Mr President, ily (SakuAtsu)

Chapter 8: What it all means

Sakusa Pov:

Opening my eyes, I turn and see the time on the bedside clock. 6 am. Early, for the weekend. Yet my norm. I liked waking up early, it meant I had a lot of time to do everything I needed to. Sitting up in my bed, I could see Atsumu was still sleeping on the coach. Right. I forgot he was here. That's when all those thoughts from last night flood my brain.

Him. Me. We weren't friends, not exactly but we weren't anything more either? I had no idea what this game of lingo meant between us. And I didn't think I would start getting it now. Sighing, I stood up, and fixed my bed. Before making my way to the bathroom to change and brush my teeth.

As I'm brushing my teeth I can't help but look at myself in the mirror. Was I considered handsome? It was something I had heard so often, when I wasn't wearing my mask. I turned my head to the left, then the right, my jawline sharp and distinct. I suppose I was, if we were comparing my features to the beauty standards held in today's society. In fact ever since I was young people had always told me I was lucky to have my mother's perfect genes. For she was the former prima ballerina of Japan. An elegant thin frame matched with her beautiful dark curls made her the nation's heart throb. But they had only seen her on the stage, they had never seen her at home. Broken and burdened by my father, she did not shine. I had never seen her shine like she did in those photos from her glorious past. I couldn't help but wonder, would I also one day end up becoming a shell of my former self, thanks to a relationship? I had no idea. Maybe it was only my father who could drain the light and joy of life from others. I spat out the tooth paste, and pushed my curls back, so I could wash my face. I would have taken a shower but I was worried the sound might wake Atsumu up, and I didn't really feel like disturbing his sleep. At least one of us should sleep properly on the weekend I thought to myself.

I walk out of the bathroom, clothes changed and teeth brushed. Without thinking my body instinctively moved by itself towards Atsumu. His breathing was soft, his chest rising and falling. Since yesterday his hair had been on his face and it had not budged. I sat on the floor, and watched him for a while more. He looked pleasant sleeping. Without much care in the world. I was envious of his carefree attitude but I also knew he wasn't as carefree as he liked others to believe. There were plenty of days I had seen him stay after school studying and trying his best to understand topics that were easy for me. He worked hard despite his outgoing and jerk-like demeanour.

I didn't expect his eyes to open so soon. They looked at me filled with confusion yet clearly still weary from just waking up. I quickly moved back, having realised just how close I was to him. Clearing my throat I say, "You're a deep sleeper Atsumu."

He rubs his eyes and smiles. "Yeah I know, 'Samu usually has to drag me out of bed." I could feel my heartbeat faster than usual. Why? Just because he smiled? My brain tried its best to come up with 100's of reasons why it wasn't even his doing, that I was simply excited because it was the next day or the fact that I was just embarrassed as a result of being caught staring. But I knew they were all lies. The guy whose guts I hated, made me feel strange. A feeling I had never felt rushed through me and I hated it. I didn't like things I didn't understand, and I couldn't understand this. I bit my lip and turned my gaze away from him. So his brown tired eyes couldn't judge my expression. "Right, well change your clothes in the bathroom and wash your face. After that we can have breakfast. Does that sound good?"

I couldn't see his face but I heard his light tone, "Yeah sounds great Omi-Kun."

After a couple minutes he stood up and walked past me, his blonde hair messy and tangled as he carried his clothes from yesterday to change. I watched him, in my own clothes that were clearly too large making his frame look small. It was pretty funny. To think I'd willingly lend my clothes to someone like him. God. I was becoming a new person to myself.