Phobias- Sakusa x Atsumu

Chapter 11- Hangout

Atsumu POV

 I laid on my bed bored to hell. I scrolled through my Instagram feed, sucking on a straw that lead to my banana milk. I sighed as I changed position. I was now lying on my tummy. If only Sakusa wasn't busy today, I wouldn't be bored to death. 

Sakusa POV ( Last night) 

"Should I, or should I not?" I debated. I found Atsumu's Instagram account and stared at his pictures. My fingers were far away as possible from the like button. Scared that I would accidentally like it, and expose myself. There were pictures of him at a cat cafe, and a picture of him and the two other people at that same boba tea shop. I stared at the person who looked exactly like Atsumu. "Maybe they're twins?" I mumbled. I stared closer, and my jaws dropped. In the background, there was a huge painting of ME and ATSUMU. I covered my face as my temperature rise. "W-why are we k-kissing?!" Questions filled my head. I was so occupied with Atsumu that I didn't even notice the big fucking painting that hung right in the middle of the wall-

-WAIT! If it was that big...did Atsumu notice it? If he did...why didn't he say anything? Didn't he say he wasn't fond of gays? Questions, questions, and more questions raced through my head. 
Then my head popped up.

"He even asked me to hang out! Does he like me back?!" I gulped. What if he wasn't actually homophobic? I stared back at the screen, contemplating if I should follow him, and DM him. I suddenly pulled my hands back from my mouth. I stared at the chewed-up nails. "I thought I already broke that habit," I whispered. "It's unsanitary," I shook my head and got up to wash my hand. Only to come back with Atsumu racing in my head. 

(Next Day) 

I only had 3 hours of sleep as I kept looking through Atsumu's Instagram account. "Kiyoomi dear, breakfast is ready!" My grandmother yelled from downstairs. I got up and went down. I greeted her with a bow and tiredly sat down at the dinner table. "Oh dear, it looks like you haven't slept a wink! " She said looking at the bags under my eyes. I yawned.

 "Don't worry about it granny," I said, taking the chopstick and wiping the end before taking a bite of my rice. Granny was the first and only person to acknowledge my phobia. She would deep clean her whole house just so I could come over. It's always cleaned up nicely. I could tell that she loved me a lot, and we were always really close. 

I then lazily looked at my phone. Half asleep,  I blinked for a split second. The last thing I saw was my finger reaching for the screen to scroll. But I opened back up, only to see the horror. I woke up immediately and dropped my chopstick. My grandmother turned around, concerned. "NO!" I shouted, about to unfollow Atsumu. But suddenly stopped. It would look even weirder if he saw a notification of me following him but then noticed that I unfollowed him again. I sighed in defeat and dropped my phone onto the table. Still, I felt a little hint of excitement. 

 "Are you..okay?" My grandmother asked, running over to check on me.

 "It's fine Granny, it's just a "small" mistake," I said, trying to reassure her. 

She took a glance at my phone and looked back at me. "It's okay Kiyoomi, why don't you get out of your old grandma's house and walk around the neighborhood?" She said. 

"It's okay granny, I think I want to rest today," I said rubbing my temple. 
"No no! You go and message that boy on your phone and go make some friends!" She pulled me up from my chair and pushed me to my room. 

"G-granny! What about breakfast?!" I yelled in shock. 

"Go have breakfast with your friend! You can't always rot yourself in this old woman's house!" She said. She chose violence today...