𝘄𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 || 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂

16

atsumu's long thinking session, had soon turned into a day dreaming session.

he had started off daydreaming about just going on dates and holding hands with the germaphobe. then he daydreamed about cuddling with him. that quickly turned into daydreaming about kissing the male. sooner or later, he daydreamed about things that aren't very holy.

by the end of his daydreaming session he had a bright red face, butterflies in his stomach, and an overall strange feeling in his gut.

he wasn't used to crushing on people.

he was used to finding them attractive and just sleeping with them.

but sakusa was different.

he needed something from the male.

he wanted sakusa's attention on him.

he wanted the curly haired mans love.

he wanted physical affection from a male that hated physical touch.

hell he felt like he needed his love, his attention, and physical attention from him.

it has only been a couple hours since he first hung out with the germaphobe and he already missed him.

he wanted to spend every lunch with sakusa kiyoomi. he didn't care whether or not sakusa didn't want him to tag along every day during lunch. well, he secretly hoped that sakusa appreciated his company, just like he did, and even if he didn't, he'd make it his priority to make sure that omi would appreciate his company at some point.

**

at some point atsumu couldn't stand it anymore. he couldn't stand not being with the male. so he did the only thing he could. he took his phone off his bedside table and went to text sakusa.

he had went to check his other messages before texting omi, only to eventually see that sakusa had texted him. he picked up his phone, mumbling a quick "speak of the devil", and had started responding.