𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙨 • multiship

-- 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

THE SHRILL VOICE of oikawa tooru never fails to bring a scowl to atsumu's face.

"miya if you mess that up one more fucking time i swear to god i'm sending you home." he said, clicking his tongue for the umpteenth time.

atsumu frowns, "can you even do that?"

oikawa snorts, "i'm on the king's good side want to ask that again?"

"no" came atsumu's mumbled response.

oikawa moves to stand on the other side of the clay figure that atsumu is currently tailoring.

"clay is much more difficult to tailor than human skin, which is probably why you're struggling so much." oikawa states.

"i'm not struggling," atsumu argues back at him.

"you're face says otherwise, miya." oikawa teases, "anyways, though you obviously want to get close to perfection on the clay figures, keep in mind that the goal of this exercise is to increase your stamina."

atsumu nods, working the cheekbones higher and adding some more shape to the jawline.

oikawa prompts atsumu to step away as he checks over atsumu's finished product. he hums in approval before facing atsumu again.

"here's a tip. even when i'm gone practice with these clay figures for reference. clay is forgiving, the royals aren't." oikawa rolls his eyes, "prince sakusa would probably have you executed if you did anything major with his face."

atsumu's eyes widen in surprise, and oikawa laughs in his face.

"i'm obviously joking, miya. lighten up."

atsumu's time in the castle has gone something like this: wake up, get breakfast with oikawa, train with oikawa, listen to oikawa's complaints, train with oikawa some more, eat dinner with oikawa, and go to bed.

atsumu is a social being, and he longs to talk with the other belles his age. he's talked to shirabu, but he doesn't really count it as a conversation since he was immediately shut down by the angle haired boy.

oikawa has said, quote, "you're duty to the crown comes first miya, you're not here to make friends" but that's complete bullshit since oikawa is literally going into retirement as a result of his social life.

atsumu is getting quite tired of oikawa, and that is the reason why the minute the captain of the guard appeared to give oikawa a visit, atsumu practically ran out of the room the two were previously in.

he's not stupid, atsumu knows that thanks to iwaizumi's appearance he had finally scored the break he had been longing for.

after running a fair distance down the castle halls and gaining estranged looks from the various advisors that roamed the area, atsumu found himself in a small garden courtyard.

he walked along the small rubble pathway that carved through the tall flowers, failing to notice the light steady raindrops falling onto him.

a tall fern caught atsumu's attention, and he jogged over to it. however, he lost his footing and made a complete fool of himself falling into a puddle of mud and consequently covering his pristine robes in dark stains.

as if the world couldn't get any more unforgiving, the skies opened up and rain poured down. atsumu threw his head back and cursed.

"YA GOTTA BE KIDDIN' ME" he screeched, his northern dialect creeping in past the practiced accent he had learned over years of training.

"could you be any louder?" a snooty voice pipes up from around the corner.

atsumu whips his head around trying to find the source. he finds it in a man that looks to be about his age. he has dark eyes accompanied with dark brown curls, pale skin, and two beauty marks above his left eye. his face is contorted in a scowl which just accentuates the sharp angles in his face. atsumu can't help but marvel at the masterpiece of tailoring before him.

"hello?" the stranger asks again.

atsumu walks to the covered bench the stranger was sitting under. it was just big enough for two people to seek shelter from the rain.

he's about to sit down when the stranger speaks up again.

"can you not sit down here? you're covered in mud and i don't want to get filthy." he says.

atsumu's jaw drops, "i'm sorry, your highness." he says sarcastically, not expecting the strangers head to bow down in recognition of the title.

"prince sakusa is fine." he states.

atsumu bends down and looks at the newly discovered prince, "so you're the prince oikawa was complaining about? interesting." he says, completely forgetting who he was talking to.

sakusa scoffs, "he was complaining? maybe i should tell that to my father."

once again, atsumu is rendered speechless. quickly composing himself, he fumbles to find a response.

"holy shit please don't tell the king, i'm sorry i'm new here." he begged.

atsumu's level of discomfort increased tenfold when he noticed sakusa's eyes scanning his body. when sakusa's eyes meet his, atsumu is greeted with a look of complete disgust.

"so you're oikawa's protégé?" he asks, disbelief edging into his tone.

"in the flesh" atsumu responds with a megawatt smile.

sakusa tuts, seemingly dissatisfied with his response.

"you have a long way to go, belle-"

"my name is miya atsumu" atsumu interrupts, and is sushed by yet another heated glare.

"as i was saying miya, you have a long way to go. maybe work on your etiquete before ever speaking to a royal again." sakusa states while standing up, "i'll be leaving now."

atsumu is left in stunned silence and all he can do is watch sakusa's form retreat down the hall.

just who the hell did the prince think he was?