𝑐𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑒 / 𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢

𝑇𝑊𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑌-𝑂𝑁𝐸

"Omi, I'm bored," Atsumu says, stretching his arms over his head. "Hi bored. I'm Sakusa Kiyoomi," Sakusa says, draining his cup of iced coffee.

Atsumu rolls his eyes. "That's such an old joke," he says. Sakusa shrugs. "A joke is a joke," he says. "Like me. I'm a joke."

Atsumu blinks. "That's very dark humour, Omi-kun."

"Well, if you're bored, I know a nearby beach," Sakusa suggests. Atsumu leans in. "We shall go there," he says. Sakusa opens his mouth to-

"No excuses. We must leave now. My legs need to be exercised," Atsumu says, standing from his seat. Since the male is already on his feet, Sakusa chooses not to protest and stands too.

The pair exit the cafe, and Atsumu stops. Sakusa startles at the abrupt pause, and he glares in irritation at Atsumu, who just playfully smiles at him. "Go, Omi. Be my Google Maps," he orders, gesturing to the pavement winding ahead of them.

"Hm sure whatever," Sakusa just says, rolling his eyes. They walk step in step, with Sakusa leading the way and Atsumu randomly pointing out some things along the way.

"By the way, how do you know about that beach? I never knew that there was a beach around the area," Atsumu says, looking up at Sakusa. "Wakatoshi and I spent a lot of time there," Sakusa replies.

Atsumu raises his brows. "Why take me there? Don't you want to preserve that place as-" "I think I'd rather replace memories of being with him there by memories of being with you there," Sakusa cuts off.

Atsumu's eyes widen and he feels his heart beat faster. He blinks repeatedly, and he can't resist but cracking a smile. "You're so sweet, Omi Omi," he compliments, wrapping his arm around Sakusa's.

Sakusa looks down at their interlocked arms.

Contact. With. Miya. Atsumu.

A siren silently blares in his head, but Sakusa just shakes his head and looks up. "Not really," he says, leading the blonde to the beach.

"Are you really going to go to the beach in those shoes?" Atsumu asks amusingly, looking down at Sakusa's shoes. "I'll take them off obviously," Sakusa replies.

"Do you cycle, Omi-kun?" Atsumu asks. "Yeah. But not anymore," Sakusa answers.

Sakusa used to cycle every weekend with Wakatoshi Ushijima. They cycled around the whole town, stopping to have snacks along the way. Afterwards they would go to the beach and kill time there.

"Why not? Did you cycle with Waka-waka?" Atsumu teases, wiggling his eyebrows at Sakusa. Sakusa rolls his eyes. "It's Wakatoshi. Not Waka-waka," he corrects. "Oh come on! It's just a joke. Do you even know where Waka-waka comes from?" Atsumu asks.

Sakusa shakes his head and Atsumu's jaw drops open in shock. "Did you not have a childhood? That was one of my childhood songs! By Shakira!" Atsumu exclaims. "Never heard of her," Sakusa says.

Atsumu blinks. "Have you never heard of 'Hips don't lie'?" he asks. "Hips don't what?" Sakusa asks. Atsumu bumps his hips against Sakusa's. "Hips don't lie," he repeats, winking at Sakusa.

"You're such an awful flirt," Sakusa comments. "Says a person who can't even flirt back," Atsumu retorts, shaking his head. "I can flirt back okay. I just choose not to with you," Sakusa explains.

"Don't be a wimp! Come on! Flirt back!" Atsumu chirps. "No," Sakusa firmly says.

Atsumu pouts. "I'll say a flirt and then you have to flirt back," he says. "I want something in return," Sakusa says.

"A hug?"

"No. Why would I want to hug you?"

"Don't you want these strong arms around your smexy body?"

'Yes.'

"No."

"Meanie!"

"Because I'd rather wrap my own arms around your smexy body," Sakusa retorts.

Atsumu remains silent as he processes the information. Sakusa looks down in concern at the silent blonde. "Tsumu?" he says.

Atsumu lets out a squeal. "Oh my god, Omi!" he says, his face a shade red. He leans his head against Sakusa's arm, laughing.

Sakusa smiles.

He too might have a tiny crush on Miya Atsumu.

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A/n:
Of course you have a crush on Atsumu. And yes I actually found time to update. I'm amazing 🤠