One Day

They sit on the sofa. Atsumu looks at Sakusa for a long while. The man is close to him, their bodies are touched and shoulders are pressed together.

Omi-Omi's place is by his side.

He blinks his eyes. A tender glimmer on his iris. Atsumu couldn't suppress the smile on his cheek. He feels the huge happiness in his chest as the flowers blooming in his mind.

Atsumu puts his arm around Sakusa's waist- the man raises a brow, but in silence- and pulls him closer. And closer. Gently. Until there's no space between them. Until Atsumu is sure Sakusa can feel the heat from his skin.

"What's wrong?" Sakusa asks. His. voice is soft. He is glancing Atsumu's face up, stroking his cheek, brushing the hair from Atsumu's forehead and poking them to the side.

Atsumu shakes his head and gives Sakusa a tiny grin. "Oh, nothing wrong. "

He finds Sakusa's eyes. It's like he's found a crumbling golden apple on the treetop. Glitter of gold. A star dust. A treasure. Later, it falls on the ground, turning into a pomegranate. The cracked peel oozed bright red juice, which is like the blood on his lips. Sweet and sticky.

"What? Don't brush me off. " Sakusa frowns upon.

Atsumu just shrugs. "Nothing. "

He looks at Sakusa again. The he wraps his arms around Sakusa's and kisses on his dry lips. "I mean…it's a secret, " he says with a smile, "don't feel sad, Omi-Omi. But I'll carry you if I need to. "

Sakusa laughs suddenly. He leans closer and kisses the top of his boyfriend's head. "Okay, I'm so glad to hear that- thanks for your generosity. "