╰┈➤ ❝tolerance❞
you're an impulsive girl in college who slips her way into kiyoomi's life.₊˚⊹ ᰔ
!! slow-burn
(not including all games bc that would be too much)
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tuesday
12:09 p.m
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hey!!
you left before i could thank you sooo
thank you, sakusa
i was 🤏 this close to a mental breakdown
i'm sorry for keeping you late 😞
"i was 🤏 this close to a mental breakdown" ╰┈ Yeah, I could see that
Don't expect this to become a reoccurring thing
🫡
yes sir
And don't call me sir
I'm only a year older than you
😰😰
WAIT SINCCE WHEENN?!!
I have to go.
AYEE
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sakusa shoved his phone into his bag, a mutter of annoyance slipping past his lips. why had he stopped to help you if there was nothing in it for him? sakusa wasn't one to get involved in other people's problems, especially when he had his own standards to maintain.
he tried pushing those thoughts to the side, seeing as he couldn't change anything now. he didn't particularly dislike you, he was more upset with the situation than anything else.
he just couldn't understand why.
sakusa pushed past the double doors of the gym, the sound turning a few heads. the boy set his stuff onto a chair, unzipping his windbreaker and pulling it off.
"pardon?" atsumu strolled up to him, a grimace disrupting sakusa's features as the setter came a little too close for comfort. "is omi really late?" he asked, his hand flying to his chest dramatically.
sakusa hesitantly took his mask off, tossing it into the trash.
"evidently, i am, atsumu," he responded whilst he sat down in the chair, bending down to slip his kneepads on.
soon bokuto joined in, a slick smile plastered on his lips. "ain't no waayy!" the boy unnecessarily chimed in.
to say that bokuto and atsumu were shocked would be an understatement.
