Thread by @vinaegir

#Sakuatsu #skts rose gold au where everything's the same except when Sakusa finally joins the professional world after years at college, he finds that Miya Atsumu isn't the same as he remembered.

Gone was the haughty and smug boy with brass colored hair and a wide grin.

Now there was a pretty, bubbly, ash blond man, still with a wide smile but now those lips seemed to always be wrapped around some sweet or candy or god forbid /pouting/.

Sakusa doesn't know if Miya just had one too many volleyballs to the face or if the bleach for that platinum

Hair had finally seeped into the setters brain, but somewhere between graduating high-school as the top setter, Miya had turned into a pink, blond bimbo of a man.

Gone were the almost too big shirts and frayed sweats that Sakusa saw at training camp, now Miya

Worr any assortment of crop-tops, tank tops, too tight shirts that had a plethora of cutesy patterns or words, all in shades of pastels, mostly a pink that made Miya look like a rose dripped Ken doll on a team of rather stereotypical jocks.

That doesn't even start on

The collection of short shorts Miya has acquired, the black ones with a paw print stamped on one thigh and one cheek that wrap and cling around Miya's thigh and ass especially tests Sakusa sanity in a good day, paired with an exposed stomach and a cheerful smile and blush,

Miya is a weapon of mass destruction, Sakusa is sure of it.

It's not like Miya suddenly became a fragile, dainty flower either, he's still over six feet, muscle bound athlete, foul mouth still big and loud and annoying behind white and sunshine filled teeth.

The first time Sakusa witnessed Miya chew out a new rookie upstart that thought he could get smart with the setter, said setter fixing the newcomer with a dead, devouring stare and harsh apathetic words that juxtaposed the bubblegum dream made up the rest of Miya, Sakusa had

To bite deep into the inside of his cheek, the taste of iron distracting from the pink and gold haze that sparked deep inside the spiker.

The day a particularly cold winter blew and Miya bounced in with a soft glimmer of chapstick and lip gloss, Sakusa could already see his

Death warrant being signed, finally succumbing to the cotton candy, sickly sweet pull that is Miya Atsumu.

Atsumu, who says the stupidest yet most endearing shit Sakusa has ever heard, air headed yet an overthinker, with soft chubby cheeks and a sharp hungry smile,

Sakusa wants to pinch him, crush him tight and find out if Atsumu tastes as warm and sweet as he looks.

(He does.)

(Sakusa never hears the end of "sour and sweet" jokes, especially from Komori.)

😷end🦊

I just wanted to gush about cotton candy pink atsumu ok, I'm obsessed w it always so sakusa has to be too😭