wearyourmask (wearyourmask) wrote in winterdale, @ 2021-05-15 09:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: atsumu miya, character: kiyoomi sakusa, fandom: haikyuu!! |
Who: Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya
What: Private practice, inevitable talking and attempted avoidance of said talking
When: May 13th, I guess
Where: Dunwich gym, lockerrooms, maybe more
Rating: Low
Status: In progress
Asking Atsumu to stay behind after practice with him was a fairly logical choice. As much as the blonde could be somewhat annoying, there was no denying he was a good player, and an even better setter. He'd spent a good amount of time discussing Dunwich's setters with Wakatoshi, and it always came back around to learning to sync with the setter you were most likely to play with the most. As much as Sakusa would've hated to admit it, that seemed to be Atsumu for him. Still, he couldn't deny that the more they played together, the more he almost enjoyed it. Atsumu brought a lot of energy to the court, for better or worse.
Though, despite any lingering awkwardness, it felt like spending some time with the other that didn't involve talking too much or curious glances in either direction, Sakusa was starting to feel better about the whole thing. His time being close to Atsumu had felt like a bit of a whirlwind, to put it mildly. Up and down. All around. He still wasn't sure what to make of him, or if he should even take him too seriously, though, he supposed he had no reason not to. Still, it was all better pushed to the back of his mind. Volleyball made sense, and spiking Atsumu's sets made even more sense the more he did it. That was something Sakusa could understand.
Practice felt good, disgusting, but good. He felt gross but in a particularly rewarding sort of way. He earned this much, through hard work and pushing himself to do better. He had to admit, even if he'd really wondered about the choice he'd made in coming here, especially when there were so many of his former rivals, if you could call them that, running around. Playing with Atsumu felt almost as if it were meant to be, in a very not gross way. Atsumu was good, and Sakusa had known he was good since the year before, when they were both freshman. Yet fully playing with him, and not just a few days, it was easy to see why he was considered the best up and coming setter around. He was young and emotional, but he had skills, even Sakusa couldn't deny that. Even with as different as they were, he made Sakusa feel at ease on the court, and strangely at ease even in their dorm. He doubted any other roommate would've been so considerate of his requests.
As Atsumu's arms raised, fingers sending off the ball, Sakusa moved into action. With more practice, he might get to a level of moving before Atsumu. It wasn't something he'd been able to really pull off while on Itachiyama's team. That took way more concentration than your average player put forth and while his team was good, and Sakusa knew he was good, there would always be that lack of complete trust and understanding. He hardly faulted anyone for it, yet even as he ran to jump at the net, he brought his arm through. It could have just been the repetition of the practice, but he never did that. Still, as his feet hit the floor with a soft squeak of his soles against the hardwood, he couldn't help but revel in how good the sting in his hand felt. How right. He hadn't even questioned the spike, just sent it over, years of muscle memory putting it right where he wanted, probably faster than he ever had before.
His hand made a fist, his own subtle way of celebrating a good spike. "Nice set," he said, turning to Atsumu before staring slightly. "Why are you looking at me like that?"