In Three Months' Time (Haikyuu)

II: Reminiscent

The next day came, and Atsumu woke up with stinging eyes, "this is what you get for being such a cry baby," Atsumu whispers to himself before moving to the bathroom to wash his face.

Atsumu looked at himself in the mirror and sighed when his eyes were red and puffy. He ran his hand through his hair, "what a great way to start the morning," he whispers and walks into the shower to change into clothes that aren't his.

Changing into clothes they prepared for guests made Atsumu feel like he's unwelcome in his own home, but he decided to push the thought away and thinks that he should be thankful that Sakusa gave him the three months he asked for.

Atsumu walked into the kitchen and took out his phone to play a song as he cooks. He took some eggs, bacon, and butter from the refrigerator before taking some packed rice from the shelf. He washed the rice before placing it in the rice cooker, and as he prepares breakfast, he is reminded of the time when he and Kiyoomi would prepare their breakfast together.

As Atsumu covers the rice cooker, his eyes close, and he imagines Sakusa's phantom limbs wrapped around his waist. He pretends like Sakusa's still there, peppering him with kisses as he cooks the rice.

Atsumu opens his eyes and scoffs at the reality that the arms he feels wrapped around his waist and the kisses he feels on his skin are nothing but a fragment of his imagination. He moves to fry the eggs and bacon. As he cracks the egg and lets it fry on the pan, their song plays. It felt like faith was mocking him because the moment he hears the song, he remembers the time Kiyoomi would stretch out his hand for him to take. They'd dance in the kitchen while the scent of their food fills the kitchen.

Atsumu could feel his tears pricking his eyes but immediately blinks them away when he hears Sakusa enter the kitchen and pull a chair.

"Good morning, Omi," Atsumu greets, his voice cheerful and fake. Sakusa turns to him and nods before saying, "I want coffee. You still remember how I like it, right?"

Atsumu nods, "of course, I do. How can I forget," he says and chuckles before turning to the wall cabinet to take out Sakusa's favorite mug.

Black coffee with two sugar cubes and one teaspoon of creamer.

How can Atsumu forget when he's made the same cup of coffee every day for the past seven years of their marriage? He's certain he can make Kiyoomi his cup of coffee even if he's half-asleep. He's done it before. Every time he would give Kiyoomi his cup, he would reward Atsumu with a kiss and tell him he's the best husband in the world, but now, he doesn't receive a kiss, nor does he receive praise as he sets the cup on the table.

"Thanks," That's the only thing he receives. It hurts, but what can he do? He was the one who asked Kiyoomi to stay despite him wanting to leave, so receiving a simple thank you is plenty enough.

"Sure, just tell me if you need anything else," Atsumu says and pecks Kiyoomi's cheek, relieved that Kiyoomi didn't move away, before returning to the stove where the eggs and bacon are cooking.

Atsumu takes a deep breath to stop himself from crying. He tilts his head up before returning to cooking. He doesn't know how he's going to survive three months of this but he'll make sure he won't cry in front of Kiyoomi during those three months. He'll just have to endure. That's the only thing he can do.

Three pieces of bacon, two pieces of egg with half-cooked yolks, half a cup of brown rice, two slices of wheat bread with cream cheese spread, and a pinch bowl of greek yogurt.

Atsumu prepares all these in front of Sakusa because that's his favorite breakfast on Saturday mornings.

"Enjoy," Atsumu says and takes a seat on the other end of the table.