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Atsumu was busy smoothing over every wrinkle in the new fancy dress shirt he picked out at the mall earlier today, his pants finally getting a rest from being repeatedly tucked in and out because he just couldn't decide which went better with the pattern on his shirt.
He was looking in the mirror, the bad lighting accentuating every wrong feature on his face and he was half a second away from ripping these fancy clothes off that weren't even his style and going to this dinner naked, Shoyo's parents be damned.
Why did they have to show up now?
According to Shoyo, it was all because they wanted to watch their son and his boyfriend play in an official match that was happening later in the week. They'd come all the way from the city to meet Atsumu and watch their game. He rubbed at his temples.
The comb on the counter was his nemesis after messing with his hair for the fifth time and ending up giving himself a permanent little coil that stuck out to the side. If he banged his head against the wall and pretended he fell so he wouldn't have to go, would Shoyo forgive him?
Would he know he's lying right out of his ass?
He took one long look over everything on the bathroom counter, avoiding eye contact with the evil mirror and trying to rack his brain into remembering anything that might've slipped while he debated the volatility of the situation relative to his survival.
When nothing came to mind, he huffed out a sharp breath of air and turned off the light.
When he stepped out of the bathroom he could hear the clattering of several boxes and heavy objects but he's too absorbed in his own crisis that it doesn't even register. Hinata was rummaging somewhere in his closet downstairs, looking for Atsumu's loafers that probably have a thick layer of dust over them from being unused over the years.
He eyed his watch again and figured he has five more minutes to double check that he looks every bit the charismatic and charming future son-in-law he needs to try and be.
Atsumu loved Shoyo to death, which is why his hands were shaking and he felt his heart doing little palpitations the same way it had when he smoked a little too much pot once as a teenager.
So maybe he wasn't as charming or charismatic around people he was nervous to meet. In his defenses, it was a very short list—Shoyo's parents sitting comfortably at the top. But one thing he had no problem exuding no matter the situation was confidence. And he hopes that would be enough tonight.
If not charming, at least he'll show up confident that even if he doesn't get their approval to be with Shoyo for the rest of his life, he's leaving with him regardless. Sorry, Shoyo's parents.
He went back towards his dresser and put on two different layers of deodorant then sprayed his fanciest, most expensive looking cologne (that he stole from Samu) on all of the pulse points Shoyo taught him about the night before.
But it was a forty minute drive and he wondered how quickly all of those things wore off and if he should bring them to apply a second or third layer before they had to be inside the restaurant.
"Tsumu? You ready?"
Atsumu whipped around a little too fast to be considered normal, hands splayed out in front of him like he'd just been caught doing something bad. Shoyo took a generous step back, startled enough to raise his hands up like he was trying to show Atsumu he came in peace.
He took a step forward. "Shoyo, you gotta help me here. I'm dyin,'" he pleaded. He hoped his eyes were doing the big round puppy dog thing he was trying to pull off. If he was honest with himself, he didn't even know what kind of help he was asking for right now, but in his state rationality seemed to be out the window.
Shoyo laughed like Atsumu being on the verge of a mental breakdown was just another form of Saturday entertainment for him that he greedily sat down for.
He brought a hand to Atsumu's face, taking hold of his cheek and Atsumu didn't know why he tried to stay angry at him when he was so easily subdued without Shoyo having to even say a word.
He thought maybe he should do something about that, be a little more assertive or less complacent, but instead he instinctively rubbed the side of his face against the palm of Shoyo's hand like he was transferring some sort of calming drug through his very touch alone.
If anyone were to catch him like this, he'd immediately be at their throats and out for blood.
Atsumu whined a little then remembered that his hands could do whatever they want now. He shoved his face into the warmest part of Hinata's neck and let his hands wrap around his waist, pulling them together.
"Are you nervous?" Shoyo's voice was quiet. He used both his hands this time when he went to run his fingers through Atsumu's hair.
"Yer gonna ruin it more," he protested.
He expressed no desire to move himself though, so Shoyo just hummed and continued on completely unbothered. His touch was delicate, flattening all of the unruly hairs Atsumu got frustrated trying to comb out earlier.
Atsumu had half a mind to start something over that, too.
But between the comforting scent of Shoyo filling his lungs like water quelling fire and his calming strokes that made him forget why he was sulking in the first place, he never did. He didn't pull away soon either, being aware of the time but wanting to stretch every single second that he could to calm himself down in Shoyo's arms.
"I'm just a little scared," he admitted, clinging to the hem of Hinata's shirt as if it were a lifeline. A nervous laugh escaped him.
"I couldn't even tell you why. I don't make it a habit of gettin' like this, you know me. Not even before a game."
"It's okay, remember how nervous and panicky I was when I met your parents?" Shoyo laughed, bringing back memories of him running around the house because he couldn't find the perfect pair of jeans to go with the rest of his outfit.
Atsumu snorted but it was a little muffled. "Maybe you're right, we both worry too much," he relented, finally lifting his head up to look at Shoyo. When he stood at his full height, it was a perfect view of Hinata's brown eyes looking up at him with so much affection he nearly fainted.
"Exactly! You've seen my parents before. They're super nice and they'll love a tall handsome man like you," he poked his cheek. "They might even prefer having you for a son over me."
Atsumu released one of his hands to bring his fingers to Shoyo's chin, stroking the bit of skin there before kissing him. It's a gentle thing, the way their lips meld together in a gesture they've repeated a thousand times by now. Yet somehow a chill still ran down his spine when Shoyo dragged his tongue across his lips and melted into his hold like kissing him was the most important thing in the world.
They stay like that for a little longer than five minutes. "We're gonna be late, huh?" he grimaced.
Shoyo went to kiss his cheek, then finally broke their hold and pulled away. "Yep, but that was totally worth it."