The Hand I want To Hold

"So Tsumu, Tell us about you and Sakusa!" Sugawara said.

The setter's had disappeared on everyone again; Going to their favourite beach-side town. As they sat on the sand, looking out at the ocean, Sugawara and the other setters had become curious about Sakusa and Atsumu's relationship.

"It's a long story..." Atsumu said.

"We have all the time in the world right now!" Semi smiled.

And that's when the memories came flooding backing.

Every night Atsumu had laid awake in his bed thinking of Sakusa's pretty moles, or how perfectly his hair curled, or how different he seemed to treat him in comparison to others.

Every interaction since the day they first met, the smiles and crinkles in Sakusa's mask, The gentle laughter that seemed to the only thing he would hear, the slow turn from strangers to friends to lovers, and how Sakusa was the only Future Atsumu saw.

Atsumu huffed out a chuckle.
"His was the only hand I wanted to hold."