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“OUUUUWWW FUCK!”
It was sometime between two and three in the morning when Shouyou’s peaceful slumber was rudely interrupted by a ‘thud’ followed by ear-splitting yelps of pain. Immediately, his first reaction was to roll over to the other side of the bed, and yeah— it was no surprise when he found it empty.
It was nothing unusual. Shouyou knew about Atsumu's midnight snacking habits— has known for a while now, actually. He's only rarely awake to witness it, seeing as Atsumu generally does a pretty great job at not disrupting his sleep (or it could be that Shouyou is just a heavy sleeper). What just happened five seconds ago is a rather unusual occurrence.
‘He probably stubbed his toe on the dining table. I told him we should’ve shifted it,’ Shouyou thought, used to Atsumu's shenanigans. He fights back a yawn as he stretches his arms above his head, and hoists himself out of bed.
Disgracefully sprawled over their nice marble floor in the centre of the living room, his right foot clutched tightly in his hands, was Olympic team volleyball player Miya Atsumu, widely renowned as one of the best servers and setters in the whole of Japan. Although right now he looked really pitiful in the dim yellow lighting that Shouyou had just switched on.
“Shouyouuu…” Atsumu grumbles, reaching out to where Shouyou is standing and suddenly grappling onto his calf out of nowhere. What a funny guy…
“Were you about to go on one of those ‘convenience store ventures’ of yours?” Shouyou asks fondly while simultaneously trying to shake Atsumu off like he's a bug without causing any more physical harm.
He promptly lets go of the other’s leg and shifts to lay with his back on the floor instead. “Mmm yeah, sorry for waking you up…” Damn, he really looks like a beetle that got flipped over like this.
“It's fine! I’ve been thinking of following you along, anyway.”
The look on Atsumu’s face was priceless. “I’ve been trying to drag you with me for years and only now are you telling me–” He grabs onto Shouyou's leg again and tugs on it over and over again as if to emphasise his displeasure. “– after I just suffered a devastating injury–” Calling a stubbed toe a ‘devastating injury’ is a huge stretch. “– do you even love me–”
“I’m going back to bed.” As if he could, anyway. It's almost impossible for him to go back to sleep after he's been woken up.
At that, Atsumu stiffens up like a deer in headlights.
“Wait no–”
The outside air at 3am had a completely different feel to it than in the day, or even at five in the morning when Shouyou usually awakens. The roads were almost completely bare of any vehicles, and the only other person (that wasn't drunk) in sight was the lone convenience store employee.
The automatic door slides open and chimes as the two of them step into the store and wow, the air-conditioning feels chillier than usual. Shouyou doesn't visit convenience stores that often, not since high school, anyway— nowadays he prefers to make his own proper food because he's a responsible adult that can take care of himself, and processed food is not a healthy diet for an athlete. He doesn't get why Atsumu frequents this place so much, especially on the off-season.
Without hesitation, perhaps even out of instinct, Atsumu heads to the back of the shop, where the cup noodles are located.
“Cup ramen at 2am ‘s always a safe choice,” he claims.
“Hmmm, but I’m not that hungry though,” Shouyou replies, as he relaxes his shoulders.
“How about a sandwich, then? Those are alright, and not very filling.” Shouyou’s eyebrows scrunch, deep in thought. Of course Atsumu’s suggestions weren't bad, but it just was not anything Shouyou really wants.
“It’s okay, I’ll just walk around and hopefully I’ll find something!” He declares, and turns around to walk away when he hears Atsumu hum in acknowledgement.
He gets pulled back not even three seconds later.
“Shouyou, wait!”
He pauses and turns his head to Atsumu’s direction. “Hm?”
He spots Atsumu squatting before the shelf, seemingly agitated, because that's just how he gets when he's tired and/or hungry. “Seafood or chicken? I like the seafood better, but that's what I got last time, so I kind of don't want it, but the chicken flavour is just alright, y’know, so I don't really want that either. Whaddya think?”
“I think– the beef.”
“Oh great that was my first choice, actually,”
He had just settled on getting a drink when he spots something from the corner of his eye. He couldn't believe it, it had completely slipped his mind! He's suddenly filled with a deep wave of nostalgia, excitement, and joy all at once as almost instantly, memories from high school flashes in his mind, and his heart warms. Meat buns! He reminisces fond memories of grabbing meat buns with his teammates after volleyball practice, and Coach Ukai’s family’s store, and yikes the memory of his first one with the team is really quite cringeworthy.
He feels so grown-up now. Ah, the good ol' days.
They ended up with a grand total of about 1500 yen, most of which attributed to Atsumu's noodles, sausages, and onsen eggs. To his credit, it does look good, but…
“Should you be eating all that?” Shouyou asks, genuine concern in his voice.
Big mistake.
Atsumu’s eyes glint with mischief as he feigns hurt, “Wow, Shouyou-kun. Seriously? What, are you gonna force me on a salad-only diet, next? I can't believe you’re that kind of person.” Shouyou recognises it as that same exact rage-inducing tone that Tsukishima uses on Kageyama all the time. He knows Atsumu's just teasing but falls for the bait anyway. He can't help but feel a little disappointed in himself.
“That's not what I meant and you know it! You know I can make something better and healthier at home if you need it!” He squawks, and Atsumu responds to that by laughing as he steals a piece of his meat bun with zero remorse.