one bed // sakuatsu ²

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< author's note > IM THE BOKESALAD LAD WHO WROTE THAT ONE CRINGEY SETTERS CHATFIC FOUR MONTHS AGO LMAO this is a reupload because i am rebranding and i am no longer cringe and i realised that im queer. guys please 

(wrote on : 14th february | published : 5th may 2021)

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The first time they heard of each other.

I.

The moon was beaming bright outside of the Miya household, where Atsumu was staring at his blank ceiling, volleyball in his hands whilst the kotatsu heated his body from the autumn breeze of late September.

"'Tsumu," Osamu mumbled. "I left the fatty tuna for 'ya, Come and get it before I change my mind."

Atsumu shot his body upwards from his slouching position with a grunt, his eyes meeting the sushi in a plastic takeaway container and used wooden chopsticks, a smile tugging on his lips as they did. He grabbed the container and didn't bother taking a new set of chopsticks, using the ones used by Osamu instead.

The latter yawned, stretching his arm to reach the Monthly Volleyball magazine across the kotatsu. His eyes were fatigued, only to be more so as he read the articles hazily.

He spotted a familiar name in one of the articles.

"Oi, this guy's going to your camp, right?" he pointed out while flipping the magazine so his brother could see.

Atsumu dragged his eyes away from the food to the name in bold in kanji.

"Sakusa Kiyoomi?" he reads with a questioning tone, "Who's that? Don't know 'em."

Figured, Osamu thought as he eyed his brother with a glint of disappointment. Atsumu doesn't have enough care for his opponents, with the words "I'm gonna beat 'em anyway.", followed by his own, "At least act interested, it makes 'ya sound like an asshole."

Typical Atsumu.

II.

"He looks like an asshole." was the comment Kiyoomi made when Motoya showed him a photo of Atsumu while they look through the list of players going to the camp.

"Whaaat? You don't judge a book by its cover, I'm sure he's nice! He's the number one high school setter, too!" Motoya tried to snap him out of those judgy eyes.

Kiyoomi tries to, until,

The first time they met.

I.

Motoya was so wrong.

Blond, wears a smirk on a daily basis and taunts people. An asshole.

"Tobio-kun, whose team do you want to be on? Omi-kun or the number one high school setter?" he inquires with a smile far away from genuine. Kiyoomi glared venomously at him but kept his composure. He's just testing you.

"Can I be on your team, Miya-san?"

Kiyoomi pretends to not care. He's just testing you. He's just testing you.

II.

This guy is interesting. He has similar hair to that western singer Aran-kun talked about (Michael Jackson, wasn't it?), his eyes are ebony, either glaring at him or looking uninterested, as if to say, everyone around me is irrelevant. He always wears masks when he's not on court. Atsumu heard him mutter a "No thanks," when a teammate asked for a high five.

He's an asshole.

(Atsumu was not self-aware at the time.)

Miya Atsumu hates Sakusa Kiyoomi, both of them concluded.