the more they hung out, the weirder sakusa felt around atsumu. it wasn't a bad weird, either, it was a good weird, one that overtook his stomach with fluttery sensations and brought warmth to his pale cheeks (not the cheeks down there omg 🙄🙄).
at first he thought there was something wrong with him, like maybe he had some sort of disease or something, but that didn't make much sense. So he did what any reasonable, touch-starved, emotionless human being would do.
he asked Google.
that however wasn't the brightest idea.
because there is now way in hell that anxiety and stress is everything he's felt these past months. In fact, being with Atsumu has actually made him less stressed- especially when Atsumu visited him in his dorm and accidentally fell asleep in his bed making his quiet loner apartment seem so much more homey and comforting and safe-
and how the hell was Google about to tell him that Atsumu made him uncomfortable?! fucking shit- not only have they literally slept next to each other before, but they've actually also shared food and drinks, something that Sakusa wouldn't just do with anyone.
Google was an idiot.
It didn't help him at all.
but you know who wasn't an idiot -
and was probably experienced in this weird fluttery butterfly feeling thing field,
Akaashi.
PICTURE CREDS: (idk if this counts as creds but this is where i got the pic from)
anyways next chapter is gonna be kinda fluff and then the chapter after that is gonna be kinda 🙀😯😦🙊🙊⁉️
and then the chapter after that or the chalet we after after that is gonna be something like☹️👀👀🖕🖕🤕🤕💔
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