A Lair's Truth (Atsumu x Sakusa)

T MINUS 45 MINUTES TO THE WEDDING

"Hey, Rin." Osamu says, staring at the sky instead of at the man beside him, "Ya think we could've gotten married?"

Suna doesn't even seem taken aback by the question. He laughs and answers, "Probably not."

Osamu swivels his head to the side and gives him an offended look. "Why the hell not? Ya sayin' I wouldn't have made a good husband?"

"M'sayin' we were practically already married considerin' how long we were together 'n we got a divorce." He points out.

Osamu can't deny that, but he's still bitter. "Whatever."

Suna smiles gently, nudging him. "Why? Ya miss me?"

"Get over yerself." Osamu scoffs, biting back his own smile.

He did miss Suna Rintarou. No matter what, they were still together for nearly ten years, after all.

They sit in comfortable silence for a little while, letting the background noises of wedding preparations and the chatter of volleyball players take over.

It's Suna who suddenly asks, "Is it true that ya went hikin' with Atsumu to deal with yer breakups?"

"Yep." Osamu confirms. "Climbed a goddamn mountain 'n once we got to the top, we screamed our fuckin' heads off 'til we were exhausted 'n hiked back down."

"Ya yelled yer woes into the sky?" Suna teases, "How cinematic of ya."

"What can I say, Sunarin? Ya broke my heart." Osamu jokes except he isn't really joking.

Suna chuckles and it sounds sad, but he doesn't say anything about it.

"Hey, Rin." Osamu says again and Suna hums in response.

"Where d'ya think we went wrong?" He asks, kicking a pebble, staring at the ground, at anything but him. "Ya think we just didn't love each other enough?"

Suna shakes his head. "Not that. I dunno 'bout anythin' else, but it wasn't that."

They're quiet again, for a little longer this time, and Osamu breathes out a laugh as he remembers something Atsumu had told him.

And suddenly, it all makes more sense.

"S'not that we didn't love each other enough," Osamu thinks out loud, "It's that we loved each other differently."

This seems to be the thing that gets to Suna. He looks at him. "What does that mean?"

"Back then, in the fuckin' mountains, I asked Atsumu if he wasn't tired of cryin' all the time, if he didn't wanna just... give up 'n leave him 'n find someone who wasn't carryin' so much baggage." Osamu explains, "And he looked at me like I was fuckin' insane."

Suna snorts. "Sounds like 'im."

"Said that no matter how miserable he and his Omi get, he knows for a fact that they'd be more miserable without each other 'n that's just how it is." Osamu sighs, leaning back, "Said he'd never let go of 'im because he loved him too much to let 'im do that to them."

Suna continues to stare, waiting.

"They loved each other enough to know not to let go," He explains, "and we loved each other enough to know that we had to."

Osamu pauses, looks at him and repeats, "S'not that we didn't love each other enough, it's that we loved each other differently."

It takes a second to sink in, but when it does, Suna smiles, looks up at the sky as if to appreciate the weather, but Osamu knows it's to hold back tears.

"M'always gonna love ya, Miya Osamu." He says it like it's just fact. "Maybe not in love .... but love, all the same."

Osamu doesn't say anything back, because he knows that Suna knows.

Instead, "Those two are lucky as hell, aren't they? I'll never fuckin' let Tsumu forget it."

Suna laughs. "I don't think he ever could."