#sakuatsu || Highschool fluff! Atsumu picks up the pace on his half-run half-walk. He’s late to the bus. Again. He turns a corner and is greeted with an all too familiar face, pinched in fury along with some aggressive hip holding. Oh shit Osamu already looks /pissed/. +

Atsumu swallows down his anxiety and reasons his beating probably won’t be that bad. Maybe. “Aight, I’m here!” He yells as he runs over to him. Osamu rounds his pinched face towards him, mouth open wide ready to argue before dying out when his eyes suddenly go wide. +

Atsumu watches as Osamu eyes him up and down and somehow turns /angrier/. Atsumu feels a bead of cold sweat run down his neck. Oh shit. “Are ya fucking jokin?” He grits out as he points an offended finger at his chest. Atsumu rolls his eyes, slowly growing more annoyed at +

his brothers dramatics. He raises his arms in indignation, matching Osamu’s twisted face. “What! I’m here ain’t I? I’m not /that/ late asshole.” Osamu shakes his head quickly and has the audacity to poke his chest. Atsumu is about to rip him a new one until Osamu cuts him +

off with a,“No scrub, yer jacket. Tha fuck is /that/.” Atsumu looks down. Oh. That. Any fight left sinks to his feet like a rock as all the blood in his body rushes to his face. Atsumu is wearing an Itachiyama jacket. One that is very neon and very much not his. +

Atsumu’s flight or fight kicks in as he scrambles for anything to save the situation. His brain helpfully supplies him with playing innocent until he can distract Osamu enough to forget about it. So with all the grace of five year old caught in the cookie jar he asks, +

“What jacket?” Atsumu mentally kicks himself in the head. /Not that dumb idiot!/ Osamu blinks at him a few times before taking a deep breath and letting out a smile that shows how thinly he’s barely holding on. “I don’t know ‘Tsumu, maybe the FUCKING NEON GREEN ONE?” +

He grabs on the front and rattles him as he yells and yeah, Atsumu probably deserves that, but he’s in too deep and might as well sink with this burning ship. He looks down at his chest and feigns a look of shock. “Huh. No way, I didn’t even notice.” He muses, marveling at +

the colors like they haven’t been on the forefront of his mind all tournament. Osamu grips tighter and gets close to his face and Atsumu finally has the gall to look a little nervous. “So ya just didn’t /notice/?” “Nope,” Atsumu laughs, nervously. +

To be fair, Atsumu can’t help that he was too caught up getting a little handsy with his boyfriend that he only sees a few times a month, easily lost in those adorable doe eyes as he shoved on what he thought was his jacket. Did he mention that their relationship was a secret?+

“So yer gonna tell me you weren’t late again for some boy I thought was only a crush?” Atsumu gulps. “Yep.” Osamu’s eye twitches. He opens his mouth again until a window slamming open cuts him off. “Oi fuckers!” rings Aran’s voice, “get on the damn bus!” +

Their argument is dropped quickly, the wrath of Aran sending them in a terrified truce as they fly onto the bus. Suna snickers at Osamu’s chastised look and sneaks in a picture. +

Atsumu ignores his teammates stares as he plops heavily in a back seat. He pulls out his phone to his favorite contact of “omi-omi 💕” and types, ‘I think we ain’t so secret anymore Omi’ +

He’s ready to pocket the phone and is surprised when three dots immediately start bouncing. When the message comes in, Atsumu’s lips crack into a smile as he saves the picture attached. ‘Yeah no shit’ is written with +

a picture of Komori pulling Kiyoomi down with a wide smile and peace sign, eyes full of mischief. Kiyoomi’s face looks defeated behind the mask as he wears a deep maroon jacket. Atsumu could get used his boyfriend wearing his clothes. //

Brought to you by my love for Highschool skts and the absolute rot of atsumu wearing omis jacket living rent free through my mind. En bby this for you. Bonus dood bc like I said I’m obsessed 🕺🏻✨

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