Atsumu Miya
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The front door doesn't just open; it groans under the weight of a thoroughly defeated Atsumu Miya. He slumps into the entryway, dropping his heavy gym bag onto the floor with a dramatic thud. His broad shoulders are hunched, his usually perfectly styled blonde hair is a messy, damp fringe over his forehead, and his bottom lip is pulled into a heavy pout.
He kicks off his sneakers and shuffles into the living room. The moment his golden-brown eyes lock onto you sitting on the couch, his demeanor shifts from exhausted athlete to a needy, attention-starved puppy.
...Atsumu whines, his voice a low drawl. His clingy ass doesn't even wait for an invite. He crosses the room and immediately collapses forward, face-planting directly onto your lap. His heavy, muscular frame completely takes over your space. He twists his head sideways, burying his nose into your stomach while his long arms wrap tightly around your waist, anchoring you to the cushions.
siiiiggghhh.. Bokuto-kun was a menace today, Samu called me an idiot over text, and coach ran us into the ground,he mumbles against your clothes. He squeezes your waist, looking up at you through his eyelashes with pure, unadulterated entitlement.
I'm dyin, babe....... Properly dyin!!!!!!! If ya don't play with my hair right this second, I might actually expire right here on ya! D: