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"Ready for our date?" The casual phrase is made nervous by the tension in his throat. Sakusa tugs at the end of his sleeve, his eyes drifting to the floor. It's off putting, almost like half of his personality stayed asleep while the other got out of bed. I study him for a moment, trying to figure out what's missing, and two things occur to me 1) I have never seen Sakusa Kiyoomi nervous before and 2) he is truly nervous right now.
"Don't be nervous," I not-so-helpfully tell him as I dash on a few finishing touches of eyeliner. "It'll just be you and me, like always." I throw him a cheeky grin, which he doesn't return but doesn't refuse.
"Tch," Sakusa says in a Tsukishima-esque manner. There's a pause, and then he looks at me with a rose-flushed hesitance. Then, softly: "Okay."
Bending down, I swiftly lace up my Dr. Martens before bounding over to Sakusa's side. As soon as he looks at me, I flash him a grin. "I have a feeling that today's going to be the best day ever."
✨
Sakusa and I have just arrived at a local mall when we hear a chorus of shouts.
"YO, OMI OMI!" Atsumu's waving at us like a madman. Osamu and another guy I don't recognize are standing a little ways off from him, clearly annoyed by Atsumu's shouts.
"Sumu, you're so loud. I wouldn't blame them if they walked away right now," says the stranger, a tall boy with dark hair and fox-like features.
"Well excuse me, Susan!" Atsumu complains, continuing to wave insistently.
"Oi." Osamu jabs a finger at Atsumu's chest. "Don't talk to Rin like that."
Atsumu folds his arms. "You're lucky my boyfriend's getting boba, because he would have PUMMELLED YOUR ASS BY NOW!" Osamu makes a wild grab for Atsumu's jacket, which the latter barely avoids. They begin to run around the fox-like boy in circles, sticking their tongues out at each other before somehow ending up on the floor.
Pointedly ignoring them, the boy Atsumu called "Susan" waves at us as we approach.
"Hey. I'm Suna Rintaro. Oh, I know you." He nods at Sakusa, giving him a steely once over in the process. "If I were you, I'd make a run for it... oh, no." His angular eyes double in size. "Oh shit, Atsumu on crack is back." He lets out a groan, his blank face going rigid with a mixture of fear and disgust. Curious, Sakusa and I follow Suna's petrified gaze.
Terushima's sprinting across the tiles, four boba drinks tilting precariously in his arms. His bleached hair has grown out a bit, but he's still sporting his stylish undercut. He's wearing a black tank top with silver chains layered on top, and ripped jeans that fade into an acid wash.
"How is he holding the drinks so securely?" Sakusa asks, slightly flabbergasted. "He must have great balance." In the distance, Terushima slows to a steady trot, stopping periodically to look through the windows of various shops.
Suna shrugs. "I've heard rumors that he can balance a couple side hoes at once, if you know what I mean."
Sakusa's jaw drops. "What —"
"Don't listen to him," I say, interrupting Sakusa's train of thought before it can fly off the rails. Just my luck. I'm on a triple date with two of my exes, my boyfriend, Atsumu, and night-mode Tsukishima. "Terushima's a great guy. His sex life shouldn't speak for his character," I add, feeling the need to stand up for Terushima.
"And how would you know that?" Suna inquires, raising an eyebrow. "Do you know him?" The way he says it implies something darker — there's no doubt about it. Suna definitely suspects that I have a history with Teru, and well, he's not wrong.
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