It's been a few months after the whole suicide scandal. I don't think anyone other than (Y/n) and I know about it, not even his parents. Ever since that scandal, he's been avoiding going back to his home at all costs. He'd stay at my place or at this cheap motel that we're currently in. I'd be lying if I said I didn't think he ran away, but then why would he stay in this town if he ran away? Maybe his parents kicked him out? But then maybe he'd tell me.

"Atsumu?" (Y/n) called.

"Oh, um, huh?" I asked.

"I was asking if you understand this english homework?" He smiled caringly. It's one of the rare smiles that he only gave me.

"Haha... no." I answered.

He sighed, then chuckled. "Basically, it's asking you if you like the radio play more than the text version or the text more than the radio play." he explained.

"... I don't like either of them because they're school related." I pouted.

"Don't be like that, 'Tsumu. Now pick one." he said as he wrote down his answer.

"What did you pick?" I asked.

"I prefer the text. The radio play was super boring."

"Yeah. I'll go with the text as well."

"You just copied me."

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"Woo! We're finally done!" I exclaimed.

"Thank god I don't have to deal with your stupidity anymore." He sighed.

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what I mean, don't play dumb with me."

"Yeah OK... hey, (Y/n)."

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Do you wanna tell the team, and your parents about... us?" I asked.

"Sure, but... maybe not my parent." he sighed. "I don't think she'll take it well since she wanted me to marry my last girlfriend, Veronica. She died young, and she told me to find a new girl just like her. She was the picture perfect girl in her eyes, the housewife type. If she find out that I'm dating a guy, she'd freak, especially when it's you."

"Me?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah, you. My parents were both setters for Inarizaki when they were in high school, and wanted me to be a setter as well. I mean, I did, but I didn't want to be a setter. I actually wanted to play hockey, but they made me give in to being a setter. Well, I just didn't put in effort, and didn't make it on the starting lineup. That kind of made my parents pissed at me, and you. I dunno, they're really controlling." he sighed.

"I see..." I scratched my head. "What about the team?"

He nodded. "I don't mind telling the team about us. Wait, I think I have something I wanna do."

"What?" I asked.

"We're gonna record their reactions, and rewatch it when we get married."

I blushed, but nodded. "Sure."

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"Tsumu, were you at (Y/n)'s yesterday?" Samu asked.

"Yeah, I was." I replied.

"You guys go over to each others' house so much. (L/n), you were all like 'I hate all you people' and now you're like 'I can get along with everyone, I'm a social butterfly!' what happened? I mean, I'm glad you've opened up and even gotten therapy and stuff, but like, what happened?" Suna asked.

"Oh," (Y/n) laughed a bit.

"You see, Suna, there's a thing called 'love changes people' and that happened for (Y/n)." I explained to him.

"Oh, (Y/n) likes someone?" Suna asked.

"Indeed. In fact, he's dating that someone." Samu added. (Y/n) giggled, and blushed.

"Wait, who?" Suna asked. I smirked.

"It's Tsumu." (Y/n) answered.

"Wait what?" Suna asked. "I thought it was that basketball guy's brother. What was his name? Ito Yuuta?"

"Him? He's my ex's ex." Samu exclaimed.

"Why him?" (Y/n) asked.

"I dunno, just felt like it." Suna shrugged.

"Anyways, we got your reaction on tape." (Y/n) smirked.

"OK. Can you send that to me so I can put it on my YouTube channel?" Suna asked.

"Uh, sure."

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We were at practice. (Y/n) and I were slacking off. We're supposed to be doing bumping circles, but (Y/n) and I decided 'actually, we're having a movie date. Right here, right now.' Why? I don't know either, we just did what we wanted.

"(L/n), Atsumu. What are you doing?" Kita-san asked. (Y/n) and I muffled our own laughs with our hands. What were we doing? When we decided to slack off, we went to the bathroom, and watched this weird movie called "Beavis and Butt-head Do America." on the bathroom floor. It's pretty funny . I don't know how, but (Y/n) found it on Google movies and we decided to watch it together.

"What do you do when you're being chased by the state?" the movie track played. We're screwed.

"You cut off the power!" the other guy in the movie exclaimed.

"Damn right!"

We couldn't take it anymore. (Y/n) and I started busting out laughing, probably confusing Kita-san.

"Aran!"

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"What the hell are you two doing, just laughing your butts off in the toilet! Do you seriously need to watch a movie during practice, we don't need a phone to entertain us all the time." Aran-san scolded, but instead (Y/n) and I just laughed again.

"What's wrong?" Kita-san asked. "Aran, I think they're having an episode of Pseudobulbar affect (uncontrollable laughing)."

"Haha, he said anus! The movie we watched is psychic!" I exclaimed.

"Noooooo! Aran, you mad-man!" (Y/n) yelled.

Kita-san, and Aran-san were (very understandably) confused, and shook their heads.

"Why were you even watching a movie in the toilet in the middle of practice anyway?" Aran-san asked. "Oh god, in my 18 years of living, I never thought I'd say those words together in one sentence."

"I didn't think anyone thought they'd ever have to say those words together, Aran." Kita-san said as he looked back at us.

"We decided-" I got cut off by my laugh bubbling up in my throat. "We decided to have a movie date."

Kita-san and Aran-san looked at us in confusion as (Y/n) and I started laughing again.

"Why? Why now?" Kita-san asked.

"We're sorry, we just decided to..."

"Wait, this is a movie date... are you two dating?" Aran-san asked.

"Yeah?" (Y/n) answered.

"... I called it! Omimi owes me a ton!" Kita-san exclaimed as he ran off to the gym.

"What...?" Aran asked himself as he sighed.

"Whatever just... don't go deciding to do more things in that bathroom. And do not decide to randomly have another movie date in the toilet, at the very least go to the locker room. I really needed to piss, man." Aran-san frustratedly sighed as he walked to the bathroom, leaving us to laugh even more.

"I can't believe Kita-san bet on us with Omimi-san. And I can't believe I got that all on my phone!" I exclaimed.

"This is gold."

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"Mom, dad!" I called.

"Yes, Atsumu?" My mom asked as she walked into the living room. She just finished cooking.

"What is it, sonny?" My dad asked.

"Can we record you right now? It's for... future purposes." I told them.

"Of course." Dad said.

I sighed. "Mom, dad... I want you to meet someone."

"Hello." (Y/n) greeted, a bit nervous.

"Oh, who's this, dear?" Mom asked.

"Thisis(Y/n)myboyfriend." I spluttered.

"What, I didn't quite catch that." Dad said.

"Mom, dad, this is (L/n) (Y/n), and we're in a relationship." I told them.

Mom had an 'I ship it' look, while Dad had an 'Oh that's cool' look.

"So you're the lucky one! Please, tell me everything! How did you meet, how did you get together." Mom exclaimed. "I suggest you stay over for dinner and we can talk over this."

(Y/n) laughed.

"Umeko is such a hopeless romantic." My dad shook his head.

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"'Tsumu." (Y/n) called from the motel's coffee table. I was on the bed watching random cartoons on TV.

"Yes, (Y/n)?" I asked.

"I think I'm ready." He said as he turned around.

"Ready? For what exactly?" I asked.

"To tell my parent." He sighed.

"Are you moving back to your parent's or are you staying here?" I asked.

"I'm not moving back there. She has no boundaries, and I can't deal with her at this point." I sighed. "But I feel like I should tell her I'm in good hands, right?"

I blushed. "R-right..."

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"This is it. My parents' house." he said as we stood in front of an old, semi-broken down house.

"OK, now I see how you can bear to live in a motel room." I said.

"Well, let's go to hell." He sighed as he pressed the bell.

A woman who looked crazy as hell opened the door for us. I looked over at (Y/n) who had a look of frustration and disappointment plastered on his face.

"Where were you?! You disappoint me, after a month, and you have the nerve to show up at my front doorstep." she slurred.

"Really? I disappoint you? You disappoint me. After dad left us, you still live in his house, and say that it's yours? That's really embarrassing, (L/n)-san." (Y/n) coldly said.

"Who is that?!" she asked.

"I'm (Y/n)'s boyfriend, Miya Atsumu, (L/n)-san." I told her as politely as I could possibly be.

"You! You're the setter! (L/n) (Y/n), I demand that you break up with him! I will not allow you to date the vile creature!" she yelled. Ouch.

"No." (Y/n) replied.

"No? No?! NO?! I'm doing this for YOUR sake, young man! He's going to gaslight you!" She screeched.

"Why would he gaslight me? For all I remember, you were the one who was gaslighting dad." He said. "Didn't you tell dad that his family was gossiping about him behind his back, and calling him nuts, which led to him cutting off all his friends and family. Honestly, you're a hypocrite for saying Atsumu will gaslight me. The reason I came here was for you to know I'm in better hands than you. Honestly, even dad was better than you, and he was being controlled by you." he told her as we walked away.

"(L/n) (Y/n)! Come back young man! Come back! I said come back, you!" I heard her yell from a distance. "I am your mother, and I demand that you break up with him, now young man!"

"I'm so glad we left that place." I sighed.

"Yeah, me too." (Y/n) sighed. "That was really stressful."

"Wanna go grab some drinks to calm down?"

"That'd be nice."

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