𝘄𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 || 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂

26

atsumu was right. it wasn't the last time.

They hung out atleast once a week alone, and multiple times a week at the cafeteria when their lunch times synced up.

It had been almost a year since the first time they had gone out, and there had been countless other hangouts, but only a few of them had really stuck with Sakusa.

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The second time, they had gone out, they went to get coffee at some quiet retro looking cafe. Sakusa had gotten a simple black coffee, and Atsumu had settled on a mocha and a slice of cheesecake.

Atsumu had teased Sakusa for getting a drink that complimented his personality perfectly, while Sakusa scrunched his nose up in disgust when he spotted Atsumu pouring sugar and creamer atsumu into his coffee.

Overall the experience was nice, except for the fact that when Sakusa took off the lid of his hot coffee, the sun's golden rays reflected off of the dark liquid. That should've been a normal sight, it had even been something Sakusa had seen before, but for some reason, the coffee reminded Sakusa of Atsumu's eyes.

That had sucked. Because since then, Sakusa has had to restrain himself from inspecting every little color and speck in Atsumus eyes.

Atsumus eyes, had soon become Sakusas favorite color, and his favorite part of Atsumu.

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The next few times they had hung out, they ended up going to the same cafe, and ordering basically the same stuff.

Everything was normal, except for the strange connection that Sakusa had felt between him and Atsumu whenever he took a sip of his coffee.

The reason they probably stopped going there and started going elsewhere was because Atsumu got sick of the sweet cakes. He had tried all of them, multiple times, and they no longer seemed as interesting to him.

Atsumu wasn't the only one who was sick of the cafe. Sakusa was too. He hated how Atsumu always made a mess and always got crumbs on the side of his cheeks. He hated how he always wanted to reach out and wipe them off. He hated how he didn't know why he wanted to do that.

he was confused. he was disgusted. he was filled with weird tingly sensations in his stomach.

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anyways...

as mentioned before- at some point they decided they no longer wanted to spend their weekly hangout at the retro cafe.

so- they ended up looking for other places to hang out, and decided on a somewhat popular neon arcade place.

the first time they went there, atsumu wore a crop top.

a fucking crop top.

the worst part about it was gat he was fucking hot in it. to say he looked good in it was an understatement. sakusa was indeed wowed. atsumus slender, toned stomach was out on display, along with his belly button piercing (YES A FRICKING BELLY BUTTON PIERCING) and it was fucking hot. Not to mention the fact that he sported tight jeans, along with it showing off his slight curvy hips and his buttox.

the light pink shirt also complimented his hair perfectly. The piss yellow hair looked so much softer and lighter and less pissier with it on.

he was gorgeous. (not something you'd expect sakusa to say but cmon everyone- even germaphobes- can appreciate some fine piece of ass)

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there's more hangouts that sakusa remembers, so much more, because he values every hang out, but those are the ones he values the most.

because since then, he has found himself wanting to kiss atsumu, in parts other than his lips.

he has found himself staring into his eyes.

found himself actually using his first name instead of his last.

and has valued each outfit that has been worn by the twin.

worst of all, he found himself craving atsumus touch, found himself looking forward to the hang outs.