Thread by @liliapocalypse

#SakuAtsuFluffWeek2021 - Day 3: Rivals to Lovers @sktsfluffweek

Sakusa & Atsumu, presidents of their own college orgs, will stop at nothing to win best org. Their members, tired of being put through the wringer, set a meeting just for the two of them—but they don’t know that.

And look, it’s justified. Sakusa has made Yachi cry once (unintentionally) by asking her to rush a pubmat to make sure their event is held first.

Atsumu has made Riseki walk out of their meeting when he asked him to rewrite the whole project proposal because it’s not good enough

to go against Sakusa’s projects. Osamu and Komori had to intervene and talk some sense into their relatives, pushing them to apologize to their co-members.

So the members of both orgs make a group chat without their presidents and scheme, and it goes like this.

Their members suggest to hold a meeting for an upcoming event. The next part is easy, because as presidents, Sakusa and Atsumu always arrive at their meeting place first.

To their surprise, instead of seeing their co-members, they see each other instead.

Then the door locks.

Their orgmates aren’t stupid.

It’s hard not to miss the tension when Atsumu flat-out smirks and winks at Sakusa with every stupid, tiny victory.

Or when Sakusa goes out of his way to pat Atsumu’s hair, tousling his carefully styled locks to remind him that he’s taller.

Unfortunately, this isn’t the movies. As their orgmates open the room, they’re not kissing or holding hands.

They are… answering org emails.

Granted, they didn’t kill each other even as Atsumu’s phone died out, not having charged it full because he didn’t anticipate +

being locked in. But there are a lot of correspondences to make, so he puts on a brave face and asks. “Can I borrow yer phone, Sakusa? I just have to answer some urgent emails.”

Sakusa looks at him suspiciously. “And why should I trust you? What if you hack the org’s account?”

Atsumu grunts and rolls his eyes, stopping himself from snapping when he’s the one who needs something from Sakusa. “Ya can watch me as I use yer phone. That good enough for ya?”

The smirk in Sakusa’s face almost makes him want to take it back, but he takes the phone from

Sakusa’s hand anyway. Atsumu is seated on the floor by the door when Sakusa sits right behind him, so close he can feel Sakusa’s breath on his nape.

“Go on then. Actually do your job as president for once.”

“Oh, fuck you, Omi. Also don’t watch as I type in the password, jeez!”

Atsumu is /not/ okay, though. He’s so self-conscious of every moment, knowing Sakusa is watching him closely. His legs touch Atsumu’s, his chest to Atsumu’s back. His fingers are shaking as he composes his first email.

/He’s probably judging my writing,/ he thinks as he stops

typing, trying to find the right words and failing.

“You can just say you’ll send the other documents if they want it,” Sakusa supplies. Atsumu is just about to say thank you when Sakusa rests his chin on Atsumu’s shoulder. “Also… Omi?”

/Oh, god no, you stupid idiot./

How can he let his secret nickname for Sakusa slip just like that?

Still, he clears his throat and feigns indifference. “What? Ya can give me a nickname too if ya want. Not gonna change the fact that I’ll beat ya for best org.”

He shouldn’t have turned his head. No.

Because now their faces are so close, his lips can touch Sakusa’s cheeks with a nudge.

He notices certain things: His eyes are even darker up close. There’s a tiny mole under his eye he hasn’t noticed before. His cupid’s bow is so defined. His nose is… weirdly tiny. But cute.

Heat surges to his cheeks with the onslaught of thoughts and he looks away. He feels Sakusa’s body shudder in laughter against his. “Nah. Why would I call you anything else but your name? I like calling you Atsumu.”

/What… the fuck?/

Atsumu goes on as if that didn’t bother him at all, the words burrowing in his chest and his chin digging in his skin. Sakusa is overwhelmingly… /there/.

There as he judges every grammatical and typographical error, but also there to help correct them and suggest better terms.

There as the door finally opens and they scramble up and away from each other, but still near enough for Sakusa’s knuckles brush his as he gives the phone back.

There in his email inbox, with a subject of You Idiot, saying: You’re so worried I’ll hack your account but /you/

leave your personal account logged in on /my/ phone?

Smiling, Atsumu replies back: Give me some credit, Omi. I’m not that stupid.

P.S. You might want to check my drafts!

P.P.S. If you /were/ watching me, you should’ve seen me typing that but you didn’t. My shoulder too comfy?

When Sakusa goes to Atsumu’s drafts, all he sees is this.

// end 😌

i know i always say this but this time i legitimately don’t know what this is anymore HAHA OKAY BYEE