Respect (Sakusa x Reader) - DICONTINUED

Black out chills

The boys sit around the black wooden table the same one Bokuto had a lovely nap with his cereal, the three of the disorientated lot have a rather mixture of feelings for the other. Bokuto the only one of the three finding any of this hilarious as he amply takes spoonfuls of his cereal into his large puppy mouth. He sits lazily within the chair his hair sprayed in many different directions of his strands, black and white, everywhere. Sakusa however sits as if he were a disobedient child struck to sit properly atop the stool, his hands and feet rigidly stuck tightly within and under his thighs. A single glass of water stands still, untouched, he breathes steadily behind his thick black mask the furthest away from Atsumu Miya. He, the perpetrator of this whole mess of a situation sits with the ample amount of guilt and skin dragged tears off his back.

Oh the amount of shit he's in.

Hinata the victim in all this drunk, numbness stands scrubbing and singing away within the only bathroom of the building, he asked to go first and despite Sakusa feeling the most disgusted he has ever felt not really wanting to think of the millions of skin cells from being in the same room as them. Sleeping in Hinata's closet of all things, however knowing the situation fully after Atsumu's confession when the small tangerine had vacated for the bathroom he very much deserves to go first. The filth alone that Atsumu brings to the table especially when it only takes a certain someone to reveal what's under those covers, heaving in his mouth, eyes twitching to the glass. However thirsty, ill he is it will take a lot more than that to accept the glass of water presented to him. They don't take long to glare back up at Atsumu his eye bags growing by the second the longer the three try to work out what to do next, never had anyone expected this to happen yet no one expected to get so drunk last night the night before the wedding.

This is horrifying news not that they are afraid of Hinata's reaction it's more yours, you the almighty strength and force that brings their reckoning of an end that much closer. You the most terrifying person that could bring any of them to their knees wetting themselves with that future in mind they sit. And wait.

"We won't talk about it, simples." Bokuto adds within mouthfuls dribbles of the milk spluttering from the side of his lip, despite having everyone believe that he's the teams idiot he's proving quite insightful as of right now.

Looking over at him, both, the pair of them stunned and quite frankly astonished that Bokuto knows no end to his enlightening words before tearing themselves away with a grunt. It's decided they won't mention it again, not him, not Atsumu, and most definitely not Bokuto, a secret they'll take to the grave with them.

Peace amongst them now finding a secret bringing them all together, a truce of sorts only when do the three of them flinch from their skins as the very bright and cheerful source of their misery re-enters the room. His small patters of footsteps scream in the vastness of the empty shallow hallway before being greeted with the most jovial of brotherhood. Taking a step to orient himself in this new situation, rubbing the grey towel into his soft fluffy hair.

"The bathrooms free," within seconds those words left his lips Sakusa is already holding his towel and bathroom essentials but it's Hinata to stop him again. "Why do I have a bite mark on my neck?"

Everything stills, Atsumu breathing quickens, this is the end of a beginning friendship and to think he's the one who did that to him. Remembering vaguely of the night before and fully the morning after dread fills his mind.

"We were playing a drinking game last night, that was just one of the penalties you have." Sakusa says cooly with as much disgust as he can handle in that moment, his eyes wavering over to Atsumun handling the situation poorly.

With that out of the way he heads down the walkway to find the steamy hot bathroom with the tub still full, he sighs, of course he'll now have to drain it. The only person of course he'll ever share skin cells with is yourself alone, no one especially not after this whole debacle will he let someone bathe before him.

Back in the open living-diner-kitchen room the three lounge about, Hinata finally getting some much needed nutrition after a much exciting night on his part. Licking the spoonful of peanut butter spread only now remembering what else he was going to add to the group, sadly Sakusa has gone out to find the hard way. Turning around finding Atsumu giving him strange looks every so often and Bokuto smelling his armpits with a grunt before sending a selfie to god knows who.

"Guys I got to mention-" just then a loud irate scream bellows down from the bathroom, oh god Hinata thinks.

With everyone's attention gathered they all gallop down the hallway, Hinata in front knowing exactly why he's mad after finding his own little treats dotted all over his body. There in the mess of getting changed and stepping into the shower part of the room to scrub away stands a shaking mess of fury and utter shock. Naked, Sakusa Kiyoomi stood naked to his teammates, Bokuto whistling at the sight whilst both Atsumu and Hinata stared down, down and oh there it is. Right above his giant and they would say perfect cock just below the v-line is written '12 inch wood' with an arrow pointing exactly there.

"Look-look at this." Sakusa begins scrubbing thoroughly finding out it's with a pernemant marker and he'll be needing a lot more that soapy water to get rid of it.

They all look collectively and agree.

"Well it ain't wrong." Atsumu adds leaning against the door frame acutely aware of Hinata being right there besides him.

"Shut up Miya!" He growls hastily not wanting anyone else seeing this or him like this for the matter.

Sakusa snarls looking up with the dirtiest look he can ever muster up, the others chills beside him. Bokuto the curious little sausage that he is lifts his own top up with a cheer, thinking that this must be a game. A competition he must win.

There on his abs are a bunch of squiggly lines, doodles, it's only when he turns around lifting his top off completely does he cackle in victory. There right on his shoulder blades are two little wings drawn on with the same black marker.

"Shit, it's not coming off and Y/n is going to kill me." Anxious now after vigorously scrubbing his stomach finding it only becoming rawer and redder by the minute.

"Oh come on, Y/n will love it."

A collective silence builds in the room, as Sakusa stills looking up at Atsumu with not just urgency to remove this but an understanding. If you find him like this not just his pride but his hips will be in danger if you even see a glimpse of this.

Atsumu gulps.

"Right I'll try and find some rubbing alcohol or," he turns to Hinata with an expectant look it is after all his house. "Do you have nail polish remover?"

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Guess what's next?
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