THIRD POV

"Atsumu, stop.."

"No."

"Please..."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you're soft," The boy mumbled and snuggled closer to the girl's small frame, feeling fluffy as he took in her sweet scent. Y/n felt strange when she felt his hot breath fanning her bare neck– this was completely new to her.

She silently gulped, "A-Atsumu, if you keep clinging like that I'll get sick too.."

"....Oh, right," He muttered and let go. The girl strangely felt disappointed.

The blonde laid sideways and looked forward, not realizing that he had been staring at Y/n's chest for too long. She cleared her throat and his eyes widened in realization.

"Shit, sorry–," He blushed and turned the other way, leaving Y/n laying sideways beside him as she stared at his back.

Atsumu frowned as he felt weak and cold, he felt sadder when he felt the other side of the bed shift as if Y/n stood up to leave. He was about to stop her and sit up but he was shocked when he felt her arms hug him from behind.

Y/n propped her left arm to support her face as she hugged him with her right arm. The boy froze, not knowing what to say or do.

"Rest up, okay?" She whispered softly and combed his slightly wet hair with her left hand.

He faintly nodded, "Don't leave....okay?"

"Of course," She hummed.

The blonde shortly fell in a soft slumber with Y/n just stroking his hair gently. The girl stopped and propped her face up again, quietly patting Atsumu's stomach only to freeze when all she felt was hard surface. A frown idled on her face as she felt stupid. 

Of course, he's an athlete after all. Y/n sighed.

The sunny rays illuminated warmly in the room through the window, and soon she followed suit to dreamland thanks to the gentle radiation casted upon her.

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"Oi– can't you be more quiet??"

"What the fuck? You're literally the one hissing like a shit right now."

"Just– just hurry up and take a picture before they wake up!"

"I don't get why you're being whiny right now Osamu. We'll take this quietly, and then use it for blackmail if time comes."

"Suna just take the goddamn picture."

Both of them cursed under their breaths when the camera flashed and clicked a little loud. Atsumu jolted and raised his head up, eyes squinted and blonde hair messy as he stared at the two idiots crouching with a phone directed at him and the sleeping girl.

"Huh??" He groggily breathed out as he felt limp on his bed again.

The girl's eyes slowly fluttered open. Atsumu was now facing her, his arms tightly hugging her small frame. Her neck felt slightly wet as if someone had kissed it multiple times. When she turned to see if Atsumu drooled, she didn't find anything.

Suna huffed and put his phone away secretly, "Atsumu has been unconsciously placing kisses on your neck while you were sleeping."

The girl gently removed the omelette head's arms looped around her body and sat up, her hair slightly messy. She stretched and sighed, standing up to fix herself. Atsumu mumbled inaudible words as he laid on his stomach, freezing when he didn't feel Y/n's presence.

"Suna. The phone," Y/n muttered and put her hand out.

He blinked and faked, "Huh? What phone?"

"Yeah, what are ye talking about?" Osamu played along and helped him.

"....," The girl let it drop and just combed her hair with her fingers. She approached the sleeping Miya and plopped down beside him. Y/n turned to Suna and Osamu with a blank stare, "You shouldn't be here."

Osamu shrugged, "I cooked food."

"I came here to sleep," Suna boredly said.

She eyed their casual clothes which consisted of t-shirts and sweatpants.

"I see," She quietly mumbled and put the blonde's head on her lap, "We'll go down after I wake Atsumu up."

"Woah, did I miss something??" Suna raised a brow as he stared at how Y/n was acting towards Atsumu, and how she just called him by his first name.

Osamu frowned, "The hell?"

Y/n got her brows furrowed as she stopped playing with the boy's hair, "What?"

"You're not supposed to be like that," Suna said.

"Like what...?" Y/n confusedly asked.

The silver head crossed his arms, "Like, ye can't be soft on Atsumu. That guy's a germ."

"Both of you share the same DNA code," Y/n frowned.

"That's irrelevant," Osamu waved it off, "Ya need to stop being too caring or he'll definitely abuse it."

Both of the boys froze and became silent when she suddenly smiled sweetly. It was faint, but shown well.

"I don't mind. He deserves it," Y/n hummed and looked down at Atsumu who seemingly stopped breathing.

Suna scoffed, "Look at the idiot. He's been awake all this time."

Y/n raised a brow when Atsumu raised his head and stared at her. She tilted her head to the side with a close eyed faint smile, "Did you get good sleep?"

His eyes widened as his face burned furiously. Suna snapped a picture with a deadpanned expression as Osamu made a disgusted face towards his twin.

"Y-Yes," He stuttered and blinked rapidly.

Y/n raised her head and turned to Osamu, "Hey, Osamu-kun. May you please prepare the food you cooked? I'll just get Atsumu ready."

"Wha—'Osamu-kun'?" The silver head's eyes widened as he slightly blushed.

Suna cringed, "Geez, what a loser."

"Rin-rin, help Osamu-kun please," She said and Suna froze.

"W-What's up with the sudden nickname–," Suna unfortunately stuttered.

Y/n merely shrugged, "It's nice to be comfortable around my friends."

"Oh, uh, um, okay," He nodded and cleared his throat.

Osamu released a cocky chuckle, "Who's the loser now?"

"Shut the hell up, you disgusting shit," Suna glared at him.

"You fu—"

Y/n gripped Atsumu's hair as a way to calm herself down, "Oi."

They both stopped and sheepishly frowned when they turned to her. Suna huffed, "We'll get going," He said and dragged Osamu outside.

"Ow...," Atsumu weakly whined.

The girl tensed, "Ah– sorry," She mumbled and massaged where she had pulled.

He purred and felt soft at how gentle she was to him. Y/n released a quiet chuckle as she stared at how Atsumu looks cute when he's sick. She sighed, "Alright, more of this later. Let's get you ready for dinner."

The blonde pouted but obeyed. They both stood up and stretched a bit, Y/n ushered him to the bathroom to freshen up as she fixed his bed.

Soon enough, the two went downstairs almost witnessing Suna slap Osamu with a plate but he dodged it. Y/n cleared her throat and they went on their separate works as if nothing happened. Atsumu snickered cockily at them as Y/n acted gentle at him but strict on the other two.

Osamu and Suna just narrowed their eyes at him as if saying, 'Don't act high, you little shit.'

Y/n prepared Atsumu's food and occasionally helped him with choosing his food. The four of them ate in a comfortable silent but with some snappy remarks here and there courtesy of the three boys. But nonetheless, they couldn't deny that dinner was somehow fun among them all.

The girl smiled to herself. She might just have fun this school year because of her lovely dorks.

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:c i admit i actually like this chapter– but it might be another case for u readers

how'dya like this chap? sorry for slow updates, im going insane with school and personal life