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#sakuatsu where sakusa is standing across the room looking at ushijima while atsumu stands at the opposite end looking at suna. Plot twist - they're looking at the people they presume each other likes without knowing they both like each other mutually.
Atsumu steps outside +
Atsumu steps outside +
and leans against his car, Sakusa trailing behind.
"I can't do this," Sakusa says and Atsumu laughs softly, agreeing with his teammate.
"You wanna get out of here?"
There's a brief moment of silence between acceptance and denial but when it comes to Miya Atsumu, who is +
"I can't do this," Sakusa says and Atsumu laughs softly, agreeing with his teammate.
"You wanna get out of here?"
There's a brief moment of silence between acceptance and denial but when it comes to Miya Atsumu, who is +
Sakusa to say no?
There's the turn of a key, low hum of an engine and there's two boys sitting close enough to touch but so close yet so far.
The dim hue from the streetlights falls on Sakusa's face and illuminates his sharp profile, unruly curls and two moles. But beyond +
There's the turn of a key, low hum of an engine and there's two boys sitting close enough to touch but so close yet so far.
The dim hue from the streetlights falls on Sakusa's face and illuminates his sharp profile, unruly curls and two moles. But beyond +
that, Atsumu notices the slightly downward turn of his lips, the faint trace of a scar under his jaw.
The road ahead is long but not as long as Atsumu wants it to be for all he wants is to reach out and embrace a ghost but hauntings leave you broken and shattering is not an +
The road ahead is long but not as long as Atsumu wants it to be for all he wants is to reach out and embrace a ghost but hauntings leave you broken and shattering is not an +
option for a setter who cradles things in the palm of his hand like he would hold a fragile heart instead of setting a volleyball.
Sakusa reaches out once and Atsumu stiffens in his seat, wondering if he would touch him. But all he receives is a graze as Sakusa turns the knob +
Sakusa reaches out once and Atsumu stiffens in his seat, wondering if he would touch him. But all he receives is a graze as Sakusa turns the knob +
of the radio.
There's music accompanying the deafening silence now but two minutes later Atsumu reaches out and shuts off the radio.
Sakusa doesn't talk, and Atsumu sighs. "You do know we have to talk sooner or later?"
Sakusa shakes his head, that stubborn nature setting in.
There's music accompanying the deafening silence now but two minutes later Atsumu reaches out and shuts off the radio.
Sakusa doesn't talk, and Atsumu sighs. "You do know we have to talk sooner or later?"
Sakusa shakes his head, that stubborn nature setting in.
Midnight descends upon them and Atsumu knows that many things are coming to an end, not including the road ahead.
"Why are we looking at each other like we're strangers?"
Sakusa's question is not one Atsumu knows how to answer and for someone who has always had answers, this +
"Why are we looking at each other like we're strangers?"
Sakusa's question is not one Atsumu knows how to answer and for someone who has always had answers, this +
is throwing him off-balance and for once, the ball is not in his court.
"Who said we weren't."
"Because we aren't," Sakusa snaps sharply. "Did you suddenly forget everything on your end when you started looking at Rintarou the way I look at you?"
A pause. "I know you don't +
"Who said we weren't."
"Because we aren't," Sakusa snaps sharply. "Did you suddenly forget everything on your end when you started looking at Rintarou the way I look at you?"
A pause. "I know you don't +
need memories but this one, this one I'm.begging you to hold onto."
Atsumu's knuckles turn ivory as his grip on the steering wheel tightens. "You can't tell me that without me bringing up the way you look at Wakatoshi too. The way your eyes shine when you look at him +
Atsumu's knuckles turn ivory as his grip on the steering wheel tightens. "You can't tell me that without me bringing up the way you look at Wakatoshi too. The way your eyes shine when you look at him +
golden boy of everything who the fuck am I to keep up with him?"
"You're golden too -"
"No, Omi-kun. Standing next to him and now sitting next to you, no, I'm really not."
Agony is such a painful thing; more so when you refuse to acknowledge the misery.
"I wasn't looking at +
"You're golden too -"
"No, Omi-kun. Standing next to him and now sitting next to you, no, I'm really not."
Agony is such a painful thing; more so when you refuse to acknowledge the misery.
"I wasn't looking at +
Rin," Atsumu starts. "He isn't mine to look at, never will be, much like you."
Sakusa stiffens in his seat, turning to look at Atsumu. This boy whom he thought was a young god is falling apart and his mortality is showing. Suddenly they're on the same playing field for two. +
Sakusa stiffens in his seat, turning to look at Atsumu. This boy whom he thought was a young god is falling apart and his mortality is showing. Suddenly they're on the same playing field for two. +
"Wakatoshi-"
"Has always been yours to look at," Atsumu finishes. "Since high school, since you were inspired by him, since you talked to him. It's fine, we both built homes out of people we can't have."
Sakusa wanta to argue, but there's also a certain degree of truth in +
"Has always been yours to look at," Atsumu finishes. "Since high school, since you were inspired by him, since you talked to him. It's fine, we both built homes out of people we can't have."
Sakusa wanta to argue, but there's also a certain degree of truth in +
Wait tbc lmao give me 10
Atsumu's words.
"I never said I was looking for a home in Wakatoshi."
"And I never said I made one out of Rin."
"Then why the fuck are we back where we started?'
"Because maybe the day you walked away from me I thought you'd never leave." +
"I never said I was looking for a home in Wakatoshi."
"And I never said I made one out of Rin."
"Then why the fuck are we back where we started?'
"Because maybe the day you walked away from me I thought you'd never leave." +
Sakusa remembers everything painfully. It spills through the crevices of his grey matter and escapes through his hands like sand in an hourglass.
All the looks, all the subtle touches, all the shared whispers. Atsumu was right, Sakusa /had/ been the one to give up and now he +
All the looks, all the subtle touches, all the shared whispers. Atsumu was right, Sakusa /had/ been the one to give up and now he +
wishes he hadn't.
He looks at Atsumu whose gaze is fixated on the road ahead and laughs.
"Can we go back to what we were?"
"I don't even know what we were before, Omi-kun. Friends? Lovers? In-between?"
So many routes to head back, so many missed exits. So many lost chances.
He looks at Atsumu whose gaze is fixated on the road ahead and laughs.
"Can we go back to what we were?"
"I don't even know what we were before, Omi-kun. Friends? Lovers? In-between?"
So many routes to head back, so many missed exits. So many lost chances.
Sakusa remembers the way he watched Atsumu the first day in that gym.
Atsumu remembers the way he noticed Sakusa walking down the hallway to the court.
"Would it really kill you if we kiss?'
"Maybe it would."
"We should be heading back."
"Yeah, back to a home where +
Atsumu remembers the way he noticed Sakusa walking down the hallway to the court.
"Would it really kill you if we kiss?'
"Maybe it would."
"We should be heading back."
"Yeah, back to a home where +
neither of us belong."
Sakusa has always been beautiful, and the last thing Atsumu wants to do is break his heart. But the way he's staring out the window and the way the wind flows through his hair, Atsumu knows he lost him a long time ago.
The radio turns on once more. +
Sakusa has always been beautiful, and the last thing Atsumu wants to do is break his heart. But the way he's staring out the window and the way the wind flows through his hair, Atsumu knows he lost him a long time ago.
The radio turns on once more. +
Atsumu reaches across the seat to take Sakusa's hand in his. Sakusa doesn't pull away.
Cars pass and life does too. Feelings rot away like moonrust under a tongue not accustomed to speaking foreign emotions.
Atsumu doesn't try for more, and Sakusa won't settle for less. +
Cars pass and life does too. Feelings rot away like moonrust under a tongue not accustomed to speaking foreign emotions.
Atsumu doesn't try for more, and Sakusa won't settle for less. +
So they meet in the middle in the way Atsumu raises Sakusa's hand to press kisses to bruised knuckles. Sakusa meets him in the gap he closed by leaning over to kiss his cheek.
"Is this as far as we're gonna get?"
"Maybe."
"Is it enough for you?"
"Never, keep driving."
"Is this as far as we're gonna get?"
"Maybe."
"Is it enough for you?"
"Never, keep driving."
Oh btw this was based off a true experience of mine too which I won't dig up. But I can tell you when you're sitting next to a boy whom you've loved for three years, all you feel is defeat when you see how he looks like under the streetlights and realise he will never be yours.
