A Lair's Truth (Atsumu x Sakusa)

T MINUS THREE YEARS BEFORE THE WEDDING

"No, listen to this," Atsumu insists, making big, dramatic motions with his hands, "Samu's sayin' he wants to change his menu up and experiment with new flavors 'n shit but what am I supposed to do if he gets rid of fatty tuna?"

"You do know he's your brother, right?" Sakusa deadpans through his toothbrush, leaning against the bathroom counter, "He is literally your twin. You have the rest of your lives to ask him to cook you food, whenever you want. Your fatty tuna onigiri isn't gonna disappear off the face of the Earth."

"Yeah, but still," Atsumu complains, resting his elbows on his thighs, "It's," He winces for a second, and there's a splash noise, before he continues talking. "It's a good fuckin' flavor, okay?"

Sakusa shrugs, turning the tap on and spitting toothpaste into the sink, as Atsumu starts cleaning himself before he flushes the toilet.

He stands up and pulls his boxers back up.

Atsumu walks up behind Sakusa, resting a chin on his shoulder. "Ah, you always look so good in the mornings, Omi-Omi."

Sakusa gargles and spits, then makes a face at Atsumu through the mirror. "Wash your fucking hands, you idiot. I told you not to eat the oysters."

"Yeah, yeah," Atsumu sighs, pushing against him to stick his hands under the running water, "They were good, though."

They're quiet for a few moments, until Atsumu turns his head with a sly smile. "Morning sex?"

Sakusa scrunches up his nose.

"What?" Atsumu says, defensive, "It's my turn to top. 'Sides, I'll eat yer ass."

Sakusa blinks.

"Okay."

Atsumu beams, switching off the tap. "Yer always so easy."

As they walk out the bathroom, Sakusa realizes something.

Something very important, very weird, and very concerning.

"Atsumu."

"Hm?" Atsumu hums without turning around, heading towards their bed.

(They've turned Atsumu's old bedroom into a guest room aka The Osamu Room, and bought a king sized bed for sharing. The perks of having money to spare. They love being Olympians.)

"I'm in love with you."

Atsumu comes to a complete halt.

He slowly turns around, faces Sakusa, expression unreadable. "Omi?"

"What?"

"You've never said that to me before." Atsumu mumbles. He looks like he's not really present in the world right now.

"Yeah."

"We've been dating for almost two years." Atsumu continues. "I say it to ya all the time."

"You do." Sakusa nods. He feels just as shell-shocked as Atsumu does. Probably.

"Why..." Atsumu blinks, looking like he's about to burst into tears, "Why are ya saying it now?"

"Well, I just brushed my teeth next to you while you took a shit and I still really wanna have sex with you."

"That's a pretty good indication, yeah." Atsumu laughs, tears finally falling, "Can ya kiss me and say it again?"

Sakusa closes the distance between them, wrapping his arms around him, kissing him on the nose as he says, "I love you."

Atsumu is crying in earnest now, hands reaching up to cup Sakusa's face.

"I love you too." He says, kissing him on the lips, "I love you so much. God, I'm gonna fuck the soul outta ya."

Sakusa thinks back to all the years he'd spent feeling terrified, thinking he'd never be able to live his life and be happy, thinking he'd never get this, thinking nothing would be worth going to hell and losing his parents over.

He looks at the man in front of him and thinks, this sure is.

This is worth it.

"I love you." He repeats against Atsumu's lips, "I love you." He makes up for the years he's wasted not saying it.

The smile on his face is something Sakusa knows he'll keep in his memory and cherish for the rest of his life.

Miya Atsumu can drag him head first straight into hell, for all he cares. It's worth it.