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Rain was nice.
It could be harsh, sure, but it could also be gentle, soft, soothing Atsumu. It made everything outside soaked yet so... clean. It reminded him of someone.
Atsumu tucked his face into his palms, exhaling a hot breath. Then, he let out a loud, exasperated groan. Reasonably, just beside him, Osamu jerked in surprise, then smashed the pause button on his video game. "Can I help you?"
"'Samu do you believe in love?"
"Oh my god." Osamu resumed his game, not bothering to reply. This was the 4th time Atsumu had asked that question just this week... It was a Monday morning, not even past 10 am. Atsumu did not seem to catch his annoyance, as the faux-blond continued on, lifting his head from his hands.
"I mean, Omi is already such an odd guy, I don't get what he's tryna do." Atsumu pushed the heel of his foot into Osamu's shoulder, because he knew exactly what his brother was about to reply with. He beat him to the punch eagerly. "'Kay, sure, he calls me gross and says to,'' He cleared his throat and deepened his tone, trying his best to drop that hint of Kansai that neither he nor his brother could manage to lose completely, even as they grew older. "Fuck off, you are too distracting." Atsumu threw his hands back behind his head, laying back on the couch and bumping Osamu with his flailing feet. "I think he's jus' hard to get! Callin' me distracting... Why's he gettin' distracted if he ain't in love, too?"
Atsumu didn't need to look at his brother's expression, he knew it was a disappointed glare. He pushed himself back up, clearly unable to sit still, and reached for his phone. He idly opened his text messages, clicking on the most recents ones. He sank back against the arm of the couch, knees coming up to obscure his face.
You, 5:32 am
Can't wait to kick y'all's ass at the game tonight ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ
Omi-Omi, 7:14 am
the game was canceled.
You, 7:14 am
WHAT
WHY???
Omi-Omi, 7:17 am
did you not see all the weather warnings?
You, 7:18 am
I guess it is a little windy...
Omi-Omi, 7:23 am
there was a strong wind warning on the news earlier.
You, 7:24 am
I assumed it was a joke...
Omi-Omi, 7:24 am
how the hell do you assume an official state warning is a joke?
You, 7:32 am
Uhhh i grew up wirh a twin brotger wgo is great at prankjs
Omi-Omi, 7:33 am
stop texting when you work out, you make no sense
You, 7:36 am
How abiut pixtures
Of ny abs
Omi-Omi, 7:36 am
good luck with your workout, miya.
After that, Atsumu had gone online to check with his school, and it seemed Sakusa had not been lying to him- which he definitely had assumed; having an older sibling makes you like that. School had been canceled for the day, due to the strong winds outside, and inconsistent rain. When Atsumu stepped outside, just to get an idea of the situation, he was almost thrown off his feet from the strong wind. The smell of rain was welcomed by him; he was having a good morning. First, he got to talk to Omi, then no school? What kind of karma had he earned? He narrowed it down to that one time a week ago when he'd picked up a wrapper from the street and thrown it away.
"'Samu, 'm gonna go on a walk."
Osamu's hands froze on the game controller, and he looked at Atsumu, then to the open window, back to Atsumu. "In this weather?"
"Yes."
He blinked slowly, once, then multiple times in quick succession. Then, a simple, "okay", and he was back to his game.
Atsumu pushed himself up, rolling off of the couch. He stood and grabbed his phone, still open to his and Sakusa's messages. As he made his way to his room, he tapped the small icon in the top corner of the chat.
A few rings later, the man of his affections answered, with a bored, "Hello?"
Atsumu didn't bother hiding his excitement. "Omi!~" He slid his closet open. "Let's meet at the park, I wanna go on a walk."
Sakusa went quiet on the other end, before he replied. "No."
"Yay- wait wha-?" Atsumu stood in front of the open closet, holding the phone to his ear as a frown took over his features. "Why not?"
"It's been on and off raining all day, the wind is over 40 kilometers an hour, and we'll catch a cold." Atsumu could just picture him on the other end, counting off of his fingers, his dark eyebrows dipped in together in an adorable mixture of exasperation and concern. Atsumu had to focus on pulling a dark-toned t-shirt off of the coat hanger, or his face would have flushed the more he imagined Sakusa. "This is not walking weather."
Atsumu groaned loudly into the microphone. "You're no fun. Come on! Let's make it walking weather!"
"No, Miya."
"I can pack us some tea in a thermos, and we can walk to a restaurant and get something real good to eat, or I can even make you somethin' here at my place!" Atsumu sighed loudly into the receiver and crouched down, still collecting clothes to change into. "I like walking in the wind, it makes me feel like some cool protagonist in a drama." He slid his closet shut and fell back onto his bed, dropping his clothes just beside him. "Please, Omi-Omi?"
The silence drew on long, Atsumu was starting to get worried Sakusa had simply hung up on him, but his thoughts were quickly washed away when he heard Sakusa's low voice speak. "... Fine. Head over here and we'll walk from my house."
Atsumu jerked, sitting straight up on the edge of the bed. "Really?" He grinned. "See ya soon Omi."
"Mhm."
Atsumu was so eager in hanging up, he missed the end call button at least four times, before Sakusa took pity on him and ended it for him. He threw his phone down and changed so quickly, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that he hadn't hit a new world record. He made his way to the bathroom, combing through his hair, washing his face, and, because he was completely and utterly hopeless, spent at least 5 minutes brushing his teeth. Pulling on a thin jacket, then putting his thicker coat over top it, he rushed to the kitchen, beginning to boil water. Once boiled, he made the tea- a peppermint blend, as usual- and funneled it into a thermos. He checked his pockets; phone, wallet, house keys... He checked his breath again, exhaling into his palm, before he took a deep breath.
"'Kay. Bye 'Samu."
Not waiting for a reply, which he doubted he'd receive, Atsumu closed the door behind him.
The second he stepped a foot off of the porch, he stumbled as a gust of wind slammed into him, forcing him to plant his feet into the pavement and shrug his shoulders up, putting all of his energy into not falling over. He looked up at the tree in their front yard, swaying dangerously; it was so eerie... He grinned wider than before, somehow, and began walking, the wind faltering for a few minutes to his fortune.
He loved windy weather like this, it was so therapeutic to walk in, and the constant, subtle fear of a powerline, or a tree branch, falling and hitting him, just added to that odd, sanative feeling. The lack of traffic and people out and about always made storms like this feel so surreal; empty but not quite discomforting in any way. Atsumu's grin calmed to a serene smile as he made his way down the block, passing by the familiar houses. He'd grown up here, he didn't think he'd ever find it discomforting... Unless it was back when he was 10, and his mom would make him take out the trash after the sun went down- that was a whole new level of terrifying.
However, Sakusa's neighborhood, which was a few blocks from his own, had such a drastically different feel. It was where the richer, less "homey" homes were. Big, pale colors, simple flower beds out front, but no real personality- not even a garden gnome or a bird bath, stained from years of berry smashing and "secret potions" that he and Osamu would always make in the one from their own front yard. This was why Sakusa would always play at his and his brother's home, basically joining their family from a young age. Some of Atsumu's fondest memories were of him and Sakusa playing video games in his room, until his mom would call them for dinner, and Atsumu would beg for Sakusa to stay the night, even on school nights (his mother would always say no, which Atsumu still complained about to this day).
Summer was always his favorite, beyond anything else, during the break, and during school.
They'd meet early in the morning on the weekends and during the break, to go swimming down at the beach, only a couple kilometers from either of their homes, stay out until far later than they probably should have at such a young age. They'd catch as many bugs as they could- or, rather, Atsumu would, and terrorize the ever-so-anxious Sakusa with them.
On school days, in summer, they would walk home together, and stop by the convenience store on their way. They'd pick eachother out the wildest treats they could find, Atsumu still having the lead to this day with his "pickle-flavored" popsicle, which Sakusa was quick to refuse. Sakusa would go to Atsumu's home, and they'd do homework. Or, well... Sakusa did homework, and Atsumu played video games and harassed him for the majority of the time there. Sakusa would eat with Atsumu, his twin, and their mother, before Atsumu would walk him home, just as the sun was setting.
In seventh grade, Atsumu recalled this summer night vividly because it had been his first time ever seeing the inside of Sakusa's house, they had eaten an entire watermelon just the two of them. It was only the second one in his life; they were ridiculously expensive and the twins' mother never found a good enough reason to bother spending that much on a fruit. Sakusa's parents had brought him home one, and the two sat on his back porch, late into the night, complaining about the noisy cicadas and discussing what went on a watermelon (Atsumu claimed salt enhanced the sweetness and was an incredible idea, Sakusa informed him that he was "disgusting" and a "crazy person"). He remembered seventh grade so well, because this was the time Sakusa was forced to get braces. He never forgot that, he even began to wonder, thinking back, if that had been the time he fell in love with Sakusa completely. Sakusa would always complain about his mouth hurting, and would insist on wearing a mask despite his lack of illness. The habit stuck with him, and he would always carry one with him even now, despite the braces having only lasted a little under a year. Atsumu thought they looked lovely on him, and he remembered the one time he was allowed to join Sakusa to one of his appointments. Sakusa had allowed him to pick the color of his bands- Atsumu chose the brightest bubblegum pink, which Sakusa did not find quite as amusing at the time.
From then on, Atsumu never looked at Sakusa the same again. Since the male had moved there, and they ran into each other at the beach in early 2nd grade, Atsumu knew he was fond of him. Who wouldn't be? He was such an odd character, yet so loveable- he had so much more love to give than people usually assumed of him. Yet, Atsumu knew he didn't think the same of him after that warm summer night. He couldn't sleep, his heart would hurt whenever he saw Sakusa, and he'd always feel the impending urge to touch him, whether it be a lean against the shoulder, or grasp his hand as tightly as possible.
By the time they made it to highschool, and split off to different schools, they still saw each other as often as possible, meeting up for study sessions and movie nights with Osamu and any possible way Atsumu could get the male to leave the house and just spend time with him. By that point, Atsumu had gotten his feelings managed. Or, rather, he grew accustomed. He ignored that hurt until it went away, and he enjoyed every second he could with Sakusa.
Did that ever make it any less frustrating, having to grow up alongside the male he was absolutely head over heels with, the one he'd shared his deepest fears and wildest dreams with, only to be too nervous to tell him how he felt towards him?
No.
And, yet, here he was, on his way to visit the man of his affections, 10 years later. Atsumu had never been a patient person, he'd blow his top the second his brother did anything small, so little as eating his yogurt from the fridge or wearing his shirt... But for Kiyoomi?
He'd be anything for Kiyoomi.
Atsumu arrived at the door before he'd even realized, hand raised to knock. He cleared his brain, drawing in deep breaths. He really wanted this to be the day he finally confessed, or at least put the idea into Sakusa's head. His hand stayed hovering above the pale white of the door, before he knocked against the wood with his knuckle and stepped back.
I can do this.
A few seconds passed, before Sakusa swung the door open. He looked at Atsumu blankly, then stepped out just beside him, turning to lock the door. He shoved the keys into his jacket pocket, then looked to Atsumu, only a foot away, using Atsumu to shield the strong winds. The smell of his shampoo was overwhelming, he smelled so clean, as he always did. Atsumu was used to it. That didn't make it any less intense. His hair was brushed, and it looked fluffy, like he'd just blow dried it- Atsumu wanted to reach up and touch it, yet withheld. The corners of Sakusa's lips tipped up just a bit. "Good morning," He managed in a low tone, unsureness oozing from his tone due to how loud the winds were. Regardless, Atsumu heard him loud and clear.
I can't do this.
Atsumu felt heat seeping into his features, and he was so thankful his face was already red from the cold, or he would have lit up like a Christmas light. "Mornin'," He managed, staring at Sakusa with wide, adoring eyes. He swallowed and fumbled for a moment, before he pulled the thermos from the pocket he'd lodged it into- he appreciated how deep the pockets in men's pants were- and held it to Sakusa. "'S for you."
Sakusa gave a nod. "Thank you." He took it with both hands, inspecting it for a few seconds, before he clicked open the top and took a slow sip. He suddenly jerked it away, clicking it shut as the tip of his tongue stuck out. He moved the thermos to one hand and used the other to touch his tongue. "Ah..."
Atsumu blinked for a few seconds, memorizing every detail on Sakusa, his expression, the way his nose was slowly reddening from the cold, the steam from his hot breath and the cold air mixing and floating away in the wind... Then, he burst into loud, boisterous laughter. "'S tea, ya idiot, it's hot. Be careful." He bumped his shoulder into Sakusa's arm and began walking backwards, assuring Sakusa was following after.
"You're this rude, this early?"
"'S not exactly early, Omi," Atsumu hummed out mockingly, before a sudden gust of wind washed over them, causing Sakusa to stumble a little. Atsumu laughed again, but his voice was carried away by the wind. He held out his arms as they began walking in a direction, back towards Atsumu's due to pure instinct. They didn't bother talking, because they knew it would be near impossible with such loud winds. Atsumu busied himself by side-eyeing Sakusa as much as he could without being caught. Subtlety was never his strong suit, until it came to admiring his best friend.
Sakusa stared straight ahead with a relaxed frown, which Atsumu came to accept as his resting face. His cheeks were already a bright red, and he was sniffling a bit. Atsumu knew he probably looked no better, if not worse. Sakusa's fluffy hair had lost its volume from the icy air, now tangled and messy from the wind. Atsumu smiled to himself; he never got to see his hair like that, except during their sleepovers, just in the morning before he had a chance to brush it out. His bedhead was unimaginable, yet Atsumu found it somehow charming and absolutely adorable.
"Ya still wanna go to the park, or should we go home?"
Sakusa raised an eyebrow over at him, expression blank. Atsumu realized he hadn't been heard and leaned to the side, until his lips were as close as possible to Sakusa's ear, though making no contact. "Park or home?" As he pulled away, he swore the ravenette's face had gotten redder... He knew he was being hopeless, it clearly hadn't, but he liked to convince himself otherwise.
Sakusa pressed his lips together before sinking his chin into his collar to warm as much of his face as he could. Then, he spoke, muffled, but Atsumu was still close enough to hear it. "Home. I'm hungry."
Atsumu grinned. "So demanding..."
"Is Osamu home?"
That caught the blond off guard. "Um... Yea... Why?"
"I don't want your awful cooking."
Atsumu laughed and held a hand over his heart. "That stings, Omi."
"Good."
They pulled away completely and continued walking briskly- as briskly as they could in such strong winds. Atsumu continued his dangerous game of Omi-Watching, eyes following as he lifted the thermos occasionally to take a slow sip, or blow the steam up into his face. After a few moments, his gaze drifted to the side, catching Atsumu's. He raised an eyebrow and lowered the thermos from his lips. He seemed to think on something for a minute, then held it to Atsumu with a questioning tilt of his head.
Atsumu's eyes widened and his shoulders rose in joy. This wasn't exactly rare of Sakusa to do, but it wasn't common. Atsumu contently took the thermos and clicked it open carefully. He paused walking, waiting for the current gust of wind to calm for a moment. Then, he tipped his head back and poured the tea into his mouth, careful not to let the lip of the thermos make contact. He almost choked, but successfully swallowed it and handed it back with a content smile as he resumed his walking. The warm peppermint soothed his throat, which had grown sore by that point, and it warmed him somewhat.
He avoided shoving his hands into his pockets, eyes trailing down to Sakusa's, one stuffed into his pocket, the other grasping the thermos tightly, his knuckles a harsh red. Atsumu thought for a moment, before he dramatically exhaled and held his hands up to his neck, pressing his freezing fingers against his own warm neck. "My hands are cold, Omi."
"Put them in your pockets then." Sakusa took another sip, tossing an unamused side-glance the blond's way.
Atsumu shook his head, swallowing the rising anxiety, which he was nervous was becoming increasingly obvious in his voice. "My pockets are too cold." Atsumu squeezed his cold hands into fists the best he could, willing himself to continue. "Lemme use your's."
Sakusa's eyes widened and he looked over at Atsumu, completely this time, his eyes wide with surprise. "Uh-" Atsumu immediately began thinking on how to take the comment back, before Sakusa looked straight ahead again and rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
Atsumu's jaw dropped, and he actually tripped over his own feet a little, but regained himself. He looked uneasily between Sakusa's bored expression, to his hand in his pocket. Atsumu hesitated, before he reached over and slipped his hands into the pocket, his hand on the other side returning to his own pocket. He felt his palm brush against the back of Sakusa's hand, and he suddenly became aware of just how clammy his hand was in that exact moment. They continued walking in silence, and Atsumu felt his palm bumping against the back of Sakusa's hands routinely, and it would have been obnoxious had Atsumu not been so busy internally freaking out. Though, after a few minutes of this, as they neared the block he lived on, he got a sudden burst of confidence. He stretched his fingers out and maneuvered his hand around, shakily pressing his palm to Sakusa's. Sakusa's hand stilled for a moment, before he pressed it more against Atsumu's and gingerly laced their fingers together.
They'd held hands before, they did it all the time in primary school, and Atsumu was usually the one to initiate it. However, they'd stopped by middle school; somewhere along the way, they'd nonverbally agreed they had grown out of it. Even when dragging him places or just pulling him closer, Atsumu was never bold enough to genuinely hold his hand like he was doing now. Well, bold wasn't the correct word- it was confident. Atsumu respected himself, but there was always that shadow of a doubt hovering over him like a storm cloud. Yet, right now, having Sakusa accept such a strange, completely new advance from him... It was enough for his heart to go out of sync.
He squeezed Sakusa's hand tightly and lowered his head, staring down at his feet as he walked. He felt so shy, timid even; two words you'd never imagine being paired in a sentence with Atsumu Miya. Atsumu glanced up at Sakusa, only to find him already staring at him. His shoulders shot up more and he looked back down at the ground.
This boy is going to kill me.
He blew out a breath, and lifted his head in synchronicity with the steam rising from his mouth, until his posture was fixed. He cleared his throat and looked up at the sky instead. The wind that had been consistently tearing at his poor eardrums had begun to vanish, now only a low whistle breezing through the surrounding homes. It was still cold nevertheless. The sun was nowhere in sight, but that wasn't bad. The clouds creeped their way slowly above their heads, threatening an impending storm, which made Atsumu's arms tingle in ardor.
Rain was nice.
Him and Sakusa would always share an umbrella on rainy days, fighting over who got to hold the handle, and the proper height to hold it. Sakusa's hair would always somehow end up getting stuck in one of the rods holding it open, and Atsumu would get poked in the eye at least once every time. That never stopped them, because of Atsumu's enjoyment of the rain- and, secretly, Sakusa's as well, though he would never admit it. It felt like another world, wandering down an empty street, not unlike the one they were on right now, rain pelting the umbrella overhead, making conversation impossible. But, they didn't need to communicate. They were happy just being beside each other, nothing could beat that. It had always made Atsumu feel so... special when Sakusa had decided to accept him as a friend, and consistently spend time with him, not just on the events that Atsumu requested him to; he enjoyed Atsumu's company, and Atsumu still couldn't believe it.
"Miya."
Atsumu's eyes widened and he glanced over at Sakusa, before he looked to his other side, exhaling in embarrassment: he'd almost passed his own home. He gave a sheepish smile and turned, hand still tucked in Sakusa's pocket, holding tightly onto the ravenette's soft hand with their long fingers still intertwined. He fumbled with his other hand, before retrieving his keys and unlocking the door. He pushed it open and watched Sakusa walk in, before closing it behind them and re-locking it.
Now came what he had been dreading; letting go of his hand. All that confidence build-up and anxiety, just for it to last a couple minutes.
As Sakusa released his hand to pull away and crouch, beginning to remove his shoes, Atsumu felt like his hand was on fire from the touch. He knelt down and removed his own shoes, taking just a moment longer due to just how shaky his hands were; he was a mess whenever Sakusa was involved. He looked around, beginning to walk into the living room. "'Samu?"
"What."
Ignoring the obvious annoyance in his twin's tone, Atsumu walked in and leaned against the back of the couch, just behind Osamu. "Make us food."
"Us?" Osamu didn't even pause his game this time. "Oh. Hi Kiyoomi."
Sakusa walked over, standing beside Atsumu. "How did you know it was me?"
Osamu paused the game this time, which sent bitterness through Atsumu; he won't pause his game for his brother, but won't even hesitate for the pretty neighbor kid. "'Tsumu doesn't bring anyone else over, 'cept you." He tilted his head back, looking at them upside-down. "What do ya want, 'Tsumu?"
Atsumu huffed and crossed his arms, sniffling a little as his cold face adjusted to the heated home. "Make us food," he reiterated, staring back at Osamu.
Osamu blinked once, twice, then, "I heard ya the first time."
Atsumu's hands moved to settle on his hips. "Well?"
"Nah."
Atsumu squinted at him. "You suck." He looked back to Sakusa with a heavy, over dramatic sigh. "We're fendin' for ourselves, I guess."
Sakusa gave a small shrug and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. "May I take off my jackets? It's hot."
Atsumu shook his head. "No. Try again."
Sakusa's nose wrinkled in disgust at the demand, seeming to reluctantly ponder this. Then, he respoke. "I'm going to go take off my jackets."
Atsumu grinned and nodded. "'Kay, to the room then." He led the ravenette through the house, to his room, where he promptly dumped his jackets onto the floor in a corner to be dealt with later. "Ya gotta stop askin' for permission for everythin' here, Omi. It's been years, y'er fine." Sakusa took his own jackets off, turning to hang them on the hooks screwed into the back of Atsumu's door. He made his way over to the desk and settled onto the pale green tatami mat in front of it, looking at Atsumu blandly. Atsumu fell back onto his bed, looking at the ceiling. "Le's warm up, then we can eat. Ya should finish y'er tea."
Sakusa moved a hand up to cover his mouth, a low chuckle escaping him. "Your accent just got really thick. It always does that when you're around your brother."
Atsumu's face lit up a bright red and he rolled over onto his stomach, covering his face. "Shut up," he mumbled into the covers. "Drink y'er- your tea."
Sakusa gave another small laugh and leaned back against the desk, playing with the thermos for a few moments, before he began sipping at it again. "Thank you again."
Atsumu hummed out a response, and that was the end of their conversation, as a heavy silence settled over them. It felt like something was unresolved, but Atsumu couldn't place it. Or, more like he didn't want to place it. That meant he'd have to admit it out loud. He'd have to tell Sakusa about...
"Miya?"
Chills spiked through Atsumu's entire being. "... Yea?"
"Can we talk about some stuff?"
Atsumu swallowed and exhaled an awkward "um". "... What about?"
"Miya..."
Atsumu groaned loud enough to be registered as a cry, before he sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, facing Sakusa, though his eyes remained planted to the ground. "I don't know what you want me to say."
Sakusa set down the thermos with a gentle clink against the polished wood of the desk beside him. He stared at Atsumu. He spoke. "Your face is red."
Atsumu didn't look up. "Your's is too."
Sakusa's hands jerked up to press to his cheeks, before they lowered slowly. "Okay."
A beat of silence passed, though it might as well have been a dozen measures. Atsumu couldn't hear anything but his heartbeat in his ears. He wanted to melt away in the very bed he sat, heat washing through him in pulses.
This wasn't how he wanted this to go.
"Miya, are you okay?"
"'M in love with ya."
Both males went silent after their words had morphed over each other’s, eyes wide as they met gazes. Sakusa simply sat there, surprise etched into every detail in his expression, and Atsumu with his jaw dropped, hands gripping at the bed sheets beneath him.
"I'm sorry- I'm so sorry, that was too-"
"Really?"
Atsumu froze and his fingers twitched. "Really... what?"
"Are you really in love with me?
Dread crushed Atsumu like a tsunami, his vision going blurry for a moment, before he shivered and regained focus; all he could see, and needed to see, was Sakusa. He prepared an entire speech in his head; Of course not, I was totally kidding! Just making a good ol' joke, no homo! He couldn't play that off. So, he instead looked down at his lap. "Yea."
Sakusa was quiet for a while, and Atsumu dipped his head lower to stare at the carpet, completely obscuring his peripheral, including Sakusa. Finally, Sakusa spoke. "Since when?"
"... Since I was thirteen, Omi..."
A laugh left Sakusa's lips, sudden and shocking. Atsumu's heart stung in his chest, and he slouched further; this was the worst possible outcome for this... Having Sakusa make fun of him... He wasn't sure what to do. Luckily, or unluckily?, Sakusa continued.
"I have you beat."
Atsumu paused, all the self-deprecating, doubtful thoughts that had been plaguing him just in the past second gone like that. He sat up, rolling his shoulders back as he looked at Sakusa. "What?" He managed out slowly, staring at Sakusa like he was an alien.
Sakusa pulled his legs up into a criss-cross. "Eleven."
"Eleven... Omi, what're ya saying?"
Sakusa shrugged and sank back in the seat, hands settling in his lap. "I've been in love with you since I was eleven. I had to wait six years just for you to finally confess." Sakusa rolled his eyes and sighed. He stood slowly and moved to sit on the bed beside Atsumu, saving a few feet of space between them. "You're so obnoxious."
Atsumu's entire body went still, his heart might have even paused it's beats for the occasion, as he stared at Sakusa blankly, his gaze glued to the male as he walked across the room. Slowly, he asked, "When did ya realize?"
"Remember when you beat that Mario game one of the times I was studying here..." Sakusa looked over to the desk, like he was imagining the events as he spoke. "You got so excited, you tried to fist bump me without warning."
Atsumu's face grew redder. "... And I accidentally punched ya in the face."
Sakusa covered the lower half of his face, smiling into his palm. "You accidentally punched me in the face," He affirmed with a dreamy sigh, something Atsumu would have never imagined leaving someone like Sakusa's mouth.
A laugh escaped Atsumu and he pulled his legs up to his chest, resting his chin on his knees. "You... Y'er realization that you loved me was 11 year old me... punching ya and giving ya a bloody nose." He threw his hands up, and Sakusa flinched away theatrically, which Atsumu promptly glared at him for. "That was traumatizin' for me, Omi!"
Sakusa rolled his eyes. "It barely bled." He turned more to face Atsumu, letting his legs hang off the side of the bed as he leaned his palm against the mattress, gazing at him with eyes softer than Atsumu had ever seen on him. "When did you realize?"
Atsumu hesitated. Should he be honest? He exhaled. "'Member the pickle-flavored popsicle-?"
"Miya."
Atsumu barked a laugh before he shifted to face Sakusa too, dropping his own legs to a criss-cross, his knees now brushed up against Sakusa's thighs. It felt surreal. He didn't want it to end, so he spoke. "When your parents bought us that watermelon. And we spent the night outside, and ate it, and watched the fireflies..."
Sakusa's smile softened and he nodded. "You ate so much watermelon you threw up, but still refused to go home."
Atsumu felt his ears burn. "Yeah. I liked spending time with ya." He picked at his pant leg. "I still do, 'course..."
Sakusa nodded quietly, eyes still locked onto him. Atsumu looked up to his eyes, before trailing over his features. He could never read Sakusa, it was something he'd grown to accept and even maybe appreciate. The male wasn't unpredictable in any way, he was pretty typical, but Atsumu could never quite pinpoint what exactly was going on in that pretty head of his. He always looked so thoughtful, and he wanted to hear every thought that passed through his mind. Instead, Atsumu started by saying his own.
"Well... What now?"
Sakusa pressed his lips together before he gave a small shrug, once more. Atsumu groaned and rested his own hands in his lap, nearing Sakusa's. "I'd ask ya out, but I don't want anythin' to change between us."
Sakusa tilted his head. "I... can't promise nothing won't change, but it won't be anything negative, I'd like to think."
Atsumu exhaled and pursed his lips. "Y'er gonna make me do this?"
"Definitely. I'm waiting, Romeo."
Had Atsumu not been so hyped up on nerves, he would have complained about that one. But, in his current state, it only fueled his flusteredness. Romeo... "Omi... D'ya wanna be my boyfriend?"
"I'd love that, Atsumu."
Atsumu's eyes shot open and a wide grin spread over his face. "You called me 'Tsumu! You called me my name! I should have asked you out sooner," He rushed out, hands curling into fists of excitement.
"It's not an all the time thing, Miya."
"Nooo... Call me Atsumu again."
"No, you've been demoted for commenting on it."
Atsumu groaned and fell forward, hitting his forehead against Sakusa's shoulder instinctually. Suddenly, the realization hit, and he shot up, face returning to it's previous red. "Sorry." He'd done it many times before, but as a couple... it seemed so much different. He shook his head. "We... We're gonna have to start from square one again..."
Sakusa gave a lopsided, genuine smile, one Atsumu had only seen a spare few times throughout his life. "I guess so."
Atsumu inhaled and lifted both hands. Ignoring how shaky they were, he held them out to the ravenette. "Okay, boyfriend-"
Sakusa laughed, pushing his hands away. "You're going to abuse this."
"Sure am." Atsumu raised them again, outstretching them and leaving his palms wide open. "Let's eat something?"
Sakusa lifted his own hands and delicately placed his hands into Atsumu's own. "Sounds good."
Rain was nice. Wind was great. Storms were fantastic.
But Atsumu had finally found something much better.