Chapter Text
“Panic on the brain, world has gone insane,
Things are starting to get heavy.”
The MSBY Black Jackals were supposed to have the month of March off, maintaining individual training schedules, of course. Then Hinata, ray of sunshine that he is, decided that the best way to diffuse the tension on the team (a kind way of saying he wanted Atsumu and Sakusa to get along) would be a trip the second week of break.
Coach Foster fully supported the idea, making it mandatory. Atsumu would have gone even if it wasn’t. Itsukushima was a cool place, and being there with Shouyou and Bokuto would be fun. Meian bought them their tickets there, but they were responsible for their tickets home.
That was where the plan went wrong.
Honestly, who thought that putting a bunch of idiotic volleyball players in charge of their own plane tickets was a good idea?!
Well, Meian, apparently.
Atsumu had assumed that “second week” meant that they would be leaving Saturday, so he bought his ticket for that afternoon.
He discovered Thursday night, drinking at a bar with the team, that their tickets were ordered for early Friday morning.
“So I gotta spend two days here all by myself?”
“It’s alright, TsumTsum!” Bokuto assured him with a firm pat on his back. “I think Sakkun is staying longer, too!”
“Omi-san hasn’t left his room in days, though!” Hinata added.
“So I will be all by myself!”
“No worries! We didn’t get to do everything around here this week, so you can just find something fun to do tomorrow!” Bokuto assured him.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll google it t’morrow. Let’s talk ‘bout somethin’ else.”
“Ooh! Keiji was hired at Shonen Jump!” Atsumu ordered another drink to make it through Bokuto’s ramblings about his boyfriend, and soon the clock had reached one and Meian was shooing everyone back to the hotel.
“If you oversleep, you’ll miss the flight!” he told them, though that didn’t include Atsumu.
He stumbled to his room, next to Hinata’s, and fell face-down into his bed, resolving to google more activities on the island in the morning.
He didn’t wake up in the morning, though. His clock read 13:48 when he checked, groggily sitting up and grabbing his phone.
“The hell?” he muttered as he combed through what seemed like endless notifications. He had missed calls from what seemed like every member of the team, sans Sakusa, along with Osamu, Rin, and his parents. He swiped right on the top one, Meian, calling him back.
“Atsumu!”
“Yeah?” he asked, voice still scratchy from sleep.
“Are you okay?”
“Just got a late start today, ‘m fine. Why?”
“You don’t know?”
“Know what?”
“The quarantine, Atsumu. COVID. You don’t know about any of that?”
“Ya lost me, cap’n.”
“Atsumu. If you are still at the hotel, you can’t leave.”
“Whaddaya mean?”
“Have you spoken to your family? You need to let them know you’re okay.”
“Meian, I-“
“I have a favor to ask of you, but do that first. Call your family, look at the news, and then call me back.”
Meian hung up before Atsumu could say anything else, and he was left staring at his phone screen in disbelief.
Quarantine? COVID? That China thing? He’d heard that it was spreading, but he hadn’t paid much attention to it.
He didn’t call his family, settling for a couple “im alive, stuck at hotel” texts instead, before reading the news to see that he was, indeed, stuck at the hotel. Itsukushima was completely shut down. There were no boats, planes, or anything of the sort arriving or leaving the island, and anyone currently there was asked to stay home.
I’d love to stay home, Atsumu thought bitterly, but you won’t let me leave to get there!
Finally, he called Meian again, as had been requested of him.
“What’s this favor ya need me for?”
“Sakusa.”
“What about ‘im?”
“I need you to check on him.”
“What?! Why?”
“Calm down. He hasn’t answered anyone’s calls or messages. I just need you to go to his room and see if he’s okay.”
Atsumu took a deep breath. He and Sakusa were not friends, or even friendly. Their personalities just tended to clash. He was probably the worst person to send to check on the guy, but he was also the only person who could.
“Fine. I’ll text ya whether he’s alive or dead.”
“Thank you, Atsumu.”
“No problem. Bye, cap’n.”
He got a text seconds later with a room number (323, two doors down from his, 319) and finally crawled out of bed. He was in a T-shirt and boxers, so he pulled on some sweatpants and stumbled into the hallway.
He checked more of his messages while he knocked on Sakusa’s door, coming to the conclusion that he needed to call Hinata at some point that day, given half of his notifications were from him, typo-filled in their caps-locked panic.
He knocked again, harder. “Omi-kun?” When he still didn’t get a response, he decided that the best course of action would be to keep knocking until Sakusa made him stop.
“GOD Miya, what the hell do you want?!” Sakusa’s irritated voice came from behind the door, which remained closed.
“Meian told me ta check on ya. Ya haven’t answered anyone.”
“I haven’t been online.”
“Do ya know what’s goin’ on?”
Sakusa’s sigh was loud enough that Atsumu heard it clearly through the wood between them. “Of course I do.”
“So ya goofed up your ticket out, too?”
“No, Miya, because I’m not a complete idiot.” Atsumu scoffed. “My family was already planning a trip here. I was going to stay today by myself and meet them in the morning. Now, of course, they’re stuck at home. So I’m here for two weeks, alone.”
Two weeks?! That was the rest of their month off!
“Yer not alone, Omi-kun!” he said, even though he’d been complaining about being alone himself. “Ya got me!”
“Joy.”
“Y’know, Omi-kun, it’s pretty rude to let your team and family worry ‘bout ya.”
“Well, I can’t get on my phone.”
“Why?”
“It’s...don’t worry about it. Just tell Meian I’m fine. If you can handle such a task.”
Asshole.
“Yer weird, Omi-kun. How are ya gonna let yer family know yer okay?”
“I don’t know. I’ll figure it out. Maybe Meian will tell them.”
Then, Atsumu was struck with an idea. “Isn’t Sunarin on a team with yer cousin?”
“Motoya knows a Suna on the Raijins, if that’s who you’re talking about.”
“‘Kay, well, Rin’s prob’ly quarantined with ‘Samu, and I’ve gotta call him anyways, so I’ll tell ‘im that yer okay.”
“Oh. Thank you, Miya.”
“‘Course, Omi-Omi! Anything for you~” The sigh he got in response was worth the extra task of his call.
He called Hinata first.
“Shou-kun!”
“Atsumu-kun! Are you okay? Meian-san said you were, but you still hadn’t answered many people, and I was worried!”
“I’m alright! ‘m sure I’ll be bored, but I’m okay.”
“Okay! I was planning on going to see my family, but since I can’t, Bokuto-senpai offered to let me stay with him and Akaashi-san! Isn’t that nice?”
More like insane, Atsumu thought, of Akaashi to agree to live with Hinata and Bokuto for two weeks.
“Yeah, they’re real nice like that. Have fun there, Shou-kun.”
“Thanks, Atsumu-kun! Have fun with Omi-san!”
Yeah, right, he wanted to say. Fun, with Sakusa? Honestly, the word didn’t even belong in a sentence with the guy’s name.
“Is Sunarin with ya?” he asks as soon as his twin picks up.
“Oh, you’ve gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me. No response all day and when ya finally answer it’s not even me ya want?! Yer a damn moron.”
“Right. So I’m alive. Stuck at the hotel for a couple weeks is all. I need ta talk ta Rin.”
“Great. Ma was worried, by the way. Not me.” After that, Atsumu could hear his brother calling for his fiancé.
“Atsumu? What did you need?”
“Ya know Komori on your team?”
“Obviously, his cousin’s on yours.”
“Right, about that. I need ya ta tell him his cousin’s okay.”
“Okay? Why?”
“He’s stuck here with me. Said he can’t use his phone for some reason.”
“Huh. Weird. Will do. Bye.” Atsumu heard Osamu yelling “WAIT DONT HANG UP YET” followed by the dial tone.
He sat on his bed for about an hour, waiting for the reality of the situation to sink in (it never did) before realizing how hungry he was, so he called for room service.
“I’m sorry, sir. We’ve sent the majority of our staff home so that they can be quarantined with their families. Guests will have to come downstairs to eat. Your room does have a mini refrigerator and a microwave, if you’d like to buy things to use there. There’s a convenience store just down the road that will be remaining open. Also, your room will remain available for the next two weeks while you’re quarantined.”
“Oh. Thanks.”
That made the reality of his situation sink in a bit more, and suddenly he wasn’t hungry. Instead, he settled for watching Netflix on his iPad until he felt like he could fall asleep.
Saturday morning, he found his spirits hadn’t risen. He went downstairs for breakfast, finding he could eat, then went to the convenience store mentioned to buy protein bars, chips, and microwaveable ramen, along with some face masks and disinfectant wipes.
However, he spent the rest of the day stuck back in his room, unable to think of another excuse to leave. He settled for standing out on the tiny balcony his room afforded him, looking out at the ocean and giving a silent thanks that his room was on this side of the hotel.
Atsumu was not the kind of person who could handle being cooped up in his room very long. He liked the outdoors, and he preferred being around people.
With a sigh, he returned to his room, grabbing his volleyball from his suitcase and laying on his bed, tossing it in the air.
His thoughts wandered, which just brought his spirits down further. Osamu was quarantined with Suna. Hinata was staying with Bokuto and Akaashi. But Atsumu was alone. He recalled his words to Sakusa the day before, “Yer not alone, Omi-kun! Ya got me!”
How foolish he’d been. Of course, he wasn’t expecting to suddenly get along with Sakusa, who probably didn’t mind being alone. Most likely preferred it, actually. But still. Not even a text? No acknowledgement that they were in this together?
Sakusa had claimed he couldn’t use his phone yesterday. What was up with that? He also hadn’t even opened the door when Atsumu had spoken to him, electing to hold the conversation through it. He probably hasn’t even worked up the guts to leave his room, Atsumu scoffed to himself, before he remembered that room service was no longer offered.
It had been almost twenty-four hours since his call with the employee, meaning that if Sakusa hadn’t left his room, he hadn’t eaten in over a day.
Should Atsumu check on him? They weren’t friends, but it was more of a teammate thing than a friend thing. What would he do if his wing spiker died of starvation? It would be irresponsible of him as the starting setter to let that happen.
He grabbed a face mask out of his convenience store package of disposables, pocketed two protein bars, and left his room, passing one door on the way to Sakusa’s
He knocked about eight times before Sakusa started yelling at him.
“FUCKING HELL, MIYA!”
“There ya are, Omi-Omi!”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Right, so, Omi-kun, have ya eaten?”
“Since when?”
“Let me rephrase. When’s the last time ya ate somethin’?”
“I had room service deliver dinner Thursday night.”
Thursday night. It was Saturday night. Two days?!
“The hell, Omi?!”
“What?”
“I’m bringin’ ya food. I got protein bars earlier. You can even wipe down the packagin’ if ya need.”
“...no thanks.”
“Omi?”
“What.”
“Is yer door unlocked?”
“I don’t know, Miya, but you’re not-“
He interrupted Sakusa’s statement by opening the door, then almost immediately closed it when he was struck by the strong scent of disinfectant.
“Geez, Omi, didja spray yer whole room down?”
When he didn’t get a response, he looked around the room, which he now noticed still had the lights off, and finally found Sakusa in the corner near the door, curled in on himself but lifting his head enough to glare daggers at Atsumu.
“The hell’s goin’ on here?”
“Just go,” Sakusa choked out, voice growing hoarse.
Atsumu flipped on the light to see him more clearly, and immediately wished he hadn’t.
He looked so...vulnerable. His eyes looked like they might burst with tears at any moment, despite how harshly they were boring into Atsumu. His arms were wrapped tightly around his knees, and his hands, shit his hands...
“Omi, what did ya do ta yer hands?!” They were scrubbed red, looking so raw that Atsumu was sure that any brush with a coarse material would send blood dripping onto Sakusa’s perfectly white socks.
“Get out, Miya!” The extra volume behind this exclamation turned his hoarse voice into a cough, and Atsumu really didn’t know how to react to the muttering of “nonononono” that was taking place in front of him.
“D’ya need water?”
Sakusa ceased his muttering and looked up at Atsumu, slight surprise showing in his eyes. He nodded. Atsumu sat everything he’d brought with him on Sakusa’s table before running back to his own room, grabbing an unopened bottle of water, and returning.
When he held out the bottle, Sakusa shook his head. “Can’t. It’s-“
“Here,” Atsumu said, grabbing Sakusa’s package of disinfectant wipes that was sitting on his table next to Atsumu’s things. He held the package out next to the bottle. “Ya can wipe it down yerself.”
Sakusa did, wincing when his hand came into contact with the wipe. Atsumu sat on the floor next to him while he drank half of the bottle. When was the last time he drank something?!
“I need-“ Sakusa started, but it seemed like he didn’t know how to phrase his request. “Can you- there’s...” He was pointing at his duffel bag, so Atsumu dragged it over.
“Somethin’ in here?”
Another nod. “Bottle.”
Atsumu felt around, planning to pull out anything that fit the description of “bottle” when his hand found a small plastic cylinder. A bottle? He pulled it out. Translucent orange and a white cap peered back at him. A medicine bottle. “This?”
Nod. Oh.
So maybe his germaphobe tendencies weren’t just...germaphobe tendencies.
Atsumu uncapped the bottle and held it out, watching as Sakusa tentatively took out a pill and swallowed it down with the water.
“So why haven’t ya been on yer phone?”
“It’s- I can’t touch it.”
Atsumu saw the device sitting on the little table by the bed, so he grabbed it and returned to sitting next to Sakusa. “Need me ta wipe it down?”
He was joking, but when Sakusa nodded, he did exactly that.
Sakusa looked at it skeptically even after that, before taking a deep breath and opening it.
“Shit, Motoya...” He tapped around on his phone for a while before looking back at Atsumu. “You can go. Thanks.”
“Geez, Omi, I come in here and save ya, and ya don’t even wanna invite me ta stay? How rude.”
“Good bye, Miya.”
Atsumu sighed and left, leaving the protein bars on the table. Hopefully, Sakusa would come to his senses and eat something soon.
He was still an asshole.
This would be a long two weeks.