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omegaverse #sakuatsu || feat snos || teen, fluff

Atsumu knew lots about love.

Or well he knew how his brother acted with Sunarin and they were plenty in love, so he figures his stupid brother must be doing something right.

He knew that waiting for your partner after class +

was a sweet gesture of affection. He knew that giving your partner your portion of the pudding would make them smile. And he knew that interlocking pinkies on bus rides home was a silent tell of "I love you".

But most of all, Atsumu knew the power of scenting had on a +

partner. Osamu and Suna did it all the time.

Like right now, which Atsumu tries not to gag too hard at the sight of Osamu nuzzling closer onto Suna's lap when they're supposed to be starting their stretching. He's pretty sure Kita said to start cooldown, not canoodling. +

He lies out on the ground, fingers gripping his toes as he stares at Osamu rubbing his cheek up and down and all around Suna's neck. Atsumu wonders how Suna hasn't gotten a rash yet. It's hard to miss Osamu's minty scent intermixing with Suna's coffee to create a weird swirl of +

peppermint mocha. Suna rubs his wrists up and down his brother's back while smushing his face just has desperately into soft, grey locks, as if trying to bury himself as deep into the ashen hair as he can. They cling to each other despite seeing each other practically every +

waking moment, and yet still act like the first time Suna even asked Osamu to court him. Atsumu doesn't get it, but he knows it's the truest love he's ever seen. And if Osamu somehow cracked the code to love, then Atsumu was going to make damn sure he took as many notes +

as he could, so that when he found his forever love, he'd be ready.

//

"Omi-kun!" Atsumu calls out as he sets a ball high and close to the net. It's perfect for one curly haired spiker, as he swings his arm back and lets loose a perfect cannonball straight through the middle +

blockers arms, slamming to the ground with a satisfying /thwack/. Atsumu cheers as Sakusa lands, final point of the final match secured. First day of camp was officially over.

"Nice one Omi-Omi!"

"How many times do I have to tell you to not call me that?" Sakusa groans +

flopping to the ground in exhaustion. Atsumu only hummed in reply before joining the tired boy on the ground to stretch. He's just starting to pull his arm across his chest when suddenly his nose is filled with the warmest, spiciest scent he's ever smelled in his life. +

His eyes dilate wide as he watches Sakusa peel off the sweaty scent patch on his neck, causing even more pine scent to flood his senses. Atsumu barely notices his mouth starting to salivate. In fact, he doesn't seem to have any control left in his body. His limbs go weak to +

the earthy smell pulling him closer into that safe, warm, perfect-

"What are you doing Miya?" Atsumu breaks out of trance. Was Omi's face always this close to his? Realization hits him like a volleyball to the head as he takes in Sakusa's shocked (and flushed?) face. He quickly+

darts back away from the spiker's space, his cheeks already darkening. He tries to let out a nervous laugh in attempt to ease the situation before also realizing that his throat is currently caught fucking /purring/. Atsumu slams a hand over his mouth before mumbling a quick +

'gotta go' before leaping up and sprinting away from the stunned boy still sitting slacked jaw on the floor. In the safety of his room Atsumu makes a final realization that his omega loves Sakusa's scent. And his omega wants him /bad/.

//

After coming to terms with his sudden +

and intense crush, Atsumu decides it's time to put Osamu's wisdom to practice. In the next few days, Atsumu waits for Sakusa outside his dorm to accompany him to the gym. Sakusa barely talks back to him. Atsumu makes sure to eat each meal with him and offer his portion of +

desert. Sakusa always declines. Atsumu figures pinky holding is off the table and is proven correct when he tried during a bonding activity and Sakusa slapped his hand away, getting up to glare down at him before muttering about needing his hand sanitizer. Atsumu's fingers +

still stung even as he went to bed.

Desperate and starting to panic, Atsumu decides to pull out his last ditch effort. On the fourth day of camp, Atsumu goes to practice without his scent patches. He's able to reign it in enough during practice it doesn't become a distraction.

He plays harder than he has all camp, hoping to catch a curly haired spiker's eye. Anytime they play near each other, Atsumu lets out a bit of his scent, trying and hopefully succeeding in impressing the boy with his skills and smell. At the end of the final match, Atsumu joins +

Sakusa in stretching as always. Here, Atsumu unleashes his full scent, cinnamon flooding into the space. He stretches in a way that his arms swing into the other boy's vicinity, pushing the scent towards him. Atsumu watches from his periphery, subtly trying to gauge his reaction+

Sakusa slowly begins to breathe harsher than he should for only doing stretches. His breaths become faster, chest heaving up and down. Atsumu grins /its working/. Atsumu makes eye contact when he hears Sakusa practically panting and isn't prepared for how red his face has +

darkened. Smirking Atsumu begins to taunt, "Something in the air Omi-Omi? Anything ya li--"

"I have to go." Is all Atsumu hears before he watches Sakusa suddenly stand with his hands in front of his nose, storming off towards the dorms. Atsumu sits there stunned. It should +

have worked. He followed everything he knew about courting and yet all his advances were met with annoyed glares and rushed excuses.
"Ugh dude, where's your scent patch, you're reeking up the gym."
Atsumu pulls his eyes away from the ground, finally registering how sour his +

scent has become. He runs towards bathrooms, hoping no one saw the tears starting to form in his eyes.

//

"Stupid 'Samu. Bastard knows nothin' about courtin'" Atsumu mutters to no one in the empty stairwell. Unable to sleep, Atsumu decided to wander the foreign school and +

ended up enjoying the way the moon glowed through the windows. Perfect atmosphere to sulk. He refuses to cry again, all his tears spent earlier in the bathroom. He's not even really sure why he's entertained this surly alpha for as long he has. Surely it couldn't have been over +

something as small as a scent. A scent that filled him with a sense of comfort and safety he's only ever felt with his brothers. He has to like him because of something cool like how fucking amazing he is as a spiker. He refuses to believe he's been obsessed with this boy over +

something as lame as a /scent/. His thoughts are broken by the door at the top of the stairs suddenly creaking open, breaking the quiet and echoing down each floor. Atsumu turns to see the one and only bastard that's been taking up the forefront of his mind. Sakusa Kiyoomi +

stands at the top, looking down at Atsumu hunched figure on the middle of the stair. They stare at each other for a beat before Atsumu huffs a tired breath, turning away from him. "Go away Sakusa." Instead of the door opening again, he hears footsteps clop closer and closer +

down each step until they stop at the one he sits on. He feels Sakusa's presence sit beside him, warm and solid. Neither speak, both unsure on how to begin. Luckily, Atsumu can't take silence for very long.
"Why did ya run? If ya hated my advances that badly, why didn't ya just +

tell me no then and there?" Atsumu refuses to look over. It's only when he feels a shoulder bump close to his and the fresh smell of pine needles envelop his body in a warm blanket does he turn to face Sakusa. Atsumu's breath hitches at how /soft/ Sakusa's features are, tinges +

of nervousness in the creases of his mouth. "I'm sorry Atsumu, I truly am," he begins slowly bringing a hand to wrap around Atsumu's clothed wrist. "I was overwhelmed, yes. But not by your scent smelling bad, but over how /irresistible/ it was." Atsumu's eyes widen, mouth +

shaping into a tiny 'o'. The hand on his wrist tightens, thumb starting to run up and down in slow strokes. Atsumu's head is spinning. The scenting worked? Atsumu reluctantly sends a silent thank you to his brother. "I also enjoyed all your other acts of courting, but I was too +

nervous on how to react." Atsumu thinks back on Sakusa's reactions and all the gruff responses and hard stares were just Sakusa being nervous on talking to him. Atsumu giggles /how cute/.
"What?"

"Nothing we're jus' both hopeless messes I guess," Atsumu hums. Sakusa grumbles an+

agreement before smiling softly back at the setter. Atsumu smirks back. "So really, big, bad Omi-Omi liked my smell so much, he had to run away to contain himself?" Atsumu's smirk widens to Sakusa's eyes darkening, moving closer into the space. "You have /no/ idea how hard it +

was not to tackle you to the ground and scent you all over." Atsumu's heart flutters, cinnamon scent turning spicier. He leans in closer too, slowly moving the arm Sakusa has his hand on so their wrist glands slide together. Atsumu delights in the way Sakusa takes a sharp breath+

"Well nothin's stopping ya from scenting me now," Atsumu drawls. Sakusa searches his face for a few moments before Atsumu's world is tilting and he's being guided onto his back. The concrete step is cold, but the body that engulfs him is oh so /warm/. Pine swirls into his +

cinnamon to create the perfect blend of earthy spice. Atsumu feels a cold nose dig into his neck and he instantly wraps his arms around a sturdy back, nuzzling just as deep into tangled curls. They hold each other like that, breathing in their combined smell, cuddling as close +

to each other as they could. This was the feeling Atsumu had been craving for so long. A love that holds him perfectly in its arms. Minutes or hours later, Atsumu whispers, "'m getting sleepy omi." Kiyoomi gently pulls away from the nook in Atsumu's neck he was starting to call +

home, and brushes Atsumu's bangs from his forehead before planting a soft brush of a kiss to his head. "I have a single room." Atsumu can only nod, letting Kiyoomi take his hand and guide him through the winding halls and into a futon that is covered in pine. The two boys fall +

asleep soundly to Atsumu's purrs.

For the rest of the camp, the setter and spiker cling to each other every moment they can at meals, between matches and in the privacy of their room. They get to know each other in these in between times, ignoring the impending last day looming+

over them. Unfortunately, that day comes faster than either would like. It's hard not to cry at the train station when you have to say goodbye to the love of your life. They both clutch onto the school jackets they swapped, breathing in the scent of the other as they each make +

the long journey home. Atsumu ignores Osamu questions about why he's wearing a neon green and yellow sports jacket and flops onto his bed, falling asleep with his head buried in a pine forest.

//

"Alright! That's a wrap for today. Stretch what you need to and hit the showers,"+

Coach Foster shouts. Atsumu has barely grabbed his water bottle before a hot, sweaty body flops onto his back, fresh pine draping over him as well. Nimble fingers scratch off the scent patch on the right side of his neck, lips brushing the sensitive gland before nuzzling deep +

into the skin. Kiyoomi carves out a place on Atsumu's neck, drowning himself in his favorite spice. Atsumu chuckles lightly, planting an obnoxious kiss onto his boyfriend's sweaty forehead. Familiar arms suddenly spin him around until he's face to face with his pouting spiker. +

"Kiss me for real," he mumbles, cuddling his nose into Atsumu's. It's hard not to indulge him when he's like this. Atsumu closes the space easily, savoring the feel of his lover's lips caressing his own. He breaks it gently, smiling something secret with Kiyoomi. It's his turn +

to duck into the safety of the crook of Kiyoomi's neck and + breathe deep. His own personal forest.

"/Please/ get a fucking room," Inunaki groans tiredly.

Atsumu and Kiyoomi easily ignore him, content to stay in each other's arms a little longer.

//

HOLY FUCK THAT WAS LONG UGH WTF

also past me would be having a FIT if she knew we just wrote a/b/o LMAO SRY GIRL IM EVEN MORE TRASH

anyways focus on the soft boys over the time I wrote this ha ha 🤡
#haikyuuthreads #haikyuu #skts

Also art I made for this hehe🥰🕺🏻

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