Spray-paint and Skateboards (SakuAtsu Dancer AU)

Chapter 46: Backlash

Atsumu clenched his jaw as he finally stood up from his stool, grinning angrily and taking pride in the way she stepped back uneasily – she obviously didn't expect to him to tower over her as he did.

He tilted his neck to the side and a satisfying crack rang out as he stood up straight. He watched as the girl's eyes darted down to the toned abdominals that peaked out under his crop-top and then down his slender but muscled arms.

"Alright, Ms Horror-Show," he started, "Let's start with this. I've known Kiyoomi since high school, an' we both went to the All-Japan Youth camp. I was named as the number one high school setter in Japan, an' ya can fuckin' google it if ya don't believe me," he said with a smirk, remembering the time that Komori and Bokuto googled his name as a joke and it actually came up, "So don't tell me that I don't know anythin' 'bout volleyball, 'cause if ya knew anythin' 'bout it, ya'd already know that fact. Ya'd also know that one of my 'gaggle of weirdos' is actually MSBY Black Jackals' Bokuto Koutarou if ya were a true fan of volleyball. I may not have continued my volleyball career, but that don't mean shit since I could probably mop the gym floor with yer face any day of the fuckin' week. So don't go throwin' that 'yer too girly' crap at me, 'cause, heads up, volleyball is a sport for both males an' females, an' the way I dress has nothin' to do with my skills whatsoever. Jus' 'cause yer some fake fan who thinks she knows everythin' 'bout Sakusa Kiyoomi jus' 'cause he wears all back an' avoids crowds don't mean anythin' to me, 'cause it's clear that by the way ya speak, ya don't actually follow volleyball, yer jus' watchin' to get a good look at my boyfriend in action. I honestly don't blame ya, 'cause I know he's hot an' frankly I don't care what ya say 'bout me bein' his opposite, 'cause he chose me. He chose my 'blonde fem-boy art nerd' ass over yer first year, bubblegum-blowing, two-thousand-four emo-kid looking – 'I found my mom's expired eye-liner when I was four years old an' decided that the hot mess I made on my face looked good and kept it' – ass."

The girl looked horrified, border-lining tears,  "Th-that's not true! I look good!" She countered, "And if he knew me, I bet Sakusa would pick me over you any day!!"

Atsumu raised an eyebrow and looked her up and down, "My sincerest apologies, honey, but I highly doubt that," he said sweetly before he whispered just loud enough for him, the girl, and Akagi to hear, "Jus' between ya an' me, I think yer mirror's been lyin' to ya."

Atsumu watched, amused as the girl's lip quivered before she looked down at the ground and clenched her jaw.

"Ya got nothin' to say, now, huh?" Atsumu taunted, knowing he'd won.

The girl snarled and grabbed an open plastic bottle with some clear liquid inside off of a nearby table and, before Atsumu could register what she was about to do, her wrist was caught mid-throw. Atsumu's eyes widened as he finally noticed Sakusa standing right behind the girl, holding her wrist and effectively stopping her from throwing the bottle, which Atsumu realized was an open bottle of paint thinner.

Komori then stepped into view from behind Sakusa and snatched the bottle from her hand, "I'll take that," he said as he capped the bottle and tightened it before he placed it back down on the table and apologized to its owner.

Meanwhile, the girl struggled to get her wrist free from Sakusa's grip and when he tightened it, she winced and cried out, "Let me go!!"

Sakusa did let her go, not because he wanted to listen to her, but because he felt the sudden urge to sanitize his hands.

She stumbled forwards before she quickly regained her balance and turned sharply on her heel to face the person who grabbed her wrist. However, she froze upon seeing Sakusa Kiyoomi standing right behind her, sanitizing his hands with a scowl on his face.

"S-Sakusa?" She stuttered with a gulp.

Sakusa's gaze snapped down to her, cold as ice, "That's Sakusa-san to you," he corrected before he cracked his knuckles, his tattoos along his arms moving with each muscle flexing to crack a knuckle.

"W-what are you doing here?" She asked as she nursed the bruising on her wrist from when Sakusa had gripped her.

Sakusa raised an eyebrow, "I think Atsumu covered everything I would have told you," he started, ignoring her question, "But let's just make one thing clear. I will never see you as anything more than a crazed fangirl who harassed my boyfriend," he declared, putting emphasis on the phrase 'my boyfriend'.

The girl stood there, silent, while Sakusa looked over at Atsumu and smiled softly, though there was something dark behind his eyes, "Come on, Atsumu, grab your artwork," he directed, "We're leaving."

Atsumu gulped and nodded as his face glowed with a red blush. He quickly grabbed his painting and packed up his supplies. Meanwhile, the girl ran off in embarrassment and Komori helped Akagi pack up his supplies as well.

When they were finished, Atsumu slipped his freehand into Sakusa's waiting hand and they left the studio with Komori and Akagi not far behind them. They walked down the campus hallways, away from the prising eyes of the nosy university students. Komori and Akagi, being the best wingmen ever, walked in a different direction so that Atsumu and Sakusa could get some privacy.

They made their way out of the building and towards the chemistry labs, where they slipped around the corner to where their unfinished painting of a planet sat on the wall far behind the building.

They'd walked in silence for the most part. However, the moment they reached the area where they had tagged, Atsumu was gently pressed up against the wall by Sakusa and caged in by his strong tattooed arms.

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Badass Atsumu strikes again!

Anygays! Bye!
-CrackshotReaper

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