Who's This? // Haikyuu Chatfic // Sakusa x Atsumu

Invited. // Chapter Nine.

"'Tsumu!" Osamu called from the entrance as he toed off his shoes. "Ya got suh'm." The grey-haired boy waved a large envelope in the air.

Atsumu turned around as he sat on the couch, eyebrows furrowed with confusion. His arm draped over the back of the couch as he held his hand out once his eyes caught the envelope.

"Gimme." The blonde said, biting his bottom lip roughly.

Osamu laughed and handed the envelope over, watching as Atsumu tore into it. Atsumu's eyes widened as he read through it, eyes scanning the papers in his hand. Osamu couldn't tell what it was, but he was in shock as he watched his brothers eyes well up with tears.

"Aye! Aye 'Tsumu! What happened? What's in that?!" Osamu was worried, immediately rushing around the couch and taking a seat beside Atsumu.

Atsumu looked up at Osamu, a smile breaking through the tears.

"I-I got invited to the Japan National Youth Intensive Training Camp..." Atsumu said through sniffles.

While he seemed to be a pretty cocky individual, when he got good news about something he was so incredibly passionate about — like volleyball — then he was absolutely gonna be a huge baby about it.

Osamu blinked a few times before a smile appeared on his face. He used the towel that was draped over his shoulder and wiped Atsumu's tears with a laugh. He pat the blondes head.

"Congrats, 'Tsumu." He said, a sigh of relief slipping out of him.

Atsumu chuckled and used the sleeves of his hoodie to wipe his eyes.

"Sorry fer cryin.' I was just really excited." Atsumu laughed. Osamu nodded and stood back up.

"S'alright." Osamu replied, walking to the kitchen. "I'm proud o' ya, 'Tsumu. Ya made it!" He called back. "I'll make sushi for dinner ta celebrate, how's that sound? Fatty tuna'll be the main course for ya, o'course."

Atsumu smiled brightly and nodded at Osamu. Osamu smiled and began to prepare the food.

Atsumu pulled out his phone happily, clicking on Kiyoomi's messages and vigorously typing.

=Atsumu's Phone: 4:28 PM=

Atsumu:
Omi! Guess what?

Omi-Omi:
Hm?

Atsumu:
I just got a letterrrr~

Omi-Omi:
Uh huh. And how does that
concern me, exactly?

Atsumu:
Doesn't!

I'm just excited and wanted
to tell ya about it!

It's big newsss~

Omi-Omi:
Ah, okay. Let me start again.
Ahem.

Oh, Atsumu! What is it? I'm dying
to know!

Atsumu:
Always the actor, huh, Omi?

Omi-Omi:
You know me so well~

Atsumu:
Yeah, yeah.

Anyways. It's about that Youth
Intensive Training Camp.

I got invited to go this year!
seen: 4:36 PM
____

In Tokyo~

Kiyoomi blinked rapidly. He knew he'd left Atsumu on read, and he felt bad sure, but he was now dealing with something more important than Atsumu being pouty about a delayed response.

Kiyoomi stared at the opened envelope on the coffee table, taking in a deep, shaky breath.

Around an hour ago, he'd gotten the same letter Atsumu must've gotten. It said he was invited to the Japanese National Youth Intensive Training Camp in a couple of weeks.

Kiyoomi laughed, replying to Atsumu long forgotten as he stared at the ceiling. Was he having a meltdown? Possibly. Kiyoomi had spent the last two weeks preparing himself to meet Atsumu during National's, definitely not in two weeks.

Why must the gods do this to him? He flexed his fingers, phone beside him on the couch as he reached towards the ceiling and gripping at air as though he were trying to choke whoever made this happen.

It took him a moment, but he'd managed to calm himself and finally remembered to reply to Atsumu.

=Kiyoomi's Phone: 4:57 PM=

Omi-Omi:
Congratulations, Atsumu!

I'm happy for you.

Atsumu:
Thanks, Omi. What took ya so
long?

Omi-Omi:
Oh.

My mother wanted me to help
her with something

Atsumu:
Hm.

Alright! Anyways! I'm so excited!

I leave in 2 weeks and it's about a
week long so I probably won't be
around until I'm on the train back to
Hyogo...

Omi-Omi:
It's okay, Atsumu. Honest.

I'm proud of you for making
it to the Training Camp.

Atsumu:
Mmh...

Well, if you're sure then I suppose!

Ah! I gotta tell the team! Talk to ya later, Omi!

Omi-Omi:
See you, Atsumu.
seen: 5:15 PM
____

Kiyoomi gulped and placed his phone face down on the coffee table. He messaged Komori and told him to come over immediately, not even waiting for a response as he moved to the kitchen and grabbed a cup, filling it with tap water and chugging it down as he tried to process all of this.

Of course, not even the water helped him ease his mind. But Komori always had. Komori always helped when Kiyoomi would put his thoughts out into the air, scrambled around and all over the place. Komori would decipher the codes and help him get his thoughts into order.

Kiyoomi anxiously waiting for Komori to come, and he did, they spent the next two hours sorting out Kiyoomi's thoughts and coming up with a plan.

Komori had been invited to the camp as well, so it would likely make the plan play out better.

Kiyoomi paced around the kitchen, thinking the plan over in his head before suddenly turning towards Komori.

"Thanks." He sighed. "I... I think we've got this." He smiled a bit.

Komori laughed. "Hell yeah we do."
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~Ashyl🤍