Heads Up, Handsome (SakuAtsu)

Heart Stopper

(Hello there. Thank you for reading my story. I'm very exited to be doing yet another SakuAtsu book, and I hope you like it :)

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Breathing in slowly, Atsumu allowed his eyes to open. The gym lights were bright, and he had to squint for a moment before he was able to see correctly again. Distantly he could hear cheering and the squeals of his over exited fan-girls, but they sounded strangly far away, as if they where coming from somewhere underwater. That was a good sign... He was focused.

Another deep breath and he looked forward. He could see the net, and beyond that, a team of players waiting for him to make his move. He could see the sweat dripping from their faces, the focus in their eyes. They thought they were better then him. Oh how wrong they where.

Grinning, he spun the ball in his hands. He was going to show this other team who the best player on the court was. Lifting the ball in front of him, he prepared himself for the serve. Aligning his hand he threw the ball in the air and-

"TSUMU!" Atsumu awoke with a start, nearly falling out of his bed. "GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP, YOU STUPID JERK! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE SAMU!" He yelled back and immediately rose from his bed, shaking himself awake. He often dreamed of winning nationals, so much so that he could rarely think of anything else.

. . . . .

School had to be one of the most boring things in the world. If there was anything that Atsumu was sure of, this was it. He hated school. It was agony sitting through so many hours of lessons, yet he had to force himself to pay attention as his teacher droned on. He couldn't afford to have bad grades or he wouldn't be able to play volleyball.

It was worth it though, afterall when school ended he was able to go to practice which just about made up for the endless hours spent in a classroom.

Grinning Atsumu practically skipped from his last class when the bell rang. Today's practice was even more special then ususal. Today there was a practice match. Atsumu's body practically vibrated with excitement. He loved practice matches. They gave him an opportunity to test his skills against other people, something that he had come to adore, having grown up with a competitive twin brother.

The team that they would be practicing against was called Itachiyama. Atsumu didn't know much about the school, but he had heard there volleyball team was especially diligent. He hoped that was true. Practice matches were meant to measure the teams ability, something that was impossible if the other team was incompetent.

The gym was as noisy as ever when Atsumu entered; with the mixed sounds of bouncing volleyballs, shoes squeaking against the floor, and the gentle roar of voices trying to talk over all the sound. Closing his eyes Atsumu took a deep breath in through his nose. Today's practice was going to be amazing. He could feel it.

Waving at the first years ,who were setting up the net, he made his way to the changing room. The changing room was mostly quiet, save for a few gentle voices and the rustling of clothing being removed or put on.

"That you Tsumu?" Osamu's voice called from within the changing rooms.

"Yeah." Atsumu answered back simply, rounding the corner to find his silver haired brother already in his volleyball gear, his arm around a smaller bored looking boy who was watching his phone. "Hey Suna."

Suna drew his eyes away from his bright little phonescreen, giving Atsumu a toothy grin. "Someone's walking a bit slow today, huh?" He asked playfully. "Usually your the first one of us in here. Afraid we'll lose the practice match."

Grinning Atsumu stuck his nose in the air. "Course not." He said in a false snippity voice. " Not everyone on the team is as bad at volleyball as you are." His cheeky comment was rewarded with a smack, which Atsumu did not return. He didn't know what Osamu would do if he was to hit his boyfriend right in front of him.

Chuckling Osamu lead Suna out of the changing room, leaving Atsumu to peacefully put on his volleyball wear. It didn't take him long, and before he knew it he was back in the gym, doing stretches with the rest of the team.

Kita, the ever so benevolent captain of the team, gave his before game speech. Atsumu tried to listen, but his adrenaline was beginning to kick in, making him a bit figity. He could hardly wait until he was on the court. What would the other team be like? Did any of them love volleyball as much as he did? Would they have time to talk after the match?

BAM! Something hard hit him in the back of the head, followed by stifled laughter. Frowning, Atsumu flipped his brother off over his shoulder without turning around. This wasn't the first time that Osamu had made fun of him for zoning out, and it most certainly wouldn't be the last.

A whistle sounded from the side of the court and the team looked up to see there couch. "Line up boys." He yelled. "Itachiyama will be in here in just a few moments and I don't need the lot of you running around like idiots." He cast both Atsumu and Osamu a meaningful glance, before giving them all a quick nod and making his way outside to greet the other team.

Atsumu fell into line next to Osamu, who proceeded to flip him off. Sticking out his tongue, Atsumu turned to face the net. He didn't want the other team to see him acting uncool. That could wait till later, after he had demolished them. The thought brought a smile to his lips.

"Your thinking something evil aren't you?" Osamu asked, glaring suspiciously at Atsumu out of the corner of his eye.

Atsumu opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by the gym door sliding open. Snapping to attention, Atsumu and the rest of the team turned to get a first look at their opponents.

The first few who walked in were tall, a little taller then Atsumu himself which he found surprising. After all, he and Osamu weren't exactly what one would call short. Trooping in after the tall dudes was the rest of the team, who didn't look as imposing, so far they all looked pretty normal, save for their jerseys, which were a nightmare. Atsumu almost laughed when he saw them. Whoever put that shade of yellow and green together needed to be locked up for a very long time.

Just as Atsumu was about to turn to tell Osamu his thoughts on Itachiyama'a wardrobe choices, his heart seemingly stopped. A short distance behind the team a small friendly looking brown haired boy with thick eyebrows had just bounded in, but Atsumu just barely registered him. He was to busy looking at the person- No, the god next to the boy.

Atsumu's whole world converged into a long tube, the end of which focused on this absolute gorgeous specimen of a human being. His heart raced in his chest, leaving him feeling winded. Was he going crazy?

As the boy walked into the room, his eyes lifted upwards meeting with Atsumu's. Between his way to loud heatbeats, Atsumu could hear his thoughts racing through his head, none of which where fully processing.

Who was this hotty? How old was he? How had he got to be so damn gorgeous? Had he litterally fell out of heaven? How cou-

The boys eyes lifted meeting Atsumu's... and time stopped.

(This is the first chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it. I'm like so freaking glad to be writing a SakuAtsu story again as it is literally my favorite ship. I also kinda wanted to do a modern day story with my two favorite boys. Well anyways thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed. 💖💞)