Atsumu hugged Sakusa tightly, burying his head on the latter's right shoulder.
"What's wrong, Tsumu?" Sakusa asked worriedly as he felt the setter trembling, Atsumu didn't respond but instead pulled Kiyoomi closer.
"Tsumu..."
"'m fine... Just... Just a little... No... No... I... Omi..." he replied babbling and lifted his head a little. And Kiyoomi was certain that his boyfriend was crying.
"You're not fine... What's going on?" he asked again, cupping both Atsumu's cheeks making them face each other.
Atsumu tried looking away, but Sakusa was determined to know what really was going on. Atsumu just came back from Hyōgō, and this is the first time his beloved had cried like this, so definitely Kiyoomi was worried. The spiker brushed away Atsumu's tears, and slowly kissed his forehead.
"Tell me, please." He said with pleading eyes and Atsumu felt obliged.
"Osamu... he figured out that we... we... we're datin'." Atsumu began. "He... He went ballistic and freaked out...." he continued.
Sakusa stared, frowning.
"Omi... He... He said..." Atsumu said biting his lip and trying not to cry again.
"He said what?"
"That... that he'll never accept that... us... and..."
"And?" Sakusa questioned, understanding why Atsumu's acting and feeling like this.
"He said that... he'll no longer see me as a brother if I continue datin' ya... And.. And... he... Omi... Why would he want me to choose between ya and him!?" Atsumu whimpered before hugging Sakusa again
"Why... Samu... Why would he... I... I love ya, Omi... I love Osamu, too... Why would he want me to choose? I can't.... I can't choose, Omi... and I.. I wouldn't " Atsumu cried and cried, still being held by Sakusa who was speechless by the realization of what had happened to Atsumu when he went back to his hometown.
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"Can't believe that Black Jackals lost in the first set! My entire salary is at risk here right now!" one passerby said exiting the gymnasium with a pout.
Osamu raised a brow upon hearing the comment. He flew to Tokyo three days ago to personally operate his Onigiri Miya stand here in Tokyo Gym where the biggest volleyball league is being held.
"Haha. Well... We'll just have to dine at the restaurant of my choice, so your salary won't be in literal danger, just a little at risk for I wanted to eat at a luxury resto downtown!" the other responded as they both stopped in front of the Onigiri Miya stand to order something perhaps.
The customers continued talking about the game. "It's probably weird since I have never seen their setter flub his tosses."
"Yeah. Miya Atsumu is ballsy and gutsy at the same time, and he plays best in that position. But today, he's just... off his game, don't you think?"
"I noticed. Jackals wouldn't win if they keep their official setter at it for the second set! They should sub him out!" the other whined.
"What do you know about coaching and volleyball?!" Osamu interjected, glaring at his customers, who just realized they’d been talking about someone in front of his own brother.
