𝑐𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑒 / 𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢

𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑅𝑇𝑌-𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐸

"Where the hell are you going in this weather?" Osamu snaps as Atsumu quickly wraps his scarf around his neck. "The cafe to meet Omi," Atsumu replies. "You just got home from the Training Camp, which you and your crush called 'Omi' shared a room at night," Osamu says.

Atsumu glances back at his twin brother. "You're literally going out too, Osamu. Don't be stupid," he says, rolling his eyes.

Osamu huffs. "Whatever. I hope this Omi isn't a jerk," he mutters. "He isn't," Atsumu immediately denies, glaring at the grey-haired.

"If you say so. And besides, he does seem like a nice guy," Osamu says, nodding.

Atsumu and Osamu step out of the house, and Atsumu immediately shivers from the cold. "Where are you headed?" Atsumu asks, glancing at Osamu.

"Cafe."

"Me too."

The twins walk in silence towards the cafe. "You really like him, don't you?" Osamu asks, breaking the silence.

Atsumu breathes out, mist forming in the air.

"I don't like him."

"What-" "I love him."

Osamu blinks. "Wow, Tsumu."

Atsumu breathes out again. "I love how he's always there, Samu. Even if it's at 2am in the morning," he says, looking down and stuffing his hands into his coat's pockets.

"If you love him, tell him."

"Why do you think I want to meet up with him, you idiot?"

"Wow, idiot?"

"Are you not one?"

"Well no."

"Wow. Confidence be higher than your grades, eh?"

"Grades? You wanna talk about grades?"

"No. I hate numbers. Numbers make me sleepy. It's why I look at my math textbook; it helps me fall asleep."

"What the hell is that clownery?"

"It's not clownery. It's intelligence."

"Non-existent intelligence, more like."

"Osamu, just shut up."

Silence.

As they continue walking further on, the cafe draws nearer. "Good luck, Tsumu," Osamu says, patting his brother's shoulder before leaving Atsumu at the front of the cafe.

Atsumu takes a deep breath.

He will confess to the love of his life. Who will most likely feel the same way. Atsumu had made a chart of whether Sakusa would feel the same.

The texts, the hugs, the agreements and the way he smiled more easily with Atsumu. According to his chart and calculations, there was a 99.9% chance of the two of them being able to start dating.

"Here goes nothing."

Movement catches Atsumu's eye, and he stops to stare at the movement through the cafe window.

His eyes fly open in shock as he watches the two males talk over cups of coffee. One is dark-haired while the other is green-haired. The dark-haired has his lips pressed into a thin line while the green-haired is talking.

The dark-haired smiles at the green-haired, and the green-haired smiles back, before reaching out and placing his hand on top of the dark-haired's.

Atsumu turns.

Sakusa and Wakatoshi...

Are they together?

Was Atsumu wrong all along?

Was Sakusa still in love with Wakatoshi?

Something within Atsumu breaks, and he feels tears pool at his eyes. How could he be so foolish? What had tricked him into thinking that Sakusa would accept his confession?

All those texts.

All those conversations.

All those hugs.

All those smiles.

All those stolen moments during the Training Camp.

Was it all just a lie?

All those 'I love you's.

Everything was a lie.

Atsumu feels tears stream down his cheeks.

Sakusa Kiyoomi had touched his heart.

And broke it.

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A/n:
Yes, the drama has begun ✨

Someone teach me how to make moments more sad. My writing is not getting any better 😩