Phobias- Sakusa x Atsumu

Chapter 02- ✨CLOSET✨

Starting Chapter 02-...

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Astumu POV

"OSAMUUUUU!!!!!" I screamed from upstairs.

As I looked down at the "neatly" placed clothes in my suite case. I couldn't help but feel as if something was missing.

"What dumbass?" Osamu says calmly while leaning against the door frame.

"AH HA! There it is! My favorite sweater!"

The sight of my favorite sweater made me happy...but the person wearing it didn't.

"Osamu!! Bro can you stop taking and wearing my sweater? It's my favorite one, take it off you dumbo!" I said while standing up and walking towards Osamu.

Osamu backed up and crosses his arm.

"Bitch this sweater is mine."

I halted from my step and gave a confusing face.

"I put yours in the washer since you never washed it."

My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. As I panicked and rushed downstairs.

"YOU DUMBASS IT STILL HAS THE SAME AIR BRUSHING AGAINST IT!!" Astumu yelled from downstairs.

Osamu heard the washer stop.

"Oh, you mean that one day that you went to that one concert?" Osamu asked as I climbed the stairs.

"Yes, that concert," I said as I rushed to my room.

"Now I'm gonna be late to the camp you idiot." I hurriedly pushed a few more clothes into the suitcase.

I could see Osamu roll his eyes and walk away from his spot. I took that time and also rolled my eyes.

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Sakusa POV

I stood in front of the entrance to the gym, fixing my mask while also cursing. I would have turned down the invite if my parents weren't so persistent.

I sucked in a breath and opened the door, embracing myself for the many talented players that would stand on the court. As the door flew open, a ball zoomed past me, barely missing my face. My heart almost jumped out of my chest.

"Ah sorry!"

I made eye contact with the person who had almost hit me in the face. A fake blonde stood in front of me bowing and apologizing.

"I wanted to try out spiking, but my hand accidentally slipped and it almost flew your head off! I deeply apologize!!"

I stared at him, only worried about the germs and sweat that coated his skin. I cringed and walked past him, not in care in the world. But for some reason, he had a familiar color on his hair. I couldn't get my finger on it, but he seemed familiar, like a few days ago familiar. I clicked my tongue and wiped the bench. Carefully placing my bag on top of the bench.

"Okay everyone, could you all please stand in front of me?"

One of the coaches shouted through the court. All the players nodded and stood in front of the coach.

"Ok fellas, we all invited you here because we saw great potential in you all. I know that there are some people here who are in a school that happens to be a rival to yours. But please behave yourself and be mindful. Any bad spitting or sourness will not be tolerated. Do you understand?"

All the kids nodded and shouted, "Yes sir." I stood there, hands in my pocket. I was only paying attention to the number of germs that could potentially be in the area.