Heartbeat // SakuAtsu Angst

Heartbeat

warning: fluff to major angst

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Sakusa rested his chin upon the highest part of the couch cushion, a prolonged flowery scent making its presence known (though not in an overpowering way - instead inviting itself in as if worn down by the rain, with only the purest part of the smell surviving to make another day).

The corner of his lips quirked upwards in the smallest of smiles as Atsumu's chipper yet harmonious hum quietly emanated from the kitchen, tired eyes following the man's movements as he gracefully danced around the kitchen.

Just as Sakusa found himself most comfortable, however, the sound abruptly stopped, and he glanced up to see Atsumu lazily smiling at him from over the countertop.

"Hey there, sleepyhead."

Sakusa sighed, turning his head and letting it sink into the cushion. "Why'd you have to go and stop?"

Atsumu chuckled, and a devious grin crept upon his face. With a raised brow and a hand on his hip, he kept up his smirk. "So, yer saying ya were checkin' me out?"

Having been used to the man's constant flirting and teasing, Sakusa was able to fight back the childish blush on his cheeks, tossing back a smile of his own. "It's a possibility."

Although at first surprised, Atsumu began to look oddly pleased with himself, and Sakusa let out a light laugh at the former's rambling.

"Did you need something?" the black-haired man finally asked after a minute or so, eyes still trained upon Atsumu and expressing nothing but fondness.

"Hm...? Oh!" The man ran his hands through his hair and Sakusa watched as the corners of his eyes crinkled. Sakusa didn't bother hiding his slight frown, prompted by the usually stress-induced action. "Nevermind, Omi Omi, it's alright~"

Sakusa paused for a moment, keeping an awkward silence between them. Just as Atsumu was about to speak, however, he broke the silence himself. "No, tell me what you need."

"Omi, seriously, It's noth-"

"Hey, it's fine," Sakusa replied softly yet sternly, capturing the golden-haired man's attention. "I don't want you to be all stressed. And if it's really a problem, I'll tell you."
Atsumu let out a sigh, though he had a contrasting smile on his face. "Ya really do know how to read my soul, huh? Freaky."
"I'd sure hope I know one or two things about my own fiancé."

The golden-haired man remained entirely still for all of 3 seconds before bursting out into the happiest grin Sakusa had ever seen. "Oh, Omi, how you make me swoon!"

Sakusa chuckled, but didn't back down. "Yeah, yeah. Now, what did you need?"

Atsumu let out a low hum. "It's... I just need to grab stuff for dinner and whatnot. I was gonna ask you, but I know how you don't like crowds, germs, and all that jazz." He shook his head. "It's really fine, I'll go. It'll only take like, 30 minutes tops anyway."
In the midst of his word vomit, Sakusa walked to Atsumu's side and placed a firm hand on his shoulder, causing the latter's shoulders to unstiffen as he turned around to meet Sakusa's eyes. "It's fine," he said smoothly. "I'll go."
"Eh? Oh, no," Atsumu smiled sheepishly, shaking his head once more, "Really, Omi. I don't want to bother y-"

"You always have to go out because of me, and it's not fair that you're always working so hard. I'll go out - it's just a simple grocery trip," Sakusa reaffirmed, attempting to convince the both of them that it'd be fine. "I've been going out more with your help. Besides, I'm sure I can handle something as easy as grabbing a few ingredients."

Atsumu hesitated, biting his lip and raising a brow. "You sure...?"

"Yeah."
After a moment of silence between the two, Atsumu softly smiled, letting out a small chuckle. "Alright, Omi. Just make sure to call me if you need help, 'kay?"