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Miya Atsumu was ruining Hinata’s life!
Yes, the heartthrob MSBY setter was nothing but trouble for Hinata’s poor, fragile little heart. There was no way he did not know what he was doing.
Hinata’s state of despair started a little something like this :
It was a casual Monday morning, nothing special to it. Atsumu had insisted on leaving for the gym early, which was normal enough. This was until Atsumu did something — or more specifically, he said something — that sent Hinata’s brain in a frenzy
To any other person, the exchange would’ve been nothing out of the ordinary, but Hinata was quick to take notice, and with the little amount of thinking capacity his brain held (according to Kageyama), he immediately pieced it all together.
Atsumu was mad at him.
It took nothing more than a little “I’m leaving now! See ya, Hinata!” for him to figure out.
Now you, as the reader, might be thinking “Hey! What makes you think he hates you? Is it because he didn’t say ‘I love you’ before heading out?”
Absolutely wrong!
The problem wasn’t just the formal see-off, it was the usage of Hinata’s family name rather than the customary “Shouyou-kun” that Atsumu used and had been using to address Hinata since the day they met.
Hinata knew very well that he didn’t have the time to have a crisis, and that he had been spreading butter on his toast again and again, staring into space like a madman for more than a conventional amount of time, but he just couldn’t understand one thing.
Why was Atsumu mad at him?
He seemed to be in a good mood last night. They arrived home from their movie date, Atsumu had kissed him as soon as they entered their room, and it didn’t take long for things to escalate from there. Atsumu had told Hinata that he’s the best Atsumu has ever had like he does every time. When they woke up the next morning, Atsumu was still cuddling him, he had kissed him on his forehead, then his eyes, then his nose, telling Hinata to get up and get ready, whilst not showing any signs of wanting to do said thing himself.
Everything had been completely normal since last night, then what was it?!
Hinata finally willed himself to get it all together, got ready and left for the gym. When he entered, Bokuto-san was the first one to notice something amiss about him, and he caught a hint of worry in Sakusa’s eyes as well.
“Hey hey hey, Hinata what’s up?” Bokuto said in his loud, cheerful voice.
Times like these, when Hinata wasn’t too busy being excited about everything that was around him, he’d notice how big Bokuto-san’s presence was. Everytime he was somewhere, he was so there, the entire environment was always full of him.
Hinata weakly lifted his head up, a small smile spreading across his face, “Hi, Bokuto-san.”
Bokuto knit his eyebrows together, cheerful face turning into a frown. He opened his mouth to ask a question, but he was cut off by the coach.
Coach Foster clapped to get everyone’s attention, and told them all to start warming up, then to move on to serving drills.
Hinata's favorite thing about volleyball was that when he was standing on the court, it felt like a world of its own. Nothing that happened outside of the court existed, or much less mattered.
On the court, everything was just about volleyball.
During their breaks, Hinata tried his level best to stay out of Atsumu’s way. He feared that if he got too into Atsumu’s space, the blond setter might explode on him.
It was during one of these breaks that Bokuto-san cornered Hinata, accompanied by Sakusa, who had a hint of worry still evident in his eyes despite his stoic expression.
“Okay, did something happen between you and Atsumu?”
Hinata didn’t have it in him to lie, so he just looked down and slightly nodded his head.
Bokuto-san raised an eyebrow, “What? Did you guys fight?”
Hinata shook his head, “He’s mad at me,” he mumbled under his breath.
Bokuto had a shocked expression on his face, even Sakusa’s eyes went a little wide.
“Mad at you? Why?” Inunaki asked from somewhere behind Bokuto.
This guy hears everything.
“That’s what I don’t know!” Hinata whisper-yelled. Bokuto, Sakusa and Inunaki had formed a semicircle in front of him. “This morning, when he was leaving for the gym, he called me ‘Hinata’ instead of ‘Shouyou-kun’ or ‘Shou’! I’m positive that he’s mad at me, I just can’t figure out why!”
Sakusa rolled his eyes, “Oh, my God! That has to be the dumbest thing I’ve heard to—“
“You should do something to make him not mad at you anymore!” Bokuto said, politely cutting Sakusa off. He was practically vibrating with excitement.
“Oh yeah, totally. You should go home right now and prepare, like, a really romantic dinner or something for him. Tell coach Foster you’re feeling sick, we’ll cover for you!” Inunaki added, taking a sip from his bottle.
“Really?! Should I do that?” Hinata beamed, it seemed like a good enough idea. Even Wan-san agreed!
“I still think this is extremely stupid. There’s no way he’s actually mad at you f—“ Sakusa was cut off again, this time by Inunaki.
“Yeah dude, make him some crazy good dinner, light a few candles, you know? All that cliché romantic stuff, maybe you can play Careless Whisper or something in the background. Just- Blow his mind! Make it so romantic that he’ll forget why he was mad at you in the first place . You know what? I should accompany you to your house and help you set it all up.”
“Wan-san, are you sure you just don’t want to leave practice early?” Hinata eyed Inunaki suspiciously. Inunaki simply laughed and pat Hinata’s head.
A few minutes later, a supposedly panicked Bokuto made his way towards Coach Foster, animatedly telling him about how dizzy Hinata felt, and how he should be taken back home for rest immediately. Inunaki, proposing to be the knight in shining armor, very smugly announced that he’d deliver Hinata home in one piece, no worries!
The annoyed look Atsumu gave Inunaki didn’t go missed by Sakusa. Upon hearing Inunaki’s announcement, Atsumu hit his next serve with a little too much force, and then got chewed out by Coach Foster for it.
“Deserved,” Sakusa thought to himself.
Inunaki and Hinata decided to get to work as soon as they got home.
“Are you sure you’re fine with helping out?” Hinata asked, voice feeble. Inunaki shrugged, “Why not? Teammates should help each other out,” then he leaned in, wiggling his eyebrows, “Plus, I’m pretty sure your lover there on the court is definitely being engulfed by the ugly, green monster. If he’s gonna be angry at me then he won’t be as angry at you.”
Hinata didn’t question him any further, deciding to focus on the task at hand.
He found some scented candles in their storage room, an old candle stand as well, all housewarming gifts that they never bothered to use, or never really had the time to use. Wan-san was a surprisingly good chef, so cooking dinner didn’t take a lot of time or effort either.
“What else?” Hinata asked.
Inunaki scratched his head, “Um, I don’t know?” then a lightbulb clicked in his head,
”Wait! How about, like, balloons and rose petals? I’ve seen them do that in a lot of movies. Maybe you can buy streamers too.”
“Uwahh!! Wan-san you’re a genius! You must’ve had a lot of girlfriends.”
Inunaki scoffed and pushed his hair back, “Now, I don’t mean to brag or anything, but the ladies were insane for me. What can I say, maybe I just am that charming— Hey, Hinata! Where are you going?!”
“The practice is going to end soon, I need to buy all the remaining stuff,” Hinata was putting his shoes on hurriedly, and then he dashed out the door.
“Wha— Wait! I’m coming too!”
When they were done blowing the balloons and putting up the streamers, Inunaki left to go back home. Hinata sat himself down on the couch in anticipation, vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass.
A few minutes later, he heard Atsumu in the driveway. He immediately got up to make his way towards the door, but in his attempt to speed run he tripped over the table, sending everything on it tumbling down with him. He heard the sound of popping, probably the balloons. He looked for something he could use as support to get up, only to realize he was using the party streamers, and down they came with the rest of the decoration. As Hinata fell once again, more balloons popped around him. In one last attempt to get up, Hinata gaped at the sight in front of him.
Everything he had prepared was a mess .
The food was on the floor, so was the unlit candle stand, now broken into God knows how many pieces. Most of the balloons had popped, all the party streamers were on the ground, the rose petals looked like they had barbarically been trampled on. All his efforts went to absolute, total waste.
“Shouyou-kun?” He heard Atsumu behind him.
Now, this was his last straw. Hinata drew one shaky breath, and then burst into tears.
Atsumu was already mad at him, and now he had turned their house into a junkyard, creating a mess that would take ages to clean. This was going to make Atsumu even angrier, he seriously fucked up.
Atsumu dropped his bag and kneeled down beside Hinata to engulf him in a hug.
“Shouyou-kun? Is everything alright? I- I thought you were sick.”
Hinata sniffed, “I’m so sorry, Atsumu-san. I just wanted to—“ another sniff, “to prepare something nice for you. I thought we could have a nice dinner together, and you’d stop being mad at me but this probably just made things wors—“
“Wait, wait, wait. Mad at you? Where is that coming from?” Atsumu knit his eyebrows together, evidently confused at Hinata’s very vague explanation.
“Well, I—,” Shouyou began to explain, but was cut off by Atsumu.
“You know what? First, ya should go take a bath. Yer like,” Atsumu paused and sniffed Hinata, then made a face, “All stinky and gross, seriously.”
Shouyou began to open his mouth, so he could at least defend his honor and specify that he had smelled like fresh laundry on a summer day before the entire debacle took place, but Atsumu spoke before he could, “Shower, now. I’ll clean this up. Ya better not come out till you’ve scrubbed for a good twenty minutes on the clock.”
Realizing that arguing with Atsumu would most definitely be in vain, Hinata got up without a word and rushed to the shower, admittedly feeling guilty for letting Atsumu clean the mess he had created.
Ten minutes into his shower, Atsumu knocked on his door and said that he had taken out clothes for him to wear, which was a little weird, but he decided it was best not to question it.
Hinata exited the shower and was surprised to see that the clothes Atsumu had picked out were rather fancy.
Hinata trusted Atsumu, he really did, but sometimes he just couldn’t understand what was going on in his boyfriend’s head. The moment they were out of the court, Hinata couldn’t read him to save his life.
Discerning that he had spent way more time than actually necessary standing on the same spot with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, Hinata made quick attempts to put on whatever clothes Atsumu had picked out for him. When he made his way out he saw that Atsumu himself was fully dressed in equally fancy clothes, and was standing in the genkan, scrolling through his phone.
His face perked up immediately when he caught sight of Hinata, and told him to hurry up and put his shoes on, “What were ya doing in the shower for so long, huh?” His facial expression implying things that made Hinata punch him lightly on his chest, “Atsumu-san~” he pouted, and Atsumu had the audacity to laugh.
Hinata wore his shoes, and asked Atsumu where exactly they were headed. Atsumu dismissed him, then proceeded to dismiss him the same way the next five times that he brought up the question in the car.
When Atsumu parked their car and gestured Hinata to step out, he obliged until two seconds later that he recognized their destination, and was too dumbfounded to form an actual sentence.
He tried nonetheless.
“Uh, Atsumu-san, why are we at a restaurant?”
Atsumu gave him his most sheepish grin, and intertwined their fingers, “Well, ya said that ya wanted us to have a nice dinner together, and if there’s one thing I can’t do then that’s denying ya something, so here we go.”
Hinata stared at him, and then continued to do so for a good minute or two before Atsumu guided him into the restaurant. They settled down on a table for two and each of them picked up a menu card .
“I forgot to ask ya,” Atsumu started out of the blue, making Hinata look up.
“Why didja think I was mad at you?”
After all the happenings that took place in the last one hour or so, Hinata had completely forgotten about the way his day had started and what had occurred since his crisis in the morning.
“I, uh..” Hinata looked away and started messing with the cloth on their table.
“Shou-kun?”
And there it was. The “Shou-kun” that would light Hinata up with the heat of a thousand suns, and send butterflies to his stomach despite having heard Atsumu say this for years now.
The “Shou-kun” that he would never, ever stop appreciating after today.
“Today morning — and this is super embarrassing, so you have to promise not to make fun of me — as you were leaving for the gym, you called me ‘Hinata’ instead of ’Shou’ or even ‘Shouyou-kun’ and I thought it was because you were mad at me … or something.”
Atsumu was staring at Hinata when he finished speaking with an amused expression on his face, and Hinata went red as a tomato.
“And then Wan-san and Bokuto-san suggested that I organize a nice, romantic dinner so you’d forget all about being angry and forgive me!! But by the time you came back I ruined it all, and then you were the one who comforted me and you had to clean it all up and you even made the effort to take me out and I’m really just the worst boyfriend in existence and— Hey! Why are you laughing?!”
“It’s just that,” Atsumu wiped a tear from his right eye, “Yer so fucking adorable, Shouyou-kun. I can’t believe ya thought I was mad at you because of a minor slip up.”
“Wait– what?! A minor slip up ?! You’re not actually mad at me?”
“What? Of course I’m not!” Atsumu exclaimed, trying hard not to laugh, “And let me tell ya a little secret,” Atsumu leaned in, “Omi-kun had already told me all about this ‘plan’ during practice, in fact, he told me the moment you left with Wan-san. I just didn’t know it’d end up being such a disaster.”
Now Hinata was really too stunned to speak. Firstly, Atsumu wasn’t mad at him, which was a relief. Second, Sakusa-san had snitched on him, which meant he needed to have a word with him on the importance of secrecy in friendship. Third, Atsumu was a monumental asshole.
“You jerk!” Hinata hissed, and kicked Atsumu under the table.
Well, tried to kick Atsumu under the table, but unfortunately for him, he was very predictable to his boyfriend. Atsumu caught his foot in between his legs, and leaned forward to place a kiss on the corner of his lips, “Yer so cute. I love you, too!”
Hinata looked down and mumbled a little “shut up” before burying his face in the menu, which only caused Atsumu to chuckle and coo at him.
Yes, Miya Atsumu was ruining his life, but maybe he doesn’t mind it all that much.