Thread by @rarenianii

#SktsWeek2023 #sakuatsu @sktsweek
day 1 - college, firsts, trust, real emotional Sakusa

"I'm so, so sorry," Atsumu mumbles, placing a new ice pack on Sakusa's head. "If I knew ya were movin' in with us I wouldn't hit ya with a fryin' pan. Honest."

Sakusa openly hates being touched, the man shivers by Atsumu's fingertips hovering over his hair.

"Bokkun didn't tell me we're having a new housemate," Atsumu glares at the curtains that Bokuto is hiding behind of. "I thought ya were a thief or some shit-"

"It's okay," Sakusa stands up with the ice pack. "But pray that I don't forget that we're living in the same house."

Atsumu never felt safe in his own house again from that day forward.

Ever since Sakusa had suddenly moved into their house, Atsumu swears God has assigned some guardian angels for him. Someone watches and protects him all the time, Atsumu didn't even know that God loved him enough to protect him from Sakusa.

Atsumu believes in this for the first time when there's a water bottle on his nightstand one morning, which he couldn't go grab at night because he was afraid of Sakusa.

But when he happily steps out of his room, Sakusa shouts and sends him back to there because he's cleaning.

A few days later, while in calculus class, he receives an e-mail, saying there's a sandwich under his desk and not to starve himself.

Then,

“I swear, if ya tell me ta lie down and watch the ceiling with ya, I will,” Atsumu cries out to Hinata, who's in bed, watching the ceiling

“I can do anythin' but study-”

“Stop bitching!” Sakusa yells, chasing Atsumu up to his room. “If you leave that room, I will make sure your body won't come out of the house in one piece."

Atsumu finds math notes on his desk, definitely isn't his.

Being afraid of Sakusa is so natural for Atsumu that he doesn't realize it when he starts to feel something /different/ for him.

His own life somehow begins to fit into Sakusa's, in a very subtle way.

His room transforms from a homeless shelter to a hospital room.

He starts waking up early despite not having morning classes; Sakusa doesn't like others having the luxury of sleeping after he wakes up.

The first time he sees Sakusa sleeping on the sofa in the living room with a book on his chest, he covers the curly man with a blanket and removes his glasses without touching him, knowing that Sakusa dislikes being touched.

"Date? With whom?" askes Sakusa, never set foot in Atsumu's room but blocking the way.

Atsumu isn't going on a date, his mother simply chose to visit Osamu's apartment since it was closer to the train station, and Atsumu decided not to leave the house in sweatpants, that's all.

“What date?” asks Atsumu back. “I thought ya liked me not bein' around. I'm out for a few hours. I'll take the key, so I won't wake ya-"

Sakusa suddenly decides to enter the forbidden territory, closing the door behind himself. "You can't leave."

Is he creating a new rule? The house is Bokuto's, why do they have to follow Sakusa's rules? Atsumu frowns, he'll attack Sakusa once more with the frying pan if needed. "What do ya mean I can't leave? I said I won't wake ya-"

Sakusa wouldn't even touch him with dish gloves; he wouldn't come within a meter of him.

So when his bare hands gently hold Atsumu's face, Atsumu automatically stops speaking and waits to be kissed.

So does Sakusa. Maybe it's the most virgin kiss in the world, yet it takes Atsumu's breath away.

“Omi-kun?” Atsumu is afraid that if he talks too much, Sakusa would let his face go. “Yer touchin' me.”

“Mm-hm," Sakusa isn't believing in that either.

“Do- do that again,” Atsumu cranes his neck slightly forward, fingertips holding onto Sakusa's hoodie as Sakusa kisses him again, bolder and deeper.

By the time the kiss is over, there's already no space between them for air to pass through.

“Don't go,” Sakusa says again, eyes studying every part of Atsumu's face. "I promise I'm better than whoever you're dating-"

Atsumu snorts a laugh. “I was goin' to my twin, Omi-kun.”

Sakusa's expression changed so quickly that Atsumu did not have a chance to perceive it.

he lets go of Atsumu soon after that. The way he's blushing is so sweet that Atsumu almost doesn't notice he's about to leave.

At that moment, Atsumu clings to Sakusa's waist like old women snatching the discounted thing at the market.

"Ya can't kiss and run away-!"

"Kiss? What kiss? Let me go, I have stuff to do-!"

Sakusa is strong, but not stronger than Atsumu's tightest hugs.

"Yes, I'm the stuff, kiss me again."

Sakusa stops abruptly, and Atsumu takes the advantage to bury his head in Sakusa's warm neck, hugging better. He doesn't dare step back and kiss him, so as not to risk Sakusa's escape.

Sakusa's hands raise in the air, can't bring himself to hug Atsumu.

"This is my first,” he says quietly, taking advantage of the fact that Atsumu isn't looking at him. His heart is beating so fast that it's practically punching Atsumu's chest. “You /are/ my first.”

"First?" Atsumu finally steps away to look at him, and Sakusa surprisingly doesn't run away. He's so embarrassed that he can cry; it's the most real emotion Atsumu has ever seen in him.

"It's the first time I've liked someone, /you/,” Sakusa says, eyes wandering around the room. Atsumu doesn't force him to look directly into his eyes while saying those—his heart wouldn't be able to handle it.

“And that was- my first kiss," Sakusa keeps going-

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ducking his head as if he's about to be scolded. "I've been treating you horribly, but I swear it was unintentional. I tried to make up for being a dick but I couldn't do it /openly/ because I was- scared that you'd notice my feelings- and- and you really hate me-"

It all clicks for Atsumu- the water bottles spawning on his nightstand, the edibles he finds around-

Sakusa both scared him away and protected him from himself. It's the dumbest and sweetest thing Atsumu had ever heard.

Hesitantly, he presses his fingertips to his chin, Sakusa instantly looks up at him, eyes already wet. “Who said I hate ya?”

“Everyone-” Sakusa blurts out. "They told me that you're going to hate me if I keep treating you like this-"

Atsumu lets out a neutoric, vivid laugh, he can feel Sakusa blushing even more under his fingertips.

Their eyes met again- Sakusa is really about to cry, fuuuck.

“Who do ya trust more, Omi-kun, other people or me?” asks Atsumu, with his most sincere, sweetest smile.

“You,” Sakusa pouts, leaning towards Atsumu's touch. The same morning, Sakusa hissed at Atsumu because his arm brushed his.

"Then, who will ya believe if I say that I like ya?"

Sakusa swallows, blinking his eyes fast, but a tear escapes anyway and hits Atsumu's thumb.

"You."

Atsumu pulls him into his arms, finally hugging him in a real, tender embrace, running his hand through those curls he'd longed to touch ever since he placed ice packs on his head.

An hour later, Sakusa is scaring Atsumu's /mother/ this time because that's his way of trying to make himself loved.

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