Mr. Clean | sakuatsu

Worry

Atsumu woke up to the sound of his morning alarm going off. He let out a whine of displeasure as he blindly patted his bedside table to find his phone. Once he felt the cold screen of the phone against his fingertips, he lazily tapped the screen to turn the alarm off. Atsumu wasn't in the best of moods due to an argument that him and his brother had about their respective boyfriends. Osamu had pointed out the fact that Atsumu couldn't even hold Sakusa's hand without him snapping at Atsumu.

Atsumu groaned as he sleepily got out of bed. He then went over to his closet to pick out something to wear and then set off to the bathroom to take a shower. after about half an hour, he got out of the shower and changed into some Black jeans that were ripped up the knees, A black and white striped T-shirt, and a light blue denim jacket that was a bit too big for him and black doc Marten boots. He got his phone and threw himself down onto a swivel chair that was in front of his desk, immediately texting Sakusa.

Text to: Mr. Clean 
>> Hey Omi, I know this is kind of out of the blue but I was talking with Samu and he brought something up. And it has me nervous that I can't even hold your hand without you looking at me weirdly...

Atsumu set his phone back onto the table and sighed, nervously waiting for his boyfriend to respond.

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Hello! I know this is pretty short and I'm really really sorry about that. anyways, I hope you enjoyed it!