༄★𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮.
➪When two hopeless romantics meet, it's like riding a rollercoaster of emotions. It feels incredible, yet it's also frustrating as hell.
Haikyu➪𝗛𝗮𝗿𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗶 𝗙𝘂𝗿𝘂𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲
Plot/Layout➪@𝗡𝘅𝘅_𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗲
Grumbling at the incessant buzzing of my phone, I reached over to my bedside table to silence the annoying notification.
Atsumu's name flashed on the lock screen, indicating a string of messages from him that had undoubtedly accumulated overnight. With a roll of my eyes, I couldn't help but feel irritated by his persistence, especially so early in the morning.
Ups! Gambar ini tidak mengikuti Pedoman Konten kami. Untuk melanjutkan publikasi, hapuslah gambar ini atau unggah gambar lain.
You rolled your eyes from the message he sent you, then after you start typing.
Ups! Gambar ini tidak mengikuti Pedoman Konten kami. Untuk melanjutkan publikasi, hapuslah gambar ini atau unggah gambar lain.
Glancing briefly at his messages, I made a mental note to respond.
As I needed to get ready for the day ahead. Today was my friend Kita's birthday, and it had been far too long since we last saw each other. Despite the long drive ahead, I was determined to make the journey to Kita's house, aiming to arrive sometime between 4 and 5 in the afternoon.
The fresh air country bellowed, making your hair pick up the wind as the acres of crops were endlessly and they swayed in the cool breeze like a dancer. It was a breathtaking sight and a wonderful location to live.
As I approached Kita's house, the sight of numerous parked cars hinted at the gathering already underway.
"He must have a lot of visitors, eh?" I mumbled to myself, noting the bustling activity surrounding the residence.
"Hey Y/n!"
Before I could dwell further on the crowded scene, a familiar voice calling out my name caught my attention. Turning, I spotted Atsumu hurrying toward me, his trademark grin in place and hand waving enthusiastically.
"Uh, Atsumu?" I stammered, surprise evident on my face. What was he doing here? Did Kita know him?
"What are you doing here?" I questioned, my confusion palpable.
