꧁Memories of You | SakuAtsu꧂

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"Kiyoo.. Are you okay?" Komori asked looking intently at his cousin who has been staring at the train's window opposite their seats.

The other didn't budge and just sighed before facing the libero.

"Uhmm. Are you saying something?" Sakusa asked wondering why the brown haired cousin of his got this worried expression on his face.

"You're spacing out. Let me guess... You're thinking about him, right?" Komori replied smirking a little.

"Who exactly?" the spiker scoffed, looking away, clicking his tongue.

"The guy who suddenly hugged you, calling you Ka-" Komori was sharply cut off

"Don't remind me of that germ-" Sakusa blurted

"Germ? Well.. Let me just remind you how you let that germ wrapped his arms around your delicate body, Kiyoomi." Komori replied teasingly scooting a seat away before Sakusa could even react to glare at him

Still, Sakusa still send that death glare as the spiker turned his head towards Komori.

"It's just so sudden... and I couldn't react quickly... But, I would still never allow anyone to just touch me like that." Sakusa explained, frowning. He pulled his mask up before crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Okay, if you say so." the smaller guy said before smiling widely.

"What?!" Kiyoomi asked raising his brow.

"Nothing! I didn't even say anything!" the libero defended

"But-"

"Don't be so defensive all of a sudden, Kiyoo." Komori replied before checking the time on his watch. "We still have few hours before reaching Tokyo, you should sleep for now." Motoya advised and got his phone out to scroll over Instagram and Facebook. He still has a seat apart from his cousin who is now busy minding his own business.

Sakusa sighed again before getting his phone from his pocket as well.

If he could remember it, the gray haired guy was called Samu.. and this guy call that angel- Fuck.. Sakusa cussed, groaning on the thoughts inside his head.

Komori stared at him, and Sakusa just motioned his head telling Komori to stop looking at him. Motoya obliged before facing his phone again.

Sakusa then continued recalling what happened in the train station earlier that day. That Samu guy call that beautiful blonde as Atsumu.

Remembering few thoughts and descriptions, he decided to check the profile of these people using Facebook, Instagram, or any means on that matter.

But since he got only few (very chosen) friends, he prefers not to use his social media accounts. He finally decided to check Google.

And dang... how wise is that? He glued his eyes to his phone. Atsumu Miya is so damn beautiful and captivating. He is also a volleyball player- a famous one.

Sakusa intently fixed his eyes on Atsumu's photos uploaded in there. Kiyoomi felt the urge to smile a little as he reads some information about the setter. He placed his bag on his lap, hugging it between his chest and arms.

It may be hidden under his mask, but his eyes would never lie, and it didn't stop Komori to notice the sudden change on his cousin's facial features. As long as he could recall, Sakusa only smile like that if something- volleyball related stuff is flashed into the spiker's phone screen. Perhaps, what Kiyoomi is looking at is really interesting or maybe... perhaps Kiyoo is-

The libero just side glance Sakusa and smiled to himself.

Guess, Kiyoo's in love. The brown haired libero concluded, putting his headset on and listened to his favorite songs on his phone's playlist.

Kiyoomi slowly kept his phone  to his backpack placed on his lap, and crossed his arms again. He closed his eyes for a moment.

And opened it to see himself alone in a train station again. He turned his head side to side before spotting the train about to stop.

His trance stopped as he felt a warm touch on his wrist. He looked at Atsumu, crying in front of him.

Sakusa lowered his mask, and was about to talk to the setter, but Atsumu just pulled him closer for a hug. It was warm again and Sakusa wouldn't want to lose this feeling, he lifted his hands, about to hug back.

"Don't leave me... again.. please" Atsumu cried louder, looking up at Sakusa.

The spiker froze for a while, but surely he smiled. I'll stay. He thought to speak however...

"Kakuri." Atsumu continued.

Sakusa blinked frustrated at it. Then, the station became empty. And the name Kakuri continued echoing in there. He tried running away, but everything he went to became dark. He gasped- as he realized Atsumu wasn't there.

It was dark without Atsumu.

"A..Atsumu... Where are you?" he called out like he personally knew the guy.

But the echoes became louder than earlier, like it wanted to swallow Kiyoomi whole.

KAKURI! KAKURI! KAKURI! KAKUR-

"Kiyoomi! Hey!" Komori worriedly shook his cousin, waking the spiker.

Sakusa looked around, sweat forming on his face. He lowered his mask off. He started panting, and let out a sigh of relief realizing that what he saw was just a dream- nightmare would be more fitting than that.

"Are you alright?" Komori asked offering his cousin a bottled water.

Sakusa nodded, still in distraught.

After few minutes, Sakusa faced his cousin.
"Did you know Atsumu Miya is a famous volleyball player?" he said, and the libero confusedly just shrugged his shoulders wondering where the sudden question came from.

~To be Continued~