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“This is…smaller than I remember.” Atsumu sits his bag on the ground and sprawls on the bed that the two of us will have to sleep on. “Come on, don’t make that face.”

For one week, Atsumu and I are staying at a cabin with his team for a vacation. But I'm also fake dating to spare him from getting teased by his team. So what I'm still salty for him telling his team that us two are dating? First I'm surrounded by some of his teammates, now I have to share a tiny bed and bathroom.

The face he is referring to is one of shock and disgust, written plainly on my face after an exhausting day of fake smiles plastered on my face, pretending to be some guy's girlfriend when I'm not. I look around the cabin's bedroom, the rest of which all happen to be singles, not surprising considering they usually use the cabin for training camps, not vacations. If I wasn't pissed already from this impossibly annoying situation Miya dragged me into, this was really the nail in the coffin. After a moment of being stunned, I run to the closet to see if there's any extra blankets or pillows, hell, a cot would be great if it meant not sleeping in here with this guy. Unfortunately, none of my prayers were answered. I sigh in defeat as I close my eyes, trying to calm myself, before turning to face the small bed, his annoying face still sprawled on it. I cross my arms in displeasure.

"I'm not sure what kind of face you want me to make in this situation."

“Hm?” Atsumu says as he slowly raises his head off the bed. He smirks and chuckles, “This room isn’t good enough, hm?" He leans back against his arms once again, relaxing despite my obvious anger. “You think that you should get special treatment or something? You’re just my girlfriend, who cares if you get the shittiest room here.”

I feel my blood boil at his stupidly smug look on his face, and the way he always has the words that piss me off the most. I narrow my eyes at him before pulling my own quip.

"Oh, trust me, any girlfriend of yours will be well-accustomed with disappointment." I grin at my own joke.

He actually has the audacity to look a bit surprised. “Whoa, that one was pretty good. Usually your replies are lame." He then smirks again with his hand in his pocket. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re my girlfriend and we’re rooming together for a week. You think you’re getting a different room? Not a chance.”

I chew on my lip in slight annoyance, but also just pondering my options here, knowing I'd do anything not to end up in a bed with this asshole. My whole body already feels hot from how angry he makes me, there's no way I'd be able to sleep. I hold my hands out like I'm negotiating with him with my eyebrows furrowed.

"Don't your friends care about decorum? Don't they think it's weird to have a girl room with a guy?" I say the argument, but the truth is, the fact that we're in college has kind of made the point moot. We're old enough for it to not be an issue, and the fact that his teammates already teased him, tells me they don't see a real issue with it. Dumbasses.

Miya chuckles and shakes his head, “Decorum…?" Narrowing his eyes, he continues. “To them you’re just my girlfriend who I dragged along on this trip. So really, they think we’re going far in this room, you know?" He raises his eyebrow, his smirk mocking and teasing at the same time. His lips curl in some kind of sinister delight at my discomfort. “Plus we share rooms in training camps. Shit, I’m sure they'll tease that I got some.”

I narrow my eyes at him again, now with a new argument to pull, avoiding the subject he is bringing up...

"Wait, did you ask them if I could come on this damn trip?" I groan as I tilt my head up to the ceiling in annoyance. "I thought you said they insisted! To meet your new girlfriend or some bullshit...If you dragged me along, what the fuck is your end goal?" I cross my arms and tap my foot impatiently awaiting his common bullshit excuse.

“I said they were insisting me to invite you. They want to meet the girl who stole their setter’s heart, of course." He shrugs as he leans up onto his elbow, the picture of satisfaction. His eyes go to mine and he smirks again. “I never said I wanted you here. But since they were harassing me, I invited you so I could shut them up. That’s it.”

I look away from his relaxed form as he continues to sprawl on the bed, further annoying me with the way Miya's stupid face contorts with joy at my displeasure. I pout as I mumble out. "That's pathetic."

“No, it’s smart. I knew it’d get them to shut up, and here we are. A fake couple for a week. Mission accomplished." Miya's full lips never seem to get any rest with how much he speaks, and he doesn't plan to let up now. "So, are you gonna keep whining or are you gonna suck it up and get in the bed?”

I walk over to the bed, more determined and annoyed as I keep the face of disgust, as it's quickly becoming my natural state. "If I have to spend all day pretending I like you, trust, I'm going to use every opportunity I have to complain."

“Ah, so you’ll be that kind of girlfriend…” He chuckles and sits himself up, before leaning over to pat the bed. He looks up at me, his eyes smoldering.

“Come on, stop being a brat. I promise I won't bite.” Miya hands out a perfectly unconvincing grin, his eyes scanning my body just to annoy me and it works as I feel a cold shiver down my spine, and when he opens his mouth again I meet him halfway.

"If you say 'unless you want me to' right now, I'm going to scream." His mouth closes unceremoniously, a pout replacing the grin. I look at the space he patted, and my face makes an even more disgusted shocked face. He looks like a prostitute inviting me into bed, and it makes me feel sick to my stomach. I step back from the bed and turn to exit the room, but I speak quickly as I depart. "Nah, I'm good, I'll figure something out."

His eyebrows raise and his mouth drops. “Really? You’re going to sleep on the floor? It’s not like I’m asking much. It’s only a week, you can handle sleeping next to me.” He stirs as he rolls up the sleeves of his tee shirt, seemingly trying to hide how much I'm getting under his skin and maybe showing off his muscled biceps in an attempt to entice. It's not working. “Come on, I’m not like, that bad. I’m probably the second hottest guy here.”

I grin at the joke I'm about to make as I turn to look at him over my shoulder, a smile hidden behind my tight lips.

"Oh, is the hottest guy here your brother?" I hold a hand up to my chin. "Yeah, that's the only option, if you're considering yourself hot at this point."

“Ouch, that was good I’ll admit.” He raises his eyebrow, then continues. “But that fact still stands, I’m one of the hottest here. Fuck, probably at our whole damn school!" He points an accusing finger at me like I should re-evaluate my perspective. "You should take a moment to appreciate the fact that you’re sharing a bed with me for the entire week.”

At this I make a loud guffaw, and look at his lounging body in disbelief with an empty smile. I take a moment to slowly scan over that whole long body as he continues to lie on the bed. I grin smugly.

"Yeah...I'll pass." He clenches his jaw and the annoyed look on his face says it all. This girl was really pissing him off right now.

“Wow, okay.” His eyes scan my own body up and down as well. “You’re not even that cute and you’re acting like the hottest girl here.” Then he rolls his eyes and lays back down with a heavy groan leaving his throat as he rubs his eyes with his palms. “Just get on the bed already.”

I roll my eyes and cross my arms as I turn to face him again. "I'm the only girl here, so unfortunately for you, I win by default." I point an accusing finger at him in addition as I comprehend the other insult. "Besides, you're the one who chose me, so if I'm not up to your standard, that's on you, babe."

“Babe?” He lets out his own chuckle as he sits up quickly, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. "You could call me that. Here, out there, in this shitty twin bed-" 

At the moment, I throw the rogue pillow I was saving for a rainy day right into his stupidly handsome face. Miya's face is red as he pushes the pillow away like it personally offends him with his presence before standing and shoving a finger into my sternum, like he's done playing games.

“Yeah, I was the one who chose you." His mouth twists as his eyes search mine to back down, and when he sees the wall I've created in my mind, he lets out a haughty breath, throwing his hands up in exasperation, looking at me in disbelief and irritation. "Do you have any idea how many people would kill to be in your shoes right now?" He scoffs and runs a hand through his hair as he turns, the other placed on his hip like he's unsure how to move forward. "God, I would have better luck trying to pass a duck off as my girlfriend." I'm just in utter disbelief at the huge display of ego. I let out an empty laugh as I put my hands on my hips as I counter the ridiculous point.

"Oh, you're so right, so why don't you go ahead and fake break up with me then?" I continue to walk towards the door leading out of the room, saying loudly. "Preferably in front of all your little friends."

He grits his teeth and a frown quickly appears on his face. “Oh…so that’s how you want to play this? Fine then, let’s play.” Without hesitation he gets up and goes for the door before opening it and stopping me from leaving. He closes the door behind him, turning the lock and leaning back against it. His arms cross his chest. He narrows his dark eyes. “You think I won’t do it?”

I am surprised at how quickly he left his comfortable position to effectively trap me in this small cabin room. My eyebrows quickly move to their assigned position of furrowed. I tilt my head and look at him in annoyed confusion. "Well, I'm starting to think you won't, considering you've just blocked our exit." I gesture to the door behind you with my chin.

Atsumu stays leaning against the door, his eyes attempting intimidation with their narrowed edges. All of his movements have seemed to become a bit sharper. His tone is a lot more serious, but I can sense the amusement lurking beneath it. Then, he speaks, his voice low like he's playing "house" as the father. “Do you really want me to go and tell the whole team that I dumped you?”

I narrow my eyes at him in camaraderie, at the weird threat, because I've made it very clear that this situation is not one I would voluntarily put myself in. I put an accusing finger to his broad chest as I tilt my head to look up at him slightly, maintaining some distance. "Who says that you're doing the dumping?" I raise an eyebrow in annoyed confusion.

“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow, a small smirk appears on his lips for a brief moment before he continues. “So, are you going to dump me?” He laughs quietly, and then his face quickly turns into a serious one. “You honestly think that's believable? You, breaking up with me? Please."

I feel my face turn red from anger and embarrassment at how easily he brushes off the idea. I make a seriously pissed face before I reach for the doorknob behind him. I look up at Miya with a threatening look, but then let it slip into a smooth and sweet voice, shrugging with innocence.

"Watch me."

His eyes move to his left, and when I go for the doorknob, he moves quicker and grabs for my hand, holding it firmly in place. “Ah, I don’t think so.” His grip on my wrist is firm and strong, but the breathy chuckle that leaves his lips tells me he's bluffing. He shakes his head like he can't believe I'm going this far, and maybe he knows from the bags forming under my eyes that I might be bluffing too.

I look up at him in annoyance, and give a look of pure exasperation. "Look, if you're not willing to go along with a fake break up, it's not like they're going to believe me. I'm just leaving so I don't have to...." I look back at the bed. "...I'm not doing that."

“Hm?” He tilts his head to the side and a smirk appears again, seemingly mocking. His grip around my wrist remains, and for a moment his eyebrows raise as he studies my face. “Not doing what?”

I give him a knowing look, an eyebrow raised at his attempt to embarrass me into saying it. "Sleep here."

“Ah, so you’re going to sleep on the floor the whole week?”

He lets out another small chuckle as he leans back against the door, keeping the grip on my wrist. His smile seems genuine and amused, seeing how long until I break. I make a motion to make him let go, my glare unwavering. "I'll sleep in the living room or something."

“And you think the others won’t find that strange? Your fake boyfriend making you sleep in the living room while he takes the room to himself. That’s kind of ridiculous. And weird, don’t you think?” He continues to stare with mock wonder and amusement, clearly not going to let go until I agreed to share the bed.

I bite my cheek as I try my best to stay calm with his attitude issue, but he does bring up a good point. I use my other hand to express a feigned confusion as I speak. "I'm sorry, what exactly am I getting out of this fake dating arrangement?" My eyes widen in fake ignorance, awaiting an answer impatiently. "Please, enlighten me."

“Hm?” He lets out a small chuckle before he speaks. “If I explain, are you going to agree to sleep in bed with me now?”

I respond with a half-hearted shrug at his request. "Maybe, if it's a worthy explanation."

“So even if I explain, there’s still a chance you’ll sleep on the floor instead?”

He leans a bit forward, staring at me directly in the eyes. He speaks with playful curiosity in his voice, searching the windows to my soul to find the key to getting me into bed with him. I move my head back with the quick proximity, my face still scrunched up in displeasure.

"If it sucks, then I sure as hell am not sleeping in the same bed as you."

“And if the explanation doesn’t suck? You’ll sleep in the same bed as me?” His eyebrows raise slowly again and the smirk comes back full force, his flirtatious hand lightly running up my forearm, sending a shiver through me along with disgust at how easy he is.

"Fine, sure. I highly doubt any explanation you have will do anything more than prove how much of an idiot you are."

“Oh, come on, you haven’t even heard my explanation yet, and you’re already judging it? That’s just unfair.” A small scoff comes from him as he leans back against the door, his facial expression still of smug amusement. “You have an incredibly irritating way of speaking, do you know that?” But even as he's insulting me, his sultry voice comes out as his lazy eyes rake my form, teasing me like he can get me to give in just by looking at me. 

I just glare at him. "You do know you're the most irritating person I've ever met?" I rip my arm away, shaking it off like it had a bunch of water randomly slipping down it from God knows where, a tongue sticking out of my mouth as his brow furrows. "Also, don't."

“Ah, I see.” He says amusedly, with his grin back on his face. He rubs the bridge of his nose, a small sigh coming from his mouth. “You’re going to be such a hassle all week, I just know it.” His head tilts back against the door as he laments and complains about my lack of desire to play "Mommy and Daddy".

I put my hands on my hips while my glare becomes more heated and impatient. "Are you going to come out and say an explanation, or is your plan to keep speaking until I pass out in exhaustion?"

“You think I’m just going to let you sleep somewhere else while we’re pretending to be in a relationship? You have another thing coming if you think that’s happening.”

"Calm down, princess." I place the blanket and pillow on the other side of the room, but our room nonetheless while he's busy looking effortlessly sexy for the hidden cameras I'm sure he's created in his mind.  "I'll sleep in here so you can just pretend we slept in the same bed." I roll my eyes. "Don't worry, your precious reputation of being an absolute catch is saved."

“Ha, ha, ha. Funny. This bed has more than enough room to fit two people, but sure. Sleep alone on the floor, I’m not stopping you.” He leans back against the door, his smirk increasing slightly. I turn to look at his tall figure after making a shitty bed, a smug grin on my face.

"Who said I'm the one sleeping on the floor?" I gesture towards the makeshift bed with a bow. "Your accommodations are prepared, my liege."

Atsumu blinks as he processes the statement, staring down at the blankets, his face a clean slate of emotion, before his dead eyes look back into mine. “You’re suggesting that I sleep on the floor while you get the bed? This was all just a ruse and you never intended on sleeping on the floor in the first place? Is that really happening right now?”

I can't help but giggle when I see the look of disdain on his handsome face, and I quickly run to the bed and sprawl on it just as he did when we first arrived. I nod my head towards the corner. "Aw, look, it's lonely without you in it."

His eyes narrow with annoyance, but his expression is also filled with amusement. He lets out a dry, small laugh before he speaks. “So, you’re actually serious? You want me to sleep on the floor, while you get the luxury of a comfortable bed all to yourself?”

I use my whole body to take up the entire single bed, closing my eyes to feign exhaustion. "Oh my goodness, I'm just so tired..." I grin as I close my eyes and get under the covers of the small bed. He lets out a low disbelieving chuckle, making his way over to the bed with a grin on his face, surprised by my playfulness. Delightfully so.

“So, that’s it? You win? You’re going to be the one who gets to sleep on the comfortable bed?” I can't suppress a smile on my face, but I make some exaggerated snoring sounds to just drive home my point. He stares at me, his brows furrowed in disbelief. “You even made a whole little mock bed for me!”

I can't continue the charade after I hear his voice raise a pitch in protest. To hide my smile and laughter I put the blanket over my head, but the whole bed is shaking and he can hear my suppressed laughter under the covers. “I don’t believe you. You can’t be serious right now." Atsumu walks over to yank the blanket down to get a glimpse of my red twisted face in delight. “There’s no way you’re actually laughing right now." I quickly cover my face with my hands to hide behind, but my laughter just becomes louder with the addition of the sarcastically annoyed look on his face. His eyes widen, surprised at just how bright and red my face has turned. His eyebrows raise, and the slight corner of his mouth starts to rise. “This isn’t funny.” He tries to grit his teeth to keep from laughing, but fails miserably.

I uncover my face for one second to catch the look on his face, and my grin only grows with seeing him suppressing his own laughter. I sit up a little in the bed and poke his cheek, still a little euphoric from my laughter, and my slight exhaustion from the tiring day. "You're lying..." I sing it to him to tease and further the smile on his face.

“Shut up.”

With our laughter growing, I feel a weird sense of something like...fun...creeping over me and it unnerves me so I get up with a clearing of my throat. "I'm just playing." I make another sequential motion of getting up from the bed, nodding towards the little one on the floor in the opposite corner, only making his delight fade as he tilts his head back and groans at my resolve.

“No. No, you’re not. I refuse to let my fake girlfriend sleep on the floor. That’s not happening.”

I roll my eyes but a grin remains on my face. I look at him half-pleading, half-reassuring. "I'm fine." I smile as I draw out the vowel with exasperation. "Seriously, I can't sleep in the same bed as you." I wave a hand dismissively before heading over to the bag I left by the little pillow and blanket on the floor.

“Is there a specific reason you can’t sleep in the same bed as me? Because we’re just going to be pretending to be a couple, so it’s not like we’re going to be all lovey-dovey while sleeping or anything.”

"Sure, but that bed is just not big enough..." I crouch by my bag but I turn back to look at the bed and then back to him with a 'get serious' look. "There's no way we can both sleep on there without touching each other."

“..Touching each other?” He speaks those words cautiously and slowly, suppressing a smirk as if I may explode at him for simply entertaining that preposterous idea. His facial expression becomes somewhat curious as he thinks. “And, you have a problem with touching me? We agreed to fake date, so naturally, wouldn’t touching me come with that?” He tilts his head to the side questionably, a half-grin, half-frown on his face. I stand up and cross my arms as I look at him already back on the bed, my eyebrows furrowed.

"Look, I wouldn't have agreed to this little ruse if you expected anything more than a couple of gestures and words. I'm not the fake 'love of your life'." I put it in air quotations and gesture towards him. "Trust me, us not being close after just starting to date is not a weird thing, especially if we're planning on fake breaking up soon."

“I didn’t expect you to be the 'fake love of my life'." He mocks my air quotes with his own while modulating his voice in a way I'm guessing is meant to offend. "I just expected you to be a little more physical while pretending to date me. Not this….” He gestures towards the floor. “When you agreed to fake date me, did you assume that I wouldn’t want to fake… be affectionate? What did you expect would happen if we faked dated?” My face turns red with embarrassment but mostly annoyance. I puff out in frustration.

"First of all, I didn't 'agree' to fake date you. You dragged me into this, and I felt bad enough for you to help you out. For one camping trip so you save face. That's it." I make an X with my arms to further prove my point, before one of my hands land on my hip and the other gestures towards him carelessly. "Like, what kind of affection were you expecting to get?"

“I…” he stutters as he blinks, comprehending my rationale, which makes more sense than he'd like to admit. “Well, I was just expecting more… affection.” Atsumu sighs as he runs a hand through his hair, messy by nature plus the stress of being around me. “You could’ve told me you didn’t feel comfortable with physical affection, instead of just agreeing to fake date me.” Atsumu mumbles out while playing with a thread on the bed's quilt, like a kicked puppy.

I sigh in defeat as I close my eyes in frustration, pinching the bridge of my nose trying to calm myself down. Part of me wants to yell at him for not establishing his expectations, and the other part of me feels kind of bad for this guy. He's really pathetic. I keep my eyes closed by I raise my eyebrows in an effort to seem not as hostile. I throw a hand up for a second.

"...Like what?" I grit out the words but I can sense the way he perks up with the opportunity to get me to agree to his terms, but he can't help but let some snark seep in between the cracks of the conversation.

“Like… holding hands and such? You know, the usual things that come with dating? Is that too much to ask?”

His voice raises a tiny bit towards the end of his sentence, and he seems frustrated by the mere fact that I'm asking such a simple question. My face twists in displeasure at the idea, and I feel a shudder down my spine. My hands move to hug myself by instinct, before shaking my head trying to get rid of the feeling. "...I'm gonna take a shower." I grab a tee shirt and some shorts, a couple of toiletries before heading into the tiny room-adjacent bathroom. He just watches me go, a small expression of frustration on his face as he bemoans my attitude.

“And we’ve barely just started this charade….” Atsumu grits his teeth and slumps down on the bed.

In the shower, I spend a good portion of it running the idea over in my head, but I shudder at the idea of pretending to date such a douchebag! Plus, why is he going so far for some pride? "Idiot." I mutter to myself in the shower quietly. Part of me feels kind of weird about him seeing me after my shower, but I steel my resolve to seem indifferent to it. I count down before exiting the bathroom. I don't even spare a glance towards the bed and start walking to the light switch near the door. I make sure the door is locked, so that his friends don't barge in as a joke and catch me on the floor instead of bed with my boyfriend. I turn the switch off without a response, and walk over to the makeshift bed on the floor, although it's looking a lot less comfortable in the reality of it, and I make a little face at my own stubbornness.

“There is another option. It’s called you sleeping in the bed with me.” He pauses as his eyebrows furrow for a second. “Do I need to remind you that you’re supposed to be my fake girlfriend, and if you didn’t know, fake girlfriends don’t usually sleep on a separate bed from their fake boyfriends, right?”

In frustration, I turn around so that I'm facing the bed as I lie in my own. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought the point of fake dating was to make sure you didn't look like a loser in front of your friends." I wait a second before continuing my barrage. "I didn't know I was in the presence of the fake dating police. If you know all about it, why didn't you just ask one of your previous girlfriends?!" I make a growl of annoyance before snubbing him and facing the wall again.

“I…”

"I wasn't aware someone was going to barge into our room to make sure we're sleeping in the same bed. What the hell are you on?"

He just stares at me, or rather my bed in the darkness. Atsumu sits in a quiet shock, then he clears his throat before speaking.

“Okay, fair point. But… I mean, just because someone won’t barge in here and make sure we’re sleeping in the same bed, doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t still. If we’re dating, don’t you think it’s appropriate to at least be sleeping together?”

I raise a finger to the ceiling I'm still staring at in the darkness of our room, my eyes slowly adjusting. I correct him.

"Fake dating."

“..Right, fake dating. But, is the act of sleeping together, even as a fake couple, too much for you?”

"It is when it's with you."

Atsumu's eyebrows raise once again and his head tilts to the side, a stinging pulsing through his veins, lighting up his anger like a match in the darkness.

“…Well damn.” He pretends like it's unimportant, but he shifts in the bed. “I mean, you didn’t have to phrase it so harshly like that.”

"Please, you'll survive, especially since it came from a...what'd you say...girl that isn't even that cute?" I shoot his earlier insult back in his face.

“You…” His voice trails off, as it sounds like the words are about to come out as a growl, but he ends up taking a few moments to himself to calm down. “That was a dick move on my part. I apologize.”

I let out a sigh of exasperation. "Forget it, I'm not trying to get you to say something you don't believe. What I am saying is my opinion shouldn't matter much to you." I wave my hand in the air dismissively, knowing he might not see it anyway. "Let's just go to bed." I turn over to the wall in this very uncomfortable floor bed.

“Fine.” He speaks in a slightly irritated tone, but then his facial expression changes as he watches me lay down on that stupid little bed.

Despite our very different views on our sleeping arrangement, we seem to be on the same wavelength of thoughts floating through the atmosphere.

I'm already regretting this.

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I don't sleep well at all, if not for the uncomfortable bed, the uncomfortable company was a close second. I wake up earlier than Atsumu and I take a second to quietly tiptoe closer to the bed. He looks so much less irritating asleep, his mouth open only to let some drool run down his cheek, rather than spewing idiotic words. I shake off the thoughts as I start my morning routine.

From the bathroom, I hear a yawn and shifting in the bed, and when I poke my head out of the doorway, I see his muscular arms lazily stretching behind his head, like he's on a damn TV show.

“Huh? Oh...” He rubs the sleep from his eyes, and I think about how criminal it is to be so hot first thing in the morning. "Are you already up...?”

"No, I'm sleepwalking." My response is muffled by the toothbrush in my mouth as I nod sarcastically, but he's too sleepy to do anything but smack his lips together. He yawns again and begins his daily complaints.

“Man, I barely got any sleep last night.” He groans and twists around in the bed like he can cover himself enough to escape the day and our horribly unprepared plot. Me too, buddy.

I can't help but grin almost in resentment but I can't help but gesture to the blankets on the floor. "You sure you don't want to try out the luxury bed I had made for you?"

"Ha, ha, ha, very funny. I'm not sleeping on that rat's nest, that can not be comfortable." He shakes his whole body with a dramatic shiver, like he can't imagine a worse fate for someone. 

I give a half-hearted shrug, but I know that better than anyone, devastated by his lack of agreement. I grind my teeth together even though I feel the grit of the toothpaste between them, spitting it out when he finally decides to grace me with conversation.

“So… what’s the plan for today?” I emerge from the bathroom with a confused expression, already annoyed by his careless demeanor.

"Isn't this your and your friends' vacation? I wasn't aware I was an event planner in addition to being your fake girlfriend."

He matches my annoyance as he rubs the back of his messy bedhead. "Damn, I just wanted to know since you're gonna do everything too." He's back to pouting, rolling his eyes and tilting his head back like a habit and I start to feel a great amount of pity for his parents.

I put my hands on my hips as I step out of the bathroom to fix a better glare on his form. "What is on the agenda today is not my business. I'll willing participate in whatever you want." I wave my hand dismissively in the air, as if it's all a chore.

I soon discover, much to my chagrin, he's the slowest riser ever. I find myself sighing more than exhaling as I wait for him to finish his burning hot shower, his god-awful singing filling the room as steam seeps underneath the door. I groan as I throw my body across the unmade bed, letting out a newly pleasurable sigh as I sink into the blankets. I must've drifted off for just a second because I jolt when I feel a drop of cold water on my cheek and open my eyes to see Atsumu's half-naked body hovering over me, effectively trapping me against the bed. However...I refuse to let him get the best of me.

"...What are you doing?"

"Seducing you." 

"It's not working." I move to get up, shoving his shoulder out of my way and pretending like touching a hot guy's damp bare shoulder, still warm from being boiled alive does nothing to my nerves, scoffing to cover up my breathing. 

"Eh, it was worth a shot." 

I try my best to slap on another tight-lipped smile in an effort to seem happy to be in a relationship with one of the most annoying and frustrating people I've ever met. We go downstairs, and his friends greet us, teasing Atsumu about 'getting some', which only has me flinch in disgust for a moment too small for any of them to notice.

He rolls his eyes slightly before smiling and shrugging the comment off. "I wish..." His comment almost makes my eyes pop out of my head with annoyance. I laugh anyway, trying to make it seem genuine, with a little slap to his upper arm. I feel a slight sense of relief that they want to play volleyball at a park nearby the camping area.

I say it's fine and to have fun, but his teammates insist I come too. God, they're all just as pushy as their captain. As we start heading towards the volleyball court, Atsumu grabs my hand which surprises me slightly, but soon enough, his teammates have gotten further ahead than us. I keep a smile on my face as I lift a hand to whisper in his ear, which is further than I anticipated, him having to lean down slightly to let me.

"You know, it probably would've been more convincing to just lie and say you did." I jerk my head forward a little with my eyes directed towards his friends' retreating figures.

“Huh?” I'm about to repeat the statement because apparently in addition to being dumb, he's deaf. Still, as I open my mouth, he turns to me and I blink in surprise. A look of satisfaction spreads across his face as he nods in agreement, a smug look as he leans closer to whisper against my cheek. "True, it's probably harder to believe I wouldn't have." As my head jerks back with a disgusted look on my face at his comment, he chuckles with a wink as we finally reach the court.

I smile back at Atsumu, even though it's more tired than anything, us both knowing we'd rather be anywhere but here pretending to be into each other. I just try my best to look at him endearingly as I wave him off, choosing to watch the game from a bench nearby. I lean back against my hands as I squint up at the summer sun, relieved to get a slight break from acting. My eyes slowly drop to watch the game in front of me. Watching the arrogant blonde play, I can’t help but notice once again, how incredibly hot he is. His muscles flex with each spike he takes. Each time he jumps, I can’t help but admire his form. It vexes me to no end.

When some of his teammates get too tired to continue due to their lack of restful sleep, they walk over to the bench and sit down beside me for a small break. I am slightly surprised to see that Atsumu was not joking about these kids being very curious about their captain's love life, which shocks me. Doesn't he like, always have a girlfriend? I keep up a shy appearance when they start to ask actual questions, mostly because I don't want to be asked to corroborate on details.

A smile on my face when Atsumu's name is mentioned, but a little exasperated sometimes, bringing up cute little faults like a bonafide girlfriend would. I get a little flustered once the boys start to make teasing comments to me, flirting a little just to piss off their friend, but it simply reminds me of how hot volleyball players are. I try to keep my head down or forward just to not incriminate myself by checking them out while my supposed boyfriend is on the court.

After a couple more rounds with the numbers dwindling, Atsumu finally decide to move towards the bench that has become quite full and surrounded by his teammates. I sit in the middle of it, looking at him slightly relieved, surprising apparently both of us by the way his eyebrows lift for a moment, that it would be less tiresome to talk to Atsumu than continue with his friends.

"Guys, I don't know if you know, but we actually need people on the court to play." The boys who have decided to make a little circle of a harem around me at the bench start to groan as they get to their feet, listening to their captain. The sight shocks me, not really getting a captain vibe from Miya Atsumu. "Crazy, I know." 

"He just wants to flirt with his girlfriend." I hear Inuoka snicker to Hinata as if the bright-haired boy couldn't have inferred that himself. And by the way he gasps in delight, maybe he didn't. When Atsumu notices the two shorties straggling, he musses up both their heads before shoving them off playfully towards the court, warning them not to say that again or else. That moment of leadership and affection, it almost made me...smile. 

Oh god, no. 

“..Are you relieved to have me back?” Atsumu's sweaty form and breathy chuckle suddenly starts to jog towards me at a sexy Baywatch speed.

Oh no. 

I feel the pressure immediately building behind my eyes as his friends glance over in our direction, chuckling and nudging each other and I know my time has come. So I flash a grin, and a little bit of blush on my face before standing from the bench to meet his challenge.

"Oh my gosh, you're so sweaty, gross!" I cringe internally at the way my heart rate speeds and my voice sounds too much like a squeak. Worse, when I use a sleeve to wipe some sweat off his brow affectionately, I can feel a pulse of heat run through my veins, almost tasting the way he's breathing hard from the game. I lick my lips, telling myself it's because it's hot, I'm dehydrated, and why is he looking at me like that? I can tell Atsumu's smug look and grin are not from pure affection but at the satisfaction of watching me act a fool in front of his friends.

"Get a room!" I hear someone shout by the sidelines and the boys take the opportunity to slack off and laugh, but my eyes flit nervously around Atsumu's intense look in his eyes as his chest heaves, seemingly puffing out or maybe I'm getting closer because suddenly, I could almost swear I feel his heartbeat through his sweat-soaked shirt.

I take the boys shouting as the opportunity it is to rush away from Atsumu's proximity and up towards the cackling players. "Oh my god, you guys are worse than Atsumu!" I say it teasingly and accusingly pointing a finger as I scan over all the boys just relaxing on the court or sitting beside it as they enjoy their vacation rather than listen to their lovestruck captain.

Atsumu’s team play a couple rounds of Uno after dinner, laughing and teasing each other with a little bit of alcohol in their veins. Except the fact that playing Uno with college athletes will result in way too much competition. Exhibit A, Atsumu after having to draw a huge number of cards.

"You guys are all fucking cheaters..." He mutters under his breath, but all his friends are just bursting out with laughter as he pouts. At this, I take the opportunity to come up behind his chair as he leans back with his new stack of cards, and I almost want to laugh at how abysmal the spread is, despite having half the deck. I shake his shoulders encouragingly, feeling more relaxed with a whole day of success and maybe the tiniest amount of alcohol. 

"Yeah, you suck." His friends can't help giving another roar of laughter as I sigh out the statement meant to tease. It looks quirky and cute, but by the way my hand tightens on Atsumu's shoulder, he can tell that I'm getting some kind of satisfaction at his loss. Atsumu's eyes flash to mine over his shoulder, the only trace of irritation quickly wiped away by his congenial smile, a hand coming up to grasp one of mine, also tight as he pulls my hand up to his mouth, and I sense a challenge. I swallow. 

“Shut up, I don’t suck...” Atsumu purrs out the words like he's speaking something indecent, but my whole body stiffens when Atsumu places a soft, open-mouthed kiss against the palm of my hand. So soft, I wonder if it could even be called a kiss, his smoldering eyes meeting mine as I feel his lips curl in my hand.

I'm infinitely thankful when one of his friends chimes in.

“Oh, but you do, though.”

Atsumu groans as I slip my hand out of his and he turns his body to face his opponents, sticking an accusing finger out to defend his pride. “I DO NOT. I know how-"

He doesn’t get to finish this response as he’s cut off by everyone laughing even louder now. After I've wiped away the sweaty evidence from my palms, I have gained enough brain cells to meet Atsumu where he's at.

He wants to play games? Fine with me.

I drape myself over his tense shoulders, wrapping my arms around him slightly, massaging lightly as I feel his whole body stiffen under my attentive fingers. I chastise his friends a little even though I started it, leaning my head down to speak to them right next to Atsumu's face, my breath ghosting his ear and cheek, letting him know I'm not backing down either. "Okay, knock it off, or Atsumu's going to pout all evening."

His facial expression changes to one of surprise, but he doesn’t even have a chance to react or speak, before I place my head on top of his, affectionately resting on it. I can feel his shock dissipate just a little with a false sense of security, which brings out my grin.

Got him.

I blurt out that he has no green whatsoever to give everyone else an edge, leading to everyone laughing at his expense, a smug grin spreading across my face, placing a kiss on the top of his hair before mussing it up, and I feel satisfied at his inability to even give a reaction of my betrayal until they start to tease him once again.

“Oh dang...You just gave away his hand just like that!” 

“Guess it’s obvious who’s going to lose again, then.”

“Atsumu, you really suck at this game….”

Their laughs descend into groans of jealousy that recede as I leave them to it, heading to the kitchen to hear them speak about my performance, believe it. I feel my ego getting bigger with the satisfaction, and I end up humming a little as I pour some water, not taking notice of Atsumu until I see him lurking in the doorway, with a bemused grin on his face. He raises his eyebrow and looks at me inquisitively, my actions apparently suspect despite me just following his lead. I match his smile before shrugging, moving to sit at the dining table.

“Does watching me lose really give you that much pleasure?” Atsumu pulls himself away from the doorway to stand at my side, a hand on the table as he looks down on me, trapping me in an attempt to make me cave. With a sip, I turn to him smugly, with a more exaggerated sugary-sweet smile on my face, feigning innocence.

"What, I can't be happy about my darling boyfriend joining me for a drink in the kitchen?" I bat my eyelashes, knowing that his friends are fully convinced and out of earshot.

He lets out a chuckle as he assesses my smile critically with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Well, I didn’t say that you couldn’t be...” His hand comes up to brush away a piece of hair and I feel a slight stab of annoyance at the cliches he leans on. "...I'm happy to see you too."

After my hair is put in my proper place, he lets his fingers linger behind my ear, around the shell and caressing the lobe. It makes them turn red and I curse the fact that despite my competitiveness, I'm not used to this level of physical affection. I close my mouth in an attempt to hide my gape and he grins, his eyes flitting from mine to my ear as if all of me is in desperate need of attention. 

"I honestly didn't think you'd be able to handle it." He chuckles before dropping to the ground, kneeling beside my chair and my eyes widen in confusion considering there are plenty of empty seats around me, I even go so far as to hold my hands up in a shrug, looking around me with bewilderment, which he ignores. "You might be tougher than you look."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Now I test my luck by placing my head in my hand, tilting it lazily as I stare at him, matching his position where his head rests on two arms charmingly placed on the edge of the table. 

"...Well..." Atsumu clears his throat, seemingly thrown off by the way I'm matching his flirting, his eyes widening and the pupils growing darker as they accidentally examine my lips. I can't help but feel some sense of pride, knowing I've got this master of flirting tongue-tied, when I know he's got a million times more experience than me. The thought accidentally places...more explicit ones in my head and I feel my own eyes drifting down to his lips, subconsciously wondering what he's done with them before. "...I thought you were kind of innocent." He confesses and I almost want to let out a chuckle because couldn't be closer to the mark. Still, I don't want him to know about that.

"Maybe you don't know everything." I let out a little fake gasp of surprise as my lips curl. "Does that upset you, Atsumu?" I purr out his name as I make sympathetic eyes at him like he's a little kid who just realized Santa isn't real. Instead of aggravating him though, he lifts his chin in what might've started out as an act of defiance, but when he feels my breath brushing his lips, he lets out a shaky exhale.

"Yeah." He nods as his lashes lower, staring at me and making my heart race traitorously. "Yeah, it really does." I freeze at his tone and immediately raise my head and jerk it back to get further from that insanely shocking pull I was feeling towards him. Damn, he's good. 

"What's wrong?" Atsumu teases softly before taking the glass from my limp hand and swallowing some water slowly, making my eyes track his Adam's apple and then I scold myself for getting pulled into his game. A game he's entirely too good at. I scowl at him.

"Yuck."

A huge surge of pleasure runs through me as his whole face falls, his jaw dropping at my assessment of his flirting, and I can't help but chuckle at the look on his face. Still, the dissipation of tension makes me feel my weariness more wholly, more insistent. I'm guessing I don't hide it all that well because he shifts and straightens slightly, no longer crowding me. "You tired?" 

My eyes widen in surprise at his observation, but my expression quickly changes to one of nonchalance as I wave a hand dismissively. "Never been better."

“...I could clearly see you yawning a couple of times when we were all playing earlier.”

I take a glance at the clock and see that it's honestly getting a little late for someone who slept on the floor last night, although I won't admit that's a huge factor in my exhaustion. I yawn at the thought of yawning, and I look at him with a more relaxed expression, caught in the act.

"Okay, I'm a little tired."

He lets out a little chuckle, his own voice a little hoarse with all the talking and the night air. He approaches me to take the glass out of my hand softly, pulling his own swig, my brows furrowing with slight confusion, my lip jutting out for just a second, to his pleasure. "Time for bed." 

I agree internally, but I feel kind of bad about skipping out on my fake girlfriend duties, so I give Atsumu a concerned look. "You sure?"

"You that determined to spend time with me?" 

I start to protest, but the minute I open my mouth, I yawn, only further proving his point. A small smile comes on my face as I realize I'm caught but I don't hate the idea. I get up from my seat, swipe the empty glass from his grip and move to the sink, before slightly humming out a reply.

"Fine, but don't feel obligated to end your night early. Have fun with your friends." I smile at him, flicking him a small movement of my shoulder, before heading to the living room to tell the boys I'm turning in, to which I'm met with groans and protests but I just laugh and tell them Atsumu will keep them company in my place.

While the party continues down in the living room, I make my way slowly to our room. In my exhaustion, I decide against doing anything but change into more comfortable clothes, and before I know it, I've turned out the lights and slipped under the covers of the bed. It's so much more comfortable than the floor, that I tell myself I'll just take a short nap there and return to the floor before Atsumu returns, but this is all delirious dreaming as I quickly fall asleep.

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When I wake up in the morning to light shining through the cabin window, I realize I've been asleep for so long, I'm confused by where I am. The sound of the birds chirping is so nice, and uncharacteristically warm. I feel the bed underneath me, and I move my eyes slowly to take in my surroundings, to which I am met with a sleeping guy. I freeze in place, before realizing, I've got my own arms wrapped around his torso, in a small bed. Before I fully comprehend the situation, I let out a little yelp and use my hands to push this body off of me and consequentially the bed, fiercely, almost instinctually.

The other body groans softly as he opens his eyes, the look in his eyes a mixture of confusion, shock and drowsiness. "Huh?"

I sit up in bed, wrapping the blanket around me slightly in confusion, my body instinctually trying to hide as I panic, but my eyes seem to focus more to see that it's Atsumu, but that barely curves my confusion. I whisper my scold, my face twisted in fear and anger. "What were you doing?!"

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“...You okay?” Osamu’s calm yet concerned look makes him seem like he’s the actual older sibling between the two of them. A sentiment that a couple of hours ago had Atsumu crowding me in our small cabin bedroom. I put my hands up in self-defense, backing up slightly from his towering form. 

"The fuck?" Atsumu's brow furrowed as his pout became more and more prominent, only furthering my point as he emphasized his point with his hands, an argument in his head ensuing. "Why would you think that? I'm so much more mature than him." 

I couldn't help but let out a serious scoff as my eyes widen, my face jutting forward to see if he was joking. He was not, which only made his ears turn pink in embarrassment. Even just the memory of the small moment has a small smile twitching onto my lips at the childish reaction. But as Osamu sits down slowly on the towel next to me, I remember my anger for his twin and the stupid prank he just pulled.

I spare another quick side glance just to make sure it isn't Atsumu, considering they sound exactly the same. Seeing the grey in his hair and cataloguing the way it's moving through the breeze, I give a subtle nod of my head to comfort my nervous system. I take a deep sniff in through my nose, ignoring the lump in my throat by taking another swig of the beer in my hand, turning my head forward to hopefully escape Osamu's thoughtful gaze.

"I'm fine."

"Right, right. You’re fine. Like, 100% fine.” Osamu lets the words out almost like an afterthought, an exhale as he nods his head in false agreement, his hair flopping over his forehead in the wind. His sarcasm surprises me the smallest amount, which leads me to roll my eyes and shake my head in humorous disbelief at the uncanny resemblance.

"This part of you reminds me of your brother."

Osamu can't help but study my peripheral, wondering how even in the midst of an emotionally charged situation, I manage to remain amused. His eyes widen and linger as his brain focuses on me, until he realizes he should probably respond.

“...He acts like this with you a lot?”

I give an empty laugh, my face still turned from Osamu. I just respond quietly with the sparks of anger still fresh in my voice.

"He's a professional when it comes to annoying comebacks."

“Tell me about it.” Osamu almost snorts with how many times he's been pushed to the absolute brink of fury at Atsumu's insufferable attitude and unfortunately, his quick-witted responses. I suppress a smile forming at the corners of my lips, resulting in a quiet moment between us. Osamu's eyes land in between the towel or on my skin as he searches for a way to continue the conversation, but he doesn't seem nervous. In fact, Osamu seems very comfortable with silence, pressure to fill the space doesn't really occur in his orbit. I ponder this until I'm so comfortable, I worry about if I'll break down. If I allow any emotion to slip, I'm unsure if I'll cry or not, but if Osamu senses a change in me, he doesn't let it show.

I can't help but grow more curious with the minutes, so I finally chance a look towards him. My eyes widen as my heart begins to pound in surprise. Osamu's face was already fully turned toward me, and only now that I'm looking at him, his eyes can devour and analyze and pour over my features. The general energy he gives is relaxed, but I also feel uncomfortably interesting to him with the way his eyes seem to be cataloguing the thoughts and feelings I don't want to share. His expression is calm and gentle, unlike Atsumu's which had a mix of emotions coming from him earlier.

I feel my head twitch back to the front, eager to get away from his prying gaze, but my eyes move to Atsumu in the water. He's set on not paying attention to me either, playing around with the boys. His obvious enjoyment causes me to groan and lie down on my back, covering my eyes with my arms crossed, shielding the sun from my skin, already hot with impatience and frustration.

"He just pisses me off."

Osamu notices that my eyes snagged on Atsumu down in the water, a seemingly quick reprieve from looking at him.

I put one of my hands up in the air in front of my eyes, startling Osamu. "Like, why is he even angry? We're not even actually dating!" With the waves and shouts from the boys and the family, I'm able to speak regularly without worrying that someone might catch out our scheme.

“Well….” It was clear to him that you and Atsumu may not have actually been dating, but Osamu had seen just how his older brother acted firsthand. It certainly had some tension floating in the atmosphere between the two of us.

“...It’s almost as if you’re both dating already.”

I let out another empty laugh at that as I inspect my outstretched hand towards the sky.

"I get that he wants it to be totally believable, but he takes things too far sometimes." I let out a huff of frustration.

“It kind of seems like this whole thing has gotten a bit too out of hand.” Osamu lets out a soft chuckle, but he can't help but turn away, taken off-guard by his own reaction. Why is he acting like he cares? 

I chew on my lip a little at hearing someone else say what I've been thinking. I'm not sure why it creates a pit in my stomach to hear that about the situation I've been in for only a couple of days. Maybe I feel this annoyed and defeated because it proves that I couldn't do this, that it's somehow a failing on my part. I mumble out in annoyance as I relax my hands on the bare skin exposed at my waist.

"He's the one who started the damn joke too..." I grow frustrated once more at the reminder of him ignoring my wishes to stay out of the water.

“…But that’s not the actual problem though, right?”

I turn slightly to look at Osamu, my eyes scrunching in agitation but also confusion.

"What does that mean?" Suspicious apprehension creeps into my voice, no longer certain he's on my side.

“...I’m saying, that despite the fact that Atsumu made the joke first, that’s not the root of the problem anymore. It seems more like there’s something else going on.”

I tilt my head in confusion as I furrow my eyebrows, trying to decipher what he's trying to say to me through the look in his eyes.

Atsumu turns his attention from the boys to his brother and me on the shore. As much as he's trying to appear unbothered, this whole situation has pissed him off and also made him just generally upset. His attention is turned when one of his friends makes a distasteful joke.

"Ooh, Atsumu, if you don't go apologize, your brother is going to steal your girl." The other guys laugh in unison at the joke at his expense. Atsumu can't help but feel his hand start to clench, trying to tape it down by giving a strained chuckle to his friends.

"Fuck off." Atsumu shoves at one of them, but when he glances back over to us by the coolers, his jaw twitches with how intensely Osamu and I are staring at each other. And that's when his self-control wears thin.

As I wonder how to squeeze more information out of Osamu, I notice that Atsumu has started to march up the shore towards us, which only has me nervous, so I lie down again and cover my eyes with my hands in exasperation.

“...Yeah, I think we should maybe stop with this conversation for now.” Osamu warns with a soft tone of voice, his eyes flicking up to look at Atsumu's approach through his lashes. Osamu’s soft tone changes the moment that his older brother’s figure gets closer, a neutral look on his face. "Hey, Atsu.”

Atsumu doesn't bother to respond right away, his eyes burning a hole into my covered face, as I pretend not to feel his glare. The shunning only makes his jaw clench more before looking at his brother with a determined and slightly agitated expression. "What's wrong with her?" 

Atsumu's question to Osamu comes out in a pretty harsh tone of voice, and I know that he's being obnoxious on purpose. I'm about to snark at him before I remember that Atsumu isn't aware that his brother knows about our dating ruse. I peek out between my fingers to look at Osamu who is looking at me for redirection. I just give him a slight nod, to basically approve him leaving us alone, not wanting him to get caught up in our fire, and not interested in losing what seems to be my only ally this week. Osamu gives me a soft, resolute nod, as if he understands exactly what I can't say. I almost smile at the idea.

Osamu gives Atsumu a small reassuring shrug. “Alright then...I’ll get going. But just make sure you keep an eye on your girl, alright?”

Atsumu replies with a short and dismissive response that only comprises of an exhale and what I guess is a biting expression. I'm only able to guess because my eyes are still covered, the only sense I have of the situation is the sound of heavy footsteps sinking into the sand and receding quickly.

“What the hell was that all about?”

I don't bother sitting up as I just continue to lie back with my hands covering my eyes, not dignifying his attitude with my undivided attention. "I thought you would have an idea, considering you were the one with him last before he came over here." Spite accompanies the bitterness in my tone.

"So what did you bitch about this time?" 

I sit up so fast at his decidedly disgusting tone, so I decide to glare back as I rest on my propped up elbows.

"Wow, I thought you were coming over here to apologize, but I guess that was wishful thinking."

“Why the hell would I apologize to you?”

"Huh, I don't know, maybe because you took off my shirt without my permission in front of all your friends? Or maybe getting this angry over a stupid joke."

“So you’re seriously upset about the shirt thing now?”

Atsumu lets out a chuckle of frustration as he shakes his head in disbelief, a humorless smile on his face, like this conversation is making him go crazy. He runs a hand through his wet hair and I make a conscious effort not to stare at the muscles across his stomach glistening with the combination of water and sunlight. I squint my eyes to remain focused on his face twisted in irritation.

“I assumed you'd be able to take a joke like a normal person would. Instead you had to go and whine about it to Osamu.”

I let out a little empty laugh before raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize your brother was the be-all end of your life. I won't talk to him anymore about how you're anything less than the perfect boyfriend." My voice drips with venomous sarcasm as I roll my eyes.

“Oh, come off it, it's not just about him. It's about you making me look stupid in front of my friends.”

I let out another chuckle before mumbling under my breath.

"You're doing a perfectly fine job by yourself."

“What the hell did you just say?” Atsumu’s body stiffening indicates his growing impatience and he continues on with a gritty reply, something seeping into his voice that I can't recognize. “Stop acting like you're better than me.”

"My apologies, Your Majesty."

Atsumu's hackles only rise at my deadpan response, looking down at my nails as if I'm bored with his emotional outburst.

“Shut up.”

I make a motion to zip my lips and flick the key out of my hand, an annoyed yet nonchalant expression on my face, issuing a challenge without words.

What in the kindergarten...? Atsumu has to fight to let out an internal laugh at my schoolyard taunt and try to regather his ire as he frowns at me.

“Do you even take anything seriously?”

I give a half-hearted shrug before gesturing towards my zipped lips, unable to respond.

“Jesus Christ, how are you this stubborn? What are you going to do next, double-dog dare me to eat sand?”

Atsumu can't help that his retort goes from disgusted to bemused with a softening of his face, before folding his arms with a smirk, clinging to a semblance of control. I roll my eyes at him laughing at his own joke, but I take advantage of his distracted state to tug at his ankles, forcing him to lose balance and land on the towel, his ass sending up some sand particles to which I turn my face and close my eyes, bursting out laughing as I hear his sputter to get the grainy substance out of his mouth.

"Oh, you're just asking for it now."  The light giggle that escaped his lips makes it obvious that his frustration hasn’t set in all the way just yet. My face is turning red from trying to keep my lips sealed and avoid more laughs of delight, but I'm grinning from ear-to-ear as my shoulders shake in laughter. Atsumu's in a similar boat, his eyes dancing with light amusement. While I could see that he was trying to remain angry with a frown and the slightly pointed tone of voice, I suspected the tightness in his jaw was now attributed to a form of self-control. 

“How do you manage to be equally infuriating with your mouth closed?” Atsumu replies back to the suppressed giggles with a light snort, leaning back against his hands, getting comfortable on the towel while trying to conjure up an annoyed glare. In the delight of seeing him fall and react to my taunts, I've started to lean quite a bit towards him, enjoying his expressions in 4K. I give a half-hearted shrug to his insult, knowing he's just trying to find an angle to upset me again, like that would somehow put us on equal ground. Atsumu lets out another frustrated huff, as if he was about to find his own way of teasing me right back, but lost his nerve or wit halfway through looking at my eyes shining with mirth. I just smile a toothy grin, using a wet hand to brush some hair behind my ears, not wanting any obstructions to the front-row view of his emotions.

“That smile of yours really pisses me off, you know that right?” He stares at the large grin that I'm sporting and crosses his arms with a narrowed gaze set on my lips, causing me to back up a little with a small giggle, feeling a little too close for comfort now. Atsumu lets out an annoyed sigh the moment I back away, as if I was taking away a fun part of the moment.

“...Whatever then.”

The volleyball player says with a slight pout on his face, before he lays back down on the towel and stares back up at the sky, but doesn’t say anything else. I turn to look at him, the silence created by my zipped lips in an effort to annoy him gives an opportunity to observe him more carefully. I sink slowly back down to the towel as well until I'm lying down beside him, mirroring him except for the pout on his handsome face, his gaze still focused on the warm blue sky. However that look slowly started to shift as he noticed my attention, the way my eyes were hungry for the changing seasons in his face. He slowly turns his head to the side to catch me staring at him, now curious as to what I'm staring at exactly. My eyes widen slightly from being observed right back, my energy mirrored back to me.

“...What?”

Atsumu mutters out the first word that come to mind when he notices my stare, brown eyes into brown eyes. His tone loses all bite as he stares back, not moving his eyes away from mine, and in turn making it clear that his curiosity was also piqued. I sit up quickly which catches his attention, desperate to get away from the tension of the moment. Unfortunately, that results in the idea of a bit as I point to my lips, indicating my limited speech. I make a dramatic gesture by putting a hand to my forehead like a damsel in distress. Atsumu lets out a light chuckle upon seeing the dramatic gesture.

“No way.” His eyes glint with excitement as he realizes my dedication to a show, looking almost like a kid with a magician showing up to their birthday party. I make a motion to look down at the towel we're lying on, patting my hands around to feign a search for the key, but bringing my hands up to my shoulders as I shrug sadly.

"Wait, wait, wait...do you need me...to help you find it?" He grins and my eyes catch on his canines, sharper than I thought they would be. I try to calm the beat in my ears as I turn back up to look into his face, anticipating my game. I make a pleading face with my hands clasped earnestly in front of me, as if he is the last hope I have for being able to speak again in this lifetime. I can tell from his reaction that he's more than ready to go along with the act.

“Oh...oh my. It seems as though the damsel is in serious need of her knight, is that correct?”

Atsumu asks this in a teasing manner, while smiling lightly back at me, almost eliciting a blush on my face. Almost. I feel my lips stretch into a grin as he plays along with the silly bit, and I fake a curtsy as much as one can while kneeling on a beach towel. 

“It seems as though the damsel is most appreciative of the knight coming to her rescue. How touching.”

Atsumu says this in a sympathetic tone of voice that just makes the whole thing even funnier, as he tries not to burst out laughing right now.

"Could it be...oh no. It couldn’t be...It seems as though the villain took the key away from her, and she won’t be able to find it ever again. How tragic.”

I look at Atsumu with a look of pure fear and concern as I place my hands on his arm and shake my head, a desperate plea to not have my knight ignore my plight. Atsumu looks at my hands for a few moments, then back up to my eyes with a skeptical face, as if he’s assessing just how seriously I'm taking this whole role playing thing. I don't intend to let him down.

“Fear not, damsel, for the knight shall not ignore the damsel in a moment where she’s clearly in serious distress.”

Atsumu plays along with your worried and frantic gestures with another teasing smile, exaggeratedly puffing out his chest, which I beg my eyes not to linger on. I clasp my hands together and place it against my cheek as my face sinks into a grateful and dreamy look. My fake boyfriend pretending to be my fake knight. Atsumu can't help but flirt, it's too tied to his nature.

“Am I really that attractive to the damsel, for her to look at me that way?”

At this, I unclasp my hands as I stare at him intensely, my eyes grabbing at a 'don't push it' expression. I cross my arms and look at my knight impatiently as I motion to find the key to unlock my lips. Atsumu lets out a small chuckle and he rolls his eyes at my demands, then gasping in surprise as he puts his hand to the towel.

"Wait...could this be...?" 

My eyes gleam with surprise and joy at the finding of the key that will unlock the curse upon mine lips. I clasp my own hands around Atsumu's, the one where he mimes holding an invisible key. I look at him pleadingly, the sweetest look I can muster on my face in the middle of this silly joke.

"Would the fairest maiden in the land allow me the honor...?"

Atsumu leans forward with a slight breathiness in his voice that I usually would find ridiculous, but I think we might have gone too far off the deep-end of ridiculous to get a true grasp on it now. As Atsumu makes a motion to unlock my lips, I bounce in giddiness at being able to speak again and be freed from my silent prison, so I close my eyes gently as I lean forward to bring my lips closer to the hands holding the invisible key. Only after I've shut off my sense of sight do I realize this might be...embarrassing for a different reason. Before I can really evaluate the new thought, I feel a large calloused hand against my jaw, tracing the line. My body tingles with anticipation and I'm surprised to find I'm not sure I hate it. Atsumu's face heats when he sees my eyes flutter at his touch, and he swallows, his thumb following the urge to brush against my cheekbone. Jesus Christ. The reaction is jarring enough that part of him wants to hurry and finish this game, and another part doesn't want it to end. The hand under my chin tugs gently reposition my lips, but the feeling of his gentle fingers against my face has me suddenly feeling butterflies, and I am startled by how this situation might look to anyone else. I feel heat rise up my throat and meet his warm hands until I can't tell where it's coming from. The volleyball player decides to torture me a little bit more by getting distracted by the sound of splashing coming from his teammates' down in the water. A couple of whistles could be heard if I could get the heartbeat in my ears to quiet even the smallest amount. He stays silent for a few moments, then with what seems to be much less teasing and sarcasm, he leans in close, his voice deep with some emotion neither of us want to name. 

“...Just to let you know, it looks like we're kissing right now.”

My eyes bolt open from being brought back into reality, my face jolting backwards at the immediate realization of his proximity. Unfortunately, instinctually, I feel as if I'm falling and grab at his muscled shoulders in an effort to not fall. Consequentially, he ends up kind of on top of me, his hands bracing himself on either side of my face, his own eyes wide with surprise, his damp hair drifting softly over his features. If it didn't look like we were kissing before, it definitely looked like it now. The volleyball player stays silent as he just looks down at me from where he’s leaning over, like if he studies my features enough, in the shadow of his body, the answers will reveal themselves as to how we ended up like this. This silence of his continues for a few moments, as he just keeps his gaze set, and he waits for me to speak first. After a few moments of processing what's just happened and my heart beat starts to slow, I can't help but feel my lips twitch with my decision on how to move forward. I just point at my lips and gesture that they have not been unlocked yet, a smile on my lips from how goofy this situation is turning out to be. Atsumu chuckles quietly, his brow furrowed slightly as if he can't believe I'm still continuing with it after being in such a compromised position.

"Oh, it's like that, huh?" His eyes somehow seem to get heavy-lidded, and my breathing speeds up once again at the look on his face. It should be illegal to be this sexy. Suddenly though, as his eyes drop to my lips and his fingers move to brush against my cheek, I panic. I overthink the sentence, my breathing shallow as I start to debate whether I communicated clearly enough. Does he know I mean to unzip my lips? Not like...? I squeeze my eyes tightly, unable to fathom a different interpretation, praying that he somehow understands and doesn't opt for the other possibility. After a couple of seconds, I feel Atsumu's finger trace my bottom lip gently and I open my eyes quickly, enough to startle him as I take an exaggerated breath, to show that my lips have been unlocked, my lips slightly parted. In a moment of pure tension, confusion and also just goofiness, I squeak out, my voice cracking a little from a dry underutilized throat.

"I'm free..." I say it as if it's a big reveal, but it's obvious I'm not confident anymore with the low volume of the statement. My eyes flit between both of his, looking for some type of reaction, my own clarity muddled by the feeling floating around in my chest. The moment he hears my voice crack a bit, his eyes widen in surprise by how shy my voice was, something he hadn't exactly heard before from me. Atsumu swallows and my eyes can't help but watch his Adam's apple's movements.

“...Yep.” He clears his throat quietly, as he distances his face, as if he’s also been caught off guard by the situation. I clear my throat a little and regret it, wondering if it looks like I'm copying him. I sit up a little, making him move slightly over so he's no longer towering over me and I'm not on my back, but I can't meet his gaze regardless, from the awkwardness of the last couple seconds. “Don't look now but...”

I turn to look at Atsumu's slightly sheepish expression flicking between me and the water. I look out of the corner of my eye to see the boys in the water, whistling and hollering at us from far away, which only keeps my face perpetually red. The embarrassment is thick in my voice, but the small giggle that escapes me is genuine. I look down at my lap with my sweaty palms resting against it, letting my hair fall slightly to hopefully obscure my face. 

"It can't hurt to have them believe that we..." I gulp, unable to vocalize what we seemed like we were doing the last couple of minutes. "...we're dating, after all?" I give him a little half-hearted shrug. Atsumu just gives the boys in the water a quick glance, as they cheer from the distance, clearly oblivious to the awkward situation that the duo are currently in. Atsumu nods once after reassessing the reactions and coming to a decision.

“...Yeah, I don’t think it could hurt. In fact, it probably would make it a bit easier on us, rather than having to deal with the constant questions.”

I give a shy nod, averting my gaze again, before looking back up at Atsumu, whose focus is on the guys, and he's waving them off, playfully scolding them. I see his easygoing smile and the sharpness of his jawline, making me feel hot again. I look back down at my lap and gather some courage, my own decisions playing in my mind. I take a deep breath before beginning quietly.

"Look, I don't want to fight about earlier. It was just unexpected..." I give a little pout. "I would really appreciate a warning next time."

Atsumu's focus immediately returns to my face, intent on reaching an understanding. I'm shocked by the seriousness on his face and I almost flinch at the discovery.

“...I’ll make sure to give you a warning the next time I decide to pull a sudden prank like that.”

I smile at that, feeling the breaths in my chest start to allow myself to relax. I stretch and make a vocalization as I do so, acting as though I'm totally fine now. I turn to Atsumu with a smile, eyes closed as I say joyfully.

"My knight in shining armor!" An apology and a thank you within a small insignificant phrase.

Atsumu gives a quick little laugh. When I close my eyes, he takes a second to look, intrigued by the range of emotions I display in so little time. The desire to draw more out of me surprises him.

“My damsel in distress.” The volleyball player says with a teasing smile on his lips, as he imitates what I just said, hoping that the more obvious he can make our arrangement, the faster these feelings will fade. “Until the end of the week.”

At this, I open my eyes with a determined, slightly mischievous grin on my face as I hold my hand out to shake.

"For the sake of appearances." I say for confirmation, reminding us of our agreement, clear and concise. He shakes my hand strongly, because even if his body seems to want to play with fantasies, he's hoping to shake some sense into himself. Since his brain does remember the agreement after all.

“...Right, only for the sake of appearances.”

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"Now don't get too handsy!" Bokutou calls out before Hinata starts giggling and jumping, trying to get a head start. "That's how everyone dies in the movies!" 

I roll my eyes, comfortable with the idea that now that Atsumu and I have 'fought', we can get on each other's nerves now. It's definitely couple behavior to be embarrassed and nervous and angry. I look back down at the list of items to 'scavenge' marked with a mystery prize at the end. The handwriting is so god-awful it could probably be anyone's creation besides Osamu or Wakatoshi. As I hold it up to study the items one more time before jogging off, I feel a strong hand press fabric on my head, I look up to see my 'boyfriend' come around to give me a good look in now what I assume is a dorky sun hat, seeing as I can feel the string to adjust tickling my ears. I move my hand to swipe it off, glaring at him, but his fingers gently untangle the cord just to pull me closer, making sure the hat doesn't fall off, his hand under my now secured chin. Atsumu's mouth easily brightens and I can't help but sigh in exasperation, because somehow being humiliated is a small price to pay to put that on his face. "Cute." 

"You say that a lot." Atsumu takes a small breath before giving me a small smug smile and a teasing look before taking my hand. I want to protest slightly because I haven't gotten a good look at the items we need to find on our hike, but he distracts me again by squeezing my hand gently as we head up the same hiking trail the others ran down.

"Don’t you think that you’re being a little too clingy towards me?” He looks at me with a pouty face, but my discerning glance is looking ahead and behind us, no one seems to be around. 

"Is there such a thing as being too clingy with my girlfriend?" He asks loud and genuine, which leads me to glance around, albeit no one is nearby. 

“...I guess not…”

Atsumu lets out an easy chuckle, which has no right to sound so charming. "You can calm down, they're all chasing squirrels by now." 

"My bad." I say it while looking out at the guys who have already gone far up the trail and their voices are becoming quieter as we take a leisurely hike instead. We walk in some silence before we take a different path away from the guys in an effort to find some of the items on the scavenger hunt list without being spotted by the others. It's kind of a weird awkward atmosphere between us, but neither of us knows how to address it. I feel my occupied hands sweat, dampening the map and probably this boy's hand. I stop in the middle of the trail to release it and shake out my hand, wiping it on my pants as I mumble out a sorry and my face flushes.

"Dude, I'm not going to like...jump you or anything." Atsumu chuckles easily, obviously not really upset by my attitude but confused. "You act like you've never held a hand before in your 20 years of life." 

I'm shocked that he knows my age for some reason, since we rarely ever saw each other campus, despite a couple of times I had club business in the gym, but he knows my age? Still, the shock is replaced by crippling embarrassment as I try to laugh off the comment, play down the accuracy of the statement. However, when I look at the profile of his face, the serenity of it, the mark of amusement from teasing me, some part of me feels like we might be close enough that I could divulge the information and I wouldn't burst into flames. I take a deep breath and decide to take the chance anyway. 

"Uh, sorry, I guess I just don't know how to act like a real girlfriend." I whisper the last part just in case someone is around to hear us talking, wanting to limit the amount of humiliation I'll have to endure at a massive playboy's assessment. That comment surprises Atsumu a little bit as he raises an eyebrow for a quick second.

“You don’t know how to act like a real girlfriend? ...What do you mean by that?”

"Like, I don't know how girlfriends act in relationships?" I say with a confused look on my face, thinking my statement was pretty clear. Atsumu just stares in silence for a few seconds, even going so far as to slowly stop our tread. A part of me wonders if he's drawing this out just to make me curl up and die, but then his face transform as he puts two and two together.

"WHAT?" I expected some kind of reaction, but I wasn't expecting a question that echoes into woods and sends the poor birds flying, my hands raising to my ears in surprise. As I put them down, I still hear the faint echo and I hear the loud faint cackling of his teammates. After scanning the trees as they shake from the bird's departure and wind, I turn back with a heavy sigh to glare at Atsumu, but I'm surprised to see he hasn't moved, his big brown eyes wide and piercing. I would think he'd be embarrassed by the outburst, but he almost seems to double down, with his posture indicating this is a topic he wants to be fully engaged in. My back stiffens and my shoulders creep up to my ears as I whisper out, desperate to get the volume back to average.

"What?" I hiss the word back to him. Atsumu has the most baffled look I've ever seen, his eyes scanning me as if to assess if I'm lying or not. Then he just straight up asks. I look at him confused. "Why would I lie about something like that? It's kind of embarrassing." I put a hand to the back of my head, rubbing it slightly with an attempt to get the attention off me. His curious and puzzled expression slowly starts to switch into something like disbelief and determination. I tilt my head slightly as he straightens, his body relaxing slightly with coming to terms with my experience, but my own body starts to tense up as his inky eyes sweep over my figure. I'd think he was trying to tease me, but for some reason the tingles along my skin don't seem to agree. Atsumu says the next words so clearly, deliberately, slowly, I can't help but feel my lungs tighten.

"What a fucking waste."

After a brief moment of silence, I laugh an empty laugh. I just turn to resume walking up the trail, hoping he decides we can make this casual conversation versus the intervention he seems to be planning in his mind.

"Please, you said it yourself that I'm not even that cute, and you never miss an opportunity to talk about what a pain in the ass I am." I let out another genuine laugh as I sigh afterwards, tucking my hair behind my ear. "I'm sure other guys just observed the same things you did."

Atsumu's body seems to jolt backwards with my explanation, before running around to stop me in the path, arms held out to the side like I'm a dog running from a bath. I give him a quizzical look, my hand still paused behind my ear at his swiftness.

“Wait, wait, wait, do you believe that? Did you really believe that I meant that?”

I give a half-hearted shrug with a smile on my face. He's acting kind of funny. "Well, it's not like you're wrong. I am all of those things, I don't mind." I chuckle a little to let him know I'm serious not trying to make this an issue. "I just never expected to be chosen as a girlfriend, real or not, so sorry if I'm not up to standard, officer." I can't help but mutter out some laughter at my own joke from the first day.

When I look back up, I see a stricken face, handsome but stricken nonetheless, and I almost cringe with the concern warping it. "Seriously, I'm fine! It doesn't really matter either way, you don't have to cheer me up." I start to walk past him and I give him a pat on the arm to let him know I'm fine. "I just feel bad you weren't able to pick someone who had more expertise than me."

"...That’s the thing though, I didn’t choose you just because there wasn't anyone else, I chose you because-"

Atsumu stops before he could continue with what he had intended to say. He just clenches his lips shut and his eyebrows narrow slightly. I've already moved quite a bit ahead, lost in my own thoughts so I don't hear him or his maybe confession. I point in the direction of something that looks like it could fit the criteria of our scavenger hunt with a smile on my face, a pine cone that looks like the captain. He lets whatever he was going to say flow out with the wind as he gives me a playful chiding look, already debating me as to the accuracy. I laugh as I tease him, holding the evidence up to his face. "It's uncanny!" 

His smile widens but he starts to tickle my sides so I drop the pine cone, a gasp escaping as I lose my chance at victory and I bemoan the loss, shoving at him playfully before he chases me up the path, our conversations and confessions being whispered away on the wind.

"No because who drew this?" Atsumu is currently scowling and holding every map which way, sans a compass or key. I've already studied it front and back for the last few hours as we lost the path and the voices gradually, something we didn't notice with how much fun we were having. Now, we were tired, dirty and the sun was setting. Atsumu's phone died years ago since he doesn't believe in having a battery above 20 percent apparently, and mine is an older model with shitty reception. We still tried anyway, but Mr. Popular has an even shittier memory, not even knowing his twin's phone number.

"Who would you even call to bail you out?" I yelled at him in exasperation 30 minutes ago, back when I had the energy to argue.

"I would just seduce the guard and persuade them to let me out." I glared at him but I had to keep my laughter in as I raised a brow as he shrugged.

I moaned with exasperation and exhaustion as I perch myself on a rock close to the ground, burying my head in my arms as I cross them and mutter out as Atsumu turns around in circles, head bobbing like he thinks acting like a bird will give him a sense of direction. My ears perk up slightly as I notice something.

"I swear I'm forcing Bokutou into finishing school-"

"Shh!" I hold my hands out as my eyes shift, trying to listen harder. Atsumu starts to let out an offended scoff when he starts to hear it too. Water. We both make eye contact and make the unanimous silent decision to rush after the sound to stumble upon a creek, which widens and I pray that it leads to a clearing. I look up at Atsumu with a weary smile, my eyes still bright from the discovery and his slowly widen as his smile falls, immersed in the view. I'm unaware of his attention as he looks at me turn and start to walk with the direction of the creek, adjusting the large backpack against my shoulders as I call out to him behind me.

"Let's get walking, hopefully we can reach some kind of landmark before the light's gone." 

Atsumu blinks rapidly as he brings himself back to the situation, jogging easily to catch up with my receding figure. "I could carry that." For some reason, he feels his face flush. Must be the exertion or the sun. "...If you want." He mutters under his breath, reaching a nervous hand out towards one of my backpack straps. He jumps as I turn suddenly to him, my eyes equally excited and relieved. 

"Really?" Before he can change his mind, I've pulled off the pack and placed the straps haphazardly in his hands. Atsumu grunts and stumbles slightly with the new and unequally distributed weight.

"Jesus Christ, what did you pack, a dead body?" 

"Unfortunately, your body is the only one I want." I'm unaware of the implication as I laugh at my own joke, but Atsumu's ears turn pink and he clears his throat, shaking his head to rid himself of the innuendo he's running with in his mind. The weight isn't anything he can't handle once he gets it on his back. "No, if it comes down to it, I packed a tent and supplies in case I was going to die out here." 

Atsumu blinks in surprise at my preparation, his heart pumping as he looks up to the sky to observe the orange sun dwindling on the horizon. He swallows, unsure if he wants it to "come down to it." Luckily, I'm still on a mission, a few paces a head of him as I walk with a flashlight I retrieved from the backpack lighting our feet to avoid rocks. 

“...Can I ask you a question?”

"No." 

“So, when we were talking earlier, you said you had no dating experience..." I nod tired, seemingly unbothered by the direction of the conversation, which only encourages him to continue. "Why?" 

Atsumu expects me to brush off the question with another joke, so he's surprised at my silence, the only sound our feet continuing the path. 

"I think I've just always had a strong personality, hasn't always been everyone's cup of tea." I shrug gently, not holding any resentment behind the words.

Atsumu can’t help but chuckle at the answer. "You know what? I can see that.” He teases me before I give him a playful glare over my shoulder, refocusing on our trail quickly. He starts to speak quickly, like he wants to be clear about what he means. "I mean like, you're kind of intimidating. I don't know, I like it." He shrugs casually, wondering how much those words might've cost him.

I laugh a little, my eyes are finally pulled out of their mission to look at the blonde in my company, a touched smile on my face as I stop to touch his arm gently, tilting my head in an intimate way as I sigh dreamily. Atsumu's heart speeds up as he freezes at the sudden proximity.

"Thanks, buddy. That means a lot coming from someone with such a shit personality." I nod more casually before turning my caress into a friendly pat, walking ahead. He groans playfully as he splays a hand on his heart as if I punctured it, before jogging to catch up to me, deciding to walk beside me now, closer to the creek so I won't fall in. His head tilts in pride at his own chivalrous gesture.

“Hey! Now that's just mean.”

I shrug before saying playfully. "You know, maybe I just haven't been able to get in a relationship because I'm mean."

“…You know, you might not be wrong-" Before he can finish his quip, I've shoved an arm out to push him into the shallow but rushing creek. Atsumu's jaw has dropped as his pants get soaked in the water, the water having splashed all over his hair and torso, while I laugh hysterically, wiping at my eyes. 

"Holy shit, oh my god, I didn't know you would...fall...I'm...so-" I can barely speak between the shudders of laughter going through my body, placing my hands on my knees as they grow weak. Atsumu wants to be angry but part of him can't help but be titillated by my reaction as he brings a hand to a slimy rock to help assist him up, since I obviously was in no state to do so. 

"You're evil." But the laughing coming from him doesn’t stop at all, his tone more amused than accusing. I start laughing harder, holding a hand to my stomach as I try to speak in between my fits.

"I'm so sorry...I thought...you were...strong-" Before I can finish the sentence, I feel his wet hand place itself over my twisted mouth, his long legs carrying him to me faster than I was observing. That's when I notice the sun is almost entirely set, and I feel a shiver run down my spine as I look up at the shadows playing on his mirth-filled face, droplets running down his jaw.

“You'd better not finish that sentence." Atsumu scolds me lowly with a grin on his face, and I feel my heart beat quicker at his closeness. He slowly allows his hand to move away from my mouth, but instead of falling back to his side, it ends up on my wrist, a light squeeze that sends another tingle up my spine. "You know, I think you should put yourself in my horribly wet shoes..." He purrs it out as his body gently guides us to switch positions and I'm so enamored, I don't realize until the end of the sentence what he's insinuating. He puts a leg in between mine, forcing me to take a step back towards the creek. As I feel myself tilt back and lose my balance, I quickly use my hands to grab at his arms to stop myself from falling, pulling myself closer, which only leads to a satisfied smirk on his face as he continues to whisper quietly, the darkness almost demanding it. "Not so funny anymore, huh?"

I feel my breathing get slower as my heart rate starts to slow down, and I start to relax from laughing so hard and I look up, my hands still on his forearms, my eyes bright from some heated emotion. "You wouldn't." As I speak, I can see Atsumu's attention locked onto my face, except the dark conceals where his eyes are focused, leading me to swallow in nervous anticipation. 

"How sure are you about that?" I would believe he's just teasing me, but as a cloud reveals the moon's light, his gaze is deeply set on mine. His breathing is obvious enough that I wonder how much of his dark brown eyes are pupil at the moment. Still, the realization that the moon is in the sky gives me a reason to save myself from this obscure conversation.

"...D-Do you think we should...?" Atsumu lets go of me, allowing me to step further away from certain doom. Well, I wonder if this situation is exactly safe as I watch his damp hair be brushed back by his veined hand.

"...Yeah, probably." He nods as we start to make for a flatter piece of land, further from the creek and surrounded by some trees. As he silently starts pulling the tent from my large backpack and I pretend to study the useless map, we both end up thinking the exact same thing. 

Fuck.

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I take some comfort in the idea that I could watch Atsumu set up a tent expertly and quietly before sleeping in it. Are we seriously going to sleep together in the same tent, the one sleeping bag I brought? You can scold me all you want but I meant it when I said if I was going to die, not if me and my fake boyfriend we're going to die. I'm busy chewing on my fingernails as I debate with invisible forces in my head, trying to get out of the situation when Atsumu clears his throat and my gaze moves up to see his proud grin, hands folded behind his back. 

"Wanna see?" He grins and it makes my heart twinge at his childish delight at getting my praise. I can't help but mirror his mouth as I roll my eyes and gesture forward for him to give me the big reveal I'm sure he was planning on. He doesn't disappoint as he moves to the side to reveal the very normal, very well-put together tent, hands out in front of him as he exclaims. "Ta-da!" I nod sincerely, but he can sense me humoring him as I try to suppress an amused smirk. 

"Very nice. Wow! This is all you?" I start to giggle as I get carried away with selling it and his eyes narrow at me, before looking between the structure and me. He waves a dismissive hand toward me.

"Well, you're sleeping outside." Atsumu says it with finality and I can't help but laugh as I pull at his shirt as he attempts to crouch enough to enter the tent by himself. 

"Wait, no-" As I feel the dampness of his shirt, I start to feel bad about pushing him into the creek. It may be summer, but without the sun beating down on us, I can tell the chill would be super uncomfortable, especially in sleep. Atsumu senses my hesitation halfway through the entrance flap and his head emerges, the top of the flap messing up his hair. 

"I was just playing..." His voice trails off as he sees my gaze linger on his chest, his body's outline more pronounced with the wet fabric. 

"You're wet." My voice comes out as a croak, my finger a little limp as I try to explain my point, but my brain must be fried from being in the sun all day. Atsumu lets out a little laugh, pulling at the fabric to air it out almost, but without the heat, it would be impossible to dry on him.

"Yeah, whose fault is that?" Atsumu's thick eyebrow twitches up to tease me, but then it occurs to him that I might not want to sleep with a wet dog of a man. He runs a hand through his hair, not wanting to miss out on the opportunity, but also not wanting me to be uncomfortable. He lets out a little sound of unease from deep in his throat, and I jolt from the sound. "Oh...shit." After a few moments of horribly unproductive thinking from both our parts, he shrugs. "I could take it off?" 

I must have immediately grimaced because he scoffs and throws his arms out. "Oh, come on, you saw me at the beach!" 

"Yeah! But we weren't...gonna sleep..." My voice raises in pitch as I squeak out my protests. Atsumu seems to muss up his own hair as if he can rub a better plan into his brain. 

"Normally, I wouldn't mind but..." He gives me the most pleading look I've seen, accompanied by the sound of my name like a prayer on his lips, the puppy resemblance too similar to resist. "I'm so fucking tired." 

I bite my lip as I review my options, but I let out a sigh. "Fine. I'll just...sleep..." I wave a hand in the tent, on the side without a sleeping bag, which apparently was not the compromise Atsumu wanted because he whines. I'm about to counter whatever he thinks he can come up with to argue, but he's pulled his shirt off so swiftly, my eyes land unexpectedly on his rippling abdomen, obscenely accompanying his pouty bottom lip. 

"Oh, please, please, please say you aren't continuing this bullshit in the damn woods." Tonight he's started a habit of using my name at the end of every sentence, like it's a spell to get me to do whatever he wants. I'm only slightly concerned that it's working. 

"It's not bullshit! I'm..." I let out a huff as I try to find words to explain, holding my hands up like the answer rests in the palm of my hands.

"A pure and untouched maiden?" 

I look down at him still sitting in front of the tent's entry point, my glare exasperated as I throw my hands up at his deliberate misconstruction. Atsumu suppresses his chuckle at his own joke in an attempt to sound serious.

"No! No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just meant..." He holds his hands up in innocence as he tries to negotiate with my impatience. "I'm not going to do anything. I'll keep it super professional. Scout's honor." Atsumu holds up three fingers and the other to his bare chest. To avoid the unsafe region of his pectorals, I look accusingly at the fingers that I feel have been many places that would not be endorsed by the Boy Scouts of America. I guess it's fine as long as they're not in me. 

Still, I look at him skeptically even as he tries to give a neutral expression. I give up, throwing my hands up as his grin widens and he rises to his feet before I voice my defeat. "Fine. As long as there's no funny busi-" My condition gets choked up in my throat as I see him reach the waist line of his dark cargo pants, button and zip coming undone so swiftly I yelp and cover my eyes. "What?! W-What are you-" I'm a blubbering mess as I peek between my fingers then recover them as his pants continue their path down his legs, revealing his boxers. 

"My pants are soaked through, there's no way I'm wearing them." Atsumu doesn't seem to be entertaining any other option now that he had me agree to sleep in the same bag as him. I let out a little whimper of a protest, my ears listening to his rustling fabric rather than risk looking at him.

"Next thing you're going to say is your underwear is too." 

"Well, they are-" 

"Atsumu!" I make the mistake of uncovering my face to glare and I get an eyeful of his thick thighs, my trembling hands returning quickly to my poor eyes. He lets out a little chuckle at my response.

"Don't worry, I wasn't going to, I don't want to see you disintegrate into dust." I hear the rustling of the tent flap opening and I slowly peek to find I'm looking at an empty space in front. "You can come in, I'm in the sleeping bag." I can hear the amusement in his voice, so I roll my eyes and run my hands through my hair, trying to compose myself before entering a small space with the infamous playboy, wearing close to nothing.

He wasn't lying about being covered and I'm beyond grateful for the cover of night, the shadows concealing what I'm sure is an unbelievably red face, while I'm sure his expression is impassive, maybe a little smirk at my expense. I kneel at the entryway, eyes avoiding him regardless and quiet. 

He bursts out laughing after letting me have a moment before leaning forward and tugging on my forearm. My inhale is sharp and my face is twisted in surprise at the inability to come to terms with the situation. I shut my eyes so tight, so stiff I worry I'm going to be paralyzed all night. Another moment of just the sound of my shallow breathing when I hear his voice, bemused but endearing as he says my name, almost like a chide, like I couldn't be acting any more ridiculous if I tried. Atsumu puts a gentle hand on the side of my face and after I exhale, I suck in more air as I urge myself to relax. I chance peeling an eye open and I'm close enough to his face that with only a few seconds of adjusting, my eyes get caught on his white teeth, seemingly glowing in the dark. 

"See? No funny business." Atsumu's voice is low, trying not to scare me, but it sounds more like a purr to my hindbrain. He runs a hand up and down my bicep in an attempt to be reassuring, but he doesn't know what reaction that sparks in me, my body slightly leaning over the sleeping bag that he's wrapped in. Even with the heat licking up my spine at the attention, I can tell that I'm chilly and the feeling of his warm skin on mine makes the sleeping bag seem enticing. His hands have the intended and desired effect of making me relax just enough to get my brain working again.

Instead of forcing me to hurry up, he just unzips the side of the sleeping bag I'm closest to, and I thank God that I splurged on a slightly larger sleeping bag. My eyes go back up to his, skeptical, waiting to see the mockery of my inability to play it cool, but I'm only met with a sympathetic smile and maybe just the tiniest amount of enjoyment. I send him a scowl but I slowly put my feet in first, my cold feet touching his warm shins and I worry that I'll make him mad. I look back up and he's more intent on encouraging me than anything else, not leaving me alone to do this seemingly difficult task. One of his hands holds open the sleeping bag as I glide further in, and when I reach a milestone, his hand moves from the sleeping bag to my upper back, gently guiding me further into the bag. I feel his bare chest expand against mine as he takes in a deep breath after I've tucked my arms stiffly at my sides, attempting distance between his barely covered body and mine. I hear his hand zip up the bag, his upper body slightly lifted to make sure I'm totally covered. When I take a peek at the look on his face now, I'm surprised to see his jaw slightly stiff, his earlier mirth dismissed in favor of focus. 

"...You okay?" I ask quietly which makes him twitch as if he forgot that he had to acknowledge my existence. Atsumu can't seem to bring his face down to look at mine as he gives a tense nod. 

"...Yup." His voice sounds a little gravelly, perhaps from disuse. At his reaction, I start to worry, which snaps him out of his own headspace, his eyes finally looking down to meet mine and moving his hands to brush the sides of my arms even though there's barely any room in the sleeping bag for such a gesture. I can tell he's trying to reassure me as I struggle with the situation, my body slightly shaking from nerves and the chill. "Fuck, no, ugh, I meant..." I can tell he wishes there was enough room to run his hand through his hair, his go-to when he's frustrated and trying to think. Instead, his eyes scan my face intently, then he drops his head with a sigh against the sleeping bag, finally fully relaxing in the sleeping bag. "...I might have overestimated my ability." He mutters softly, like it's costing him something to admit this.

My eyebrows draw together in confusion at his meaning, my mind starting to fog slightly with my fatigue and the warmth of the sleeping bag. I feel my eyes drifting close rather than strain in the dark to read his expressions. I can hear his fading voice asking how I can fall asleep. I mumble as I feel a fresh wave of heat from his skin as my hand brushes against his side, making Atsumu freeze. "Did you know..." I take another deep breath as I start to speak incoherently. "...the less clothes you wear can insulate heat better? If you're freezing..." I nod subtly as my subconscious convinces me that I'm making any kind of sense.

"...Would you believe me if I said I knew along and this was all for survival?" 

"...Nope." I giggle and feel him smile into my hair. 

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I awaken to the sound of rustling and the faint sounds of people shouting our names and my eyes slowly peel open with the sunlight streaming through the tent's thin walls. My heart stutters at the sun illuminating such a peaceful handsome face, his hair messy and sticking up in ten different directions. I'm so engrossed in drinking the sight that I don't register the yelling outside until Atsumu does. His thick brows draw together as he refuses to open his eyes, groaning softly as he pushes out his bottom lip. They look soft. Captain just starts shaking his head as he curls further into the sleeping bag. 

"Five more minutes." He complains in a mutter and I'm about to wake him up as my anxiety spikes at the sound of the voices getting closer, when I feel his strong forearms start to wrap and curl around my waist, like I'm some kind of teddy bear. It makes my heart flutter in excitement until I feel him press his whole body against mine. And I feel something. My own brows match his now as I assess the sensation, my body attempting to find the source subconsciously, shifting until I feel a zing of true excitement and I let out a yelp and jolt back from him so fast his whole body jerks to attention, the act of him sitting up straight unzipping the sleeping bag and I cover my red face after my eyes made direct eye contact with his defined chest. His disheveled hair shakes on his head as his wide eyes search for the source of distress, intent on surviving. "What, what?!" 

"Y-You're...your..." I stutter out in embarrassment, my face contorting in fear as I nod towards the bottom half of our shared sleeping bag, my feet curling up to my chest as I attempt the quickest route away from his surprise appendage.

Atsumu glances down and his eyes widen the tiniest fraction, but he settles his face into some kind of pout as his face flushes, trying to back away to help me out. He scowls slightly as he mutters. "Jesus Christ, I thought you were dying." 

"You...you said no funny business!" I accuse as I point a finger at him, finally escaping the sleeping bag and crab walking to the opposite side of the tent, which isn't more than a couple feet from him, my face matching his shade of pink. 

"I can't control that!" I see his flush run down his throat and I curse my traitorous eyes for tracking the movement, a small whimper leaving my mouth as I cover my eyes again, still overwhelmed from the shock. "Oh come on, it doesn't bite!" His own voice ends up cracking in his throat, a croak still rusty from sleep as his voice raises in annoyance and embarrassment. 

I'm about to protest when we hear the voices draw closer, probably drawn to the screaming match we've just engaged in. I start to panic again at his unclothed state but as his heartbeat slows with understanding the situation, he sighs and runs a hand through his bedhead. "Can you calm down? You're going to send me to a premature death."

"But-but they're going to see-" 

"What? The 'lovebirds' sleeping together? Shocker." He lets out a tired groan as he sinks further into the sleeping bag, probably half to hide his state from me since I obviously didn't deal with that as well as I could've. "You do realize they think we do this every night, right?" 

I blush as I realize I'm way too keyed up for what the situation asks for. I wring my hands together as I clear my throat, feeling childish and immature when Atsumu's brain worked ten times faster than mine. Atsumu turns over, shifting so that I get the message that he's not bothering with my antics anymore. I don't know how to feel except ashamed as I crawl out of the tent. I grab Atsumu's drying clothes that are still a little damp and toss them in the tent for when he wakes up. I walk towards the shouting voices, hoping to reach them a little ways from the tent to get as far away from my reaction as possible. 

After the boys justified their lack of haste to find us, assuming we were just looking for some "alone time", they rejoiced, quickly filling in their captain on what they got up to in his absence (practically the same exact thing, Atsumu is no disciplinarian). I'm a couple paces behind him and I watch him interact with them easily, but he doesn't spare me a glance, and I wonder if I did something wrong. My shame slowly starts to transform into bitterness, incredulous at his pettiness to carry that one moment of weakness as a torch. 

I'm so exhausted from the lack of restful sleep on the cold forest floor, I decide to beg off from following them up to the volleyball courts where they want to practice since they invited some of the closer rivals to come up to the cabin tomorrow for some practice matches. Some try to convince me and I smile at their charms, but as I'm about to really insist, Atsumu does it for me.

"You guys will focus better if she's not there." I feel a chill down my spine. He said what I was going to so I'm not sure why it bothers me so much that he doesn't want me there, and when I try to meet his eyes, he doesn't, just his sharp profile is revealed to me while he deals with their disappointment at the arrangement. I feel a sudden wave of loneliness, watching the group start to sprint off towards the volleyball court. Why did I even come? 

I spend the day trying to find ways to cure my boredom and to nurse my grudge against my 'boyfriend'. I spend time battling it out with him in the shower, my arguments stellar. Then I find ways to channel my anger through making onigiri and placing it where the team can find it easily, but I don't want to interact with them. I'm too...wound up. I take a fitful nap after expending so much anger yesterday and through stress today, and I'm pulled suddenly from my unconscious at the sound of knocking. It's dark outside. I feel hot and sweaty as my head starts to ache, my skin feeling too tight on my bones. I don't even bother to answer before I hear the whine of the door opening. 

"Hey." I hear Atsumu's gruff voice extend an obligatory greeting to which I grunt in response, one of my hands cradling my head, not feeling particularly inclined to look at him.

Atsumu is about to start an argument with me until he sees the way I'm breathing heavily, my body hunched over. He walks over quickly, worry clouding over his features. 

"Whoa, are you okay?" 

I groan and wipe some damp hairs from the sides of my face and he decides to bring an inexperienced hand to my forehead, but he can tell that it's way too hot to be considered healthy. He stands up quickly, his weight moving from foot to foot as he panics. "I...I'll be right back!" 

Atsumu goes to grab the only person he really trusts when he's overwhelmed, the face so familiar even if he didn't stare at it in the mirror all the time.

"Samu, I don't..." He looks at Osamu with a really agitated expression, his usual teasing tone out of sight and Osamu quickly understands that this is serious to his brother. He nods and follows his older brother through the cabin to our room. I'm back in bed, lying down facing the wall, and I moan out some kind of protest as Osamu places a hand on my arm trying to get me to look over at him. 

"Get an ice pack, Atsu." Osamu goes to the bathroom while Atsu sprints off to the kitchen and returns in record time ice pack in tow. Osamu nods towards me and Atsumu gathers enough wits to place the ice pack on my forehead whispering some words that he hopes are comforting. He slowly walks up to his twin, seeing the concerned expression etched so deeply in his face, he blinks back his shock. Is he...? Osamu clears his throat and Atsumu moves over slightly so his brother can kneel beside me, bringing a wet wash cloth to wipe the sweat from my brow, my face still twisted in discomfort. But Osamu can hear the breathing relax in my chest as he says softly to his brother. "She's fine, it's probably heat exhaustion from being out all day hiking." Atsumu gives a tight nod but his eyes don't leave my face. 

Osamu slowly and patiently says that they should probably wipe down my back or change my clothes and Atsumu vehemently nods, his whole body tense as he gets up. "I'll do it." 

"Well, Atsu, it'll probably be easier with two-" 

"I've got it." Osamu isn't exactly surprised by his brother's insistence, but he can't help but worry about what I'd want. It would be much less intimate and more clinical if they both were at my side, but he also knows that Atsumu doesn't know that Osamu guessed that we weren't actually dating. He lets out a long sigh.

"You know, this isn't the time to-" 

"You don't think I fucking know that?" Atsumu growls out at his twin's assumption. His own face has turned red with disgust at his brother's idea of what he might do to me while I'm so incapacitated. 

Osamu's face falls and his own face flames at the shame from thinking his older brother would be capable of something so sinister. He nods once, giving one last concerned glance at my face before getting to his feet and muttering out. "She needs a lot of rest and liquids. She should be fine by tomorrow though, let me know if you need anything." 

Atsumu doesn't dignify Osamu with a response, his hands still clenched at his sides at the way he was perceived. When he hears the door click closed, he kneels by my bedside and lets out a shuddering sigh as he lies his head on the comforter, discouraged. He reapplies the ice pack to my forehead and brings a hand to mine as he whispers weakly. "You know I would never...right?" His voice cracks slightly with emotion. 

My head's pulsing slows and I feel myself stir awake. What time is it? I open my eyes and they take a painful moment to adjust to the dark and I lift a hand to my head as something slides off of it. I look down to see a completely warm ice pack. That's when I hear the sound of someone moan softly at the side of my bed and I blink in confusion. I squint in the dark to find my phone and see that it's around midnight. I'd already made the correct assumption that it was my fake boyfriend keeping vigil at my bedside and I feel relief and affection sweep over me. I take the moment to see him take heavy breaths, his mouth parted as if he can't get enough air into his lungs and I suppress a laugh as my lips upturn slightly, charmed by his behavior. I bring the hand that he was holding up through his hair, not as messy as it would be if he was sleeping soundly in his bed. A wave of regret floods my veins at taking up his bed. I bring my legs out of the blankets to lie on the bed, my body happy at finally being able to cool down. I wait a couple minutes just letting myself assess my state, and picturing Atsumu nursing me back to health, leading to a sinister chuckle from my mouth. God forbid a girl enjoy the idea.

I reach back down to his head, slowly moving my hand through his soft strands, but with enough pressure to wake him up gently. Surely enough, Atsumu stirs slightly, moaning softly with the sensation, leaning into my hand, leading me to smile more, a tingle starting to pull at my chest as I speak quietly, low in my throat. "Hey." 

Atsumu quickly jolts up, his wide eyes penetrating the darkness as he leans closer to me. "How are you feeling?" I smile at him, nodding softly. 

"A lot better, thank you." Atsumu's handsome face slides into relief like a warm bath. He grabs both of my hands to my surprise, and buries his face into the backs of my hands, like something holy is going down. 

"God, I was so worried." I feel my heart twinge at making him this nervous and as I'm about to come up with words of gratitude, he continues. "I hated the way I acted this morning." I blink in confusion as I tried to scan my cooked brain to what happened this morning, leading to my face feeling hot again, which isn't the most pleasurable after fighting off a fever. 

"Oh, no...that was really my fault-" 

"No!" Atsumu shakes his head vehemently as he squeezes my hands tightly. I'm stunned silent as I just watch him for a response. He sighs and groans, mumbling into my hands once again like he's embarrassed. "...I forgot that you haven't really..." Once I get what he's implying I feel myself squirm in my own embarrassment as he continues. "...I should've warned you. Or, I don't know. I didn't think about it, and I really should've." He sighs heavily, shaking his head. "I didn't want you to think I'm the kind of asshole who's looking at you like a piece of meat, o-or, I don't know, that I'm being disgusting-" I interrupt his rambling with a touch to his lips, shushing him as I let out a little chuckle and shake my head.

"Atsumu, I don't think those things at all." I give him a reassuring smile, tilting my head at him, delightfully surprised at his earnestness to work through this 'fight'. "Nothing about you disgusts me." My eyes accidentally dart down as I remember the morning and I flush but I nod resolutely as I return to his eyes, communicating my intention. "...Nothing." 

At this, Atsumu quickly rises to his feet and I jump back in surprise at his towering shadowed figure in the dark, but I'm not scared. He's stiff, but he takes a deep breath before beginning his proposition. "...I think you should sleep in the bed." He puts a knee onto the mattress, lowering his body to meet my eyes, steadying himself. "...And I would really like it if you let me join you." I can't help but stare at his hands at the bed before lifting my heavy eyes to look at him. Atsumu's brown eyes are harder to see in the dark, but I can tell by the shape of his brows that he's being serious. I can't help but smile at the nature of his request. Doesn't he know this is his bed?  

"If something like this morning happens, I'll gladly wake up on the floor, just-" 

"Okay." 

Atsumu blinks as his body tenses for a second at the surprise of my assent. A smile starts to slowly cross his features but I can tell he's trying not to get overly excited. "Okay?" He asks for the confirmation and I shrug with my own grin. 

"I guess you earned it." I tease him softly but before I'm finished he's already crawling into the bed beside me, tucking himself in. 

As I'm about to drift back off to sleep, I hear his heavy breath against my ear as he wraps his arms around me with no protest from me. "I'm sorry." I'm about to give him a sleepy reprimand about continuing his apology tour, but he breathes out the last part that makes my heart beat loud in my ear. "I don't know what I'd do if you hated me." 

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The van's door slams as more collegiate volleyball players exit, greeting Atsumu and the other teammates. I study them with vague interest because I'm still taking it easy with my heat scare. I'm on the porch and enjoying the way Atsumu's personality shines out with every person he greets, trying to organize the day ahead of us, when his voice appears by my side. 

"How you feeling?" I turn my head and match Osamu's grin as he lets out a sigh and covers his eyes from the sun. 

"I'm totally good, sorry for scaring you guys." I bite my lip as I think of a way to thank him without making it too weird. "Thanks. For..."

"Don't mention it." Osamu smiles down at me softly, and I watch the wind shuffle through his hair, similar to his brother's. It's really not fair for twins to be this good-looking. Before long I hear Atsumu's voice calling from the car, talking about heading up to the court and I give them a wave. I see his eyes slide over to his twin and his expression flashes but he just yells at Osamu to get his ass over there. I laugh as Osamu says his goodbye, walking lazily towards his captain.

I end up watching the game from a window seat in the living room of the cabin, far enough where I can get away with creeping and still get the rest I need. Still, when I get a little restless, I wander into the kitchen to look for some food when I hear the cabin door open and I get a spike of nerves.

"Hello?" I call, hoping that if I do that, the murderer will feel less inclined today. Instead, I see a quick pop in of another dyed blonde, but this one looks a little younger. I'm almost shocked by the resemblance to Atsumu, but I guess you can't get a doppelganger as close as Osamu, so I recover quickly. 

"Oh, hello..." He smiles lazily at me, and I just know he's the same breed as Atsumu by the way his eyes trace my body fast and easy, like it's a habit over an intention, his voice melodic like he can't help himself. 

Honestly, this whole cabin trip has been a novelty for me since I'm not used to male attention at all, and I'm not exactly sure if I hate it yet. Still, his demeanor has me wishing it was Atsumu instead. The stranger tilts his head, a brow going up as he leans against the wall of the kitchen. 

"Shit, where were you when I got here?" He laughs like a joke's being played on him, but he doesn't mind. My brow furrows and I let out a weird little chuckle as I talk about being a little sick so I've been inside. "Damn, would've been nice to have a cheerleader."

I give an awkward chuckle before motioning aimlessly towards the outside. "Well, I'm Atsumu's girlfriend so I'd definitely be cheering for him." I smile pointedly, but his face doesn't fall. In fact, he just glances down with a slight hum, like this conversation is some precursor. My brows furrow and I shake my head as I try to get my brain to function. "I'm sorry, what did you say your name was again?" 

"Terushima Yuuji. But you can call me whatever you'd like." He winks and I'm so engrossed in watching this guy attempt to flirt with me that I don't see Ushijima's large figure looming over blondie until his shadow grabs Terushima's attention and he swallows a chuckle rising in his throat. "Oh, what's up, big guy?" 

"Bathroom's down the hall, first door on the left." I let out a huge sigh of relief as Terushima decides to give up and trots off down the hall to his original journey. I look up at Ushijima and I feel myself sweat slightly at his intimidating nature. 

"T-Thanks." I offer to him and he nods one time, not making a motion to leave. I shift on my feet, overthinking whether he thinks I was doing something untoward while dating his captain. 

"Why are you not outside today?" He asks without challenge, but his voice always carries some kind of tone erasure, making one have to guess what he actually wants the answer to be. But I've learned from the team that the truth is always best.

"Oh, uh..." I play with my fingers as I think about using the sick excuse again, but after being talked to by Terushima, I think a part of me wants the reassurance of being near my boyfriend. Fake, of course. "I'm not sure." I shrug and walk past Ushijima with a smile and pat on his arm which his eyes dwell on for a moment. I give him a wave over my shoulder. 

"See you out there!" 

When I reach the court, I'm expecting to see a bunch of sweaty bodies showing off their superior skills and muscles, but as I crest the hill, I'm surprised to see yes, the bodies, but they're all sitting and hanging out, obviously on a break. It throws me for a slight loop as they turn to me, some chatter dying out at my arrival. The attention on me makes me sweat almost as badly as all of them. 

"Oh! I...um, sorry, I..." My eyes are scanning the crowd to look for Atsumu but as soon as Atsumu turns to see why people have stopped talking, his face lights up as he gets up as he calls my name, choosing to swing me up into his arms, and I applaud his ability to make people feel comfortable. I'm embarrassed by the show of affection, but honestly, whatever gets the stares off of me. That's not exactly what happens when he puts me down and pulls me in front of him, hands on my shoulders like I'm a child being introduced on the first day of school.

"Guys! Shut the fuck up! This is my girlfriend." He shakes my shoulders like I'm an MVP rather than his beloved and my face flames as he introduces me by name. I raise a hand in greeting but I feel myself regret coming up here when I could've just stayed in the cabin all day. The team that decided to come up here chorus back hesitant greetings meanwhile Atsumu's team all cheers loudly with whistles and I bury my face in my hands, unsure if I'm happy or humiliated. 

"She's fine..." A voice floats behind Atsumu easily almost singing out the observation, and it takes Atsumu no time to swivel his head to lock onto the perpetrator from the kitchen. He must've finished peeing because he grins at Atsumu despite the inquisitive and cold look from him, then turns the grin towards me. 

"Well, yes, that is true, but I would suggest keeping those comments to yourself." Atsumu decides to chuckle and others follow, easing the energy back down to something palatable for himself and others, but I feel the way his hands clench at my shoulders. I wonder if he's angry about what looks like disrespect, but I'm not sure about male friendship dynamics, especially since his teammates have jokingly flirted with me before as well. His hands fall and he doesn't look at me in the eye as he walks towards his team, and part of me wonders if he's mad at me specifically for causing the comment. I slowly turn to walk towards the team as everyone prepares for another match. The boys return to the court and talk about positions when Terushima's lounging position on the other side of net exclaims.

"We could make this really fun, you know." My attention was brought to him just like everyone else, but his eyes fall to me in his peripheral, a smug look playing at his handsome sharp features. 

"Yuuji..." I hear the man with short dark hair start to shake his head in an effort to get his teammate under some kind of control, but Yuuji just shrugs up to the sky.

"Daichi, chill...I was just going to suggest upping the stakes a little." I watch Terushima's face as he speaks and my eyes latch onto his tongue piercing unintentionally, but when I look back to his eyes, he's giving me a knowing grin. "See something you like, beautiful?" 

I flush immediately and move my glance towards Atsumu, embarrassed and nervous at his statement. I see a muscle working in my fake boyfriend's jaw when Hinata speaks up loudly, stepping under the volleyball net to the other side to stand in front of the interloper, hands on his hips. "Did you not hear what Tsumu said? She's his girlfriend." I smile at the nicknames the team comes up with for Atsumu, but also at how sweet his defense is. A little immature, but cute nonetheless. Unfortunately, Terushima seems to agree, his perpetual smirk unfazed, looking up at his opponent. 

"Oh, I know, I totally 100 percent respect him and his girlfriend. The relationship is heaven sent surely." Terushima nods in what he hopes is a sincere way, but everyone who seems to know him and even those who don't seem unconvinced. "In fact, I have such total faith in their love for each other, that I think we could...have some fun with it."

A couple of uncomfortable murmurs go through the crowd of players as Daichi puts his head in his hands at his player's behavior, but Bokutou jumps up to join Hinata, slinging a confident arm over his teammate. "Obviously our captain could meet any challenge you could come up with." He bellows out a laugh and Atsumu lets out an easy chuckle as he steps towards the group forming a tower over the languid Terushima. 

"Guys, this is getting a little ridiculous-" Atsumu is interrupted by Terushima's loud dare.

"A kiss." Just the two words sends a silence through the crowd and a tension draws taut as most everyone turns to see my reaction. I'm red in the face, my face twisting in surprise at his suggestion. I don't even have a second to really think about how I feel about being a bargaining chip before I open my mouth.

"Alright." Shock runs through my system at hearing the deep masculine voice put a word in my mouth. Everyone seems to feel the same way as they swivel back to Atsumu's face, like they're watching a heated tennis match. "Yeah, okay. Sounds fun." Atsumu grins tightly at the boy sitting on the tennis court and even his face fell with the inability to get under our captain's skin. Atsumu's cold smile turns to me and he calls out like someone else, prickling my skin with his smooth tone. "Sounds fun, right, baby?" 

I ignore the way that 'baby' rubs at my insides in a confusing way and I feel the eyes back on me and I can't help but turn a subtle glare to the blonde who started it all. Yuuji sends another wink my way, knowing at the very least he's gotten under my skin. I purse my lips and plaster a smile on my face as I raise my eyes to meet Atsumu's face. "Very." 

During warm-ups, I pull Atsumu aside and whisper to him harshly, anger flooding my veins.

"Dude, what the hell was that?" 

Atsumu's jaw clenches again as he glances around making sure the guys can't hear us. Their occasional glances tell us that they can see us but we're speaking too quietly for anything to be heard. "Don't worry, I've got it." 

I shake my head in frustration. "You're a setter, dumbass. Why'd you agree to whoever scores the most points?!" My eyes are wide and intense as I see his eyes widen with slight amusement. I'm shocked at the response, the corners of his lips turning up.

"You know my position?" I let out a scoff as my ears turn red and run a hand through my hair in bafflement. 

"Why the fuck are you flattered right now?" I point daggers towards the court as I seethe out. "I don't know why you dragged me into it! It was such a stupid dare, no one and I mean no one, would've complained if you said no!" 

"Well, one." He nods his own chin towards the court, eyes finding the other flirt easy, his face smug with getting his way and seeing us have an argument. I sigh with exaggeration because I feel like my brain must still be cooked to be hearing the absolute absurdity of his pride. 

"That douche? Atsumu." I give him a disappointed glare, my eyes narrowing.

"I refuse to let him think he won." Atsumu's eyes harden as he responds resolutely. "No fucking way." 

I'm about to protest that his hubris is going to be the reason I have to kiss literally anyone else, but then I think about how I haven't even kissed Atsumu. In my stupor, the volleyball players call him saying that they're going to start and Atsumu just gives me a nod and squeezes my hand, but it doesn't feel as reassuring as he'd like. I feel alone.

I watch the game with intense interest, although I don't even feel like cheering for my "boyfriend". Some of the boys come up to me and promise that they'll win to 'save' me. I let out tight chuckles, knowing that they're trying to be sweet, but I don't feel like entertaining this stupid plot for anyone. It seems everyone on Atsumu's team shares the same sentiment as they give it their all, while Daichi's team almost seems reluctant to play seriously, looking between each other and back at me. When they see the death glare in my eyes, they seem to sweat more and receive more than a team with initiative should. This, however, does nothing to deter their superstar of the day. Every half-assed receive and set only fuels his excitement. It seems like the game has become infinitely more fun for him with just the slightest amount of drama added in for spice. Part of me wonders if he actually really even wants to kiss me, when he looks like he wants the game to go on forever. Right when I'm tilting my head, assessing him, he looks over and shouts before serving. 

"This one's for you, baby." I grimace immediately at the faux show of affection, and I stifle a laugh as his serve doesn't land, leading another point to Atsumu's team. I grin over at Atsumu, but he's so focused on the game he doesn't bother to shoot his wide brown eyes in my direction. 

At the climax of the game, with Atsumu's team one point ahead, another needed to end it, Terushima hits a quick and powerful spike, only to be totally shut out by none other than Atsumu. It's an interesting sight, watching Atsumu tower over Terushima like earlier, only this time, the power seems so obvious in Atsumu's form. His eyes flash as the rest of the team celebrates the win. 

"But I get the kiss." Yuuji calls out loudly after the cheers die down and Atsumu turns to look over his shoulder at Terushima still lying out on the ground, spent. "I, individually, scored the most." With the tense silence of people trying to go back in their memories of what was said, the outcry of demanding that it doesn't count only eggs Terushima on, his gaze trying to peer through the crowd at my blanched face. 

"No, he's right, guys." Atsumu's loud voice calls over the team and they look at him in confusion, some muttering still going through the crowd. Once again, Terushima's lip purses like Atsumu is taking something out of the reward. Terushima then shrugs and starts laughing.

"See? Even Loverboy knows a fair game when he sees it." Terushima moves to slap Atsumu on the back, but Atsumu's hold on his shoulder shocks him, jolting him for a moment.

"All's fair in love and war, right?" Atsumu grins deliciously at his prey, before Yuuji's smile drops and Atsumu places a long, languid kiss on his champion's lips. 

Everyone is quiet for a few small moments, collectively trying to decide if we're having some kind of group hallucination. We're not. After a couple of juicy seconds of full-on tongue make-out, my 'boyfriend' pulls away with a dreamy look on his face, a shocked yet flushed expression on Yuuji's. Yuuji's mouth remains parted with his jaw dropped as Atsumu places an affectionate pat on his cheek, before calling out to me with a shit-eating grin. "You were right, babe! The tongue piercing is hot!" 

My expression matched Yuuji's until he said that and then it transformed into his wicked grin as I start laughing, full-body shaking. Some of his teammates start hooting and hollering, laughing while some of Yuuji's teammates chuckle and try to rub some comfort into his shoulder blades as he remains awestruck. My gaze remains on Atsumu as he struts over easily, head tilted in a way that suggests he's very proud of himself and also absolutely delighted by my reaction to it. My face is flushed with excitement and surprise at the way he handled the situation. I shake my head and match his tilt, sighing slightly at the absolute satisfaction he's just given me. 

"What am I going to do with you?" I grin as I lean in towards him, subconsciously.

The most handsome blonde leans forward to satiate my craving for closeness, his lips slightly red from their recent excursion. "I've got some ideas." 

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After a couple more matches, it's near evening, to which the boys exclaim that we should go back and drink, considering it's one of our last days here and just play some games. The other boys are also excited so they run down the hill towards the cabin so quickly, it's hard to imagine they still have so much energy. Yuji, Daichi, and the other team seems to want to beg off after that whole treat. Yuji never looked anything other than lost after that magical kiss, and he doesn't even mumble out a goodbye before Daichi piles them into the group vans, thanking Atsumu for the practice.

"You know, you're kind of a sore loser." I comment lazily as the rest of the boys go ahead of Atsumu and me. Atsumu lets out a feigned scoff of offense.

"What are you talking about? I just treated the guy to the best kiss of his life." 

"Yeah, and now he'll be forever disappointed by his new girls." Atsumu snorts at this and wraps an easy arm around my shoulders, making me feel like we're something more than fake dating. Something like partners. Kindred spirits. I chance a glance up at him, his face lit by the sunset, and he's looking down at me with a similar expression.

"What?" I shake my head, holding my smile as close to my heart as it'll go. 

As soon as everyone gets settled and showered, the living room is in the midst of living. Everyone is drinking and playing games, except for some reason Atsumu, who is playing games but insists on staying sober.

"Never thought I'd see the day." I tease him as I sit beside his chair, tugging on his foot playfully as I sit at the coffee table they've laid out Avalon. I take a long sip of my wine cooler and let out the most satisfied moan just to get a reaction out of him. It backfires as he leans down to tickle me, making me splash some against my tee shirt and I gasp before laughing as he hoists me up so easily I don't even register it in my tipsy haze. Atsumu settles me on his lap like we've done it a million times, which we definitely haven't, but it feels naturally as I lean back to whisper in his ear. "Are you sure?" I say it with a lilting movement, shaking my drink at him to which he chuckles, his pretty brown eyes studying my flushed face. 

"I'm good, sweetheart." My grin splits my face as I easily fall into a rhythm, his friends recounting Atsumu's win and laughing about how my "boyfriend" is for the streets. 

I'm down on the floor after losing Avalon for the tenth time and I complain that I'm always drawing the evil cards. The boys are just joking around as they remain drunk, but some stragglers have fallen asleep and others are pulling them back their bedrooms, seemingly indicating that it's time for bed. I, however, don't feel tired enough to confine to my bedroom, so I step outside into the cool night air on the porch, still drunk from the night. I chuckle some more as the memory of today's loss echoes with the picture of two handsome men kissing passionately. I turn around as I hear the cabin door creak open to see the culprit, completely sober. I let out a rather messy giggle, remnants of my reminiscing.

"Well, if it isn't Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes." I tease.

Atsumu simply snickers as you call him Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes, and he can see that I'm an inebriated mess. He only grins back at me before coming to stand beside me. 

"Eh, I don't know, I think I did enough naughty things today to redact that title." Atsumu's brown eyes scan my figure and I feel my smile twist slightly at the attention, narrowing my eyes at him as he raises a brow. "You drunk?" 

I look back through the cabin window, to see most of the guys gone, so I'm not too concerned that the jig is up, considering it's just the two of us. I send back a shrug with a grin. "I'm normal." I turn back around to look at the night, but I feel giddy with the company, so I start to descend the stairs of the cabin porch slowly.

"I don't think you've ever been normal, just to set the record straight." 

I stick my tongue out at him playfully before turning around and pointing towards one of the cars. "I wanna go to the lake."

Atsumu's eyes widen but he sees the way that I giggle with my hands over my mouth like I just asked to set the school on fire and he can't help but let out an endeared sigh. As he passes me, a hand ruffles my head until I cry out at the abuse. As I hold my head I glare at the back of his head until I see something shining in his waving hand, the other in his pocket. 

"Are you coming or what?" 

Atsumu approaches his Jeep, quickly opening the door and starting the engine. He turns to look towards the passenger side until he lets out a full-body guffaw at what's happening. I walk towards the passenger door, but I'm having some difficulty pulling it open, which seems odd to me, so I keep trying, but Atsumu quickly realizes I'm just drunk enough to not function. Atsumu quickly gets out of the car to help me in but I see the way he's suppressing a laugh, so I slap his hand away with a huff, finally grasping the side of the seat enough to climb on as ungracefully as possible. 

"My apologies, princess." He says as he shuts the passenger door easily and sliding over to the driver's. As he backs out of the cabin's lot, he places an arm against the back of my headrest and I stare at him. His eyes drift to mine and he shakes his head like he can't believe I'm this drunk. I feel a couple of his fingers play with some strands of hair. He ducks his head and teases. "What?" I shrug before sliding further into my seat, using my hair to cover my blush, looking up at him bashfully. 

"So..." Atsumu starts to attempt a conversation with me when he turns his head in shock. I've stuck my head out the window as I laugh into the wind. In response, Atsumu's eyes widen and he quickly uses his left hand to grab my thigh firmly and drag me back into the car, rolling up the windows and putting the child lock on. Atsumu uses as stern of a voice he can, looking at the road but his grip on my thigh tight. “Are you insane?”

I pout a little before placing a hand on his resting on my leg. "I'm sorry, don't be mad, okay?" I look at him pleadingly, before a grin resurfaces.

He remains silent a moment, trying to really sell the discipline act but he lets out a heavy sigh at being exposed to the pout for too long. 

“Fine…but no more surprises, got it?” I nod happily at the response, and just look out the window now, enjoying the night breeze from the re-opened window, with the promise that I won't go doing something so reckless again. He decides to look at the road once again, and he just keeps driving for quite some time. After a minute or two of silent driving, where all that could be heard was the sound of tires on the road, Atsumu finally decided to start up a conversation again.

“...Sometimes I wonder if we're...acting...”

At this, I tilt my head a little in confusion, not really understanding the meaning in my inebriated state. Atsumu is nervous, so he keeps his eyes on the road instead of looking at me for a response. Atsumu chuckles to himself a little bit at the tilt in my head, and he continues on with the question.

“I mean...what if our fake relationship turned into something more? What then?” He says this all carefully, not wanting to make me think this is what he wants to happen. He just wants a quick answer to rip off the band-aid stitching his dreams together. I laugh at this, slapping my knee and giggling from the question itself. I respond animatedly.

"Yeah, and I'm a monkey's uncle." I shrug as I continue laughing. Atsumu chuckles tightly as he feels something snapping in his chest, relieved that I'm too drunk to sense it in him. 

"Shut up." Atsumu attempts a save but he can't satiate his curiosity. "But, what if it did?" 

I scratch my face with my finger as I try to come up with an answer to a question I don't really know the purpose of. "I mean, I guess that somehow we'd just start dating? I don't really know what you're asking, haha." I say kind of nervously, kind of amused.

Atsumu tries not to pull his hair out at my inability to speak plainly with him, but also he can't decide if he really wants me to understand. He barely understands himself. Atsumu shakes his head and settles for running his fingers through his hair rather than cause irreparable damage. 

“Are you actually having fun with this whole fake dating thing? Or do you just want it to end right now?” He says this all in a tone that doesn’t sound serious at all, but still manages to sound genuine. I let out a hum as I ponder the question, but I just shrug as I respond.

"Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. But I'm determined to see this week through." I put my hands up in determination, trying to reassure him that I won't bow out now and leave him hanging.

“Fuck.” Atsumu's head bangs against his own headrest as he bemoans the fact that he didn't give up hope and got shut down once again with my innocent responses, the only reprieve finally arriving at the lake. It's so dark, we wouldn't be able to see anything if not for the huge moon, illuminating the whole place well enough that our eyes barely have to adjust to the darkness. As I hop out of the car, I grab Atsumu's hand and start running down the shoreline, towards the deck he jumped off of into the water a couple of days ago, ignoring the hours indicating we're trespassing.

"Come on, hurry up!" I say playfully, loud enough, knowing that no one is around to hear us anyway. He quickly follows me, holding onto my hand like he could convince himself I was doing it out of pure affection. 

“Alright, alright!” A soft chuckle accompanying his defeat. 

I laugh as we run, finally making it to the end of the dock, the lake illuminated with the reflection of the moon, which makes our faces bright and easy enough to see. I let go of his hand, and take a seat on the edge of the pier, patting the space next to me to get him to sit down as well. I let out a sigh of awe, my voice somehow communicating how the beauty has sobered me up some, although I'm still a little tipsy. I turn back to look at Atsumu, sensing his desire to speak to me. There’s a slight hint of peace on his face right now, and his tone of voice becomes different as he speaks again. “This was a good idea."

I laugh at that and playfully nudge his shoulder with my own. "Uh, duh, that's because I'm a genius."

Atsumu lets out a chuckle and copies my motion making me sway. “Oh yeah? You’re a genius, huh?”

"Oh yes, I would think a genius setter like you would be able to sense a fellow scholar." My accent is mocking some sort of poshness I wouldn't be able to tell you the name of.

He also keeps up this mock posh voice, and he decides to try and mock my gestures as well.

“Ah yes. I, Miya Atsumu, am delighted to be in the presence of another one of my kind, especially in the night with the view of this magnificent lake as the setting.”

At this, my chuckle starts to return as my own as I laugh out loud, leaning back against my propped up elbows as I look out at the view again. In my normal voice, I reminisce.

"I just couldn't stop imagining what this lake would look like under the light of the moon, in the darkness." I sigh dreamily as I am captivated by the sight, before I turn my attention slightly to the right to look at him. "Glad to know it's just as beautiful as I imagined." This is the type of calm and tranquility that can only be found in the early hours of the night like this. Atsumu's eyes run over every feature on my face as his heart squeezes. He knows I'm not calling him beautiful, but what's the harm in imagining? I give a soft smile to the gentle and easy atmosphere we've created on this dock.  My eyes drift back to the giant in the sky. "Honestly, this week has been a lot more fun than I imagined."

“I have to agree with you on that.” Atsumu can't seem to get me off his head, and he berates himself for copying me to a tee even as he glances up. “I’ve been enjoying this week way more than I imagined.” I smile as he turns back around to look at the same view I am, of the moon and the lake. There's just something so pleasant about sharing a night like this with someone who just...makes it feel ten times better.

He decides to stay silent for a moment or two, still taking in the sight of this peaceful and tranquil scene before he finally decides to turn his attention back to me again.

“I...I just wanted to say. I’m really glad you agreed to fake date me.” Atsumu's face has grown red and his eyes wide with his nerves, his heart beating against his rib cage like a prisoner. I feel my face turn a little pink but I just let out a small chuckle to hide that.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I let out another laugh as I close my eyes, feeling slightly blindsided by the earnestness of the comment. At his intense stare, I open one eye to make sure he's not still staring at me, but he is and I let out a little snort before responding, turning my attention back to the lake.

"Well, trust me, no one else would want to do it." I say it playfully but half-exasperated.

“So, I’m lucky that you’re actually willing to do this for me?” Atsumu raises an eyebrow and corner of his mouth to emphasize the nature of the joke, but he can't help the way his stomach flops. I push his shoulder firmly, but not forcefully as I open my mouth to huff out as my jaw drops, a slight smile on my face.

"Oh my god, no, you dumbass, I meant me." I shake my head as I laugh while returning my attention to the lake. "Sure, you might have stumbled upon the perfect girl..." I flip my hair playfully over my shoulder for teasing effect. "...but I meant no one would want to fake date me."

“I did.” His words are low in his throat and part of my body wants to really give him my full attention, but now that I've sobered some, my nerves come back in full swing.

"You might be the only one on the planet who would." I snort again at his response, my attention not drifting from the view.

“Well, good.” Despite the intense glow of the lake against his deep brown eyes, I try to dismiss the tension crowding the air with the humidity. I use the opportunity to feign offense again as I hit him, hard enough to make a point. I let out another laugh.

"Oh, so now you're praying on my downfall?" I snort. "You want me to be lonely forever? That's not very fake boyfriend of you to say." I tease.

“I just want to make sure that you don’t have any other potential suitors. It would be the worst thing in the world to have someone try to steal you away from me.” He ends this with another smile and a playful wink as he returns his attention to the water in the distance, his brain screaming at him to just tell me.

I roll my eyes at his playful comment before sitting up slightly to place my forearms on my knees, crossing them slightly as I lean forward towards the lake. "Well, you certainly don't have to worry about that, at the very least until the end of this week." I give another snort, with a slight grin on my face, though my eyebrows are furrowed.

"Yeah, I made sure of that today." Atsumu licks his lips as I groan with laughter, his eyes trying to peer into the recesses of that last statement. “You got some sort of hot date waiting for you after all this is said and done, huh?”

"Please, as if." I just shake my head incredulously.

"People want to kiss you." ME! ME! Atsumu ignores the mantra banging inside his skull as he focuses on my face, forcing himself to keep his eyes off those perfect bow-shaped lips. "Like that kid today, and a bunch of the guys. They'd all give a left nut to take you on a date." Atsumu shakes his head as he tries to rid his traitorous thoughts from his head, lying back down to stare up at the few drifting clouds. "Still, I know you'd miss me. Probably wouldn't be able to get me off your mind." Atsumu's throat makes some kind of croaking laughter as he cringes at failing at sounding casual and playful and not overflowing with jealousy. I just keep staring out at the lake, thinking about it, no smile or laughter on my lips. With a little more silence between the two of us, I whisper out, almost subconsciously with the alcohol in my system.

"What about you?" I say it delicately, cautiously, as if saying it would lead to some dire circumstances, which it very well might. The question suddenly catches Atsumu’s attention, and he snaps his gaze back to me almost instinctively.

“What about me?” Ask me. Ask me again and I'll show you exactly how much I can't get you off my mind. The playful tone suddenly disappearing as his voice becomes quick and slightly more serious with his response.

I clear my throat quickly as I realize what that might have sounded like, and I feel embarrassed by the thought of it. I turn my red face away from him as I chuckle out a louder response. "Oh my god, even the summer nights are hot..." I start fanning myself with my hand as I avert my eyes, hoping that this excuse will cover up the warm emotion in my face. Atsumu's jaw clenches with disappointment while the rest of him begs him to calm down because he wouldn't even have the guts if I did. We sit there quietly, a little bit of tension in the air that we ignore as we just enjoy the night air together. Eventually, I take a deep inhale before standing up at the edge of the dock and I start to unzip my hoodie revealing a sports bra matching my black shorts. I look down at him with an expectant look before demanding with a pointed finger.

"Take off your shirt." My sudden change of wardrobe surprises Atsumu very much, to the point that his eyes widen a little bit, and he can feel his own face turning a little bit red. But for some odd reason, the sight of me standing at the edge of the dock accompanied by sudden boldness, is a bit intriguing to him, in a way that is making his heart beat rather quickly.

"You heard me!" I repeat, waving my hand impatiently. Atsumu can’t help but grin back, seeing how cute it makes me look right now as well. He finally shrugs his shoulders and takes his shirt off as well, feeling the slight heat of the night air on his bare skin in the process.

"Now stand up, you dunce." I roll my eyes in exasperation as I bounce slightly on my feet, stretching. Once Atsumu is standing in front of me on the edge of the dock, I bat my eyelashes slightly before placing my hands gently against his chest, looking back up at him with a soft smile. Before he knows it, I'm leaning towards him on my tip toes, closing my eyes gently.

Fuck yes! He starts to realize the direction this is heading in, my touch exciting him. He closes his own eyes, and a small smile appears on his lips as well as he waits for mine. I peek to make sure he's under a spell, before grinning mischievously and pushing him off the edge of the dock into the water below, similar to the way he jumped off earlier this week. Seeing his built body flail and bob up in the water after shaking his hair free of water, leads to hysterical laughter up on the dock, and the part of him that remains frustrated yields to my charm.

"Really? That was a cheap trick and you know it!" He shouts back up from the water below. After wiping a couple tears, I smile before jumping in, landing nearby, splashing him as I emerge for air. I am still giggling as I come up, the lake dark with only the moonlight shining lights on us. Atsumu scans the empty beach and looks at the dark water between us, concealing our wet bodies.

“So...you’re gonna try and drown me, is that it?”

I laugh as I pull a little shrug while treading the water, deep enough for us to jump in and not shallow enough to stand up in.

"Aw, I was actually hoping you'd die on impact." 

“Well, unfortunately for you, I’m still very much alive.”

I let out another giggle, but I feel my treading falter with my laughter and I forgot how much strength it takes to swim and I'm feeling a little dizzy from not only the jump but the alcohol still present in my system. I watch strong arms quickly swim over, then feel them as they wrap around my torso.

"You good?" Atsumu chuckles slightly as he looks down at my glistening face, my bangs plastered to my forehead. I start laughing and in an effort to annoy, I wrap my legs around his waist as I cling to his hard body. I give him a dark grin, mischievously communicating my intentions. 

"You should be careful, or I might just drown you right now." I wiggle my feelings at him, trying to seem menacing as I place my hands on his shoulders, applying a little pressure to scare him even as my hands can't even seem to cover his large muscled body. 

Atsumu gives a small chuckle and he tries to ignore the feeling of soft thighs against his stomach as well.

"I should be careful?" He says this in a slightly exaggerated way, as he moves his hands to my hips, the tremor in his hands betraying the smirk on his handsome face.

"I think you should be careful." Hearing his warning, I feel my body slightly tense with the position I've put us in as he holds me close. I feel my face turn a little pink as my eyes widen and I quickly move to unwrap my legs.

"Oops, my bad." I say like it's not a big deal to try to act like I'm unaffected by the situation I put us in. His fingertips seem reluctant as they brush against my hips for one more second, then letting his hands fall back to his sides.

As soon as he lets go, I turn around to splash him in the face playfully for his teasing, before I start swimming to shallower water while laughing, making a move to get away from him before he decides he won't put up with any more of my antics. I don't get very far before he grabs my wrist pulling my back to him with a seductive grin. 

“Oh no, you’re not getting away that easily.” I laugh as Atsumu grabs my wrist and I squeal a little with being caught. I try to wriggle out of his grip and I only succeed in getting away by descending into the water. Atsumu feels around in the water, trying to find me but the lake is too dark. His heart starts up with worry until I pop up behind him and jump on his back to push him into the water. I quickly realize that it wasn't a good method with how easily he wraps his arms around my legs rather than follow my bidding. 

"No! My plot has been foiled!" I scream out in agony before he tries to turn around to face me, and I use the opportunity to swim to shore. I look back only to see him wade in the water menacingly and I paddle faster, but he's quite the fast swimmer from being an athlete and I get caught sooner than I hoped.

"No, stop!" I laugh as I protest my own capture, even though I'm definitely the one who started it. He tightens his grip, and I feel his body press against mine, his hands still on my hips.

"Huh? What's that?" He says sarcastically, as if he can't hear the protests, leaning an ear towards me. "Stop what?"

I feel his heartbeat, which is also pounding fast to match mine. I let out an oof sound and a giggle as he wraps his arms around me, and I attribute the sound of our beating hearts to the exertion of swimming as I try to pry his hands off of me with a smile, only to have my eyes widen as he lifts me and turns me so he can half-throw and half-drunk me under the water playfully. When I come up for air, I sputter with a feigned angry expression, moving my wet hair out of the way.

"You're so not funny." I huff out annoyed.

“No, I’m pretty sure I’m hilarious.” He tilts his head back and forth as if he is an unbiased third party, then he reaches out to push my hair away from my face. As I look down at the lake water, trying to remove excess water from my hair, I'm surprised to see his close proximity and his hand help to push some hair out of my face. I look at him illuminated slightly by the moon and I feel myself lose balance slightly, considering the water is only up to my midsection at this point. I lose track of the comeback I was going to say as I stumble. Because of this, he quickly moves his hands around my waist again to quickly stabilize me.

"Whoa, don’t go falling for me too hard there…” He teases.

I feel my breathing slow down slightly as I let out a weak chuckle, feeling the alcohol once again and I give him a teasing smile back as I move back slightly, starting towards the shoreline again. "You wish." I tease him with a smile, but realizing I might be more inebriated than I imagine.

You have no fucking idea. 

The sound of me breaking the water surface and wading through is the only thing I hear for a couple seconds. I let out a little huff as I glance around the beach, hearing him follow from behind me. I turn back to smile at him, and feel a little dizzy with the action as I point towards the pier and mention I'm going to get our clothes. He raises his eyebrow at this, not trusting my drunk ass in getting them and not drowning in the process.

"I’ll get it…you just stay here, okay?” I roll my eyes at him, but start jogging off towards the pier before he's out of the water and I shout out a response with a smile.

"I'll be fine, Mom." I say teasingly. Once I get to the pier I look at the pile of clothes and once more the lake. I let out a couple of deep breaths, trying to remind myself I'm drunk and getting caught up. Once I calm down enough, I grab the clothes and wave at Atsumu as he leans against the driver's side door.

Seriously, this girl...

“You better not trip, dumbass!”

...is going to ruin my life. 

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"Early riser, I see."

My head swivels to see Osamu exiting the cabin's front door quietly, the dark blue of early morning hinting at a sunrise in a couple of minutes. I give him a weary smile that his face matches. I tuck my hands into my hoodie pocket and press my feet into the wooden railing as I rock back and forth quietly as I see the sky start to lighten. I let out a little amused exhale before scooting over on the porch swing to make room if he wants it.

"I could say the same."

“Mm, I suppose you could.” Accepting my offer for company, the swing moving as his weight plops into the dirty cushion. He mutters as he places a hand behind his head. “How you feeling? You drank a lot last night.”

I let out a little sound as I move my legs to cross them on the large porch swing, rubbing my legs slightly to warm them up, but it isn't too cold since it's summer, but still the morning and lack of sun have its effect. I turn to look at him a little, narrowing my eyes at him as I avoid his question. "What are you doing up?"

He shrugs his shoulders lazily. "I could ask you the same thing."

"Seems like we can ask and say a lot of the same things." I snort then feel my stomach stir from the alcohol last night and I let out a little sigh before resting my arms on my legs, and promptly placing my head on them. "Can't sleep, I guess." I fib.

Osamu can tell that I'm avoiding the question, but he doesn't see a point in pushing it, besides a little playful teasing. "You mean hungover." 

I let out a little hum of something like approval. We sit as the morning starts to come in with the birds making small noises and the sun seems to be just waiting to rise. "Are you? Hungover, I mean?" Osamu continues to watch me as the morning starts to come through and the soft sounds of birds chirping. It’s pretty peaceful right now, and the sun isn’t in view just yet. He lets out a small laugh as a response, but shakes his head to negate that statement.

"Nah, I’m good. I think I was the only one who didn’t really drink last night."

"Atsumu didn't either." I point out, looking at him to see his reaction, as we both know that's not usual behavior from his brother. 

"Yeah, but something tells me that his reasons for not drinking last night are different from mine."

"What's your reason?" I ask curiously.

"Honestly? I don’t really have a good reason. I just didn’t want to get wasted and accidentally say something. I’d rather watch everyone else get wasted instead.”

I give a little smug nudge to his arm playfully and a snort. "Well, that's no fun."

Osamu chuckles at the contact but he grins, and my eyes widen to get the full effect. Same face. "It’s more fun for me that way, watching everyone make fools of themselves. It’s hilarious."

I give him a fake pout before smiling and teasing him. "Oh, you're no fair. Now you definitely have to drink tonight."

"Oh yeah? You gonna make me?"

"Definitely. It's the last night after all." I say it with a laugh and a smile before turning to look forward once again, the smile slipping into something like wistfulness and I'm sobered up from the thought. I know that Osamu knows about the fake dating, and so he might be the only one here I can actually talk to about it, and I know he knows it's ending. I let out a little huff, turning to the side slightly in embarrassment, hoping to shield the slight pink tinge on my face, from not only the sunrise. "Would it be weird to say I'm a little sad?" I say it quietly.

When I finally speak up, it only confirms everything he’s thinking and seeing right now. His expression softens as he looks over at me with a sigh, guessing that the only ones who can't see our feelings for each other are the two dating. "No. Not weird at all." I feel my lips purse slightly at the soft tone of voice I hear, and I take a deep breath to try to not get weird about it. I turn to look at him playfully, resting my head on my hands again as I press my feet into the swing cushions.

"You're lucky. You guys come up here every year, right?" He lets out a little breath that’s somewhere between a huff and a chuckle, finding my small action cute.

"Yeah, we do. Every year, same place, with the same people."

"Well, not exactly." I try to joke about me not being here before or even next year, but my voice doesn't come off as humorous as I intended. He lets out another sigh before moving slightly closer, trying to find some way to comfort and cheer me up.

"Maybe you’ll be here next year. You never know." I give him a sidelong glance and smile as I feel the porch swing under his movement. I let out a little exhale. I don't think there'd be a reason to be here again, but I lie to save the awkwardness.

"...Right." Osamu feels a wave of regret settle in his gut at the emptiness in my voice and he doesn't know why he's fighting for something that he shouldn't care about.

"You’d be surprised. Life’s got plenty of unexpected surprises."

"Well, that I can believe." I turn to smile at him as I stretch my legs and arms forward with a vocalization and then moving to get up from the porch swing and stand to go inside. "I'm thinking about making some coffee, did you want some?"

Osamu can't help but notice how the early morning light now completely surrounds me. Pretty. He’s snapped out of his thoughts when I tilt my head, making the sun glint in his eyes. He gives a tired smile in return, nodding his head. "Oh, yeah, sure. I could definitely use some."

I smile before turning the doorknob and stepping into the cabin with Osamu following behind me. I quickly realize as I get to the kitchen that I don't know where the instant coffee is, but I start to get nervous since it's still so quiet in the morning and I'm not super comfortable asking Osamu about it. I debate how I should proceed as I tentatively check some cupboards, trying not to draw attention to my predicament. Nothing gets past Osamu as he finally steps up behind me, grabbing my shoulder in the process. “Can’t find it?” I startle slightly with the feeling of his hand behind me and I turn slightly to him as I start to stutter out a reply.

"U-uh, well, I-" My eyes widen as I see his hands reach over the top of my head to grab the instant coffee from the top of the cupboard, which I wasn't going to be able to grab in the first place. I feel self-conscious as I feel his chest brush against my back for only a moment. He tries to ignore the fact that my eyes widen in response to his actions, and as he gets the instant coffee down, he makes the mistake of getting a little too close. Osamu quickly pulls away and walks to the other side of the room, hiding the small blush creeping up on his skin. I watch him move quickly to the coffee pot on the other side of the counter, and I blink a little, surprised to see him not affected at all. Then I shake my head to silently scold for myself for overthinking small things like that. I move to take a step towards him nervously. "Sorry, uh, can I help?"

Osamu keeps his eyes fixated on the coffee pot, trying to appear casual as he moves to turn it on and set up some coffee, but in reality, he can feel his heart pounding, slightly surprised that I didn’t notice his blush and how thrown off he was just a moment ago. He doesn’t want to turn around, but he knows that he can’t just stay like this, so he clears his throat softly before looking over and shaking his head. "No. I got it."

I nod even though he can't see it as he focuses, and I'm unaware of how his face looks as I move quickly to the cupboard and let out a soft exhale as I spot two cute mugs sporting matching phrases of "twinning" and I raise an eyebrow as I grab the red and blue one.

"Now, this..." I smugly hold them and glance to both of them hoping to draw Osamu's attention. "...is just precious." Osamu focuses on setting up the coffee and making sure it’ll taste how everyone likes, until he hears my voice, his attention returning to my face. His eyes widen slightly when he sees the twin mugs, and he can’t help but roll his eyes.

“Oh god no. You’re not making me use those….” I let out a teasing laugh, just quiet enough to not cause too much noise for the hungover boys who are trying to sleep.

"Please tell me you and Atsumu picked these out yourselves, just out of pure brotherly love." I say innocently. He shakes his head and lets out a little scoff at the memory.

"Absolutely not. We did not pick those out ourselves. I think Bokutou got them for us as a gag gift last year for our birthday..."

"Well, all I know is..." I smile at him as I move closer to him as I hear the coffee finish dripping.

"I need to drink out of one of these. Immediately." I tease. Osamu sighs in exasperation, but he knows deep down he can’t really say no, so he just accepts his fate.

"Ugh...fine. Just...take the red one." He says with a little bit of annoyance in his voice as he lets out a huff and crosses his arms.

"Something told me the blue one was yours, but I didn't know you'd be so particular." I tease him as I move the mugs closer to him for him to pour the coffee, leaning forward slightly to see his reaction.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Go ahead and have your fun. I don’t care…”

I let out a little chuckle before taking my red mug and moving it to my side so it's not in his way, letting it cool before taking a sip. It's quiet except for the pouring of coffee, but something about the cabin this early is relaxing rather than eerie. After a couple minutes of us just drinking quietly, I turn to look at him.

"Can I help you make breakfast today? I'm starting to feel a little bad." I let out a sheepish chuckle at the fact that everyone seems okay pushing that duty onto him.

"Hm? Oh, sure. I definitely wouldn’t mind the help, as long as you know how to not burn the food." He says with a teasing tone in his voice and a smirk appearing on his face.

"I make no promises." I say it after I swallow nervously, chuckling as he starts to laugh.

After the smells of breakfast start to swarm, the hungover boys are starting to desire something else in their stomachs besides rotten alcohol. I greet them but as I watch Atsumu come inside the kitchen, I can't help but feel some kind of nerves around him. And then I wonder why and what changed so quickly within the days of being at the cabin. I feel self-conscious, but I try to hide it behind a shy wave to him. When Atsumu sees you give him a shy wave, his eyebrows raise slightly and he looks away for a moment before looking back and returning it with a small wave. I feel some weird satisfaction at the idea that he might also feel weird. It would mean I wasn't alone in it. We all finish breakfast with Bokutou yapping to replace the silence, somehow impervious to the communal hangover, and soon after, people are gaining their energy back and decide today we're going to go and find some of nature's best critters. At first, I think they're joking, but then I see them start to grab fishing gear and nets and I laugh at the absurdity that these college guys seem to be children.

I share a sidelong glance with Osamu and shrug affectionately, before I feel Atsumu's hand in mine and I look down at it in surprise. I look up at him as I start to trail behind him, but he's not even focused on looking at me, and I notice he's got his own backpack, and I can tell that he's excited himself. I feel nervous but also can't help but smile at how naturally this act is for him. I start to walk with him and the others as they head to a clearer view of the creek.

As the creek really comes into view, Bokutou suddenly lets out a yell of excitement, breaking the silence in the forest and making all of them jump slightly. Atsumu easily and quickly lets go of my hand, leaving a lingering warmth stinging my palm. I can't help but feel offput by how uninterested and cold he seems to be this morning. I thought he was just embarrassed earlier at breakfast, but was he acting? I bite my lip as I try to think of any reason to justify this, then just dismiss the idea with the fact that I'm probably overthinking it. 

I watch the boys set their backpacks down, and some have their swimsuits on (mostly Bokutou) but some start to wander around the area, giving a general idea that we're all just hanging out, not doing one activity. I watch Atsumu set down his backpack and I walk over and ask quietly, feeling a little out of place when he's not paying attention to me.

"What do you want to do?"

"I'm probably just gonna do some fishing for a while. Bokutou will probably go play around in the creek and maybe drag the rest of us with him. You can do whatever you want."

I'm slightly taken aback at his nonchalance, wondering if I just imagined his nerves earlier. I scan his body as he leans over to grab a bait box and some boys shout in his direction to go upstream so Bokutou wouldn't scare the fish away. I'm left in some kind of floundering feeling, worried about if he wasn't interested in spending time with me. And wondering why that bothers me. I scold myself internally before he starts to walk towards the fishing group.

"Wait." Atsumu has a neutral expression and raises an eyebrow, waiting for me to say whatever it is I wanted to say. I know he's probably tired, but I can't help but feel some sense of coldness from him. I walk quickly over to him and say quietly as I look at the other boys playing in the creek, out of earshot. "...Maybe we should fight."

He lets out a little scoff. "You want to fight? Sure, by the flagpole after school or...?" I can't suppress a smile at his joke and I can tell that he thinks he's funny too with the lift of his mouth, but for some reason it seems like he's trying to bury it. It curdles the coffee in my stomach.

"Not like, actually fight, like..." I look around and see that no one is paying attention to us. "Well, we'll be breaking up soon, so maybe we shouldn't be as...close." I suggest, but I feel some guilt creep into my stomach even though I know I shouldn't have any reason to be. I mean, he's obviously already pulling away. Atsumu’s smirk slowly fades, his expression is serious and concerned as he lets out a small sigh. He looks around to see if anyone’s listening before replying.

"Is that what you want?” He asks, his voice slightly soft, hinting at a bit of sadness. I look up and meet his eyes, the first time I really have today, and I'm surprised to see his concern. It makes the guilt in my stomach churn and I can't help but internally panic as my head swirls.

"What..." I start to breathe out my confusion, but I'm interrupted by the boys yelling at Atsumu to hurry up. I watch him shout back that he's coming, and I take a step back, feeling awkward. Atsumu looks into my eyes and he sees the confusion making a home there, and he can’t help but feel guilty for causing it. He doesn’t want to feel like this, but he’s not sure how to fix it. He can tell I feel awkward and distant, and it makes his heart sink slightly.

"I..." He hesitates, not sure what to say.

I make a motion with my hands with an awkward chuckle as I brush some hair out of my face. "Go." I say it with a smile, trying to reassure him, despite the fact that I know he can tell we're in a weird place. Still, he makes a motion to turn back and follow the guys. He hesitates for a moment before nodding slightly and turning to head upstream with the other guys, uneasiness making a home in his ribcage. I let out a little sigh but before I'm able to get too down, Bokutou and some of the other guys in the creek ahead of me call me over and I smile and run out towards them to join them, watching Atsumu's group walk off in my periphery. He feels a pang of loneliness watching how easy it is for me to walk away from him. It's not fair. He shakes off the thought before running up to follow the other guys. 

A while in, the boys in my group surround me as I show them how to catch crawdads by sneaking up behind them. They're all observing me as I catch one and they cheer loudly as I show off. I'm having a good time despite Atsumu's absence, and after another hour of the boys starting a contest to see who can catch the most, Osamu calls out that he made lunch.

Before we're able to judge how many they caught, they all run over to where the food was, and the crawdads are freed. I smile as I watch them, and I manage to step out of the creek as well, joining the groups of boys to eat. I see Atsumu and pause for a second, but I just scoot in to sit next to Bokutou and some others, trying to maintain some distance for some reason. I compliment Osamu and say he should open a restaurant or something for the onigiri, which makes him roll his eyes. While I'm stuffing my face, one of the boys calls out to me that I should get Atsumu to teach me to fish. I cough a little at the sudden suggestion.

Atsumu and I make eye contact as I swallow the rest of my onigiri with some water. I feel stuck between finding a slow way out of this fake relationship but still maintaining the fact that we are in that fake relationship. I stutter out an answer once I see Atsumu not really know how to answer it either. "Ah, sure, I guess."

"Yeah, I can teach you." He says, trying to keep his tone nonchalant, shrugging like he couldn't be bothered either way.

I nod and everyone continues on with their lunch. After lunch, I walk with Atsumu's group and a couple of boys have run off to find bugs, betting on the largest beetle they'll be able to find. We reach the place where they were fishing earlier, a bit of deeper water but still with flowing water down to the creek. The flowing water covers a lot of the silence, meaning people can't really hear Atsumu's and my conversation. It also has the unintended effect of allowing the tension between Atsumu and I go unnoticed. I look out at the area before Atsumu hands me one of the fishing poles. I hold it, slightly overwhelmed by the new and sudden activity. I look down at him as I see him grab something from the bait box. I shuffle over slightly and I make a sad and shocked face to see a little worm in his hand.

"No..." I let out a little sad sigh before looking at him wondering if I had to. Atsumu lets out a slight snort at my shock as he holds the wiggly creature out to me.

"You’ll be fine, it’s just a little worm." Atsumu lets out a little amused chuckle before motioning for me to lift the pole so he can help. I hold the fishing pole steady, but as I grab the hook at the end, I feel Atsumu's hand touch mine as he cups the hook in his slightly dirty hands as he furrows his eyebrow, trying to place the worm on the hook. As he concentrates, my eyes flit between his hands and his face, despite his focus, and I unconsciously touch his knuckles and hands as he tries to maneuver the bait on the hook. Even though he’s focusing on placing the worm, he notices the way my small hands seem to make his stomach flutter. I inhale as he finishes sentencing the tiny creature to a cruel and unusual fate and I turn slightly to try to hide my embarrassment at how close we were. I look out at the lake and hold my rod unsteadily,  awkwardly before looking at him for some direction.

I start to tense as he comes up behind me, and he shows me how to cast the rod. Once the rod is in the water, he takes a step back and I focus on the feeling but my attention is pulled when I hear some of his teammates hollering and whistling as they tease us. I can't help but feel my face turn red. Despite their teasing, I'm startled by Atsumu's hand on my bicep holding the rod and I jump and take a step in response, but my placement is awkward and I end up falling back into a shallow part of the creek, abandoning my fishing rod. I let out an embarrassed hiss as I hear his friends make a concerned but obnoxious sound nonetheless. As I shake out my hand that suffered some discomfort, I see the way Atsumu grimaces but snickers slightly with his friends as they playfully blame him, saying he pushed me in.

I hear Atsumu with his friends and in my irritation, I make a movement to get up by myself, slipping on a mossy rock and tumbling forward slightly and getting scratched by a branch in multiple places as I slip. I let out a little growl as the boys yell out that Atsumu should be helping me, and even though I agree, all of their reactions are pissing me off. I retrieve the pole and as Atsumu holds out a hand for me to grab, I slap it away before tossing the pole down. I start to walk towards a more secluded area near where we ate lunch, and I hear the receding sound of the boys 'oohing as they tease Atsumu about getting into trouble.

I look down at my hand and scowl once I see the pricks of blood from when I tried to stop my fall with the prickly branch. I walk towards what looks like a wash station and I crouch down to wash my hands and I let out a little wince as the scrape on my hand goes under. I ignore the sound of Atsumu following me, still embarrassed and irritated by everything that just went down. I hear the sound of him walking away and I let out a little sigh of relief and annoyance at his leave, but I turn around once I hear someone again and my eyes widen when I see Atsumu shake a small handheld first-aid kit. I look up at him skeptically.

"The doctor will see you now." Once again, he's still joking around while keeping me at arm's length. It's absolutely infuriating. I let out a little annoyed sigh before turning off the faucet and moving to stand up, holding my uninjured hand out for the kit expectantly.

"I'm fine." Atsumu rolls his eyes at my stubborn demeanor.

"You're not fine. You're bleeding. Just let me treat you." His tone implies that he's not leaving unless I accept the help. 

"Well, no thanks to you." I mumble under my breath, annoyed as I move to sit down at one of the picnic tables nearby. Atsumu lets out a scoff at the dig. He’s annoyed with my attitude, but he follows and takes a seat across from me.

“It’s not my fault you fell. You weren’t even paying attention.”

"Well, maybe it could be your fault." I mutter as I rest an elbow on the table and sit turned out from the table, not looking at him as I study my newly washed scrape on my palm. Atsumu's annoyance reaches its peak at the idea that I'm blaming him for something he had no part in.

"How could it possibly be my fault?" He asks with a hint of irritation in his voice, clearly not pleased with the responsibility of watching over my own clumsiness. I let out a little annoyed sigh, still not looking at him nor receiving his help.

"If it's your fault, maybe we'll make this more believable." I mutter out before sighing and letting out a humorless chuckle and following it up with. "Well, maybe they don't need convincing. It's pretty clear we're not a good match in the first place."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He asks in a defensive tone, offended by the implication and hurt by the idea that I agree.

"Forget it." I scoff and hold out my hand to grab the first-aid kit from him, raising an eyebrow expectantly, but my eyes narrow as he shakes his head and moves to sit next to me, instead expecting me to give him my hand. "Just give it to me."

"No,” he says firmly. “Let me do it." Atsumu gestures impatiently for my injured hand.

"Why should I?" I respond harshly, before my eyes follow one of his fingers pointing at my face. I feel an itch once it's brought to my attention and I bring a hand to my face to feel the scratch from the branch that escaped my notice. As I pull my hand back down, I see the remnants of blood. I continue to stare dumbfounded at the evidence of a bleeding cut on my face but my attention is regained as he firmly holds my hand, getting some gauze and alcohol out to disinfect it. I don't have the energy to fight him so I just look away.

"Why should you? The better question is why shouldn't you?"  My face scrunches up slightly with the sting, but as I look away and hear the boys near the creek, overall exhausted and overwhelmed, I feel a lump in my throat and my lip trembles as I try to hide the tears that threaten to fall. Atsumu glances in the direction of the team's screams of delight before returning to his mission, his hand stopping as his eyes catch on my lips. He pauses for a moment, his eyes darting back up to my face just to see the evidence of distress marring my features, turning his eyebrows out with concern.

I avert my eyes as I feel his gaze and I pull my hand back as I feel him place the bandage on it. I don't look back at him, even though I know that he's going to eventually want to treat the cut on my face, but I'm too embarrassed and angry to do anything but breathe through my nostrils, begging my body to not start crying. I spare a glance towards him before shaking my injured hand out to try to give an excuse. "It just hurts." I lie, trying to give a reason to my almost tears. When I take a glimpse up at his face and see that his expression hasn't changed at all, I whine at my inability to fool him. "I'm serious." I feel a tear escape my eyes leading to more, as I try to swipe at one on my cheek, I smear the salty liquid with the blood of the cut and I wince slightly, gritting my teeth.

Atsumu sighs when he sees this and sets down the first-aid kit before reaching for my face with a gentleness that surprises even himself. I twitch as he reaches for my face and I let out a low whine at his movement, not wanting to be seen in this vulnerable and pathetic state as I feel more tears betray my desire. His heart softens slightly, and he silently scolds himself for being slightly annoyed by my attitude. Ignoring my obvious reluctance, he gently cups my face and tilts my head slightly for easier access to the injury. He starts to clean it carefully, ignoring my obvious emotional state, out of seeming respect for my plea to not pay attention to it. I feel my breaths get a little staggered as I try to stifle the crying and I look away from him as he tilts my head up to clean my cut, and I wince and scrunch up my face with the stinging sensation, sending more tears down my cheeks and I protest softly. "It really stings." I lie again.

He gently cleans the cut, but he sees the wince and scrunch up due to the stinging sensation, causing more tears to slide down my rosy cheeks. He lets out a small scoff, recognizing that my protest isn't honest and he responds gently, his tone slightly firm. "Hold still. It'll be over soon." Once the wound is clean, I see him grab a smaller bandage and focus on placing it on the cut. I watch his face with the tears starting to subside as I sniff and watch his reactions, the annoyance leaving me like it was trapped in my tears.  As he finishes placing the bandage, he holds my face for a moment longer, his thumbs gently brushing away any remaining tears from my cheeks, his eyes gliding smoothly over my skin like the tears. I stare at him as my breathing tries to get back to normal and I feel his fingers leaving my skin cool, red and slightly damp. I feel an intense feeling in my chest as he looks at me, so I look down despite his hands holding my face, my eyelashes still shining with the excess moisture left from my emotional outburst.

He clears his throat before speaking, his tone slightly softer than usual. "Feeling better now?"

I look up at him after steeling myself more and I sniff and give him a little grin and exhale in a small amusement.

"...Maybe they'll believe we broke up if I just show up like this." I let out a little chuckle, my eyes puffy and disastrous from my mental breakdown.

"Yeah, you look like shit." Atsumu's pearly whites are grinning in the sincere way that comforts me, hoping that the wall he'd put up earlier is finally down for good. I decide to take a chance with it, teasing him right back.

"Yeah, well, that's what dating you will do to a girl." I snort as I move my legs over the picnic table moving to stand up. I nod my head towards the boys. "Let's go before I start looking like an emotionally stable individual."

"Yeah, we can't have that. Wouldn't want to ruin the illusion that you have to put up with me."

"Absolutely devastating."

Chapter Text

I'm busy contemplating how to go about ending our fake dating arrangement, ignoring the twinge in my stomach, when a paper plate with barbecued meat is shoved in my face. That same stomach gives a decided growl as I sit crumpled up on an outdoor sofa. I look up to see the brown eyes of the person I'm breaking up with, when the fire lights up his hair enough to see that it's a more muted color. I ignore the slight disappointment as I smile up at Osamu.

"Oh, I was going to get some later, you don't have to-I mean I couldn't-" I start to protest awkwardly, but Osamu just shakes his head like he knew I was going to cause a fuss, waving a dismissive hand as he basically grabs my hands to take the plate.

"It's no big deal, just take it."

I give him an appreciative and bashful smile before digging in and I sigh in relief as Osamu goes back and gets a plate for himself. I hear Hinata excitedly yelling for people to gather for shots and I look suspiciously at Osamu opening a soda can. He lets out a relaxed exhale before plopping down beside me, and after another sip, his eyes catch on my raised eyebrow. "What do you think you're doing?"

A shrug and a casual tone. "What? Can't a guy enjoy a soda?"

I lean forward towards him and squint to look at the soda as he holds it out towards me, examining the brand and content with scrutiny. "What kind is it?"

Osamu brings the can back to his eyeline, trying to see what I'm not seeing, looking at me with an amused grin. "Why, you want a sip?"

"Yeah, actually." I grab the can appreciatively and I take a swig, letting out a little sound of approval as I nod. "That's good...let's trade." I mischievously hand him my beer can, leading to Osamu's narrowed eyes turn into exasperation with a grin that suggests he's actually enjoying my attempt to make him drink. He swings his hand to take the beer can begrudgingly, leading to me laughing as he examines it with a face of disgust. 

"You sure you want to do this?"

"What, see you get shit-faced?" I pretend to contemplate, a finger on my chin as I take a moment to look off in the distance. A confident nod. "Yeah, I'm sure."

"Only for you." He raises the beer can in a mocking toast before taking a swig and I try to settle the flutters in my stomach at the statement while the boys see their Resident Designated Driver let go of the reins for the last night. The very same stick in the mud shouts for everyone to fuck off, only furthering his friends' delight. I laugh and I only really notice that my eyes went straight for Atsumu like a habit when I see his intense stare looking back. My face heats from more than just the campfire, but his face quickly settles into disinterest, turning his head to chug the rest of his beer. A part of me tenses with the look in his eyes and I recall our conversation back from the hike in regret. 

"You seriously want to do this?" Atsumu had scoffed at my reiteration that we should appear less 'together' by the end of the trip. My heart twinged at the idea but his apathetic and slightly bad attitude made it easily for me to act as if this was going according to plan.

"Well, yeah, if we're still sticking to the plan." I raise an eyebrow at him like I can't understand why he seems to put off by the idea. Or maybe he's just put off by me.

The blonde didn't inspire confidence as he shrugged plainly, sticking his hands in his pockets before walking ahead of me, already focused on putting the plan into motion.

I wonder if he's upset that Osamu is taking all the attention at the moment. As I look in his direction curiously, leaning forward unconsciously. I take another sip of the soda when I catch myself doing it, trying to encourage my body to slip into a relaxed state. The lip of the can freezes at my lips, my eyes widening as I feel fingers brush at the side of my face, tucking hair behind my ear, making my injury fully visible to Osamu. The peripheral of him at my side, leaning in, makes it hard to turn my head to fully face him, but I can tell that his face is warped in concern at the new sight.

"Where did that come from?" He asks, a careful finger tracing near the band-aid covered scratch.

"Ah..." I turn to him but give a sidelong glance to Atsumu, not sure why. He's getting egged on to shotgun a beer, which seems to be a talent of his. I watch, forgetting the conversation for a second as I study the trails of beer gliding down his chin and throat. The playboy grins in victory as he holds up the crushed can for his team and they cheer, and as I'm about to try to resume my conversation, his head tilts up to the sky, his sharp profile in all its glory against the fire's glow. I feel my jaw slacken slightly right before I feel his dark eyes cut to mine in a sidelong glance. I only warm further when his upturned lips lazily reveal his canines and he somehow makes me feel like I've been caught.

"I just tripped and a branch caught me." I speak the sentence out in a rush as I try to run away from the sensation of Atsumu's attention. Osamu's eyes must have been following my gaze, because when I turn back to him, his eyebrows are drawn together slightly, his jaw a little tense as he looks at his twin. However, his gaze quickly returns to the scratch on my face as he lets out a little intrigued hum at my answer. I lean back to eat the rest of the food on my plate, tilting my head down to let my hair cover most of the bandage again.

After everyone is thoroughly filled with their share of meat, someone suggest playing suikawari and they all let out a loud drunken cheer, some dancing. I glance at Osamu as he just opens his second beer at the grill, clearing up the leftovers. I decide to leave my resident spot to join him, desperate for a little company since it appears like Atsumu is more invested in keeping the party going than conspiring with his 'girlfriend'. 

"At this rate, they won't even need to be spun around." I snort, nodding towards the boys starting to gather watermelons from God knows where.

"Now where the hell did those come from..." Osamu looks almost suspicious at their conjuring, the corner of his mouth tugged upwards in amusement before taking another swallow of amber liquid. "I wonder if they'll even be able to hit the melon in the first place."

I laugh as I try to ignore the sense of distance pulled taut between my estranged 'boyfriend' and me. I know that's the goal and it's also the reason he's being doing the same, but I can't help but dislike the feeling. I stand on my tiptoes to try to get a better view of the game (and maybe Atsumu) when Osamu chuckles and gives me a shove to go on already. I move through the crowd slightly before I hear someone acknowledge my arrival, a drunk grin from Inuoka, but it's too loud to carry on a conversation when I jolt as Bokutou smashes the final watermelon, the ground a bloody mess of pulpy innards. Bokutou pounds his chest, declaring himself the king of suikawari while the rest of the boys (except for Hinata) look at the ground with more hesitation and less appetite than they anticipated. Still, it must not mean much to the king, for his generosity demands Hinata go around and distribute the bounty.

I nibble along the chunk of rind I was allotted, wiping at my moist chin with my sleeve as my eyes beg around the atmosphere to who I really want to spend time with. Atsumu stands a bit further from the crowd now, at the porch railing instead of the campfire, no watermelon in sight, but a beer can being nursed. I try to leave it be, but I can't help but want to speak to him so I break my own rules with a sigh as I toss the watermelon and head up the rickety wooden steps. 

"Hey." I greet tentatively.

"Hm?" Atsumu barely spares me a look as he continues to observe his team from a slight vantage point. I move to his side but obviously at a distance, not wanting to annoy him with my lack of conviction to our plot. I attempt a joke, trying to keep it lighthearted as I point to his beer.

"How many have those have you had?" I laugh.

"Not enough." He lets out a bitter chuckle, tilting his head at his can like it's useless. I let out a little nervous chuckle as I glance back to his drink, then purse my lips as I try to get more information out of him.

"...Are we good?" He barely even falters, not meeting my gaze but using a lazy wrist to swirl the rest of the liquid in his can as he holds it over the railing. He gives another half-shrug, not bothering with a full one for something so unimportant as my question.

"Depends on what you mean by that."

"I...uh, I mean that..." I trail off, trying to figure out what I did exactly mean.

Atsumu lets out a little sigh of exasperation, like talking to me is tedious. He finally turns his attention to me, placing his back against the railing as he lets his arms dangle, tapping an impatient finger against the can.  "Come on, can you ask a more specific question? I need a little more to go off of here."

I wince a little. "Well, you're not like, upset with me."

Atsumu can't help but chuckle at the slightly pained expression on my face. He thinks over the words for a moment, his eyes moving towards the corner of the porch awning, drawing my attention to the fact that they seem unfocused, only furthering indicating his lack of sobriety. 

"Upset? Nah, not really." He shrugs, taking another sip of his beer. I can tell he's trying to make sure the words are separated and not slurred, clear. "Just a little annoyed."

I let out a nervous chuckle with his answer and play with the tab of my drink as I glance towards the boys making a ruckus about getting out some sparklers.

"Not with me though, right?" I inquire with a smile, trying to meet his eyes for a moment, like I can convince myself we're good if he would just look at me.

He raises an eyebrow slightly and responds with a slightly sarcastic tone. "Well, it's not like you've given me a reason to be upset." Atsumu gives me a bitter smile and nod, barely concealing his disdain. I try not to cringe at his harshness when his eyes lift with a finger, as if just remembering a point, his tone curious. "Oh, but I did want to commend you on your acting ability. You look as though you cannot wait to sink your claws into the next guy to walk by." His head tilts like it's heavy from the alcohol, which it very well could be, some hair falling into his face as he looks up at me through his sooty lashes. It's so easy to find him beautiful even as he tears at my innards with his condescension. "Still, maybe you could be a little less predictable by choosing someone other than...well, I don't know...the one person on the planet who looks exactly like me...?" Atsumu chuckles darkly before leaning back slightly now, looking down at me more than just figuratively. "But I guess it's more realistic. A face like mine is hard to resist once you've had a taste."

As if he didn't just completely insult me and insinuate my intentions with his twin, Atsumu continues to drink his beer casually, the only thing intense his eyes on me. Like he wants to drink in my humiliation. Swim in it. I only realize my mouth is gaping slightly once the hot air sweeps over my dry tongue, my eyelids flutter in surprise at having to return to reality after a casual murder of my character at the hands of my fake boyfriend. I hold back the sting of tears in my eyes as I accuse him with a stern expression, my voice low and gravelly. "You're drunk."

"What, you don't think it's true?" Atsumu chuckles as he sets his beer can down intentionally, softly against the railing before heaving a deep breath and walking towards me, cockiness (and intoxication) obvious in his gait. I shake my head like I can shake off his approach, feeling strangled by the tension and anger sparking between us, but he doesn't allow it as his large hand moves to my chin, holding firmly as I tense. I'm worried he'll hurt me for a brief moment before his thumb starts caressing the skin, his mouth chuckling darkly as his eyes focus on my pursed lips. His hand turns my face to inspect it, and my body complies at the mercy of his discretion. "You've never had me, so what would you know?" 

I let out a shuddering sigh, trying to ignore the bubbling of anticipation in my gut and try to focus on the hurt in my brain at his comments. He's made me feel cheap and I swing a hand out to swat his away. "Do you realize how much of a jerk you're being?"

"No. Maybe." He laughs like a hiccup, uncontrollable but swift, his eyes getting bright after seeing my reaction. I almost freeze with how baffled I am at the switch in his drunken demeanor. "Girls like that." 

Wait...is he trying to...? My eyes widen in genuine shock and my body shaking with my livid state. I let out the most derisive scoff I can muster. "Are you fucking with me? If this is your idea of flirting, maybe you should stick to fake girlfriends." I give his tall muscled body a once-over trying to maintain disgust in my eyes versus desire. "God knows that's all you'll manage." 

I pivot so quickly, I feel my messy locks swing around my shoulder, my chin raised in triumph at the last word when I'm jerked back to reality with a large hand enveloping my wrist easily, and I can feel the pulse of apology in the warmth. Before I can even manage to rip it out of his grasp or turn around to berate him, I feel his immense frame press against my entire back, his hand gently caressing my wrist as if he's already sorry for treating me roughly. My eyes widen as I hear him sigh heavily, resting his cheek against my shoulder as I paralyze with the flip in behavior. "Don't go." He says it quietly, almost pathetically against my neck, like it's taking all his energy and pleading to have me by his side. I blink as I remain unsure of what to do. Atsumu nuzzles his nose against the damp hair at my nape, breathing in deeply and it sends a shiver right up my spine to meet at my neck. I suddenly get a twist of anxiety at how I might smell after sweating from the campfire's heat but he lets out a hum of contentment, his fingers moving from gently caressing my wrist to run up my arm and I know he can feel the way my skin trembles under the attention.

"A-" I'm not sure if I mean to say his name or what was going to exit my mouth before he murmurs into my neck, only letting go of my arm to wrap a rogue strand of hair around his finger, like he's playing with a doll.

"Please don't be mad." Atsumu slurs out the words now and I wonder if this switch in behavior can only be attributed to his newfound desire to fold into his intoxication. 

I don't know how to respond, my breathing ragged as he remains glued to me, almost hanging off me with the inebriation. Someone calls out that we're doing sparklers and I use the excuse to move forward as quickly as possible, ignoring the loss of heat and his request at the same time. I ponder how I feel distracted as I move to hold a sparkler, my own mind swimming in alcohol, annoyed at myself to have let myself had so much to drink when I wait for a lighter to come around. I'm staring at the sparkler lit beside me, before my eyes widen at the light sparking my own with its heat. I look up just a little bit to see Atsumu's heavy head hanging down to meet my gaze, a boyish grin on his face. I can't help but feel my heart swell at his expression, even though it had just been one of the coldest faces I've seen all week. Even the memory makes me shudder. 

"You're welcome." He responds, his tone slightly teasing, but there's a hint of something else behind it - something almost tender.

I look at him skeptically, trying to assess his state of mind. The longer I scan his handsome features, the more I'm convinced that he doesn't have any malice stuck in between the enjoyment of our last summer night together. I take a deep breath as I return to my sparkler, the light warming and jumping at me. I look back to Atsumu for just a second, and when I see the sparks reflected in his deep brown eyes, excited and bright regardless of the drunk nature of their host, I can't help but feel my anger fade. Slowly. I shift my feet slightly and I look at the boys and my sparkler before speaking again, carefully.

"Forget all that stuff I said, about...fighting. We can come up with something later. Let's just have a good last night, yeah?" I give him a questioning glance, wondering what his reaction will be. Atsumu watches my face for a moment, his expression unreadable before responding.

"Yeah...Let's just have a good night." I feel a sense of relief but also uneasiness from his response.

I craft a smile to give him but the light dims as our sparklers go out.

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The blind lead the blind as hours pass by and the boys go from running around drunk to passed out drunk, the others giggling as they start a whole service of using bedsheets to drag the bodies into the cabin. I would be impressed with the innovation if I wasn't so overly focused on sobering up, which was easier than I thought. All I had to do was think about tomorrow. The trip ending. Not seeing Atsumu again. Even though he hurt me and infuriates me, I can't get the notion that it's not worth never seeing him again out of my mind. Right when I exhale hopelessly, I see someone approach and my mind fills in the gaps for me at the stumbling drunk.

"Not right now, Atsu-" 

"Boo. You can't even tell." A voice normally placid gives a little chuckle and when I look up to see a pouty lip on a slackened smile, I'm shocked to find Atsumu's twin looking at me with muddied eyes and slightly unkempt hair. 

"Holy shit, that's you, Osamu?" I let out a little choke of laughter as the surprise turns my mood at Osamu's intoxication. "Oh my god, well, how do you feel, buddy?" 

Osamu gives a little bashful shrug, his shoulders almost reaching his ears and I chuckle on the outdoor sofa, putting my hands in my pockets to avoid accidentally touching him when he's looking so cute. "Just peachy. You?"

"Peachy, huh?" I chuckle as I raise an eyebrow at his inebriated state, but still maintaining that Osamu charm. He's chosen to keep me company by sitting with a little bounce, like the impact of a cushion was enough to knock the collegiate athlete out. I lean in to get a better look at a drunk Osamu, knowing he might never appear again, especially for me. Osamu, surprisingly, looks different than Atsumu drunk. He's more subtle but it's like he can't stop smiling. His inhibitions must keep him tucked in safe because he seems much younger and playful than I thought he would be. I lean back with a laugh and place an elbow against the back of the bench, examining him with a smile. "Funny, I thought you'd be a sleepy drunk."

Osamu gives me a frown, pulling his brows down and I bite my lip to avoid squealing at how cute it is. "I'm not sleepy. I'm happy." I suppress the chuckle as I let him know I see that now. He raises an eyebrow and gives me a curious look before speaking again. "How come you're not drunk? You've been sitting here all night."

"Oh, didn't you hear? You have to drink to get drunk. Sitting doesn't do anything nowadays." I roll my eyes at such an atrocity and somehow even drunk, he's able to catch my sarcasm easily as he lets out a light laugh, a lazy smirk accompanying the weight settling in his bones as his body starts to relax.

"Oh, really? Damn, I thought sitting here and looking pretty would do the trick. Guess I've been doing it wrong this whole time. My bad." His brown eyes are hazy and I can tell he's really attempting good humor, and he's honestly not bad. I laugh as I encourage it. 

"Oh, you're calling yourself pretty now?"

"You don't think I'm pretty?" Osamu leans in once more and my eyes widen as he pouts a little, scanning my face for my answer before I'm able to speak it. His eyes are glittering in the dying firelight and I'm unsure of how to say I do without feeling like I'm flirting with him. But like Atsumu seemed so happy to point out to me earlier, I guess I'll be "single" by tomorrow. I avoid that sentiment by shaking my head at Osamu, playfully chiding him. 

"Careful, you're starting to sound like your twin."

"Nah, I'm handsomer." 

"Okay, now you're just obviously sloshed." I laugh as I lean forward slightly and pull at his cheeks, unable to stop myself from teasing him when he's this drunk.

"Hate to break it to you, but you guys are identical twins. Do you know what that means?" I patronize him with a smile.

"Just because we look the same doesn't mean we're equally handsome." Osamu slurs out the cocky line with a smile and he almost looks so much like Atsumu, my tipsy mind boggles. 

"Twin logic, I guess." I say it quietly, trying to rope in my desire as I look away towards the fire, watching another lift of a poor unconscious body, searching for my 'boyfriend'. 

"I like this." Despite his inebriated state, Osamu's gaze hasn't left my profile as I wave at the boys retreating into the cabin. It must be close to 2 AM now. I turn back to look at what Osamu must be looking at, but he's nodding solemnly like he's decided on something.  I look at him in confusion and my eyes look to his abandoned can on the table and I shake my head with a chuckle.

"I'm glad, but I think that should be your last one for-" 

"Not that." Osamu's lilt in his voice speaks of playful exasperation, along with a tilt of his head, catching my eye so I'm no longer eyeing the beer. "This." Osamu says it coolly as he lifts the back of his hand to graze the apple of my cheek. My eyes widen and I laugh loudly, trying to mask the pounding of my heart, taken off guard by his compliment.

"Okay...time for bed." 

"Aw, come on. I was just having fun." I give him a skeptical smile but I hear the front door open and I look over to see Atsumu drunkenly walking over. The understanding dawns on me that he must've been part of the emergency bedsheet services taking the boys inside, and that's why I didn't see him. I had a new victim for him as I point accusingly at Osamu.

"Your brother needs to go to bed." Atsumu walks over with a slightly stumbling gait, clearly inebriated himself. He grins at my comment about Osamu and responds with his own lazy smirk.

"Yeah? Sounds like a good plan to me."

As Atsumu comes into the light of the dying campfire as well, my eyes widen at how hazy Atsumu's eyes seem to be and the slight sway in his posture. My eyes flit between both of them and I start to laugh at the absurdity. "Okay, I don't know which of you needs more help right now." After one brief moment of both their faces returning to a neutrality meant to convince, they both lift sudden fingers accusingly towards the other. It's so endearingly twin-like I can't help but giggle, wondering how their parents ever dealt with such mischief. As Atsumu steps closer, the light from the remaining campfire illuminates his face, emphasizing the difference in his drunken state. His usually sharp focus is replaced by a lazy smile, and his usual precision is clearly lacking. A stalemate seems to appear swiftly but Osamu is quick to abdicate his position, letting out a groan of effort as he lifts himself off the couch, grinning down at me.

"Well, I guess I should leave the lovebirds." Osamu winks at me, but there's a furrow in his brow that has me studying the expression just for that one second. I'm a little embarrassed knowing the only person who was left was the one who knew we weren't lovebirds at all. I blush and start to stutter out a protest, but he just waves back with a chuckle. Atsumu calls out goodnight, then takes Osamu's seat on the bench, both of us staring quietly at the receding campfire, the loud chatter of boys long gone from the party. I bring my knees up to my chest just to get comfortable on the lounge and I look over to a drunk Atsumu, and I wonder what he's focusing on since we've been quiet for a little while. Atsumu relaxes on the bench, his usual smirk still plastered on his face. He seems slightly more composed now that he's sitting down, but the hint of alcohol definitely hasn't left his system.

He breaks the silence, his voice a bit lazy but still somewhat clear. "You cold?" I look at him confused but when I track his eyeline to my hoodie, I let out a little laugh at the misunderstanding, waving a hand dismissively.

"Oh, this? No, not really, it's just comfortable like this." I wrap my arms around my legs and smile at him, then look at him worried. "Oh, are you cold?"

Atsumu smiles at my explanation, his bleary eyes watching closely how my mouth moves with the expression. When Atsumu realizes I'm waiting on his answer, he scans his memory for the question. He gives a slight shrug, the alcohol still slightly affecting his coordination. "Eh, I'm okay. I can handle it." He says it confidently, but there's a slight shiver in his voice that betrays his words.

I observe him and I can't help the corners of my mouth turning up in a smile at him pretending he's not cold with the dying campfire. I let out a little sound as I move my legs and grab the edge of my oversized hoodie. "Well, here you can have my-" My eyes widen as I feel his hands on me, easily grasping the edge of my offering and pulling me closer to him, my knees turning toward him in surprise.

"Wow, you're impatient. Calm down, I'm about to take it off."

Atsumu grins at my startled exclamation and feels your skin shiver slightly as his cold hands brush against my midsection. He chuckles, enjoying the reaction. "Can you blame me? I'm cold, you're warm. It's a natural response." Atsumu's deep brown eyes seem to sparkle with a mischievous glint and I suddenly feel like this might be a dangerously precarious ledge to dance along. I laugh and move to pry his hands off the fabric.

"Okay, calm down, let me get it off first." Atsumu playfully resists my efforts to pry his hands away, his grip only tightening. He laughs along with me, my wariness not extending to the blonde. 

"But I'll freeze without your warmth. How am I supposed to survive like this?" He grins, clearly not intending to let go anytime soon. He teasingly holds onto the hoodie, his eyes locked on mine with a combination of playfulness and desire.

"Wow, acting tough lasted you like..." I remove a hand from his as I recognize the futility, playfully squinting at my unadorned wrist for the time. "...Five seconds?"

Atsumu gives me a lazy shrug but pulls on the fabric gently but steadily so that my feet eventually touch his thigh. "Hey, I never said I was tough, only cold."

I let out another laugh as I try to resist his playful pulling and the easy flirting coming from his intoxication, feeling tickled with delight at his behavior. Probably because of my own alcohol consumption. "Dude, I can't take it off if you hold on!"

Atsumu laughs along with me and stubbornly holds, refusing to let go. The more he watches the way my mouth lifts in carefree laughter, his eyes can't seem to have enough. They widen and narrow at the way the movement captivates him. His hands tug me closer, begging the sound to fill every cell of his being. "Don't care, too cold."

As he pulls me closer, I let out a little noise as I fall back a little, resulting with one of my legs ending up on his and I start to panic laugh. "You're way too drunk."

His thigh tingles with the contact, skin warming already at the idea of me in his lap. He shakes his head as he slurs out the words. "Nah, just... just the right amount. And you're just the right amount of warm."

"Okay, Goldilocks." Atsumu hums out some sort of sound of contentment before lunging at me with the false sense of security, tickling me mercilessly. I laugh and kick out slightly, trying to get further away from his large and gentle hands, determined on making me pay. With the crying of uncle, he finally lets his breathless chuckles die on his lips, but his smile remains as he towers over me, in his excitement pressing us to lie down on the cushions. I let out a little soft exhale at the way his voice sounds and the smell of alcohol on his breath, and I look at his eyes confused but a smile tugging at my mouth. Still, I swallow whatever vibe he's trying to create by sitting up to pull the hoodie off to finally give to him.

Atsumu feels a sense of loss from my movement as he sits back against his heels on the couch, but his body is warming with satisfaction at the way his behavior is seeping underneath my flushed skin. "Do you need help?" Atsumu swallows against a dry, hoarse voice as he watches me start to grip the fabric, imagining what it'd feel like to remove more. I let out a little laugh from inside my hoodie as I still maneuver it off of me, resulting in the muffling of my voice.

I laugh as I finally pull my hoodie off, the back of my hair a little messed up from the action and I let out a little huff of exertion and satisfaction. "Does it look like I need help?" I give him a little laugh as his eyes stick to the frizzes that accompany my newly revealed state, my tilted head slightly heavy with my own inebriation, leading him to swallow against a sandpaper throat. He slurs slightly, his eyes lingering on the exposed skin of my shoulders. "...Cute." His catchphrase for me has subtly sounded like a whisper, something hard for him to choke out into the night, an observation that if looked at too closely would reveal too much. 

"Atsumu, you're exactly the kind of drunk I always thought you'd be."

The blonde's eyes jerk up, glassy and wide, surprised that I'm still able to respond when he feels thrown out to an ocean of desire. The alcohol swimming in his veins makes it harder and harder to resist grasping and admiring every new patch of skin he might've seen before but not now. Not when I'm right here. I toss my hoodie at his face, making his gaze no longer on my body as I cross my arms to cover my tank top slightly in jest, continuing when I see that he's too intoxicated to respond.

"A flirt."

He takes the hoodie in one hand, his eyes returning to mine as my hands move across my skin to steal his glances instead. Atsumu tries to return to his casual nature by chuckling and shrugging, leaning back all the while praying to get himself under control. "You're not wrong about that."

I groan playfully before standing up, and grabbing my hoodie back. As his eyes widen in surprise, I start to move to dress him and laugh as I try to stick his muscular arms into my hoodie. I groan in annoyance that he's too big for it even with it being oversized, but unwilling to give up in my stupor. His grin is sharpened with the reveal of his canines as he drinks in the determined way I'm manhandling him, enjoying my touch probably way too much. He's a bit surprised by the assertiveness and can't help but be endeared by my struggling face and the tongue at the corner of my mouth as I concentrate. I move somewhat forward to gain more leverage, placing a careful knee next to his as I manage to get his arms in, despite his lack of cooperation.

"You're the one who wanted it!" I whine. "Why am I the one having to do this?"

Atsumu's body stiffens as he glances up at me, almost sitting on his lap from how much I'm trying to get him dressed. His intoxicated body can't help a wave of desire pulling at his stomach and begging him to put his hands on me, but he tries his best to resist it, clenching his hands on his own thighs rather than wrapping around mine. My whining and the breathiness in my voice doesn't help as he breathes through his nostrils, willing his body to calm down before I notice.

"You're just... stronger than me," he teases, his voice laced with playful sarcasm. As he says the last comment, I manage to pull the hoodie over his head, messing up his hair more than it was already, considering he's been sloppily drunk. I laugh in triumph and I place my hands on his biceps and give him a skeptical look, his biceps flexing involuntarily with the desire to make me feel more of him. 

"Oh, obviously." I roll my eyes before making a movement to step back.

"Well, actually..." Atsumu studies his arms in my hoodie before moving to show off his guns playfully. I make a little noise of protest but I'm smiling as he flexes.

"Don't! You'll rip it." I'm reaching for the sleeves when I feel something wrap around my wrist gently. I look down at the hand encircling my skin before looking back down at him in confusion, my knee still at his side, now that my body feels less balanced than before. Seeing my incredulity, he lets out a little sigh before squeezing my wrist lightly, looking at me seriously for a moment, eyes glimmering in the dying light.

"Stop trying to leave." His voice is slightly insistent but more than that, it's almost like a plea. I let out a little amused exhale through my nose and I tilt my head at him. sarcastically sympathetic with a smile.

"The trip ends tomorrow, you know." I let out a sad chuckle, trying to get back to a lighthearted air even though I'm just as disappointed by the fact. "Everyone's leaving." 

Atsumu falters slightly and he releases my wrist, letting his hand drop to his side. He looks at me with a mixture of playfulness and disappointment, maybe trying to follow my lead and follow the atmosphere back to where it's safe. "Ugh, don't remind me." He sulks for a moment before the alcohol takes over, and he regains his usual lazy smirk. He crosses his arms, his broad chest filling out my hoodie tightly, which I am endlessly thankful for. "You gotta give me something to remember you by, or I'll miss you too much."

I cross my own arms to mimic him and laugh as I raise my eyebrows, entertained by his nature but also slightly confused. "You'll be fine without me." I wave a dismissive hand, trying to get rid of my own sinking feeling. "You've got people lining up to date you, not even fake." 

Atsumu continues to sulk for a moment, his pout resembling that of a scolded child who had his favorite toy taken away. He leans forward to meet my eyes, looking up through inky tipsy lashes as his eyes beg for my attention, intense and smoldering like the fire behind me, warming my spine. "It's different now that I know what I'm missing."

"Har har har, very funny. You know I've been a pain since the moment I got here." I beg my heart to stop jumping up and down at the idea that he might be saying more than he is, finally moving my knee away from him, uncomfortable with his stare as I move to sit beside him again, a little further away. Atsumu's eyes track me like a cat tracks its prey, obviously unhappy with the new distance between us.

"Yeah, you have. And yet I still want more of you." He replies, his voice still slightly slurred but laced with genuine honesty. He lets out a soft exhale, his eyes studying my face in an almost intoxicated fascination. My eyes widen slightly as I freeze in confusion. I let out a little awkward laugh, before looking at him like he's just messing with me.

"Okay, you're really drunk."

The alcohol seems to have emboldened him, as he continues to speak without his usual filter. "I mean it, though. I want more of you. I wanna spend more time with you."

I let out a little sigh of relief, trying to make the sentences he's saying work in my head. I give him a little playful pat on his arm as he leans in. "Oh, well, I'm not going to bed right now."

Atsumu rolls his heavy eyes up into his head as he leans against the back of the couch. Fuck, why is she like this? He groans low in his throat at the effort it takes for me to get what he's saying, always giving him a reason to pause. His mind is fuzzy and the rational part of him wants him to save the talking for tomorrow, when he's sober, but his body says he needs mine close. 

As my eyes study his body as his legs stretch out, I watch the way his neck extends so elegantly against the night's shadows and light from the forgotten campfire. I squirm slightly but cross my legs to ignore whatever my body wants to do with his. I let out a little chuckle as I give a sidelong glance to the crackling embers in front of us. "Careful, Casanova, you might give me the wrong idea if you keep talking like that."

"The wrong idea? What do you mean?" Atsumu's lounging form jolts to attention suddenly as he moves closer to get my eyes to meet his. Mine widen in surprise at his reaction and I chuckle nervously, letting out a sigh of embarrassment at where my thoughts have taken me. Slightly unnerved by the idea, I start playing with a thread on my shorts, shrugging as I mumble out.

"That you want...more than this." I gesture around us playfully. He lets out a soft sigh of his own and glances from the fire, to the woods, to the cabin, and back to me, his eyes hazy with alcohol.

"More... than this. Yeah. I'd take that." He responds, his tongue loose and unfiltered in his semi-inebriated state. I let out a little chuckle at his inebriation, thinking he really doesn't know what I'm implying. I prop my elbow against the back of the couch and look at him affectionately and nod my head like he's a child, a thigh crossing on the cushion.

"Mhm." I tease as I nod with understanding. He cocks his head slightly, mirroring the pose by propping his own elbow against the back of the couch and studying me intently. His gaze is intense, the alcohol making his usual filters non-existent. He speaks in a somewhat slurred voice.

"You know... I think we should kiss." Part of him, the brain, screams out that this was a horrible time to blurt out whatever desire is pulsing through his alcohol-soaked veins, but his eyes are devouring the way my skin is lit by the fire and his legs are begging him to move closer and closer to me until there's no space between us. He can't help himself as he waits for my reaction, delighted at catching me off guard and also genuinely terrified at my answer.

My eyes widen a little but I just let out a little scoff with a smile, ignoring the way my blood rushes to my face and ears, trying to undo hearing that in his sultry drunken voice. "You're funny."

"I'm not trying to be funny." He leans forward, frustration slightly building in his voice as he doesn't take the opportunity to take back what he said. He's over implying and tiptoeing around me, all his eyes can focus on are my lips pursed in confusion. "I want the real thing." There's a screaming in his head telling him to abort the mission over my clear hesitation, but he's letting the words fall out like water. He's not even sure exactly what he's saying anymore, only that he wants me to hear him. See him. Want him.

I blink rapidly before leaning back a little and sitting up straighter, pulling my other leg in front of me to cross them, wanting to curl up smaller. I let out a couple of awkward stutters before letting out a little laugh, furrowing my eyebrows and giving him a confused shake of my head. "What are you saying?"

He rubs his temple and sighs as he tries to gather his thoughts. My smile drops and I move a little further from him and turn my body forward instead of towards him as I tense up. I shake my head, confused. When my body winds up totally on the couch, his mind is berating him for even thinking that he could wrest one kiss out of me. He suppresses the urge to bang his head against the back of the couch or run into the woods and hide forever, choosing instead the route of normalcy.

"...Hey, listen, I'm... I'm a little drunk. But I-" I cut him off without looking at him, a little cold from my confusion.

"No, you're wasted." I let out a little scoff but my eyes drift down to his chest and I can't help but snort a little, trying to lighten the atmosphere, not wanting him to set a weird pace. I gesture to his body, referencing the tight hoodie I lent him. "I can't take you seriously in that." My efforts prove futile, however, as I look back up at his face, I see his drunk determined eyes set on not letting me dissipate the tension. My eyes widen as he quickly tries to shed what I set as the only wall between us, which makes me panic laugh, desperate to keep the only excuse that keeps me from taking him seriously.

"Wha-"

He ignores my panicked laugh and the single word that managed to escape from my mouth, his body running with the indication that something could happen if he only set the scene correctly. It may be delusional and his mind knows it, but part of him also just wants me to keep laughing, keep my eyes on him as I give him more and more of my genuine happiness. Without any hesitation, he pulls off the hoodie and tosses it aside, leaving him sitting next to me in just his jeans and a thin tank top. I let out a little noise of surprise at watching his quick removal of the garment, letting his tee shirt ride up with it, exposing his stomach and I avert my eyes while I protest. "W-What are you doing? You just said you're cold!"

"I don't care about being cold. I just don't want anything...between us anymore." I blush slightly with the look on his face but I swallow dryly, unsure of what he's actually saying and what he means, but before I'm able to figure it out, he starts to put the hoodie over my head causing a muffled protest to escape my lips.

"H-Hey!" Atsumu grins lazily as he sees my face disappear under the fabric, and he lets out a long shaky breath with the reprieve, trying to gather what wits he has left and wrangle the ones that eloped with the alcohol. He tugs the hoodie down, the oversized material completely engulfing my body and although his body screaming at the outrage of watching me get dressed rather than the opposite, he nods to convince himself of the rightness of the decision. My hair is disheveled once the hoodie is completely on me, and I bring a hand up to brush some hair out of my face and mouth, but once I finish, I realize Atsumu hasn't let go of me and I look up at his face in confusion. He takes a moment to just look, his eyes scanning my features, the alcohol in his system making his gaze slightly hazy but still fixated on the one thing he can't get off his mind. I let out a little scoff as I avert my gaze, looking down at his chest before saying off-handedly, trying to change the subject. "Now you're going to be cold."

"I don't care. I have you to warm me up." I feel his hands move under my hoodie and I inhale as I feel his cool hands touch my back and pull me closer, the heat along my spine now warming his fingertips, and I hear a soft sigh at the pleasure he's getting from it. I'm no match for him in my confusion and I feel my feet press into the side of his thigh as he drags me closer despite my attempts to lean back as I blush and stutter.

"Atsumu, why are you-" I pant out, which only has his throat emitting some kind of choked low sound as he closes his eyes at the sound. He shakes his head vehemently, like he's trying to get thoughts out of his mind, but his hands are undeterred, his desire to bring our bodies closer too strong to ignore. When his eyes reopen into mine, they almost look pained as he lets out a tight chuckle. 

"Don't ask stupid questions." His voice is firm, but not unkind, like he's actually begging me to not make him say what he cannot bear to part with. He continues to pull, his hands still under my hoodie, his thumbs gently running over bare skin. My skin heats even more than it was and something in me wants to sink into him, let him drive the rationality out of me. I let out a soft sigh of exertion as I try to readjust out of his grip, but my knee catches on the cushion as he pulls me close and my hand pressed against his shoulder stabilizes me rather than pushes me off him and my eyes widen as I look down at him slightly, fear running through my veins along with a lick of fire. He lets out a soft exhale as he looks up, smiling tightly and tilting his head just like he did that night in the tent. Like I'm a pesky little problem he can't wait to solve, like I'm ridiculous and he wants to go crazy. His gaze locks on mine, now as intense as his, eyes roaming, taking in every detail. "Just relax for once?"

I let out a little scoff and exhale as I feel my face flush from the attention and I shake my head as I try to get my bearings. "We can't..." I let out an awkward chuckle.

Atsumu doesn't seem bothered by the way I'm protesting, only reaching a hand forward to brush away some stray pieces of hair with his eyes indulging in the sight. "And why not?" The hand remaining on my back traces gentle circles on the bare skin and I wonder if he mean it to relax me or to turn me into puddy moldable for his liking. I let out a soft whisper after chewing on my lip as I contemplate.

I let out a matching shaky sigh and my eyebrows furrow as I look at his eyes and shake my head, my fingers digging into his shoulder subconsciously as I whisper. "I can't give you what you want."

"Yes, you can." He almost spares no energy trying to convince me of the statement, almost like he knew it was what I was going to use to deny him. He tilts his head with a slightly bemused expression, grinning at the idea that he knows what goes on in my mind. I bite my lip and his fingers twitch as his eyes catch the development.

I let out a soft shaky sigh and my eyes flit to his lips but I purse my lips together and let out a little noise of disagreement but my hand on his shoulder falters as I let out another protest, quieter now as I get pulled into his expression. "No..."

"Yes." He repeats in a softer voice, the intensity in his eyes unwavering. He slides his hand higher under the hoodie, tracing the line of my rib cage with his fingers. His other hand moves to the small of my back, pulling me closer like he can convince me better from a smaller distance. He's not wrong. I stumble slightly into him as I get caught up, and he uses the opportunity to pull me into his lap. My eyes widen in surprise to look up at his face but the breath gets caught in my throat as I feel his nose brush against mine, gentle and sweeping, my skin electrocuted by the proximity.

Positioning me to straddle him, his hands move to my waist, his fingers gently wrapping around me to hold me in place, sturdy and final. Atsumu feels those same sparks sweep through him, sending a shudder through his body that makes me ache, his breathing labored. His heart races in his chest as he holds me close, my face only inches away from his. He lets out a soft exhale, his voice a low murmur.

"Why are you so stubborn?"

I look up in his eyes but I feel my eyelids get heavy as I smell the alcohol on his breath, almost as if it's intoxicating me too. I let out a soft sigh with a small response, unable to pull away. "I'm not..." My voice trails off. My eyelids flutter and my mind is hazy. And it only drives him further, hunger steamrolling through my obstinance. He moves one hand up to thread through my hair, gently moving my face to a position where he can picture kissing me breathless, his voice a low murmur, his hips shifting with his fantasy.

"You are. You don't give me what I want. Ever." The accusation sends a pulse of want through my blood, like he's been observing and wanting me for much longer than I've known. My breath leaves me in a rush, my face surely flushed as my hand on his shoulder slides down to his bicep, my hands becoming more adventurous with the fog he's inducing in my drunken state.

Please. The word isn't spoken in the traditional sense, but I feel it in every small movement of his fingers, his face as he bends my desire to his will. His hand in my hair tugs at me softly and his nose brushes against mine but before I know it, he's placing his lips on mine and holding the back of my head intentionally. I freeze with the idea that he wants me this badly. This...definitively. He doesn't deepen the kiss, but he doesn't break it either, letting the moment prolong as he keeps me captured in his embrace. I let out a soft gasp against his lips after a couple seconds as my shock sets in at the feeling. "Fuck..." He mumbles softly at the pause, like he can't help it, like a prayer. It breaks at the end as he opens his mouth to deepen it, obviously only taking the moment to acknowledge the act, but not letting it cease. His hand tightens in my hair, twisting slightly like he's holding on to this reality, angling my head to further the intensity of satisfaction. The way that his tongue parts my nervous lips easily and the way his soft moan echoes through me makes my tension falter and I feel my hands pulling at his tank top as my hips move to give me more leverage.

Why is he always wearing clothes...? I soft whimper leaves my throat as my body demands he listen to me, my body shifting upwards as I press my chest to his, my hands moving frantically to his jaw to cup and angle him upwards to meet my lips over and over as I tower over him. I hear his breathing get heavier even as his lips start to curl against mine, amused at my behavior even as I grow more frustrated.

"GET A ROOM!!"

We both jump at the sound of a couple of the straggling boys hollering from the living room window, laughing at us and I feel my entire body flush, even knowing that they think we do this all the time does nothing to soften the blow of being caught. I immediately scramble off Atsumu's lap, leading to an annoyed sigh coming out of his mouth, his fingers reluctantly slipping out of my hair as I put miles of distance between us. Atsumu's glare could kill, and the boys quiet almost immediately before scrambling off to their rooms, shutting off the light in the living room. 

I shake off some of my nerves, but I quickly stride towards the cabin, trying to avoid and ignore whatever transpired between us. Atsumu extinguishes the fire, but his eyes latch onto my moving form, admiring me in ways he knows I'd berate him for. As he starts to approach the cabin, we make eye contact through the window, and as I freeze, he lets the smug glint in his eyes speak for him.

I'm not done with you.

Chapter Text

Atsumu is surprised to see the room already shrouded in darkness, my silhouette not on the bed. He's utterly confused until a realization dawns on him resulting in a groan as his eyes adjust to my body back on a frantically makeshift bed.

"Oh my god." 

He squints to adjust his eyes to the darkness. I make no movements, my back turned away from him, but it's obvious I haven't changed. My panic led me to the conclusion to act like nothing happened, but his response has me squeezing my eyes shut, knowing he's not going to play along. He feels a surge of frustration at my reaction but also can't help but feel like laughing at how in character this is for me. He crosses the room in a few strides and stops to crouch by the floor bed, waiting for me to turn around and face him. I'm so frozen, if it wasn't obvious that no human could fall asleep as quickly as I pretend to be, it wasn't natural for me to be holding my breath in my sleep. Still, I remained. 

Cute. "I'm not stupid. You're not fooling anyone." Atsumu pokes at my side, leading to me twitching. He can't help a grin spreading across his face as he murmurs my name like he's coaxing a cat out of a tree, making me feel like one. Still, I just shut my eyes tighter, too overwhelmed and confused to deal with our kiss. Finally, he sighs and grabs my shoulder, forcibly turning me to look at him in the darkness. I'm not embarrassing myself by keeping my eyes closed but I let out my own frustrated groan as he refuses to have tact and leave it alone. So, I just glare at him as he crouches next to me on the floor, examining my face in the dark. His face is still a little hazy with the beer in his stomach, but he tilts his head, running a finger down the whole bed and my body, as if pointing out a spill. 

He doesn't waste time in cutting to the point. "What's with the makeshift bed on the floor? You planning on sleeping here instead of with me?"

"Are you planning on sleeping with me?" I ask with a raised eyebrow. He copies the movement, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

"And if I say yes?" I open my mouth to say something, and my inhale indicates that, but I can only gape at him before shutting it, my eyes frantically gliding from his, confused and overwhelmed and he knows it as I stay silent. I hear his smirk before I can see it, but my eyes clock the movement of his hand coming down to swipe some hair over my shoulder. "If I knew this was the way to make you shut up..." Atsumu shakes out a chuckle, fingers still playing with my hair gently. "...Would've been helpful at day 1." 

I purse my lips, the muscle in my jaw tightening, ignoring the desire pulsing in my veins. I narrow my eyes at him before sitting up with a groan. "Atsumu, what the hell are you doing?" I accuse with a raised eyebrow. He lets out a scoff and I can tell that whatever anger might've been present at seeing my initial run must be gone as he teases me, placing an elbow on one of his thick thighs, resting his head in it as he grins. 

"Me? I'm not the one who's making a nest and avoiding me like the plague."

"But you kissed me like you're dying to catch whatever I have." I hiss out, my eyes darting around the empty pitch-black room like I can't help but feel secretive like this is some development that everyone can witness, my hands tightening around the blanket under me.

"I kissed you because I wanted to, you idiot." His face lifts slightly in confused amusement, really wondering if I'm not sure why he would kiss me, tilting his head as his eye watches my hand play with the sheets of the little bed. I bite my lip as my heart pounds but I sigh and run a hand through my hair, mussing it up.

"You're so drunk, this was such a shit plan." Atsumu's face pops up to try to meet my gaze, his eyes widening and darting, narrowing his eyes as if he's unsure exactly how to combat the allegation. The sting of my dismissal makes his fingers twitch, pausing for a moment to wait for me to take it back. He's disappointed. 

"I'm not drunk, just like...loose." He shrugs, trying to seem convincing enough to get me to see that the kiss was something that has been building, not a random whim. I snort under my breath at his word choice.

"Yeah, you sure are." His eyebrows draw together as he tries to understand, then his eyes widen and darken at the insult.

"What's that supposed to mean?" His voice finally brings back the annoyance of earlier, his teeth clenching.

"It means..." I huff slightly, brushing some hair out of my face, only wincing slightly as I brush my bandaged scratch from earlier. "...if there was literally any other girl on this property, you would've kissed her instead." He considers the words for a moment before responding, his tone becoming sharper.

"Is that so? So you think I'm just some mindless fuck who kisses any girl I see?" I bristle at his tone myself, hackles raised as I challenge him.

"I've seen you with approximately 3 different girls in the span of the last month." I scoff and cross my arms. "And correct me if I'm wrong, but none of them seemed all that 'friendly'." The air quotes drop off as I gesture another hand, a bitter chuckle leaving my mouth. "Shit, I didn't know you liked dudes too. Probably more where that came from." 

Atsumu's irritation grows so significant, he can't help but meet the challenge of an argument.  "Oh, so you've been keeping track now, have you? Is that what you do, follow me around and count how many girls I talk to?" He responds sharply, running a hand through his hair, shaking his head as he breathing gets more labored. He shifts his position from a crouch to back on his feet so he can properly pace. His demeanor seems more like he's talking about an argument rather than having one with me right now. "And who are you to judge me, anyway? I like them, they like me, it's what we do. It's not my fault if they're all over me."

"Exactly!" I hiss at him, throwing a flippant and annoyed hand out. "I couldn't give less of a shit about it, but I'm not. All over you." I clarify, a tinge of pink in my ears. This makes Atsumu stop quickly to shrug his shoulders up to his ears as he gestures harshly at me, a pang in his body after hearing my declaration.

"And what if I want you to be all over me, huh?" My face flushes but I scoff as I turn off to the side, then turn back to him with a fire in my eyes. His eyes are wide when I look back as if he'll stay frozen there until he gets an answer. It agitates me that he would say things just to convince me that he's some kind of guy who gives a shit about romance. So much so that I get up from the floor, accidentally tripping a little over a blanket, making his mouth pinch like he's trying not to laugh in his own anger. 

"God, you need everyone to be in love with you, don't you?" I shove a hand on his chest, knocking his shoulder back slightly, but it's like water off his back as he remains planted, looking down at me with narrowed eyes. Atsumu feels a surge of irritation and excitement at my contact but he tries to douse the fire before it blows the whole argument up in his face.

"And what if I do? Is that so wrong? People like me, what's the issue with that?" Atsumu looks down at me, our proximity close and he tries to avoid looking at my pursed lips but fails. He groans internally before laughing, bitter and angry that it seems like we're getting farther and farther from the true intimacy he wants from me. He nods his head patronizingly as his jaw clenches, leaning and tilting his head as he accuses me easily. "But not you, right? You're immune to my charm, huh?"

"Oh, fuck off." I half-roll my eyes away before turning away from him, over the conversation.

"You're definitely not the type I usually go for, anyway." Atsumu knocks himself over the head internally, wondering why he can't stop his douchebag tendencies for one second.

"Oh, I fucking know." I scoff, turning back to him like I'll never actually be over fighting with him. "What did you say, first day here? 'You're not even that cute'? Hearing that was so hot, I was dripping wet after that." I mock.

Atsumu's face turns pink at the reminder of his attitude but decides to double down instead of give me the power. "You're still hung up on that? That was a fucking joke. I was just messing with you, you know I think you're cute."

"Do I?" I challenge, throwing a hand out. "Just because you kiss me? Actually, fuck it. Even if you are attracted to me, it doesn't give you the right to...to kiss me like..." I huff as my gaze turns towards the direction of where we shared our first kiss. We both take a beat to remember the moment, heat spreading through the room even as he clears his throat. 

"And why not? We're pretending to date, aren't we? That's what couples do. They kiss." Atsumu shrugs easily.

"We didn't do it all week!" I challenge and then let out a humorless laugh, eyes wide with disbelief as I run a hand through my hair. "And you decide the moment you want to do...that...was when no one was fucking watching? The last night? When we fake break up tomorrow?"

Atsumu's head jerks back with the harsh reminder, and he feels something warp inside him. Something begging him not to end it like this, making his feet step just the closest bit closer to me, nostrils flaring as he stares at my affected face, flushed with expression. He can feel the heat radiating off my body, a soft shuddering breath leaving him.

"Exactly, so who cares? You obviously don't give a shit so great." He glares down at me, punctuating his frustration with a throw of defeated, exasperated hands at his side. "You can just pretend it didn't happen. Fucking perfect."

I swallow against my dry throat, my voice coming out scratchy as my eyes flutter as I try to maintain my composure, nodding slightly with his words. "Why are you saying it like that?" I ask coldly.

"Like what?" He hates how his body feels drawn to me, how his heart beats harder when he's this close, so he looks away to try to regain his composure.

"Like..." I shake my head as if trying to clear the fog from my mind, sobering slightly with all the fighting. "...Like you don't feel the same." 

He responds with a cold detachment in his voice, trying hopelessly to hide the desire pulsing within him. Every cell in his body aches to close the remaining distance. "You think you know everything about me." He gives me a shrug, jaw clenching as he keeps his gaze over to the left to avoid my eyes. "Maybe you're wrong. Ever thought of that?" 

The air is thick with tension, us both denying whatever the hell has grown to replace our hate. Trying to control my breaths to be as quiet and unimposing as possible, I pull my bottom lip nervously as I look down. His eyes catch the movement, jealous of my fingers, frustrated that I feel the need to keep him hanging on a thread. The electricity pulsing through his veins compels him to raise a hand to tug mine off my mouth, jolting my attention back to his dark handsome features as his hand grips my wrist harshly, pulling me closer. His face smolders as he hisses out his frustration in a low murmur. "Stop fucking doing that. I can't stand it." 

Atsumu feels tries to control his desire but it's a living thing, clawing at him with every breath he takes. He wills himself to let go of my wrist. He should be embarrassed for being so intense, so rough. His hand shakes as his brain begs him to relax and let it go, but when an exhale leaves him, it feels defeated and weak. "...Why are you doing this to me?" His voice strains against his throat, his eyes longingly staring at every part of my face, careful as he tries the exposure therapy, and only walks out with an irregular heart rate. "Why don't you like me?" 

My stomach drops with the whispered breaking of his voice and I feel guilt flood my whole body. I shake my head and move the hand that's still in his trembling possession to his chest as I look at him intentionally, hoping he can see that's not what I mean at all. "Atsumu, you know that's not true." I let out a little choked up chuckle as I try to bring him back to reality. "We just...we can't stand each other." I shrug and smile like he knows it even better than I, but when I look at him, his stare is dark and spiteful at being interpreted incorrectly. 

"I can stand you. Fuck, I'd jump, kneel, lie, whatever it takes for you." His eyes seem so desperate as he looks at me like he's high on some drug tearing his whole world apart. It's intimidating and I can't help but feel anxious at the total absence of Atsumu's lightheartedness. I try to swallow but my throat is so dry and my mind is so empty, it searches his body for clues as to what to do next, and Atsumu's body knows it, fully prepared to do whatever I ask. Atsumu lets out something resembling a whimper or a chuckle, weak and embarrassed, but yearning as he spills the words over. "Say something, you're driving me crazy." I finally look up to meet his intimidating gaze, his eyes boring into mine like we can see each other past skin and bone. He's barely inches away from me now, his breath mingling as his eyes move to my hand still in his grasp. Atsumu finally lets it go only to intertwine the fingers, his caressing every dip and line, sighing with the simple act like a relief.

"You make me..." I feel like a new person with the hoarseness in my voice from disuse, and the desire shivering through me makes me lightheaded. His hot breath against my cheeks makes me chew on my bottom lip before releasing it to speak. "...fucking delirious."

The entranced man's thread of control snaps so cleanly that his lips pick up mine like a clean pass. His heartbeat seems to be challenging mine with a race as his hands let go to hold the small of my back. The fingers trace paths and lines as he leans over me, determined to wrest control from my grasp, to feel grounded in my presence. He lets out a soft defeated moan when he realizes he can't do it, bittersweet as he moves one hand to the back of my head, changing our angle while he whispers against my mouth. "Delirious? That's a big word." The teasing finally sets my heart to a comfortable temperature, warm at his reveal as we smile against each other's lips like we can't help it. 

"Need me to spell it for you?" I purr it against the corner of his lips, twitching in amusement, the banter feeling like foreplay now that my body relaxes into his. His lips hum against mine as he kisses me insistently, his soft lips even more of a luxury than I dreamt up.

"No, I think I can manage." 

As his tongue begs for entrance, my groan is released like it's been kept captive for 20 years, only revealing itself for Miya Atsumu. Atsumu feels my body colliding against his and the sound that escapes my throat only furthers his hysterics. His chest folds over mine until he wants to know it more, the hand moving along my sides, finding the curves underneath the hoodie that's apparently become the kissing hoodie. I feel his mouth pay attention to every inch of mine, desperate and heated, fast but unwilling to rush. I moan into his mouth as my eyes flutter shut, feeling the hardness of him against my hips, making mine press against his, begging for more of the feeling despite myself.

Atsumu's body sparks with the friction as if the fire needed any more fuel. His throat lets out a noise expressing the urgent matter of getting as much of me as possible before I change my mind, pulling my hip closer to his. He can feel his body reacting to my touch, growing harder and more impatient by the second. Subconsciously knowing he needs more leverage, he finds the closest wall to pin me against. I moan and gasp into his mouth at the impact of the wall at my back, happy to arch into him, my leg creeping up over his thigh as my body begs for more of him between mine.

"Shit..." I pant, acknowledging what we've refused to up to this point, the absolute destruction and creation of our passion made manifest. Atsumu groans and frantically reaches between us to get his fingers under the damned hoodie. He shudders a breath against my bruised lips as he travels upwards and lets out a pained groan, taking panting breaths as he rests his forehead against my shoulder, his other hand on the wall trapping me in. He quickly recovers by easily undoing any obstacles and tossing them on the ground carelessly, like they personally wanted to keep him from my precious skin. His spread large hand palms at my chest and the flush on his face grows like he'd never done it before, his eyes glazed like he's on a different plane of existence.

"Fuck..." He whispers, his voice hoarse with desire, his body burning with need.

"This is..." I pant out as my hips rock forward involuntarily, needy as my chest rises and falls with desire, his hot strong fingers lingering on every curve and valley firmly. He only answers with a hum as his lips give in and start at the corner of my mouth to my jaw, printing warmth against inches of me I didn't even know could tingle like the throbbing between my thighs. My moans stutter in his mouth as his fingers sweep over my hard nipples and I arch and shiver against him as I whisper out raggedly, trying to gain some control over my reactions. "...Sex..." I pant.

Atsumu’s heart pounds at the word, feeling his body throbbing impatiently, straining against the denim of his jeans as I arch against him. Does she have to say it like that? Breathless and honest and hungry. He groans internally as his erection presses angrily at his clothes, begging to be freed. Still, he chuckles as he presses a kiss under my ear, whispering. "Close but not quite yet." His hand glides down my sides as his fingers trace my body like he'll be quizzed on a perfect replica. "That's the spirit, though." 

My desire doesn't have allow any room for more teasing as I pant, putting my own hand under his shirt, running my hands along his abs, Atsumu's body tightening at my initiative, further turning him into a raging hormone machine. He captures my mouth in a fierce kiss, every sound emitting from his mouth only dragging me further into the fire. “You really want this...?” He whispers, his voice ragged, as he pulls back just enough to look into my eyes.

My eyes are glossy and my face is flushed. I scan his eyes with a crease in between mine as I pant out quietly, anxious all of a sudden of him getting cold feet. "You don't?"

Atsumu's breath hitches at the sight, his body stiff with the novelty of seeing such a vibrant visual of my want. He can’t stop the overwhelming desire he feels.

Please, please tell me no one else has seen her like this. He shakes his head vehemently as his eyes widen, worried that I think anything but that he wants to rip my clothes off and lose himself in my embrace. “No, I do. I really, really do.”

At his ragged tone, I press my hips down onto his and let out a breathy sigh at the contact, gathering the hem of all the fabric to tug it over my head, getting impatient as my chest rises and flushes with his attention, hot and unnecessary. Atsumu almost freezes at the reveal, like maybe I had a couple of Medusa's heads instead of tits. I look down for just a moment, nervous that somehow my nightmare manifested. Instead, I hear a choked sound leave his throat, his breathing like a marathon runner as his hand moves to my chest and his mouth to my collarbone. "Fuck, how are they better than I imagined?" He lets his hot breath engulf my throat as I swallow nervously, embarrassed but desirous as he continues to speak like the words won't stop. "God, I've pictured ripping your fucking stupid tee shirts a thousand times just to get a glimpse of you." I blink rapidly and push him back for a second, my body mourning the loss of heat as I narrow my eyes at him. His eyes make him look like a cat that got ripped from a pile of catnip: not here and desperate to get back to it. 

"You have an issue with my clothing choices?" His breathing doesn't slow as he purses his red lips, busy with tracing over them with his tongue, urging my own to help him out. He chuckles as his shaking hands caress and move up and down my arms. He nods so fervently, so vehemently that his disheveled hair kisses his forehead.  

"Yes, yes, I do." I blink in confusion, expecting him to say anything but. "Stupid fucking clothes and the worst part is you put them on." His moan breaks against the dryness of his throat as he croaks out what he's delivering as doomsday news. My face can't help but flush and I laugh loudly at the absurdity of the situation. 

"Shut up." I can't help but laugh it out, never having gone this far with anyone, much less the most experienced man on our collegiate volleyball team. Instead of listening or even waiting until I finish, his head has tucked against my neck, kissing and running his teeth along the column as his hands grasp my hips and back to press more of my softness against his hard body.

"Yeah, nice try." Atsumu chuckles as he gently sucks on my neck at his refusal to follow my instructions. I moan softly, lips parted as I tilt my head back against the wall. I can't deny the way he turns me on by fighting me at every turn, and I feel my chest flush and my body shake with his tongue on my neck.

My moans make him throb so consistently, he wonders if there's a string attached to my (what are surely, sexy) vocal chords. His desperation builds as his shaking hands trace the waistline of my shorts, wanting so badly to touch me until my moans are so loud he'll have to fight every guy who got an earful tomorrow morning. 

"Please, please let me touch you." Atsumu's pants are so pathetic that my mind boggles and my eyes widen. He's so different than I imagined, and it makes my whole body throb, urging me to let him do whatever he wants as a reward as he groans out my name with the absence of my response. "Fuck, I know it's not cool or smooth to beg, but I am. I really am so..." I confidently grab his hand to shove away the fabric between us and I really grasp how much I want him once his fingers are sliding through the evidence. Atsumu's leaned from my neck to get a front-row seat of the development, his throat choking on a moan as I spread my shaking nervous legs, the closest thing he'll ever get to an invitation from me.

"Just because I'm nice." I moan out after his, my breathy chuckle hitching as his hands find a bundle of nerves to press lightly. My hips beg for more as my fingernails dig into his biceps while I try to position myself closer to him, to his eager hands that don't seem nearly eager enough now that I've had a taste. I whimper softly before he leans in to meet my eyes, his dark and blackened further from his pupils savoring the image of me shaking against his fingers.

"You're not nice." His voice is ragged but he sounds seriously perturbed at my last statement, his mouth hovering over mine like he's denying me another kiss as his lips brush against mine as he continues to speak his piece. "You're mean, and impatient, and greedy..." Almost in response to his descriptors, my frustration mounts as he slowly kisses down my neck and I grip at his hair, asking him to place his lips on my chest. He can't resist the show of neediness, he's addicted to the way I tremble under his touch. He captures my smooth skin with his mouth, his tongue and teeth teasing, grazing against my nipples, his eyes looking up to drink in every gasp and every moan that escapes my lips, burning with desire. I've almost forgotten everything but his mouth on my chest when he suddenly firmly presses down on my clit, sending a shot of pleasure through every pore of my body as I feel my knees get weak. 

Every time he looks up at me, I can't help but rock my hips into his, begging for friction with the pleasure. I bite my lip and tilt my head back as my body shivers. "Fuck, that feels so good..." I whimper out, impressed and undone by the experience, considering I've never done this before and he obviously knows what he's doing.

"Oh my god, don't say that." His groan is pained and I feel his dick press closer to my hip needing the friction to take the edge off the words I have invoked. His breath hot against my ear, his voice hoarse with desire, as his hand falters against me for a moment, the sliding motion only sending more tingles through my skin.

The waves of sensation he's setting across my body makes any inhibitions or nerves I had about being inexperienced turn to dust, shoving my shorts down to get them out of the way of his large warm calloused hands. His eyes darken with desire, watching my own, his own body begging for release. I groan into his mouth as my whole body twitches with desire and sensation, as he feels exactly what he's done to my body, my pussy giving way easily through whatever friction it demands. "You're so fucking wet, it's unfair." 

Atsumu feels the way my body jerks against him, desperate for friction. He moans into my mouth, his hand gripping my damp thigh, lifting it up, positioning it around his hip, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. He breaks the kiss, his breathing ragged as he looks into my eyes, his gaze intense, full of desire, his body burning for release. "You're so sexy." I feel his fingers press and I groan and twitch involuntarily, a wary yet desirous expression in my eyes with my lips parted as I stare into his burning gaze, my body panting and my chest flushed as I place my trembling hands on his arms, trying to keep myself up as he gives me sensations I've never received from anyone else.

"Jesus, you're so fucking sexy, it's an absolute crime that you've kept this all to yourself." His fingers playfully dip into my heat as I whimper at the surprise and the anticipation of release my body craves so tightly. "It's probably for the best." His other hand caresses the thigh hanging weakly on his hip as he doesn't let up with the pressure against my clit, his smile devious as he sinks into every twist of my face as I lose myself in every twitch of his fingers. "I'm probably going to spontaneously combust right after." 

I let out a choked laugh at his absolutely ridiculous dirty talk that still somehow manages to get my hips rocking against his hand quicker. "You sure you've never done this before? I don't know if I'm meeting a standard here." I let out another moan and chuckle before tilting my head back against the wall, almost in annoyed exasperation at his ability to speak and banter while I'm about to tip over the edge. I moan softly and nod quickly as I stare into his darkened expression, sure that my eyes are reflecting that intense state as I whine out softly, my face flushed.

"Only...to myself..." I pant.

"You've only done this...to yourself..." Atsumu repeats weakly, his grip on my thigh tightening as he processes the words, the image of me alone, bringing myself to the edge, driving him mad with desire. He nods vehemently, like if he nods enough he can nod the searing image out of his head to not come in his pants immediately.  "You touch yourself...often?" He whispers, his voice low, his mouth grazing my skin, his fingers tracing circles, pressing against my clit, listening for my favorite ways of being touched, teasing me with a couple fingers as he curls them to hit a pleasure spot. I let out a shuddering breath as my hips buck against his fingers and whisper as I shiver against his ear, the remnants of the alcohol seeping into the words.

"Yes..."

Atsumu lets out a breath like he's been holding it in, shaking his heavy head against my shoulder as he presses against me harder, leading to my whimper and squirming to try to get his attention focused less on words and more on making me come. "Fuck me..." He murmurs out like I'm being unfair, his fingers tracing smaller tortuous circles, his body pressed tight against mine, imagining his cock replacing his fingers, his own growing need desperate for release. I whimper as my body twitches and jolts with the small circles he traces on me and it takes all my energy and concentration to spit out the words, heaving it out like it's costing me something to not be focused on his hands.

"God, I haven't been able to...all week..." I pant and groan, almost as if still frustrated. "Since we've been together...sleeping in the same room. I've wished for one second of peace so I could just..." I moan in his ear as my hips buck. "And of course you have to be shirtless half the fucking time..." I spit out the words like an insult. "...and why are you always so hard..." My voice cracks on the last word. "...in the morning?"

"That's your fault and you know it." He accuses softly, playfully in my ear before he pulls back enough, making me whine as he takes his fingers into his mouth, leaving me wet and wanting as I watch him enjoy his prize. I groan as I pull at his hair, desperate as my breathing turns shallow and my face contorts with pleasure.

"Fuck, go down on me right now." I pant out desperately, shoving his head down, begging him and yet demanding he give me what I'm greedy for.

"Holy shit." He chuckles, his voice low and rough. "I can't believe this is happening." He almost sounds giddy, allowing me to push him down, his body lowering as he looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, his mouth close to the place I ache for him to be. "There's no way you haven't done this. I've never been more turned on in my life."

I whimper as I pull at his hair in desperation, moving my shaking thigh up on his shoulder as I look down at him, my whole body flushed in desire as I stare at him. Atsumu feels my leg move to his shoulder, the shake and quiver of my body making him even more desperate to give me what I need. He looks up at me just as I adjust my grip on his hair, preparing myself when he smiles mischievously.

"Do you have any idea how much I've thought about eating you out?" He whispers, his voice gruff, his eyes only leaving mine as they appreciate the whole view of my pussy, glistening from his work and the idea of him inside of me. My back arches, placing my body against his mouth, almost in a plea but he keeps his gaze focuses on me as I huff out a whine.

"Show me." I challenge as I move a trembling hand to trace his bottom lip, but he doesn't seem interested in listening to me now that he has me where he wants me.

"I want to taste you so bad, I can barely take it. Every second I'm alone with you, I've been imagining what it would be like, how you would sound, how you would feel." He whispers, his voice rough with desire as he slowly inserts his long thick fingers inside of me easily, ready for more. "I bet you taste so good..."

My legs immediately buckle as I groan, my chest flushing as I move my finger from his lip to card through his hair softly. I whisper almost delicately, betraying the words. "I need that dirty mouth of yours to make me come right now." I whisper like a sweet nothing. Atsumu moans as my fingers trail through his hair, the tenderness a stark contrast to my filthy words. 

"Holy fuck, actually, I don't know if I can last long enough for this. I'm gonna come in my-" I can't take his incessant chattering anymore and I pull his hair to make him give me what I want and I immediately groan and my breathing bottoms out, shallowing and gasping as my hips rock against him, my thighs shaking around him. Atsumu almost laughs at my frustration, but any sound of mockery is quickly drowned out by the wet sounds of him giving me exactly what I want.

"Shit," He grunts, his words lost in a moan as he feels my thighs shake around him, my body moving against him in a way that drives him wild. "I swear...you're so..."

"God, you talk way too damn much." I pant out against him, pulling at his strands of golden hair as my pleasure and frustration mounts, my head tilting back against the wall as my back arches up to him. Atsumu chuckles as he runs his fingers up to cup my ass and knead the flesh that brings my pussy closer to his mouth, hungry for me. I moan out sharply as my body starts to shiver involuntarily as I groan and pant, tightening my hold on his hair as my legs start to twitch. "Oh, fuck..." I breathe out in a sensual panic.

Atsumu's hands reach up to grip my thighs, his nails digging into my soft flesh, adding to the overwhelming sensations that are coursing through my body. He moans against me, his lips and tongue working together, driving me closer to the edge, his own need growing with every sound that escapes my mouth. He focuses on my clit and as I cry out, he continues to press his fingers deeply inside me, feeling my body urge him to keep going until I'm done. "You're so close, aren't you?" He pants, his breath hot against my already hot pussy. "I can feel it, I can taste it. You're shaking all over." I let out a hum of discontentment and embarrassment, so thoroughly keyed up I can't respond to him, only panting and whining as my knees start to shake, my body relaxing and contracting and arching and begging. "I love your pretty little moans." He whispers, his voice rough. "You want to come so badly, don't you? You just need a little bit more?" His expert fingers slow the pressure to a snail's pace while letting his fingers soak in my pussy, refusing to move as he grins up at me, face wet with my arousal. I whine, almost a cry of desperation as I look down at him, my whole body shaking as a shine of sweat builds on my body in the sensation and exertion of desire.

"Fuck, why are you doing this?" I ask in a shaking anxious breath, but he can tell it's not a question of why we're at this point, but why he continues to prolong my delicious torture. In the middle of my sentence, he returns his gaze to my thighs and starts to kiss the insides softly, anywhere but where I want him, his caresses almost painful with how much I can't stop thinking about what else he could do. 

"You think I'm some mindless fuck?" He purrs against my skin, his words soft, his breath warm. "You think I'm so desperate that I'd get on my hands and knees for any girl?" His nose nuzzles against the skin of my twitching legs, licking a stripe up to where I want him, but only flicking his tongue out for a second to drive me insane. "I want that sweet mouth to admit you've been a bitch and ask me to come nicely." He punctuates the promise with a fleeting kiss against my clit that makes my whole body jerk as I whimper at the humiliating request.

"No." I whine, a furrowed brow in my contorted flushed face. Atsumu pauses and looks up at me with a smirk, his breathing heavy, his hair tousled and messy from my death grip twisting in his hair at my frustration.

"No?" He repeats, his voice low and rough. "No, you don't think that? No, you don't want to do that? You don't want to be taken to the edge and brought back over and over again until you're begging me so hard, you can barely speak?" I moan out sharply as I continue rocking my hips, looking for the friction he was providing, growling slightly as I look down at him, my voice hoarse from desire, sweat along my neck.

"Now." I choke out, grabbing the back of his neck and my body undulating against him, but he only shakes his head, clenching his jaw to steel his resolve. 

"It's only a couple words, sweetheart." He purrs out the words as he gently runs his fingers up and down my legs.

"Fucking hell, Atsumu, are you going to do it or not?" I growl out with a half-whine irritating my hoarse throat as I look down at him with a snarl.

"Oh, I'm going to do it." He chuckles, his words more of a promise than a reassurance. "Once you say the magic words."

I'm shaking so much as his fingers move against the seam of my pussy, begging for penetration. I let out a shaky breath as the sweat builds in every crevice of my body, spent and confused as to why I'm not getting the release. At the moment he returns to his work, I'm panting and worked up so hard, my legs twitch and convulse to the point where the only thing keeping me upright are his strong hands holding my legs and my thigh over his shoulder. I feel my heart thundering in my chest, but I feel his fingers replace his tongue for a moment as he reminds me. "Come on, baby, just for me." 

I grit my teeth as I shake, knowing I can't take any more. "...Please..." I don't bother with saying anything more, my release coming too quickly to even comprehend the pleasure thundering through my veins, but it makes me whole body tighten and relax like I'm being electrocuted. My whole body vibrates against him as my body slowly loses its ability to remain, my body slumping against the wall I'm pressed against, and any willpower leaves with my staggered breaths.

Atsumu watches and savors every moment of my release, his eyes fixated on the way my body tightens and relaxes. He slowly sits back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, his own breathing ragged. "I guess that'll do for our first." Atsumu's eyes don't stop glistening against his wet mouth, grinning like he just won a Pulitzer for his pussy-eating. Might as well have.

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I slide down the wall ungracefully, my sweat-slicked body only making the descent smoother. The edges of my hair along my neck curl with the dampness and as I let out a soft moan from my aftershocks and the impact of the floor beneath me, I let out a little chuckle of absurdity. My shaking thighs find their place around his, him kneeling and my glossy eyes tracking the evidence of my arousal on his lips being brushed away. "Fuck me." I chuckle out, absolutely disbelieving in whatever just happened. I should feel a sliver of embarrassment at being completely undone and naked while he remains fully clothed, but I'm too bathed in the afterglow to give a shit.

"Looks like I did a good job." He chuckles softly, his gaze dark with desire still, his hands gently resting on my thighs, his fingers drawing small circles reminiscent of his earlier work, leading another jolt in my body.

I hold up two hands, fingers outstretched with a lazy smile on my face as I gaze up at him. "Ten out of ten. I'll write a stellar Yelp review. You'll have fake girlfriends out the wazoo."

"I'll make sure to include that in my list of credentials." He jokes, his hands still stroking my thighs, his touch gentle and soothing. His gaze remains fixed on my face, his eyes roaming over every feature, taking in my soft smile and the way my hair falls across my shoulders.

"You won't even need your athletic scholarships anymore." I grin at him as my breathing returns to normal, my chest still flushed from the activity.

Atsumu laughs at my words, his smile widening. "You're right. I could put my skills to better use." He slowly leans forward, his body hovering over mine, his face inches away from my own. My eyes flutter closed as our warm bruised lips meet once again, slower, more sensual. Wet from my arousal, I taste the salt and I moan softly against his lips, feeling my body react strongly to the memory of barely minutes ago. "You taste so good." He whispers against my mouth.

I smile against our kiss, moaning softly in amusement as I speak. "What part?" I tease.

"You taste good everywhere." He whispers, his mouth moving to my neck, his lips leaving a trail of kisses on my sensitive flesh. "But I have a favorite spot." I moan lowly in my throat, my hips spent but still rising to press into his hands, wanting to feel them everywhere all over again as I pant, my pulse pounding against his lips. He groans softly against my neck, his lips leaving kisses along the column of my throat, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. His hands move up my body, his touch growing firmer as they roam over the curves. "You're so damn soft." He whispers, his voice rough with desire.

"Thanks." My breathing shallows out as I let out a huffed amused breath. "I don't work out." Atsumu chuckles, his hands still roaming, his touch growing more insistent as he feels my breath hitch. His mouth moves to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "You're all soft and supple, with no hard muscles in sight."

"Supple? Really? That's the word you want to use for me right now?" I tease as my hands run up his thighs, wishing that I could see them as exposed as mine.

"Yeah, supple." He whispers, his mouth moving back to my neck, his lips trailing kisses along the sensitive skin. "You feel so smooth and soft, almost like silk. I could play with you all day."

"Like play-doh."

"Play-doh? That's not very sexy." His face twists into a pout as he goes to meet my eyes with big round brown eyes.

"Now you get it." I laugh with a ragged breath but make a noise as I push him away for a second glancing in between his legs with an annoyed sound. "Take off your clothes already." I bemoan. Atsumu laughs at your annoyed tone, his hands moving to the hem of his shirt, pulling it off in a single fluid motion, revealing his toned chest and abs. He sits back on his heels to give me a better view, which I grin at. His jeans sit low on his hips, the denim trapping his arousal, leaving little to the imagination.

"Better?" He asks, his voice still teasing, his gaze dark with desire. I cup my hands around my mouth, imitating a silent scream, an audience of people cheering for the new development of a topless Atsumu. "You're ridiculous." He smirks, his hand running through his messy hair, his gaze still fixed on me as he laughs, shaking his head at my theatrics.

I ditch the megaphone to run my nails along his forearms, biceps, up to his shoulders as I pull myself closer to him with a slight smirk on my face. Atsumu shivers under my touch, my nails running along his skin leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He groans softly under his breath, his hand gripping my waist, pulling me closer, his arousal evident. Once I've reached his shoulder blades, I run my fingers down it as my thighs straddle his, landing me properly in his lap, well, as proper as someone can be with him still kneeling. I place my warm hot lips against his neck now, mimicking the attention he's been giving me. Atsumu lets out a low moan, his head tilting back instinctively, giving me more access to his skin. His hands grip my thighs tightly then move to my ass as he tries to get some friction going.

"Fuck." He pants out a curse while I hum in approval, gently nibbling his earlobe before kissing along his jaw, only lowering to place a gentle kiss along his Adam's apple. Atsumu groans, his head lulling back even further, his body arching into mine, seeking more contact, more of my touch. He can feel himself growing more worked up, more frenzied with desire, as my lips blaze a trail. "I want you." He whispers, his voice thick with desire, his body trembling slightly with need. I hum in acknowledgement but continue my teasing, my hands skimming down his entire back as I use my thighs and leverage to move my lips down to his collarbone, across his pecs. Atsumu hisses softly, every touch sending shivers of pleasure through him. "Tease." He growls, his hands gripping your thighs tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh. I smile against his chest, moving one of my hands to it as well, pressing on it lightly to have him lower to the ground. I look down at him, my hair tickling his collarbone as I grin at him.

"You're funny." I say blithely, before scooting back a tiny bit to run my tongue down the pronounced line between his muscles, meeting his abdomen slowly. He let out a low moan, the sensation sending ripples of pleasure through him, his hips thrusting instinctually to all the pleasure sending signals to get ready. I continue to speak to him in a nonchalant manner, ignoring his lust. "You know...I always wondered what it'd be like..." I move a hand down to his thighs, tracing the outline of his imprisoned cock slowly and intentionally.

"What what would be like?" He asks huskily, his voice strained as he tries to focus on my words instead of the feeling that he's not going to last if he doesn't lock in. I glance up at him, lying at the ground, finding his imprint in his pants as I 'tsk' at him teasingly.

"Oh, well don't stutter." I grin, knowing I'm purposefully misunderstanding his question and words. Atsumu groans, half in frustration and half in desire, my eyes fixed on his prominent arousal. He tries to find the words to reply, his mind clouded with need. "Having this-" I gasp slightly as I give him a squeeze, grinning, knowing I'm working him up on purpose rather than in true surprise. Atsumu groans loudly, his hips bucking instinctively into the feeling, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through him.

"Stop fucking with me." He grunts desperately, his body tensing and trembling as he fights the urge to simply take what he wants.

"Fucking?" I ask innocently, rubbing against the fabric absentmindedly. "What's that?" I flutter my eyelids at him, suppressing my smirk at the virginity joke. Atsumu's breath hitches, his eyes darkening with a mix of desire and disbelief. He makes a noise of complaint, his fingers digging into my thighs as he struggles to control his growing need.

"Seriously? You're gonna play that card now, huh?" He gasps as you rub him through the fabric, his body arching, desperate for more.

"I won't have that card for much longer, now will I?" A fire burns in my gaze as I look at him, pressing my hips into his with intention. Atsumu groans loudly, his body instinctively rocking his hips into mine, seeking more friction.

"Not so fast." I chuckle, moving to undo his jeans, teasing him as I dip into the fabric of his boxers. "I want to know how it tastes." I say with a dangerous glint in my eyes. Atsumu shudders, his body trembling with need as I tease him with my fingers, setting him on fire in the most delightful way. The boy's eyes widen with an amusement reserved for my tricks.

"You're gonna enjoy this, aren't you?" He whispers, his voice ragged, as he watches me dip my head as I reveal his thick cock, hard and intimidating. I probably would be scared at this point if I hadn't just completed one of the most daunting tasks of my life easily with him by my side. Atsumu doesn't seem to want me to change my mind either by how quickly he sheds his jeans, even as tight as they are around his erection.

"I'm kind of counting on it, because you look fantastic like this." I grin before licking my lips, placing all my desire where my lips wrap around him gently but hungry. Atsumu moans loudly, his body arching into mine as his body pounces on the first iota of pleasure he's been craving. He can feel the heat of my tongue against him, and it drives him wild, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his body trembles with pleasure. 

"Oh god..." His jolt and statement lead to a serious worry in his tone, and I can't help but chuckle at his exaggerated reaction. His large hand moves to grip the back of my head, gently tangling his fingers in my hair, brushing some of it back but kind of sloppy considering his vision is starting to darken. I hum in approval when his fingers tangle into my hair, considering my comfort as I try to make him as uncomfortable as possible, raking my nails down his muscular thighs as they tense. I let my tongue explore, unused to the size and the taste, and the general sensation. Atsumu's body trembles as he lifts himself upright enough to watch my work, his forearm shaking as he holds himself up. His breathing is ragged, a heady mixture of pleasure and need as he walks a line he's worried about crossing so early. "You're good at this." He gasps, his fingers tightening in my hair as he struggles to contain himself.

I quickly remove his length from my mouth, running my hand up and down him lazily, softly as I give him a minutely sarcastic look as I tilt my head at him. "Don't lie." Atsumu groans at the loss of the heat of my mouth around him, a reprieve from ending things way too early even as his body screams in anger.

"What makes you think I'm lying?" He asks, his voice ragged with desire as he watches my hand intently stroking him, making every part of him jolt and stutter at my discretion.

"I don't know, the fact I've never done it before?" I scoff with a roll of my eyes, but he can sense a small amount of uncertainty, even as my hands drift to stroke the more sensitive parts and make his groan into more of a choke. My eyes widen with the noises he makes and I feel my desire shoot up exponentially, choosing to believe it, since he's such a horrible actor. It's so intense that his hand darts down from my hair to my hand to stop me.

"Seriously..." His breathing is so harsh that it takes him a couple breaths to start making sense of the words in his brain. "Please stop or it's..." He pants out as his shaky fingers try to unlatch mine from his cock, still twitching with need, after a couple more moments of breathing while I stare up at him, slightly confused and maybe a little worried that I've done something wrong, until he lets out a weary chuckle and murmurs my name reassuringly. "If you're not fucking with me, this shit is momentous. Prodigious." I start to laugh as he tries to come up with more ridiculous big words as if to impress me. "Prestigious?" 

As he's tilting his head pensively, I lean back down to wrap my lips around him once again. His body jerks in surprise as his hand moves right back into my hair and I use a hand to leverage myself to test the limits, sinking my head onto his thick cock until I feel myself choking and his body shakes desperately. To hear more sounds like that leaving his mouth, I start to try it again when he pulls my hair sharply, laughing nervously as he shakes his head at me, playfully scolding me as my eyes look up, hazy in my lust. "You know exactly what you're doing."

His hand on my hair trembles as I moan, reveling the salty taste of him before finally letting him go and crawling over him. I caress his sweaty neck before placing a gentle kiss at the corner of his mouth, almost uncertain with how much affection I should be giving him. I guess I'm given a pretty concrete answer as he sighs sweetly with the action, his breath shuddering as he moves to meet my lips again, tangling in my carefully after tugging hard just moments ago. His body trembles with need as I feel the way his arms hold me become tender, intense, then passionate. Like he doesn't want to let me go. It scares me the smallest amount.

"Do you actually want...to do this?" I question slightly, whispering my fears even as he hums out in contentment, only slightly perturbed by the fact the words have forced him to stop kissing me. Atsumu doesn't take it lying down though, his hand moving to my nape as his nose caresses my cheek as he plants sweet warm lips against my face and jaw. 

"What do you mean?" He murmurs, his brain too overloaded with joy to comprehend my meaning. His other hand moves to glide down my side to my waist, like I'm made of porcelain. 

I give him a slightly sheepish and sarcastic grin as I tilt my head, trying to meet his gaze, even though his face is flushed and his dark eyes glassy as they roam over every feature of my face before actually meeting my gaze, like I'm a menagerie of beauty over someone trying to talk to him. "...I mean, it's still me." I give a little playful scoff.

"Oh, trust me, I'm fully aware." His fingers slip out of my hair to trace the line his eyes admire my face, gently exploring my expression in the darkness, flushed and breathing heavily as he starts to smile, purring a sweet nothing as he shakes his head in disbelief. "I can't wait to stick my dick inside you." 

"Oh, that's nice." I snort sarcastically, embarrassed and amused by his total lack of decorum or romance in the words he speaks.

"What, that's not sexy?" 

"No." I let out a little chuckle as I lean back slightly onto my own heels in between his beautiful muscled thighs, I trace a line down them absently. "You definitely tried though, I'll give you that."

"What the hell?" Atsumu's bottom lip sticks out some, and I have to resist the urge to bite it. "I'm sexy!" He sputters, his ego wounded slightly at my reaction. I tilt my head back and forth thoughtfully, suppressing a grin as I hum, wanting to tease him more to draw out the furrowed brow. I give him a sympathetic look, like no one's bothered telling him the truth.

"I'll have you know, multiple people have said I'm sexy." He retorts, his voice slightly huffy as he tries to maintain the pride I'm bruising.

"And does the hooker on the corner have another comment to make?" I hold out my hand like a microphone, a reporter getting what she needs for an article, something on the record. I grin at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Very funny." He mutters with a frown, before letting it dissipate so naturally grabbing me and yanking me towards him, spinning me around so my back is tucked against his chest, holding me tightly as he whispers a faux-complaint in my ear. "You really get under my skin." 

"I'd enjoy getting under even more of it."

"Careful, I might just take you up on that." He mutters, his voice going slightly hoarse at my ear, placing a kiss at the sweaty nape of my neck after brushing my hair over my shoulder, kissing along every inch of skin revealed, his other hand slowly caressing my inner thigh, sending a spike of desire through my blood. But suddenly after hearing a gentle moan after one of his long nimble fingers presses inside me, he stills for a moment. I blink and let out a shaky breath, turning slightly to try to look at his face.

"What's wrong?" 

"Well, this is like...your first time, right?" His eyebrows have drawn together like he's trying to be thoughtful, considering the situation. I don't like the look on his face so I look away with a slight scoff, just trying to brush it off with a shrug and a grin.

"What, like it's hard?" I try to joke with it instead of dwell on it, not wanting him to make this like a 'make love' vs. 'fuck' situation. Atsumu doesn't take the bait, his expression softening slightly, his hand moving from caressing the shell of my ear, down my jawline as he looks at my face upturned as I sit in his lap. He lets out a soft sigh, his thumb rubbing gently at my jaw, his gaze still fixed on mine.

"It's not hard. But I think it's important."

"Well, I don't." I huff a little, getting uncomfortable with the ceremony, although, he knows I haven't even had a boyfriend, so I'm severely lacking in intimacy in general. Atsumu's eyes widen slightly in shock, then harden at my stubborn tone. His grip on my chin becomes a little tighter subconsciously, sensing my irritation at not being allowed to dismiss this. 

"Why are you so hell-bent on avoiding this conversation?" He presses, his voice a mixture of annoyance and genuine worry.

"Why are you so hell-bent on having it?" I scoff and look over his shoulder to focus on some random part of the wall with a crease in my brow, frustrated. "Why can't you just fuck me?"

"This isn't just some simple 'casual lay'." Atsumu's hand falls flat from my face as his face becomes stern, almost like he's explaining it to an obstinate child. "Damn, I'm just trying to be considerate." 

"Well, can you stop?" I huff out a humorless laugh, my eyes widening incredulously. I veer back slightly, scoffing. "What are you, fucking purity patrol?"

"No," He snaps, his gaze turning fierce.  "I'm your friend."

"Great. You're my friend. You've been considerate." I say plainly, like going down a checklist as I tense my jaw unconsciously. "Can we get back to it now, officer?"

"I don't like your attitude." I moan in irritation as I throw my head back, exasperated. I arch my back slightly to make my hips get some friction from his in my frustration. Atsumu's breath hitches as I position myself more into his lap, and before he knows it, he can't keep the rolling out of his hips to respond to my body's plea. He's frustrated but when I moan, he feels his cock throb for a desperate release he's denied himself.

"Damnit, can you just calm down for five seconds?" He hisses through clenched teeth, his grip on my hip meant to deter but it only encourages. I let out a little whine and when I arch my back once again, he feels the way I've slickened with desire, ignoring his statements and questions in favor of shivering with the contact. Atsumu's eyes close as he hears the soft sounds I'm making, the sound of my wetness against his aching cock causing him to furrow his brow with a weak groan, trying to resist what I'm starting. He murmurs in a hoarse voice, pleading my name as he wars with his desire and rationale. "Please, just listen to me for a moment."

I huff slightly but I turn to look at him, my eyes glossy as my neck flushes, pressing closer to him as my lips part to get me more shallow oxygen. "I'm not unaware of how..." I blush a little but I reach between us and squeeze him lightly, leading to his own gasp. "...just..." I let out a shivering breath, a hint of shyness in the tinge in my ears and tone of voice. Atsumu lets out a guttural moan at the sound of my breathlessness, the feeling of my hand wrapped around him, begging for more contact, more heat.

He groan my name, his head dropping to my shoulder as he lets out a defeated moan, already realizing he's lost. He knows what I'm asking of him, the vulnerability in my tone, and it both arouses and terrifies him. He hesitates for just one more moment, taking in a deep breath, before his  trembling hand slowly, gently, begins to move between my damp thighs. As he starts to settle into a consistent rhythm, he feels my hips moving and riding against his fingers, wanting to milk as much pleasure out of what he's giving me as I can, moaning softly with every touch. His other hand cups my face, tilting it back slightly as he leans in, his lips brushing against my jawline, the skin of my neck, his eyes closed in concentration, his touch both tender and intense. I whimper, my whole body starting to shiver as I groan, vibrating against his lips. "How are you so good at this?" 

"I pay attention." He murmurs, his lips still brushing my pulse, his voice a low, confident hum. As I feel the pleasure build in between my thighs, I grow more and more impatient even at his heavy breathing focusing on making sure he's not speeding up or changing the patterns against my clit. I moan out in impatience before straddling him, and there's an edge of hesitation in his eyes but I can see behind it to the primal need his body keeps rocking with. 

"We can take it slow." I tease him slightly, suppressing a grin, but I reach between us to line his head to my entrance and sink down on him easily, so ready from the attention he's given me so far that when I finally feel the pressure of him hitting all the right spots, my thighs immediately start to shake with my gasping. Atsumu can't help but let out a low groan as he feels the pressure increase, his breath shaky as he desperately tries to control himself. 

"God...you're so tight." He mutters into my collarbone as he moves his hand up the column of my neck to hold the nape of my neck, his fingers enjoying the sensation of my strands running across his knuckles as he moves with my hips.

"Fuck..." I pant out a whine as his other hand moves to my ass to press me closer and him deeper as my nails scrape his back gently, my fingers trembling at the new sensation of being filled by him. His hard arousal seems to beg for more, his body tensing and building, pleasure so taut he's not sure when his climax is coming.

"Oh, I love it when you swear." He purrs, his eyes darkening as he whispers it against my cheek. "You're such a good girl." I shake as my fingers clutch his muscled shoulder blades and I feel his smile as he pants against my ear. "But you're bad for me, aren't you?" I let out a shuddering sound that makes me grind down on his cock harder as he talks dirty to me, and I feel my own pleasure tingle through every bone in my body, but he doesn't seem to let up, even when he knows I'm too turned on to respond. "You feel so good." He mutters, his breath coming in short gasps as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, his muscles bunching, trembling with need. My brows furrow with the feeling of fullness, foreign but delicious and my moans at tattered in short breaths as he slowly eases into me more and more until he's buried fully inside me. 

Atsumu can feel the intensity of the moment, the weight of my desire mingling with his own as he slowly pushes forward, his body responding to every gasp and moan that leaves my lips. He lifts his head, his gaze locking with mine, his eyes dark and filled with primal need. "Is it good for you? Tell me how it feels." He whispers, his voice strained, his hand gripping my hip tightly, holding me in place as he changes the angle slightly that he has more leverage underneath me, knowing I'm a super novice at riding. I moan out loudly, my whole body clenching and tightening and making my body shiver with the sensation. I'm breathing heavily as sweat gathers in my crevices, my face twisted. It makes him concerned for a moment until I let out a sigh of relief and pleasure, almost like it was mixed into my reactions and just chose to reveal its hand.

"You're so..." I groan out, my voice hoarse from the pitch gymnastics. "...big..."

Atsumu can’t help but smirk at my words, his ego inflating, his body tense with the weight of my reaction and the sound of my voice. His ego is stroked almost as deliciously as his cock and he lets out a breathless chuckle, his hand tracing lightly down my side, his skin flushed and hot, his body trembling with desire.

"I bet you say that to all your fake boyfriends."

I can't help but freeze and immediately start giggling hysterically, starting with my mouth closed but as my body shakes with delight and disbelief, eventually it vibrates and infects him as well as I tilt my head back and my teeth get revealed with every chuckle. The vibration make his cock twitch inside me as he tries not to come at the sound of my laughter, further surprising him at how I find new ways to make his blow his load. "Fucking stupid." I chuckle out, unable to breathe slightly through my amusement.

"Yeah, yeah, I deserved that." He chuckles, his hand coming up to rest on my side, his thumb tracing circles on my skin, his angry cock still begging to move so recklessly inside me, even as his brain tells him to keep this gentle, make it good for my first time. But with another wet slide of my pussy on his length, he chokes on his laughter to speak, hoping he's not coming off as too eager. "Can I move now? Or are you still having too much fun laughing at me?"

I give him a half-hearted shrug with a high smile, like I won't give him a solid answer. Atsumu's grin widens even as his body grows hot with irritation at his dissatisfaction. His body grabs hold of him as he grabs the back of my head and flips our positions, leaving us connected as I lie underneath him and his smile lets out the most delicious sigh as his hands move to spread my thighs apart, and I shake with the slightly embarrassing new position, feeling overly exposed.

I can tell from the shining of his canines that he likes the view and my bashfulness subsides as his ruts into me harder than before, a cry leaving my lips loudly, loud enough that I bring my hands up to my mouth in surprise, pink tinging my ears and chest. Atsumu only stops for a moment as he registers the sound like a "cut" from a movie scene, before I feel his hands move to my thighs, holding me open for him and I can tell his pupils have overtaken his eyes, his breathing so heavy that when the pressure increases, I'm not surprised anymore. "You take me so well." He mutters, his voice rough, his body shaking with the intensity of the sensations. "It's like your needy little pussy was made for my cock."

I whimper into his mouth, as I meet his kiss, my tongue begging to taste him over and over again as my body writhes with desire, unsatisfied with just his words and wanting him to completely consume me. I feel some baseline met and I feel my body shaking, my moans sharper against my hands as the twitching increases and stars seem to build against my eyelids as I feel myself jerk under his attention, his boner calling the shots as he presses his tip against the walls of my pussy, begging to be roughened and introduced over and over again to the intruder. I'm so worked up that it's clear that he's not the only one on the verge of something, my mouth panting warm breaths against my palm to stifle the announcement of my peak.

"I want you to come for me." The words come out as a heavy plea, his brows drawn together like he's asking for the last parachute on a failing aircraft. I let out a quiet whimper but he brings both his hands up to pin my hands to the side of my face, worried that I'll try to suppress the noises. "Come for me, say my name, and let me make you feel good." He commands roughly, his words and actions driving me closer to the edge. I'm so close already that the breaths leaving me are whines of noise, and I shake my head, worried and embarrassed as I bite my lip, trying to be quiet regardless of his want. He lets out a frustrated groan, his pleading eyes transforming into annoyed daggers, leaning down to bite my lip to replace mine, his hips unending in their consistent and harsh thrusts, my body jolting and quivering with each movement.

"The last time you came, I nearly passed out. I almost missed it with how much I want to be inside you." Atsumu's almost at a stage of grief at my denial of giving him my moans. He's bargaining even as my thighs and pussy clench around his impressive body, begging and milking him of pleasure despite my shyness. I pulse around him, begging him to push me off the ledge. "I need to know I'm not dreaming this shit up. God knows I've woken up one pump away from busting all over these damn sheets at the thought of taking you underneath them." I thrash against his hands like my body knows it's going to end up defeated if my hands can't get back to my mouth in 10 seconds, his own body shaking and his voice shuddering even as he lets the words race out of his mouth, desperate to chase his release.

"Baby, say my name, please." His last words before letting go are a gravelly whisper as his eyes watch my face, twisted in adoration and despair, the flush on his chest letting me know this is the last fucking chance if I couldn't feel it in the buzzing I feel between my thighs, pulling at me and him, a cord about to snap. "Tell me it's not just me." Atsumu's words end on a choked up sound, and a dam of emotion behind his eyes breaks as his fingers hold fast to me, his cock pounding into me so deeply that my heart throbs at the deep well of desire locked between us.

My whole body starts to convulse at the words, his tone, the idea of him wanting so much more than a simple name on my lips. But I don't dare think of it as I cry out his name, my whole body arching and retreating with the orgasm wracking through my whole body like I'm being exorcised, only to be followed up by the priest himself. The sight must be too much because it gives way to Atsumu's own release, his burning hot cock pulls out of me so quickly, shooting the evidence out at the crime scene, painting me with his desire as he moans out my name, his brows tightened and slackening with every pulse and twitch he draws out as he holds the base in his large calloused hands. I bite my lip so hard as I ride the aftershocks that he lets out a little whine, his body still sensitive as his persistent erection presses against my filthy wet stomach, tugging my lip from my teeth to kiss me fiercely, sloppily, deeply. I hear the message loud and clear as he angles his lip to settle between mine, and I take him up on the offer as I chew on his bottom lip and I feel the groan leaving his mouth at the same time his dick throbs.

After we both take some gulping breaths against each other's swollen lips, I feel his sweat-slicked body roll off of me, spent as we lie on the wooden floor of this desecrated cabin. "Shit... that was... amazing."

"I bet you say that to all your fake girlfriends." I tease with a breathless chuckle. His chuckle is deep and throaty as he turns his head to look at me, a bright smile on his face, probably too boyish for the situation. His eyes roam over my flushed skin and disheveled hair to relish seeing his fake girlfriend so thoroughly debauched.

"Very funny." He says with a smirk. "Just for the record, I don't make a habit of sleeping with my fake girlfriends."

"So what makes me the lucky girl?" I laugh hoarsely, matching his rawness. Atsumu chuckles, but his eyes soften as they scour my skin, wet and glistening from his emissions and confessions of desire. He reaches out, tucking a stray hair behind my ear.

"It might be the incessant bullying." He teases lightheartedly. "And, you know, the fact that you're insanely hot and I seem to lose my mind every time I'm near you." I give him a playful snort and shove at his chest, but his fingers limply hold mine in a grasp, his eyes looking apologetic but oh so happy that it makes my heart flutter. "...I want to be a gentleman and get you a towel, but I need a minute." He lets go of my hand and the look on his face gets intense, his deep brown eyes never leaving mine as he says in all seriousness.

"I think I'm in love with you." 

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Fuck.

Atsumu's post-nut clarity must've swapped places with its evil twin, because he knows that he screwed up when he sees the way my face blanks immediately after hearing the statement. Atsumu knew it was worse because even though he'd just said it, he lied. He didn't think. He knew. 

But if her reaction was this extreme at just the idea of him loving her, what was the point of digging his grave? 

Atsumu quickly said her name to try to get her to stay with him, rather than get up and walk away forever. He lifted his sore body still in the throes of recovery from their extremely physical and emotional bang, and although he really didn't want to ruin it, he just couldn't help himself. Was it because of how obvious it was to him that he'd never get over having sex with her? That the thought of doing anything with anyone else now drove a dull knife through his gut and threatened to twist it?

"I'm...It was..." Atsumu's peace-filled haze of a brain now seemed a huge hindrance in explaining away the catastrophe of a confession his words had made. "I'm not..." Insane? Joking? In love with you? 

She bit her lip and Atsumu's traitorous eyes flickered back to them, wanting to punctuate and kiss her until she forgot the words he spoke or actually, maybe just forgot about everything but him. His lust-filled and starry-eyed gaze told him if he could just get his lips back on hers, he would somehow work some sexy manic pixie dream boy magic on her. Could that apply to him? 

She must've been able to sense his upper body already leaning towards her to put the plan into action because she flinched back. The movement was more than disappointing. It was downright heartbreaking. Atsumu's face jerks back to mimic hers subconsciously, and his lips pursed as he tried to find a way back to his dignity after she ripped his bleeding heart out of his chest, commented on how unrealistic it was, and then smothered it with one of her stupid tee shirts.

"Can we go somewhere?" 

Atsumu's heart seemed to take a staggering inhale when her unexpected question left her lips. Before Atsumu even totally understood what she had said, he was nodding, taking her inquisitive tone to be better than disgust or anything similar to it. She couldn't bring herself to smile and as he saw he start to move, he wanted to hit himself over the head with a hammer, rushing to the bathroom to grab her a towel so fast, he couldn't feel his legs (but that probably wasn't the only reason). 

Atsumu remained on his feet, shifting slightly, wondering what the correct protocol was now. Was he...supposed to help her, like wipe up? Or get her clothes? Or should he leave? His dick-for-brains era left him with no experience in romancing or being good to women, which left him floundering in the face of what might be his one true shot at a soulmate. 

Soulmate? Oh my god, dude, lock the fuck in. 

"Meet at your car in five?" Her voice was low and hoarse from her screaming his name, and his limp dick stood to attention at the memory, the ache reminding him to get dressed too, pulling on some sweatpants as he nodded vehemently, once again speechless and useless and less of everything he should be. Still, when she didn't look at him, he tried not to let his hopes fall too far down the drain. He needed to be serious and real and not silly and casual. Fucking her was anything but silly and casual (Okay, maybe a little silly, but he couldn't help wanting to make her smile). Still, he could feel the douchebag in him, the scared-as-fuck, insecure side of him pounding at his skull as he left her in the bedroom after her dismissal, grabbing the keys from his jacket pocket absentmindedly thumbing the chain. "It was just sex." "Not a big deal." "Don't give your virginity to the idiot kneeling and begging for it, drooling for it." God knows he'd never recover.

His head banged slightly onto the horn as he willed himself to stop overthinking it, but the regret extended to more than just producing the little beep into the night. Hopefully she'll just murder me.

Atsumu's head pops up so fast with the sound of the passenger door opening, her messy hair lit by the car's cabin light before shutting it, and he feels his eyes examine the state, noting it looked like she tried to comb her hands through it to tame it before arriving. Cute. But was she ever not? 

"Hey." She gives him a little glance of her eyes, distracted as she reaches to strap herself in with the seat belt, seemingly trying to get comfortable and that only seems possible by acknowledging him the least amount possible. 

Oh, yeah, I'm screwed. 

"...Hey." Atsumu cleared his throat, begging it to remain positively neutral just like her impassive expression. "...So, did you want to go...?" 

"The lake." She nods resolutely, eyes firmly planted on the night past the windshield, as if bracing herself for something.

"...You got it." The croak in his voice was not very "positively neutral" of him, so he tried to make a joke to lighten the atmosphere. "One lake coming right up." Shoot me dead and don't bother hiding the body. 

She didn't even need to bother suppressing a laugh, it wasn't funny. He knew it the minute he thought of it, cringing internally as his stomach curdled the cans of cheap beer from earlier in the night. Atsumu brought the shaking car keys to the ignition, letting the headlights flash on, and kept his hands firmly planted at ten and two rather than anywhere near her soft...perfect...thighs. He swallowed hard right before he pushed the car into drive, wishing he wasn't flying at half-mast right as he was driving straight to his funeral. 

"I think I'm in love with you." 

Her fake boyfriend had parked the car about a minute ago at the edge of the lake's beach and she had turned her whole body to face his in the driver's seat, ready to give him a piece of her mind.

Unfortunately, didn't seem like she had a piece of mind to give once she looked in his deep brown eyes, wide and braced, turning straight on to meet her gaze fully. It was almost jarring to feel his body know exactly what the blocking was to their own play. Their own tragedy or romance, anyone's guess. Her own eyes glanced up to curse the car cabin's auto-lights for turning on and exposing their messy post-coital vibes in stark yellow lighting, yet trapped in the weird intimate space of a vehicle. When her eyes returned to him, her heart stuttered at the sight. 

Does he have to look like that? She sighed internally, dreamily and exasperatedly. His stupid blond dye made his hair unnaturally frizzy after she had run her hands through it multiple times, pulled on it as he ate her out so fucking politely. She clenched her thighs together, and his big deep brown eyes moved just for a moment down then back up again, as if issuing an apology in his mind for a lack of professionalism. God, he was so infuriatingly charming. Even his brown eyes were still mostly pupil, and she wondered if that was an aftereffect of coming all over your fake girlfriend. She twisted her fingers into her shorts to bring her focus back to the present, reprimanding her body for getting excited. Atsumu's thick dark eyebrows furrowed slightly and like clockwork, his sweet, warm, full pink lips pursed. He'd even be hot as a girl.

She opened her mouth again, but then is cut off once again by the light now dimming, assuming the car is done for the night. A part of her is happy for the safety of shrouded darkness, and the other wants to blame her lack of brainpower on the constant interruption. She turned her gaze slightly down, regretting it when she sees the outline of his cock shadowing against his sweatpants. She stares at it, the moonlight providing enough to make it obvious. At least to her. She waited for her heart beat to slow to an appropriate tempo, before pointing a decisive finger at the interloper.

"Are you hard right now?" 

"No." Atsumu's eyes haven't strayed from hers in these past long minutes, and, given like he has a time-limit on all responses, he knee-jerks the one word out of his throat. "I mean. Yes. But it's not. Like, sexy." She simply stares at his dick's imprint, and he stares back at her face, refusing to let me out of his sight for even a moment like I'm an apparition who just needs the chance to disappear. "...Unless..." She finally raises a tired eye to look at his brow twitching, like it would kill to be raised if he thought I thought it would be funny.

"Be quiet." 

"Yup." 

A second passed. Another. Neither of them moved except for their eyes and lungs. Heart beats were not to be spoken about. Finally, weary from the tense atmosphere, she leaned back against the window, seatbelt already long departed from across her chest, closing her eyes to the confusion crowding her vision.

"...So..." Atsumu let out a long vowel and breath after watching the development, trying to keep his eyes off her elegant throat. I want her to choke on my-

"So." She jerked up to meet his gaze, and he starts, nervous that she was able to hear his innermost perverted thoughts.

Wouldn't put it past her. 

"Love." She clasps her hands together like a professor getting ready to give a life-altering lecture. Who is Atsumu to deny her? He nods solemnly as if on the same page.

"What's it got to do with this?" 

She kicks a foot out to hit his shoulder to avoid letting out a chuckling groan at his inability to take anything seriously. "Do you want to talk about it or not?" She accuses.

"No, I do, I do." Unless you're going to reject me. Then no, I'll gladly pine for the rest of my life.

She crosses her arms as she retracts her foot back to her side of the console. "Well?" 

"Well, what?" 

A frustrated groan as she runs her fingers down her face like she can pull the skin off and place it onto someone else along with all her problems. "Atsumu, tell me how you feel. I'm not going to play guessing games." 

"I like you." 

"Not love?" 

"No, like love." 

"So yes?" 

"Um." Atsumu keeps a blank expression on his face for a second before saying softly. "I forgot the question." 

"No, I'm seriously over this." She throws her hands up in defeat as she swings her feet back down to the car floor, slamming the passenger door on her way out. She could've sworn she felt a rush of pride at seeing Atsumu's face worry at her reaction, but when she turns around he's already in front of her, leading her to yelp and clutch the fabric at her heart. "Jesus Christ, what are you, a fucking vampire?" 

"Would that be hot?" Atsumu's eyes look so weirdly intense, I almost do have a moment where I debate his nature. His good looks are supernatural. I let out a little snort.

"No, Atsumu, you would not be hot if you were a vampire." Resignation and exasperation leak into the slow statement, my eyes tired as I look towards the glittering lake.

"Well, that's just a lie." 

"You wouldn't be hotter." 

"So you think I'm hot?"

I blink up at him in confusion, my whole body starting to shiver with annoyance. "I just had sex with you-" 

"And I had a great time." I let out a slow groan as I start to bounce on the balls of my feet, placing my palms against my eyes so I can burn the image of him out of my mind as I lean back against the door. "Just thought you should know-" 

"I got it, Atsumu." 

Does she get it? Atsumu resists the urge to see his fantasy manifest as he would shove her up against the door, grind his cock against her sweet little pussy until she soaked her way through those ridiculously basic panties. He cleared his throat as he tried to bring his attention back to her face rather than focusing on the apex of her thighs, but they snag on her chest. "Those damn tee shirts." Atsumu accidentally mutters the words.

"Excuse me?" 

"Nothing." He purses his lips together as he tries to pull himself together, but a sweat has turned cold since he's been nursing it since the moment he confessed.

She sighed but started to speak as she ran a hand through her messy locks. "Look, if you regret saying it, I can forget it." Atsumu felt his body flinch at the soft-spoken words, as if she was doing him a favor.

Of course you could forget it. Atsumu thinks bitterly to himself as he glances at the sparse grass and sand between their feet, his shoes kicking up a little dust as her sandals remain frozen. I wonder if I have a foot fetish. His thoughts are swift and unbidden as he imagines running his tongue along the curve and heel of her pretty feet, hearing her breathy laugh as it tickles and curls her toes. He sighs almost wistfully, defeated as soon as the idea began. He got one perfectly sexy night with her but that's all it was. If it's her feet, I guess you can call me Dr. Scholls.

"Why do you keep doing that?" Atsumu's head sadly looks up to see her quizzical expression, obviously impatient with her hands on her hips, annoyed at his unsubtle drifting off into sexy Fantasyland. 

"I'm thinking about fucking you." Atsumu decides on the path of least resistance, but he's unsure if that's what he's treading on when he just tells her the point-blank truth. His expression is so pathetic that you'd think he just admitted that his dog died.

"...You realize that's not very helpful, Atsumu-" 

"Yeah, well apparently, I'm not a very helpful kind of guy." She sighs at his rude response and he can't help but get even more turned on. God, why does she do that?

After another unbearable beat of silence, she lets the sentiment roll off her tongue without a small amount of weariness. "What do you want me to do, Atsu-" 

"I want you to love me." 

I blink back in slight surprise, considering he's been dicking around the subject for as long as we've been at the lake. I'm not sure what to say but luckily he's not finished.

"I want you to want me. I need you to need me." 

"Is that the only way you know how to communicate? Through '80s song lyrics?" 

"No." I look up at him with a raised eyebrow, when his eyes flit down to his tented pants. I groan and grab his collar, demanding him to actually pay close attention.

"Atsumu, I'm going to literally punch you in the nuts right now if you don't-" 

I don't finish the sentence before Atsumu presses my targets into my hips, his hands moving quickly to cup my ass and angle me to get the most friction against his insistent erection. I moan against his mouth, but he takes it as encouragement until I shove him away. 

"That is not-" 

"I'm in love with you." Atsumu breathes out heavily, his face already flushed, his clothes rumpled like he just had a 5-day long romp in the hay rather than two seconds of making out with me. "I'm so in love with you, I'm going crazy. I want to kiss you, fuck you, rip your clothes off-" I open my mouth to counter all those points when he holds a finger up continuing as if I haven't moved. "And I know what you're going to say. 'That's not love, Atsumu.'" He says the words in a high-pitched tone that makes me want to squeeze his head until it pops. "I know it's not, you've said it yourself, I'm a slut. A huge fucking whore that fucks anything that looks at me for more than two seconds." I bite my lip as I feel a little hint of guilt creep in but once again, it doesn't stop his tirade, a hand pulling at the lip until my teeth release it, his speech seeming perfectly polite as he continues. "Please don't do that, it's highly distracting." 

Now I'm trying to suppress a laugh as he takes a deep breath, as if needing to recenter himself after being interrupted. "But I've gone so off the deep-end that I'll gladly fuck a hole in the wall if you told me you looked at it once. I'm so stupid, I'd spend every day for the rest of my life coming up with shitty little plots like this one to make it possible to get an ounce of attention from you." 

At this point, Atsumu lets out his own chuckle, breaking him from his trancelike state of desire as he runs a hand through his hair, his eyes wild. "I can't believe you thought for one second this was a coincidence. Fake dating? Seriously? Who fucking does that?" 

I blink up at him, confused, trying to make sense of the fast pace of this monologue. I'm not given much time before his timer runs out and he reveals it all like an evil mastermind talking to a bound up superhero. "I've been single so many times on these trips. No one brings their partners. Ever. Half the guys on the team are taken!" His chuckle is really matching that villain vibe as he starts to pace and wave his hands. "But no, if I said, 'hey, could you just say you're my girlfriend?' Or, god forbid, I actually asked you on a date, you'd laugh until my balls turned to stone and rolled into a ditch." He bemoans another idea in his head as he stops in front of me once again, tilting his head to the sky. "No, I needed you to come out here and look at me and try..." He pulls up a deep breath through his flaring nostrils, his hands shaking in front of him like he's begging. "...try seeing me as anything but some douche on the volleyball team." 

My jaw has slackened quite considerably at his declarations, even as he stand solid and messy in front of me now, his face flushed in embarrassment or exertion, I'm not sure. I taste the dryness on my tongue before whispering out slowly. "...Those were a lot of words." 

"Oh, fucking Christ, just say you only want me for my body and let me die every night in between your thighs." Atsumu drops to a crouch suddenly, head burying in his crossed arms as if it's too much weight to listen to my slow responses. "Anything but that you don't want me." He almost whimpers out the words on a quiet hum against his skin, unable to look into my eyes.

"...I didn't know how I'd feel at the beginning." He lifts his head only enough to now rest his chin on his arms, pensive almost as if he's speaking to no one. "...I'm not so dumb to think I'd pick the most perfect girl in the world for a dumb camping trip sexpedition." I wonder if he coined the term. "I admit I've jerked it to you a bunch of times but I knew there was no way in hell you'd ever let me hit it for real." Atsumu scoffs, embarrassed and chastising as he runs a hand through his hair. "...I liked it. I liked that I couldn't have you. It made you a challenge." He shakes his head, feeling all the more immature about his perverted way of going about the world. 

Then his glossy eyes finally lift to look up at mine, serious, strong, and enduring. My eyes widen even as my hair whips slightly in my face with the wind, making me pull some strands from my mouth ungracefully. 

"I don't know what I did to deserve it. I must've went down on some crazy reincarnated god or something because I..." He lets out an incredulous chuckle, and I try to not let it show that I'm so pent-up with laughter at his absurd way of talking. Atsumu finally lifts himself back to his feet but seems to struggle at keeping his balance as he places a hand on the door to box me in, his eyes inky and yearning. "...Even one week with you has shown me that life's going to be an absolute mind-numbing waste of time if you're not with me." 

I lift my eyes to stare into his, both darting and daring the others to remain in one place. I watch the muscles of his forearm and know that he must be fisting his hands, unclenching them then doing it all over again just to keep himself from touching me. His head tilts but it's not teasing, more like his head is heavy with all the thoughts he's just expressed as he murmurs my name, looking at me through his dark lashes. "...I don't want to confess." 

His eyes widen as his brows lift, making his face more open and I know I've captured his attention easily, like my voice is the only thing his ears can pick up on. I smile with a shrug, feeling my ears tinge pink, my whole chest flushing underneath my tee shirt. "...Maybe I can show you." My whole face turns red as I realize how that sounds with the way his nostrils flare, I start to sputter as I wave my hands in front of me, vehement and nervous. "O-or like, tell you, a little bit. Every other day or something." At the happy smirk starting to grace his face, I feel a shiver run down my back and I curse the way he affects me so easily. "Well-" 

"Every day." Atsumu negotiates with his sharp canines peeking out, providing a very compelling argument as I swallow. 

I let out a thoughtful hum, but it's too shaky to be convincing, and his whole body knows it as he snakes a smooth warm hand up under the hem of my tee shirt, a hungry look in his eyes. "...I mean, I guess I would also say that I feel." I feel his other hand come up to my chin, making sure I can't look down and about like I've been doing since I started talking, my eyes wide with slight terror as I look up into the brown eyes I'll sink into for as long as he breathes my name. "...the same." 

"And what is that, darling?" Atsumu murmurs low against my lips, still grinning so greedily against my lips that I almost pout at how easy it is for him to read me.

"...I'm in love with you too." I mutter the words out quickly, hoping the universe doesn't catch this vulnerable humiliating confession of mine.

Atsumu lets out the longest sigh known to man as his large nimble fingers trace my face and his eyes devour the single most red expression known to man. He grins easily as he starts to tease me. "So, are you willing to fake being the love of my life, now?" 

I feel my mouth start to split my face to match his mischievous expression and I feel my heart sing as I assent. "I think I'm done pretending."