OBSESSED ★

OBSESSED ★

⭐︎ PAIRING miya atsumu x fem! reader

⭐︎ WARNINGS none

⭐︎ TAGS clingy atsumu, high school au, he literally doesn’t care abt anyone but you, that one scene in Given

IN WHICH Miya Atsumu doesn’t have eyes for anybody but you, and some girls in his class seem to forget that

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒/𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

IT WAS A well known fact how childish Miya Atsumu was. He was simple, wearing his expressions on his sleeve, and never afraid to voice his opinion. So, when you he had fallen head over heels for you, he didn’t make an effort to hide it at all.

It had taken a couple weeks for you to finally let him in, spending your lunches with him instead of your friends, and waiting for his volleyball practice to end so he can walk you home.

He always seemed like the happiest man in the world when he was with you, eyes filled with stars and constantly smiling from ear to ear. Despite him being very confident all the time, he was a shy mess when he had finally confessed his feelings to you.

You had accepted his confession with a warm smile, and he looked at you like you had just offered him the world.

It was no secret that the two of you were dating. In fact, Atsumu would go around parading about the fact that he was your boyfriend. Being in a different class was often difficult, but you still managed with the little, precious time you had with him.

Why was it difficult? Well, other than the fact that Atsumu was tall, broad, a regular in the volleyball team that regularly made it to nationals, he was insanely attractive.

You knew of the girls that liked him, wether it was just because he was cute, or because they were his fan, but those girls were usually respectful, often minding their own business and keeping a distance.

You weren’t sure if the girls in his class knew he had a girlfriend or not, or if they just didn’t care, because when you went to his class during lunch break to pick him up, you saw three girls crowding his desk.

“Atsumu?” One of the girls called, clutching her textbooks to her chest. His head was in his arms on the desk, probably taking a nap, or trying to. Another girl poked his back.

“Wake up, Atsumu! They’re playing volleyball in the gym.” She tried baiting, leaning down to meet his level. He didn’t budge, only groaning in annoyance and burying his head into his arms further.

The third girl sighed. “Oh, come on, Atsumu. You love volleyball. Your brother’s there, too.” Your eyes narrowed at the sight. There were too many girls talking to him, too many girls calling his name, and too many girls around him.

An ugly feelings of jealousy and irritation bubbled deep in your chest. Suna, who was sitting by Atsumu and watching the girls, laughed at their futile attempts. “It’s no use. He’s not waking up.” He chuckled, obviously amused. The girls scowled at his words.

Your hands balled into fists, gripping on your lunchbox tightly. “Atsumu!” You had called from the doorway, flustered.

You felt a strange feeling of pleasure wash over your irritation when he sat straight up, head snapping towards the direction of your voice. The girls all took a step back, surprised at his sudden consciousness. “(Name)!” He smiled, immediately standing up and looking fully awake.

He made his way towards you, and if he were a dog, his tail would be wagging wildly. You smiled in satisfaction as Atsumu immediately took your hand in his, grinning down at you. “Let’s go.” He hummed, pulling you out of the classroom and towards your usual eating spot.

Suna smirked at the sight of the three girls looking slightly defeated and embarrassed. “Well, except for her.” He said out of spite, leaving the girls with red faces.