I'm The Captain But You Can Be The Deputy I’m Really Glad You Think I'm So Funny

By kann

Alright, fine- I need to learn how shading works and not just do whatever. It can’t get away with it anymore 😔😔😔

GET BOOPED BITCH

Art by Boris Groh

Wonho is an inspiration - for Atsumu too 🥰

Lampstiel 💡

little by little [atsumu x reader]

part 2/8

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“you’re a familiar face.”

pulling one airpod out, you nearly jump out of your skin. “you scared me!”

he points to the mop in your hands, “you almost went to hit me.”

“don’t creep up on people like that!”

that’s how you meet atsumu again. he walks into the cafe you work part-time at, and somehow you recognise his thick eyebrows even though he’s wearing that mask again.

“i saw you from the window and—“ you raise your eyebrows, and he huffs defensively, “i swear i’m not stalking you!”

it’s been weeks since your first encounter. you never told anyone about him, since it seemed like he really had been a figment of your imagination. you didn’t know his name, only his age and where he grew up, that he isn’t from around here. he might as well have been your little secret.

“i wanted to see you again,” he confesses. “i didn’t even ask for your name.”

you smile, a little giddy, and gladly give it to him. when he tells you his name, you repeat it again for good measure and he waits for a moment, as if expectantly.

“oh,” you say, “did you want…breakfast or something?”

he’s grinning deviously— you can tell by the slant of his eyes. “asking me on a date already?”

“in your dreams, kid,” you laugh.

“you’re only older by 2 years! that’s barely anything!”

you put a hand to your chest, “onee-san will buy you something to eat. leave it to me.”

he scowls and hangs his head. “don’t ever say that again. but…i accept. if you join me.”

so you do. even if it means taking your break when you’re barely even into your shift.

you learn he’ll be leaving the city soon. somehow you’re somewhat sad. you ask if that means he won’t be creeping up on girls anymore and he glowers but continues to guzzle down his food. you wonder why he’s travelling since he’s too young to be a businessman, and he’s always in sweats like it’s a disguise.

“are you a secret agent?” you feign shock. “are you on a mission right now?”

“don’t be ridiculous,” he says. “i’m just visiting my brother. he owns a restaurant here.”

“so you decided to scab off onee-san instead?”

he drops his fork suddenly— “you’re not my sister, quit saying that.” you feel like you should apologise for teasing until he adds, “what kind of little brother would i be if i find you so pretty?”

you’re almost surprised, possibly a little taken aback. and then you laugh it off. you won’t be seeing him again anytime soon.

“flattery won’t get you more free food,” you tell him. he wants to say that isn’t his intention but he swallows the words.

“give me your phone,” he instead says. so you do. he types down his number and then sends himself a text.

“what did you do?” you ask as he slyly slides it back to you across the table.

his face is cunning like a fox.

when you see what he sent himself, your cheeks redden.

atsumu-kun please save my number, i’m you’re number 1 fan— says the message.

“you—!”

he then shows you his phone, and the contact he’s saved you as. “now i can text my number one fan whenever i want,” he goads.

Power…