Dancing Around *sakuatsu*

Not In The Same Way

Chapter Summary

Sakusa realized how lucky Hinata is, and how f****d he himself is.

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It became a routine, Sakusa accompanied Atsumu to his house, they talked for a while and then he went to his house to become a complete disaster, sometimes he cried, sometimes he was excited, but he always returned to earth, remembering that he shouldn’t be getting so excited because the blonde had winked at him, or had flirtatiously replied, he was like that, he shouldn't be getting excited about it.

That day it was freezing again, with the gray sky, and something told Sakusa that something was wrong, Atsumu did not appear when he normally arrived shortly after him, this feeling…

"Hey, Omi-Kun" there he was, with a glowing smile, and suspicious red and slightly puffy eyes, Sakusa narrowed his eyes and brought a hand to the blonde's cheek, pinching it momentarily with strength. "Ouch, what the hell?"

"You've been crying, I'm not stupid, Miya" pointed his own eyes making Atsumu take out his cellphone so he could see his face, cursing under his breath.

"Really, you don’t miss anything, eh, OmiOmi," he murmured, smiling sideways, softly, and with a unique sparkle in his eyes, making them look bigger and brighter, his gaze delicately perched on the tallest one, stealing his breath, ah… what Sakusa would give to be able to possess that boy's feelings.

"Miya ... Perhaps, it is not proper of me to say this, but I care about you, and I know when you are upset or sad, because I know you, maybe more than I would like, and sincerely ... I love you" the heart resounded in his eardrums, he wanted to run, to run away from there as soon as possible, but he was paralyzed in place, his heart at hundred miles per hour.

"Aww, Omi, I love you too, you are one of the bestest friends I've ever had, although sometimes I can't stand you." Atsumu straightened from the curved posture he brought, letting out a wide smile, inevitably smiling at that gesture.

He loves me. Kiyoomi thought, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. But not like that, you i***t. And now he felt a stab in his stomach, like a sword piercing him from side to side.

"Do you need ... to talk?" he asked quickly, deflecting the subject, and his gaze.

"I'm better now" he said softly, different from how he usually screams and jokes.

In the little time they had come close to each other, Sakusa began to know him more, to see his true self, one very different from the self-centered and irritating seductive player that all the media portrayed, and very different from the clown on duty who pretended to be close to the others. Atsumu Miya is someone sensitive, with a noble heart, who likes many unusual things, with insecurities and a hopeless romantic.

What the curly one would give to have a lover like Atsumu, that adores him the way Atsumu adores Shouyo, that writes him the most amazing poetry, that wants to dance slowly under the moonlight, and of course, one that makes him feel that they can make love at the most romantic, and even innocent, way, the most innocent such an act could be.

"Miya, I think there is something we need to talk about," Sakusa said somewhat dubiously, although he did not want to and knew that Atsumu did not want to get to the subject either, it was necessary. "About the wedding"

"Is it necessary to speak about it right now?" Atsumu asked scratching the back of his neck, the smile was instantly erased from his face upon hearing the word 'wedding', knowing what it means, Sakusa let out a deep sigh.

"Yes, very necessary ... Your apartment or mine?"

"Mine, if it's not a problem," replied the blonde, putting his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt, Sakusa just nodded, starting the trip to the other's apartment.

The way to Atsumu’s apartment was silent, and for some reason the magnificent idea of saying something crossed Sakusa's mind.  "How-How is your ehm ... Brother?" Kiyoomi asked, earning a strange look from the other.

"Are you interested in Osamu out of nowhere, Omi-kun? Who would say you would have something for him?” He blurted out, annoying Sakusa, the black-haired just rolled his eyes.

"It was just a topic of conversation, I am not interested in your brother, not in that way"

"Then in what way are you interested in him? You realize we have the same face?” At this point Sakusa was already regretting have opened his mouth.

"First of all, I am not interested in your brother, and second, Osamu has brown hair and gray eyes there is a difference" he turned slightly to see him with angry eyes.

"So you have something for the chestnuts?"

"Miya, I'm not interested in your brother!!" he exclaimed already angrily, hitting the floor with the sole of his shoe, Atsumu let out a scandalous laugh, filling more the patience of the curly one

"Now what!?"

"You look like a little boy," he said, still laughing, holding his stomach, catching the gaze of the people around him. "I'm just joking, don't take it seriously, OmiOmi. If you had something for ‘Samu it would be uncomfortable, it would mean that you also have something for me, which is impossible, although ‘Samu is more your type” if only you knew…

"My type? Since when do you know what my type is? I don't even have a type” he exclaimed desperately, and very nervous.

"Yeah, boring and serious guy, don't tell me don’t have a type, we all have a type" oh, if only he knew that Sakusa's type was shorter than him, sportsman, with majestic thighs, blond and definitely irritating.

"I have one, but I'm not going to tell you, you will try to get me a boyfriend, and no, I'm fine as I

am"

“You are bitter, OmiOmi. You are only ashamed because my type is better than yours…” there he is, Hinata Shouyo coming out to shine on their conversation, for the thousandth time “Strong, athletic, reliable, fun, and obviously, he has to know how to dance. Just look at Hinata, he is exactly that”

"You don't know if he dances well"

"Brother. Sho-chan has lived in Brazil, and you say that he didn't learn to dance in all that time, that's bullshit” he laughed out loud "Besides, have you seen his arms? God- "

"You have very generic tastes"

"There's a reason you're so lonely, Omi-Kun" because I'm in love with you, i***t "If you want to find love, lower your expectations~"

"Shut up," he ended up muttering madly.

So, they continued like that their way to Atsumu's apartment, where they completely forgot about the wedding theme and just watch movies, and eat junk food. At some point, Atsumu fell asleep and, unconsciously, laying down on Sakusa’s shoulder, who conveniently had his arm on the back of the sofa, so the blond slipped a bit, just to rest his head on Kiyoomi’s chest.

Sakusa didn't avoid blushing, but then he covered the blond with a sheet and hugged him with the arm he previously had on the back of the couch, feeling how Miya, under him, settled down and a smile dreamed.

"I love you" Kiyoomi blurted out, under her breath, feeling Atsumu rubbing her cheek on his chest, he looked so cute like this...

"I ... love you ..." he spoke in dreams, making the heart of the tallest one skip a beat. "Sho-chan"

Right…

How could he be so i***t?

Of course Atsumu loves him...

They love each other ...

But not in the same way.