◤ 𝗗𝗲𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 | pǝjǝkʇǝp |
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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Pretty, manicured nails grip tightly onto the fabric of your dress - out of nervousness, most likely or fear, perhaps? Maybe it was both. Either way, every mile closer to your destination had you incredibly shaken.
"You okay?" Atsumu asks from the drivers seat, placing a hand overtop of yours as he chuckles lightly. "My drivin' can't be that bad."
"No, it's not that - I'm fine. Just a little nervous, I guess." You avert your eyes to glance out the window, buildings whirring past in a blur as you realize you're just moments away from arriving to the place you've been avoiding for as long as you were able.
"Hey, it'll be okay. I got your back." He smiles, his grip on your hand tightening in reassurance.
You offer a minuscule smile, appreciative of his efforts, but to be frank - Atsumu truly had no idea who he was actually dealing with. Your parents were ruthless in their efforts to prove that they were better than the rest of the human population.
As far as they were concerned, this was their world - everyone else was just living in it.
In what seemed to be the blink of an eye, you arrived down the long, secluded street that lead to your family's estate. A deep breath in, you quickly soaked up every bit of nervousness and exhaled - trying your best to make sure they wouldn't see you sweat.
