Day 6

Atsumu was drowning in guilt all day Sunday. Surely, he was the creepiest pervert around for thinking sexual things about his friend he was just trying to help. What did that make him if he couldn't even touch his friend's skin in a nonsexual way without getting turned on? A creeper, that's what.

He swore that he wouldn't think any sexual thoughts at all tonight when he was with Sakusa. Not even if the ravenhead had no shirt on and those perfect, amazing 8-pack abs were on display. Wait, what? Shit. No. I will not check out his abs. Or his v-line. I will not look at his biceps, although feeling them is fucking hot. Wait. Ahhhh! I'm such a creep. Stop. Stop. Stop. By the time he arrived at Sakusa's dorm, he was thoroughly disgusted with his pervy self.

Sakusa's Sunday was also spent agonizing over what would happen that night, but for different reasons. He was planning to confess, to tell Atsumu that the person he wanted to touch, the person all of this was for, was him. He had planned it out in his head, more or less. He had to just say it out loud. Piece of cake, right?

Except that when Atsumu showed up at his door, he looked fucking hot and all thoughts instantly flew from Sakusa's head. Atsumu was casually dressed in tight jeans, a fitted black t-shirt and black Chuck Taylors. Both the top and bottom garments hugged his frame, showing off his substantial muscles. Kiyoomi forgot to breathe for a moment and just took in the sight; damn, he had to tell Atsumu tonight because he really wanted to touch him. Really touch him, none of this holding hands bullshit.

He was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice that Atsumu was talking to him. "Er, what?" he said, looking up into the setter's face.

"Are ya okay, Omi-kun? You look like ya don't feel well."

"Oh, sorry. No, I'm fine. Just… I'm fine. Come in." Sakuas opened the door and gestured for his friend to enter. Atsumu unlaced his shoes and placed them by the door alongside Kiyoomi's. Atsumu was desperately trying to avoid looking at the bed, figuring his pervy mind would wander to very bad places, so he sat in the wooden chair at the desk and turned to his friend and slightly away from the bed. It was still in his peripheral vision though. Damn.

"So, I was thinkin'," Atsumu began. "Do ya want to try hugging? That is definitely somethin' ya will want to do if yer datin' someone. We can do it with our shirts on if ya want."

"Okay," agreed Sakusa. "Um, how do you want to do it?" Okay, that sounded really bad. But I don't want to admit that I'm thinking dirty thoughts. I'm going to hope he didn't notice.

"Well," answered Atsumu as he stood up, "I could just come over and give ya a hug. I'll go real slow. And ya can hug back but only if ya want to."

"I … I think I can do that," stuttered Kiyoomi, not at all sure he could do that. That would mean all of Atsumu's body would be close to his, maybe even touching in places besides the back. Maybe his chest would be pressed to mine. Maybe our legs might be touching. Maybe even … Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shut up, idiot. You can do this, Kiyoomi thought to himself, convincing himself not at all. But he couldn't give up now.

Atsumu approached him. In the small room, he only took a few steps before he was face to face with Kiyoomi. They were maybe a half-meter apart when Atsumu stopped and looked up earnestly into the spiker's face.

"Ya gonna be okay? We don't hafta if ya don't want to."

"No, I'm okay," Sakusa said, nodding as if to bolster his courage. Atsumu then closed the distance between them so they were toe to toe. He leaned in a little, wrapping one arm around Kiyoomi near the waist and one higher around his shoulder. He didn't press his whole body, but their chests were touching as he lightly squeezed. He kept his grip loose in case Omi-kun wanted to pull away. His palms were flat against Kiyoomi's back and his head was over one shoulder. He couldn't see Sakusa's face but could sense the tension he was holding in his body.

They stayed like that, not moving, for a minute when Atsumu said, "Yer doing great, Omi-Omi. Really good job." With those words, Atsumu felt Sakusa relax a little, so he continued, "I'm really proud of ya. Yer really doin' it." More relaxing muscles, an exhale and then Kiyoomi was tentatively reaching up his arms to circle around the blonde. He placed his hands on Atsumu's back but didn't squeeze, just left them there touching lightly.

They both stood motionless for a moment and Atsumu again could feel Kiyoomi's muscles relax some more. He experimentally squeezed just a tiny bit more and was pleased that he got no negative reactions. He was contemplating gripping even a little tighter when he felt Sakusa squeeze him just a bit. He smiled with pride, though Sakusa couldn't see him.

"See, Omi-kun. Yer all right. Ya just needed practice." He could feel Sakusa nod and smiled a little more at the cuteness. "Tell me when you've had enough." Okay, that sounded bad, thought Atsumu. Shit. I hope his mind didn't go where mine went.

After several minutes, Atsumu felt Kiyoomi loosening his grip and stepping away. He smiled brightly at his "pupil" and said, "That was really good today!"

Sakusa warmed at the praise. Why did it make him so happy to hear Atsumu thought he was doing a good job?

Now Atsumu was acting like he might leave. He was saying "So, let's see tomorrow we have practice…"

"Wait!" Sakusa said that much more loudly than he planned and it startled Atsumu a bit. He looked at the dark-haired spiker with confusion.

"I wanted to say … I … Will you stay?... I mean, do you want to stay a while?" Okay that was so not what he planned to say but it would buy him some time.

"Er, I guess. What do ya wanna do?"

"Maybe watch a movie?" suggested Sakusa.

"Okay, that's fine with me. I've got all my schoolwork done. Just don't want to stay too late."

"What movie do you want to watch?" asked Sakusa.

"Doesn't matter, you pick one," replied Atsumu. So Sakusa found a movie to stream and then it occurred to them that there was not really anywhere for them to sit so that they could both see the laptop screen. Unless they wanted to sit on the floor for a couple of hours, their other choice was to sit on Sakusa's bed with their backs against the headboard. That wouldn't be too awkward, would it?

"Um, we could sit on my bed and put the laptop between us," ventured Kiyoomi.

"That works," said Atsumu. They were both trying to be cool but the thought of sitting side by side on a bed was freaking both of them out. They managed to get into position [A/N: y'all got dirty minds again. I meant sitting on the bed] and the movie began. While opening credits were still rolling, Sakusa worked up some courage.

"Miya-san, if I was dating someone, we would, er, maybe hold hands when we watched a movie. Can we practice?" Not exactly a confession but he was at least moving in the right direction.

"Sure," answered Miya. [A/N: Morgan Freeman voice: he was not at all sure] As Kiyoomi grabbed his hand and entwined their fingers, Atsumu was suddenly very nervous because his thoughts were far from pure. This felt really nice. Omi-kun's hand was warm and his grasp was firm. Atsumu was getting some tingly feelings in his hand and … elsewhere too. Shit. I'm a fucking pervert, he thought. They stayed like that, holding hands for the movie and before long Atsumu relaxed a little and became engrossed in the movie.

Kiyoomi was not feeling calm at all. He was excited, yes that was the word, to be here holding hands and watching a movie, alone, with his crush. He needed to say the words, but right now he was enjoying the sensation of closeness. He would tell Atsumu when the movie was over, he swore.

But as the movie drew to a close, Sakusa was losing his nerve, but he couldn't wait any more so he sort of blurted out, "There's someone I like."

Miya's head snapped to face him and Kiyoomi swore he saw pain. No, he's getting the wrong idea. I have to fix it. Now.

"That's why I wanted to … do this. Because there's someone. And I want to tell them how I feel and be able to … you know."

Sakusa paused to take a breath, and Atsumu interjected. "That's really great, Omi-kun. I'm so happy for ya. She's one lucky woman."

"No!" Sakusa said with some force, surprising Atsumu. "No, it's not a woman. It's a guy."

"Oh, well, he's one lucky guy then," said Atsumu, not quite meeting Kiyoomi's gaze and starting to stand up. Sakusa panicked a little and grabbed Atsumu by the wrist.

"No, wait." Why was this not going right? he thought, getting more distressed by the second. I am screwing this up again. Atsumu was looking at him with confusion and surprise, causing Kiyoomi to realize that he had just touched Miya without even thinking about it. He was a bit stunned at his own actions and was momentarily unable to speak. He released his hand, worried that Atsumu wouldn't like it, but by the time he looked up to the setter's face, he was turned away and headed toward the door.

"Thanks for the movie, Omi-kun. And yer doing great. I'm really proud of ya. Do ya think you need to practice some more?"

Kiyoomi closed his eyes and took a breath, trying to process what was being said while wondering how he messed this up again.

"Miya-san," he began. Atsumu looked up from near the door where he was putting his shoes on. Sakusa realized his chance for today was probably gone. His spirits deflated.

"Thank you for this."

Atsumu smiled, "Of course. I'm yer friend."

Sakusa nodded unenthusiastically at the word 'friend.' He was tired of being Atsumu's 'friend' but it didn't seem like right now was going to be his chance, damn it. He opened the door for his 'friend' as they made plans to come here again after practice tomorrow.

After Atsumu left, Kiyoomi closed the door behind him and rested his forehead against it, fighting the urge to bang his head senseless.