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#SakuAtsuWeek2023 @sktsweek | day 7 ; fake dating, "i wouldn't want anyone else" ; mutual pining (if you squint)

"and you think i would say yes to this because...?" sakusa was staring at him as if he's murdered his bloodline, but atsumu just flipped him off.

"okay promise ya won't-," atsumu makes vague gestures that insinuate sakusa obliterating him or making him a pancake against the volleyball court flooring, "-punch me or whatever,"

sakusa shuts his locker, intrigued as to what atsumu has to say, "i'm listening,"

"i had a crush on ya back in highschool and i wanna do this so 'samu can get /his/ shit t'gether, fuck off 'bout /my/ love life, and go date sunarin instead," atsumu says, all in one breath.

...what?

sakusa held up a palm to atsumu's face, "repeat that one more time,"

"uh... i want 'samu t'fuck-,"

"no, not that," sakusa clicks his tongue, "before that. the thing in highschool,"

atsumu flushes, looking away from him. he clears his throat, and smacks his lips together, "i had a crush on ya back in highschool,"

"huh... interesting," sakusa smirks, "so, you want me to be your fake boyfriend to make your brother realise that dating someone from highschool after /years/ is completely plausible and not weird,"

atsumu nods, "see! ya get it! so, will ya?"

sakusa hums, "if i say yes, what's in it for me?"

"i'll do whatever ya want me to for... a week,"

"two weeks,"

"ugh, fine. two weeks," atsumu accepts his negotiation, "omi-kun, if ye feel uncomfortable at any time... just lemme know, 'kay?"

"why? do you want to live out your highschool daydreams?" sakusa teases, and atsumu flips him off again.

he pouts, "'m just tryna be nice..."

they leave their training grounds together, as they always do, "i'll tell you if i'm uncomfortable,"

"great, thanks for answerin',"

"oh wow," atsumu's air is knocked out of his lungs when sakusa shows up at his doorstep a week later, all dressed up for the reunion, "y-ya look great,"

sakusa looks away, bashful, "i take it that i'm appropriately dressed?"

"perfect," atsumu invites him in, "i'll be done in a sec,"

sakusa hums, taking a seat on his couch, taking in his surroundings. his eyes catch sight of a certain picture frame that's propped up in front of his entertainment system.

and he's sent back in time.

"sakusa-kun?" he remembers the day like yesterday, "komori-kun?" a woman that heavily resembled atsumu had walked up to them.

"mama!" atsumu looked mortified, "naw, ma, let's go," and his kansai-ben was the strongest he'd ever heard.

komori beamed, "yes?"

"'tsumu talked a lot 'bout ya two on the phone, ye know? i wanted to meet who got 'im so intrigued at this camp. ah, right, i'm his mother~,"

atsumu had his face covered with the collar of his inarizaki jacket, "mama, please. 'm hungry, let's go,"

"stop interruptin' her, dumbass," he remembers osamu yelling from their car.

mama miya had requested for them to take a picture together. sakusa remembers komori giggling in atsumu's face on that day, shoving him in between him the both of them.

"i see," sakusa hummed to himself, looking at the picture that was now /framed/.

"omi!" atsumu shrieks, running for the picture frame in his hands, "naw, gimme that! it's precious!"

sakusa doesn't put up much of a fight, giving the picture frame back to him.

"you told your mother to help you get a picture with us- no, with /me/?" he teases.

atsumu pouts, looking away. he sets the picture frame back down after looking at it again, "shuddap. let's go,"

"hm," there's a smug smile on sakusa's face, "you look nice,"

sakusa doesn't miss the red that spreads up to his ears, "t-thanks," then he clears his throat, looks at sakusa, but he doesn't end up saying anything.

the drive there is quiet, which throws sakusa off a little. one look at the blonde, however, he can tell that he's nervous.

"people aren't usually this tense around their partners, /atsumu/," sakusa comments, looking out the window.

atsumu sighs, "sorry," and sakusa doesn't know why he's apologising until, "m'heart's beatin' real fast, my mouth can't keep up. i'm dyin' here, omi-kun,"

sakusa turns to him, "someone hasn't gotten over their crush,"

atsumu groans, "will ye shut up 'bout that? likin' ya is like- like- fuckin', askin' 'samu for a favor. i'd rather die in a ditch,"

sakusa fakes a pout, before smiling, "it's nice seeing you in agony,"

"what, are ya a sadist or somethin'?" atsumu clicks his tongue, "ugh, what am i doin' right now?!"

sakusa laughs. he sighs, fond, before he takes atsumu's hand that isn't on the steering wheel, intertwining their fingers, "it's okay," he softly says.

atsumu tightens fingers around his.

"important question," sakusa asks as they near the venue, "if they ask, how long have we been dating?"

atsumu hums, "hm... maybe, yer second year in college?"

"how?"

"...i stalked yer instagram and dropped ya a dm,"

sakusa turned to him, "specific. okay, where did we go on the first date?"

"uh," atsumu squints his eyes, trying to think, "i dunno, omi,"

"i'd say... lunch at my college after your official debut," sakusa nods his head, "what? i'm trying to think of lame things,"

"what? why's that lame!? seems like somethin' i'd do..." atsumu mumbles, revsersing the car. with one hand.

sakusa stares at the sight in front of him, before scoffing, "yes, that's exactly why it's lame. we're going on the basis that you asked mrs. miya for help-,"

"okay! i get it!" atsumu hides his face in his palms, "yer killin' me,"

sakusa unbuckles his belt, "do we kiss?"

"huh? what? when? now?" atsumu's expressions are comical.

"do you want to?" sakusa teases, "i meant what was our first kiss like, my dear boy,"

atsumu gapes, opening and closing his mouth, unable to say anything. he huffs, turning away and killing the engine, "up to ya," and then he leaves.

sakusa smiles, "cute,"

he catches up to atsumu soon enough, and atsumu's looking at him, a smile on his face.

"omi-kun, 'bout livin' out m'highschool daydreams," he says, "think i a'ready am,"

sakusa hums, taking his hands into his, "yeah? knock yourself out then... babe,"

and everything goes as sakusa expected. atsumu making a grand entrance, his brother is the most shocked to see him there, followed by suna.

"didn't think ya could do it," osamu comments when the twins get some alone time, "do ya think i should shoot m'shot with... rin?"

"definitely," sakusa ends up answering him, and osamu seems to accept the answer just fine.

"d'ya wanna get the food?" atsumu asks, and sakusa just follows behind him.

it goes well. so well that atsumu whispers something in his twin's ear when sakusa goes to use the bathroom.

when sakusa comes back, he's confused, looking around like a lost cat.

"'tsumu's at the rooftop," osamu answers his question that has yet to leave his mouth.

"thank you," and sakusa makes his way up to the rooftop.

there's a soft tune that's playing, and recognises the song. he smiles under his mask, what a surprise; atsumu listens to taylor swift.

𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘰, 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶... 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

oh.

sakusa stands at the spiral staircase, looking at atsumu's figure.

he's sitting on floor, hugging his legs to his chest, resting his head on his knees as he looks up to the stars.

𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘦𝘺, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰. 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸.

sakusa takes a deep breath, stepping out fully onto the rooftop, "hey,"

atsumu scrambles around, stopping the music from his phone, and keeping his face covered.

"mind if i join you?" and atsumu shook his head, patting the empty space beside him.

"it worked," atsumu speaks after a while, "time for me t'fulfil yer end of the deal,"

sakusa laughs, a small airy thing, "getting rid of me so quickly?"

atsumu huffed, "just tellin' ya,"

"i'll think about it," sakusa says, before wrapping his arm around atsumu's shoulders.

"omi?"

"the sky's pretty tonight,"

atsumu looks at him, swallowing the lump in his throat. he slowly lays his head down on sakusa's shoulder, "mhm,"

a week later, sakusa still hasn't asked for anything to fulfill the other end of their deal.

"atsumu!" meian calls out from his living room, "d'you have rice?"

"yes cap'n! comin',"

atsumu brings the food out, along with more drinks.

sakusa helps him, to his surprise.

it gets wild as the night progresses, and something unexpected happens.

atsumu doesn't know what happened but he shrieks. it's too late, though. the picture frame falls to the ground.

"no, no," atsumu scrambles with the glass on the ground, "get away, 's sharp, b'careful," the words slip out his mouth before his brain thinks of it, reflexes from osamu's accidents when they were younger.

tears are prickling his eyes, but he keeps them in.

"where's your broom and dustpan-," bokuto's words fall on deaf ears, and everyone is in shock when atsumu collects the pieces of glass, whatever is left of the picture and its frame, into his palms, and stands up, cradling it like a baby.

atsumu excuses himself to his room, head ducked into his chest. sakusa stands up, goes to his kitchen and grabs his first aid kit.

"i'll go check on him," and it made sense because he was the only sober one at the moment.

he knocks on the door of atsumu's bedroom, "can i come in?"

"yeah," and his voice is shaky, "close the door, please,"

the spiker shuts the door behind him, "let me see your hands,"

atsumu shook his head, "i'll lose 'em if i put 'em down,"

"there's glass shards in your palms,"

atsumu sniffles, "it broke, 'mi,"

"what broke?" sakusa keeps his voice soft.

"the picture," atsumu whispers, before he uncurled his fingers, showing pieces of coloured glass that resembled the colours of the highschool volleyball team.

sakusa stares at him, and then the broken shards. he grabs the extra chair, sitting down beside him.

"give me your hand," he opens the first aid kit, "both of them,"

this time, atsumu gives him his hand without saying anything.

as sakusa works every last piece of glass out of his hand, atsumu grows more and more devastated.

"i know what i want now," sakusa speaks as he cleans the wounds, wrapping it up.

atsumu sniffled, "what?"

"the deal,"

"right, what's it?"

sakusa holds his hands, "go on a date with me,"

"not funny, omi. i just had the picture i begged my ma t'help me get 'cause i was a loser shatter into a million, irreparable, pieces," atsumu frowns, eyes glimmering with unshed tears.

sakusa shook his head, "i'm not joking," he wipes away a stray tear on atsumu's cheek, "i'm asking you on a date... a very long overdue one,"

atsumu's lips quiver, "with me?" and sakusa smiles, nodding.

"why?" atsumu looks towards whatever's left of the shattered picture, before looking back at sakusa.

sakusa hums, bringing his other hand up to cup atsumu's cheeks, his thumbs rubbing soothingly under his eyes, "easy. i wouldn't want anyone else,"

atsumu smiles, "ya talk like yer the one with the seven year crush,"

"five years, but details, details," he smiles, "don't look at me like that. everyone could see it but you, dummy,"

"hey!" atsumu shoves him on the shoulder playfully, "god, i like ya so much, idiot. i wouldn't want anyone else either, 'course i'll go on a date with ya,"

"me too,"

bonus:

"why are ya wearing yer highschool jacket? we're on a date!" atsumu asks, hushed and confused.

sakusa smiles, pulling out his inarizaki jacket from his bag, "put it on,"

"what's up with ya?" but he puts it on anyway.

sakusa pulls him into a photobooth.

atsumu has to hold back his tears as they took the pictures, posing like actual teenagers on their first date.

"there," sakusa smiles, proud, "aren't these much better than the one mama took for you? and komori isn't in these too, so much better,"

atsumu kisses him on the cheek, "thank ya, omi,"

"anything for you, always,"

until, "wait, did ya call my mother 'mama'?"

and sakusa is blushing their entire date everytime atsumu calls him "miya kiyoomi!" every time he gets too far from him.

// and my saga of not being able to choose between using 'sakusa' and 'kiyoomi' in my works continue 🫣 i think this was my longest entry for sktsweek 😭 was this self-indulgent...? EYE.... maybe, maybe LOL... SIGHS i want a kiyoomi so bad 🥹

// I THINK I ALSO FORGOT TO TAG MILD ANGST AND INJURY OH MY GORDD I'M SORRY 😭😭