[Haikyuu!!] After Headbutting the Dog Atsumu

[First-person POV experiment] [Getting back into writing!]

↓ A blurb where I let loose

A friend dragged me to a volleyball game.

Great, lots of handsome guys. I was satisfied.

At this point in the story, following the usual formula, I'd have to start some long, tedious, probably tragic unrequited-love saga.

But I'm no ordinary person. The very next day, I ambushed him outside the school gates. My skateboard, which I'd been practicing on for ages, finally came in handy. Grinning, I glided right up to him, slammed on the brakes, spun 180 degrees, and struck a cool, domineering pose with a rose in my mouth.

What sparkling blond guy could possibly resist me?

I said confidently, "Hi. Let's get married."

My target's expression twisted for a few seconds. Then he replied in what I thought was the cutest Kansai dialect ever: "Are you an idiot?"

I could tell he was just embarrassed, so I smiled and said, "You men are all the same, pretending you don't want it when you do."

After a while, I realized he really was a jerk. But I put up with him for two months, since I was pursuing him. He was hot, and I was satisfied.

One day, after club activities, I stayed behind for a meeting, then rushed off to watch my sparkling blondie train. Miya Atsumu was sitting by the door with his back to me. He must have thought I wasn't coming, because he was badmouthing me to his teammates:

"She finally skipped a day for once."

"She's so annoying. Ever since that day she said she wanted to marry me, like she had no idea what she was thinking, she's been clinging to me like she's got a tracking device... Flowers today, flowers tomorrow. Honestly, giving flowers is so old-fashioned!"

Miya Osamu: "You're so annoying, Atsumu. You sound like an immature kindergarten boy showing off in a roundabout way while trying to save face..."

Osamu didn't get to finish, because my fists were clenched tight.

What a brat: arrogant, reckless, ill-tempered, sharp-tongued, and utterly full of himself!

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I spent at least three hours that night being sad (and ranting angrily). His face really was my type, after all.

Then my friend, after listening to me go on and on about what a jerk Atsumu had been for the past two months, hesitantly suggested, "...Well... if you only like his face, his twin brother is more sensible."

It was like a bolt from the blue.

I took off on my skateboard, heading straight for the jerk's little brother. I was so excited that I tried to spin 180 degrees on the spot and wiped out instead.

...I got cocky. I wasn't wearing contacts today, so my real eyes went flying. Luckily, I landed right on gentle Miya Osamu, who was sitting on the ground. He didn't push me away. He even picked up my glasses first.

Aww, I'm touched. Before I could put them on, I boldly shouted, "Marry me!!"

Miya Osamu didn't refuse. I figured his heart was pounding and his face was turning red.

I put on my glasses, ready to admire the handsome guy blushing. Instead, I saw the blond boy's lips curl into a nasty smile. It seemed like Atsumu was about to habitually run his mouth and say, "So you really can't live without me." I shoved him away with a bang. "Why is it you?!"

Atsumu's smile vanished. He stared at me and said slowly, "...You. Really. Have. Some. Nerve."

Reading guide:

Sorry, Atsumu, I'm here to torment you. I was already laughing while writing the blurb...

OOC, OOC, OOC.

Theme: That's what youth is: even when you spend every day lazing around, it still shines!