Wicked Game | Miya Atsumu

thirty-one.

"Fine" I heaved. "But make sure that the food is good" I shot a glare at Atsumu who has the worst tastebuds. Well, not really that bad but mine's way better compared to him.

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My days have gotten pretty exhausting for the whole week. I started to get busy with the committees' works; distributing brochures around the campus, getting myself involved in the promotional gimmick act, and many more. I couldn't get to see Atsumu as often as I used to. We were both busy with our own clubs' activities. "Please join our prom night" Yachi handed out the brochures to the students who were passing by in front of our booth. This thing surely exhausts me. Yachi glanced at me, telling me to take a break. "I can do this. You can go home if you're feeling unwell" she looked worried about my condition. Well, it was a hot sunny day and I was running out of energy. "She's right, y/n. We got you covered" Kiyoko patted my shoulder before her hand reached for the brochures I was holding. I gave them a guilty look. I don't want to look so spoilt here but I was really exhausted. "Take some rest" she smiled at me. I mirrored her smile, giving her a little nod. "I'm so sorry for troubling you" I pouted. She emitted a soft laugh. "It's fine, y/n. We're in the same club though. We should help each other"

I could see Atsumu leaning against his car, waiting for me. He couldn't help but to form a smile when he saw my figure walking out from the building, approaching him. "Hey, how's your day?" he kissed my temple. I was too tired to answer him but he understood my facial expression. Atsumu laughed softly. "Come, let's go back and cuddle" he leads me towards the passenger side of his car, he then opened the door for me to get in. "Mika's home though" I told him. He nodded his head twice with a hum. "I mean my place, cutie" he ruffled my hair and closed the door back once I get in.

"Isn't Osamu home as well?" I asked once he claimed his seat. "Yeah, he is. We're just going to cuddle. No more than that. Not when he's at home" I cackled at his jealous ass. I don't know why but Atsumu seemed to be very jealous when he saw me and Osamu alone. I mean why he should be jealous? Osamu's a brother to him after all. "Of course, you silly. I'm not going to strip in front of him" I rolled my eyes playfully. "I won't let you either"

"Holy God. What the hell you're doing?" Osamu covered his eyes as soon as he opened the door of the room. "We're cuddling, you ass" Atsumu laughed. Osamu entered the room, closing the door back. "Yeah, bet" he said while putting his stuff on his study table. He pulled out the chair and sit on it facing us. "Anyways, do you mind if I ask you some questions?" his face seemed a little tense. I wonder. Atsumu hummed while his hand doing its job to play with my hair. "I'm sorry for mentioning her name but, is Akari attending our college?" Osamu looked at me. The smile I had on my face disappeared. Osamu was checking on my reaction for sure. "Does that even matter?" Atsumu wrinkled his forehead. Osamu replied with a yes in a blink of seconds. Atsumu turned his head to look at me. "You're mad?" he asked. I looked at him back and smiled. "It's okay, I'm not. You guys talk" I snuggled closer to him, wrapping my arm around his big built tighter.

"Yeah. I remember her telling me that she's also attending our college but she's in a different faculty" Atsumu had his eyes on the grey-haired boy again. Osamu crumpled his forehead. He seemed like he was thinking of something. "Which faculty?" he asked. Atsumu shrugged, "Don't know" was all he answered. Osamu was giving us a confusing look. He seemed miserable and stressed out for some reason. "Is it weird if I said that she's been coming to our faculty every single day?" Osamu gave a sharp look at Atsumu and that honestly made me turn my head to look at him. She what?

"What do you mean?" Atsumu sat up on his bed. "My eyes were never wrong. I saw her coming to our faculty but I'm not sure the reason for it. It did spark up my curiosity though. I mean, what is her business to keep coming over? Is she seeing someone? Or she really has something to do at our faculty" that got me thinking hard. What is her motive? Was she trying to look for Atsumu? Was she trying to make move on him again? What is her motive?

"Maybe she's looking for you" I sat up on the bed, my eyes glancing at the blonde guy. "Don't start it up" Atsumu frowned, letting out a low whine. "No, she's not" Osamu cut us off. "She totally ignored Atsumu when you guys were walking out from the building the other day. She saw both of you and she just walked away" Osamu slicked his hair behind with his fingers. He heaved a sigh. He was thinking hard. "If she's not there for Atsumu, then who is she seeing?" I asked curiously. "That's the thing" Osamu's eyes moved up to lock with mine.

My phone suddenly rang. I grabbed it from the bedside table and read the caller ID. "Hey. Are you with Atsumu? I've tried to reach him but seems like his phone is turned off" Suna asked me as soon as I picked up the call. "Ah... Yeah. He's here with me. Hold up" I said before handed my phone to Atsumu. "Hey man. Bad news, Kita's searching for you. Good news, he said that you just got an invitation to another youth camp" the conversation wasn't really clear but I could still hear him. I couldn't help but to form a proud grin at the news. Atsumu's getting recognition for his skills again. "I'm not going" Atsumu simply refused. "Yeah, bet. We both know father won't let you do that or you'll be dead meat" Osamu cut him in. "Quit playing around and just go for it. Anyways, Kita asked me to inform you that he wants you to be in the club room at 2pm tomorrow" Suna hang up the call before Atsumu could even reply. "You should go for it" I cling to his arm, still smiling. I felt so proud of Atsumu. "Of course, babe. Father's going to kill me if I didn't" he laughed.