A Second Chance [Atsumu x Reader]

~ 19 ~

How did this happen?

How could this happen?

Miya Atsumu, the most handsome, the most talented volleyball player—and the better twin—had a crow shoved down his shirt while the cashier in front of him gave him weird glances. He's sure that they would've fawned over him if it weren't for the weird looking lump on his chest.

Let's go back a few hours as to how the setter got himself in this predicament.

— Few Hours Before —

After that day, Atsumu was in charge of babysitting Koji until Y/n had came back late to come pick them up. Once the blond picked up Koji, it became a routine for them to get ice cream together and hang out at Onigiri Miya until Y/n had gotten back from work. 

"Y/n seems to be pretty busy." Osamu states.

"Well yeah, her work place doesn't have a lot of people at the moment, so she has ta work twice as hard." Atsumu explained, shoving some onigiri into his mouth. Koji had mimicked him, the two doing the action at the same exact time. 

Osamu watched with slight amusement as they had a look of content on their faces. 'The exact same.' he thought to himself.

The gray haired male continued to watch his nephew and brother mimic each other without knowing they were doing so. He couldn't help but snort, earning a small glare from his brother.

"What?" he questioned, making Osamu avert his gaze.

"Nothing." he replies.

Koji grabbed his cup, and quickly gulped down all the water before sliding off from his chair. 

"Come on lets go!" he tugs at Atsumu's pant leg.

Osamu raises a brow. "And where are you two going?" he questions.

"I promised him I'd take him to the park." Atsumu said, shoving his last onigiri in his mouth. "Later 'Samu!" he waves goodbye to his twin while the toddler dragged him out of the shop.

Both Atsumu and Koji started to make their way to the park, Koji a few steps ahead of Atsumu, looking down at the ground as to make sure to not step on any cracks. 

Atsumu watched Koji as he had a small hop to his step, seeming to hop to some sort of rhythm that he was making up. The blond couldn't help but softly chuckle, taking a glance around his surroundings as to make sure that the boy wouldn't walk into any trouble since he wasn't paying attention.

Making it to a crosswalk, Koji stopped and looked over at Atsumu, waiting patiently for him.

"Hurry up slowpoke!" he yelled, waving his hand. Atsumu grinned and stopped in his tracks, making Koji furrow his brows only for it to turn into a pout as he saw Atsumu slowly lifting his foot before setting it down in front of him in the same slow speed.

Koji stomped his way over and took Atsumu's hand, trying to drag him forward. "Hurry!" he whined and continued to pull, but he was getting nowhere as the volleyball player stayed in place.

"What's the magic word?" Atsumu had a smug look on his face while Koji looked up at him, puffing his cheeks out in defiance.

He mumbled something, making Atsumu cup his ear and crouch down. 

"Hm? What?" he teased. "I couldn't hear you, say it again." he said.

"I said please!" Koji exclaimed, looking away as Atsumu snickered a bit. Scooping the boy in his arms, he set him on his shoulders and went over to the crosswalk. 

"That wasn't so hard now was it?" he hums to which he felt his hair get slightly tugged on response. "Hey I'll drop you." Atsumu threatened.

"I'll tell mommy on you." the boy threatened back.