Burning Ice (A Haikyuu AU)

15. Truth

(3rd Person Pov)

Atsumu Miya was unfamiliar with the feeling.

The feeling like he was drowning... but he wasn't fighting it. In fact, he was welcoming it.

Kiyoomi Sakusa was always calm and collected, with a touch of annoyance, but anyone could tell that the girl, Aya Sugawara, and him were extremely close.

A tinge of jealousy clouded his judgement. [Tsumu please, Kiyo's gay]

Aya noticed, as usual, and grinned cheekily at him. "Kiyo's gay."

Kiyo --- who he has named Omi-kun, if only to see him pay some attention to him --- sent her a mock-glare. "Aya, that's private information."

She shrugged. "The look on his face."

Atsumu leaned his back against the solid chest behind him, a picture of innocence.

Kiyo leaned forward, a statue with a calm and slightly mischievous vibes flying off him.

Aya sighed in frustration. Those two. Can't they take the flirting somewhere else? 

Then Kiyoomi gently pressed a cold gun muzzle against Atsumu's temple, bringing him back to reality and to the fact that Omi-kun was incidentally a great Ice fighter.

"Okay Kiyo, take 3 steps backwards." He obeyed, taking Atsumu with him. "Now let go of Miya and walk backwards towards me." She glanced at Atumu. "He's a great shot."

Now behind Tsumu was a fall, which was a great way to break a bone or two, and in front of him is a beautiful boy who was also pointing a gun at his head.

He mentally hit himself. Beautiful boy? It was true though.

Kiyoomi Sakusa is what you would call an icy beauty. Suits him, really. Atsumu thought about his options. Probably not a good idea to make a run for it, as those two had the advantage of numbers. 

Despite their light, fun teasing, Tsumu knew they were two of the most dangerous gang. It was obvious in the way they held themselves, the way Omi-kun held his gun like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Surprisingly, they haven't hurt him yet, which was a strange thing.

Atumu had built an image of the people he had seen in photos over the years. He had imagined the cold fury in their eyes, the careless way they'd murder people...

Not two teenagers who looked about the same age as him, chatting and laughing. 

He nearly sighed in annoyance. It was just that much harder to hate them, especially Omi-kun, with his nearly-black eyes and equally dark hair. 

From a description you would call his eyes dull, or simple, but they were anything but. If you noted the little details, like the small flecks of amber near the pupil, and the dark brown rings around the outside of the eye, you'd find they were full of mysteries.

Atsumu silently admitted to himself that he may be a stalker.

"Astumu Miya." Sugawara (Aya) pulled him out of his thoughts. "Based on my info, your gang is planning on attacking the police station near here, am I right?"

Tsumu froze. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't even try." She sounded a little impatient. "The police know and if you wanted to stay alive, don't go there." She sounded genuine enough, but who's to say she isn't lying? Great at lying was on her information.

She rolled her eyes at his obtuse expression. "Sure, go ahead and get yourselves killed. I tried."

Kiyo and also been listening with interest to this conversation. At this, he raised an eyebrow. "Why not just let them get killed? That's your way of doing things."

"Jeez, you're so annoying!" She protested, punching him lightly on the shoulder. "Why you gotta be like that? I can be nice sometimes!"

Kiyo laughed, and it was the sound of angels to Miya. "So true. I mean, Koshi will definitely agree to that." He glanced at Atsumu, and the laughter faded into a small, gentle smile before he slammed the lid on his emotions.

Kiyo didn't know why. He just felt like smiling at the defiant, confident boy who also happened to be extremely handsome. 

He wanted a bucket of water to dump on his own head. Handsome boy? Really?

Aya hesitated. "Just take it into consideration. Be prepared." She warned.

Kiyoomi took that as a sign to put the gun down. The boy, Atsumu Miya, deftly levered himself up onto the edge of the fence around the roof and jumped down to the next balcony, rolling to avoid getting injured. He waved cheerfully.

"See ya, Aya-kun and Omi-Omi!" He dropped a wink that may have caused Kiyo's breath to drop for 0.00001 seconds. But no one would ever know.

"When did it become Omi-Omi?" Aya watched the disappearing figure in amusement, then dropped the act. "Did I do the right thing?" 

Kiyo looked at her. "I don't know. But to me, yes."

She battled with some hidden enemy, then went back to her teasing self again. "Growing fond of a certain boy, I see." Half-jokingly, though only half.

No answer.

Ha. She thought. Wait, should I be happy or concerned?