Go Home
"Go home."
"But—"
"Go. Home."
"But I'm—ACHOO!—f-fine!"
Kita grabbed his shoulder, his eyes staring directly onto Atsumu's. "Atsumu. Go home."
And so Atsumu begrudgingly obeyed. He could hear Kita scolded Ginjima as he walked out ("Don't praise someone for failing to take care of their health.") He could also hear Osamu and Suna making comments about the incident just now ("Damn, he's frosty." "Yeah, dude. Imma catch a cold from this." Osamu you bastard—).
His grip on his bag tightened; he gritted his teeth in anger.
Atsumu being himself, he stomped out of the gym.
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When he arrived at the changing room, Atsumu closed the door a little bit too forceful and screamed, "What the actual heckin' heck?! Can't he phrase things with lil' more finesse?!"
He inhaled deeply—as much as he could with runny nose.
And then he saw it.
He saw the bag with snacks (pickled plums! Lozenge!) and drink inside, sitting calmly on the bench.
He also read what was written on the card.
He gritted his teeth, again, but this time from a weird mix of awkwardness, annoyance, confusion, surprise, and overwhelming happiness. Unable to hold those emotions much longer, Atsumu finally broke.
"Damn ninjas cutting onions in here!" was what he screamed out loud. Goddangit Kita-san why do you have to be this caring asdfghjkl—was what his mind screamed silently.
Atsumu refused to admit he sobbed a little bit. His runny, reddened nose and puffy eyes were from the damn cold, damn it!
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[end]
Disclaimer: Haikyuu! (c) Furudate Haruichi
The second fic I made for Drabbletober Day 18 (I made 3, and all of them are about sick!Atsumu why am I like this /headdesk). When I read the prompt, my mind instantly thinks of Atsumu. And only KitaAtsu/KitaTsumu, whatever you call this pair. Someone help; this rarepair hell is too deep, I can't find my way out-
Anyway, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy this! Critiques will be greatly appreciated~