#sakuatsu // Interwined
Kiyoomi has never felt anything for anyone—though, to be fair, he’s never really let people get close enough for that to happen.Until Atsumu Miya showed up, with his stupidly bright, playful smile.
From that very moment, he knew he was doomed.The blond’s
all.
For the rest of the walk, Atsumu keeps talking—about Osamu, about upcoming matches, about a movie he watched yesterday. But Kiyoomi can only sink deeper and deeper into the sensation of their intertwined hands.
When they reach the corner that separates his building from
always does. But he doesn’t say anything. He just lets his smile widen slightly and, with a confidence Kiyoomi could never dream of having, he laces their fingers together.
A shiver runs through Sakusa’s stomach, and even though the feeling is new, it doesn’t disgust him. Not at
what does that curly little head of yours think so much about?” the blond smiles, a teasing lilt in his voice.
“Nothing important,” he lies.
But his mind betrays him, and before he can stop himself, his gaze drops straight to their hands.
Atsumu notices. Of course he does—he
to Atsumu’s, he feels his heart tighten in his chest.
He should pull it away. But something inside him wants the setter to take it—to intertwine their fingers.
“Omi, hey… are you okay?” Atsumu asks softly, pulling him out of his thoughts.
“Yes. I was just… thinking.”
“And
personality wraps around him in such a warm way that it makes him feel strange—even a little scared.
It’s as if all those walls he worked so hard to build are crumbling down, brick by brick.
That’s why, when they’re left alone walking home and his hand swings dangerously close