SUNDAY

when you woke up the next day, you were on the couch, a pillow under your head, a blanket covering you and with a mouth drier than the sahara desert.  you slowly lift your head and sit upright, furrowing your brows.

what happened last night for you to be here? in this lavish house and your head supported by a satin pillow case?

...oh. 

OH.

OHHHH.

the events of last night sweep through your brain—the endless drinking games, you and atsumu challenging each other and him failing horribly, you going to the toilet and saying some rizzler shit to him, helping him tidy up and falling asleep...on him!

"good morning, y/n," a calm voice came from behind the couch.

you jump, hand on your chest, "g-good morning."

to say you were embarrassed was the biggest understatement of the century. you smile at akaashi in your dishevelled state.

"you're up early," you comment.

"it's two-thirty."

you try to laugh, standing up, "what happened after i knocked out?"

you start folding the blanket that he provided you. it seems like no one else was awake despite it being so late. that's how quiet the house was.

"i also fell asleep on the couch and then, i woke up at like ten. kita and aran went home already. it's only the twins and suna."

"i see," you nod. "we'll get going too, then."

"no," he insists. "i mean, i made breakfast and bokuto and konoha aren't awake yet. we can eat together."

"oh! that's so nice of you."

he sheepishly looks to the ground, "i try."

you laugh, "i'll go wake my boys up and get ready then."

"okay."

running up the stairs, you practically bolted to find atsumu in one of the multiple bedrooms. you'd only been upstairs briefly last night to change into your pjs. atsumu and you silently agreed that you'd share a room together. according to him, he'd take every opportunity he could not to sleep in the same room as osamu.

atsumu is somehow already awake, on his phone.

"you're awake?" you ask.

"good morning to you, too."

you roll your eyes and sit on the bed, "let's go eat downstairs."

"i will throw up if i eat."

"oh, shit. hangover?"

"after last night?" he questions and then, tilts his head at you. "aren't you?"

"i threw it up last night. i just feel a little sick. anyways, let's go downstairs."

he raises an eyebrow, "is akaashi there?"

"...maybe."

atsumu sits upright, "right. i did knock out before and it was just the two of you alone. what the hell happened?"

you can't hide your smile. even if you did, atsumu would've sussed you out for sure and got you to tell the truth. 

so, you tell him about everything that happened last night.

atsumu grins so widely, you swore his whole mouth will fall onto the silky sheets he's under.

"that's so cute." he says.

"i know, it was soooo," atsumu's eyes widen, "romantic. i think i really like akaashi, tsumu."

it was as if all the colour on atsumu's face drained.

"hey," another voice comes from the entrance.

your soul left you.

akaashi walks in, a couple of towels in his hand, "i thought you guys might need towels."

he walks over to you and hands them to you, looking right into your eyes. it's like he's trying to decipher something.

"breakfast is ready, if you guys wanna eat," he says, turning to atsumu.

"yeah, we'll be down. thanks, akaashi," atsumu replies.

"thanks," you also say.

he smiles softly at you before he leaves the room, closing the door behind the two of you,

"did he hear me?!" you yell after a few beats of silence.

"what do ya think?!"

"FUCK ME."

your whole world is over.