Dancing Around *sakuatsu*

Easier

Chapter Summary

Atsumu isn't taking the broken heart well, and Sakusa has to babysit him, and try to call him out.

Sunday is the only day Sakusa could relax, strolling through his apartment in his underwear, in a sweater bigger than himself, having a cup of coffee on the terrace, admiring the city, feeling the wind stirring his curls, and little drops of water in the air splash his face, gray and calm days like these made him wish never to get out of bed.

On that particular day, he had woken up especially too early, it was shortly before 4 a.m., he had barely had a few hours of sleep, but he is feeling rested, with all his senses in order, as he emerged from the tangle of blankets where he was lying down, he could hear a small drizzle knocking against his balcony and the doors leading to it, it was still very dark, as if it still were midnight.

Very reluctantly, he got up and decided to do something productive, starting to clean his apartment, as usual, taking the friendly side of the situation; if he finished on time he might perhaps have time to watch one of the many series and movies that Atsumu had recommended and forced him to swear that he would see, or at least that was the plan until 4:30 a.m. when his cellphone started ringing.

Miya

He frowned, Atsumu awake at those hours? He picked up hoping that he would greet him on the other side first, but he only heard a heavy breath, leaving him paralyzed, what does that mean? That sound was sustained for a few more seconds until the call was cut off, followed by a call from Akaashi.

"Akaashi?" he asked, confused when answering the phone.

"Sakusa, I’m relieved that you answered, Bokuto just called me, apparently he and Miya went out partying and Atsumu got into a fight, it didn't happen much but now he can't find him anywhere" he could hear how Akaashi took, what he supposed for the sound of it, his keys. "Kou is calling the rest of the team to help him, but ..."

"I'll be right away" he interrupted, cutting the call without caring what else the other wanted to say, just sending him a message asking for the address, he left quickly, perhaps too much that he forgot his mask, having a small anxiety attack halfway when he realized, trying not to turn around and go for it, prioritizing Atsumu.

"Omi!" He heard, was it his imagination, or had he heard Miya's voice? He turn to the sides and nothing "Omi, what are you doing here without your mask?" the words were dragged with a strong accent, it had to be Atsumu. "Behind you, OmiOmi" Kiyoomi turned to see, that effectively it was the blonde who called him, also he realized that even from where he was standing he could feel the smell of alcohol, and see the disaster his teammate was, with wild hair and a flushed face, not mentioning the messy clothes and a few marks on the neck.

"Don't ever disappear like that again, you worried us" he scolded the other, walking towards him, Atsumu staggered into place looking at him with narrowed eyes and a challenging smile.

""Us"? It sounds singular rather than plural, Omi” he approached as best he could, staying within little distance of the tallest, making his heart rate go wild.

"Whatever," he muttered blushing, looking away. "It's late, come on, I'll take you back to your apartment," he grabbed him by the arm, pulling him toward him.

"You're unmasked," Atsumu murmured, making Sakusa shiver, he could feel his dragged words and alcohol-scented breath hitting his neck, causing him chills. "You know, Omi? You're prettier than I thought” that comment caught him off guard, making him almost drop the setter.

"Shut up, you're drunk"

"They say drunkards and children tell the truth," he purred, accommodating his cheek on the taller man's shoulder.

"Not you" He murmured, feeling the face warm. "Do me a favor and cooperate so I can take you to your house"

"Better take me to yours" he accommodated his face better to be able to see him, Kiyoomi could feel that honey-colored look burning his skin. "I don't want to be alone, please, Omi" his tone of voice was low and pleading, adorned with something that he could distinguish as sadness.

He let out a heavy sigh, it was useless, he didn't care. "It's okay…"

Sakusa called a taxi, at that time it was the only way to get at least in one room to his home, although he could say that he was already in it... The warmth that Atsumu emanated against him made him feel so at home, as if he belonged there, with the blonde's arms attached to him, and his face inches from the pale skin of his neck.

"Sakusa Kiyoomi, you have a very nice name," Atsumu muttered, barely understandable, barely rubbing his icy nose against Kiyoomi's neck.

"Thank you"

"You have a pretty masculine face, although it looks like porcelain, do you ever go out in the sun?"

"Atsumu ..." he spluttered trying to sound severe, although the reality was different, it didn't bother him to have the boy of his dreams praising him, he just couldn't bear as much flattery as machinegun bullets.

"Omi" he said in a mockery of the tone used by the tallest.

When the car arrived, Sakusa had to literally drag the blonde inside, and once inside, oh holy God, everything got worse, Atsumu became a tick with him, staying glued to him in a thousand possible ways, because if he tried to remove him, he pouted over it and began to whine.

The road was an odyssey for the poor Sakusa, the scent of the other combined with the strong essence of alcohol came to him like a blow to the face, it was strong, warm and enchanting, adding that Atsumu was on him, hugging him, muttering meaningless things and being damn adorable… His sanity was in danger.

Once at home, he had to carry Atsumu since he got knocked out on his shoulder. For a moment he contemplated the idea of leaving him on the couch, but the idea did not fit very well inside of him, making him feel guilty, so he carried him to his room, laying him on the soft and neat sheets, getting the blond under them, carefully and meticulously making sure that the blond was comfortable. Once he made sure everything was perfect, he prepared to go out of there and sleep on the sofa, but a hand took him from the sleeve of his sweatshirt, making him stop.

"You should sleep here, not me" he heard Atsumu stammer in a ragged voice. "Sleep with me" asked him even half asleep, would it be alright if he decided to sleep next to him? The thought of that, made him feel like his skin burned and itched, still, he got under the sheets next to the blonde.

Everything is fine, just ignore that the love of your life is by your side, it will be easy.

"Good night," he murmurs, even though he knows that Atsumu is probably already in Morpheus' arms. He turns around, turning his back on the other, hoping that his brain will forget that he is sharing a bed with Miya Atsumu, and it was working until he felt some arms around him, and how one leg was thrown over him, his mind panicked and he wasn’t able to sleep until he fainted from exhaustion, when the sun was almost up.

The next morning, the sun was hitting his eyes directly, creating a sensation of heat despite the notorious grayscale in the sky, the light was very strong and unable to bear the light anymore, Sakusa slowly opened his eyes, remembering everything almost suddenly, turning to his side quickly, Atsumu was not there, oh no.

Would he be gone? He sure misunderstood everything, didn't he? God, what would Atsumu think of him now? What if he doesn't direct the word to him again?

"OmiOmi, you're already awake!!" he looked up from the floor, at what point did he got to the kitchen? Why was Atsumu in his kitchen? "I hope you don't mind if I borrow your kitchen, I ..." A slight blush covered Miya's tanned skin, cute, he thought "I caused you a lot of problems yesterday/today, so, I felt that the least I should do is breakfast, thanks for taking care of me ” he smiled shyly, Sakusa just nodded, waiting for some rant from the other for being so simple, but it didn't come.

Was he still dreaming? He took a seat in front of where the blonde was cooking. Atsumu, on the other hand, noticed the gaze of the taller one stuck to him because after a while he spoke:

"People usually think that because ‘Samu has a restaurant he is the one who cooks and I don't know how to do it" a small nervous smile appeared on his lips.

"Miya-"

"Atsumu" the blond corrected him.

"Atsumu" cleared, rolling his eyes, "I think we need to talk" he said as the blonde placed two plates on the table, sitting in the chair opposite to Sakusa. "About yesterday, I know you went out to drink because of Hinata, and I know it’s your life, but ... As much as it hurts, Atsumu, Hinata does not love you, and you should accept that, get over it and follow your life" and you should follow your advice "Shredding your life by doing these things, depressing you and ... putting you at risk won't magically make him lov-"

"Enough, Sakusa" Atsumu cut him off, looking hurt, Kiyoomi passed salice with difficulties. "You don't understand, don't try to do it"

"I do understand, Miya, but it is the best for you"

"What do you know about it? About feelings? It’s not as if you could fall in love with someone, you hate people" he said in a mocking and ironic tone, Kiyoomi only tensed his jaw "the single idea is impossible to project, so do not try to understand feelings that ... You have never had for anyone” Atsumu bites, with acidity and poison, causing Sakusa's stomach to flip.

"And what do you know about love if you are in love with someone who is getting married, with someone else?" He tried to counterattack, hoping that his voice would not break. Atsumu looked away, annoyed, he could see how his jaw tightened and how suddenly he stopped, pointing his index finger at him.

"At least I can have feelings for someone." His lip trembled, and Sakusa couldn't tell if it was helplessness or sadness.

"Just because I don't show it doesn't mean I don't feel it," he replied, slowly getting up, going around the table until he reached the blonde, "I feel more than you know, Miya, so stop assuming I don't know what you're going through"

"I don't believe you" he took a step closer to Kiyoomi "You only say this because you want to be right"

"I have been in love with someone for a long time, Miya" he said with doubt as to whether he should take the next step, he salivated with difficulty, Atsumu was close to him, perhaps too close for his liking. "But that person loves someone else" he felt like it was difficult to breathe, like his lungs were imprisoned by a strong grip while his eyes couldn’t detach from the beautiful and bright eyes of the blonde.

"Omi ..." on the other hand, Atsumu felt his lightheaded, and completely hypnotized by his teammate, asking himself on his insides, what was happening.

"As you, that person has no idea how I feel, and already has someone to love."

Atsumu did nothing more, just turned his gaze down. "Omi, I'm sorry, I feel so dumb for saying-"

"It’s okay, you had no idea," he interrupted, bringing a hand to the blonde's cheek, raising his gaze, remaining silent, looking at himself intensely, feeling that they couldn't get enough of each other, for Sakusa the feeling was not new, he knew well what was happening to him, all the times he watched Atsumu smile when scoring a point, the times Atsumu stayed in silent thinking letting him drink from his looks, the times he felt overwhelmed by the attractiveness of the other. For Atsumu the strange feeling was new, a feeling that he had let go for weeks, ignoring it and telling himself that it was only because he had never been so close to the curly one, a feeling that now pushed him towards the edge of a precipice, flooding his mind with the slight desire to be the person Sakusa wants, and feeling a pang before his conscience repeating, stop dreaming.

Atsumu took another step, wondering what he was doing, and Sakusa felt the air getting trapped in his midway. The blonde's hands began to move, in his direction, like his own body, moving closer to each other, slowly feeling the need to close the space between them.

Both their hearts were pounding, and Sakusa, immovable on the outside, but the inside, he felt as if he was going to faint, Atsumu was going to kiss him? Is this happening? Few inches left between them, feeling a confidence boost, he went to try and close the missing gap between them.

Knock Knock knock The damn door.

Both came out of their hypnosis, abruptly walking away, Atsumu completely red-faced, but Sakusa was not far behind, a slight but noticeable blush covered him from ear to ear, and both, Sakusa and Atsumu, looking scared.

Knock Knock Knock The damn door again.

Sakusa broke eye contact and decided to go see whoever it was that occurred to interrupt his, maybe, kiss, with Atsumu.

"Omi-san!" His gaze went straight down, seeing Hinata smiling more than normal.

"Sakusa." he heard a more serious greeting, it was Kageyama, his mind clicked, then he heard footsteps approaching him from behind. Miya. damn it, no.

"Omi, who-"

"Tsumu! What a coincidence that you’re here!” Hinata exclaimed, Sakusa turned to see Atsumu worried, his expression was not good at all, but the blonde was not so idiotic, he immediately changed it so he doesn’t raise suspicions, placing a pretty and gross fake smile on his face.

"Shouyo? Tobio? What brings you here?” he replied holding the edge of Sakusa's shirt discreetly, he wasn’t okay.

"I should ask that, Miya." The curly one burst.

"We are here to deliver the wedding invitation to Sakusa." The Adlers setter replied in a monotonous tone, without taking his defiant eyes off the blonde.

"But taking advantage of the fact that Atsumu is here ..." he registered the cute bag where they had the invitations and took out another one, with the name of Atsumu written on it with a brilliant golden color, totally different from Sakusa’s, in which his name was written by a metallic silver color. "I hope both of you can come, I'm dying of excitement for you to meet Pedro." Atsumu turned to see the card, oh, in Brazil… When he looked up he met Sakusa's dark eyes and he could read on them I'm here.

For some reason, it felt good, like everything was fine, and it didn't hurt to see how Kageyama and Hinata walked away, hugged and all lovey dovey around each other.