Play Hard

Just Dance

[Atsumu's POV]

After my little talk with Sakusa, I found myself constantly rethinking it. Rethinking all my decisions leading up to being under him and practicing at his apartment. My lower lip only formed into a pout at the many thoughts brewing in my mind. It was dumb to think about it all, but something stuck with me throughout it all.

Sakusa was lying to me. . .

I could tell when he told me about what made him quit volleyball. There was hesitation in his voice and the quick talking to get it over with. I knew he was holding something behind his back, not allowing himself to get carried away, and telling it all. It irritated me just a bit because it had been over a month since we'd seen each other. Sure, the relationship was not too personal, but with how many times we have been out with each other or hanging out with friends. I would mind calling him a close friend. He after all already knew some of my personal habits just like I knew his, couldn't he have at least some trust in me? It was all far too confusing for me. I hated feeling like this, especially because the urge to constantly ask him for an honest answer was there.

"Tsumu, you've been spacing out for a while now? Are you okay?"

I looked over at Oikawa, who was sitting at his laptop editing some streaming content. Shaking my head, I sighed and hugged one of his pillows tightly against my chest.

"It's nothing, Kawa. I'm just thinking about the upcoming event in a month."

"The streamers event in Sendai?" I nodded and secretly felt happy that he managed to bring an excuse up before I could. He was referring to an event that streamers and some gamers would go to before tournament season started. I didn't attend those kinds of events because they made me uncomfortable, but Sakusa had informed me that we would be attending. It did surprise me that he even was planning to go, considering the fact that he didn't like crowded places. The event itself was also a slightly formal one where people had to wear suits and dresses. All of it was a bit too weird for me, but I agreed since it would save us time before the Sendai pro gamers tournament to stick around instead of making two trips back.

"I'm sure it's going to be fine. Even though I'm not going with you, it will probably be fun, and you might even meet someone," he said while smirking. I could feel my cheeks slowly flush at the thought before I turned over and buried my face in the pillows. "It's not like I can. Omi-kun told me that I've gotta be careful what I do at the event. There's no way someone would approach us unless they wanna be sprayed with Lysol and judged by their hygiene."

"Hm, well maybe you can take this chance to do something with your Omi-kun. It's not like you'll get far with that, but hey, you're good at annoying him. Why don't you do that?" I groaned at his comment and buried myself further into his many plush pillows. Sakusa would probably kill me if he was offered the chance. Especially if I tried to make any funny moves on him, though, I didn't understand why people kept making it seem like I wanted him to fuck me. Everyone kept telling me to make a move or at least try to make some effort against him, but just the thought of actually getting fucked by such a pessimistic, rude, overbearing, cocky bastard like him sent chills and many other emotions through my body. There was absolutely no way I would, no matter how conventionally attractive he was. . . yeah.

In the background of my many thoughts, I could hear Oikawa simply laugh at me and continue to edit on his laptop until a gentle knock was heard at the door. Iwaizumi soon popped his head in and looked over to me, being a slug on Oikawa's bed, before looking right back at Oikawa. "Tooru, your friends are here," he said before leaving. I instantly sat up and looked over at Oikawa, who was gazing at the now slightly ajar door, smiling. It basically looked like he had stars in those eyes.