Thread by @liliapocalypse

#SakuAtsu Atsumu doesn't sleep while traveling. That's what happens after one too many stolen shots taken by a Samu, Suna, and Gin who are always out for Atsumu's blood.

Sakusa notices this on their second bus ride to a match when he sees Atsumu stubbornly fighting off sleep. +

His head lolls uncontrollably before jerking right back up, eyes drooping but never quite closing.

He lets it slide for a while until MSBY loses the finals. The team was quiet after that, even Bokuto and Hinata, and everyone immediately fell asleep 10 minutes after the bus left.

Well, everyone except them two.

Atsumu's head is just resting against the window, eyes hooded with sleep, his shoulders rounded from exhaustion. Sighing, Sakusa crosses the aisle and sits on the vacant spot beside Atsumu who snaps in attention. "Omi?"

Sakusa looks straight ahead, eyebrow furrowed. "Why won't you sleep?"

"Why aren't /ya/ asleep?" Atsumu retorts, but there is no bite to it. Only overwhelming curiosity.

"Because I'm trying to understand why /you/ won't, for some stupid reason. Why?"

Sakusa could not have been prepared for the answer at all as Atsumu looks out the window and pouts slightly. "I don't want anyone taking stolen shots of me."

Sakusa gapes at him for a long minute. "That's it? Your body's about to drop and you refuse to sleep for /that/?"

Atsumu looks back and scowls. "Tell that to Suna and Samu! Ya weren't in Inarizaki!"

"Well, this isn't Inarizaki. Everyone is too tired to care about your stupid sleeping face."

"You're not asleep, though."

"I don't give a fuck about that. And my phone's over there. Sleep."

Atsumu's next retort is cut off as Sakusa walks back to his seat, scours around his bag, then sits beside Atsumu before dropping a hanky on his face. A hand reaches out to cradle the side of Atsumu's head, slowly guiding Atsumu until his head is on the crook of Sakusa's neck.

"I can't see, Omi," Atsumu whispers. Sakusa huffs a silent laugh, fingers reaching out to cover Atsumu's eyes through the fabric. "That's the point. Just sleep, Atsumu."

If Sakusa felt him stiffen at the sound of his given name, Sakusa never said a word about it. Instead, he watches the handkerchief flutter over Atsumu's breath as it evens out.

Sakusa doesn't move his hand until the bus arrives in Osaka. Atsumu wakes up to a gentle nudge on his shoulder, arriving at MSBY complex well-rested for the first time.

Sakusa is already standing up when Atsumu tugs on his hand, looking anywhere but at Sakusa. "Thank you, Omi."

It happens again on the next bus ride, and the next, and the next until Sakusa's permanent spot becomes the one beside Atsumu's. It continues even as they start dating sans the hanky and now with intertwined hands and temple kisses (plus exasperated groans from the team).

Until one day Sakusa takes a polaroid of Atsumu sleeping to the latter's dismay. "This is a breach of our trust, Omi!" Atsumu whines.

"This is me showing you that you are beautiful to me no matter what, even in sleep, so you don't have to be self-conscious around me."

Atsumu almost melts until Sakusa says, "But it's mostly because you're not talking when you're asleep." The soft smile and crinkles in the corners of his eyes say otherwise, though, as well as the gentle whisper of "I'm kidding" as Atsumu pouts and as Sakusa kisses his cheek.

And maybe Atsumu /does/ melt a little everyday when Sakusa opts for a clear phone case and slips the polaroid underneath.

Because there is Atsumu snuggled in Sakusa's shoulder, peaceful and ethereal in slumber, in display for everyone to see.