Gray (Haikyuu One-shots)

End Game (SakuAtsu)

Day 1: Prompt (Tier 2): Unrequited Love

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Atsumu leaned against the door frame of the room Sakusa was occupying. He was dressed in a beige tuxedo while the other wore an ivory cream one. Atsumu's eyes were glued to the man in front of him, who was smiling happily as they add a few last-minute touches to his suit. Atsumu pushed himself off the doorframe when the tailors moved away and gestured for him to approach Sakusa.

"How do I look?" Sakusa asked. He spun around to show Atsumu his tux, and the latter smiled at him.

"Ethereal," Atsumu answered and walked closer. He fumbled with the brooch in his pocket for a while before taking it out to pin it on Sakusa's lapel. He could feel tears pooling in his eyes, so he took a deep breath to stop it. He shouldn't be crying. He can't ruin Sakusa's day by crying. Atsumu's hand trembled as he pins the royal blue gypsophila brooch that signified endless and unconditional love on Sakusa's lapel. It was his last gift to Sakusa, but he didn't say, the spiker didn't need to know.

Atsumu patted the brooch and took a step away from Sakusa, "there, you look perfect, Sakusa," the name felt foreign in Atsumu's tongue, but it's something he needs to get used to. The setter flashed the groom the brightest smile he could muster as he says, "congratulations,"

Sakusa smiled back at him, and Atsumu could feel his heart constricting. "Thanks, Atsumu, it's because of you that I getting married today," hearing his first name roll off Sakusa's tongue made him feel butterflies in his stomach. He could feel warmth surrounding him as he takes in his name. It sounded so beautiful and painful at the same time.

"I'll see you at the altar," Atsumu said and turned his back on Sakusa to hide the tears that quickly welled up in his eyes. He walked to the washroom to recollect himself. He kept on splashing his face with running water to stop the tears that kept flowing like an open faucet. He wasn't supposed to cry on Sakusa's wedding day. He practiced, he cried himself to bed the night before to make sure he runs out of tears, but every time he remembers the time he spent with Sakusa, he couldn't help but feel his heart constrict.

Atsumu took his time to wash away the tears in his eyes and let the redness go away. He was staring at his reflection, and he couldn't help but scoff at how pitiful he looked. He ran his hand through his hair before looking at his watch. He had five minutes to go to the church and stand across Ushijima, the man Sakusa's about to call his husband. Atsumu hated that he feels bitter and jealous instead of feeling happy and excited, but he couldn't just help it. He wanted to be the man Sakusa marries, but sadly that isn't the case. Atsumu gulped and wiped his face with his handkerchief before walking towards the church, praying he looks decent enough.

He arrived, and Komori ran to him, "God, Atsumu, I thought you bailed," Komori joked as he guides Atsumu to where he's supposed to stand. The church was decorated beautifully, and everyone was happily chatting with each other. It was a wedding everyone was looking forward to, except for Atsumu.

"Are you alright?" Komori asked as they walk down the aisle. Of course, Atsumu wasn't okay. But it didn't matter when Sakusa was only a few minutes from marrying Ushijima.

"I'm fine," Atsumu answered in a fake cheery voice accompanied by the fakest smile he could muster. He knows Komori knew what he's feeling right now, and asking him if he was okay was Komori's way of showing that he cares. But Atsumu couldn't just appreciate it, not now.

"Thanks for supporting Sakusa," Komori said and squeezed Atsumu's shoulder before leaving him in front of the altar. Atsumu couldn't help but clench his jaw, he understood that Komori meant well, but it didn't settle well with Atsumu.