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The clock on Atsumu's phone reads 10:46 pm.
He sits stiffly, looking outside the window as he listens to the hard tapping of the rain. It's raining. Not the soft kind, either – the heavy sort that blur and streak across the bus windows like watercolors that haven't dried yet even though it's been hours since the rain started.
Beside him is Sakusa, weirdly knocked out from the day. He turned his head away from any sight of Atsumu before slowly starting to black out. Atsumu doesn't mind, really. Sakusa just arrived at Hyogo for a vacation with his family today, so he's pretty much knocked out for travelling and hanging out with Atsumu on the same day.
Atsumu could hear Sakusa’s light snores, though he knows it would be much more recognizable if he would just place himself closer to his body, and he could feel his warmth again. But Sakusa just can't, nor Atsumu.
It's been months since they broke up, and they both know they haven't really moved on, or blocked out their true feelings for each other, rather. They don't hate each other, they don't love each other. Now, they're just friends.
It was hard to act so casual at first, especially when their parents asked. A little “Are you planning to hangout with your friend Atsumu-chan again?” or a little “How's Kiyoomi-san doing?” can just destroy a little something inside of them, knowing that their parents didn't even know that their teenage boys were dating, so they just say “Whenever he's free.” or “He's doing fine.”
Atsumu stared out the window, watching the blurred sight of two lovers hug each other goodbye before one ran up in the bus. He just wanted to roll his eyes away from the sickeningly sweet sight, until felt something light yet disturbing on the side of his neck.
He turned his head to the sleeping boy beside him, and cursed himself when he saw what that disturbing thing was.
It was Sakusa, his head on Atsumu's shoulder. He looked peaceful, undisturbed, and he probably wasn't even conscious enough to know that he was enveloping a small portion of Atsumu with his warmth.
Atsumu freaked out at first, wanting to shake Sakusa awake, to say anything to make him aware, but he stayed silent, unmoving, and felt himself hold his breath for seconds.
Sakusa’s curls were soft against the side of Atsumu’s neck, and Atsumu hadn't dared to move ever since. The feeling was stupidly warm, and the sensation of Sakusa’s head on his shoulder felt almost illegal to cherish now—now that they don't hug, or kiss, or even dare to show any type of care for each other.
It was a warm feeling, something Atsumu couldn't capture in a general way, something he hadn't felt in that specific type of way in months.
Atsumu felt a lump form in his throat, like it was chained, preventing him from saying any type of stupidity that would wake Sakusa up. Sure, he was scared. Scared that Sakusa would wake up, pull away, and silently judge him for the rest of the ride, well, at least that was what Atsumu gaslit himself into thinking about the cause of his current fear.
He was scared, yet, the feeling in his chest was warm. He was scared that if he ruined the moment right now, he wouldn't experience that type of feeling even once in his life after. That he couldn't feel the specific warmth of Sakusa, that felt like it was the cure to any type of worry, that set a special feeling in his heart only if it was Sakusa as the cause.
There were tears in his eyes, and he felt Sakusa move a little closer to him, and maybe, this was the last time they could ever be this close without any worry.
Sakusa didn't move, unconscious, and not concerned about why he felt so relaxed.
The clock read 10:59 pm.