𝑐𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑒 / 𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢

𝑇𝑊𝐸𝐿𝑉𝐸

"What are you drawing?" Komori asks, nodding to Sakusa's rough sketch.

Sakusa bites his lip. "A cup of cappucino," he replies. Komori wiggles his eyebrows. "Because of Mr. Miya?" he teases, causing Sakusa to turn a shade of red. "No. It's about a dream," he says.

"A dream? What dream?" Komori asks, pulling one of his earphones out to listen to Sakusa's explanation.

Sakusa puts his pencil down before looking up. "I dreamt of Atsumu," he says, blushing even more. Komori guffaws, slamming the table repeatedly. "In what way? Is it-" "Definitely not what you're thinking of," Sakusa sternly says, glaring at the brown-haired male in front of him.

Komori laughs before leaning back and folding his arms. "Entertain me."

"I was in the cafe and there was this cappucino in front of me with its foam in the shape of a heart. And then Atsumu came in. He asked me if I drank the cappucino and when I said yes I suddenly started to have a seizure or something?"

"I couldn't breathe, and then... there was this voice that said all I did was hurt people I love. And then Atsumu was there, holding my hand and telling me not to listen to the voice. And then I just... died. Dream Atsumu was crying," Sakusa ends his summary of the dream.

Komori blinks.

"That was... not what I expected," he comments.

"Yeah. It's pretty... I don't know. But I felt really freaked out," Sakusa says.

Komori frowns. "Do you think it has something to do with the Ushijima Incident?" he asks.

Sakusa closes his eyes. "I wouldn't like to really talk about that," he replied, shaking his head.

He doesn't want to relive the shame, the guilt, the hurt he felt when Ushijima Wakatoshi had blatantly rejected him.

He doesn't want to relive the heartbreak he felt, when Ushijima Wakatoshi left him standing in the dark corner of the room, tears streaming down his face and his heart shattered in pieces.

"Yeah. Right, sorry. Then let's talk about happier things," Komori says, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah. Whatever," Sakusa says.

"So, does Atsumu watch drama?" Komori asks, the teasing tone back. Sakusa rolls his eyes. "Yes. He's currently watching Descendants of the Sun," he replies.

"He is?! Marry him, Kiyoomi. I swear, if you don't marry him, I'll marry him myself," Komori jokes, laughing when Sakusa glares at him.

"Chill, Sakusa. I won't steal him away. So, what have you two been talking about?" Komori asks, smiling. "He told me that I'll be the Chaewon to his Eunbi," Sakusa replies, taking his pencil and looking down at his sketch.

Sakusa smiles slightly at the memory.

'Stupid but cute'.

Komori snaps a picture of Sakusa's small smile. "I'm making this my wallpaper," he claims. Sakusa looks up, a confused look on his face. "Making what your wallpaper?" he asks.

Komori shows him his photo of Sakusa's small smile as he looks down at the paper. Sakusa's face twists in irritation, and he lunges for the phone. "Delete that, dumb shit!" he snaps, but Komori snatches his phone from Sakusa's grip.

"In fact, I think I'll send this to Atsumu and caption it as, 'Sakusa Kiyoomi, a usually cold and isolated'-" "I am not cold and... isolated," Sakusa interrupts. "Yes you are. As I saying before I was so rudely interrupted," Komori says, enjoying Sakusa's look of irritation deepen.

"Sakusa Kiyoomi, a usually cold and isolated male, smiles at the mention of the name 'Miya Atsumu'. Not just his name, but also memories that most likely involve very flirtatious remarks or very adorable remarks, but mask the secret meaning of each remark- 'I like Sakusa Kiyoomi'-" "Komori, what the hell!" Sakusa exclaims, shaking his head.

Komori bursts into laughter. "What? It's just a caption!" he says. "It sounds like an essay. Or an article with no substance," Sakusa corrects, folding his arms. "'No substance'? What are you talking about? This is called gay substance. However, it's not in the solid state yet," Komori says matter-of-factly.

"Please shut up. I think I'm losing brain cells by just listening to you and your stupid articles," Sakusa says, rubbing his temples.

"See, Kiyoomi. Your love for Atsumu is still in the gas state, with its particles spread far apart because you don't whether you like him-" "I do not like Miya Atsumu," Sakusa cuts off.

Komori snorts. "Sure. I bet you sleep with his smile in your head. Helps you sleep better or something," he jokes.

Sakusa presses his lips into a thin line.

What Komori is saying is true.

A/n:
Woah, woah, Kiyoomi.

Anyway

I might not be able to update these next few days because
1. I am moving ✨
2. Its christmas and I need to start to do christmas cleaning (yes I love cleaning) and gift shopping

But of course I'll update whenever I can :D

P.S.
number nine on sakuatsu?? Thank you 🥰🥰

- exoticjams 😎🕶🤏🏽