Touch Me [sakuatsu]

Day 12

Atsumu was in a pissy mood, he realized when his alarm went off the next morning. He had classes, then practice and then the team was headed to Tokyo for a match. It was going to be a very long day and he was already tired and cranky.

He thought again about the fight with Omi and felt bad. He should not have walked out. It was just that he had been feeling so restless, so irritable last night that he lost his temper more quickly than normal. And he knew why. He was sexually frustrated. He wanted to have sex with Omi. Right. Fucking. Now. And he couldn't. Because they were going slow.

He felt like he had overreacted last night. He totally understood why Omi felt that way. Hell, he might have reacted the same way himself. So he promised himself they would work it out today. Then he could go back to being sex-starved.

He decided to text Kiyoomi so he would know he wasn't still angry.

Atsumu: morning omi-kun sorry about yesterday lets talk today?

Sakusa: okay have a good day see you at practice

The response drew a small smile from the blonde. Feeling a bit relieved, he then showered and dressed for class and packed for their trip. He was still in a bad mood but maybe not quite as bad after the text exchange with Omi-kun. Classes were boring as expected and, as usual, practice was the highlight of his day. He was a little subdued while playing, at least compared to his normal self, but he still watched Sakusa like a hawk, still appreciated his physical prowess, still yelled to him "nice kill" a few times. By the time he hit the showers, he was feeling less agitated. Oh, he was still sexually frustrated, but now he was physically tired and so it made it seem more manageable.

The bus was leaving after practice, so many of the players were hanging around in the locker room until the appointed time. That meant Sakusa and Miya were not alone like they usually were and couldn't talk. When their teammates noticed Sakusa was done changing, they urged him to come with them to the bus. He wanted to stay because Atsumu was not yet ready to go, but couldn't figure out what to say. He threw his boyfriend (god, they were still boyfriends, right?) a glance as he walked out with the others. Kiyoomi figured they'd have to wait to talk on the bus.

Atsumu was the last one to leave the locker room and noticed that it felt empty without Omi there. He was getting used to their alone time in the tiny space. He finally grabbed his bag and made his way to the bus but when he got on, he was surprised and a bit upset to see that a teammate had already taken the seat next to Sakusa. They would have to wait even longer to talk now. He felt a bit frustrated again as he walked down the aisle to find a seat. When he passed Omi-kun, he could see his dark eyes watching him and thought he saw remorse. Then Atsumu felt even more like a jerk than he already felt. Just. Fucking. Fantastic.

The bus ride was long but uneventful and a few hours later they arrived at the hotel they'd be staying at while in Tokyo. Room assignments were being made and Atsumu was equally thrilled and horrified to be rooming with Kiyoomi. Great, they'd be alone in a hotel room! Wait, they'd be alone. In a hotel room. Fuck. This was going to be torture, he decided, his black mood returning. He briefly wondered if coach would have put them in the same room had he known they were dating and concluded he wouldn't have. Atsumu couldn't decide if he wished coach had known or not.

It was pretty late by the time they got to their room, so both men were pretty tired. The match wasn't until tomorrow afternoon, so they could sleep late in the morning and Atsumu was thankful for that at least. Once room assignments were announced and keys distributed, all of the now travel-weary players made their way to their assigned rooms. Kiyoomi and Atsumu didn't talk on the way to theirs, perhaps from fatigue and maybe because they wanted privacy when they spoke next.