✓ Rivals - SakuAtsu

I: Fault -

First chap was misleading im sorry 😣

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Atsumu walked down the hallways of the Gymnasium. He opened the door to a door labeled, Storage Room. He looked around the room and thought, good, no people. 

He lifted up his head and looked at the clock that hanged on the wall. Okay, ten minutes to do this.

He quickly reached for his phone in his pocket and opened up messages. He clicked on his boyfriend's contact to ask where he was. Of course, his grammar was, questionable for a high schooler.

Atsumu had just lost to Karasuno, another high school volleyball team. And yes, he felt like crying and comparing himself to his brother, but his hot boyfriend was in the same building as him. So, Atsumu might as well just hold it in till he gets under his bedsheets. yayyyy. . .

(PS Just figured out last sentence sounds like Atsusmu wants to be under his boyfriend's bedsheets. NO. He wants to cry in his OWN room, under HIS bedsheets. Fucking dirty minded weirdos 😒😒)

But, after seconds of texting his partner his location he came bargaining into the room. He placed himself on the bench were Atsumu was sitting before glancing him up and down. Something about his more than usual raveled hair and sloppy uniform made him confused. He suddenly asked, "What's wrong?"

Atsumu resulted in sighing. Whenever he lied he would avoid eye contact, bite the inside of his cheek, or do something else that made it obvious he was lying. He was a terrible liar, basically.

 "I— Well— we lost to Karasuno."

"But, you guys trained so hard.."

"We did and we lost!"

"There's always next year, Atsumu."

He started to tremble slightly. Sobs broke out from behind his hands. Sakusa mentally screamed in germaphobe before putting his arms around Atsumu, trying to comfort him. "Atsumu.."

"I hate everything."

"Would you like me to treat you to ice cream tomorrow?"

"..."

Sakusa laughed slightly, "I'll take that as a yes."