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The walk back to the shared MSBY dorms is done in an awkward silence where both parties are aware that something is wrong but neither want to admit it. Atsumu’s frustration is visible in the tense lines of his unsmiling face, meanwhile Sakusa is staring straight ahead. They said dating your teammate is hard but it never felt hard until this moment right now when, after a date, they have to both head home to the same apartment. Atsumu considered bailing and going to Osamu’s for the night but he is itching for a fight and the only one who will give it to him is the man standing right next to him.
They’ve been on six dates since Sakusa confessed after they won the league championships, word vomiting the sweetest confession Atsumu had ever received. He’d let Sakusa know that he wasn’t alone in his feelings.
And so they’d started dating.
And it wasn’t that much different than their lives before.
And maybe that was the problem.
He’s getting ready to swipe his key card to get into the building but Sakusa slams his hand against the door to prevent Atsumu from pulling it open.
“‘the hell is yer problem?” Atsumu snaps, pulling on the door handle but Sakusa leans his full body against it.
“My problem?” Sakusa snaps back, “what the hell is your problem?”
Atsumu takes the bait, knowing that they do actually need to talk about this. He sighs, letting go of the door and says, “Can we at least take this inside? Don’t really wanna talk about it out here on the street.”
Saksusa looks at him appraisingly, “You’re not going to shut the door in my face when we get up there?”
Atsumu huffs a small laugh and smiles slightly as he shakes his head, “Promise I’ll be mature for a whole 5 minutes.”
Pulling back his hand, Sakusa lets Atsumu open the door and let them inside. Atsumu can feel the looks he’s getting from the other man as they walk up the stairs. Once they’re inside their shared space, Atsumu motions for Sakusa to sit down.
And decides that it’s really fucking awkward to date your roommate. They’d been sharing this common space for the past two years, but they each had their own room. The team had thought it would be a disaster, and it had been for the first month and then they’d gotten used to each and the identified the strengths the other brought to the space. Sakusa cleaned, Atsumu cooked. It was a fair trade off that they’d both gotten used to…and then they’d started dating.
“I don’t know what I did and why you’re so mad at me,” Saksua states, apparently ready to fight this out.
Atsumu sits down in the chair across from the couch, unwilling to sit closer for the time being. He looks at Sakusa, reading the honesty in his eyes and realizes that he actually doesn’t know why Atsumu is so mad at him.
“Ya introduced me as yer friend.”
Sakusa blinks.
And blinks again.
And then had the gall to say, “I didn’t think we were officially anything else.”
Atsumu has to choke down his gut reaction to say something cruel back. Sakusa is important to him. Sakusa is important to him. Sakusa is important.
“Well, Sakusa, I thought we might have been partners or boyfriends at this point.”
“You never made that official so how was I supposed to know that?”
Atsumu loses his battle to take the high road and snaps back, “Yer the one who confessed to me, Sakusa.”
He takes pleasure in the slight flinch Sakusa gives at the use of his family name. Good, he hopes it hurts.
“But..”
“But nothing, Sakusa. Here I am thinking that we are fully in this together. That we might just be forever and ya fucking call me yer friend. It hurt to realize that ya weren’t in the same place as I am.”
Sakusa stands and yells, “Stop fucking calling me Sakusa. That’s not what you call me.”
Atsumu reels back, never having seen Sakusa lose it like this.
“Atsumu, I don’t pick up on social cues like you do. I need things spelled out for me and when we saw my friends tonight, I panicked when you didn’t say anything and left it up to me. I’m sorry.”
“Omi, I-”
“No, Atsumu, you listen. I’ve never enjoyed myself as much as I have with you these past few weeks. And I don’t want to lose you.”
“Kiyoomi, I-”
Sakusa turns on him, hands settling on the armrests of the chair, essentially pinning Atsumu underneath him.
“I love you,” Sakusa breathes out in a whisper, as if it cost him everything to get the words out.
“I love you,” Sakusa says more confidently.
“I love you, Miya Atsumu.”
“Hey Kiyoomi?” Atsumu asks, with a small smile on his face, “can ya just ask me to be yer boyfriend so that we don’t have to do this again?”
“Oh shit,” Sakusa replies, leaning in, crowding Atsumu’s space, “Miya Atsumu, wanna be my boyfriend?”
“Duh.”
Sakusa kisses him hard.
Atsumu pulls him down onto his lap so he can thread his fingers through Sakusa’s hair, moaning slightly as Sakusa settles into his lap. They spend the next few minutes making out like teenagers. Atsumu leans back when he needs to catch his breath and grins, saying, “Hey Kiyoomi?”
Sakusa’s pupils are blown wide as a result of their make out session. Atsumu leans in to kiss him again, and then whispers, “I love you too, Sakusa Kiyoomi, who is also my boyfriend.”
“Your forever boyfriend?” Sakusa asks with a smirk.
“I like the sound of that.”