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Hihihi congrats on the milestone!👀 can I get atsumu with 📷(is it this camera or the camera that is flashing idk hhhhhh)? If you wanna have something to base it in, I really like “驀然回首那人卻在燈火闌柵處” from 青玉案 which I know isn’t a happy prose exactly but let’s be shallow for a second and take it at face value hehe😌

Miya Atsumu x Confession (708 words)

For Cadence <3 – not quite a meet-cute because the poetry you gave me didn’t quite fit that, but I hope this suffices. 

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You return home for Hatsumode in January, a dutiful daughter who heeds her mother’s call. So too, do the Miya twins, though you suspect Atsumu rather resents the relentless nagging from his mother asking him when he’s going to bring home a prospective daughter in law from the way he escapes from his parent’s house, scaling the fence to sit beside you on your parent’s garden swing, a bottle of sake as his entry fee.

“I already told her that dating’s a pain. They all just wanna date me cos they think volleyball players rake in cash, but c’mon, ya know how I’m underpaid especially if I don’t land any sponsors.”

 A familiar complaint you’ve heard throughout the years, one that you’re growing impatient with. 

“Maybe it’s because your standards are too high, and you rule out all the decent ones.” 

He reacts with expected scorn, sneering at his shot glass – “I’d jump at a chance for a date with someone decent, but I don’t know a single ‘un”. 

“Don’t you?” You bristle at the slight to your gender. “Miya Atsumu, you’re exaggerating as usual.”

“Fine – name me a single decent person willing to date me then.” 

You stare at him. You consider throwing your unfinished sake at him, screaming that for god’s sake you’ve been in love with him ever since you were fifteen and he finally outgrew his childhood habit of trying to gross you out by showing you the frogs he catches on rainy days. 

But you don’t. 

It’s not his fault you’re a coward for not admitting that you’re tempted to kiss him on the lips every time he swings you into his arms when he wins a match. It’s not his fault you’re a coward for not admitting that you’ve cried yourself to sleep when you heard he got a girlfriend for the first time. 

No. 

The fault is all yours.

And it’s your choice if you want to communicate like a damn adult. Even if you still feel like a teenager with a crush every time he crosses your path. 

You take another swig of sake, inviting liquid courage to flood your veins. 

“What about me?” 

His head swivels around to look at you almost comically. 

“You?” 

You’re tempted to back paddle into a joke, reassume the status quo. But you gather the scraps of your courage to step out of the dark, to offer him with open palms your bare, beating heart.

“Yes, me.” You say, looking him straight in the eye. “I think I’m a decent person. And I’d date you.”   

The look of confusion on his face is a knife to your chest. You get off the swing, ready to retreat to your childhood bedroom to mourn your embarrassment and heartbreak by your longtime crush. 

With a setter’s reflexes, Miya Atsumu catches your elbow before you slip out of his grasp.

“Yer not joking, are ya? Cos if ya are, it’d be a pretty shitty joke.” 

You shake your head, too tired to yank the knife buried in your chest yourself. “Why would I joke about this?” 

He trips over his words in his haste to respond. “C-cos I’d never imagine yer wanna date me in a million years – ya always got so angry with me when we were kids-”

“That’s cos you were a little shit and tried pranking me all the damn time”, you reply. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. G'dnight, Atsumu.”

“Wait!” This time he trips over his feet, falls headfirst into a pool of golden streetlight. “I haven’t given you my answer yet!”

 “What?” You bite out, resorting to hostility to mask your open wound. 

His smile is genuine, a little shy. 

“If yer crazy enough to have me, I’d leap at the chance.” 

You’re not sure about the sequence of events that follow next. 

The only thing you know for sure is that he steals your absolution for being careless with your heart by crashing his lips onto yours, like a tidal wave breaking onto shore. And you let your very breath be stolen from your lungs by the golden boy you’ve loved all this while.