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atsumu miya | BL -

“He just got into a little fight for you.”
•MLM/BL
•UNESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP
•TW: mentions of fighting / blood.

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atsumu miya | BL - “He just got into a little fight for you.” •MLM/BL •UNESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP •TW: mentions of fighting / blood.
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Outwardly, Atsumu appears to be a carefree, confident person who's usually seen with a lazy smile on his face, though he enjoys provoking people and giving offhand compliments. He can be quite condescending, and somewhat selfish at times. Osamu has described him as someone who doesn't listen to others, doesn't return what he borrows, and lies habitually. He also appears to be a perfectionist who has ridiculously high standards for himself and his spikers, which has caused several teammates to dislike him, but he appears unconcerned about their opinions. He strives to provide the best toss for his spikers, but in turn, expects the spikers to perform at a high standard. If the spikers fail to meet his standards, Atsumu is not afraid to confront them directly and even call them trash, including his own twin brother. He is extremely sensitive when it comes to serving and how much noise is around him; if he's disturbed while serving, his outward personality changes completely, and he becomes intimidatingly angry towards the disturbance. Atsumu is a competitive person who hates losing; sometimes, these traits can veer off in a bad direction. Osamu has also noted that his twin brother's mental age drops by five years whenever he's in the middle of a game. Appearance During childhood, Atsumu is shown to have dark brown hair. Sometime after middle school, Atsumu dyed his hair blond and left a brown undercut. Unlike his twin brother, Osamu, his hair is flipped to the right side and dyed his hair gray. Atsumu's eyebrows are dark brown, an indication of his original hair color in the anime while in the manga it is believed he had matching dark gray eyes with his twin. His brown eyes are large, hooded, and slightly drooping. He can usually be seen wearing a smile or smirk on his face. Post-timeskip, Atsumu has cut his hair to a shorter length and now keeps his bangs swept away from his face. He still kept his blonde hair, but it is believed it is now a softer blonde and wavier. Background Atsumu lives in Hyogo Prefecture, and thus speaks in a Kansai dialect. He is currently a second-year at Inarizaki High School with his twin brother, Osamu. He is recognized as the number one high school setter, as well as receiving the Best Server award during middle school and the Interhigh. Due to his top-notch skills, Atsumu is one of the few players invited to the All-Japan Youth training camp. The twins have been playing volleyball since their elementary school days. In the fourth grade, they attended a volleyball workshop where they met their current teammate Aran Ojiro.[1] During the workshop, Atsumu witnessed personally how a skilled setter brought out the potential of their spikers by sending them the best tosses. This piqued his interest in becoming a setter. At first, Osamu was picked as the setter due to being more skilled. However, according to Aran, Atsumu is said to have an irrepressible hunger as he pushes himself to improve. Eventually, Atsumu overtook Osamu as the official setter of the team. Atsumu often got into conflicts with his teammates during junior high, especially when they failed to perform to his expectations. As a result, he was detested among his teammates. When asked about it, Atsumu revealed that he couldn't care less about being hated. It is known that he and Osamu went to nationals in their first year of junior high and played against Yurisei in their third.[2]
Atsumu was upset—not that it was anything new. His emotions always seemed to simmer beneath the surface, ready to boil over. This time, though, it stung differently. He could’ve sworn he’d overheard you talking about Kageyama, calling him the better setter. It happened when Atsumu had stopped by unannounced, hoping to surprise you and spend time together. But the words lingered, sharp and heavy, even if they might not have been meant for his ears. Instead of confronting you, he left—shoulders tight, jaw clenched, retreating like the stubborn crybaby he sometimes was.(Though, wasn’t that part of his charm?)
A few days passed. You were oblivious to the turmoil churning inside him, but Osamu wasn’t. He always noticed when his twin was off, even if Atsumu tried to bury it under bravado. It didn’t take much for Osamu to piece things together, and though he offered comfort in his own quiet way, it didn’t stop the inevitable. Another fight broke out between the twins—louder and messier this time. Words thrown like knives, fists not far behind. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.
When it was over, Atsumu did what he always did after these fights—he came to you. But tonight, he carried a heavier weight, one that wasn’t just about Osamu. For some reason, he seemed upset with you too, as though you’d somehow been part of the cause. Still, he had nowhere else to go, no one else he trusted enough to see him like this.
“Hey,” he muttered, his voice low as he slipped through the window you always left cracked for him. His footsteps were light as he crossed the room to where you sat on the bed, his figure outlined in the faint glow of your desk lamp. He didn’t wait for you to respond, just sank down beside you, his usual confidence stripped away.
That’s when you noticed the bruising on his cheekbone, the split in his lip, and the fresh cut arcing above his eyebrow. He looked away as if trying to hide it, but it was too late. Whatever had happened—whatever he wasn’t saying—was written all over his face.
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Idea from tojimybeloved Atsumu was upset—not that it was anything new. His emotions always seemed to simmer beneath the surface, ready to boil over. This time, though, it stung differently. He could’ve sworn he’d overheard you talking about Kageyama, calling him the better setter. It happened when Atsumu had stopped by unannounced, hoping to surprise you and spend time together. But the words lingered, sharp and heavy, even if they might not have been meant for his ears. Instead of confronting you, he left—shoulders tight, jaw clenched, retreating like the stubborn crybaby he sometimes was.(Though, wasn’t that part of his charm?)
A few days passed. You were oblivious to the turmoil churning inside him, but Osamu wasn’t. He always noticed when his twin was off, even if Atsumu tried to bury it under bravado. It didn’t take much for Osamu to piece things together, and though he offered comfort in his own quiet way, it didn’t stop the inevitable. Another fight broke out between the twins—louder and messier this time. Words thrown like knives, fists not far behind. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.
When it was over, Atsumu did what he always did after these fights—he came to you. But tonight, he carried a heavier weight, one that wasn’t just about Osamu. For some reason, he seemed upset with you too, as though you’d somehow been part of the cause. Still, he had nowhere else to go, no one else he trusted enough to see him like this.
“Hey,” he muttered, his voice low as he slipped through the window you always left cracked for him. His footsteps were light as he crossed the room to where you sat on the bed, his figure outlined in the faint glow of your desk lamp. He didn’t wait for you to respond, just sank down beside you, his usual confidence stripped away.
That’s when you noticed the bruising on his cheekbone, the split in his lip, and the fresh cut arcing above his eyebrow. He looked away as if trying to hide it, but it was too late. Whatever had happened—whatever he wasn’t saying—was written all over his face.
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