Thread by @miya_mang

#atsukita | reincarnation

Atsumu clutching his lord's dying body, ignoring the clashes of steel and stench of blood around him. His watery eyes locked with Kita's slowly fading ones.

"No, no, you can't-"

Kita merely smiles. A shaky hand slowly reached out to lay on top of Atsumu's.

"Perhaps... We would meet in another life," his breathing is laboured as he spoke. Atsumu shakes his head.

"No. No, my lord you're coming home with us-"

"Atsumu." Kita stops him. His golden eyes seem to fade as the seconds tick by. "Take... care..."

The hand slumps on his, and Atsumu felt a guttural scream rising from his chest.

xx

"Alright. First years, introduce yourselves!"

Atsumu waits his turn and introduced his name and class. This was his first, proper volleyball training. He's excited, and he could feel Osamu's excitement radiating off of him as well.

They were split into groups, and when he looked up to

see his group members, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of a boy.

Grey hair with ink-dipped tips. Large, honest golden eyes that blink back at him almost quizzically.

"Are you okay?"

Even is voice sounds familiar. It pulls an ache from Atsumu's chest.

He felt himself nodding. The boy introduced himself as Kita Shinsuke, a second year.

Kita Shinsuke. For the entirety practice, the name kept swirling around in his mind. He watches him, observes his mannerisms. The way his eyes hardened in focus

as he digs a ball. The way the edges of his lips pulls upwards slightly at a point scored. The way he disciplines and teaches the juniours around him, stern but kind.

Atsumu was so distracted that he didn't see the ball hurling straight at him.

The only warning he had was someone shouting his name, and a sharp pain on the side of his head with a force that knocked him to the ground.

"Atsumu?"

A hand gently pushed away strands of golden hair away from his face. Atsumu groans and opens his eyes. He was met with Kita's concerned yet amused expression.

"My lord?"

My lord?

"You hit yourself quite hard," the man above him chuckled. "This is

why you should pay more attention to your surroundings."

He was still Kita Shinsuke, but this one has long hair that was tied neatly in a topknot. There were strands of hair already slipping through, as if he was just done exerting himself.

Atsumu's eyes widened when he

realized he was lying down, head pillowed on his lord's lap.

"My lord!" He scrambles to get up, but a sudden stinging pain on the left side of his head had him staggering.

Atsumu still rolled off in his efforts, curling into himself as he cringes in pain.

"Oh my, Atsumu," he hears Kita tutting. He felt hands gently pulling him back to lie on his lap.

"M-My lord, please do not concern yourself over me-"

"I couldn't bring myself not to," Kita says with a smile. A hand gently pressed on the place where it stung. Atsumu

grunts, body tensing. Kita gently massages the surrounding sore area, and slowly Atsumu relaxes.

"My lord, I'm sweaty and dirty. You shouldn't touch me." He murmurs.

"... But I want to." Kita says. "You should take care of yourself more, Atsumu."

Atsumu kept quiet, letting his lord treat him. Being in his embrace, he felt a calm wash over him, an easiness that made his head drift and his eyelids heavy.

"Atsumu..."

A distant voice called him.

"Atsumu." It sounds familiar. Atsumu tried to reach out for it.

"Atsumu." It was his lord's voice! Atsumu must hurry.

He reaches out blindly in the darkz trying to find him.

"Atsumu!"

Atsumu opened his eyes as he gasped for air. His vision cleared to reveal the high ceilings of the school gym,

the pendaflour lights and at the edge of his view, tufts of grey hair.

"Atsumu, are you alright?"

His voice was the same but younger and lighter, free from the burdens of a heir heaved down from war and responsibilities.

Atsumu turns his head and was met with

Kita's concerned face.

"Atsumu-"

"I'm... I'm okay," he croaks. He tries sitting up, and a hand gently guides him so. On his other side was Osamu, silent but surely ready to prattle on about how he passed out from just a volleyball to the head.

"You sure?"

Atsumu managed a

smile and nod, looking over to Kita who sat on his haunches, hands curled on his lap as he worriedly waits for his reply.

"I'm fine... Kita-san." His smile widens. "Thank you."

/End

No, this wasnt going anywhere, really. It was just plaguing my mind i need to write it out