𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 | •Miya Atsumu

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲

You found yourself drawn to the dance floor, swaying your head to the infectious beat of the song.
The effects of the alcohol became palpable as you broke into a spontaneous dance, your upper body moving in sync with the music.

As you surveyed the faces around you, a pair of golden-brown eyes met yours, full of amusement evident.

You tried to evade his gaze, apprehensive of being ensnared by the intensity of his stare.
It was clear to you that he was a player, discernible from his demeanor and appearance.

"Hey!" A voice called out to you.

Your heart pounded fiercely in your chest,
a cacophony of nerves and anticipation swirling within you as you stood in the dimly lit club, hoping to blend into the shadows unnoticed.

But fate had other plans, as a gentle hand landed on your shoulder, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins.

Turning around, you found yourself face to face with the blondie guy you had admired from afar before,
his presence towering over you yet strangely comforting. Despite your efforts to appear nonchalant,
your heart betrayed you, thudding so loudly in your ears that you could scarcely hear anything else.

"He is so goddamn fine,"
you couldn't help but think, even as you maintained an outward facade of disinterest.

"Uh, your handkerchief," he said, a lazy smile making its way to his lips. You had a puzzled look on your face.

"I- I don't have a handkerchief," you stammered, confused.

"I know," he replied bluntly.

"You know...?"

"Yeah."

A lazy smile never left his face as you started to feel awkward in this situation.

"I know this is not your handkerchief, it was mine. I'm just trying to talk to a gorgeous lady, you"
he chuckled. A sly grin never left his face.

'Wow, he is so honest, huh? I might as well get a distraction while Amira is not here.'

"Talk to me then, I guess," you insisted.

"Atsumu," he introduced, holding up his right hand for a handshake.

"Y/n," Accepting his handshake with a submissiveness you couldn't quite explain, you found yourself opening up to Atsumu in a way you hadn't anticipated.

"So, what are you doing in the club?"
He asked, interested, taking a sip of his beer.

"Nahhh, just letting it all out."

"Hmm, why, though?"
A waiter handed him another glass of beer and passed it to you.

"Drink?" You nodded, accepting it.

"Life has me stressing lately,"
you bluntly said, although you really came here to celebrate and also half of that.

"Tell me what you have been stressing about," he had a cheeky grin on his face.

"Well, I have this one chat mate that I dumped,"

he laughed, "that's terrible, I guess you got reasons."

"Dumb reasons, actually,"
you exclaimed.

"Oh yeah, what is it?"

"I just want to feel heartbroken"

"Really?"
he laughed, "man, you're terrible."

"I am?" You laughed.

In that moment, amidst the swirling chaos of the club,
you found yourself caught between the pull of the familiar and the allure of the unknown.

And as you laughed along with Atsumu's playful teasing,
you couldn't shake the feeling that this chance encounter held the potential to change everything.

This fine man has been giving you all his attention,
like he is only focusing on you and listening closely to every word you spoke.

'Looks like this was a long eventful night to me, huh,' you thought.

As you two strangers shared dumb things happening in your both stressful lives for the rest of the night,
you never had been like this to a stranger.
The feeling that you can tell anything that's going through your mind and you feel so calm.

Little do you know that there's a sensation feeling in your chest that you can't even understand,
like you haven't felt this in your past 20 years of living,
and those boys you have talked to before don't give you this kind of feeling.

Your senses are heightened, and you feel the warmth of the room embracing you,
as if the air around you grew thicker and more substantial.
The sound of his voice carried a certain depth, resonating within you in a way that felt unfamiliar yet strangely comforting.

You couldn't help but notice the rhythm of your own heartbeat, beating with an intensity that matched the pace of your racing thoughts.

A swirl of emotions whirled within, a mix of excitement, curiosity, and just a hint of apprehension,
creating a captivating dance of feelings that seemed to take on a life of their own.

You'd received lots of attention before, but his attention was so needy.

'All you could say is that this person in front of me looks really bad news, but damn. I kinda want to have him.'