Haikyuu x Reader

Miya Atsumu - The Second Spring

*Part 2 of 4 in the Spring series*

Please note, there are two small sex jokes, but they're like . . . implications? Kinda? but if that would make you uncomfortable, feel free to skip this chapter.

The poor boy was completely and utterly miserable. He had been couch ridden for days, shuffling around his tiny apartment in sweatpants, a redness reminiscent of Rudolph from the amount of times he had blown his nose in a tissue. His voice was nasally and his words were interrupted by chains of sneezes as he battled through the one thing that made early spring unbearable: flu season.

You had seen the setter taken down a peg or two during your time together over the past year. You had watched the defeat sink into his eyes everytime he lost an argument with his brother or with Sakusa. You knew that sulking posture that accompanied him whenever a serve didn't go how he planned. But, never had you seen him like this.

His 4 a.m. text message simply asking you to come over was met with teasing remarks, telling him that if he wanted to get off so bad, he just had to say so. Yet, when you arrived, rather than being greeted with hungry kisses, your boyfriend opened the door looking like the human incarnation of death itself. A woeful expression that had his mouth tugging down into a deeply set frown and tissue bunched up in his hand that he used to wipe the snot running from his nose every few seconds pulled together his entire ensemble.

Atsumu really did try to hug you upon your arrival, but a string of coughs washed over him, leaving him to just whine in misery as he laid his head against your shoulder, taking comfort in the way that your hands rubbed soothing circles against his back. "I don't feel good," he mumbled, lacing his arms around your waist.

You laugh lightly, letting one of your hands reach up into his hair. "I can tell, 'mu. Why aren't you in bed?"

"Can't sleep."

You hum, gently pulling his away from you so you can lay your hand against his forehead, feeling the heat radiate from his skin. "Come on, why don't we go lay down? You're pretty hot."

He scoffs, letting you pull him back down the hallway towards his bedroom. "If you wanted to get off that bad, all you had to do was ask," he teases, using your previous words against you. Even overcome with a fever, he still had the energy to put on that gentle smirk that carried that tiny glint of mischief up into his eyes, but whatever suave sense of seduction he thought he was oozing was completely ruined as a second round of coughs took hold of him.

Atsumu let you help him slowly shuffle the rest of the way to his bed, gingerly laying down on top of the sheets. You pull one of his blankets up around his body, leaning over him to brush your thumb across his cheek, a gentle kiss being placed on his forehead. "Do you need anything or do you just want to try and get some sleep?"

He just looked up at you tired brown eyes, reaching out towards your body to pull you into his arms. "Will you just stay here?" He muttered, pushing a piece of hair from your face.

"Of course, 'mu. I can stay as long as you need me to, but you need to try to sleep. You're going to feel better if you rest."

"What if you never left," he continued, his arms tightening their hold around you, scared that his questions might scare you away, because, in truth, a 4 a.m. text message that begged you to come over and help him feel less miserable was not the start to this conversation that he had ever anticipated. But, you're light teasing that had only been followed with a, "i'll see you in 10 mu" had made his chest swell and all of the tension seemed to leave his body at the affirmation that you were coming, that you were going to be there for him all because he asked you to be. He wasn't sure why it had taken him by such surprise or why it had made him so happy to know that you were going to be right by his side in only a matter of short minutes, but there was no denying the tiny smile that pulled at his mouth.

You had been there through everything with him over the last year, from the first spring to the second, you had been right by his side, his number one fan in the stands, his biggest supporter on and off the court. The one person who could bring a smile to his face over the silliest things and the one who could have him clutching his sides in laughter during late night conversations where the only light illuminating you was the television playing reruns of some sitcom that you both had seen too many times. Miya Atsumu was completely and hopelessly in love with you. He might've been sick and he might not have been thinking perfectly clearly, but there was one thing that he knew and one thing that he was never going to forget. "I love you and I don't want you to leave ever again," Atsumu stated simply, staring into your face, barely visible in the darkness of the night.

"Baby, I already told you that I would stay as long as you needed me to, okay? I'm not going anywhere."

"That's not what I mean." He took a deep breath, pausing only to release a few heavy coughs into his arm. "What if you lived here? With me?"

You smiled down at him, pushing his hair away from his forehead that had started to bead with little droplets of sweat as his fever continued to set in. "Atsumu, I think your fever is getting to you. You're not thinking straight right now."

His brows furrowed together and a cute pout settled onto his lips. "You don't want to live with me?"

"No, that's not it, 'mu. I do want to live with you but-"

"Then do it. Come live with me." His voice was hoarse, worn and sore from all of his never-ending coughing fits. "And when you get sick, you won't have to text me to come over, because I'll already be here."

You hum a little, cupping his face in your hands. "Atsumu, I just don't want you to ask something that you're going to regret, but if you really want me to move in then I-"

"I really want you to move in. Please, Y/N. I've never been more sure of anything. The fact that you're here right now, in the middle of the night, is the only reassurance I could need."

And it was true too. Atsumu had been in relationships before, but none of them had this same level of careful and attentive energy being passed between two people. It was you coming over in the middle of the night to check on him. It was him leaving volleyball practice early because you called him panicking because there was a massive spider crawling around your kitchen. It was you knowing that he always does his laundry on Thursdays and bringing him some post-laundry snacks. It was him remembering your drink of choice at the coffee shop downtown. Everything that you did for him and everything that he did for you made it so painfully obvious that this was something that he wanted to pursue further. He wanted to take one step further into the madness that came with being in love.

Springs come with first kisses and they come with warm embraces as a young couple finally takes the plunge into a new chapter of their relationship. It's accompanied by coughing and runny noses, bodies aching and chills being too much to ignore. There are soft kisses shared in the darkness of bedrooms, moonlight barely casting glows on a pair of flames that flickered beautifully on their own, but are now burning more intensely as they merge together, lips pressed into one other, not even bothering to worry about the germs and the now unavoidable flu. All because of one simple answer that was whispered so beautifully and tantalizingly in his ear.

"Yes."