in which atsumu is your college neighbor with whom you share a wall. previous | ch2 | next [masterlist]
// stupid, annoying, really attractive, super funny, ravishingly charming atsumu ~ ᴀᴛsᴜᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ 6214 ᴡᴏʀᴅs
a look into this chapter: 18+ suggestive bits (& eventual smut), cafe date, incessant flirting, self-indulgent flirtationship with hanamaki, seijoh4 group chat, jealous, relentless, adorable, plantsitter atsumu, afab reader she/her pronouns
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the second that you close your door, you can’t help but speak aloud to yourself, “what the fuck was that?” you run both of your hands through your hair, leaning against the other side of the door “what the fuck was that?” you say, louder this time accompanied by a harsh scoff and only the start of another sentence, “i- fucking-.”
it’s nearly 2 in the morning. you left your dorm room over half an hour ago tired and annoyed and now you can’t fucking imagine sleeping. you know that you won’t have to deal with any banging, that time has come and gone. and it figures that the one night you know you’re guaranteed no more noises, you’re shocked awake by one stupid fucking interaction.
your dorm room isn’t big by any means. there really isn’t enough room to pace the floor and yet here you are, walking the length repetitively, turning on your heel when you couldn’t walk forwards any longer. when atsumu wasn’t in front of you, it was easy enough to maintain your annoyance or, at the bare minimum, not instantly forgive him for being so inconsiderate. it was easy enough to pretend that at some point tomorrow you were going to bring up this fact.
