𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 | •Miya Atsumu

𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲✍︎

♫︎ 'Butterflies on your neck
made me quiver' ♫︎

- Butterflies by Denise Julia

(ᗒ~ᗕ)՞

(Credits to the rightful owner of the cover I used:))

➪Hey babes!!! Before we begin.....

☞︎︎︎Here are some facts abt this story
• I do not own haikyuu
• I'll do some changes in your character
and Atsumu Miya but he is still Atsumu Miya n ur still you (If u dont like it then I'm sorry¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
• Manga spoilers⚠️
• Foul language

➪ Facts abt y/n

-y/n is a 21 year old college student in Hyogo perfecture;)
- Y/n has a deceased father. He died when
y/n was still 9year old.

[Its my first time writing...So pls dont be to hard on me(●'◡'●)ﾉ]

Enjoy!

like?comment? Tysm( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

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The pulsating lights of the club danced in sync with the thumping beat of The Weeknd's "Party Monster," creating an electrifying atmosphere that engulfed in a whirlwind of excitement.

Amidst the sea of cheers and laughter, Amira's voice cut through the chaos, her irritation palpable as she addressed my faux tears with a mixture of exasperation and amusement.

"Stop crying, y/n, you're the one who dumped him, goshhh,"
Amira chided,
her tone tinged with impatience as she sipped her cocktail and scrolled through her phone,
a picture of nonchalance amidst the vibrant chaos surrounding us.

"Buttt he is a cute guy,"
I retorted playfully, wiping away a fake tear with a smirk.

"Stop, okay? You don't even like him," Amira countered,
her gaze piercing through my facade with a knowing look that betrayed her awareness of my lingering sobriety.

As our banter continued, fueled by the liberating effects of alcohol and the pulsating energy of the club,
I found myself succumbing to the fleeting emotions that often accompanied inebriation.

"Gahhh did I?"
I mused aloud, my words punctuated by another swig of my drink as I surrendered to the euphoria of the moment.

Amira's presence was a comforting constant amidst the chaos,
her unwavering support serving as a lifeline in moments of reckless abandon. It was her assurance that allowed me to let go,
to immerse myself fully in the intoxicating allure of the night.

The reason for our celebration was a testament to our shared triumphs the recent success in passing exams that warranted indulgence and revelry.

Amira had been my steadfast companion since high school, a sister in all but blood, and her promise to watch over me in times of excess provided a comforting reassurance amidst the chaotic festivities.

Lost in the pulsating rhythm of the music and the dizzying array of lights,
I allowed my gaze to wander aimlessly through the crowd, seeking distraction from my fleeting emotions.
Yet, no matter how hard I tried to divert my attention, my eyes were inevitably drawn to a certain blond figure,
his back turned towards me amidst a throng of admirers.

Intrigued by the sight, I found myself inexplicably fixated on him,
unable to tear my gaze away from his muscular frame.
Despite the lack of any discernible reason, my eyes remained glued to his figure,
captivated by his magnetic presence amidst the swirling chaos of the club.

Minutes passed in a blur,
my attention consumed by the enigmatic figure before me,
until, to my surprise, he turned to face me,
his gaze locking with mine in an electrifying moment of connection.

"Oh my gosh, he's so fine as fuck,"
I thought aloud,
my cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the unfiltered admission.

His appearance was striking, every inch of him exuding confidence and charisma as he stood before me,
clad in sleek attire that accentuated his undeniable allure.

His golden-brown eyes sparkled with mischief beneath the pulsating lights, and the butterfly tattoo adorning his neck added an intriguing edge to his already captivating presence.

Despite my better judgment, a small grin tugged at the corners of my lips, acknowledging the undeniable appeal of a self-professed "fuckboy" whose mere presence ignited a fire within me.

As I watched him, entranced by his charm and charisma,
I couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden behind that charming smile.