Homesick (Miya Atsumu x f!Reader)

007. realizations

"Please," He interjects, "Drop it. We've discussed this already, Yumi."

The model scrunches her features up in annoyance, puffing her cheeks as if she were a child being deprived of sweets. She flickers her attention over to you, her jaw clenching at the mere fact a woman was seated next to him. "Excuse me."

You arch an eyebrow, noticing her glowering towards your direction. "Me?"

"Yes, you." she answers, her angry eyes betraying the smile she had on, "I believe you're in my seat."

"Yumi!" Atsumu hisses, pushing himself to stand from his seat. "Stop this, right now. We're trying to have a quiet dinner."

Clearing your throat, you avoid the model's glare as you stand yourself, "I think I'm full, and I'd like to return to the hospital. She can have my seat."

"Wait, what?" Reiji chokes, sharing a panic glance over to his current partner in crime across from him. "But we haven't even gotten to the main course,"

Yumi squeezes her way towards your seat after pulling you away from where you stood with abrupt force, a happy squeal leaving her lips as she occupies the seat you sat on seconds ago, she turns to look up at you, a smug smile evident in her features, "Safe travels."

"Enjoy the rest of your night, everyone." you bid, bowing your head slightly before your feet take off towards the exit of the restaurant.

"Good riddance, if you ask me." Yumi scoffs with a wave of her hand to capture everyone's attention. She claps her hands together excitedly as she looks up at Atsumu, "I missed you so much, 'Tsumtsum! You never bring me to dinners with your friends, this is so exciting for our relation—"

As Reiji was practically seething from the side like a predator ready to pounce an attack towards its enemy for disrespecting his best friend like that, and from the sudden thought of regret entering his mind of how he shouldn't have trusted Atsumu for not doing anything. However, such thoughts were crushed almost instantly at the sight of the furious glare Atsumu was sending over to the model that was seated uninvitedly on your seat.

The sight of a furious Atsumu was enough to send a chill through her spine, as she was about to try to soothe the volleyball player by reaching out for him, he slaps her hands away which causes her to whimper, jutting her lower lip out to pout. "What did I do?"

"Are you serious, Yumi?" he snaps, nails burying into his palms to restrain his growing irritation, "I can't believe you would do that."

"Why does it matter?" she whines, trying to reach out for him once again, only to fail as he steps back further, "Are you serious right now? Who was that bitch anyway?"

Reiji interrupts, his voice full of venom from behind the model, "I'd watch your tongue if I were you."

"Whatever," she stutters, attempting to look unfazed by the singer's words by rolling her eyes but her quivering posture radiated otherwise, "She shouldn't matter, 'Tsumtsum, let's just continue dinner."

"What are you? A child?" Osamu intrudes, not able to hold back his tongue any longer from this model's personality, "Stop calling my brother such a horrendous nickname like a squealing pig."

An offended gasp escaped her lips, glowering towards Osamu, "He likes it when I call him that, so sucks to be you! And I'm not a child, I'm a fully grown woman."

"Could have fooled me," Asuma mutters underneath his breath.

Yumi lets out a grunt. "Tell them, baby. You like it when I call you—Where are you going?"