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I need a love that will keep me safe
Pull me from hell, bring me back again
Atsumu couldn’t be any more in love.
Waking up to Hinata’s soft smiles, one leg draped over his waist, tufts of orange springing everywhere, Atsumu was sure he was the luckiest person ever.
Maybe, between the two of them, Atsumu was the stronger one, but it was Hinata — his Hinata — who protected him, who really kept him safe.
Because around Hinata, Atsumu felt more vulnerable to snarky remarks and less than sincere smiles, felt breakable, and it was Hinata with his warmth, his kind words and his unfaltering love for Atsumu that kept him intact.
Hinata made him feel so loved, to the point where he wondered at times if he even deserved the angel he gets to see and love every single day.
Play me the classics, something romantic.
Give him my all when I don’t even have it.
They never liked going through their morning routine in silence.
Hinata especially, the boy always preferred working with music playing in the background. Thus it became a tradition to play something while they brushed, did chores or cooked breakfast because Atsumu was way too weak to deny Hinata anything, it was a trait he didn’t seem to possess.
Atsumu had sworn to dedicate his everything to Hinata, to keep all his love reserved for said boy.
There was something about Hinata that brought out the best in him, even though he couldn’t always see it himself.
If Atsumu’s sets could trick spikers into believing they’re doing a good job, then Hinata’s praise could trick one into believing that they're the most special, most rare and treasured human being to walk this planet.
Atsumu knew, because Atsumu experienced it first hand every day, and he’d never get tired of it.
“Shoyo-kun?”
I always dreamed of a solemn face.
Someone who feels like a holiday.
But now I’m in pieces, barely believing.
Starting to think that I’ve lost all feeling.*
“Atsumu-san?” Hinata eyed Atsumu up and down, face flushed from the alcohol, clothes dripping with water, “Did you— Did you just walk to my place?! It’s raining outside!”
“Shoyo-kun!” Atsumu exclaimed as he took a step forward and hugged Hinata, ignoring whatever question the boy had asked him.
Hinata blinked once, twice, then wiggled his way out of Atsumu’s embrace.
“You’ll catch a cold if you stay in those clothes. And you’ll make me catch one as well!” He scolded, concern evident in his eyes.
Ever so caring Hinata, ever so kind.
Atsumu was in love with him.
“I like ya, Shoyo-kun,” he said out loud. Hinata froze.
When Osamu had decided to quit volleyball, Atsumu’s entire world had crumpled.
It was supposed to be Atsumu and Osamu, the Miya twins, making it to the top together. Atsumu was an excellent player, but the connection he and his brother had on the court was like no other, they could read each other. playing with Osamu was the most liberating feeling ever, and Atsumu didn’t think he’d ever have that again.
Until Hinata came along.
The promise he made all those years ago — “ I’ll toss to you one day, ” he never understood how exhilarating that one thing could be, until he played with Hinata for the first time, on the same side of the court.
Atsumu’s world wasn’t broken anymore, it was radiant and warm, and it was all because of one person, a person who felt like coming home, no, more like a person who was home
So it didn’t take long for Atsumu to realize that the feelings he had for Hinata were more than just those you feel towards a volleyball partner.
Atsumu was a confident person, but he always faltered when it came to Hinata. Thus getting shitfaced was his best bet on being able to confess. He knew that if he ever tried doing the same thing sober, he’d chicken out, and beat himself over it forever.
Now as he was standing in Hinata’s house, having said the words he had kept inside for so long, it didn’t feel real, it didn’t feel right.
He didn’t feel like a major weight had been lifted off his shoulders, because Hinata was still standing there, not moving, not turning back, not responding.
Atsumu realized then that he made a huge mistake.
He turned around, opened the door and ran out.
You came out the blue on a rainy night, no lie.
I tell you how I almost died
While you’re bringing me back to life.*
Atsumu was sitting on a roadside bench, head in hands.
“Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry,” he tried telling himself, but he could feel the tears threatening to leave his eyes. Or maybe they were already leaving his eyes, and he just thought it was the rain.
He ruined everything.
And now Hinata was going to hate him.
Atsumu was a little sober now, but he was too lost in his thoughts to notice the figure looming over, and then proceeding to seat himself beside him.
Until he felt a hand on his shoulder, “Atsumu-san?”
Atsumu looked up, recognizing the voice almost immediately.
Atsumu didn’t have much time to react, he barely managed a “Sh- Shoyo-kun?” before Hinata’s lips crashed onto his.
For a second, Atsumu forgot to close his eyes, too stunned to think of anything other than the fact that ‘holy shit! Hinata was here! He was kissing him!’
He was kissing him?!
But his senses returned just as quickly, and he melted into the kiss.
Unfortunately, due to whatever laws of the universe, air was a necessity, and so Hinata had to pull away, his hand still on Atsumu’s shoulder.
And fuck, Hinata was giving him such a huge goofy grin, Atsumu was far too gone for it.
“You could’ve at least given me the time to respond,” Hinata said, the smile not leaving his face.
Atsumu tried to form a sentence, but he couldn’t find the words.
What could he even say?
“I … don’t know what to say,” Atsumu managed to say something intelligible, at last.
“Then don’t say anything and kiss me,” Hinata said, with utmost seriousness in his voice.
It was a universal fact that Atsumu was weak to everything Hinata wanted, and so kiss him he did.
I just wanna live in this moment forever.
“Cause I’m afraid that living couldn’t get any better.
Started giving up on the word “forever”.
Until you gave up heaven so we could be together.
“Mhmm?” Hinata asked, not looking up from the pancakes he was making.
Pouting, Atsumu walked over to where Hinata was standing and spun him around, hugging his waistline.
“Hey, I need attention,” he complained, which only made Hinata giggle.
“You’re like a little puppy,” he said, placing his arms around Atsumu’s shoulders.
Atsumu smiled and kissed Hinata on the corner of his mouth, “But I’m your puppy, so deal with me,” he said.
Atsumu pecked him on the nose, “I’m doing it already, aren’t I?” he asked.
Shoyo turned back around and started working on pancakes again, Atsumu continued to hug him from behind, nuzzling his face in Hinata’s neck.
“You’re being extra clingy today,” Hinata spoke up. Not a question, just a simple observation.
“It’s ‘cause I love ya too much,” Atsumu said, voice muffled, “can’t believe how lucky I am, and that ya chose me over anyone else.”
“Why would I want anyone else?” Shoyo asked, as if just the thought of picking someone over Atsumu was profane.
“You’ll never get to have anyone else, yer stuck with me forever,” Hinata let out a small laugh, hand going up to Atsumu’s hair so he could ruffle it.
“Really like a little puppy,” he mumbled, Atsumu smiled wider.
Atsumu used to believe that his love for volleyball was the only constant thing in his life, something that’d never change. His grandmother used to tell him that everything was temporary, people come into your life and people leave, the world changes everyday, nothing ever remains the same.
The more he grew up the more he understood what she meant. A part of him used to be scared that Hinata, just like everything else, might be temporary as well, that he would leave Atsumu too.
This was a fear he used to have.
But Hinata chose him, over and over again, every single time. He never ran away, he wanted to stay, and each passing day, Atsumu’s anxiety calmed a little more.
Maybe it was easier to have something permanent, maybe it wasn’t that hard after all, not as complicated as it seemed. Maybe him loving Hinata, and Hinata loving him back was enough to keep them together forever.
He was sure that whatever he and Hinata had was indestructible, as foolish as it seemed, there was nothing he wouldn’t give up to just to keep Hinata in his arms for a lifetime.
You’re my angel.
Angel baby, angel.
You’re my angel, baby.
Baby, you’re my angel.
Angel Baby.
“If you keep holding onto me like this then we’ll never get any work done, you know?” Hinata tried keeping his voice firm, but Atsumu could tell that he didn’t really mind their current position too much.
“Then,” Atsumu kissed Hinata once, “let’s not get any work done and stay like this for the rest of the day.”
Hinata shook his head, “Come on~ Stop being lazy, Atsumu-san.”
Hinata’s orders were in vain, because Atsumu stopped listening a long time ago, he was now busy placing soft kisses on Hinata’s neck, not letting go of the boy.
“Okay, that’s it!” Hinata exclaimed, finally giving up, “Up to the bedroom, now, ” he said.
Atsumu didn’t even try to hide the pleased expression on his face.
I fall in love with the little things.
Counting the tattoos on your skin.
Tell me a secret and, baby, I’ll keep it.
And maybe we could play house for the weekend.
Atsumu knew he was staring, but he couldn’t stop.
Hinata was so gorgeous, even when he was sprawled out on the bed, hair messy and breathing hard, he was so breathtaking and unreal.
It had been two years since they started dating, and Atsumu was more than familiar with every part of Hinata, parts that he loved so, so much. But above everything else, there was the wide variety of Hinata’s smiles, each one holding a different meaning.
The one excited smile he gave when he was amazed by something, the competitive smile that reeked of striving to be the best, and there was this other one — Atsumu’s favorite — where he had the biggest grin plastered on his face, eyes turning into crescent moons.
That one smile was special, because it was reserved for Atsumu only.
Hinata had a habit of sticking his tongue out when he was feeling competitive, or just concentrating on something. He would jump and use a lot of hand expressions when he was excited.
The boy was always willing to give so much, and take so little. He would always see the good in people, always notice their potential.
All of these things together made him so endearing, so precious that Atsumu wanted to keep him away from the eyes of the world, selfishly wanting to keep Hinata all to himself.
Every small habit of his was a habit Atsumu was in love with.
You came out the blue on a rainy night, no lie.
I tell you I almost died,
While you’re bringing me back to life.
“Get ready, Shoyo-kun.”
It was 7 in the evening, Hinata was lying down on their couch, playing some game on his phone Kenma had told him about.
“Get ready? For what?” Shoyo asked, trying to arch his eyebrow up.
Unfortunately, he didn’t have the skills Atsumu had, so he ended up raising both his eyebrows, and looked more like a deer caught in headlights.
“Because we’re going out, obviously,” Atsumu said matter-of-factly.
Atsumu knew that Hinata wanted to prod more, but he simply shrugged his shoulders, got up and went to get changed.
He came back after a few minutes, “Can you at least tell me where we’re going, you’re being too cryptic,” Hinata said, slightly frowning.
Atsumu took Hinata’s hand in his and kissed him on the lips, “It’s a surprise, ya gotta trust me.”
“I trust you,” Hinata had the brightest smile on his face.
The sun had some serious competition, because Atsumu almost melted on the spot.
Atsumu led him outside to the car. Hinata had refused to get a driver’s license in Japan, “You already have one, Atsumu-san, why should I get one unnecessarily,” he’d say every time, so Atsumu was the one driving.
They spent the car ride in comfortable silence. Atsumu’s eyes on the road, Hinata’s eyes on him.
“Are you scared?” Atsumu asked.
Hinata took Atsumu’s free hand and intertwined their fingers, then shook his head, “Nope! I trust you.”
When they arrived at their destination, a public park 10 minutes away from their house, it already had a few couples and families occupying their places on the grass.
Atsumu led Hinata to an empty spot. Hinata sat down, legs crossed, and Atsumu laid his face down on Hinata’s lap.
Hinata started playing with Atsumu's hair almost immediately, Atsumu took to staring at Hinata’s face.
“Mind telling me why we’re here?”
“You’ll know soon enough,” Atsumu replied, voice barely above a whisper.
Hinata shook his head fondly, then bent down to place a gentle kiss on Atsumu’s lips, “So secretive, Atsumu-san.”
“Look up,” Atsumu whispered softly.
“Huh?” Hinata cocked his head to the side.
“Just look up,” Atsumu said again, voice a little louder now.
Hinata did as he was told.
Nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw.
He looked back down at Atsumu so fast it gave him whiplash, “A meteor shower?! ” he couldn’t find his voice to form a full question.
Atsumu had a stupid (adorable) grin plastered on his face, “Surprise!” he exclaimed.
I just wanna live in this moment forever.
‘Cause I’m afraid that living couldn’t get any better.
Started giving up on the word “forever”.
Until you gave up heaven so we could be together.
Hinata was in awe as he took in the sight beholding him.
Atsumu couldn’t blame him, the sky was breathtaking, but if Atsumu had to choose between looking at a meteorite shower and the current expression on Hinata’s face, he’d choose the latter any day.
So yes, Atsumu was taking in the ethereal view, just not the same one as everyone else.
And when Hinata excitedly looked down at him, rambling on about how beautiful the meteors looked, all Atsumu could do was nod along.
You’re my angel.
Angel baby, angel.
You’re my angel, baby.
Baby, you’re my angel.
Angel baby.
Hinata quickly joined his hands together to make a wish. Atsumu very kindly reminded him that you have to make wishes on shooting stars, which Hinata waved off saying “It’s all the same.”
He asked Atsumu whether he made a wish as well, and Atsumu just shook his head.
He didn’t really need anything from God, he had his angel right here.