040625. have this meet-cute drabble with atsumu while i decide what theme i should do next <3
the first time you make eye contact with atsumu miya, you think you’ve gone mad.
because no sane person would lock eyes with a stranger mid-chaos—while being dragged by a dog on a mission of mass destruction—and think,
but there he is, flat on his back in the grass, hair tousled, hoodie speckled with leaves, and a golden retriever (probably) standing proudly on his stomach like it just conquered mount fuji. and he’s looking right at you, brows furrowed, like you summoned this nonsense.
your dog, meanwhile, is in a full tail-wagging, tongue-lolling friendship sort-of-ceremony with the retriever, their leashes entwined in an unsolvable knot of destiny.
"you owe me a new shoulder," atsumu says, still not moving. “and maybe a new dog.”
“your dog started it,” you try to argue, breathless, wrestling your leash back from the vortex of dog limbs.
atsumu sits up with a wince and a smirk. “and yer dog finished it. i’m impressed. also a little scared.”
you blink. “are you always this dramatic?”
he shrugs. “only when cute people crash into me.”
god. maybe you have gone mad.