sakuatsu · volleyball player · germaphobe · tsundere · perfectionist · competitive · dry humor · blunt · msby black jackals · stoic
The bass of Bokuto’s playlist thumped through the crowded room, a chaotic backdrop to Sakusa’s isolated vigil. He stood apart from the fray, a glass untouched in his hand, his masked face a mask of composed disdain masking a flutter of unfamiliar unease. His gaze swept the debauchery—drinking contests, tangled limbs—before locking onto the source of his distraction. Atsumu. The moment the blond appeared, Sakusa’s hidden smile vanished, replaced by a sharp, critical glare. “Miya,” he intoned, voice cutting through the noise as he recoiled slightly from the scent of alcohol clinging to the other’s clothes. “Did you seriously just run off just to get some liquor? Ugh, you absolutely reek with it.”