As the Galaxy Cries

Habromania

-(n) the delusion of happiness

"Like salt into

An open wound,

You poured into

My life, and all

I could think was

Damn, this is going

To hurt like hell"

-r.m. broderick

He should have seen it coming. Like a calm before the storm. Where the sky grows dark, the air becomes thick, and a chill runs down your spine.
Why didn't he see it coming?

Was he blind with hope? Did he care that much? Did he really think that there was a possibility that this time it would be different? This time he would be chosen; this time he wouldn't be the outcast. Shame on him for even holding an ounce of hope that something like that would ever happen.

It made sense that he'd only get to enjoy it for a brief moment like some kind of fever dream. Something that was left with just a fleeting memory and a sour taste in your mouth. Looking back at it now it reminded him of the taste of shiitake mushrooms flavored umami that Samu had forced him to try as a kid.

He should have known by the way he refused to kiss him; noticed the way he only called him after a night of drinking or an exhausting game. But Astumu was so blindly infatuated with the attention he was getting from Saksua that he didn't seem to notice, or didn't seem to care.

Looking back at it now, it was so obvious.

The first night it happened was after their first loss to the Adlers. The team was completely exhausted, frustrated, and upset with their loss that Astumu suggested going to Samu's place for drinks and food. As he liked to call it, 'comfort food.' He should have known by the way Sakusa easily agreed to come with that something was up. Yet Atsumu was again, so enthralled by the idea that Omi agreed to hang out with them outside of practice to tell. Whether he was stupid or naive, Atsumu would, later on, believe that this was the worst choice he could have made.

After countless drinks and terrible jokes, the rest of the team started to scatter, leaving only Atsumu and Omi in their wake.

Why didn't he notice the wandering eyes?

"Come back to my place."

It had been more like a demand than an offer, but through his drunken haze, Atsumu was too quick and eager to distinguish the difference.

"I have two rules. No kissing and no marks."

Atsumu had wanted to ask himself how he got here, but Omi's hands were on his body, and any rationality that he had before was tossed out the window. The night ended up with Omi sleeping soundly beside him, and Astumue looking up at the ceiling, pondering just what happened, and what it now meant.

But Sakusa provided no explanation in the morning; rather telling Atsumu to wash up and leave. Was it just a drunken mistake? Was Omi too embarrassed to talk about what happened between them the night before? Atsumu left Omi's apartment with more unanswered questions and an empty feeling in his gut.

The second time it happened Atsumu knew it wasn't just a mistake.

After winning the semi-finals and taking the team out to celebrate, Astumu found Omi tugging at his sleeve and asking to leave.