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MIYA ATSUMU’S UNRELIABLE GUIDE ON SURVIVING AN MSBY NIGHT OUT by yamscooper for shoutowo
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
12 Sep 2022
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“Miya. It’s cold. I wanna go home.”
Atsumu knows he’s being petty, but he sinks to the ground in a crouch and curls himself into a miserable ball. Sakusa doesn’t trust him. His hitter doesn’t trust him. His best friend on the team—scratch that, in life—doesn’t trust him. How is he supposed to live? He won’t make it to the Olympics if Sakusa doesn’t trust him. If Sakusa doesn’t like him, Atsumu might as well stay out here and wait to die.
“You’re so dramatic,” Sakusa says.
Atsumu’s only response is a hiccuping sniffle.
World-class setter Miya Atsumu is what others might call an ‘emotional drunk.’
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Miya Atsumu loves to win, and nothing is better than winning against his best friend, Sakusa Kiyoomi.
Except maybe winning him over.
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Kiyoomi has a third epiphany: Miya is, most likely, his friend. Which means that Motoya isn’t his only friend anymore, which also means Motoya is now his best friend. Kiyoomi hates it here.
Kiyoomi and Osamu are flatmates, the student life is not rose-colored, and Atsumu shows up at the most unexpected times in the most expected places. Kiyoomi is... dealing with it.
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- Part 2 of the wikiHOW series
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“I think I’m in love with you,” Atsumu says, sleepy and lilting, from the aisle to the left.
Kiyoomi says nothing in return, examining the fridge unit full of prepackaged meals before him.
“Omi-kun, didja hear me?”
Kiyoomi glances over at Atsumu. Atsumu isn’t looking at him; he’s holding two spicy ramen packages up to his face, squinting at the ingredients lists because he refuses to bring his glasses anywhere public.
“I was hoping you were talking to the ramen,” Kiyoomi says.
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Here’s the thing about bad habits: you can’t really ignore them forever. If you try to, they’ll just end up sneaking up on you at the worst possible moments. So Kiyoomi tries to wrangle his into a semblance of discipline: he promises himself that at the end of the week, he gets to indulge. He lumps in all of his vices into one night of bad decisions, a twisted opposite of going to church on Sundays to atone for your sins. He maintains his good habits all week, and rewards himself with one night of bad ones.
So on these days, he drinks more than he’s supposed to. He eats whatever sugary sweets he wants to. He opens the door for Atsumu when he knocks. But, then again, Atsumu never knocks unless it’s one of those days. If only the drinks and the food offered the same courtesy.
[Or: Kiyoomi makes a habit out of Atsumu and Atsumu wants to make Kiyoomi something much more.]