Now onto tsumu's side. it's pretty clear that atsumu, the popular flirt, doesn't know of Sakusa, right?
wrong.
in fact, atsumu was attracted to the introverted male, he adored him.
he adored his sleek, curly hair that contrasted gorgeously with his delicate, pale skin. that same dark and lustrous hair, that went well with his equally dark eyes. oh god, those eyes. they'd be the death of him. the dark haired male had eyes that were so dark, but contained so much light . atsumu adored them, he adored the soulful, deep, and mysterious eyes, that were framed with long, thick eyelashes.
in all honesty, atsumu had had his eye on the male for a while now, ever since he saw him from across the cafeteria. and since then, no matter what he did, he'd always find his eyes trailing back to the mysterious, masked male.
all atsumu wanted was to befriend the male who always had a mask on. but he couldn't see himself doing that in the near future, especially since, he couldn't even manage to speak to sakusa. he wanted to, no, he needed to talk to him, but no matter how close sakusa was, he always felt so far away. so unreachable. so, miya had stuck to just stalking his instagram.
the older twin wasn't even used to genuinely liking someone. he'd usually spend a night with them, and then proceed to ghost them. he didn't do relationships, he didn't do commitment. instead, he did drugs. and alcohol. sure, it'd be nice to have someone there for him, someone who wasn't his brother. that however, seemed unachievable. maybe it was his trust issues talking. or maybe he just didn't believe he could be truly loved. whatever it was, it led to him being know as a f**kboy, or even a s**t in some cases. but he didn't really care.
now onto atsumu's thoughts about the unknown number he texted, or should i say, omi-omi. he enjoyed texting omi-omi. omi-kun had kinda hurt atsumu's ego at first, but shortly after, tsumu had managed to adjust to his grouchy personality. nonetheless, atsumu never would've suspected that omi-omi was actually........

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𝘄𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 || 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂
Romance𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚. 𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿: yoo samu whre u att? come to tershimuas. imm wasssstedd pikk up me. a half text fic that includes spicy fits, plans, past toxic relations...