Centimeters Between Us

Week Two

The second week of practice games flew by faster than they expected. The hotel booked was bigger than the one they stayed at the week prior, which Sakusa was happy about. His favorite thing about their room was how spacious the shower was. He took two showers every day.

Atsumu was still surprised that Sakusa still wanted to be his roommate. After their last practice on Friday, Atsumu called his brother while Sakusa took his shower.

Osamu: "So....how are things with Omi?"

Atsumu: "About that...um...I think things are really good...he's a little nicer to me at practice, which confused everyone..." He laughs in the phone. "But we've been syncing up better, so practice has been more fun."

Osamu: "Really? It's hard to imagaine him being nice to ya...with yer face and all..." He laughs into the phone.

Atsumu: "Shut up, ya ugly bastard! I feel bad that Suna has to look at yer ugly mug all day long!" He laughs, pulling the phone back enough to see his brother laughing.

Osamu: "Yer just jealous that he loves my face and Omi would rather kiss a bottle of sanitizer..."

Atsumu: "Oi!!"
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After Sakusa finished taking his shower, he realized he had forgotten his change of clothes, sighing he quickly poked his head out of the bathroom.

"Miya?" He whispers, before setting his eyes on his Setter, who was sitting on his bed, leaning against the headboard playing on his phone.

"What's up?" He glances up from his phone, taking in the sight of Sakusa peaking around the corner of the door. "Did g'ya forget somethin'?" He grins at the blushing man.

"My...clothes..." Sakusa points to the pile neatly sitting on the end of his bed.

Atsumu laughs, standing up and picking up the pile to hand through the door.

"Ya' know...sometimes yer' really cute Omi-Omi," he smiles as he hands over the clothes.

"...no I'm not..." Sakusa blushes, grimacing as he takes the clothes, but looks down at Atsumu when he doesn't let go right away.

"Yes ya' are!" Atsumu smiles, his laugh is so light. "Especially when ya frown wearin' yer mask..."

Sakusa steps forward closing the distance between them, standing over Atsumu by barely 5cm, just enough to make him smile over the small fact the he was taller.

"Miya..." he deepens his voice. "Shut up," he sighs. 

"Stop doin' cute things and I will," Atsumu smiles, letting go of the clothes.

Sakusa groans and quickly retreats into the bathroom, shutting the door quickly.

Atsumu laughs as he lays back on his bed, smiling into his phone.
Yeah...he's definitely cute...
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Sakusa sat on his bed as Atsumu finished taking his shower. He was grateful that the other man always let him go in first. Atsumu was very respectful when it came to his Mysophobia, he never tried to push the boundaries.

Sometimes Sakusa found himself wanting to cross the invisible line he had made between them, but it was only right after Atsumu had taken a shower.

In these moments, Sakusa silently observed his Setter. The way Atsumu would flop onto his bed, half naked, only wearing his sweatpants, water still dripping from his hair. He always smiled while watching funny videos or made his angry face when he talked to his twin brother on the phone.

His favorite thing about Atsumu was how he maliciously stretched and massaged his muscles in his arms and hands. It was almost hypnotic to watch.

"Omi-Omi?"

Sakusa looks up at Atsumu's face at the sound of his softer than normal voice. He didn't realize Atsumu had already laid down on the bed. Is Miya blushing?

"Yer staring..." Atsumu blushes.

"Sorry...I was just thinking..." Sakusa says, blushing immensely, wondering if he should honestly tell Atsumu his thoughts.

"What were ya thinkin' 'bout?" Atsumu turns his body and faces towards Sakusa.

"......"

"If I did somethin' wrong..." he starts to say.

"You didn't do anything wrong!" Sakusa moves across his bed, until he's sitting on the side, across from Atsumu. "I was...I was watching you massage your arms and hands last night and it made me curious about how it would feel."

"Oh..." Atsumu smiles, relieved. He wanna get closer to him, but wasn't sure how to go about doing that...I wonder if... "Can I come closer?" He motions towards Sakusa's bed, asking to sit down.

"...sure..." Sakusa shuffles over to make room, as Atsumu sits next to him, but staying just far enough apart.

"May I?" Atsumu raises his fingers towards Sakusa's hand.

"......"

"I promise I'll stop...if you don't like it," Atsumu reassured him.

"...alright..." Sakusa places his hand into Atsumu's, he can feel the heat instantly from Atsumu's fingertips... but instead of the nauseous feeling he normally gets, his stomach is surprisingly calm, along with his skin. It doesn't itch as his Setter's fingers run along his fingers and wrist.

Miya's touch is so soothing, Sakusa relaxes as he let's Atsumu massage his wrist, he closes his eyes and all of his thoughts disappear.

"Yer bein' cute again..." Atsumu laughs lightly. 

"Shut up Miya," Sakusa smiles.