#sakuatsu #skts | jealous n stupid Omi pt.2 Atsumu Miya ain’t an idiot, doesn’t matter how many times Samu says it, or Suna, or even Aran. He’s aware of exactly how much of a presence he has, ever since he got into volleyball in fact, he’s a Star™, and he *knows* it.

All this to say, he’s gotten used to the feeling of eyes pressuring behind his back. He’s learned to deal with it, to be *fed* by it, he got so in tune with it, in fact, that he was able to recognize who was looking at him by that feeling alone.

So, when he got to training one day and felt as if the cold muzzle of a gun was touching the back of his neck he knew it could only be *him*. It’s been so many years since the Youth Training camp, and he still wasn’t able to shake it off. How could he?

At first, Tsumu thought it was just good ol’ volleyball banter, like when Omi told him that if he didn’t step up his game “his brother would never find him” (as if that would upset Samu). You know, a little death threat to get your spirits up. Teamwork!

But then… He started feeling The Gaze™ outside of just regular matches. First, it was at press rounds after said matches. Then it was while travelling, then regular training and then… At the gym’s locker room. And that was the moment Atsumu *knew*. There was something else.

Atsumu wasn’t quite sure what it was, but he sure loved it. It didn’t just fed him. It started a FIRE inside of him. And he played SO good because of it. He couldn’t explain it, he was on such a high roll that even some of his teammates couldn’t believe it. It was magic.

Then, things stopped mattering. The lights, the cameras, the eyes of his fans. Everything that once fueled him just became secondary. As long as he could feel that gun behind his neck threatening him to even *dare* to not give it his all in court, he didn’t need anything else.

Of course, he started harvesting it. One day, he noticed that The Gaze™ became more intense after he playfully flirted with Shoyo during a friendly match. So he started to flirt more, news reporters, opposing players, you name it, it all worked.

His sets were sharper, his serves became unstoppable, even his receiving started leveling up. Atsumu Miya may not be an idiot, but he is particularly reckless, and he didn’t notice that things were going too far (or maybe he just ignored it).

Until it happened. Omi doesn’t really speak to him (other than to return his insults), which is why *it* stuck with him. He was flirting with Shoyo mid-match, as he usually does, and then he felt a shiver down his spine. A tired, angry voice called to him. “You’re mine.”

Atsumu turned around so fast he almost fell. It didn’t make sense, he was hearing things, he was sure of it. After all, no one else was nearby. But there was Omi. Far away at the bench, just looking. As soon as their eyes met he just looked away nervously, cute. Atsumu smiled.

The flirting substantially dropped the following days. Atsumu kept playing his best, and Omi was, apparently, a lot calmer, which resulted in a renewed synergy between the two. Atsumu had a theory about what could be behind this, but it was just that, a theory.

So, like every good scientist, he decided to put it to the test… Which leads us to tonight. The scene, Omi’s house. Of course the furniture would be as black and uninviting as him. But that's just a given, Atsumu finds it charming anyway.

“Help yourself to the fridge, just don't touch my food.” Said Omi as he disappeared into his bedroom. He has his meals labeled by day of the week? How cute! Atsumu sends a quick pick to Samu and grabs a bottle of soda. "How come ya don't have any snacks!?" He protests.

"Because I don't need them." Says Omi, walking into the living room in a more casual attire that Atsumu finds himself more than just liking (specially the sweatpants). "You're more than free to leave if that bothers you." He continues as he sits on the couch.

“Nah, I'm looking after ya, ‘member?” Atsumu takes a seat a bit far from him. Omi doesn't look up from his phone. So he decides to play. “I guess you'll be my snack for the night then.” Omi suddenly shakes so much he almost drops said phone. Yeah, all of the attention, baby.

“What?” Omi asks, looking at him like he just insulted his entire bloodline. “Hm?” Bitch plays dumb. Omi sighs and goes back to his phone. “Feel like watchin’ a movie?” "If it keeps your mouth shut then yes, sure." He's so cute when he acts all rude.

Omi takes the remote and turns on Netflix. They argue about what to watch for a bit, but Atsumu's pick wins by pure annoyance. A cheesy, B-list rom-com full of bad acting that he loves to make fun of. Meanwhile, Omi’s just enduring it like it was torture.

The mask can't stay on forever, though. Soon enough, Atsumu's bad jokes and poor imitations start to crack Omi's steel exterior. First is a little smirk, then a cute smile, then full-on laughter. The most pure sound Atsumu's ever heard. He's not sure he'll be able to forget it.

The movie ends, the credits roll and Omi pauses the movie before Netflix’s automatic trailers start to play. “This would've been the worst thing ever if it wasn't for you.” Omi throws a curve ball that almost knocks out Atsumu. He's not even sure how to respond.

Omi yawns. It makes sense now, he would only be like this if he was tired enough to keep the facade up. Atsumu looks at his phone. “It’s gettin’ quite late actually. Guess I should be goin’ then.” He says, already making his way to the door. "You don't have to leave". What?

end/// this one was really fun! i think it came up as a bit slow (and dark lol), but hopefully it wasn't an issue. i just wanted to take my time with tsumu as well. see ya in the next one! ❤️❤️❤️

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