Beach/Lifeguard Au
"That ass.." - Sakusa arches his eyebrow when he gave a once over at the blonde lifeguards' ass behind his shades when he passes by them.
Sakusa-san has the hots for the blonde lifeguard bathing under the lifeguard tower and his...
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The sun had barely risen the next morning, casting a golden glow over the beach as waves lapped gently at the shore.
The party had stretched long into the night at the beach house, but now, remnants of the previous night's chaos lay scattered across the patio: half-empty cups, half-eaten snacks, and the occasional forgotten piece of clothing.
Sakusa stirred awake in his room, his head pounding with the remnants of the alcohol he had consumed.
The memories of the night before were hazy, but flashes of laughter, music, and a stranger's flirtations began to piece together in his mind.
He groaned as he sat up, rubbing his temples, a vivid image of a girl's face lingering—the way she had laughed, the way she had leaned in closer, and how for a moment, it had felt thrilling.
But then the memory hit him like a punch: Atsumu's playful kiss with Mattsun, the way it had stung, and the undeniable jealousy that had twisted in his gut.
Sakusa sighed, feeling a wave of frustration wash over him. He was supposed to be above this—above them.
Yet, here he was, nursing a hangover and still spiraling over a kiss that had meant nothing to anyone but him.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, and a few others gathered for breakfast, the smell of bacon and eggs filling the air.
Atsumu sat off to the side, sulking over his smoothie. His friends were lively, chatting and laughing, but he couldn't shake the bitter feelings he harbored toward Sakusa.
"C'mon, Atsumu!" Oikawa nudged, noticing his best friend's sour demeanor. "What's with the long face? You know Mattsun didn't mean anything by it."
Atsumu shot him a glare. "Yeah, but it's not like he's the one who was getting all worked up about it. Sakusa should've just said something instead of acting all moody." He folded his arms across his chest, a frown etched on his face.
"Maybe he's just a little jealous?" Hinata suggested, leaning back with a knowing grin. "You've got to admit, you did kiss Matsukawa in front of him. He's not exactly a fan of public displays of affection—especially not from someone he likes."
