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thyluvcupix · 9 months

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Sakuatsu fic recs!

im very picky on what i label to be a 'good fic' most of the ones are amazing but only a few will get bookmarkerd by me and here they are! My ao3 acc that has many more book marks mostly nsfw i diddnt put here

A liar's truth 49k words

okay this one is just breathtaking? if you havent read this pls do i cried sm😭

summary:

In which Sakusa Kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but then takes one look at Miya Atsumu and thinks, then why the hell did God make them so fucking hot?

I'll see you in court, motherfucker 2k words

its short and funny def worth a read if you wanna giggle

Summary:

“You’re still a fraud. You’re—you’re a scammer, is what you are. I don’t know how you convinced the hospital administration that you’re my husband, or that we even have a relationship, but I have—” Fuck, what’s the word? “Lawyers,” Kiyoomi says triumphantly, “I have lawyers, and if you’re trying to con me for some ulterior motive, I’ll have you know—” “Oh my god, Omi,” Miya says, sounding equal parts exasperated and horribly fond. “How can you be so cute?”

A pleasant side effect of being down one vestigial organ is forgetting the existence of your hot Olympic athlete husband

The 28 post cards you left me 8k words

Honestly, if i ever break up with someone this is exactly what i want from them? Like omg?? pls send me post cards, Super cute

Summary:

Atsumu takes texting your ex to a new level by sending Sakusa postcards in Animal Crossing instead.

The art of the thrist trap 4k words

naughty naughty, but other than that this fic is so funny? like ask ur brother how to rizz someone up

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“Samu, I’ve got a big problem.”

“Here we fuckin’ go. What is it this time?”

Atsumu needs to think strategically about how he’s going to phrase this. One wrong word and Osamu will hang up on him and Atsumu will be forced to wade through the hell of his own mind by himself.

“I jerked off to one of my teammates.”

Osamu hangs up.

Problem 5k words

super cute sleepy omi is something else

Summary:

Atsumu has a problem— somehow, he finds every version of Sakusa Kiyoomi adorable.

In which Atsumu realizes that Sakusa Kiyoomi gets very quiet and very adorable when he's tired. Things simply go downhill from there.

Take me where the music aint to loud 2k words

Protetive sakusa>>

Summary:

Winning against the Adlers must have meant something of a great deal to Sakusa, as usually he wouldn’t even consider going out with the rest of his team after the game.

Yet, here he is, in a somewhat crowded club, wearing a black button up shirt rolled up around his wrists and sweating a little under the bright lights.

Atsumu thinks he looks beautiful.

He wanders over to where Sakusa is standing with Meian, hoping that tonight, with a little bit of influence from alcohol, he might be able to get more conversation out of him than he can usually get outside of practice.

But of course, Atsumu can’t have anything good, ever. Because, blocking the way is his ex-boyfriend.

or; atsumu runs into his ex in the club, and sakusa has to rescue him

ROAD RAGE 2k words

This is funny on so many levels poor atsumu he fears for his life

Summary:

For a man who preaches at any given opportunity about the importance of good self-care practices, Sakusa certainly displays an astounding lack of self-preservation when behind the wheel.

Sakusa Kiyoomi has a driver’s license. Sakusa Kiyoomi cannot drive.

The two are not mutually exclusive.

The ascent to love (or descent) 3k words

Im always a sucker for hurt/comfort and this fic gives me that, its also funny as well so its a win-win type thing

Summary:

Stuck in an elevator with his boyfriend after a fight, Sakusa Kiyoomi couldn't think of anything worse. Working through their issues? Maybe he could think of one thing.

Take me home 10k words

i just cannont stress how good this is, like its soul healing on so may levels gosh

Summary:

Turns out, Miya Atsumu never did a good thing in his life – his love was one-sided. And so, he was running away, hoping to meet some friendly people, take a bunch of pretty pictures and get over Kita Shinsuke.

In which Miya Atsumu is an exchange student in Italy, and Sakusa Kiyoomi is the only one knowing Japanese, forced to take care of the new student.

Hope is the thing with feathers 10k words

Two dummies taking care of some birds is honestly to good

Summary:

Kiyoomi wakes to Miya banging on his door, yelling words that put the fear of god in him.

“Omi-kun, get out here, we’re gonna be fathers.”

In the stars 1k words

In all honesty it made me think of the other side of love i never thought about

Summary:

Miya Atsumu is a romantic. He always had been. He believes in soulmates and destiny and true love in the stars. Sakusa Kiyoomi believes none of that.

My ao3↵

#haikyuu #sakusa kiyoomi #sakuatsu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu sakusa #haikyuu atsumu #fanfic #sakusa smut #atsumu smut #skts #msby #fanfic rec #ao3 fanfic #read on ao3 #fanfiction #ao3 fic #ash rec's #ash posted it

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strawhattery · 1 month

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since i started publishing utilities included, a few questions have come up multiple times in my DMs. i'm always happy to answer them, but i also thought it'd be helpful if i put my answers to those questions somewhere for people to see, so here's that~

your writing is familiar—do i know you from something else? i wrote haikyuu fanfiction (sakuatsu specifically) from 2020-2021 under the AO3 pseudonym astroeulogy.

what do you ship in one piece? i'm a multishipper, so i ship most things. if i see fan content for a ship and think it fucks, then i ship it (at least within the context of the thing i saw it in). if you have NOTPs in one piece, i generally recommend you not follow me; i'll always tag the individual characters, but i won't use ship tags unless the content is overtly romantic.

is it ok if i make [insert fanwork here] based on your fic? this is pretty much always going to be a huge YES from me!* fanart, podfic, translations, text posts, live read threads, etc. are all allowed for anything i write! all i ask is that you include credit to the original publication on AO3. beyond that, knock yourself out! and if you make anything based on my work, please send me a link—i LOVE seeing it!

*as long as you're not trying to make money from it or running it through generative AI systems; this is probably obvious, but just to be safe!

what's the best way to talk to you? DMs are best! you can use my tumblr ask box, DM me on twitter, or find me on discord (i'm strawhattery on twitter, tumblr, and discord). i'm also in the zosan and sanzo servers, but i'm not as active in those as i'd like to be.

can i ask about your writing? if you mean my writing process or characterization tips, yes! i LOVE talking about writing!! but if you're asking for spoilers, sorry but no can do ☺️

your writing/fic/reposts remind me of something else, can i send you a rec? please hold on to your recs until april 20! once utilities included is fully published, i'll have much more time to go through recommendations!

do you have any other WIPs? i have a Concept. stay tuned!

#about me #hello!!! starting today i'm GOING to be more active #i'm determined to conquer my shyness and make some friends!!!#that being said i might also delete this later who knows #i am a mystery even unto myself

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tendou-satori-chocolatier · 2 years

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Cop, knocking on door: OPEN UP, ITS THE POLICE-

Oikawa, quietly: its ok, I haven't done any crimes.

Cop: -THE FASHION POLICE

Oikawa, looking down at his plaid shorts: shit-

I JUST HAD A BRILLIANT IDEA. So idk if I'm the only one (I'm not tho cause these posts get thousands of likes) but do you know about the yn x haikyuu character oneshots? I love reading them even though I don't really like yn fics just cause some of them are lowkey well made and are entertaining. Anyways, whenever I read them I always wished it was about my ships instead of yn (no offense towards the author or even yn fics) so I kinda wanted to see if I could try making them but with the haikyuu characters and their ships. I would probably make a different account for this if I did make it. Some of the oneshot almost au things that are made are like: "Yn pretends hq characters are their boyfriend" "Yn accidentally sends them a text NOT meant to go to them" "How hq characters would react if you were wearing another person's sweater" just stuff like that but switch it so it's not about yn but their ships. A lot of the yn stuff are written in bullet points and have like a list of characters for the first example: "Yn pretends hq characters are their boyfriend" there would be a list of characters for this: Aran, Atsumu, Osamu, Kita or just something like that and I think it'd be cute if instead of names it could be ships: osasuna, sakuatsu, arankita. Anyways, I don't even know if this is even going to happen, I just wanted to see what people thought abt it🤷‍♀️ sorry for making this so long😭 some of my fav Tumblr people who post these yn x hq characters stuff is @luvbub @adoringhaikyuu @maizumis

#truly a crime #also happy birthday to my favorite demigod percy💙#haikyuu #haikyuu incorrect quotes #haikyuuanime #haikyuuincorrect #incorrect haikyuu quotes #incorrecthaikyuu #oikawa tooru

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yee-haw23 · 1 year

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My very first cross post back onto tumblr! Anyway here’s some sakuatsu angst, no happy ending :-)

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The first was his father, ages ago now, the crack that’s the faintest. It was a throwaway comment probably. Nothing meant to linger. But isn’t that the horrific beauty of humanity? The ability to create long-lasting harm without a spare thought.

Kiyoomi asked if his father would be attending his first ever volleyball match, very near bubbling with excitement just at asking. Such an emotion was rare then, just as it is now.

Still, Kiyoomi’s father laughed, “I have no time for silly games, Kiyoomi. Certainly not when they’re the whims of a child.”

Volleyball wasn’t a whim then, just as it isn’t now. His father attends his important games. Kiyoomi still remembers the laugh, the utter disbelief, at his asking for his father’s support.

The second was a bit harsher. It’s jagged and deep, still scarred over.

High school crushes shouldn’t hurt like that, Kiyoomi thinks. But he’s always been a touch more sensitive, a little more easily broken.

Ushijima Wakatoshi put a lot of stress on Kiyoomi’s heart—very nearly broke it. But Kiyoomi managed. Even when Ushijima turned him down in his straightforward, no nonsense tone, Kiyoomi resolved not to break. It was only when he saw the way Ushijima looked at Tendou that he finally permitted himself a healthy sob in the locker room.

Kiyoomi had built up a future in his all about he and Ushijima. To see it topple down, to crumble to bits, was his first true loss.

They remain friends, of course. Though it still aches a bit to see that glint of gold on Ushijima’s finger. To know who wears a matching one.

More lost loves along the way made tiny little cracks. Kiyoomi attaches himself easily, trusts too much, feels too deeply. Then the whims of his fancies change, leaving him in the dust. He owns personal packs of tissues for sanitary purposes just as much as he has them more emotional purposes.

At a certain point, Kiyoomi assumed he would always be like this—a little broken, too bitter to ever truly believe in love.

But then came Miya Atsumu.

He was everything Kiyoomi couldn’t stand, yet everything he craved. It took months for Atsumu to wear him down, to let him in, to let those warm feelings cascade through him once more. Even a mere text from Atsumu would send Kiyoomi’s heart into a frenzy.

Atsumu was everything Kiyoomi had been searching for. Honest, kind, ambitious, dedicated—above all else, he sought Kiyoomi out, time after time. When Kiyoomi would make a snide comment in retort to whatever foolishness spilled from Atsumu, he wouldn’t let Kiyoomi push himself away. Instead he’d laugh, lighting up the whole room with his joy.

Where Kiyoomi would reject touch, Atsumu would respect that line. Never pushing until Kiyoomi asked for it, until he admitted how badly he needed that touch. And Atsumu gave so much of it. Atsumu freely showered Kiyoomi with affection as if it were no problem at all.

Even with all those fractures in his heart, Kiyoomi felt ready to hand it over. He was prepared to trust Atsumu with the delicate little thing—all Atsumu ever showed him was love, after all.

As he turned his heart over to the care of Atsumu, it all seemed to go swimmingly. With those darlings and sweethearts and “how’s yer ma doin’, hon?” Kiyoomi thought everything was just fine. Atsumu was diligent and careful, respectful and alarmingly loving.

Kiyoomi swore the fractures healed under honey-sweet words, placating touches when Kiyoomi had a bad day. Once again, Kiyoomi found himself building a future with someone. This time with Atsumu. A man who had shown time and time again just how much Kiyoomi could rely on him.

As rain pounded against the windows of Kiyoomi’s apartment, he found his head in Atsumu’s lap, one of Atsumu’s hands threading through the locks. Kiyoomi didn’t say a word about it, not even when he knew that it would ruin the pattern, force him to tame it into submission.

He found a smile on Atsumu’s face when he looked up, soft and sweet.

“You’re smiling.”

Atsumu hums, looking away from his phone. “What?”

“You were smiling.”

“Ah, yeah,” the blond lets out a laugh, removing the hand in Kiyoomi’s head to run it through his own, “I, uh, I get like that when I’m talkin’ to certain people.”

Butterflies erupt in Kiyoomi’s stomach, head burning through him.

“Kita just said he was comin’ into town to deliver some rice for Samu. Wanted to see me.”

Kiyoomi smiles, hums. He knows how much the senior means to Atsumu, knows how much Atsumu cares about what he thinks.

“It’s so stupid, but…”

Atsumu trails off and Kiyoomi feels confusion wash over him. The smile still fights its way onto Atsumu’s face, his hands starting to fidget with nothing. Something is making him nervous.

“I kinda wanna confess to him.” Everything around Kiyoomi stops. “I’ve liked him for so long and it’s just so—I dunno—daunting? But I feel like he might want me back, ya know? I mean he wants to see me. Like just me.”

Had Kiyoomi read every signal wrong? Was it user error? Was he like this with everyone?

“What d’ya think, Omi?”

And, fuck, Atsumu looks so hopeful, so sincere. How could Kiyoomi ever do anything but support him.

“Go for it.”

As a smile splits Atsumu’s face in too, shining the entire room in radiance, Kiyoomi feels his heart shatter.

Atsumu talks all about how Kita makes him feel like he’s floating on a cloud, how he’s so sweet it nearly makes Atsumu get cavities. Kiyoomi listens. Listens and listens, engages and watches as Atsumu’s heart fills with more and more love.

Kiyoomi listens as he tumbles to the ground, heart in hands. Shattered, broken.

#skts #sakuatsu #angst #angst no comfort #angst no happy ending #atsumu x kiyoomi

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vampyrsutton · 1 year

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Breakfast Food and Whiskey

Summary:

When Sakusa and Atsumu' bickering gets them kicked out of practice, they're forced to finally face their past.

Ao3 Tags:

Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Alpha, Alpha Sakusa Kiyoomi, Alpha Miya Atsumu, Homophobia, In Omegaverse Terms, Sakusa Kiyoomi is Bad at Feelings, I Accidentally Gave Him Trauma, Past Relationship(s), Getting Back Together, Miscommunication, Post-Time Skip, Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Notes:

For SakuAtsu Omegaverse Week 2023!

Trope: Non-Traditional Quote: Is this really a good idea?

"Knothead!"

"Asshole!"

"Jack ass!"

"Bi-"

"Enough!"

Both alphas freeze as their coach yells at them to separate from where they didn't even realize they were once again getting in each other's faces.

"The fuck happened now?!" Coach Foster yells at them.

"Miya's shitty set was too high!"

"Omi-Omi isn't payin' any fuckin' attention!"

"Shut up!" The older beta yells over them when they start snarling at each other. "I swear to god if I have to treat you like children and stick you in a 'Get Along Jersey' I will!"

"He started it!" They both scoff like the children they were just accused of being.

"Fucking, alphas." Coach mutters. "And I'm finishing it! Are you two nearing ruts or something?! Grow up and act like professionals or get the fuck off my court! In fact, you’re both done for the day! Hit the showers, go back to the dorms, and work it out or I'm benching both of you!"

Both alphas open their mouths to protest, before slumping at their coach's next words.

"Nope! Shut up! Go!" They're ordered, prompting them to trudge towards the locker rooms, still bickering. "Did I not just say shut up?!"

"Sorry!" They groan back, glaring at each other when it happens to be in unison.

Truth be told, they didn't actually hate each other nearly as much as they claimed. In fact, at one point, they had even been courting, though neither had actually realized it.

They had even been gathering the courage to ask each other out when Sakusa presented alpha days after turning 17 and Komori texted Atsumu to let him know about the new alpha rampaging to try to find him. Atsumu had been both flattered and concerned but spent the next several months properly courting the alpha in ways typical to an omega after assuming that's what he would be if his Omi-Omi was an alpha.

He was not an omega.

Unfortunately not even a beta.

No, weeks before turning 18, Atsumu fills the Inarizaki gym with a strong scent of star anise and fresh lavender that would almost say omega if it weren't for the bite of the freshness and that he started to rampage in an alpha hormone-fueled quest for Omi before he ended up tranqued, dragged home by 'Samu and Suna, and thrown into their room with some rut aids for a few days to get his shit together.

By the time he was let out of the room, he'd had a few patches of lucidity to think things through and figure out his next step. He had grown up taught that it was Alphas and Omegas that go together, but he had also known that wasn't true based because of 'Samu and Suna being Alpha and Beta. They even added Komori recently which had increased some extended family's bullshit about needing an omega, but even Atsumu could see they were just fuckin' saps.

With this thought in mind, Atsumu had decided he would still give dating Sakusa a try.

Now if only Sakusa had shared the same thoughts.

"Omi-Omi! Wait! Please! We can work this out, just please give me a chance!" Atsumu had pleaded as he held the other alpha's wrist so he couldn't flee.

He'd been pretty sure he could see pain in those dark eyes, but with Sakusa's expensive ass scent patches, he couldn't entirely tell which somehow made it hurt worse.

"I'm sorry 'Tsu-Miya." Sakusa said flatly, breaking Atsumu's heartbreak further with the revoking of his nickname. "I can't. We're both alpha's. It would be…unnatural…" He sounded like he was reading off a script but Atsumu was too busy spiraling to notice. Sakusa took a shaky breath. "It would be disgusting."

That final statement had been like a slap to the face, but Atsumu's pretty sure that would have hurt less. "Om-"

"Good bye, 'Tsu-Miya." Sakusa monotones in a way Atsumu hadn't heard since meeting him first year. "I'll see you on the other side of the court."

Little did they know that they'd end up on the same side just a few years later, after matching alpha drops, multiple painful ruts, several failed relationships, and a lot of hard feelings that would result in them constantly being at each other's throats when they meet again.

"Dammit!" Atsumu yells as he slams his locker closed after grabbing his towel. "We're fuckin' adults! Why is it still so fuckin' hard for us ta not be assholes ta each other?! It's been like what? Five years?"

"Speak for yourself, Miya. You're the one stinking up the place with your challenging scent. I'm just returning the favor." Sakusa huffs, as he gets his jersey off. For someone so distant, he surprisingly had no trouble just being naked around them all.

Atsumu furrows his brow as he sniffs his wrist before dragging his hand against his main gland to do the same. "I am?"

Sakusa looks at him like he's stupid and Atsumu tries not to snap in response. "Yes, you idiot. It's been five years and you still can't control your fucking scent?"

Atsumu's eye twitches, but his desire to not get benched is greater than his desire to snarl at the other. "Okay, well I don't smell it obviously so when did ya start smellin' it?"

Sakusa huffs, but thinks about it. "…After reuniting? When I was dragged out for the Welcome Party, you were tipsy and started pouring out a fiery cinnamon scent and kept staring at me like you wanted to rip my throat out which obviously pissed off my alpha. I tried to be professional and unbothered as usual but you insisted on being in my space and trying to drown me with it so I started returning the energy."

Atsumu blinks slowly before flushing down past the hem of his sweat-soaked jersey. "Ya said cinnamon?"

Sakusa raises an eyebrow but nods slowly.

"Like French toast cinnamon or Fireball whiskey cinnamon?" Atsumu has to clarify, hoping his voice doesn't convey his horror.

"Usually starts as French toast then morphs into whiskey when we start fighting?" The eyebrow inches higher. "Why?"

Atsumu has to hold back a pup-like whine before he rushes to the shower. "No reason. I'll be more careful. Just know I haven't been challengin' ya. See ya tomorrow!"

The eyebrow drifts back down to pinch with the other as Sakusa frowns. "See you tomorrow?" He mumbles back, wondering not only what the other alpha is hiding, but also if Miya forgot they'd see each other getting out of the shower.

They wouldn't see each other after their showers.

In fact, Sakusa would barely see the setter off the court as he seemed to appear and vanish into thin air outside of that. Sure it meant they weren't fighting, Atsumu only offering Sakusa the bare minimum in terms of conversation and practice notes, but Sakusa had also wanted to actually solve the problem and this felt…it felt wrong.

It brought back feelings he thought he had worked past after his parents had forced him to break it off with the alpha before it could even begin under threat of disownment. He's since gone no contact with them the second his college was paid off, and a part of him had hoped maybe he and Atsumu could work it out, but then his nose had been assaulted with biting cinnamon and crushed hopes.

At first, it had been a softer breakfast food scent, but then the look in Atsumu's eyes had made his hackles raise and it soon shifted to a sharper cinnamon that brought back bad choices from college, and they'd been hostile ever since.

The lack of Atsumu was somehow worse.

He didn't know what to do though.

He had never saved the blonde's new number after joining, he wasn't in the group chats, fuck he didn't even know what dorm was his.

His distress must have been soaking through his patches because Hinata ends up approaching him in the locker room with a look of concern.

"Are you okay, 'Kusa?" The little ginger omega frowns, his sweeter orange creamsicle scent being soured by his worry for his teammates. "Both you and 'Tsum-'Tsum have seemed really out of it since Coach sent you home last week."

Sakusa scowls into his locker, but apparently can't hide the dejected slump of his shoulders or the souring of his scent that he hadn't covered yet because Hinata whines, and Sakusa flinches at the sound.

He's always hated omega sounds. Sure, no one likes distressed omegas, but he couldn't really stand the normal ones either. It had been his first hint when he had started trying to forget about Atsumu in college and started dating around. He knew he was many people's idea of an ideal alpha, and had the hoards of omegas throwing themselves at him to prove it and he tried to like them. He really did, but when their sounds pissed him off and their scents made him gag, he finally had to come to terms with the fact he was not attracted to omegas. He had tried female betas after that, knowing that his parents expected more heirs despite his siblings already having pups, but then he had to come to terms with not liking vagina, and if that wasn't a whole breakdown to Komori as he was forced to come to terms with how badly he fucked up with Atsumu and dammit Toya I miss him so much.

"And you wondered why your parents have been all but exiled from the family." Komori had sighed as he let his clean linen air freshener and fruit cocktail scent out to try to calm the panicking alpha down and drown out the scent of rotting wood. "What do you think the old farts did when I started dating his brother and Rin? They wanted me to either break up their relationship so we'd be in a proper one or I was a disgrace of an omega. Forget that this was the norm for millennia." He sighed heavily now. "Your parents are pricks, and Atsumu had been the best thing that ever happened to you but they used fear to stomp all over that because of some bullshit view of right and wrong."

"And heirs." Sakusa mumbled into his cousin's shoulder.

"Yeah, and that." Komori huffs. "Do you even want kids? I've seen how you are when you get sick. You'd probably stop functioning if you had to deal with a diaper."

Sakusa made a face, shaking his head. "I'm probably not even going to associate with your's until they're like 12."

"Rude, but I should've expected it." Komori snorted, shaking his head in exasperation. "Point it, so you like alphas. Big fucking deal. You've always liked a challenge. Why are you backing down?"

"'Cause he probably hates me after how things ended." Sakusa mumbled, slumping further.

Komori made a face, contemplating if he should tell Sakusa what he knows and ultimately sighing. "He's…He's definitely bitter. Your rejection made him drop, and 'Samu said he came out of it an even bigger bastard but that could just be twin talk. It's been years though and you've both had time. Make friends again at least? You're about to be on the same team after all."

A suffering noise left Sakusa as he prayed for the floor to swallow him, even if it would only put him in the living room and facing someone who looks exactly like his first love. "Can't I just take your Miya up on his offer to spike a volleyball through my head? That sounds less painful."

"Nope. He'd probably weigh it down with lead or something and then you'd die before you had a chance to get your shit together." Komori smirked.

"That would be the point, yes." Sakusa huffed, pushing his cousin away now to pout.

"Just think about it, okay?"

He had.

Sakusa had thought about it non-stop the entire month leading up to him joining the Jackals and had steeled himself to apologize before whatever heart he had managed to salvage from the first time breaks all over again when he was met with what he perceived as animosity.

So he did what he does best when he's hurt.

He lashed out.

And now Sakusa almost wishes he had been benched so long as Atsumu wouldn't be avoiding him.

"I'm fine." Sakusa lies to Hinata, sighing when the omega's nose scrunches.

"You sure? 'Cause you smell awful and 'Tsum-'Tsum isn't doing any better." Hinata frowns. "I try not to pry, but you both smell like you'll drop any minute now."

Sakusa's eyes snap up in horror, not thinking he's doing that bad, but knowing that would be devastating for Atsumu who already suffered one before he even got to finish presenting.

"What?" Sakusa chokes out.

"Your scents are both rotten. Every note of them." Hinata explains. "What happened after you guys were sent home?"

"How close does Miya smell?" Sakusa asks instead of answering, already shoving things in his bag.

Hinata's face scrunches in concern. "Like stubbing his toe is going to make him fall apart? Why?"

"Because he's already dropped once barely five years ago before he even finished presenting. It was my fault then and I don't know what I did this time, but I'm not about to let it happen again." Sakusa rushes out as he slams his locker, not bothering with patches and barely managing to get a shirt back on. "What dorm is his? I have to fix this. I can't lose him again."

Orange eyes widen in horror. "What?! Why did he- not important. I'll bully it out of him later. He claimed room 10 on the second floor." Hinata's eyes narrow now as he blocks Sakusa's retreat. "Break him, and I do the freak quick to your head. Understand?"

Sakusa growls at being blocked from who his alpha still considers his mate, but nods. "I'll provide the ball. Now move ."

He doesn't mean for the Command to slip in there, and he'll apologize later, but right now, he needs to check on Atsumu so wastes no further time in booking it out of there.

It finally registers to him that 10 was his high school jersey number when he's faced with it once more, but he doesn't have time to dwell on it as he bangs on the door.

"Miya! Open up, dammit! You're worrying the team and Hinata says you smell like you're going to drop! Let me in so I can fix whatever I fucked up this time!" Sakusa yells as soon as he hears shuffling inside, before cursing when there's a squeak and a thud. "Don't make me force open the door! Miya-fuck 'Tsumu, please!"

Something in his voice must give away his desperation as a gold eye suddenly peaks through the cracked open door.

"You called me, 'Tsumu…"

Sakusa winces, drawing in on himself at the unknown, but strong emotion in the setter's visible expression. "Sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"Ya should have never stopped ta begin with." Atsumu huffs and the pout on his face reminds Sakusa why they ever thought he could be an omega. "What do ya want, Om- Sakusa? I'm tired."

Sakusa reels as though he had been smacked by Ushijima and makes a pained noise. "Don't. Fuck, don't ever say my name. It sounds so wrong."

Atsumu's eyebrows furrow. "Ya hate Omi-Omi though?"

"I hated the emotions connected to it, but my name is so much worse." Sakusa grimaces.

Atsumu just looks exhausted as he sighs. "What do ya want, Omi."

Sakusa frowns at the incomplete name but sighs. "I told you. Hinata said you smelled like you were close to dropping, and I heard about the first one that happened before you were even done presenting. There's no way you can handle a second one within the same decade. …I came to help. I don't know what I did this time, but I'd probably follow you if I made you drop again." He mumbles near the end as he looks at the ground, choosing not to mention his own drop from years ago.

"Fuckin' omega noses." Atsumu mutters as he sighs. "I'm fine, Omi. Why do ya even care? Ya didn't the first time."

Sakusa's brow furrows as he looks back up at bitter gold. "I didn't hear about the first one until a month before I joined. You think I'd just let you drop?"

It's Atsumu's turn to look confused. "The fuck do ya mean you just hearda it? 'Samu went all the way ta yer house ta throttle ya fer it?"

Dark eyes widen now. " That's what that yelling was?! My parents just said he was pissed I technically broke up with you! I didn't even get to talk to him!"

Atsumu's eyes widen in turn as he finally opens the door to talk to Sakusa properly and fuck he looks like hell. "He said they said ya didn't care an' ya said ta leave. Had no need fer broken alphas in yer life."

Sakusa snarls, eyes narrowing as things start to piece together. "Did you try texting or calling me at all?"

"Had ta have been hundreds a' times." Atsumu frowns.

Sakusa huffs, digging his phone out of his bag and pulling up a contact he couldn't bear to delete. "What's your phone number, Miya?" The growl building in his throat becoming audible as it matches the old contact. "You never changed it."

"Why the hell would I?" Atsumu scoffs, the cinnamon in his scent gaining a whiskey bite with his increasing confusion.

"I never wanted to leave you, 'Tsu- no I don't have the right to call you that-Miya. My parents are old-school conservatives who insist mating and love is between an Alpha and an Omega or any combination that can produce offspring. They were all for it when we thought you'd be an omega, but the second you presented otherwise, it was stop seeing you or be disowned." The growl grows louder. "I was 17, and couldn't afford to be kicked out and was too panicked to think to ask any family or friends to take me in despite multiple offering when they found out what my parents had done." He turns the phone so Atsumu can watch him press call and it goes straight to unavailable. "It seems they were determined to make sure I wouldn't stray, but I haven't talked to them since I graduated college and am shocked I'm even still on their plan, but the least they can do after the emotional hell they put me through is pay my damn phone." A frustrated huff. "I never wanted to hurt you, Miya."

Atsumu's eyes were saucers as he let Sakusa talk before they finally narrow and his own growl joins Sakusa's. "I got that bitch good chocolates fer her birthday, what the fuck?!"

Sakusa nods, dropping his phone back in his bag. "I didn't even get to see Komori again until I went to college after he got with your brother and Suna."

Atsumu snarls as he whips out his phone and starts texting rapidly.

"What are you doing, Miya?"

"Texting yer cousin fer yer parent's numbers so I can give 'em an earful!" Atsumu growls. "I can't fuckin' believe they did that ta ya!"

"To- what? To me ?!" Sakusa scoffs as he snatches the other alpha's phone before he can give his parents an actual reason to hate him. "Miya, you dropped because of me being a coward! What the hell do you mean?!"

"Ya just said ya would've stayed if it weren't fer 'em so really it's their fault that I dropped." Atsumu huffs as he tries to get his phone back, pouting when the spiker drops it into his bag.

"Anyone ever tell you you worry too much about others?" Sakusa asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Constantly." Atsumu shrugs with a roll of his eyes before smiling fondly. "Been a while since I've heard it from ya though. …I missed it."

Sakusa chooses to ignore his face heating as he huffs. "Want to explain what this one was about then?" He asks, trying to get them back on track and curious when Atsumu's face flushes as well.

"Need ya ta answer one more thing 'bout the last topic before I answer that." Atsumu mumbles shyly.

Twin moles inch into dark curls, but Sakusa still nods. "Okay?"

"…How do ya feel now?" Atsumu asks, toeing at his welcome mat. "Did ya actually think I was disgusting?"

Sakusa's eyes darken at the very thought. "I was just parroting them. I loved you but was stupid and scared and convinced I was broken so I listened to the people who were supposed to protect me. I listened clear up until I went to college and could try getting over you, but I can't stand omega's and apparently don't like women so had an entire breakdown to Komori when I realized just how much I had fucked up." He groans as he runs a hand down his face. "…I was going to try to at least befriend you again when I joined the Jackals, but then the postering shit happened at the bar and I was devastated so lashed out back."

Atsumu has a goofy smile on his face but quickly flinches at the end. "Yup. There it is. …So the French toast cinnamon?" He starts awkwardly. "That's my rut/arousal scent. I was starin' at ya like that because I was drunk an' yer still stupidly hot an' I didn't even realize I had been starin' until the rotten mahogany added ta yer scent an' I thought ya still hated me, but now I know it was ya misinterpretin' me bein' a simp, but I didn't know that part until just now so I thought it was leftover hatred an' ya also hatin' my scent an' it felt like a second rejection." He explains as he slumps. "Basically, my alpha took a hit bein' rejected so soon after presentin' an' is extra sensitive ta rejection so when we thought ya hated even our scent, we kinda spiraled again."

Sakusa blinks before sighing heavily. "So we're both idiots?"

"Fer a while, yeah." Atsumu chuckles tiredly.

Sakusa can't help his own tired chuckle as he for once in his life makes the first move by pulling Atsumu through the door and into a hug. "Can I start making it up to you, Miya?"

"If ya stop callin' me Miya, yeah." Atsumu smiles into the spiker's broad shoulder as he takes in the orange and clean linen that he hadn't gotten to properly appreciate the first time. "Missed hearin' ya call me 'Tsumu."

"…I really don't think I have the rig-"

"I will shut the door in yer face right the fuck now." Atsumu growls despite holding the other alpha tighter.

Sakusa can't help but snort. "How did we ever think you could be an omega?"

"Young, dumb, an' in love." Atsumu shrugs as he smothers Sakusa in his scent of star anise and lavender before pulling back to drag Sakusa into his dorm. "Now come on. Hinata was right that I'm close ta a drop, so yer helping with prevention this time."

Sakusa's eyes widen as he's dragged in and he bites back a snarl when a much more sour cinnamon assaults his nose once inside. "Is this really a good idea? Shouldn't you call your brother or packmates or something? Not the cause of the drop?"

"First a' all," Atsumu starts as he takes off his now happy-smelling shirt so Sakusa can cover his nose. "I don't care how much we thought we hated each other, my alpha never stopped considerin' ya pack. Secondly," He drags him into his room now and opens the window to start airing out the depression stench much to Sakusa's relief, "the drop is from what my alpha thought was a rejection. What better way to fix that than showing him you didn't." He nods as he hops onto his mess of a bed and holds out his arms. "Now get down here."

Sakusa makes a face as he looks at the crumbs and wrinkled sheets even as he starts moving forward before Atsumu's eyes widen and he sits back up.

"Shit! Wait! I forgot 'bout the germ thing! Hold on!" Atsumu curses as he jumps back up to strip the bed.

Sakusa visibly relaxes before flinching. "No, I should-"

"I'm an alpha too, Omi-Omi." Atsumu cuts him off. "Let me take care a' ya too."

Sakusa frowns but still relaxes as he drenches whatever is handed to him in his scent as his contribution. "Sorry…"

"Don't be." Atsumu shrugs. "Ya can't help it an' seem ta have gotten better about it at least."

Sakusa still hates it but doesn't have to hesitate this time when he's pulled into the bed for Atsumu to lay on top of him and soak in his presence and scent. "I meant about everything."

"We'll work it out later." Atsumu sighs as he melts against who should have been his alpha years ago. "Right now, I just want ta be with ya. I missed ya."

"I missed you too." Sakusa sighs, basking in Atsumu's scent in turn and finally realizing how anxious his alpha had been when it relaxes for the first time in probably years. "So much."

"Don't ever leave me again." The setter mumbles as mahogany starts joining the mix to lull him into a calm he hasn't felt in years.

Sakusa holds Atsumu tighter as he growls into blonde hair. "Never again, 'Tsumu. Never again."

If they miss the next day of practice and return with mating bites, well, at least they're not fighting anymore.

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