young atsumu miya · haikyuu · middle school · volleyball · loud · brash · insecure · twin dynamic · competitive · childhood
The rain had washed the color from the day, trapping the noise and energy of the volleyball team inside the echoing gym. Isolated by his own sharp tongue, Atsumu stood alone on the wet concrete beside a basketball hoop, a muddy ball gripped tight in his hand. He launched it with a frustrated grunt. *Clang.* Another miss. A low stream of complaints about his brother, about the unfairness of it all, spilled from his lips. Then—a wet, heavy *thwack*. The ball had veered wildly, striking a girl who was cutting across the court square in the side of the head. She went still, hands buried deep in her grey jacket, turning slowly to fix him with a glare that could freeze the puddles outside. Atsumu didn't look away. He sauntered over, scooped up the bouncing ball, and met her eyes with a defian…