Why Me? COMPLETE!!!

Chapter Twelve.

A/N: Here ya go 🥰 my stupid ass computer deleted it 3 times 😒 here you go 😙
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Atsumu woke up before the others, Sahirah coming in and giving the blonde his release papers. After they were signed, she took the IV’s and other cords out, giving him a strict regimen to get his body used to moving again. It was a miracle he could still walk, really. Most car accidents leave the patient either unable to walk, or dead.

As the others slowly woke up, Atsumu had been experimenting how far he could walk. The others watched in awe as he wobbled around the room, never falling. Smiling, they got him a wheelchair, signing him out before making their way to the Miya household.

Upon entering, the lights were turned off and it was quiet. Too quiet. Quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Stepping in slowly, cautiously, Atsumu screamed when his friends suddenly popped up, shouting out ‘WELCOME HOME!’ A banner hung in their living room, along with food littering the table and counter tops. 

Sobbing, Atsumu smiled, overjoyed as he saw all his friends looking at him with soft smiles. Getting up carefully, Atsumu walked over to Osamu, his brother meeting him half way for a hug.

Ruffling his older brother’s hair, Osamu led him to the couch, taking a protective seat next to him, Suna and Kita following on the other side. Sakusa looked disappointed, but stuck to his corner as everyone celebrated Atsumu’s return.

Soon, it was dark out, and everyone slowly left. The only people left as the clock struck 9 was Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Kita, Suna, and the twins themselves. 

It was awkward for a while till Oikawa spoke up. “Let's play a game!”

“Yes please! Truth or dare: Dirty Edition! I'll call up the bitch!” Atsumu exclaimed, texting Aran, ignoring the scolding and snickers he had gotten.

Aran and Atsumu’s private messages.

Regret: Hey asshole, come to my house

No-good-bitch: Why should I brat?

Regret: I'll tell Kita you're bullying me again.

No-good-bitch: I'll be there in 10

Regret: Great! 😊

Shutting off his phone, Atsumu looked over to Kita, “It said it would be over in 10.”

Sighing, Kita let it slide, not having the energy to argue with the boy. Atsumu was dead set on not accepting Aran, which was complete bullshit because he loved the guy till he and Kita got together. ‘Ah,’ Kita thought, ‘He's jealous I'm giving more attention to Aran and not him. Cute.’

When Aran arrived, Atsumu threw a carrot at him, snickering when Aran let out a pained groan. “Can you stop torturing me for one second?”

Smirking, Atsumu nodded, setting a timer on his phone for one second. As soon as it went off, he grabbed another vegetable, this time a stalk of celery, and threw it at the boy now sitting in front of him. “I waited exactly a second, just like you asked,” he grinned proudly, earning a snort from his brother and a jab from Kita.

Oikawa grabbed an empty water bottle, setting it down in the middle of the floor, moving the coffee table to stop the impending food war. “We’ll spin the bottle, whoever it lands on gets asked truth or dare. You must do the truth/dare or you get a punishment. I’ll start.”

The bottle spun for exactly 12.5 seconds, slowing down before finally landing on Sakusa. Staring at the germaphobe carefully, Kiyoomi debated whether he should do dare or truth. Making up his mind, Sakusa prepared for the worst.

“Dare,” he mumbled, just loud enough for the others to hear. Oikawa smirked evilly, snickering.

“I dare you to give Atsumu a hickey on his… foot.” Everyone stared at Oikawa in disbelief and disgust. Shrugging, the milk chocolate haired boy took out his phone, ready to record it.

Sakusa looked unsure, while Atsumu blushed red and was fidgeting. Osamu looked ready to kill Oikawa and Sakusa. “What’s the punishment?”

“Osamu gets to slap you anytime he wants for a hour.”

Sakusa slowly moved towards Atsumu, spraying his foot with disinfectant before giving him a hickey, quickly going to the bathroom afterwards to brush his teeth.

Once he came back, he found everyone was still laughing while Atsumu looked like he was dying inside, looking at the purple and red bruise on his foot.

The game continued, Oikawa having to do the macarena in his boxers, Iwaizumi having to lick mustard off Kita's leg, Osamu marking his brother, and Suna was asked what his kinks were.

When it was Atsumu’s turn to ask, he quickly spun the bottle, landing on Aran. Said man paled, gulping audibly.

“So~ truth or dare Aran-san?” 

Aran contemplated, before sighing, “I'm going to regret this, but dare.”

The blondes smirk grew, almost looking like the cheshire cats, “Go streaking up and down the streets.”

It was silent for a few moments before Oikawa could be heard dying in the background, Aran regretting ever meeting Atsumu, Osamu snickering, and Kita looking disappointed. Sakusa and Suna just observed an amused glint in their eyes.

“You heard the man,” Iwaizumi chuckled, “Give us a good show, yeah?”

Aran grumbled, before getting up and taking his clothes off, Kita and Atsumu covering their eyes, screaming. Oikawa was turning red, barely able to breathe, concerning his boyfriend immensely. Kiyoomi looked away, Suna recording it, and Osamu cackling while Aran was screamed at by the grannies and mom’s. After five minutes, he came back with many red marks, looking embarrassed.

They all went inside, Aran quickly putting on his clothes before leaving for his house. Once everyone caught their breath, they decided to call it a night and sleep. Oikawa and Iwaizumi got the guest bedroom, Suna and Osamu sharing, Kita waving bye as he left. Kiyoomi and Atsumu had a staring contest, before the ravenette looked away. The blonde giggled, jumping up and down. 

As they were going to the stairs, Atsumu jumped Sakusa, almost causing them both to fall.

“Don't just do that so suddenly,” he had hissed angrily at the giggling man, gripping Atsu’s thighs so the male wouldn’t fall. Climbing up the remaining stairs, Sakusa opened the door, dropping Atsumu on the ground before going to his duffle bag, putting on pajamas. “I'm going to get changed, be done before I come out.”

Nodding, Atsumu got up, going to his closet. He had picked a baby blue oversized sweatshirt, and a pair of boxers. Slipping on the article of clothing, Atsumu climbed in bed, waiting for Sakusa to finish.

Once he did, Atsumu blushed a cherry red, Sakusa only wearing a pair of sweatpants. As he climbed in bed with Atsumu, the faux blonde curled up next to him, purring in contentment. Sakusa wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, sighing softly as he nuzzled his face in the beach blonde hair of the setter. They fell asleep shortly after, smiling softly.