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"Wow I forgot how cute they are!" Komori said holding Youta face in his hands, gently squishing the child's plump cheeks "sir this hurts" the older twin slurred.
"Let go of him!" the other twin yelled hitting the libero with a nearby toy "hey!" letting go of Youta's cheeks Komori directed his attention on to the younger twin who still held the toy that he used to hit the brunette.
"You deserved it Mr Komori" Suna and you watched as the three interacted "How did I deserve to be hit?" Komori scoffed "because you hurt my brother!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not-"
"Motoya stop acting like a child" Suna spoke up from the other side of the room "I thought you two said I was just being dropped off"
"I didn't expect a playdate?" You stifled a laugh while Komori crossed his arms in defense "You too y/n! I thought we were best friends?"
"I even punched him for you!" The brunette whined pointing at the bruise on Suna's face "look at him, I did that just for you!"
"You are being over dramatic, are you still drunk?" The middle blocker asked making the other male furrow both of his bushy eyebrows "I have no idea what you are talking about idiot i'm always like this!"
"Anyways this is a nice apartment bunny" y/n scowled at the nickname "Its not too crazy, perfect for the three of you"
"I agree!" Komori chimed in Tarou hitting him with the same toy while Youta covered his eyes. "It's really clean too!"
"She's always been kind of a clean freak" the two pro volleyball players snickered "No I am not I just like things being organized and tidy!" y/n didn't know why but she felt like she needed to defend herself from the claim.
During high school she was a perfectionist; everything needed to be perfectly placed and set up. She hated when things were unorganized or dirty. "Whenever I think of Atsumu and Y/n I think of her always fixing his hair and clothes, also when we first met her..."
"This is y/n" 1st year Atsumu shyly announced to his teammates who just stared at him and then at the h/c girl beside him. "Tsumu one strand of your hair is on the wrong side" she pointed out as the inarizaki boys volleyball said quick hello's.
"It is?" she hummed in return "Also there is a hair on your sweatshirt."
Atsumu stared at his girlfriend in awe.
"was that literally your first memory of me: it was just me telling that idiot that he looked like a hot mess, I was trying to be nice" y/n rolled her eyes slightly embarrassed "I also noticed how pretty you were" sending her a playful wink she got up from her seat. "Didn't you say you were going back home today?"
"No why-" "well I guess you are now ba bye!" ushering the two out she lightly giggled "talk about bad hosting, we just got here!"
"You are not welcome!" the twins yelled in sync pushing the two men out the door.
"Good work" y/n gave them a thumbs up "speaking of work, I'm gonna be baking your uncle Kenma an apple pie".
"Why is it uncle ken ken's birthday?" Youta asked following his mother to the kitchen "Nope I'm just making it so I have an opportunity to see him, I miss Kenma."
"Can we help!" Tarou asked looking up to the woman with big brown puppy eyes "Of course!"
Suddenly a chime of a phone started going off; y/n just ignored it thinking it was probably just a call solicitor. "If it's important they will leave a message." the two boys just nodded their head ready to get to work.
In Osaka Atsumu sat in his living room with his phone to his ear listening to the phone go to voicemail. Quickly he clicked off of the call too nervous to leave a message. "I should just call until she answers, no no that's a bad idea." pressing his lips together he waited a couple seconds before continuing "she would block me if she knew I called her, maybe Suna gave me the wrong number?"
"I just need to talk to her."
Little did Atsumu Miya know that his little rant was being recorded at being sent right to y/n's voicemail.