his skin. “I didn’t steal yer shit this time, so what’s your fuckin’ problem - “
“Ya fucking bastard. Did ya know - did’ya know she was pregnant?” Osamu demands breathlessly, fist clenched by his side.
For a split second Atsumu is sorely tempted to tease his twin, taunt him, ask who she is, but the fury blazing in Osamu’s eyes urges him on the side of cautiousness so he nods once.
