flop!
Sakusa has been edgy on his seat since this morning, right after sending out a text that reads Are you down for a quick run to the store tomorrow?
This is one of the notably few times he texted you. He doesn’t usually start a personal conversation with you, which is the very reason that speaks for his current demeanour.
And that is why he quickly sends out another message to make it sounds not-that-personal.
My duffle bag is torn, gotta get a new one before the upcoming tournament.
The waiting for your response is agonising, to say the least, at how he repeats himself every five minutes.
Pick up — check — put down — walk away — come back and da capo.
The morning news that he always pays attention to, has now become a faint background noise in the living space.
The conversation history that sits above his very latest message is about three weeks ago, when you checked on him the night before the big day of the last tournament. The worst part of the whole conversation is that he left you on read.
He can’t believe he actually did that, or that he may actually develop feelings for you. He needs a verification on when, where, why and how it happened.
It is on his top-priority and it has to be done by tomorrow.
He startles when his phone chimes. A new text comes in, but it’s from Miya Atsumu.
Omi omi, we are down for the run tomorrow and see you at 11!
Sakusa pushes his face into the pillow that he’s been hugging and lets out a frustrating groan.