yoreos

[yoreos]

you’re a fool.

the thought crosses your mind multiple times as you climb down your window.

“don’t fall.” atsumu calls out from below you, an amused grin on his face. you roll your eyes.

you shush him. “i won’t, dumbass.”

he clicks his tongue, pout quickly replacing his grin. he looks back up at your struggling form.

he squints, quickly licking his lips. a mischievous smile blooms on his face. “hurry up.”

“shut your mouth, miya.” you snap, a small yelp leaves your mouth when your hand slips for a second.

you look down at atsumu, brows raising when you see his outstretched arms. he blinks at you, quickly retracting his arms back to his sides.

“i won’t fall.” you reassure him. that’s still not enough to convince him (or you).

“just,” atsumu sighs, “be careful.”

it doesn’t take you that long to reach the ground (a lie, you spent about four minutes stuck in the same spot).

you yawn. “where are we going?”

atsumu glances at you, eyes darting away from yours as soon as he meets them. you’d swear you see a hint of red dusting his ears, but it’s too dark outside to tell.

“somewhere not too far from here.”

“are we walking there?” you rub your eyes.

his silence is enough of an answer.

you groan. “i’m going back to bed.”

atsumu panics, grabbing your hand before you can turn back.

“it’s not far!”

“i don’t care,” you try wriggling your hand out of his grasp, “knowing you, we’ll end up taking too long getting there and coming back.”

he pouts. “it’ll be fun.”

“fun,” you switch to shaking your hand out of his, “is going to be lecture we’ll get from my parents when they realize i snuck out with you.”

“your parents love me.” he huffs.

“no. they love ‘samu.” you smirk, “they’re still on the fence about you.”

he lets out a gasp. “no, they’re not!”

you snort, trailing behind him as he tugs you towards your destination.

“they will be once they know you’re the reason i haven’t slept properly in the last few days.”

“like they’d believe that.”

you roll your eyes. “what, you think they’d believe you?”

he tugs your hand with a bit more force. “i’ve got practice in the mornings, there’s no way i’d stay up all night.”

“you do know they’ll just ask your mom, right?”

his face pales. “she’ll defend me.”

“she’ll just ask ‘samu and he’d sell you out.”

you don’t miss the way his pace quickens. (not that you could, he is, after all, still dragging you behind him.”

“why are you even up this late?” (early? you forgot what time it was and you forgot to bring your phone with you).

he stops walking. his free hand sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

“we haven’t spent that much time together since you joined a club.”

you stare at him. “so depriving me of my sleep was the best thing you could come up with?”

his face flushes at that. he looks away, embarrassed. “just keep walking, we’re almost there.”

you could tell that was a lie. still, all you could do was smile at him.

you don’t know when his fingers laced with yours. or when he draped his jacket over your shoulders. you don’t even know how long you took to get back home.

all you know was that the lecture your parents gave you was worth spending time with atsumu.

[yoreos]

atsumu’s tense.

or, rather, he’s stiff. so stiff that it’s starting to make him uncomfortable. but he can’t move. or, well, he doesn’t want to move. at least not before you do, anyway.

his eyelids feel heavy. but no matter how hard he tries to keep them shut, he won’t fall asleep. or, rather, he can’t fall asleep. at least not before you do. (which is starting to become a frequent excuse of his).

it doesn’t take him long to realize it’ll take a while before you fall asleep. because this is the nth time you’ve moved. the nth time you’ve muttered a soft “sorry.” the nth time he’s whispered a “‘s okay,” in return. within the hour. (or longer. he’s lost track of time).

his eyelids feel really heavy. he visibly relaxes when he finally feels sleep start to take root. relief washes over him when he realizes that this might be it. that you’ve finally fallen asleep. that he’ll finally fall asleep. he’s sure of it—

that rush of sleep leaves just as quickly as it came. his eyes snap open. he groans as he feels you shift farther (or was it closer? he couldn’t tell anymore) away from him.

he calls out your name.

there’s a beat of silence.

“yeah?” your voice is barely above a whisper, he notes. he’s not sure why it’s you’re speaking as if you’d wake him up when clearly he’s just as awake as you are. unfortunately.

“what’s wrong?”

there’s a small pause.

he hears your exhale. suddenly he thinks that, maybe, he shouldn’t have asked. but, maybe, he was just a little too tired to care too much.

“i can’t sleep.” yeah, no shit. your voice sounds bashful. he chooses to ignore the way his heart skips a beat.

he knows he shouldn’t ask. if he was a little more awake maybe he would’ve stopped himself. but even he doesn’t have time to register the “why?” that tumbles out of his lips.

“because…” your voice trails off.

because what? what could possibly keep you (and him, by extent) from falling asleep at quite possibly the most comfortable bed ever?

atsumu regrets not insisting on falling asleep before you did. maybe then he would’ve been able to sleep through your little turning spree.

he runs his hand down his face. “because?”

you gulp. there’s a minuscule pause before you open your mouth. he hears you mutter something, but he only catches the soft “something,” you say at the end.

“what?” it comes out harsher than he’d meant.

“i can’t sleep without hugging something.” your voice is shaking. he feels a small pang of guilt at how embarrassed you sounded. and maybe, if he’d been more awake, he would’ve stopped prodding. maybe he would’ve caught the hint that you didn’t wanna talk about it.

but then again, he was willing to do anything to get at least a hint of sleep.

“so?” he sounds exhausted. he doesn’t even recognize his own voice.

he can feel you glare at him. “there’s nothing for me to hug.”

he frowns. yes there was. what were you even talking about? “what about the extra pillows?”

“you gave them away—”

“no i didn’t—”

“—to bokuto and hinata.” oh. he did do that didn’t he?

he mumbles a quick “sorry.”

silence settles between the two of you.

“you could hug me if you want.” he feels you tense up.

he shouldn’t have asked. he really should’ve kept his mouth shut. what was he thinking? actually, he wasn’t thinking at all. what was wrong with him? did he get hit in the head too hard? maybe it was sakusa’s fault for spiking the ball too hard at him during practice—

“ok.”

what.

“it kinda is your fault that i can’t sleep.”

you shift a little. his heart beats faster. “it’s only fair you take responsibility and help me fall asleep.”

damn. he really put his foot in his mouth with that one.

he feels you shift again. but this time, it’s different. this time you definitely shift closer to him.

it’s a bit awkward; the position you both end up in. one of his arms is stretched behind your back, while you cling to him like a koala.

he hopes you can’t hear how fast his heart is beating.

you yawn, happy. “this is nice.”

it is. having you there nestled against him, legs all tangled together. it felt really nice. more than nice, actually.

he hears your breathing even out. he feels your body slowly slump against his.

“yeah.” he yawns.

his eyelids feel terribly heavy. and for the first time that night, sleep actually manages to wash over both him and you.

[yoreos]

“‘m not sick.”

you’d believe him. if he hadn’t just let out the loudest, most aggressive sneeze you’ve ever heard. 

you look at him and raise a brow in disbelief. 

he shrinks under your gaze, pouting. “‘s just allergies.” 

atsumu’s face is burning up, and he’s not sure if it’s from the fever he swears he doesn’t have, or if it’s from the fact that your face is inches away from his as you measure his temperature. 

“you don’t have any allergies, ‘tsumu.” 

and now he’s sure his face is actually burning up from embarrassment. 

he sniffles. and you quickly hand him some tissue paper, “blow.”

he clicks his tongue. you pinch his side. he lets out a loud yelp. “you shouldn’t be mean to people who’re sick, y'know.” 

“you just said you weren’t sick.” you bite down your smile. 

a huff of laughter leaves your lips when you see his pouty face. he grumbles under his breath. there’s a few beats of silence.

“i’ll go make you some soup.”

atsumu’s eyes widen. he opens his mouth, and promptly closes it. he repeats the action three times. you tilt your head in confusion. 

he hides his face behind his blanket. “i haven’t gone grocery shopping yet.”

you groan. “you suck.” 

he pokes his head out to stick his tongue out at you. 

you close your eyes and sigh, “i’ll go buy some stuff to make dinner.” 

you hear some rushed shifting. and then you feel something heavy rest against your shoulder. 

you slightly turn your head and meet atsumu’s eyes. 

he pouts. “you shouldn’t leave a sick person alone.” 

the corners of your lips quirk up. “so you admit you’re sick?” 

atsumu chooses to ignore your remark. “just ask ‘samu to go grocery shopping for us.”

you roll your eyes. “what if he’s busy and can’t go?”

“then tell him to bring food and go when he’s not busy.” 

“what if he takes too long to bring food and we’re starving?”

“tell him it’s an emergency.”

“what if-”

atsumu lifts his head from your shoulder and frowns. “why do you want to leave so badly?”

you blink at him. “why do you want me to stay so badly?”

his face flushes. he looks away from you and rubs the back of his neck. “because i’m sick?” 

his argument really isn’t that convincing. and you’re sure he’d be fine if you left for a while. plus, it’d be quicker if you went yourself than having to send osamu in your stead. 

still, you can’t bring yourself to say anything other than “i’ll stay.” 

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MIYA OSAMU

SUNA RINTARO

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