Unhealthy obsession (Haikyuu AU)

Chapter 8

"I'm curious, how did you know where to find me?" Atsumu asked.

He was walking behind Ushijima with short, quick steps. Streets were almost empty and it was freezing. Atsumu should have taken his jacket but Osamu had dragged him out so fast into the street that he couldn't even blink before realizing what was really happening. What's more, he didn't expect himself to be in front of his favourite actor's manager, and now he was hallucinating like it was a dream he was about to wake up to.

"You'll have to ask him," Ushijima replied looking back over his shoulder.

"And why are you wearing a mask and sunglasses at 5 in the morning?" Atsumu asked curiously.

"In order for them not to recognize me, I must not attract attention," Ushijima replied.

Well, you've done a damned poor job. With the things you wear you stand out a lot, Atsumu thought. However, he nodded without saying it out loud, he just kept walking with his hands in the pockets of his pants.

When Ushijima asked him to accompany him because Sakusa had asked to see him, Atsumu's heart skipped a beat. He was so nervous that he almost fainted and Osamu and Semi had to hold him so he wouldn't fall to the ground. He was excited and happy, but also scared. Sakusa was a hot, attractive man who could have anyone at his mercy. And yet he, Atsumu, without knowing how or why, had caught his attention.

That thought was spinning in Atsumu's mind, who without being aware of it, had followed Ushijima to a black car with tinted rear windows, a huge Cadillac limousine with shiny and spotless paint. The few people on the street stopped to take photos of the vehicle.

Ushijima opened the back door and nodded. "Come in," he said quietly.

Atsumu was trembling like a leaf as he stepped forward. He looked at Ushijima like a slaughtered lamb, self-conscious at the luxury that presented itself to him.

The interior was spacious and airy, with black leather seats hidden in the gloom. The little light that illuminated the interior came from the light of the streetlight that entered through the open door. But soon it was pitch black as Ushijima climbed up behind him and slammed the door shut.

Atsumu could feel the tension in every muscle in his body and his rapid breathing. He felt dizzy and ecstatic, as if the whole thing was just a delusion caused by some kind of drug he had taken without being aware of it.

Don't wake up, please, don't wake up, he pleaded with closed eyes.

Suddenly, a weak light shone on the roof of the limo and Atsumu jumped slightly in his seat as he opened his eyes again. He waited with bated breath.

In front of him was Sakusa Kyoomi, the most famous porn actor expert in sadomasochism in Japan. He had a penetrating look in his black eyes and a black mask covered his nose and mouth. He was wearing a very smart black shirt and a tight black suit to enhance the width of his back and thighs. Everything on him was dark and elegant, like a shadow prince on a fantasy novel.

"Miya Atsumu," he said in a whisper but with a powerful tone of voice. "It's you?"

Atsumu swallowed hard and twitched his fingers on the fabric of his pants. His whole body was shaking and his mouth was dry. His lips were parted trying to say a word but he made no sound. The atmosphere was heavily crushing on him, what the hell was he supposed to do?

"You don't mean to say anything?" Sakusa asked without the slightest bit of emotion.

Atsumu gasped trying to say something, but still he wasn't able to speak. Sakusa turned to look at his manager with a frown. "Get him out of here," he said, "I don't want to—"