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Good kid Sakusa dating the neighborhood delinquent Atsumu just to spite his overprotective parents
Atsumu is sitting there at the park one day when Sakusa approaches him. He remembers him from school, which he dropped off from a year ago after being caught smoking in the bathroom. They never talked before, but Atsumu remembers him because Sakusa used to be the #1 student.
"Give me a cigarette," is all Sakusa says. He looks haughty and full of himself and, uhh, kinda pretty?
"Hello to you too," Sakusa rolls his eyes. He sits down beside him with a huff. "These are bad for ya, yanno," Atsumu says despite reaching for the pack in his jacket pocket.
"Hello to you too," Sakusa rolls his eyes. He sits down beside him with a huff. "These are bad for ya, yanno," Atsumu says despite reaching for the pack in his jacket pocket.
"Shut up," Sakusa retorts, picking up a cigarette between his pointer and middle fingers.
Atsumu watches as he takes his first drag. He must've googled how to smoke because he doesn't choke nor cough, and the smoke he blows comes out in a perfect flat cloud before dissipating
Atsumu watches as he takes his first drag. He must've googled how to smoke because he doesn't choke nor cough, and the smoke he blows comes out in a perfect flat cloud before dissipating
into thin air.
"Looking like a pro already. Done this before?"
"Does it matter?" Sakusa's tone is flat.
"Interesting", Atsumu thinks but doesn't say. Instead he shrugs. He always thought Sakusa looked somewhat done, but he never thought he'd see him apparently acting on it.
"Looking like a pro already. Done this before?"
"Does it matter?" Sakusa's tone is flat.
"Interesting", Atsumu thinks but doesn't say. Instead he shrugs. He always thought Sakusa looked somewhat done, but he never thought he'd see him apparently acting on it.
They sit there quietly, smoking their cigarettes. Atsumu suspects Sakusa is up to something, but he doesn't ask. Sakusa doesn't say anything either, but his expression turns from that proud yet blank stare into a constipated grimace. If it's caused by the smoke or the bottled up
intentions, Atsumu doesn't know.
"Hafta to go now," he stands up, chin jutting out to the other side of the street, where a guy with middle parted hair, eyeliner and leather boots is waiting. "See ya around," and goes away in large but quiet steps. Sakusa watches him go,
"Hafta to go now," he stands up, chin jutting out to the other side of the street, where a guy with middle parted hair, eyeliner and leather boots is waiting. "See ya around," and goes away in large but quiet steps. Sakusa watches him go,
then nods at the eyeliner guy in acknowledgement. Atsumu shrugs again and shakes his head at something he says, then they go.
Sakusa drags, then circles his head to blow a wall of smoke all over his own clothes.
Sakusa drags, then circles his head to blow a wall of smoke all over his own clothes.
A few days later, they sit on the same bench. The afternoon is chilly, so Atsumu wears a hoodie underneath his leather jacket. He holds a bottle of liquor wrapped in a paper bag in one hand, and his cigarette in another one.
Sakusa smokes but denies the bottle every time Atsumu
Sakusa smokes but denies the bottle every time Atsumu
tries to offer it to him. He says he doesn't want to drink Atsumu's spit. Atsumu wonders what is it that he wants then. Sakusa is more talkative today, but he considers that asking so straightfowardly might change that, so he makes small talk instead.
He asks about school,
He asks about school,
if the lady in the cafeteria is still growing a beard, if the principal still walks around with so much dandruff piling on his shoulders that it looks like he just came out of a snowstorm.
"Yeah, he does. It's disgusting," Sakusa grimaces. "Sometimes I think he might be a Wampa
"Yeah, he does. It's disgusting," Sakusa grimaces. "Sometimes I think he might be a Wampa
in disguise," Atsumu snorts and wheezes at the Star Wars reference.
"So you ARE a dork."
Sakusa rolls his eyes. "So are you, it seems."
"Yer right, yer right," he wipes off the tears forming in the corner of his eyes. The kid is fun, he decides. And kinda cute, he remembers.
"So you ARE a dork."
Sakusa rolls his eyes. "So are you, it seems."
"Yer right, yer right," he wipes off the tears forming in the corner of his eyes. The kid is fun, he decides. And kinda cute, he remembers.
"Watcha doing tomorrow night, Omi-kun?"
"Nothing."
"Let's hang out then. Meet me here at 8."
Sakusa looks a bit confused at first, but he's quick to nod.
"It's a date then," Atsumu teases smirks. Sakusa doesn't deny.
"What are we doing?"
"Just hanging out with some friends"
"Nothing."
"Let's hang out then. Meet me here at 8."
Sakusa looks a bit confused at first, but he's quick to nod.
"It's a date then," Atsumu teases smirks. Sakusa doesn't deny.
"What are we doing?"
"Just hanging out with some friends"
Atsumu waits for Sakusa for 20 minutes past 8. When he finally arrives, he looks pissed. "Sorry I'm late."
"S fine. What happened though?"
"Got an earful."
"Ah. Caught sneaking out?"
"Not really. I just came out the front door."
"What didja expect then?"
"Exactly that."
"S fine. What happened though?"
"Got an earful."
"Ah. Caught sneaking out?"
"Not really. I just came out the front door."
"What didja expect then?"
"Exactly that."
"Oh, so that's how it is..." Atsumu picks up on Sakusa's plot right away.
"Mind your business."
"Isn't it my business, though?" Atsumu thinks, since Sakusa is just using him to get to his parents after all. Not that he really cares, actually. Parents can fuck off as far as he'
"Mind your business."
"Isn't it my business, though?" Atsumu thinks, since Sakusa is just using him to get to his parents after all. Not that he really cares, actually. Parents can fuck off as far as he'
concerned. So why not help, if that's the case. "Booze?" He asks changing the subject.
"I'd rather not drink from the same bottle as you."
"Let's get some just for you, then," if Sakusa wanted trouble, then he had come to the right place. He walks off first, and Sakusa follows.
"I'd rather not drink from the same bottle as you."
"Let's get some just for you, then," if Sakusa wanted trouble, then he had come to the right place. He walks off first, and Sakusa follows.
Everything in the small convenience store is overpriced, and Sakusa calculates how much of his allowance he's gonna have to spend tonight.
Atsumu, however, doesn't seem to share the concern. He stuffs three bottles of beer in his pants, tightens his belt to hold them in place,
Atsumu, however, doesn't seem to share the concern. He stuffs three bottles of beer in his pants, tightens his belt to hold them in place,
and covers them with his oversized hoodie. Sakusa studies him. He's doesn't look distressed at all, but he asks anyway, "what about the security cameras?"
"As if the old fart over there is watching anything besides that lame baseball game," Atsumu laughs. "Besides, thought you
"As if the old fart over there is watching anything besides that lame baseball game," Atsumu laughs. "Besides, thought you
wanted to get caught?"
Sakusa smirks back at him, and shoves two bottles on the back of his jeans. The beer feels cold against his skin, potentializing the heated thrill he feels growing on his chest.
Atsumu grabs two cans of Pringles and heads to the cashier.
Sakusa smirks back at him, and shoves two bottles on the back of his jeans. The beer feels cold against his skin, potentializing the heated thrill he feels growing on his chest.
Atsumu grabs two cans of Pringles and heads to the cashier.
"Omi-kun. I think I forgot my wallet." He says, grabbing him by the waist, carefully enough not to make the bottles in Sakusa's back cling. Sakusa flinches. "Can you treat me today?"
"Oh.. hm. Yeah, sure," he stutters, going for his own wallet.
Atsumu thinks he can see a blush
"Oh.. hm. Yeah, sure," he stutters, going for his own wallet.
Atsumu thinks he can see a blush
blooming in his cheekbones. His tall silhoutte also seems to have shrunk a bit.
It's all very interesting.
So he leans in to place a kiss on Sakusa's cheek, acknowledging but ignoring the side eye the aforementioned old fart gives them, and whispers a thank you against his skin
It's all very interesting.
So he leans in to place a kiss on Sakusa's cheek, acknowledging but ignoring the side eye the aforementioned old fart gives them, and whispers a thank you against his skin
before getting upright again.
They get the change and exit the store, Atsumu's arm wrapped around Sakusa's waist until they turn on the next corner. He lets go them bursts into laughter. Sakusa is taken aback at first, but slowly joins him.
"I was not expecting that," he kicks
They get the change and exit the store, Atsumu's arm wrapped around Sakusa's waist until they turn on the next corner. He lets go them bursts into laughter. Sakusa is taken aback at first, but slowly joins him.
"I was not expecting that," he kicks
Atsumu lightly in the shin.
"What?!" Face twisting in fake shock and pain. "I said we were gonna get ya some booze, not that we were paying for it."
"Not that, you ass. The touching," he shifts his weight from one foot to another. "What was that for?"
"What?!" Face twisting in fake shock and pain. "I said we were gonna get ya some booze, not that we were paying for it."
"Not that, you ass. The touching," he shifts his weight from one foot to another. "What was that for?"
"Im just getting you in the scandal you want, Omi-kun," his eyes close when he smiles. It almost seems honest.
"Asshole," Sakusa turns his face away. Atsumu looks for that faint blush again.
"Whatever. Hurry up, we gotta go meet the guys."
"Yeah," Sakusa follows him once more.
"Asshole," Sakusa turns his face away. Atsumu looks for that faint blush again.
"Whatever. Hurry up, we gotta go meet the guys."
"Yeah," Sakusa follows him once more.
