Thread by @captainhoothoot

#SakuAtsuWeek2023 @sktsweek

Day 03: Only one bed | 'Fake' Dating au

Atsumu is no fool. He isn't completely oblivious to the fact that he has a crush on his teammate, Sakusa.

But is he one to confront his feelings up-front and admit to liking his sea-urchin-of-a-teammate who has come to be a more reliable companion than he thinks he is? 

He isn't.

In his defence, Omi-omi, as he likes to call Sakusa, is the last person Atsumu had thought of bringing over to his extended family reunion over the holidays.

Caving in ultimately, when no one else agreed to help him to escape the neverending questions coming from

his extended family regarding his relationship status, Atsumu is beginning to think that he should have thought twice about bringing home a stranger, rather than someone he knows, sees on pretty much a daily basis during training, and worst of all, likes.

When did he first fall for Sakusa, and find him attractive?

Only God knows. 

(As does Atsumu, but no one other than himself needs to know about these complex things called 'feelings'.)

In all honesty, Atsumu is surprised that Sakusa even agreed to something like this. 

How long had it taken for them to get on par with one another, and actually form some semblance of a camaraderie in MSBY, without tearing each other's throats and riling one another up?

Those were the good old days.

And boy does a part of Atsumu want to turn back to those days. 

It beats putting a wide, feigned smile on his face, holding hands with Sakusa, who has surprising larger ones that are warm and dwarf his, as they greet his extended family.

Praying and imploring every living God that the outside hitter doesn't find his sweaty palms disgusting, Atsumu is only able to catch his first breath of relief when they step into the tiny inn they have been assigned, just shy of the main house,

where they'll be bunking in together for a week. 

Ignoring the strange look Sakusa gives him as they enter the genkan and put on house slippers (that are not as inconspicuously matching),  Atsumu’s stomach drops when he realises what the taller athlete has been staring at.

There is only one bed tucked away in the corner of the room.

To be fair, it is a large bed, big enough for two grown, pro athletes to sleep in, without touching.

But where the big problem lies, is in the single blanket draped over fresh, linen sheets.

“Oh, yer fucking me,” Atsumu groans outwardly, rubbing his face as though it helps the sinking realization, to sink in any further. 

“Am I now?”

Whipping his head over to stare at Sakusa with an incredulous look of mortification, Atsumu fights the blush colouring his cheeks at the amused twinkle in the outside hitter's eyes.

This is what spending two years with somebody you may not like in the beginning,

and treat as a high school rival, can do.

The dislike and hatred has fizzed into friendly rivalry, bantering, and even the occasional heart to heart talk, from setter to spiker, and vice versa.

“I didn't mean that!” Atsumu growls, willing the heat in his cheeks to disperse.

He really doesn't want to address anything about his feelings and little crush on Sakusa, when he's already having a hard enough time being in the same room as his teammate-turned-fake-boyfriend.

How is he even going to sleep and last for the rest of the week? 

Sakusa, calm and composed as per usual (and oblivious to the quarter-life crisis Atsumu is having), raises an eyebrow.

Removing his coat and gloves, before sanitising his hands and striding over to lean into Atsumu’s space, the setter's breath hitches in his throat as he gets lost in the dark, onyx pair of eyes lined with even darker eyelashes.

His gaze drifts down to seemingly soft lips-

pursed, with a prominent cupid's bow. 

'Kissable', Atsumu muses. 
('Cute', Sakusa thinks.)

“What if I took it to heart?”

Atsumu's brain fizzles shut. His lips part, eyes widening comically. 

"Omi, what are yer-"

"I'll have you know, Atsumu, that I don't do one night stands."

Slim digits cup his jaw gingerly, stroking his cheek.

Atsumu thinks he's stopped breathing, when Sakusa inches forward.

Those very lips he's stared at across the court during practice and has dreamt of kissing, are a mere millimetre away, separated by a hair's breadth.

Atsumu gulps. Mustering liquid courage, his gaze drifts from Sakusa's lips, to his knowing eyes. 

"Who said one will be enough?"

Atsumu closes the distance. 

(They tumble into the single bed soon after.)

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