Between the two of them, Osamu had always been more liked. Well, maybe not when it came to Sakusa, but in every other aspect. Where Atsumu was sassy and arrogant, he was mature and calmer. Where Atsumu was known for being a self-entitled asshole, Osamu got popular for his quiet yet kind nature. And where Atsumu got insecure, hiding it with layers upon layers of masks and always got in trouble with his mother, Osamu didn't notice. And neither did the team. It seemed as if he was caught in a ticking time bomb, and the situation was just waiting for the right moment to explode in order to create more damage, both to himself and everyone around him. Word count: 61.033 ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵃᵛᵃⁱˡᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵛᵉᵒᶠᵒᵘʳᵒʷⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘᵗᵘᵇᵉ › ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃˢ ʷⁱᵗ

Summary: "Hey, Miya-" "I saw the sex stuff in your bathroom," Atsumu violently blurts against his will. Time stretches out, eternal, unending... the void at the beginning and end of all things coming to claim Atsumu as he stands in his borrowed house slippers by Sakusa's door. There's a ringing in his ears, or perhaps it's the laughter of some vengeful god. Sakusa's expression doesn't outwardly change. His eyes feel like they're drilling holes in Atsumu's head. "It's not sex stuff. It's bondage gear."