Toxic || SakuAtsu

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"What do you think you're doing here?" Komori said, pushing back his brown hair, which had been growing out a lot. "You haven't even come anywhere close to healing, you know?"

"I know." Komori was one of the very few people who watched Sakusa grow; he had been there with him the day he joined the underworld.

"So why are you out here like a stubborn little kid."

Sakusa pouted at that.

The green-eyed male was part of the weaponry faction which gave him an air of professional gentleness.

Of course, the gentleness didn't apply to his routine of kicking ass; he was respectfully part of the training team, always one of the first to greet new faces.

"I couldn't sleep."

And it was true, Sakusa had only been able to toss and turn in his sheets, the anticipation and anxiety of the upcoming mission making his nerves taut.

Komori simply hummed.

"So, did you talk to 'Tsumu?"

Sakusa whipped his head towards Komori - who had his head bowed, oblivious - utterly befuddled by his question.

What does the blond have to do with this story?

"Why on earth would I ever talk to Miya?"

"Because," Komori let his sentence hang, in his hands were two persian blades; silver-handled and tipped with sharpened platinum; assured to kiss someone's life goodbye, sending them richer than they ever would've been while alive.

Sakusa watched as Komori twirled the blade between his slender fingers, throwing one in the air and catching it after tossing the other one in his other hand, but never leaving them stationary, always in the act.

The act was mesmerising, Sakusa almost lost what he had initially planned on saying as his words died on his lips.

"What were you saying about Atsumu?" He shook himself, diverting all his attention to the light haired male.

"I'm saying," started Komori, pausing his act to look dead in Sakusa's eyes, "That you're being a little too hard on him."

Sakusa blinked, "How?"

"The poor kid lost everything and was tortured by you when he thought he had found salvation, and here you are asking him to do mission impossible."

He continued, nearing Sakusa, his voice dipping down to a whisper, "You know what his recent missions have led to, right?"

Yes, but actually, no-

Sakusa's eyes never had any light in them; they never really had, so Komori didn't bother flinching or giving Sakusa the pleasure of being intimidated when he bored those beady eyes at him.

"I didn't torture him," Sakusa replied, looking away bored, "I simply held him captive against his will for a prolonged period of time."

It was a debatable way of describing torture but he internally shrugged.

"Besides," this time Sakusa smirked like he was sedated, eyes heavily hooded and his opaque black eyes turning into blinking onyx', "I bet he liked it."

"He didn't."

"And how would you know that?" The black-haired male held wooden staff in his hands, accusingly pointing at Komori; it was unspoken, the other male already picked up a similar rod and circled the arena, bouncing on the balls of his feet, warming up.

"I do something with Atsumu that you don't even bother trying," Komori lunged first before ending his sentence, "Talk."

He took the starting strike, expertly breaking Sakusa's defences and before he maneouvered his rod to the other boy's ankles, tapped it and smirked as if to exaggerate the fact that he had one point in, then pulled it - sending Sakusa to the ground.

The dark-haired male grunted on the floor, ignoring the ache of his body.

"I do talk, just not as casually as you."

"Oh really? Fine, then tell me what happened in his last mission."

"Why?"

"Because."

The two had been sparring all while holding the conversation; Sakusa was exceptionally good in combat - short and long range - that's what labelled him flexible and worthy of the title of him as vice of the sector.

But Komori was just as good, he was a trainer after all, he had Sakusa pinned to the ground, his staff against the other male's throat as Sakusa himself had his legs twisted around Komori's neck, neither budging, unwilling to let the other win.

Komori could give less fucks about Sakusa's injuries; he might as well go full on, he decided, since Sakusa was so intent on hurting himself.

"Atsumu is a human at the end of the day too." Komori grunted out, switching his offense to defense as he released the pressure on the rod, pulling back and letting Sakusa stand up.

"I could care any less about what species he is," ferocious absoluteness enriched Sakusa's voice as he spoke, anger boiling within him, he wiped the side of his mouth. "He knew what the hell he was getting into the day he requested to join our faction."

"He didn't have any other choice-"

"I don't care!" Sakusa threw his rod down, venting his anger, "It's his fault for being so susceptible, it's his fault-"

"So you're admitting that you were just as weak as he is when the same thing happened to you-"

"I am not weak," Sakusa stomped towards Komori and clutched his shirt, pulling him at eye level, a deep scowl etched onto his pale face. "I was never weak; I never was and I never will be."

Komori's posture didn't faze; it was as if he was used to it, even if Sakusa had him in a chokehold over a pit of lava in a temper tantrum, he would simply sigh it away and wait for the black-haired boy to calm down and sulk in a corner.

"Then Atsumu isn't weak either."

"I never really said he was," he released Komori and walked away, "He's good at what he does, if it wasn't for him we wouldn't even have this second shot."

Since I decided to mess up the first catastrophically.

"Then what are you being hard on him for?"

"For fuck's sake," Sakusa clenched his damp curls in his hands, looking down, purely tired of Komori, "What did I fucking do to him? What do you want me to do for him? Kiss him well and buy him candy?"

"Well-" Komori thought about it.

"No."

Silence enveloped the chamber as neither of them spoke, just tuning in the beats of their breathing.

"Talk to him."

Sakusa looked at Komori, not even trying to fight, "About what?"

"Just," he shrugged, picking up his towel and throwing it over his head, childishly obscuring his face, "About something; he's very fond of you."

"Why? Because I'm his paralysis demon?"

Komori turned around and made his way out the room, allowing Saksua to contemplate alone on his last words: "Because he's in love with you Yoomi; Atsumu fell in love with you the day he met you."

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