𝑐𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑒 / 𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢

𝐹𝐼𝐹𝑇𝑌-𝐸𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇

"So you made me stop hugging you because you need to mail a letter?" Sakusa asks as Atsumu drags him to the exit of the apartment building. "Yes, Omi. This letter is important, okay? It's for my parents. And my idiot brother," Atsumu replies.

Sakusa huffs, folding his arms and looking away. Atsumu glances at the sulking male and smiles. A sulking Sakusa? How rare. Even back in Junior High has he never seen a childish Sakusa.

Atsumu reaches out and pinches Sakusa's cheek, causing the sulking male to glare at him. "What are you doing?" Sakusa asks, his voice garbled due to his cheek being squished by Atsumu. "You're so cute when you're angry, Omi Omi!" Atsumu chirps, his eyes curving and becoming an eye smile.

Sakusa smiles a little before frowning. "I'm not cute," he says. "Sure you aren't. You're the cutest. I mean, second cutest. I'm first," Atsumu says, releasing Sakusa's cheek. "Yes, Atsumu is the cutest," Sakusa says, using both of his hands to press both of Atsumu's cheeks together.

Atsumu's face scrunches up as Sakusa brings his hands closer together, making Atsumu look like an angry puffer fish. Sakusa chuckles. "You're so cute. You know, you should be Mrs Puff instead of Spongebob," he comments.

Atsumu sticks his tongue out, and Sakusa releases Atsumu's face. "Go mail that letter so I can hug you more," Sakusa demands, pointing to the mailbox near the bus stop opposite them.

The mailbox is situated at the opposite sidewalk, and between the pavements is a road with cars whizzing past. "Yes sir yes sir," Atsumu jokes, dragging Sakusa along with him towards the traffic light.

As they wait for the red man to turn green, Atsumu inhales deeply. It's beautiful in Autumn, where the leaves are golden, brown, red, orange and yellow all mixed together. It's even more beautiful now that the man he loves is right next to him.

The red man turns green, and Atsumu and the others start to cross. "You know, Omi. When you and I weren't on good terms yet-" "I haven't realized how much I miss you saying 'Omi'," Sakusa interrupts.

Atsumu raises his brows as he looks at Sakusa. "You do? You miss being called 'Omi'?" he asks. "I thought you hated it."

"I never said that. And I could never hate it. I could never hate you," Sakusa says, sliding his hand into Atsumu's. Atsumu looks down at their intertwined hands and smiles.

They're together.

They're in love.

"Oh my God, Atsumu. Look out!"

Sakusa grabs Atsumu and turns them around. Atsumu's eyes fly open in shock and confusion before a loud skidding sound can be heard.

Atsumu can't process anything, and the next thing he knows, he's on the road, his head against the black bumpy road.

Screams pierce the quiet air, and Atsumu blinks. What's happening? Where's Sakusa?

"Omi," he whispers weakly.

His head is spinning, and the world is spinning.

Atsumu manages to prop himself up on his elbows, groaning in pain. He looks around, before spotting the dark-haired next to him.

Lying face-down.

With a pool of blood surrounding him.

Atsumu lets out a shriek before reaching out and shaking Sakusa vigorously. "Omi? Omi!" he yells, tears pooling in his eyes.

Sakusa doesn't reply.

"Fucking- Omi! Tell me something! Anything at all!" Atsumu screams, tears rushing down his face as Sakusa continues to remain silent with his head facing downwards.

"Goddamn it!" Atsumu shouts, pounding his fist against the black concrete.

He just made up with Sakusa. He had just gotten into his arms he has missed and craved for for so long. He had just seen Sakusa's smile, something he was so possessive and eager about.

But of course, the world worked in a way where everything is not fair.

Because not only would they take away Sakusa once.

They'd take him away twice.

^o^

A/n:
Yes :D

More drama :D

And I know in my teaser I wouldn't say the f word but it suits the context well so oops

Also,

KDNDJSJD I GOT A 65 FOR MY WRITING PROGRAMME ESSAYS WHAT

NO I AM NOT HAPPY DJDJJD

I am sad :,)

I wanted a 75 :,)

But yes the world is not fair >:0