do u like me? kenma kozume

♯ dinner.. date?

TEN
( dinner.. date? )

11:09

atsumu miya
"y/n! did'ja enjoy breakfast?"

atsumu, looking much less angry
than yesterday, rushes into the
kitchen.

y/n
"yeah. you're surprisingly
good at cooking, tsumu."

y/n
"are you okay?"

atsumu wraps his arm around
your waist rather sluggishly.

atsumu miya
"just because 'samu is the better
known cook doesn't mean i can't!"

atsumu miya
"i used to cook alongside him
often in highschool. neither of
us liked getting left behind,
y'know?"

so the comment about his brother
yesterday did get to him.

(he kind of deserved it though.)

you nudge him softly.

y/n
"you know what i mean,
asshole."

y/n
"i gotta check on both omi
and you otherwise you lose
yourselves a little."

y/n
"the duties of the therapist
friend are endless."

his usual chill demeanour is
replaced by a flushed one.

atsumu miya
"i'm— i'm just peachy! don't
worry about me."

atsumu miya
"we should worry about that
pain in the ass omi."

y/n
"he's still sleeping, surprisingly."

atsumu miya
"he's still sleeping?!"

his voice softens a little, and
you frown.

you are so used to hearing
the same honeyed overzealous
voice that his new 'quiet' just
didn't seem to fit him at all.

y/n
"i hate you both. stop frowning."

you slap him on the back firmly.

atsumu miya
"frownin'...? 'm not frownin!"

atsumu miya
"you're so mean to me and nice
to him!"

he protests, putting on his
usual irkful smile back on
with just much ease as the
way tousles his hair regularly.

y/n
"that's because you actually
deserve it."

he doesn't bother making a
rebuttal, attention already on
something else.

atsumu miya
"you're looking fancy. where
are you heading today? date?"

y/n
"no. sho and i are meeting
up with tetsu and kenma."