SakuAtsu Fics That Butter My Croissant
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It’s gentle, quiet, and lacking the storm of emotion that struck them down just a minute ago. Everything’s faded down to focus on them again. Their hearts, pressed close and beating against one another’s. Their hands, holding onto each other like it’s the last time they ever will. He can’t prevent how much he’s in love with this. He can’t prevent the fact that Sakusa is still woven into his veins.
Tendrils of violence have just as tight a squeeze on Atsumu’s chest, and anger still cycles through his blood. But for the sake of Sakusa, for the sake of keeping up the act, he ignores it.
Atsumu thinks he’s in love, and it might be with more than just Sakusa.
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dancing with our hands tied (always has, always will be) by EvancexLizzie
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
28 Feb 2021
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Definitely-not-Atsumu tilts his head to the right, cockes his right eyebrow in wonder and crosses his arms on his chest. "An’ askin' someone's name but not sayin’ yours ain't rude ? Yer the one runnin' away twice."
"I'm not running away." Kiyoomi grits his teeth. It physically pains him to look at this all-too familiar face, widening the gaping hole that’s already set in his chest. It has to be some kind of bad joke. It can’t be him. "You're bothering me. Get the fuck away from me."
“Yer not very nice.”
“I’m not trying to be.”
Kiyoomi starts walking towards his house again. As expected, the man follows him.
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This story starts off as all great ones do - with a muffin.
When Miya Atsumu sees a lone child sitting in his usual coffee shoop, he had no idea one act of kindness would lead to him becoming a temporary father.
And help him land the man of his dreams.
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“Atsumu,” Sakusa utters, causing his gaze to snap up.
His pupils are so blown out that Atsumu can't see where they blend with his black iris. His look seems just as frustrated as Atsumu has felt all these last fucking days. The furrow between his brows reveals that he wants Atsumu at least as much and yet he’s still hesitant.
Atsumu frowns and inhales sharply.
“Ya really do want me,” he says. “And ya hate it.”
He changes the angle of his knife, so it’s against Sakusa’s neck. He doesn’t look nearly as alarmed by the cold metal pressed against his skin as Atsumu might expect. Not nearly as alarmed as when Atsumu brings his mouth to Kiyoomi’s.
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“Coach Foster told me that you’re coming back to play for the Jackals again,” Atsumu says over the phone. “Where will you be staying? You sold your place when you left, didn’t you?”
“I did.”
Because he hadn’t planned on ever returning.
“So have you found a place yet?”
“I’m still looking.”
“You can stay at mine,” Atsumu says softly.
“What?”
“Come stay with me, Omi.”
Three years ago, Kiyoomi left to play volleyball in France.Atsumu stayed.
Three years on, Kiyoomi returns.
But he's only staying for a year, only until his contract with the Jackals ends. And then he'll retire from volleyball, and take his final leave. Because he's spent his entire life running from love and he's not sure when he'll stop, if ever.
This is not a love story; this is a story about love.