It was Saturday morning when Atsumu woke up after a night of dreams relating to war and romance, specifically between a kitsune and a royal demon, who seemed to look suspiciously like him and Sakusa in his dreams, but he chose to ignore that fact.
The Manic crew stayed at the Hideout for a while before they all skated to their respective homes. It was midday and Atsumu had been working on his latest art assignment in their backyard when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
He wiped the red gouache paint from his hands with a rag before he fished his phone from his pocket and opened his messages.
It was a message from Komori.
Weasel-kun😋
Weasel-kun😋
Hey Tsumu
Can you come over?
I need some help with an assignment
Foxy😝
Sure, what is it?
Weasel-kun😋
Kiyo and I need to compose a song for our practical mark and I was hoping you could help me with lyrics?
Foxy😝
Yeah sure
Just give me like twenty minutes
Weasel-kun😋
Thanks Tsumu
You're a lifesaver
Foxy😝
Mhm
Thank me later
Foxy😝 is offline
Atsumu clicked off his phone and immediately began moving his canvas back into the house in case it rained. He didn't want it to get too much exposure from the sun either.
After that, he took a shower to wash the excess paint splotches off of his skin. He then got dressed into a pair of black shorts and an oversized red hoodie with a white geometric jackal decal on the front. He had on a pair of black, white and red high-top Nike sneakers.
He then grabbed his skateboard and his backpack. He packed his notebook and whatever else he might need into his bag before he shot a text to Osamu about where he was going and left to Komori's house.
The song Undecided by Chris Brown played through his headphones as he cruised down the street. The wind whipped through his hair as he took a breath of the fresh air that pricked his skin.
It wasn't long before he arrived at Komori's house. He stopped his board, picked it up and jogged to the door. It was only a few minutes after he rang the doorbell that the door opened.
Atsumu found himself looking up into the dark eyes of Sakusa who smiled, "Hey," he greeted, "What brings you here?"
Atsumu gulped, a red blush painting the expanse of his face. Not only was Sakusa leaning his forearm against the doorframe as he towered over Atsumu, but it seemed that he'd just finished showering too.
How Atsumu knew this, was because Sakusa's hair was still wet, and he was shirtless. Atsumu struggled to keep his eyes up, looking at Sakusa's face, instead of following the droplet of water that ran down the side of Sakusa's neck and down his inked chest.
Much to Atsumu's relief, Sakusa was, in fact, wearing shorts and not a towel. Atsumu may have just spontaneously combusted if he was only wearing a towel.
"Y-yer not wearin' a shirt," Atsumu blurted without thinking and immediately regretted it.
Sakusa blinked and looked down at himself before chuckling, "Ah... Sorry," he said while he scratched the back of his head and Atsumu's mouth went dry as he watched the muscles ripple under Sakusa's inked skin, "I just got out of the shower... I was at the gym earlier," he explained.
Atsumu nodded slowly and he was endlessly grateful when Komori peeked out from behind Sakusa and shoved him out of the way.
"Tsumu!" He greeted, "Come in," he gestured for Atsumu to enter.
Atsumu smiled weakly and stepped between Komori and Sakusa into the house.
"Motoya, I thought we were going to work on that assignment?" Sakusa asked.
"We are," Komori replied, "I asked Tsumu to help us."
"Oh," Sakusa said intelligently.
Komori turned to him, "Mhm, so put a shirt on and then meet us in the instrument room."
With that, Komori led Atsumu down the corridor to the instrument room, not before Atsumu stopped by the kitchen to greet Komori's parents though.
Atsumu was helping Komori set up his drum set when Sakusa walked into the room while pulling a loose black t-shirt over his head.
They finished setting things up together before they all sat down at the table that sat in the middle of the room.
"So why'd ya ask me for help, Mori? Y'all are the music students," Atsumu asked curiously and Sakusa also looked at Komori expectantly from his side of the table.
Komori pursed his lips, "Well... You see... We were thinking of getting Bokuto to rap for us, but we need a vocalist."
Atsumu's eyes widened and Sakusa turned to look at him in surprise.
Atsumu shook his head wildly, "N-no... I can't... Not after-" His voice faltered and his eyes brimmed with tears.
Komori immediately stood up from his seat and grabbed Atsumu's hand, "Hey! Tsumu, look at me," Atsumu gulped and looked up at Komori shakily, "Your voice is beautiful, don't let what your dad said get in the way of using it," he advised.
Atsumu pursed his lips and was quite for a moment, "But I sound like a girl when I sing..." He whispered.
Komori shook his head, "You sound amazing when you sing."
Atsumu took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in his throat, "Okay... Fine, I'll do it," he replied with a small nod.
Komori held his breath for a moment before he nodded and sat back down, "Okay, and then the second thing we need help with is lyrics, and did I mention that this thing also needs a music video?"
Atsumu sighed, "Alright, so what typa song were y'all thinkin' of? Electronic? Rock? Hip-Hop?"
"Pop," Sakusa answered.
Atsumu nodded, "Okay, an' do ya have yer backin' track already or nah?"
Komori scratched his head, "Eh, sort of," he answered.
"Show me," Atsumu directed.
Komori nodded and he got up to move to his drumkit. Sakusa followed suit and moved to pick up his bass guitar. Atsumu watched intently as Sakusa flicked the guitar pick around his fingers with expert handling, and he swallowed and turned his gaze to Komori, who sat down behind his drumkit.
Komori tapped his drumsticks together in a count down before they started playing, Sakusa repeating three chords over in a pattern while Komori barely touched the symbols of his drumkit.
Atsumu listened for a while before he furrowed his brows, "It's a bit empty, don'tcha think?" He asked as they stopped.
Komori sighed, "Yeah," he agreed.
Atsumu bit the inside of his cheek, and hummed in thought. After a minute of silence, he spoke up.
"Okay, I have an idea."
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Spray-paint and Skateboards (SakuAtsu Dancer AU)
Fanfiction(completed) From tagging buildings, parkouring, late-night skateboarding, gymnastics, competitive dancing to much, much more, Miya Atsumu just wants to enjoy his university life with his five best friends and escape the last three years. Meanwhile...
