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."

Summary: under the bed, inside a box, it awaits to be found: a collection of letters from sakusa who was recovering from amnesia, addressed to atsumu, his fiancé.

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.