Sakusa watched the time on his phone without blinking. A minute had never felt longer. He peeked over to the bed where his boyfriend, Atsumu, was sound asleep.
Just one minute left to midnight and the drop of the limited edition national
volleyball players merchandise. Sakusa turned back to stare at his phone and suddenly it showed 00:00.
Everything was ready, all Sakusa had to do was add every ‘Miya Atsumu’ item to the cart and checkout.
“What the-“ the first two items posed no problems, but then it seemed
the third item - a full body acrylic stand - wasn’t added to the cart.
When he tried going back to the page, he was met with a ‘something went wrong’ message instead.
Panic spread through his body. Not thinking clearly he picked up the phone and called Oikawa.
“This is all
your fault,” he yelled in a whisper.
“Shut up, you and your abundance of merch to choose from,” Oikawa shouted back. “I only have the /one/ stand, it’s not fair.”
“That stand is why nothing is working,” Saksua shot back through gritted teeth.
“If you and the rest of the world
would just stop lusting after my Iwa-chan-“
“I do no such thing!” Athletic trainer Iwaizumi was no doubt attractive, and many wanted him for themselves, but Saksua only wanted his Atsumu.
“Then why is the website crashing every time I try to buy?!” Oikawa fired back.
“Don’t
you dare insinuate- what just happened?!”
“I almost had it!” Oikawa slammed his fist on the desk so fiercely, even Sakusa could hear it.
“My cart is empty again, the page is taking forever to load and then all I get is a stupid drawing telling me to try again later.” By the end
of the sentence, the volume of Sakusa’s voice would wake up any normal person.
But Atsumu was still asleep and showing no signs of waking up.
Frustrated he might lose out on the merchandise, Sakusa vented on Oikawa. “I hope your stand sells out before you can get it.”
“I hope
Atsu switches one of the Miya stands with a Sakusa stand.”
“Hajime,” Sakusa said and leaned back in his chair for the storm about to hit him.
“WHERE DO YOU FIND THE NERVE
TO CA-“ The storm ended a lot sooner than Sakusa had expected. After a moment he heard a soft ‘Hajime’ followed by a ‘I told you not to worry about it’ on the other end.
The sound of Oikawa’s voice changed from pure rage to pure happiness. “Guess what I’m looking at, Sakusa.”
There was no time for Sakusa to respond as Oikawa immediately added, “athletic trainer Iwaizumi Hajime limited edition full body acrylic stand, that’s what.”
“Why is the page working for you?!”
“Not on the website, in front of my eyes. The actual stand. My sweet, caring,
loving, bestest boyfriend arranged to get one for me,” Oikawa mocked Sakusa. “I’m off to bed now.” And with that, Oikawa hung up and left Saksua alone.
An hour after the release and Sakusa still hadn’t been able to buy anything.
“Babe,” a half-asleep Atsumu calls from the bed.
“What are ya doin’?”
Sakusa cannot admit he failed getting the items, so he began coming up with some other excuse, but when he turned to face his boyfriend, he was once again asleep.
Then, an email ticked in and Sakusa shouted a resounding ‘YESSS’ which jolted Atsumu awake and
sitting up in bed.
“i’m up, where am I, what happened, I’m here,” Atsumu rambled in confusion.
/Shit./
“Shhh…sorry baby, I was just excited to go to bed and sleep next to you,” Sakusa explained as he closed his laptop and got into bed. He gently patted his head and laid him
down again, wrapping his arms around him and pulling the covers over them.
Sakusa squeezed Atsumu tightly from the joy he felt at securing the coveted limited edition items. As he closed his eyes, smile still beaming, he heard Atsumu mumble something.
“What was that, baby?”
“Call Tooru in the morning and apologize.”
“First thing,” Sakusa sighed and fell asleep next to Atsumu.
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#sakuatsu | college prof x student pt. 5 | NSFW | a talk after class
Atsumu, who had learned from his past mistakes, quickened his pace while Osamu, who wanted to avoid another hotel-situation and therefore listened to his brother in regards to his outfit, slowed down.
For once, they seamlessly switched places and it was now Atsumu that trailed behind Sakusa.
He purposely bumped into Sakusa’s back as they stopped in front of his office.
“Miya-“
“Yes, professor Sakusa,” Atsumu interrupted.
“Just get inside,” Sakusa ordered.
Atsumu
affectionately tapped the professor behind. “I’d love to.”
He leapt over the threshold so as to not get shut out by an angry Sakusa. But Sakusa’s reaction was a flushed face and avoiding eye contact from embarrassment.
Sakusa kept his eyes on the floor, walked over to the
#sakuatsu#mdzs | past life regrets prompt Sakusa to action
Sakusa was not amused.
When Atsumu had suggested to talk with someone, who could see their past lives, Sakusa had smiled because he heard Atsumu say, “it’ll be fun,” but he hadn’t actually been listening.
Atsumu however, had taken that smile as a yes.
His crush on Atsumu had backfired, as he enjoyed listening to his voice, although he could never focus on the words spoken, making it easy to agree to things he didn’t necessarily want to agree to.
And so here he was, getting the
detailed rundown of who they used to be, with Atsumu eagerly eating up every syllable.
“There’s flames. Big flames!”
Atsumu gasped loudly.
“And eyes dyed red from blood.” The woman’s face was in close proximity of Atsumu’s. “I bet that’s not your real hair color.”
There they were, in some hideaway hall in the crowded gym, just the two of them. Sneakers running on the floor and loud calls all around them, and yet the only thing Atsumu could hear was his heart beating.
“What did ya wanna talk about?”
The guy he’d
been crushing on for the past 3 years was standing so close to him that their hands kept brushing by accident.
Atsumu kept looking everywhere, everywhere except at Kiyoomi. He knew his voice would crack, his composure would fall apart and his secret wouldn’t be a secret anymore
if he looked into Kiyoomi’s eyes.
“Y-Ya wanted to talk, no?”
“Mm.”
“So…um” Atsumu turned his head towards the sea of people, one cheek felt cool against the wall while the other was burning up. The warm air from Kiyoomi’s breathing was disappearing the closer he was getting.
Sakusa thought he would be done with stupid icebreaker games when he joined msby. They were professional athletes, not students, so why were they playing this ridiculous game of telling 3 things about yourself, where 1 needs to be a lie, after+
practice.
The confessions and lies were only skin-deep, with favorite foods and movies, with where they went to high school or college, with their volleyball history and so on.
All eyes were now on Sakusa, waiting eagerly for whatever information he was going to share that+
they could discuss, and then make an educated guess on what the lie was.
Sakusa sighed before pointing at one of them “I hate you,” then he pointed at the next one, “and I hate you,” the last one he pointed at was Atsumu, “and I hate you.”