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𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦
𝚂𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍. ◢
↳ The one where (y/n) takes a job as a live in nanny for an emotionally unavailable single father.
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"You just need to get some pussy."
Atsumu Miya cooed at his seriously stressed out friend, Rintarou Suna, as he chugged down the last bit of his beer. The two had been catching up for old time's sake, since they both had been busy with volleyball lately and hadn't had much time to hang out.
Rin shot him a piercing glare, his fox-like gaze burning a hole into the faux blonde's soul. He took a sip of his drink in frustration before turning back to the conversation at hand.
"It's not like I would even have time for that." He groaned. "Between practice, games and the kids, I have almost no free time. It's a miracle that I'm even out here with you now."
"Ah yeah, speaking of kids, how are the little semen demons?" Atsumu chuckled, tapping his hand on the counter of the bar, signaling to the bartender that he wanted another.
"They're fine...well, Reiko is atleast. Reiki's been acting out at school and giving me attitude at home. I just don't know what to do." He runs his hand through his dark locks out of frustration.
"You think it's because of the bitch?"
Rintarou cringes at Atsumu's choice of nickname for his ex-wife, but he's not entirely wrong about it either.
