Mr President, ily (SakuAtsu)

Chapter 9: Love talk

Atsumu Pov:

"ATSUMU GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED." Osamu yell pierces my ears as he pulls my blanket away so I'm forcefully awakened. I sigh. Tired and unbothered. As he stands over me, with a slight grin.

I cover my face from the incoming light and frown trying to reach back for my blanket. "Can I not skip one day of bloody school?" I mumble.

He looks at me with eyes full of mischief and curiosity. "Yeah not today, Mr 'Vice president', go check your phone and you'll see what I mean."

I sit up pushing my hair out of my face. God. I needed a shower, a hair brush and more sleep. But Osamu said something about me not being able to skip today and now I was nervous.

I forced myself to get out of bed and headed to the kitchen, where my phone lay on the clothes Sakusa had given me. Biting my lip I tried to ignore any thoughts of him and instead reached for my phone, checking the notification.

An email from the principal. I clicked on it and skimmed through, unbothered. Summer festival, yada yada, celebration yada you and Sakusa need to let the other students yada- Wait. me and Sakusa? Fuck. He was the school president, what did I expect? We were expected to do things together, as a team. And as partners. But right now I was in no mood to work with his stupid stuck up dumb twat self. In fact I don't think I would ever be in the mood. Annoyed, I forced myself to keep reading the email. 'This task is very important and having you two present it to each class is vital, so the school knows their captains are serious about the role but even more serious about building a bond with their peers'. Well great. Guess they really wanted us to come. I turned off my phone, the black screen, displaying my reflection.

I looked awful. My hair was shabby and messy, the blonde strands stood up in the wrong places, and my eyebags made it look like I hadn't slept in days. I clenched my fists tightly If I had to do this stupid poster boy act for school. I might as well try to look good doing it. Who knows, maybe that might even piss off Sakusa and his dumb pretty face.

I put my phone down on the table. "OSAMU I'M TAKING A SHOWER WAIT FOR ME I WON'T TAKE LONG." I yell from the bedroom, as I rush to grab my uniform and shower. Yeah if I had to see him I would make sure I look damn good.

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I slide the student council room door, and see Sakusa already there standing by his desk. Weird he wasn't seated, it was almost as though he's waiting for someone. Waiting for... me. He turns around his perfect curls turning with him, as his eyes widen. It was the first time I could read his eyes. Normally he masked his emotions so well, yet now I could see the hurt that filled them as he looked at me, his gaze soft. This pissed me off. What was he upset about? He was the one who clearly didn't want anything to do with me. So why did he have such a pained expression? I dug my nails into my fist, as I grabbed the flyers off his table. He must have already collected them. Good. I didn't want to collect anything with him.

I turned, still feeling his constant gaze. The gaze that hadn't left me since I had entered. Frustrated, I tried my best to make my voice as cold and cruel as possible, so he wouldn't get any satisfaction seeing how much he had upset me. "Well what are you doing? We have to give out these flyers and present them to each class." He looked at me, his eyes flickering with hurt for a while more before he sighed.

He walked closer towards me, my body freezing. I wanted to move back, I really did. But I couldn't, it was like my feet were glued to the floor. His deep voice spoke softly, and elegantly. He always had a great voice, I'm sure he knew the effect it had on others. For everyone would go quiet and pay attention to what he had to say. "Atsumu. Can we talk please? I... I want to explain myself." I wouldn't get caught by his sweetened tone. I wasn't going to fall for his stupid charms. Not again.