The five times I fell in love with you

Sakusa fell in love with Atsumu not one time, not two times, not even four times, but five times. Sakusa fell in love with him five times

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First time

Crunch... Crunch.... The sound of Kiyoomi's heavy footsteps. Every step he takes leaves a fresh, crisp footprint in the deep and white snow, as if he was the only person to have ever been here.

An icy wind blew, sending cascading snowflakes down to the ground. Some would melt, some would stick on building rooftops, and some would fall right into Kiyoomi's raven hair. Kiyoomi was stardusted.

As he walks on snow, he spots a little boy with dark brown chocolate hair building a snowman at the park.

The little boy fascinated him.

Kiyoomi walks up to the boy and the boy's golden eyes meet his own.

"Hello!" The little boy greeted Kiyoomi with the biggest smile he's seen.

"H-hello.." He stutters, greeting him. "What's yer name?" He asks with an accent Kiyoomi has never heard before.

"My name is Kiyoomi... What's yours?" "My name's Atsumu! Ye can call me wha'ever ya want!" "O-okay.." Sakusa mumbles.

"Hey! I got an idea! Wanna help me build a big snowman!" "Sure.. B-but how do you make a snowman?" Kiyoomi asks.

Kiyoomi never really built a snowman before, It was his first time to ever see snow in real life. Usually, he would only see it on TV.

"That's fine! I can teach ya!" "Really?" "Yeah! We'll make the biggest snowman ever!" "Yay!"

The two played with the snow, making gigantic snowmans and snow angels for fun, but after a while, it was time for them both to go home.

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Second time

Sakusa Kiyoomi was now sixteen when he met seventeen-year-old Miya Atsumu for the second time without the other knowing.

It was at the All-Japan Youth Training Camp where only aspiring high school volleyball boys were invited. The gym was already full of people when Kiyoomi arrived at the Camp.

The thought of having to interact and share a room with others was sickening too but at least his cousin, Komori Motoya, was coming with him.

And, really, since he had already set himself to playing volleyball, there was no point not dedicating himself to it, even when it includes interacting with people.

Sure, He enjoyed volleyball, yet it was not enough to make him okay with interacting with other people.

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As he walked around the camp, The first thing he saw was a familiar bleached eyesore saunter across the court, pestering one of the setters from Karasuno.

He remembered him from years ago. He couldn't forget that fascinating (and maybe cute) face that Kiyoomi found one day and now keeps on thinking about secretly as months and years flew by without seeing him.

And to think, Atsumu couldn't do the same for him.

Yet, instead of being pissed off about it, he just simply stares at the fake blonde.

He couldn't help but stare at how beautiful Atsumu looked, how his bleached hair looked so good on him and how it matched his golden brown eyes.

As he stared, he didn't realize that Komori was looking at him, "Who knew that you'd fallen in love with someone here!" Komori says with a smug look, which snaps Kiyoomi back to reality.