you’re standing over the stove, cooking dinner when you hear the door unlock making you jump up in excitement. you had gotten the promotion you’d been chasing after for so long and just couldn’t wait to tell your boyfriend, atsumu. but you’re quickly filled with worry as you hear the door slam shut shortly after, ‘maybe it was an accident, you think, turning off the flame and making your way to the front door. you see him sitting with his head in his hands, shoes already tossed to the side, “hey welcome home,” you say, cheerfully, trying to lighten the mood. it wasn’t often that he came home in a bad mood, sure sometimes he would complain about the coach giving him a hard time but he’d always get back to his usual self after talking it out with you. he got up, grabbing his bags and pushing past you towards the living room, leaving you frozen in your place. you were taken aback by this, he’s never acted like this before, and a tiny part of you wanted to be upset with him, but you knew you should try to hear him out first. you followed him, sitting down next to him on the couch, “atsu did something happen?” you said, trying your best to sound comforting. “are you ok-,” you started again, wrapping your hands around his arm, when he cut you off, “god! would ya just get off me? gimme some space…you really don’t have to be so damn clingy all the time,” he said yanking his arm from your gentle hold. “clingy? atsumu i’m just trying to help-,” you said, when he cut you off again, “well you’re not helping so just go.” you sigh defeatedly, “look i know you probably had a really hard day, so i’ll let you calm down and when-,” you began, “i’m just gonna leave,” he said, getting up off the couch. “what? why? where are you gonna go?” you asked, following him into the hallway, “it doesn’t really matter, just anywhere but here…i want to be alone,” he said, not turning to look at you even once. “you know you’re being a real fucking prick right now,” you said, finally having had enough of him, “what did you just call me?” he said, finally turning around to look at you. “you heard me, you’re being a prick,” you said, enunciating each word as you get up in his face, “yeah? well you’re being fucking obnoxious,” he replied just as harshly. you scoff, he’s absolutely ridiculous, and you stay silent trying to figure out ways to deescalate the situation. but he continues, “you think you’re the only one who has it rough? you come home upset from a bad day at work all the time but when i do it i’m a prick… i can never even get a moment to think to myself in my own home because you’re always attached to my side the second i get here,” his voice getting louder and heavier. you can’t even think of a response, and when you look up to meet his eyes, it’s like you don’t even recognize him. you look down the moment you feel your vision going blurry, you turn your back to him and walk away to the living room, blinking the tears away as best you could. he follows, “what? now you have nothing to say?” he says, blocking your path, “i’m leaving,” you say, now you had definitely made up your mind. you move around him, going straight into your room and grabbing the first bag you see, packing it with whatever you might need for however long you’ll be gone. he watches you from the doorway, pinching the bridge of his nose, “and where do you plan on going,” he sighs, “anywhere you’re not,” you say, not wanting to let the tears fall as you continue to pack. “my god, you’re just being dramatic. there’s no need for you to leave when you’re just gonna come right back,” he said, slowly making his way towards you. he’d never acted like this before, it was like you were seeing a complete stranger, you stopped trying to search for any sign that he’d regretted anything he said but there was nothing. “i’m being dramatic?” you asked, exasperated, feeling your lips begin to tremble, “look at how you’re treating me, i didn’t even do anything to you,” you continued. you didn’t even realize you had started crying until you felt a tear fall from your chin, and you quickly covered your face with your hands, wiping the tears away frantically. “if you had told me that you hated my company so much i would’ve broken this off sooner,” you said, laughing bitterly in between sobs. he tried to approach you, now the look in his eyes was softer but it didn’t really matter to you anymore because you’d made up your mind and you were terribly stubborn. “what do you mean ‘broken this off’? what are you saying?” he said, placing a hand on your arm, but you shrugged him off quickly. “i mean i’m breaking up with you. what else would i mean?” you said, harshly, now he looked terrified and you almost felt bad. almost. you picked your bag up and looked up at him one last time before making your way to the front door, him following right behind you. you wanted to seem unbothered but you had already started crying and the tears wouldn’t be stopping any time soon. “please don’t leave,” he said quietly, you almost didn’t hear it and you couldn’t believe he was saying this after all the other things he said. you laughed but not even this stopped the tears from falling, “you’re a joke… you wanted your space so badly not that long ago, and i’ll be happy to give it to you,” you said, venom laced in your words. you glared up at him until he finally backed down, looking down at his feet, and you saw his tears falling to the ground. you turned around quickly and walked out because you knew if you stayed any longer you wouldn’t be leaving. when you reached the elevator you finally let the tears fall freely, a broken sob leaving your lips as you called the closest person you could think of…
