the chaotic adventures of sakuatsu.

•Memories•

who needs memories?

inarizaki's motto as usual. it was all written and posted on the benches, claiming why would you want your memories anyways. it's such a waste of time they say, not important they say.

but that's not the case for the inarizaki's setter, miya atsumu.

he was known as the number 1 setter in japan, he was acknowledge by everyone, complimented him, and basically worshipping him.

he would've always thought that they'll be always here, to remind him that he's the best. so why need memories?

he didn't need memories. like i said

who needs memories anyways?

not until it was all fucked up when someone special, unique, and challenging entered into his life.

it was a life changing turn of events. he would feel something deep inside him. he would unconsciously stare at this person, watching as he takes a flight in the air, spiking the ball that he sets and slamming it on the floor.

he was intrigued by the spiker's beauty, his techniques, his inrelligence and even his coldness to the blonde.

it was all fascinating.

he was constantly trying his best to talk to the male yet he pushed him away, due to his phobia of germs and people.

atsumu understands it yet never failed to surprise him. he would constantly wear a mask when he was near kiyoomi, applying hand sanitizer countless of times in front of him, making sure he has enough space between them so that the spiker felt comfortable, bringing umeboshi onigiris since he knew he likes them.

he tried and tried until the spiker warmed up to him. he felt he was in bliss, the euphoric feeling swarming his little love sick heart.

eventually, they became friends. atsumu would constantly spam his phone with messages, occasionally asking if he wanted to hang out, taking a bullet train from hyogo all the way to tokyo, asking komori for permission to take sakusa out for just a friensly date which komori would tease him to it.

everything is perfect, really perfect.

he would take notes on sakusa's little flaws and guestures. from his two little moles above his right eyebrow, his onyx doe eyes, and his porceilan skin glistening on the sun's light. ans his lios who where begging for him to taste it, just one.

he had realized himself he had fallen hard for sakusa kiyoomi.

he was happy, and contented.

who needs memories?

he had always use that motto, reassuringly him.

not untim sakysa kiyoomi was nowhere to be found.

it seems to be cruel for atsumu. he would text him yet no one replied. he would call him yet no one answered. calling komori and asking him where sakusa is but he didn't answer.

it was crucial and exhausting yet he didn't gave up. so he decides to choose the last option available.

arriving at tokyo, it feels nostalgic for him. every time he would walk pass by the street, he would remember their afternoon walk down the road.

arriving in front of the spiker's house, no one answered. he sighed, calling him out yet no one answered.

he sighs, walking towards a nearby park which they would also continuously hang out.

looking around, he admires the nature's beauty, as he stopped and stared at the true beauty in font of him, a couple meters away from him.

he saw the ravanette yet someone's accompanying him. his face drops once he saw how the ravanette's face was etched into something similar to him.

he was genuinely laughing, which was the first time he saw it. he saw how kiyoomi would touch his arm, or the other way around. he studied his face and realized something.

kiyoomi has his eyes over someone else.

atsumu gulps, retracting and stepping aback. he watches the scene unfold as the man beside kiyoomi suddenly kissed his cheek, kiyoomi's face reddening.

snap.

atsumu heard something snap. he touched his face as he comprehend anything. he was crying.

that honey-like voice rung through his ears "atsumu?" he looks up, his face was pathetically shown in front of the man that he fell over heels.

before anything could register in his mind, he sprinted off. he ran, and ran, wanting to run away from the heart break, running away from the man he fell for. all the scenarios of the two came flooding inside of his head, swirling and making him dizzy. he really thought that he would occasionally have him by his side.

what was he kidding? they aren't even dating, hell it was all a one sided love. atsumu cried, realizing his bitter mistakes that he made.

who needs memories they say?

atsumu needs them, helplessly as i say.

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HEY HEY HEYYYY! I felt abit angsty so i decided to write a short one. It doesn't make any sense but yeah.

ANYWAYS LOVE Y'ALL AND PAECEEEE OUTTT!