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the bright shine of the sun is deceiving notes atsumu while standing at the bus stop in his thin jacket and freezing like an absolute fool. the sun is a big mean liar, how can it be so overwhelming yet so cold? he sighs, good thing there is more than one sun in his universe. speaking of, here he comes running up to atsumu, always steady in the warmth, always punctual, always so breathtakingly beautiful.
“atsumu-san! have you been waiting me for long?” – yes, but it’s because atsumu messed up and came too early.
“no, i only just came”, - hinata slightly pouts taking his icy cold hands.
“you should’ve dressed up warmer”, - they slowly make their way to their usual café to get some morning drinks – an herbal tea for hinata since “caffeine is bad for your health, atsumu-san! you shouldn’t drink so much of it!”, so atsumu sighs and agrees to go from a big black coffee with loads of sugar because of the miya sweet tooth gene to a big cup of cappuccino.
there is a small queue up front so hinata turns to atsumu and nuzzles into him to share some of his warmth. atsumu leans into him, putting his own head on top of hinata’s and his hands into the pockets of hinata’s much warmer jacket. this feels so nice, if atsumu could stop the world from spinning and stay like this – with lovely loving hinata pressed against his chest, smelling of something citrusy and sweet, his soft hair tickling atsumu’s neck – he would. unfortunately atsumu isn’t an all-powerful being with an ability to bend universe at his will and he has to untangle from hinata to place an order and pay for it while hinata does his usual i-am-more-than-capable-of-paying-for-my-and-yours-drinks speech.
outside hinata takes the tiniest of sips of the overy healthy concoction in his cup and while smiling with a big satisfied smile interlocks his hand with atsumu’s. he starts telling about a movie he watched last night with kageyama, which is totally fine and not at all annoying that they still spend so much time together.
“so in the end she stopped seeing ghosts but she still came to spend time with her dad even though she wasn’t able to see him anymore”, - atsumu nods, smiling at the hinata’s big heart beating through his words while he speaks about fiction. all of that is not true yet hinata laughs and aches and cares all the same he would for real people.
the training starts at the same time as usual even though it’s not the game season yet, but all of the team comes to train together anyway just in a more relaxed manner. well, as relaxed as training among literal monsters can be. they start off with a little stretching which inevitably ends up with someone (atsumu, it's always atsumu) challenging everyone else into who can run the fastest or who can do the most squats. any time – most of the time atsumu proudly beams – he wins and turns to give out the greasiest air kisses and winks to hinata who crowns him with his bright laughter while the rest of the team groans and threatens to never indulge atsumu in stupid shit like this.
the actual volleyball practice used to be the only time of the day when atsumu felt alive, as if all that emptiness inside of his chest turns on itself and he is so full full full – full of life, full of love, full of excitement. nowadays he feels this way all the time. could be him getting over whatever edgy phase he was going through in his younger years, could be him finally finding his place around people, could be wanting to be a better person around hinata. does it matter? volleyball is still one of the most important and favorite things for him, dethroned by hinata’s soft lips against his own.
in the moments when he can step back for a second and see hinata soar his own heart flies up too. as much as he loves to show off nothing compares to seeing hinata earnestly jump up and around with his handsome face concentrated yet still radiating the usual warm light. who can really blame him for scooping hinata in his arms and twirling around whenever they score? that's right, no one (anymore, the team is so used to this they don’t react anymore, at first though the collective “ugh” was almost tangible which in hand-sight made him do that even more often until they stopped caring).
during breaks hinata stays close to atsumu but keeps talking to everyone else, especially often he talks with sakusa about some old people things like vitamins and joints health and whatnot. atsumu is used to it by now but he still huffs and pouts until hinata pays some kind of attention to him by holding his hand or leaning closer to him.
practice ends closer to the evening and after taking quick shower, hinata and atsumu make their way back. sometimes they stop by a café close to the gym for dinner, sometimes they cook (them means hinata is cooking with atsumu constantly distracting him and pestering about things taking too slow and shouyou-kun i am going to die of starvation kiss me one last time before i’m gone), sometimes they just order take-out when they are way too tired. tonight hinata wants to try out a new recipe so they stop by for some groceries first.
the store is blasting the damn air-conditioners for some reason, so atsumu shivers trailing behind hinata and dreaming about pulling him closer for some of that citrusy sweet warmth.
“shouyou-kun, i am freezing”, - he can feel hinata smile at his grumbling voice, - “shouyou-kun, i am turning into an icicle”
“i need to get some eggs too and then we’ll be on our way home”, - home. home in hinata’s voice sounds perfect, it sounds healing enough to stop atsumu from huffing at being cold. not enough to step away so he keeps trailing behind hinata until he's done with the getting everything on the list.
as they finally make their way home (home home home) atsumu wrestles out of hinata’s grip one of the bags. he was aiming for two but hinata looked so fiercely at him he decided to opt for whining about how he wants to hold hands and that’s all. he starts slightly rocking their intertwined hands, while they stay silent, comfortable in the setting sun’s rays.
back at hinata’s apartment hinata starts on their dinner while atsumu attaches himself to his side, occasionally helping to reach to the highest shelves and holding the phone with the recipe typed out so hinata can check if he’s doing everything correctly. he offers atsumu to taste if the dish needs more salt, more spiciness, it it’s soft enough, tangy enough and atsumu, trained by his brother being obsessed over perfecting his dishes, offers as helpful comments as he can. then he kisses hinata’s lips curled up with a soundfull hum or his cute cheek covered in specks of freckles and they go back to cooking and observing the cooking process respectively.
dinners are usually spent with some cheesy romcom playing in the background and hinata making small comments in-between so today is no stranger.
“imagine how creepy would that be if this wasn’t a romance movie”, - he softly mumbles before taking another bite, - “following her home, going to places where he knows she doesn’t expect him – that’s a-grade stalking right there”
“and here i thought you were a massive romantic, shouyou-kun, yet you keep dunking on the poor main guy trying to do all these grand gestures”, - atsumu laughs at hinata’s words and then laughs louder at hinata’s flustered face.
“in no way the main guy being romantic! that's not grand gestures, that's stalking! but we have to root for this guy because he’s handsome? ridiculous”
“you think he’s handsome?" – atsumu dramatically gasps clutching on his chest, - "what about me then?”
“aw, are you jealous, tsumu-san?” – atsumu startles at the teasing being reflected back on him and now he is the one being laughed at. but it’s nice, hinata laughs with so much kindness and tender that atsumu can only smile back while cleaning up from the table since it’s his turn today.
while he’s doing dishes hinata sits on the counter next to him, his feet dangling above the ground. he is talking on the phone with his old teammates from high-school - karasuno, the crows - while also sharing all the news with him.
"suga-san’s students drew their favorite animals today! all the drawings are so cute”, - he shows his phone to atsumu with a photo of something vaguely reminding a pink horse? or maybe it’s some sort of big dog? it's quite hard to tell, honestly. hinata keeps cooing at how expressive and imaginative kids are, how detailed some drawings are and how abstract the others are.
“what is your favorite animal?” – atsumu comes closer to him and leans close enough to kiss but far enough to take in his thinking face in all of its beauty.
“a fox”, - atsumu can’t help but grin at that.
“oh? a sly, wicked fox? with sharp teeth and sharp ears?” – his voice is honey – thick with sugar, coating the space around them two.
“i think they’re cute and fluffy”, - of course he would say this, so of course atsumu’s sugary grin raises to a soft smile and of course atsumu kisses hinata while still smiling, pulling him in with all of his sweetness and cuteness. his hands sneak under hinata’s shirt, who melts into the touch right away, softly moaning against atsumu’s lips.
eventually hinata pulls away, a little breathless and flustered as if it’s the first time they’ve kissed and he still can’t believe this is true. cute, so cute, atsumu desperately wants to take a small bite of him to see what he'd taste like.
“want to stay the night?” – his eyes are darker than usual, uneven golden specks glistening in his gaze. atsumu nods and pulls him in for another kiss, but this time hinata slows down and sweetens the kiss, gently cupping atsumu’s face.
“cool, i’m first to bathe!” – he pulls away too suddenly and slips away. atsumu is too stunned to do anything, the realization he’s just been played quietly settling in as hinata giggles on his way to the bathroom. years of sharing a living space with a sneaky brother (read - a real life incarnation of devil who he actually needs to call soon to check if he hasn’t tragically died yet) taught him nothing! he is still being fooled!
atsumu sighs and dials osamu since he’s already thought of him, might as well call him now.
“shouyou-kun broke up with you yet?” – atsumu hisses.
“fuck you. why would you even think that? i am a perfect boyfriend”, - osamu cackles, obviously exaggerating his amusement. – “i see that you’re doing fine?”
“as one can. you should come by with shouyou-kun, i miss him”, - atsumu sighs, as loudly as he can. – “oh, also you should call grandma because she hasn't heard from you for a long time now. don’t see why she would want to hear your annyoing voice though”
“because i’m her favorite?” – it’s osamu’s turn to sigh now, - “i will, first thing tomorrow”
“’kay, then take care or whatever, bye”, - osamu hangs up as hinata walks out of the bathroom. he sits down in atsumu’s lap, tangerines and violets enveloping them both.
“is osamu-san okay?” – atsumu hugs him closer.
“yeah, i think so”, - he sounded a lot more tired than usual, so maybe atsumu and hinata should come visit him to see if everything’s alright. but that’s the thought for tomorrow, tonight he is going to wash up and get into the bed early.
when he walks out of the bathroom, caring the same scent as hinata, his boyfriend is already fast asleep, with his arms shot upwards. he vaguely remembers hearing of some superstition where if you sleep like this you’re destined to be a star. maybe, it’s true, since hinata is one of the brightest and warmest stars he’s ever met with enough force to pull everyone he meets into adoring him. atsumu smiles and hugs him close.
today was ordinary, just one of many days he's had with hinata, nothing special really.
today was perfect.