THIRD POV

"Ah...," He moaned.

Y/n huffed, "Keep quiet.."

"A-Ah....," He moaned harder and bit his lip.

Y/n clasped her hands together and closed her eyes, exerting every bit of her will to not smack his head. She had been massaging his tense muscles on his back, and he couldn't stop moaning.

"U-Um, dears?? Wear protection, alright??" Mama Miya nervously said outside the door of his room.

The girl's eyes widened, "Okaa-san! I'm just massaging his back- he's just exaggerating. Sorry!"

"Oh. OH. Ohh...alright. Please take care of him alright? We'll get home by the end of the week," The mom said with a relieved sigh as she proceeded to walk down the stairs with her bags.

She pinched his cheek with a blank face, "Pull that off again and I'll make sure to dye your hair neon green when you're asleep."

"L/n stop being mean," He whined.

Y/n widened her eye on him, "Then stop being a baby, Miya."

He froze, but a teasing smile crawled up his lips. He used one of his elbow to prop himself up on the bed, the side of his cheek squished on his palm, "Aw, I didn't know I was your baby."

"Yeah, and you're getting adopted. Now sit up and put on your shirt," She sighed and threw him a white t-shirt.

He frowned, "Where'd ye get this? This is not mine, this is 'Samu's."

"Oh?" She raised a brow before casually shrugging, "He let me have it when I forgot my gym shirt last week. Don't worry, it's laundered."

"Pardon?" He was dumbfounded.

The girl stretched, accidentally revealing her milky stomach when her shirt lifted, he blushed but can't take his eyes away. Sighing, she trudged to the door of his room that leads outside to the other rooms, "Rest for a bit, Miya. I'll just get your food and tea."

He laid there quietly, staring up at the ceiling with running thoughts. Atsumu felt like he himself is that type of guy who won't easily fall for a girl who barely did anything to impress him. But thinking back to the days he encountered with her, all she did was care, care, care, and care.

Yeah, she is their manager. Naturally she'd take care of her players. But he still felt special.

Am I being delusional? I really don't know. L/n....she's a really unique girl.

An unconscious smile popped up from his mouth.

L/n....you intrigue me.

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"Miya. Get up. No one eat meals while laying down," Y/n released a tired sigh as she attempted to let Atsumu sit up from his position.

He whined, "No, I like it here."

"Stop being bratty and sit up already," She flicked his cheek.

Atsumu jolted, "Ow! You didn't have to be so mean," He frowned and rubbed where she had hurt him.

"Eat up," Y/n hummed and propped the mini table containing a bowl of steamy rice, miso, and Atsumu's favorite tuna. The drink she provided was chamomile tea, her favorite.

He almost teared up, "L/n, you're the kindest manager I ever had."

"Miya, I'm the only manager you ever had," She sent him a small bitter smile with an irk on the side of her temple.

He giggled, "Right.."

Y/n grabbed his remote and turned his TV on, she asked Atsumu if she could use his Netflix and he happily agreed.

"...What are you? 10...?" She mumbled, seeing the childish cartoons on his recently watched.

"I'hm ahctuamly sheventeem yearmsh ohlmd," His voice was muffled and he began to choke. Pumping his heart with one fist as his eyes widened.

"Ara–," She slightly panicked and stumbled to stand up.

Like a mother would, she slapped his back multiple times before checking to see if he was fine already. When he wasn't, she slapped harder.

"Holy shi–," His eyes swirled as he felt like he was about to lose his spine.

"Ah– sorry," She sweatdropped and sat beside him, careful not to make his almost finished food fall on his bedsheets.

He sighed, "I didn't know you're that rough, L/n."

"Rough? In bed?" She tilted her to the side in confusion.

He blushed hard, "W-What the heck?! How did you even come up with that?! I meant hitting! Hitting, L/n!"

"Oh," She nodded and stood up.

"'Oh'?? Is that the only thing you have to say?" He asked, dumbfounded.

She looked at him as if he was stupid, "What am I supposed to say? 'Understandable, have a good day'? I don't get you, Miya."

"Well- you know what, nevermind. You won't understand me anyway," He sighed and continued eating.

She suddenly leaned close to him, "Miya, I'm always willing to understand you."

He blushed, "Aw..thank you–"

"Because you're mostly an idiot, I'm always willing to understand you. You know, because you don't make sense most of the time," She sighed and got back on her seat at the edge of his bed, ready to flick through shows again.

"You got an awful attitude, L/n," Atsumu pouted.

She scoffed silently, "You're one to talk. I actually prefer your twin than you."

Shots fired.

"Excuse me?" He raised a brow and set his mini table on the floor beside his bed.

"You're excused," She hummed and finally picked a show.

He grunted, "L/n, why do I have a cold sticker on my forehead?"

"....," She didn't reply and focused on watching the show.

Atsumu pouted, "So now you're being stubborn??"

"The only one who's stubborn here is you, Miya."

He snorted, "Yeah right."

"Ooh, is that– why do you watch '(insert yandere anime' ??" He raised a brow and scooted closer to Y/n.

She nodded, "I like psychological horror animes."

"....That's just an anime where the mc yandere is you know weird per usual. Sorry, I don't watch that kind of stuff," He shrugged and laid down.

She cringed, "Um, okay, if that's what you think. Enjoy."

"Aw, you want me to win this time?" He teasingly said, eyes closed as he rested on the warm bed Y/n prepared earlier.

"There's no competition, Miya. For goodness' sake just rest. You're deteriorating," Y/n let out a tired sigh again and maintained her sitting posture. Straight back, crossed legs, and hands on a thigh.

"...," He opened his eyes to see Y/n awkwardly sitting formally on the edge of his bed.

"You can lay down beside me, you know," Atsumu said.

She whipped her head to him, bangs almost revealing her other eye. Y/n stood up again and slapped his fringe, barely missing his forehead, "Miya! Don't lay down, you just ate. Your stomach won't digest the food you consumed comfortably."

"Hmp, make me," He said with eyes still closed.

She released a frustrated sigh, "Miya. Sit. Up."

"No, don't wanna," He said and turned to the side opposite to hers.

Stay calm. Don't explode. He's just a kid.

Says a girl a year younger than him.

"Miya, please just do it. It's for your own health anyways," Y/n rubbed her temples.

"....," Atsumu slowly but quietly peeked over his shoulder. He saw Y/n trying to calm herself down by repeating circles on her forehead.

"....Okay," He quietly said and sat up, fiddling with his fingers that rested on his lap. He looked like a kid who followed what his mom said after seeing her done with his shit.

"Thank you..," She muttered and stood up, turning the TV off.

He frowned, "You're not gonna watch anymore?"

"well....," She quietly started, and turned to him, "I'd feel bad if you don't get attention. I'll just prepare you a lukewarm bath and prepare your clothes as well."

"M-My clothes??" He stuttered as he blushed slightly.

She nodded, "Yeah. Do you have problems with that?"

"....No."

"Cool. Now stare into nothing for a while, think about your past mistakes or something then cringe at the thought of it. I don't really care, as long as you keep your mind active," Y/n said and disappeared to his bathroom.

"Okay," He surprisingly did what she said.

Y/n prepared the bath and took bath bombs, his soft clothes, and a clean towel. He could hear the satisfying sounds of movements, as if it were asmr. He just released a small sigh and hoped he felt better. He didn't want Y/n doing a lot of work just for him. He liked it, but he didn't want her to drain herself.

Atsumu just played with his fingers, waiting for Y/n to tell him that the bath is prepared.

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