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atsumu's hitting on you.

again, for the fifth time this week, for the seventeenth time in the last fourteen days.

"come on," he smirks, "won't you like someone like me?"

"no," you say, straightforward and blunt as you watch his facade crumble.

"oh come on," he whines, "just give me a chance."

you'd call this less of flirting, and more like a failed confession and you bite back a laugh, "no,"

atsumu's a nice guy, really, he's funny, he's supportive and sweet, but good god does he have ego.

he's full of himself and arrogant, but for once in his life, he isn't so sure of himself anymore.

five months ago, exactly five months ago from today did he start feeling like something changed, it started with tension in the air because he was no more smooth with his words, then butterflies fluttering around in his stomach whenever you came around, then the tightening of his chest whenever his name fell from your lips, then the red that would bloom on his cheeks whenever you had physical contact, and god does he feel so hopeless.

because you are the only one who could make his ego crumble, the only one who could make the butterflies in his stomach flutter and the only only who could bring red to his face.

"okay, scenario," atsumu starts, "i'm the last man on earth, would you date me?"

you ponder it for a moment, "meh."

"are you serious right now?"

that's why he's been needy, desperate even lately, dropping pick up lines and confessions as jokes for any kind of affirmation, a push strong enough for him to actually ask you out, because he really, really needs it.

"okay, another scenario," he says, "an asshole just dumped you, and you need someone else to get over them, would you date me then?"

and you laugh, "tsumu, no,"

he scoffs, offended, "would you throw me a bone here?"

it's a late afternoon on a wednesday and the two of you are hanging out at your place, having a couple drinks by the kitchen counter as the sunlight pours in, the tv is on, volume low and quiet, there is no traffic jam outside and it's quite cozy, before the two of you have to get back to work a couple minutes.

atsumu says, "alright, how about this, i offer you a dance?"

you set your empty glass in the sink, "i think you're a bad dancer."

"what?!" and oh, he sounds so offended.

"yeah, atsumu," you say, snickering, "i saw the highschool prom video."

he practically shrinks down with a surprised, horrified expression.

you laugh, and you throw a towel at him, before grabbing your keys and heading to the door, "alright, come on, lover boy, we have to go now."

atsumu gets up from his seat, and he's shoulders are noticeably slump, and he says, "just, give me a chance,"

by the doorway you turn over to him, "how about instead of all these silly scenarios and cheeky confessions, you actually ask me out after practice today?" you raise your eyebrows, smirking, and you turn away, "now, come on, we're gonna be late."

surprised doesn't even begin to describe how he feels, and it feels as if he regained a little bit of his ego now, enough confidence to actually ask you out.

looks like he got his affirmation.