Who: Atsumu & Sakusa What: Bodyswap When: January 3rd Where: Their dorm Status: Ongoing Warnings: PG-13, mention of “junk”, TBD
Winter was upon them. And with the holidays over, Atsumu couldn’t be happier to return to routine. Christmas and New Years were fun, getting to know Komori a little better was a definite plus in his book. Besides, having lots of people around during the holidays distracted him from missing his family at home. While he had Osamu, it was still hard to be away from everyone. This was his first Christmas not sharing it with their mom, so it was bittersweet. Even so, they made their own fun. Mostly eating and chatting the night away with everyone.
New Years had been even better. Atsumu had been begging Osamu to teach him how to make umeboshi the way Sakusa liked it. Perfecting it had been his new mission in life for a little while, so much so his twin was most definitely sick of umeboshi by now. But it’s for Omiiiiii. He had whined and whined until Osamu agreed to help him. Ending the night off with a New Years kiss just about made his entire year.
Three days have passed since New Years. After a small practice game, cooking dinner, and spending the entire night cleaning his section of the dorm again, Atsumu was just about beat. He’d knocked out pretty early, bidding Omi ado at around 9. He hadn’t even tried to message Samu yesterday. With the cell service going down there was no point. Atsumu would wait til morning anyway, when he could log into the network and continue their conversation.
Waking up in a cold sweat, Atsumu rolled over to set off his alarm. Mondays signified the beginning of practice in the early mornings and late evenings, and he’d prefer not to miss his first official one of the season. Especially now since he was a third year, and he had to make a good impression on his underclassmen.
Letting the alarm ring for a few extra seconds, Atsumu then came to the startling realization that this was not the alarm he had set. His was Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake. This alarm was just a standard, comes-with-the-phone alarm that was loud and annoying. In fact, this was Sakusa’s alarm, if he wasn’t mistaken. And Sakusa’s alarm always goes off around 5:45. Atsumu recalled he liked extra time to get ready.
“Did…Omi leave his phone in my room?” Atsumu reached for the phone on the bedside table, his eyes still weary with sleep. He hit snooze, then placed the phone back. “Come on, what’s an extra fifteen minutes of sleep? Maybe he’s tryna get me on his routines again…”
Omi usually wasn’t like that. He let Atsumu have his profound extra fifteen minutes of beauty sleep. That’s the thing with his Omi, particular about certain things but respectful about the rest. He just had a certain way of keeping the dorm clean and sterile, and Atsumu respected that too. Even if Samu constantly yelled in his ear about how much “curly was a weirdo”.
Curly…
Atsumu sat up, rubbing his drowsy eyes. He yawned, stretching out his arms and then rubbed his back. The sudden realization hit him that he needed to go.
Grumbling something about losing his sleep, the setter threw the blankets off and walked to the bathroom. So drowsy and half-asleep, he took notice of the path to the bathroom being very unusual from his standard route, but at this point in the morning he didn’t care. He tiptoed across the hallway and closed and locked the door to the bathroom.
“Hey, Omi.” Atsumu greeted his reflection in the mirror as he walked to the toilet.
He paused.
Atsumu took a few steps back.
“Oh this…is bad.” He bit back a scream, turning it into a startled yelp as his hands covered his mouth. The voice that had come out of him just now hitting. His accent had transferred, and the sound was a higher pitch than what Omi usually spoke at. Still, it wasn’t his.
Atsumu took the moment to inspect himself. The curly black hair that fell about halfway down his forehead. The two beauty marks above his left eye. The sculpted jaw, clear skin, and beautiful deep ebony eyes. The flexibility in his wrists. He’d noticed these features before, but he never thought…
Magic? Again? And they had such a good streak of not having anything happen too.
“Holy shit…I’m…” Atsumu slapped a hand back over his mouth again. The expression he was making was one to never cross Sakusa Kiyoomi’s face. Fear, excitement, apprehension, all rolled into one. At the same time, he gulped, the sensation of still needing to pee very fresh in his mind. Omi was beautiful, but getting to stare without being told off. He leaned closer to the mirror, playing with the cute little curls only Sakusa had. More with curiosity than anything else.
I shouldn’t. I need to. It’s a bodily function. He argued with himself internally. Fuck, Omi, I don’t want to without askin’ first. But at the same time I’ll never hear the end of it if I…
Atsumu sat, his dignity flushing down the toilet along with it.
Once he had washed his hands for a full two minutes, he used Sakusa’s towel to wipe his hands and headed toward his own room. The door was cracked just as he left it.
The setter tiptoed in, and skillfully turned off his own alarm before it could blast and wake his sleeping boyfriend up. Who, from his time knowing him, would not find the alarm as amusing as Atsumu did. No one needs to know.
Out of body experience seeing his own body fast asleep like that. He gulped again, hugging himself…Omi, hugging himself, in Omi’s body. Yep. That’s…exactly what was happening right now. This is so weird. Not that he didn’t like Omi’s body. There were people who were attractive and handsome, but Sakusa Kiyoomi was in a whole different league. But when Atsumu talked about going inside of Omi or vice versa this wasn’t what he had in mind.
“Omi…” Atsumu played with his, well, Sakusa’s? Hair. Trying to get him to shake awake. He went to a gentle shoulder nudge. “Hey, it’s me. Don’t…don’t freak out.”