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Atsumu reached for his phone as it lit up his otherwise pitch black room, the buzzing too loud to ignore. He groaned as he looked at the time, it was two in the morning. He sighed as he thought about having to work the opening shift, and how exhausted he would now be. He didn’t recognize the number, but it woke him up, so he decided he wouldn’t let it go to waste. This better be good.
To his surprise, he wasn’t greeted by a telemarketer; instead a drunken man who immediately started talking. Atsumu sat up and rubbed his eyes, “Who is this?” He asked, leaning back on his palm. He got a long, jumbled response that he couldn’t hear. Atsumu opened his mouth to tell the man he got the wrong number, but he began babbling before he had the chance.
Half of his words were slurred and incoherent, strung together with hums. Miya smiled and flicked on the lamp that sat on his nightstand, whatever was happening was way more interesting than sleep. He laid down and set the phone to speaker, placing it on his bare chest as he listened to the stranger confess his undying love for him. He went on for a shockingly long time, repeating a few key points.
1. He loves this man
2. This is definitely not because he’s drunk.
3. He doesn’t care that they only met a month ago.
Atsumu chuckled to himself once the man fell silent, although he could hear clamoring in the background and the ringing of glasses hitting each other. He sighed loudly as he shifted to his side, “Look, I’m flattered, really.” He smiled, “But I think ya got the wrong guy.” Atsumu paused for a reaction, but nothing came. “If ya want my advice, never say that to anyone again. It’ll scare ‘em off, I promise.”
Still no response. He tapped his phone screen to make sure he wasn’t hung up on, but the call was ongoing. Atsumu picked up his phone, and the man immediately spoke. “What time is it?”
Miya raised an eyebrow at the random question. He narrowed his eyes at the blue light, the stranger had the same area code as him. “Two twenty.”
“Fuck.” The man grumbled, Atsumu listening to him shift around. “M’oya’s n’a kill me.”
Atsumu shrugged to himself, he decided that this conversation was getting boring. “Well ‘M gonna go back to bed.” He hummed, “Call a cab or somethin’, don’t keep drinkin’.” He advised as he plugged his phone back in, the battery lighting up green.
“G’night,” The man sang, holding onto the ‘i’ for way too long. “Love you.” He added onto whatever tune he was making up.
Atsumu smiled, “Take care.” He said before hanging up and tossing his phone onto his night stand, rolling over and pulling his comforter over his shoulders. He dozed off quickly, his hands loosely curled in the fabric.
Atsumu slapped his phone until the alarm shut off and tossed his legs over the side of his bed, pulling on a shirt. He picked up his phone with fuzzy eyes, a text sitting in his notification center. He furrowed his eyebrows at the number as he clicked into it.
From: Unknown
My log says I called you last night. Not sure what I said but I’m sorry for waking you so late.
Atsumu smiled slightly and typed out a quick response before he began to get ready for work.
From: Atsumu
It’s all good! Hope things work out with whoever you were confessing to ;P
He chuckled and tossed his phone on his bed, stretching out. He walked to the other side of his studio apartment, pulled a granola bar from the pantry, and moved to his closet. He pulled on a gray shirt and black jeans before he strolled into his bathroom and fixed up his hair to the best of his abilities, pausing as he brushed his teeth and put on deodorant. He pulled on his backpack and shoes before he plugged in earbuds and left the apartment, going straight to the bus.
He made it to his job quickly, it was a small tattoo shop crammed between two larger buildings downtown. He hooked his phone up to a speaker before he snapped on gloves, beginning to set up stations and sanitize everything.
Work flew by, he had a few appointments scheduled, and the walk-ins were easy enough. It was just him that day, his coworker, Hinata, had called out a few days earlier for a vacation. Atsumu spent half his day wondering what he was up to, and half his day wondering if the drunken stranger was alright. He sounded like he made it home okay. He didn’t check his phone until the end of his shift, only sparing glances to change the music and order lunch. He sat on the bus and finally plucked his phone from his back pocket, smiling at the text that awaited him, the time stamped four hours earlier.
From: Unknown
Work out with what? I was confessing?
Miya chuckled, adjusting arm around the pole as he swayed with the bus.
From: Atsumu
Oh god.
You don’t remember? At all?
He looked up from his phone and held back a devious grin as he looked at the other passengers, his eyes focusing on a thin, pale man with contrasting hair and a half covered face. His shirt was loud, very 80s with colorblocked geometric shapes covering every inch, filled with yellow, teal, indigo and burgundy. He looked worried. Atsumu snapped back into reality when his phone buzzed.
From: Unknown
No. Just tell me.
From: Atsumu
You professed your undying love for me ;)
Jk, you meant to call someone else, told you not 2 call them tho, would’ve scared them off
He waited a moment for a response, his eyes drifting back to the man. He chewed his cheek as he patted around his jeans for some sort of notecard, instead finding his business card. He checked his back pocket and thanked whatever god there was as he discovered there was a pen in his jeans. He pulled it out, scribbling his name and number on the front in a messy, big font. He snapped the pen shut as the bus slowed to a stop, sliding it into his pocket. He took a few steps forward, but the stranger was already out of the doors. Atsumu frowned slightly, folding the card and shoving it into the darkness of his pocket again.
From: Unknown
Doesn’t look like I called him. Thanks
Atsumu stared at his phone, not wanting the conversation to end there. He was determined to keep it going until he got home.
From: Atsumu
Are you gonna tell him?
The reply was instantaneous.
From: Unknown
What’s it to you?
From: Atsumu
You’re the one that dragged me into this, can’t blame me for being curious
From: Unknown
To be quite honest, I’m not even sure who I meant to call.
Miya smiled at his phone, a small laugh leaving his lips.
From: Atsumu
So you were REALLY drunk
From: Unknown
I don’t think I would have called you if I wasn’t.
Atsumu gripped his phone tight, unsure of how to keep the conversation going. He could ask for his name, but he wasn’t sure he would get the answer. He couldn’t blame the guy if he wanted to remain anonymous after embarrassing himself. He slipped his phone into his pocket as the bus slowed to a stop, Atsumu quickly stepping out.