#atsumu oneshots

atsumu is planning something, and you know, — unfortunately so — because he’s watching you sleep.

every night for the past three days, when you’re sleeping, you can feel him turn and prop himself up on his palm, breathe in and out, and just lay there next to you … watching you sleep.

and whilst others could argue how it’s horribly romantic for him to do that — you know atsumu long and well enough to know that he is planning something.

“hey!” atsumu’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, his hands bouncing on your shoulders as he hops around your space, a wide wide smile on his face as he sees you for the first time today.

“i thought i was gonna pick ya up.” he tells you, his smile slightly feigning into a frown as he does so.

“i wanted to save you the trouble.” your eyes crinkle, “and also, samu promised me free onigiri if i got here early.”

today is onigiri miya’s grand opening — for the second time.

( the first time was a year ago but osamu got the restaurant moved to a much more convenient place a little bit last month and now he’s holding a rather small party with friends and family to celebrate. )

“you have to stop letting my brother lure you into betraying me.” atsumu groans, and the hands he had on your shoulders fall lower onto your waist.

you shake your head, smiling, “but he is such a good cook.”

with atsumu’s new contract with the MSBY BLACK JACKALS, it meant a whole bunch of new changes in your relationship.

he was gone more and more and sometimes, the only few moments the two of you would see each other was when he’d go home to your apartment or when he’d visit you at your college campus.

it was a hard change, but between his promotion and your final year in university, it was a change that was well-welcomed anyway.

“hi.” atsumu smiles, holding you close by the waist, appreciating that he met you by the doors of the restaurant, clearly abandoned by the other guests of the party.

you laugh, your arms looping around his neck, as you repeat, “hi.”

his eyes crinkle, a laugh on the verge of his lips, but with a smile, he leans closer to you instead, and closing the gap between the two of you until his smile touches your lips.

he could be away from you for two seconds or two years and he would still miss you the same.

the sun is starting to set, and with it, the party’ll probably begin too.

as close family, it’s only natural for you and atsumu to be early, but now, as the excitement of the night starts to arise, you feel pretty damn proud to be so close to this event right now.

atsumu pulls away, his smile the same as you first saw him today, and he leans in one last time to give you another peck on the lips.

your shoulders rise, and you smile, “come on, let’s go find samu.”

with the miya name, and the popularity of the original onigiri miya restaurant, it’s safe to say that the turnout of osamu’s party is alarminglysuccessful.

he’s got cousins from the other side of japan visiting him for tonight, and he’s unsure if that adds to his ego or his blood pressure more.

but aside from all that, not that his restaurant should be his first and only priority right now, atsumu stands next to him, his third glass of champagne almost completely empty.

there’s a groan in the back of osamu’s throat.

“i’m gonna do it.” atsumu nods, looking at you mingling with the crowd, watching with keen eyes as you laugh and talk with a few mutual friends.

he stands in the small buffet corner with his brother — the only person who knows what he’s planning — and with another sip of champagne, he nods faster.

osamu looks at him, “you’ve had three drinks.”

and atsumu shakes his head, “that’s why i’m gonna do it.”

see, atsumu has something he wants to do.

he’s been thinking about it for a while now, especially since he’s been part of his new contract, but every time he tries to actually do that thing he wants to do — he chickens out.

( atsumu would argue that his “chickening out” is only because he wants to make sure that what he wants to do would be something you’d want to do as well … and osamu would say that he’s chickening out because “yer a chicken and yer adopted.” )

“i’m going to do it.” atsumu takes the last sip from his glass, “right now.”

and osamu sighs, “please don’t ruin my party.”

“samu, more of your guests are arriving and i’m happy for you but i’m begging you to turn them away, they are going to finish all of your food.”

there’s a particular way your voice bounces as you say this, your hand pointing to the entrance door as you look at osamu who gives you a winning grin.

after a few minutes of that wretched mingling, you finally fall back to the corner where osamu and atsumu are at, but the air with them feels just as stiff as from before.

“i have something to say.” atsumu cuts in, looking you dead in the eye as he speaks.

your shoulders fall, “oh no.”

you know for a fact that atsumu miya is planning something. he’s been watching you sleep, staring at you when he thinks you aren’t looking, and romantically (sure) but creepily whispering something on repeat under his voice whenever you pass him by.

so you know — for a fact — that he is planning something.

and you’re unsure if it’s a good thing or not.

what if he proposes? that’s insane, it’s only been barely a year since you two started dating.

what if he wants to break up? you’re going to kill him for choosing to do it now.

your expression is wary.

“i think — no—i know — i should — we — we should —” atsumu blinks, trying to get the words out.

if it isn’t obvious already, he is very ( if not completely ) nervous about this.

“wow.” osamu nods, watching from the side as his brother tries his best, “you are so good at this.”

atsumu shoots him a dirty look, and the next second, he’s back to looking at you.

there’s a second stuck in the air.

he really is nervous about this.

and he just sighs, his shoulders fall as does his chest, and he lets a deep breath out as he looks at you.

“i want you to move in with me.”

that is not what you were expecting him to say.

“i love you, and you have a drawer of things in my dresser and i have way too many shirts at your apartment floor, and you have a toothbrush at my sink and i’m pretty sure you have my MSBY team jacket that you’re purposely hiding from me.”

his face is pink, and you’re unsure if that’s from the alcohol or from the fact that he just said all of that in one breath.

atsumu looks stiff, “i want more than that.”

“i want you to have your own whole dresser and your own whole … hairbrush ….” he continues talking and he kinda wishes he doesn’t.

( from the side, osamu nods, listening in, “you’re so romantic.”

and atsumu replies, in a hush tone as if you’re not literally in front of them, “go away. shut up. stop listening.” )

he lets a deep breath out, “i want you to move in with me.”

and he smiles, because he doesn’t know what else to do.

“unless, ya don’t want to …” atsumu laughs nervously, taking a sip from his champagne glass only to be reminded that its already empty, “then that’s also fine… definitely.”

the last time he’s been this nervous for a response was when he told his mother he wouldn’t be going to college, and even then, he was less nervous than this.

you look at him, “that’s it?”

“uhm,” and his expression falls, his hand back on his nape, “yea — that’s it. sorry.”

relief spreads across your chest. so, he isn’t proposing and he isn’t breaking up with you.

“no,” you shake your head, eyes softening at how atsumu is visibly defeated by what you just said.

you step closer towards him, “i mean, of course i’ll move in with you, i practically live with you already.”

“yeah?” his expression picks up, “you would?”

“yeah.” you smile, and your arms are back looping around his neck, “i’d love to have my own whole dresser and my own whole hairbrush.”

he groans when you remind him of that, but he laughs anyway, and with it, he reciprocates your embrace.

the whole moving in together won’t fix the rough schedule the two of you have been fighting, but it would definitely make seeing each other a lot more easier.

atsumu leans in to kiss you, his hand holding you by your jaw and your cheek as he pulls you in close, and he smiles against your lips.

you pull away for a second, laughing, “does this mean you’ll finally stop watching me sleep?”

and with his nose still touching yours he asks, “are you finally gonna return my MSBY team jacket?”

“no.” you scoff, and atsumu ignores that as he pulls you back in to kiss you again.

he’s laughing, but he pulls away just to come back to your lips again just to pull away and do it all over again.

you are the love of his life. he’s so sure of that.

he laughs, “then no.”