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It was nearing ten thirty on a Friday night, Osamu and Suna were out spending some couples time together, leaving Atsumu to himself. Atsumu didn't really mind the time alone, except for the few nights it got bad.

Atsumu, a teen of many insecurities, ones that fill his head at the worst moments, blocking out reality and launching the fake-blonde into a dark place, a place he hasn't yet learned to get out of alone. Atsumu had been trying to deal with these on his own, in fear of scaring away the one person he couldn't stand to lose, his boyfriend, Kiyoomi Sakusa.

You really are as bad as everyone says you are..

Your brother really is the better twin..

You're the worst kind of person..

Your team doesn't actually care about you..

No one cares about you..

No one loves you..

Atsumu took a sharp inhale, the dyed-blonde was sat on his floor, hands pressed firm against his ears in attempt to muffle the thoughts and his sobs. He always tended to play off the things others would tease him about, but on days when it got bad, they'd become overwhelming.

"Just.. stop.." Atsumu cried softly, keeping his knees to his chest a little tighter despite it only making his now hyperventilating worse. "Please.."

Atsumu mumbled broken pleas over and over and over, hoping that his mind would calm, but it didn't. It made Atsumu's panic skyrocket and in one last attempt at calming down, the dyed-blonde reached for his phone with shaky hands. He grabbed it off the floor and frantically went to Sakusa's contact, the only word he could form thanks to the panic clouding his head being 'help'.

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Sakusa hummed softly to himself, the dark-haired was currently listening to Be Nice To Me by The Front Bottoms and finishing up some homework that was due the next day.

He was working in silence as it usually was at his place when Atsumu or Komori weren't over. Well, besides his music there shouldn't have been any noise, which was why Sakusa found it odd when a ding overpowered the sound of his music. Someone had messaged him.

Sakusa tore his eyes away from his homework, rolling his eyes softly and praying he didn't end up getting another unknown number messaging him, it was pretty common. When he checked and seen Atsumu's contact, Sakusa smiled a little, until he seen the actual message.

'Tsumu💞: Help

Sakusa's smile fell and he tensed a little seeing the message, instantly messaging back.

Omi-Omi~❤️: What's going on?
[delivered]

Omi-Omi~❤️: Atsu? You there?
[delivered]

Omi-Omi~❤️: Atsumu??
[delivered]

Sakusa, after still not getting a response, got up, his homework was now second priority. He rushed to the front door, the dark-haired throwing a sweater on alongside his shoes and rushing out the door. Not before sending Atsumu one final message.

Omi-Omi~❤️: I'm coming over.
[delivered]

After that, Sakusa ran, he ran as fast as he could in the direction of the Miya's place. It was times like this among others that Sakusa was glad he moved from his place in Osaka to his new place in Hyōgo.