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mess it up - part two

sakusa kiyoomi x miya atsumu x f!reader

part one - masterlist

word count: 3,068

Atsumu had no idea what to do.

He realized it had been a few months since he had talked to you. Really talked, not just sharing memes or new music or stupid selfies.

Last he heard, you had finally moved in with your boyfriend—the one you got in college while he was off pursuing a career in volleyball. You had a decent job that you liked, and had recently earned a promotion. You seemed so happy.

What the hell had happened?

Alone in the living room, Atsumu did his best to give Kiyoomi space. His leg bounced restlessly as he slouched back on the couch. While he had been caught off guard by his boyfriend’s reaction to your call, he wasn’t entirely surprised. Honestly, he probably would have responded in the same way had the roles been reversed.

But you were more than just an ex-girlfriend to Atsumu. You were a friend, one who had grown up right beside him and Osamu. The three of you had transitioned through life together; from wild, carefree children to awkward adolescents to impassioned teenagers. You had been there for it all, cheering for his wins and consoling him after losses. When he needed you most, you helped lift him up after Osamu announced he didn’t plan to pursue volleyball after graduation.

And then you broke his heart.

In the end, everything worked out as it should have, because it allowed him to pursue Kiyoomi.

Atsumu could still remember the first time he laid eyes on Sakusa Kiyoomi. It was the first day of the All-Japan Youth Camp, and the moment they locked eyes Atsumu felt like he was on fire. Sakusa was the most beautiful man he had ever seen.

That night he got himself off to the thought of Kiyoomi.

He felt the shame immediately. He’d never considered himself to be attracted to men, but his feelings were undeniable. The problem was, he was dating you.

The remainder of the camp was both exhilarating and unbearable. Eventually he opened up to Osamu, who shrugged and said he was still a scrub no matter who he liked.

Atsumu was wracked with guilt about whether to tell you. For all your confidence and popularity, you still struggled with the attention Atsumu received at school. He thought his feelings for Sakusa would fade with time, but his traitorous mind just wouldn’t let go.

After a few months, he finally confessed. The two of you were laying on your bed, talking about your dreams for the future.

“I think I’m attracted to guys.”

The words tumbled out of his mouth, Atsumu unable to keep them locked up any longer. You fell silent, staring up at the ceiling.

“Well, just one guy really,” Atsumu stammered. “We met at the training camp a while back. You know? The one in that was in Tokyo. But I—”

He stopped as he heard a sniffle, turning to see you wiping away tears. He shot up and braced his arms on either side of you, his face hovering above yours. You tried to hide behind your hands, but he gently moved them away.

“Are ya mad at me?” Atsumu asked.

You searched his eyes for a moment before responding.

“Did you cheat on me?”

“No! No, I would never! Baby, I promise I didn’t—”

“Do you want to break up with me?” you whispered.

Atsumu felt his heart clench.

“No,” he answered adamantly. “I love you. I just—I don’t know what is wrong with me. But I wanted to be honest with you. Yer the best friend I have besides my stupid scrub of a brother. I don’t want to hide this anymore. ”

You reached up to cup his cheek, and Atsumu melted into your touch as you caressed his skin.

“Tsumu, there’s nothing wrong with you,” you stated emphatically. “I love you too. If you need to explore this, then I’ll—I’ll let you go.”

Atsumu squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hold back his tears. He failed, and felt you gently wipe one away as it reached your finger. He grabbed your wrist, feeling your racing pulse against his fingertips.

“No. Please don’t let me go.”

“I won’t. I promise,” you said, leaning up to give him a kiss.

Eventually you broke that promise.

It was the week before graduation, and Atsumu was completely blindsided by the breakup.

You both knew he would likely be recruited abroad after school. There were already a few interested parties, and Atsumu would accept any opportunity in a heartbeat. You told him that you didn’t want to hold him back any more, that he deserved to be free. That he deserved explore the part of himself that he couldn’t with you.

Atsumu balked, saying had every intention of staying together no matter where he ended up, but you confessed that you didn’t want to be in a long distance relationship.

No matter how much he fought, you insisted it was over.

Atsumu was devastated at first. You pleaded with him to remain friends, but he couldn’t imagine just being your friend after everything you had shared.

He came to blows with Osamu for saying the breakup wouldn’t stop him from talking to you, reminding Atsumu that he had warned him of this exact scenario at the start of the relationship. After that fight, Atsumu’s anger faded and he realized his brother was right.

You were entwined in his life in so many ways; spending evenings helping his mother prepare meals, teaming up with Suna to play video games against the twins, helping clean the gym to Kita’s standards after your cheer practice. It wouldn’t be just you hurt by his grudge, it would be everyone.

Losing you hurt, but it didn’t have to be forever.

You had also forced Atsumu to face a truth he had been avoiding. Osamu was branching out and building his own life. Atsumu needed too as well.

Then, just as he had come to terms with the massive shift in his life, he ending up signing to the MSBY Black Jackals. A team based in Osaka.

It was ironic that you two had broken up because of the impending distance, only to end up a few hours away from each other.

You reconnected slowly, both of you learning how to navigate your new relationship—or lack thereof. By the time the winter holiday came around, it was like you had never missed a beat. You sat with the Inarizaki boys at the local izakaya, sipping drinks and sharing laughs.

Neither of you brought up getting back together.

During his second year with the team, the Black Jackals started searching for a new wing spiker. It felt like fate when Sakusa walked through the doors for his tryout.

Atsumu played like shit during the match, but Kiyoomi’s talent shined regardless. He got the offer, and promptly called out Atsumu during his first official practice session.

Old feelings came rushing back immediately. Atsumu felt just as overwhelmed by Kiyoomi’s presence now as he did in high school. However, this time he could do something about it.

He started affectionately referring to Kiyoomi as “Omi-kun,” which Sakusa seemed to begrudgingly accept. Atsumu wasn’t sure about Kiyoomi’s sexuality at first, but after several heated glances he decided to push his luck further.

After what felt like endless flirting, Sakusa finally snapped. He pulled Atsumu aside in the locker room, demanding to know why he was toying with him. They stood in stunned silence after Atsumu confessed he wasn’t making fun of him, he had feelings for him.

Then Kiyoomi grabbed his face and kissed him fiercely.

The rest was history.

They tried to hide their relationship from the team, but Shugo Meian, their ever observant captain, called them out almost immediately. Bokuto had been thrilled, grabbing them both in a hug, much to Kiyoomi’s annoyance. Once settled, he admitted that he was relieved to have people he could relate to on the team. The circumstances weren’t quite the same, considering Bokuto was in a poly relationship, but it was nice knowing they weren’t alone.

Atsumu’s reverie was interrupted as his phone starting buzzing in his pocket. He glanced at the screen before answering with a sharp “What?”

“‘Scuse you. Wanna try that again?”

Atsumu sighed, pinching the bridge of this nose.

“Sorry, Samu. I’m—what’s up?”

“Saw you placed an order. Wanted to see if you thought Omi would like this new umeboshi recipe I’m testing. Yer an uncultured swine, so I know you wouldn’t touch it.”

“Oh…yeah, I think he’d like that. Thanks,” Atsumu replied.

“Wow. Not even a squawk? Not gonna call me a good for nothing copy? What’s up with you?”

Atsumu listened to the din of the restaurant in the background, debating whether to reveal his predicament to his brother.

“I talked to Baby earlier,” he explained.

Osamu hummed in affirmation over the crisp tapping of his knife.

“She, uh…she asked if she could crash with me ’n Omi for a while.”

“About damn time,” Osamu huffed, “I told her to man up and just ask you.”

“What!? You mean you knew she was homeless and didn’t say anything?”

“She asked me not to. Not until she figured out what she wanted to do.”

“I’m yer twin!” Atsumu exclaimed, “Ya should’ve told me, ya ugly scrub!”

“We have the same face, idiot,” Osamu retorted.

Atsumu huffed, and the two fell into an awkward silence.

“So what happened?” he finally asked.

“Dunno,” Osamu offered blandly.

“Oh my god, you are the worst! Whaddya mean you don’t—”

“Can we talk?”

Atsumu whirled to see Kiyoomi standing in the hallway. He had a towel draped over his shoulders, hair still damp from his shower.

“Yeah, of course,” Atsumu replied, unceremoniously hanging up on his brother and throwing the phone aside.

It was a long night, but Atsumu felt better after talking to Kiyoomi. They both apologized; Atsumu for having assumed Kiyoomi to be fine with the request, and Kiyoomi for being so possessive.

Sakusa didn’t often talk about the challenges of his childhood, but Atsumu understood why his partner could be so defensive at times. The two had come a long way from sitting in sullen silence, expecting the other to guess what was wrong rather than communicate.

Atsumu felt even closer to Kiyoomi for that fact, having grown into the man he wanted to be with him. He felt secure and content in a way he never had before. He felt confident that, together, they could help you get back on your feet, without any old feelings being stirred up.

Finally, after dinner and more deliberation, Kiyoomi agreed to at least meet you before making a decision.

You arrived at the cafe twenty minutes ahead of your scheduled meeting time. It was excessive, but you’d rather have time to kill than risk being late. Though, as you stood in line to order, you realized that also gave you more time to stress.

It’s just Tsumu. Why are you acting like this is a business transaction? You chided yourself.

You ordered a green tea at the counter; something inexpensive and non-caffeinated. After receiving your beverage, you made your way to an empty table, sitting to face the front of the building.

The entrance had a small chime to announce customers’ arrivals. A few people came in, then took their drinks to go. You tried not to look too eager each time you heard the sound.

To distract yourself, you pulled out your phone to continue reviewing apartment listings. The daunting task had consumed all of your free time recently. Not only were decent apartments hard to come by, but the lengthy approval process made it even more challenging.

And then there was the price tag. You had a job that paid well, but not near enough saved up to afford anything in the area. The best option in your price range was two hours away from the city. At that point, you would be better off moving back home, which was your absolute last resort.

The bell chimed once more, and you couldn’t help but glance up. You smiled reflexively at the sight of bleach blonde hair walking through the door. Atsumu’s eyes flit around the cafe, then he smiled in return as he spotted you.

He looked good. Really good. Atsumu had always been attractive, but it wasn’t just his physique that you noticed.

He seemed truly happy, which in turn made you happy, despite the sorrow in your life.

It had killed you to end your relationship all those years ago…but the Atsumu walking towards you now was proof you had done the right thing.

Trailing a few steps behind was none other than Sakusa Kiyoomi, Atsumu’s boyfriend. You had seen pictures of him, of course, but photos did not do him justice.

Even with a mask covering half his face he was stunning. He stood a few inches taller than Atsumu, with wavy black hair that framed his sultry eyes.

Eyes that were currently sizing you up.

You stood to greet them, accepting a quick hug from Atsumu. It still startled you how much he had grown, how small your frame was compared to his.

He said your name, thankfully cognizant enough not to use that silly nickname, then pulled Sakusa closer.

“This is my boyfriend, Kiyoomi,” he continued, beaming at the man standing next to him.

You didn’t miss how Sakusa tensed at the casual introduction. While you and Atsumu were close, you were still a stranger to him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sakusa,” you said, offering a small bow.

Sakusa seemed to appreciate the formality.

“Likewise,” he replied with a nod.

“You already got a drink,” Atsumu observed. “You want anything to eat?”

“No, I’m good. Thank you, though.”

“Alright, I’ll go order for us. Be right back!” he replied before sauntering away.

Suddenly leaving you alone with Sakusa.

The two of you blinked, likely coming to the same realization. You took a seat, prompting him to do the same. Having no idea what else to talk to him about, you defaulted to the one topic you knew he would appreciate.

“You played well against Kanagawa last week. That last point in the second set was amazing. I thought that rally was never going to end.”

Sakusa’s eyes focused on you, and you felt yourself grow warm under his gaze. He slid his mask off, folding it neatly before sliding it into the pocket of his jacket.

“Thanks. It was a new play. We’d never been able to get it down in practice, so I was shocked when it worked.”

“I remember that feeling. Sometimes our best performances happened after the worst practice sessions.”

Sakusa cocked his head. “Performances?”

“For dance club,” you clarified.

Sakusa hummed in acknowledgement, but didn’t offer any further commentary. You took a sip of your tea, letting the silence settle between you.

Atsumu returned a moment later, drinks in hand.

“Did you two talk at all? Or just sit around and wait for my lovely presence?” he joked, taking the seat next to Sakusa.

“We talked about the VC Kanagawa game,” Sakusa retorted, taking the proffered cup.

“Oh!” Atsumu exclaimed, “Did you see our last play set in the second set? I couldn’t believe Omi scored from that angle! It’s those bendy wrists of his…”

With Atsumu present, conversation was easier, but felt mundane. More like polite small talk than spending time with friends. That is, until he decided to abruptly shift the topic back to you.

“So what’s going on with you? Sounds like something big happened.”

You froze, cup halfway to your lips.

This was it, time to rip the bandaid off.

“Yeah,” you answered, setting your drink down. You could barely bring yourself to look Atsumu in the face.

“I, um…I left last week. Things hadn’t been good for a while. I think I was just fooling myself, hoping that it would get better. But then I just…I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“So you broke up?” Atsumu asked.

You nodded, not able to speak around the knot in your throat.

“Did he do something?” he pressed.

Yes, your mind screamed.

You looked down to hide the tears you felt forming. You quickly shut your eyes, refusing to let yourself cry in front of your ex and his boyfriend—the people with whom you were begging to stay.

“It’s ok.”

You looked up at Sakusa, whose gentle voice had spoken.

“You don’t have to talk about it. Atsumu’s too pushy for his own good.”

That brought a grin to your face, momentarily chasing away the memories you had tried so hard to forget.

“Yeah. He is, isn’t he?” you chuckle.

“Hey! I didn’t agree to meet so you two could gang up on me,” Atsumu pouted.

You smiled in earnest, leaning forward to address Sakusa. “Well now I’m definitely glad we agreed to meet.”

Sakusa smirked, and it felt like a victory.

“Ok,” he acquiesced, “How long do you need to stay with us?”

You started, looking to Atsumu for confirmation, only he looked just as surprised as you.

“Are you—really?” you asked in disbelief.

“Yes,” Sakusa answered.

A wave of relief crashed over you. Atsumu threw his arms around Sakusa, who’s stoic expression wavered as Atsumu kissed his cheek. You couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous, wishing you had that kind of love in your life.

The three of you spent the rest of the time going over guidelines. You would stay with them for one month, six weeks at the absolute most. Hopefully that would give you enough time to find a new place and save up enough of a down payment. Since they wouldn’t accept any kind of rent, you insisted you would help with meals and chores. Atsumu laughed, but Sakusa graciously accepted the offer.

Things were finally starting to look up. You now had a safe, comfortable place to stay. There were still difficult tasks that lay ahead, but you had already taken the hardest step.

For the first time in forever, you felt hopeful. Excited, even, to build your new life. One full of light and laughter, with people who cherished you. No more fear. No more isolation. No more sadness.

Everything was going to be better from here on out.

tag list: @akumakitsune21

#mess it up #invisible string series #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x miya atsumu #sakuatsu #sakuatsu x reader #haikyuu fic #divider credit: thecutestgrotto

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me seeing the s2 apothecary diaries opening for the first time:

#the apothecary diaries #jinshi

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rcbdo · 4 months ago

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POKÉMON x HAIKYUU

I made these doodles a while ago, giving (almost) each team's captain a signature Pokémon!

I had a lot of fun making these and will probably do more of those in the future~

#these are so cool!#i’m obsessed with kita and ninetales #haikyuu #pokemon

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rcbdo · 5 months ago

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yooo I can't find part 2 and 3 of mess it up, is there really no part published out there or I'm missing something??? also, I love that plot and whatever you're trying to cook🫶

hi! sorry, there's no part 2 or 3 yet. i came up with part 4, but then realized that wasn't where i wanted to start the story. hoping to get caught up soon!

and thank you so much, i'm glad you're liking it!

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rcbdo · 5 months ago

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Dear love

#haikyuu #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #sakuatsu #mess it up inspo

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rcbdo · 5 months ago

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i had another entire fic plot i will never write pop into my head yesterday i wish there was a way i could just share these thoughts with you all. like a jumbotron i could just project the thoughts onto live. a twitch stream of conciousness

#i love this so much #haikyuu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader

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rcbdo · 5 months ago

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Historia Reiss

#absolutely gorgeous #attack on titan #aot #saving grace inspo

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rcbdo · 5 months ago

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saving grace - chapter 2

levi ackerman x f!original character

chapter 1 - masterlist

word count: 4,100

Orders were being given as Grace entered the central courtyard of the Trost military headquarters. Dozens of soldiers stood at attention in neat, orderly lines facing towards the staircase. With their backs turned to her, Grace took in the red roses embroidered on the backs of their jackets, the insignia of the Garrison regiment. With this many troops congregated together, it had the semblance of a garden.

Unsurprisingly, there were few Military Police present. They were rarely stationed outside of the cushy interior of Wall Sina, and likely wouldn’t arrive any time soon.

Standing at the top of the stairs were two Garrison leaders that Grace recognized. She started to make her way around the perimeter, but was stopped in her tracks by the words shouted by current commanding officer, Captain Kitz Weilman.

“The intercept squadron will be taking the vanguard. Cadets will be taking the middle guard, led by the support squad. Rear guard will go to the elites. I expect you all to man your posts knowing the advanced team has been wiped out.”

Grace’s heart dropped. She heard multiple gasps from the people around her. “That’s right. The outer gate is demolished,” the captain confirmed grimly. “The titans are in. This means that the Armored Titan is likely to reappear. If and when it does, the inner gate will also be history.”

Anxious murmurs began to flow through the crowd. Five years ago, the Colossal Titan wasn’t the only horror that broke through their walls.

While the Armored Titan was nowhere near as large as the Colossal, it’s hardened skin and sheer strength made it just as dangerous. They were lucky it stopped its rampage after breaking through Shiganshina’s inner gate.

Though Grace was beginning to think it wasn’t luck at all.

“Silence!” Weilman yelled out, “Those in the vanguard, be ready. The whole area is now saturated. Your mission is simple: defend the wall until the evacuation is done! Now be aware, all of you, that desertion is punishable by execution. If it comes to it, lay down your lives! Dismissed!”

The courtyard burst into action. Grace ran towards the stairs, waving to grab the attention of the other soldier she knew; Rico Brzenska.

It had been years since she last saw her fellow Training Corps peer. She was proud of Rico for working through the ranks and becoming a squad leader. She recalled how they were often underestimated as cadets due to their small statures. In the end, they had both earned a spot on the stage at graduation, shown off as part of the ten most elite soldiers of their class.

Grace could clearly see the surprise on Rico’s face as she approached, her brows raised high above her glasses.

“Grace? What are you doing here?” Rico asked skeptically.

“How bad is it?” Grace questioned, not offering an answer in case the Garrison also decided she wasn’t fit for combat.

Rico’s eyes narrowed at her evasiveness. “The gate net and trenches are holding them off for now, and ground artillery is in place,” she answered anyway. “Evacuation is our primary objective.”

Grace nodded. That was good, they still had some time to get into place. “I’m yours to command. Tell me where you need me.”

Rico wasted no time, waving her forward to report to the captain. His scowl deepened as they approached, and Grace braced herself for what was likely to be an unpleasant conversation. Kitz Weilman was an uptight man on a good day, and these were far from normal circumstances. “Sir—” Rico started.

“What is a Scout doing here?” the captain interrupted. Rico’s eyes cut towards Grace. Since she didn’t have an explanation, Grace was going to have to come clean.

“I was ill, sir, and ordered to stay behind from the expedition,” Grace responded.

“Well are you fit for duty now, Private?” Weilman asked snidely.

Grace knew the implication of his tone, and tried her best to let it roll off of her. She had come to terms long ago with the fact that she would not be allowed to earn a military rank higher than the one she currently held.

“I’m not sure that really matters at the moment. Sir,” Grace stated evenly, adding the honorific after a pointed pause.

Captain Weilman’s scowl deepened, accentuating the shadows under his sunken eyes even further.

“I ought to throw you in the vanguard for your insolence, but I’d prefer to keep my rank if we live through today. You’re with the rear guard to defend the evacuation. Now go.”

“Yes, sir,” Grace replied, offering a begrudging salute.

“With me, then. I know a team that could use a hand,” Rico said, spurring Grace back into action.

The two made their way through the frenzy of activity, walking past the large obelisk in the center of the courtyard. As they moved, Grace lifted her arm to cover her mouth, letting out a cough she felt building. Though she had hoped to be discreet, the rattling sound was much louder than anticipated, and Rico immediately glanced over.

“Sounds bad,” she noted once the coughing ceased.

“I’ll manage,” Grace replied. She wasn’t sure how, but the circumstances didn’t give her any choice.

Rico nodded, then led her over to a group of three soldiers, only one of whom seemed old enough to have combat experience. All of them snapped to attention as they approached.

“Where is Dietrich?” Rico asked.

“Locating one of the cadets, Squad Leader,” the younger of the two men answered eagerly.

His response caught Grace’s attention. A cadet skilled enough to be assigned to an elite squad was a rare occurrence.

“I’ve brought you another member. Leave as soon as Squad Leader Dietrich returns,” Rico ordered.

“Understood,” the older, more experienced looking man confirmed.

As Rico turned to leave, she paused beside Grace, giving her one last look.

“Be careful,” she offered quietly, her back towards the other troops. “I have a feeling this is only the beginning.”

“You too,” Grace replied, offering a genuine salute.

Rico nodded, then jogged off into horde of soldiers. Grace faced her current squad, all of whom studied her curiously.

“I’m Grace, private from the Scout Regiment,” she offered.

“Woah, a Scout! I thought they were all out on that expedition. What horrible timing, huh?” the younger man rambled. “Guess you’ve seen lots of titans. This will be my first time laying eyes on the creepy sons of—”

“Orin, that’s enough,” the one woman of the group cut in, offering her hand to Grace. “Maren Alder. Nice to have you with us.”

“Wish it was under better circumstances,” Grace replied, shaking her hand in return.

“Alric Hauer,” the older man grunted, continuing to stand with his arms crossed.

“I’m Orin—Orin Valtz,” the zealful young man said, inserting himself back in. “Sorry, I know I’m talking a lot. It’s just, I’m really nervous, and when I’m nervous I—”

“Oh look. There’s the Squad Leader now,” Maren pointed out, again cutting off her squad mate.

Grace noticed Orin start to wilt. Clearly their squad wasn’t the most cohesive. It made Grace thankful for her squad mates, all of who she considered friends. But her squad was leagues away, and these were her comrades for today. She would have to make it work. “It’s normal to be nervous,” Grace reassured. “Just keep your head and listen to orders. We’ll get through this.”

Orin nodded firmly, already appearing more confident.

Grace took in the tall man approaching their group, noting the determined look on his face. Beside him was a young girl with jet black hair, accented by a red scarf around her neck. The crossed twin blades emblazed on her jacket confirmed she was a cadet. She had likely joined the Training Corps as soon as she could, as she looked to be in her early teens. Grace wondered if it was out of desire or necessity.

She knew quite well that life often dealt unfair hands, and joining the military was a common solution. If you could survive training you would receive a salary, housing, and three meals a day. If not, you still received work cultivating crops for the remaining population.

It was an enticing offer during hard times. Enough so that Grace’s brother had joined after their father’s untimely death, which left them as orphans. He had been fifteen years old, which was the enlistment age limit at the time. After the fall of Wall Maria, it was lowered to twelve. It had been jarring for Grace, at age seventeen, to train against children so young.

“I was expecting another Garrison soldier.”

The squad leader’s arrival brought Grace back to the present. He stared at her with furrowed brows, which was contrasted by the cadet’s impassive gaze.

“Who are you?” he inquired, not unkindly.

“This is Grace, she’s from the Scouts!” Orin exclaimed. Grace was glad he had regained his enthusiasm. She would much prefer that over the soldiers weeping under the portico.

“I am,” Grace confirmed, offering a salute. “Squad Leader Brzenska assigned me.”

“Glad to have you, Grace. I’m Ian Dietrich. Was there something preventing you from duty with your own regiment?”

Grace appreciated his tact, which was more than she could say of Captain Weilman’s snappish inquiry. Ian seemed to be a good leader, merely trying to understand any limitations that might affect the rest of the team.

“I was recovering from an illness, sir. Acute bronchitis,” she answered.

“How experienced are you?” Ian questioned.

“Quite. I’ve been with the Survey Corps for several years now.”

“During Wall Maria?” he continued.

“Yes, sir. I was a part of both the initial response and the reclamation effort.”

Ian nodded. “Very well. I trust your experience will still give you an advantage over us,” he admitted, turning to address the group as a whole.

“Everyone, this is cadet Mikasa Ackerman. Both she and Grace are one of us today. We stay in groups of two. Hauer and Valtz, myself and Alder, and the Scout with Ackerman. Look out for your partner. Those bastards can come out of nowhere in the city. Do not engage a titan alone unless absolutely necessary. Understood?”

“Yes, sir!” the group answered unanimously.

“Good. It’s time to move out,” Ian ordered, leading the group outside the headquarters compound.

It felt surreal to Grace, having looked down upon soldiers gathering from an infirmary bed just that morning. Now she stood in the same place, facing an even more daunting mission.

So far the logistics had remained organized. Squads were lined up to report to Garrison clerks for deployment. They were likely sending people out in waves to avoid confusion in orders, but the process moved slower than Grace would have liked.

As they inched around the building, Grace turned to let out another cough. Her throat felt like it was on fire; clearly the tonic from earlier had run its course. She noticed the rest of the squad, especially Mikasa, examining her closely.

“Sorry if I get you sick,” she apologized.

“Won’t matter if we get eaten by a titan,” Alric grumbled.

Maren gasped. “Alric! How could you say something like that?”

“Hey, Grace. How many titans have you taken down?” Orin asked, moving forward with the line.

“Thirty,” Grace answered. She had never cared for keeping track of her kill count, but did so for her squad’s competition. While some people reveled in their kills, doing so never felt right to Grace.

Orin’s eyes flew back to hers. “Wait—kills? Or assists?”

“Thirty kills. Forty-four assists,” she clarified.

The group looked stunned, all except for Squad Leader Dietrich. Even Mikasa’s stoic expression shifted, if only slightly.

“Thirty—thirty kills?” Orin sputtered, “That’s amazing! Are you part of Captain Levi’s squad or something?”

Grace’s heart clenched. She hadn’t expected hearing his name to elicit such a reaction. Her relationship with the captain was…complicated. For years the two walked a thin line between friends and something more. But they were bound by duty, committed to the Scouts and Commander Erwin’s vision. That was something they both respected enough to set aside their personal desires.

It didn’t make their situation any less heartbreaking. Grace hadn’t seen Levi for days prior to the mission, what with him being involved in final preparations and her holed up in the infirmary. Hell, she hadn’t even seen her brother before they left.

“No,” Grace said, both as an answer and to stop her line of thinking. Now was not the time; she had to focus. “I’m in a different squad. Under Section Commander Miche Zacharius.”

“A section commander, huh? So that’s still an elite squad—”

“Alright, enough chit chat,” Ian interrupted. “Look sharp. We’re next to get orders.”

The team lined up behind their leader, standing at the ready. Grace glanced towards Mikasa and noticed her staring back towards the city, eyes roving as if searching for something.

“Squad Leader Dietrich—you are to patrol the middle blocks from Fourth Street to the inner gate. Protect the evacuation effort at all costs!” the clerk commanded.

Without further delay, their group set off. They would need to get closer to the inner gate before deploying their ODM gear, saving as much gas as possible. Once the titans descended on headquarters, supplies would be difficult, if not impossible, to obtain.

The sound of clanging scabbards filled Grace’s ears as they hurried down the street. They ran past citizens making their way towards the gate, frantically fleeing the destruction to come.

After a few blocks, Ian gave the order to deploy their ODM gear. Grace raised her triggers, firing hooks into the building ahead. While her lungs relished the reprieve of being in the air, the rest of her body was doubly exerted. Using the gear required an immense amount of strength just to remain balanced, let alone to maneuver in combat. She used clean, efficient movements to follow her commander across the tiled rooftops. The more complex and dynamic techniques would come with battle.

Upon reaching their assigned territory, Ian commanded the pairs to split up, assigning Grace and Mikasa to the Third Street sector. The citizens of Trost rushed beneath them, some empty handed, some carrying what little possessions they could. A man below stumbled, losing his balance on the trembling ground. She could feel it, even standing atop the building. The titans were moving further in to the city.

Grace attached blades to her controller grips, prompting Mikasa to do the same. The girl held herself like a seasoned soldier, despite not having graduated yet. Grace reserved her breath, as reassuring words seemed unnecessary for the cadet.

The two stood side by side in silence, bracing for the horrors to come.

“Why is this son of a bitch ignoring us?” Alric shouted. Their squad was in pursuit of a titan that had burst through their ranks. It was a ten meter, tall enough to destroy roofs with its flailing arms as it ran. Normally the bloodthirsty creatures would go after the nearest person. This one, however, paid them no heed as it barreled towards the evacuation.

“It’s an abnormal!” Grace yelled over its thundering footsteps. “We need to take it out before it reaches the gate!”

Alric nodded, then used another push of gas from his ODM gear to propel himself forward. It still wasn’t enough. The thing had taken them by surprise, and by the time they regrouped it already had a lead.

“It’s too fast! We’ll never make it!” Maren exclaimed.

“Stay on it!” Dietrich commanded.

A loud hiss sounded from behind Grace, then a blur of black and red flew past. It was Mikasa, rushing forward to reach the titan. She marveled at the cadet’s skill, the speed and brutal strength displayed as she slice through the titan’s nape. A cut there was the only way that one could be killed.

The creature crashed to the ground, steam instantly rising from its flesh as it began to disintegrate.

With the imminent danger subsided, Grace maneuvered to a nearby roof, giving herself some space from the other soldiers. She covered her mouth, succumbing to another coughing fit. They were getting worse the more she exerted herself. She had taken down two titans in quick succession before being forced on the chase. Her body was clearly telling her to slow down.

As Grace pulled her hands away, she noticed small splotches of blood. She quickly rubbed her palms on her pants, riding them of the evidence. She would rest once the evacuation was complete.

She scanned the area to make sure it was clear, then rejoined the rest of the squad. The titan made it all the way to the inner gate, felled by Mikasa in front of a large group of waiting evacuees. Why were so many people not moving? The answer became clear as she landed on the next building. A large supply wagon was firmly stuck in the entrance, and several men kept others at bay as they attempted to push it through. Mikasa seemed to be arguing with a portly man, who jabbed his finger in her face before pointing back to the gate.

Grace stepped forward, readying her gear to descend to the street. “We need to do something about that right—”

She stopped, becoming speechless as Mikasa leveled her blade at the man. He flinched back, raising his hands in surrender.

“Move the wagon!” he called out.

The crowd lurched back into motion, working together to remove the blockade.

“Huh. Kid’s got stones,” Alric huffed, sounding almost proud.

Mikasa joined a moment later, sheathing her blades.

“Good job, Ackerman. I’m impressed,” Ian commended.

“I did what I could, sir. But thank you,” Mikasa replied. “However, I need to be more careful in the future. I inadvertently dulled both of my blades.”

The others stared at Mikasa in awe, not knowing how to respond to her harsh self assessment.

“Use less pressure next time,” Grace offered. “The padding on the training dummies is denser than titan flesh.”

Mikasa looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded her understanding.

“Be careful with your gas usage too,” Grace continued, monitoring the dwindling crowd as she spoke. “You did the right thing getting to that abnormal in time, but we’re in this for the long haul. Keep in mind how much you have left.”

“I will. Thank you,” Mikasa replied.

“Alright, things are progressing here. Alric—Orin, stay put and guard block one. Everyone else, fall back to your previous positions,” Ian ordered.

The squad voiced their affirmation, then split off in their pairs. As they moved, Grace realized the sky had shifted to a dark grey, the clouds above threatening rain.

Though they didn’t encounter any more abnormals, Grace still felt uneasy about the situation. The evacuation was progressing smoother than anticipated, or at least smoother than it had in Shiganshina. However, the Armored Titan had yet to make an appearance. Why had it not shown up yet? What could it be waiting for?

Up ahead, a titan lumbered into their sector. Grace and Mikasa worked together, taking it down with surprising ease. After seeing Mikasa slay the abnormal on her own, for her first kill no less, Grace had no doubt she could handle herself. But Mikasa looked to Grace for orders and followed them flawlessly, slicing behind the knees while Grace went for the nape.

The rain began as they returned to the roofs. It started as a gentle shower, but quickly transformed into a downpour. Grace raised a hand to shield her eyes. The decreased visibility put her further on edge.

She started as the bells chimed, signaling the completion of the evacuation.

“All right. Time to find Squad Leader Dietrich and scale the wall,” Grace said. As she turned to retreat, she noticed Mikasa staring out towards the city.

“Mikasa?” Grace prompted.

“You go ahead. I’m going to help the vanguard withdraw,” the cadet replied.

Before she had a chance to respond, Mikasa shot off her anchors and propelled herself away through the street.

“Mikasa!” Grace yelled out, but the strain caused her to begin coughing once more.

As much as Grace hated letting her go, she was in no shape to corral a young cadet over the wall against their will. Especially one of Mikasa’s prowess.

Making her way towards the gate, Grace ruminated on the attack. Was it possible the Armored Titan had died of natural causes? Why would the Colossal Titan attack on its own this time? The fact it had done so right after the Scouts' departure filled Grace with dread. It could have been just an ill-fated coincidence, or it could mean something much more terrifying.

Grace stopped herself; there would be time to ponder and theorize later. Doing so now would cause more harm than good. While the mass exodus of Trost was complete, the military would now be responsible for organizing all of the refugees. With no means to repair the hole in the outer gate, it was unlikely they would attempt to clear the titans within the city. The only reason they had done so in Shiganshina was to give it’s citizens a chance to escape.

She was thankful for new protocols that had been developed after that desolation. It was a harsh price to pay for the knowledge, but the lives lost five years prior had not been in vain.

Grace descended to the street after making it to the edge of the city. Ian took the news of Mikasa’s absence better than expected. Apparently she had argued about being pulled from the vanguard, not wanting to be separated from her friends. Grace couldn’t blame her, it was hard being surrounded by people she didn’t recognize. Fighting with those who hadn’t struggled, bled, or shed tears with her outside the walls somehow felt wrong.

As she rappelled into Wall Rose proper, Grace had a revelation—she had survived. She had somehow managed to take down three titans, while being the most ill she had ever felt, and still lived to tell the tale. For now, at least.

The adrenaline began to fade the moment her fit hit the ground, leaving Grace exhausted. Her legs felt like lead as she followed her squad up a set of stairs, trying her best not to slip on the wet stones. They followed the flow of soldiers towards the command post, where leadership delegated further assignments.

Ian glanced back, taking note of her slow pace. He suggested she take a seat, which turned into an order after Grace replied that she was fine.

Sitting alleviated the weight of her gear, reducing the strain on her body. Alric and Orin stayed with her as Ian and Maren continued ahead. They stood protectively on either side, almost as if guarding her. She graciously accepted a canteen from Maren as she returned. The water was lukewarm, but still soothed her throat. She listened as Ian advised the group on their next tasks.

“We’ll begin once we’ve rested for a few moments,” he announced.

Grace hesitated. “Sir, I’ll need to speak with command. Find out what they saw during the Colossal’s attack, and determine if the Armored Titan is still a threat.”

Ian’s brows shot up. “Bold of you to assume they would provide that information to a private,” he replied.

“Our commander will want to know,” Grace explained. It felt wrong to use her affiliation to eschew an assigned duty. However, there were plenty of Garrison soldiers to help the refugees. The Survey Corps had different priorities.

Ian regarded her, and Grace could see the moment of recognition in his eyes. “Ah, l see. Far be it from me to stop you,” he conceded.

“Thank you, sir,” Grace said, forcing herself to stand. She looked at each one of her squad mates. Though their time together had been temporary, strong bonds were often forged in times of strife. She offered a heartfelt salute, which they each returned in kind, before continuing on her journey.

A new kind of challenge lay ahead. One that was less lethal, but with ramifications just as large. She needed to strike quickly, before the brass could sweep in and muddy the waters. Though she hated politics, she could be savvy if the situation called for it. She had to get as much information as possible for Commander Erwin. That way, he could do what he did best; help humanity live to see another day.

She just hoped he, and the rest of the Scouts, would return before it was too late.

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he is a bit spicy at first. but don't worry, he'll come around eventually!

mess it up

sakusa kiyoomi x miya atsumu x f!reader

part one - masterlist

word count: 1,788

Oh, what a mess your life had turned out to be.

The bitter thought bubbled to the surface as you hurried through the rain, getting soaked because, of course, you were without an umbrella. That was back at home—the apartment you could no longer return to.

Most people gave you a wide berth, as if your misfortune were contangious. The occasional covered glances came across as either pitying or patronizing, sometimes both. Their subtext screaming “what was this foolish girl thinking?”

If only they knew you felt the same.

It had been a long day at the office, on top of a long week away from home. You wanted nothing more than to take a long, hot shower, eat a good meal, and fall asleep while reading a book.

But the meal would be microwaved ramen. The book would be trashy TV; you barely had time to pack more than basic nessecities, let alone the small library you had cultivated. At least you didn’t have to worry about running out of hot water at the hotel.

On the last block of your journey, the rain finally began to lighten. You made your way through the lobby quickly, offering only a nod to the front desk staff, and hoped they wouldn’t chastise you for dripping water all over their floor.

After closing and locking your door, you slipped off your shoes and dropped the rest of your belongings on the nearby desk. As you changed out of your wet clothes, the silence in the room hung heavy. Normally you would find solice in the quiet, but right now you didn’t want to be left alone with your thoughts.

You pulled out your phone to play some music. However, as the screen lit up, a preview of your last unanswered text greeted you with a vengance.

Samu: ask him or I’ll ask him for you

You hadn’t dared to open the message and give a read receipt, lest Osamu think you were chickening out and make your situation even more pathetic.

No, you had some dignity remaining. It wasn’t much, similar to the amount left in your bank account, but enough to not want your friend to beg on your behalf.

But first, wine.

You felt like a child, poking a straw into the wine box you picked up from a conbini after work. The syrupy sweet flavor coated your tongue with the first sip, tasting more like juice than alcohol.

“You can do this,” you whispered to yourself, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. “It’s just Tsumu. The worst he could say is no.”

After taking another sip, you tapped on Miya Atsumu’s contact. No turning back now.

Your heart felt like it was in your throat with every ring. After several, you realized you might have to leave him a message. The panic started to creep in; you hadn’t really planned what to say in either scenario.

“Hello?”

Finally, an answer. “Hey, Tsumu. How’s it—” you started.

“Hello?” Atsumu’s voice asked questioningly. “Who is this?”

Odd. Guess he didn’t have great service wherever he was.

“Atsumu, it’s me. Can you hear me?” you asked.

“Geez. Hello?!” Atsumu repeated, much more annoyed.

What the heck was going on.

“Atsumu, it’s me—Baby. Can you hear—”

“Hah, just kidding! You should see the look on yer face. Leave me a message!”

The phone beeped, leaving the first few seconds of your message as stunned silence.

You huffed into the phone. Under any other circustances you would have found Atsumu’s antics amusing. It was part of his infectious charm.

“Very funny, Tsumu. Can you call me when you’re free?” you asked hesitantly. “I have a—just…call me back, please.”

You hung up the phone before you could let yourself overthink, falling backwards onto the bed. You should have been upfront with Atsumu about what you were about to ask. It would have been the polite thing to do, letting him discuss it with his partner on their own time before reaching back out to you. Deep down, you still hadn’t come to terms with the fact that you were on your own now. Saying the words, asking Atsumu for shelter, would make everything painfully real.

So you put it off a little longer.

The air was thick and humid as Sakusa Kiyoomi walked out of the gym and onto the streets of Osaka. While he was glad to have missed the rain, he felt like he would need another shower when he got home. He wouldn’t mind so much, the hot water would help relax his tense muscles. Maybe he would even invite his partner, Miya Atsumu, to join him this time.

Sakusa couldn’t help but smile behind his mask at the thought. Generally he adhered to a fastidious hygiene routine, but ever since meeting Atsumu he found himself growing more…relaxed. Comfortable. Happy—possibly for the first time in his life.

He turned to talk to Atsumu, only to realize he wasn’t there. Sakusa rolled his eyes, then located him hovering by the doors of the building. Atsumu was gesturing wildly to Hinata Shoyo, one of their teammates, who nodded back with equal enthusiasm.

“Miya! Hurry up,” Sakusa called out. His heart clenched as Atsumu looked over to him, his toothy grin morphing into something softer. A smile that was reserved for only Sakusa.

“Yer impatient today,” Atsumu teased after sauntering over, a bit of his accent peeking through. He immediately took Sakusa’s hand in his, turning them back towards their route.

“Just ready to get home and relax,” Sakusa replied, intertwining their fingers. That was another thing he was getting used to. Atsumu loved freely and gave affection as naturally as he breathed. Sakusa was the exact opposite, but he was slowly learning. Seeing Atsumu brighten from his attention certainly made the challenge worthwhile.

“Me too! Gah, Coach really put us through the ringer today, huh? I was talking with Shoyo about how we can—”

Sakusa listened diligently as Atsumu walked him through his new idea for a play. He was glad to have Hinata on the team now, even though his energy rivaled that of Astumu and Bokuto, another hyperactive teammate, combined. Sakusa hadn’t known Hinata well in their high school years, but he respected the hard work the younger player had put in. Despite being wary of the change, Sakusa found that Hinata fit in with the team like he had always belonged. Like he was the missing piece they never knew they needed.

Before long they had arrived home. While their two bedroom apartment wasn’t the most luxorious, Sakusa was still proud of it. The space was neat and organized, but filled with a warmth that his childhood home had always lacked.

As Sakusa slipped off his mask and shoes, Atsumu hamfisted his belongings from the pocket of his jacket. Sakusa huffed, chosing to find Atsumu’s disorder amusing rather than infuriating.

“Oh!” Atsumu exclaimed, looking at his phone, “Baby called!”

Sakusa froze in the entryway. He couldn’t help the stab of jealousy from hearing the term of endearment used on someone else.

“Who called?” he asked incredulously.

Atsumu tilted his head, brow raised as if Sakusa was the crazy one. Then he uttered your name.

“You know, from high school?” he prompted.

With additional context, Sakusa did remember. The conversaion happened a while ago, back when he and Atsumu started getting serious. The realization only made him feel worse.

You were a childhood friend of both the twins. You went on to attended Inarizaki with them. While there, you joined the cheer squad and befriended the rest of the volleyball team.

You were also Atsumu’s first love.

“I’m going to start dinner,” Sakusa muttered, slipping past Atsumu in the hallway. He didn't miss the perplexed look on his boyfriend's face, but neither chose to say anything more.

As Sakusa began his prep work, Atsumu seated himself on their small couch to call you back. He busied himself with his work, trying not to be overbearing. It was one phone call. What was the worst that could happen? Sakusa knew Atsumu loved him, but he had never encountered a situation like this before. Jealousy was new to him.

After his initial excited greeting, Atsumu then began to speak in an hushed tone. It was highly uncharacteristic for the blonde and did nothing to quell Sakusa's anxiety.

While the call was only a few minutes, it felt like a lifetime to Sakusa. He had managed to start the rice and chop all of the vegetables by the time Atsumu wandered over. He leaned against the kitchen threshold, his brawny body taking up most of the space.

"Need help with anything?" he asked gently.

Sakusa paused, looking back to his partner. "What did she want?" he asked, cutting to the chase.

Atsumu sucked in a breathe. He said your name, then paused. Sakusa braced himself for the blow. "She's in a really tight spot, and I wouldn't ask you to consider this if it wasn't important—“

"Atsumu, please," Sakusa snapped, "Just say it."

"She needs a place to stay," he blurted out.

Sakusa’s response was immediate. “No. What about your brother?"

"He sleeps on a futon above the restaurant. He doesn't have any room," Atsumu explained.

"Suna, then? Or Aran?" Sakusa tried.

"Sunarin has a cat, and she's allergic. Plus Aran's abroad and already sublet his apartment," Atsumu countered.

Sakusa crossed his arms, leaving back against the counter. “Why does she need to stay with us? Can't she just go back home?"

That caused Atsumu to scowl. Sakusa knew he was being defensive, but after being unhappy for so long, he felt protective over his peace. In his mind, this threatened to upend everything they had built.

“This is imporant, Omi! She’s my friend and she needs my help,” Atsumu exclaimed.

“She’s also your ex,” Omi retorted.

“From high school!” Atsumu shouted, throwing his hands in the air.

The two men stared at each other from across the room. “This isn’t fair,” Sakusa murmured.

Atsumu sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Look, I get it,” he relented. “I love you. If this truly makes you uncomfortable, then I’ll understand. But I’m asking you to think about it before just flat our refusing.”

“Fine, I’ll think about it,” Sakusa said, wiping his hands on a dish towel and turning to leave. Atsumu reached out as if to take his arm, then paused, thinking better of it.

“What are you doing?” he asked softly.

“I’m going to wash up,” Sakusa replied shortly.

Atsumu sighed. “What about dinner?”

"I'm not hungry right now," Sakusa reponded, sulking down the hallway to take his shower.

Alone.

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mess it up - part one

sakusa kiyoomi x miya atsumu x f!reader

masterlist

word count: 1,786

What a mess your life had turned out to be.

Most people gave you a wide berth, as if your misfortune were contagious. The occasional covered glances came across as either pitying or patronizing, sometimes both. Their subtext screaming “what was this foolish girl thinking?”

If only they knew you felt the same.

It had been a long day at the office, on top of a long week away from home. You wanted nothing more than to take a long, hot shower, eat a good meal, and fall asleep while reading a book.

But the meal would be microwaved ramen. The book would be trashy TV; you barely had time to pack more than basic necessities, let alone the small library you had cultivated. At least you didn’t have to worry about running out of hot water at the hotel.

After closing and locking your door, you slipped off your shoes and dropped the rest of your belongings on the nearby desk. As you changed out of your wet clothes, the silence in the room hung heavy. Normally you would find solace in the quiet, but right now you didn’t want to be left alone with your thoughts.

You pulled out your phone to play some music. However, as the screen lit up, a preview of your last unanswered text greeted you with a vengeance.

Samu: ask him or I’ll ask him for you

You hadn’t dared to open the message and give a read receipt, lest Osamu think you were chickening out and make your situation even more pathetic.

No, you had some dignity remaining. It wasn’t much, similar to the amount left in your bank account, but enough to not want your friend to beg on your behalf.

But first, wine.

You felt like a child, poking a straw into the wine box you picked up from a conbini after work. The syrupy sweet flavor coated your tongue with the first sip, tasting more like juice than alcohol.

“You can do this,” you whispered to yourself, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. “It’s just Tsumu. The worst he could say is no.”

After taking another sip, you tapped on Miya Atsumu’s contact. No turning back now.

“Hello?”

Finally, an answer. “Hey, Tsumu. How’s it—” you started.

“Hello?” Atsumu’s voice asked questioningly. “Who is this?”

Odd. Guess he didn’t have great service wherever he was.

“Atsumu, it’s me. Can you hear me?” you asked.

“Geez. Hello?!” Atsumu repeated, much more annoyed.

What the heck was going on.

“Atsumu, it’s me—Baby. Can you hear—”

“Hah, just kidding! You should see the look on yer face. Leave me a message!”

The phone beeped, leaving the first few seconds of your message as stunned silence.

You huffed into the phone. Under any other circumstances you would have found Atsumu’s antics amusing. It was part of his infectious charm.

“Very funny, Tsumu. Can you call me when you’re free?” you asked hesitantly. “I have a—just…call me back, please.”

So you put it off a little longer.

“Miya! Hurry up,” Sakusa called out. His heart clenched as Atsumu looked over to him, his toothy grin morphing into something softer. A smile that was reserved for only Sakusa.

“Yer impatient today,” Atsumu teased after sauntering over, a bit of his accent peeking through. He immediately took Sakusa’s hand in his, turning them back towards their route.

“Me too! Gah, Coach really put us through the ringer today, huh? I was talking with Shoyo about how we can—”

Before long they had arrived home. While their two bedroom apartment wasn’t the most luxurious, Sakusa was still proud of it. The space was neat and organized, but filled with a warmth that his childhood home had always lacked.

As Sakusa slipped off his mask and shoes, Atsumu hamfisted his belongings from the pocket of his jacket. Sakusa huffed, choosing to find Atsumu’s disorder amusing rather than infuriating.

“Oh!” Atsumu exclaimed, looking at his phone, “Baby called!”

Sakusa froze in the entryway. He couldn’t help the stab of jealousy from hearing the term of endearment used on someone else.

“Who called?” he asked incredulously.

Atsumu tilted his head, brow raised as if Sakusa was the crazy one. Then he uttered your name.

“You know, from high school?” he prompted.

With additional context, Sakusa did remember. The conversation happened a while ago, back when he and Atsumu started getting serious. The realization only made him feel worse.

You were a childhood friend of both the twins. You went on to attended Inarizaki with them. While there, you joined the cheer squad and befriended the rest of the volleyball team.

You were also Atsumu’s first love.

“I’m going to start dinner,” Sakusa muttered, slipping past Atsumu in the hallway. He didn't miss the perplexed look on his boyfriend's face, but neither chose to say anything more.

After his initial excited greeting, Atsumu began to speak in an hushed tone. It was highly uncharacteristic for the blonde and did nothing to quell Sakusa's anxiety.

"Need help with anything?" he asked gently.

Sakusa paused, looking back to his partner. "What did she want?" he asked, cutting to the chase.

Atsumu sucked in a breathe. He said your name, then paused. Sakusa braced himself for the blow. "She's in a really tight spot, and I wouldn't ask you to consider this if it wasn't important—“

"Atsumu, please," Sakusa snapped, "Just say it."

"She needs a place to stay," he blurted out.

Sakusa’s response was immediate. “No. What about your brother?"

"He sleeps on a futon above the restaurant. He doesn't have any room," Atsumu explained.

"Suna, then? Or Aran?" Sakusa tried.

"Sunarin has a cat, and she's allergic. Plus Aran's abroad and already sublet his apartment," Atsumu countered.

Sakusa crossed his arms, leaning back against the counter. “Why does she need to stay with us? Can't she just go back home?"

“This is important, Omi! She’s my friend and she needs my help,” Atsumu exclaimed.

“She’s also your ex,” Omi retorted.

“From high school!” Atsumu shouted, throwing his hands in the air.

The two men stared at each other from across the room. “This isn’t fair,” Sakusa murmured.

“Fine, I’ll think about it,” Sakusa said, wiping his hands on a dish towel and turning to leave. Atsumu reached out as if to take his arm, then paused, thinking better of it.

“What are you doing?” he asked softly.

“I’m going to wash up,” Sakusa replied shortly.

Atsumu sighed. “What about dinner?”

"I'm not hungry right now," Sakusa responded, sulking down the hallway to take his shower.

Alone.

part two

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