𝑐𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑒 / 𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢

𝐹𝐼𝐹𝑇𝑌-𝑆𝐼𝑋

Atsumu wakes up with the banging of his apartment door. He frantically jumps out of bed and walks to his apartment door, yanking it open to find a squinting Sakusa staring back at him.

What a good view to start the morning.

Not.

"Why are you here?" Atumu groans, leaning against the door frame as he glares up at the dark-haired male. "We need to talk," Sakusa replies, folding his arms.

"Talk? About what?" Atsumu asks, suddenly awake and feeling nervous. "About what happened between the two of us," Sakusa replies. No. No...

Atsumu doesn't want to relive the heartbreak that he took so long to hide. He isn't ready to open the wounds he's taken so long to mend. And yet, here is Sakusa Kiyoomi, ready to tear open the mendings. Atsumu exhales. "When and where," he dully says.

"Now. Right here," Sakusa replies.

Atsumu's eyeballs nearly pop out of its sockets. "Here? Where everyone who passes the hallway can hear?" he asks, peering out of his door to look for people lingering in the hallway. Sakusa rolls his eyes. "Let me in," he replies.

Atsumu stiffens. Why should he?

Not only literally letting Sakusa in, but letting Sakusa into his point of view when they talk about the incident that drove the two apart. Atsumu sighs.

He steps aside and Sakusa removes his shoes, entering the apartment with a grateful dip of his head.

"I have coffee... do you want some?" Atsumu asks, shutting his apartment door and shuffling his way to the kitchen.

Sakusa's heart starts to race. A coffee. A coffee he learnt to love. That coffee was made by no one else but the blonde barista at the cafe years back. "Do you uh... perhaps remember how you made my coffee back at-" "Coffee. Just sugar," Atsumu cuts off.

Sakusa gives a small smile at the dead-looking blonde. "So you do remember," he says. Atsumu flushes red, before looking away and nearly stumbling as he boils hot water for his guest. He turns his back towards the dark-haired to hide his red face. How can he be blushing? This is the guy who had broken his heart, the one who lied to him. But yet, Atsumu had let him in. And now he's making him coffee?

Atsumu gasps as he feels large arms envelope him and a chin rest onto his shoulder. The warmth he craved and longed for ever since the first time it came, the strong arms he loved ever since they wrapped around him. The hug Atsumu had always wanted and missed when Sakusa was no longer there.

"I miss you," Sakusa whispers into Atsumu's ear.

Atsumu does.

But he shouldn't.

This is the man who made him believe that he was special, that he had a place in this world. That he could make others smile. This is the man who provided him the hugs he needed and wanted back then. This is the man who was there for him.

"You probably don't. But even if you don't, please know that I'm-" "Always there for you, whether it's 2am in the morning or random hours in the afternoon," Atsumu says, completing Sakusa's sentence.

"Yeah," Sakusa breathes out.

Atsumu is tired. He's tired of trying to hate him. He's tired of playing games with himself, forcing himself to think that Sakusa is the bad guy. He's tired of not smiling at the dark-haired. He's tired of not being able to ask for his hugs. He's tired of not being able to share OSTs with anyone.

But what he's never tired of is loving Sakusa.

Atsumu breaks down, letting out a sob as he turns around to face Sakusa. He buries himself deep against Sakusa's chest and lets himself bask in the taller male's warmth.

"I miss you too."

(●'ω｀●)

A/n:
They have sort of made up, eh?

So my teachers gave me homework and I am ✨angry✨

It's been 2 months of holiday and now you're only giving us homework to do JSHDHSB GRRRR

AND ITS MATH JJFNEIDDA I HATE MATH