ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔖𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔪𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔪

Atsumu was tired.

He didn't want to go to his middle school reunion. See all those faces. Everyone who gave him shit.

And Sakusa.

Kiyoomi.

Fuck, could he even call him Omi? Even call him anything?

Sakusa hated him.

Atsumu closed his eyes, leaning against the wall as he held a plastic red cup. He was dressed in his Inarizaki zip up and jeans.

The punch was very obviously spiked but considering everything, Atsumu needed the alcohol.

People ignored him for the most part, and the ones who did speak to him insulted the Miya teasingly, or flat out cursed him.

A few people had heard of the... homophobic incident, and praised him for his words.

That only made him feel worse.

Halfway through Atsumu noticed Sakusa walk in with his cousin.

He was shocked.

Sakusa hated events like these, crowded and loud. But there he was, disposable blanks and dressed rather sharply, in a black suit with a white T-shirt.

His eyes graced over Atsumu's body, but he looked away.

Atsumu wanted to curl up and die.

He took another large gulp and sighed.

He wished Osamu was there. Why did he have to spend all his time with Suna?

Atsumu refilled his cup, staring into the maroon liquid and seeing his reflection ripple. His chest pounding. His throat closing.

He wanted to cry.

But like hell he was going to cry in front of all the assholes at this party.

Atsumu walked out of the gym, the LEDs disappearing and the music fading as he closed the door. He walked around the building, finding to the staircase to roof.

His calves burned as he reached the top, and his skin was starting to sweat from the alcohol and the exercise.

He walked across the floor and leaned against the rusted railing.

He downed his drink and sighed.

"Fuck," he mumbled with a weak laugh. "The fuck am I gonna do?"

He hadn't told Osamu.

They both agreed to split the bills.

He claimed he got work stealing cars.

Or that's what he had implied.

Really... he just showed up to the races and pleased the winners, men and women. Some paid a pretty penny.

It was humiliating, when he thought about it.

He lowered his head.

He owed Osamu.

So much.

They're the same age so how did Osamu get to be mature? Atsumu wanted to do his part.

But much to his sadness, this was all he could do.

"Fuck... I really am a slut," he mumbled.

He crushed his cup and threw it off the ledge, watching it fall down and bounce on the ground.

Why was he thinking about it now?

He fished out his phone and checked the time.

Ten.