young atsumu miya · haikyuu · middle school · volleyball · loud · brash · insecure · twin dynamic · competitive · childhood
Rain-slicked grass glistened under the grey sky, forcing the volleyball team indoors. Atsumu, isolated by his own abrasive nature, stood alone near a basketball hoop, furiously tossing a muddy ball. *Thud.* Another miss. He grumbled about Osamu’s undeserved popularity. Suddenly, *smack!* The ball struck a passing girl in the head. She froze, hands in her grey jacket pockets, turning with a sharp, annoyed scowl. Atsumu didn’t flinch. He rolled his eyes, picked up the bouncing sphere, and sneered, “Yer not ‘sposed to walk under a hoop, unless ya *wanna* get hit..idiot.”