𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 - 𝐤. 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚

𝟓𝟐 | 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

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court shoes squeaked against polished floors as the team went through their drills.

sakusa was focused, determined to will away the pain in his shoulder. for a moment, it was working. each step he took was calculated, and each swing he made was careful; he had found a way to hit without having so much pain in his shoulder.

but then he noticed something. out the corner of his eye, he recognized you coming into the gym, enthusiastically waving at bokuto who returned the gesture with even more energy.

sakusa's brows furrowed in mild annoyance as he watched you sit at the bleachers. why were you here? his focused faltered, occasionally having to drag his attention back to the court whenever it wandered towards you. it was annoying.

during one of their short breaks he went up to bokuto, who was conversing with hinata and atsumu.

"hey."

their conversation paused, their brows furrowing with confusion as they looked at him. sakusa normally never participated in their conversation. regardless, bokuto quickly shook off the weirdness.

"hey, heyy!! guess who's here to watch us practice?" bokuto grinned, looking past sakusa, at you, then back at him.

"i noticed," sakusa replied dryly. "why is she here?"

"because i invited her! we have some surprises.." bokuto trailed off, giving atsumu and hinata a knowing look, one that both of them returned.

"alcohol!" atsumu suddenly said, showing sakusa the drinks in his bag.

sakusa's eyes widened, his gaze shifting away for a moment before looking at the alcohol again. "what is wrong with-?" he trailed off, rubbing his forehead.

"put that away, bro!" bokuto quickly told him. atsumu obliged, hastily zipping his bag back up to hide it.

"are you guys dumb? why do you have alcohol?" sakusa scolded, his nose scrunched in distaste.

"we're celebrating y/n's test score," hinata explained, a wide smile adorning his lips.

"seriously?" sakusa scoffed. "it's a test."

"be nice, omi!" atsumu tried nudging his friend lightly, but sakusa quickly pulled out of his reach. "this is a big deal for y/n."

sakusa glared at him, then shifted his eyes towards bokuto. "just don't get caught." there was a hint of annoyance lacing his words as he walked back onto the court, but the three were more focused on the fact that he seemed to care about them.

"aww, omiomi cares about usss," atsumu cooed, making the two others smile at his statement.

"aww, sakusa, do you?" hinata chimed in.

sakusa scoffed, ignoring them, but that only worked to worsen their teasing.

the rest of the practice felt like a blur of drills and instructions. sakusa's attention was divided. he was acutely aware of your presence; he could feel your eyes following him, your gaze making his skin burn and his irritation worse.

what bothered him wasn't the surprise visit, it was the fact that you were a part of this now- a part him. practices were like his private escape, yet somehow you were here now too. he'd seen you in the gym during some practices last year, and he never paid you any mind, but now he knew you, which somehow felt worse.

he subtly looked at you once or twice, and you simply smiled, not wanting to attract too much attention. sakusa never returned the smiles, but that was to be expected.