#SakuAtsu / #AtsuHina / #OsaHina
An angst for @l0rrain3_
TW: Death, Blood
Tags: Yandere, Dark, Possessiveness, this isnât a happy ending.
An angst for @l0rrain3_
TW: Death, Blood
Tags: Yandere, Dark, Possessiveness, this isnât a happy ending.
âSo, this is it?â Omi wouldnât look at him. He refused to look at the man breaking his heart in two.
âShouyou is coming back,â Atsumu exhaled softly, âYa know I never stopped loving him. Ya knew I would never reciprocate yer feelings , Omi.â
He knew, but he had hoped-
âShouyou is coming back,â Atsumu exhaled softly, âYa know I never stopped loving him. Ya knew I would never reciprocate yer feelings , Omi.â
He knew, but he had hoped-
âWhen ya approached me, I told ya from the beginning it was just,â Atsumu paused, âIt was just sex.â
He knew that too. He twisted his hands in his lap, holding back the panic bubbling up to the surface. He couldnât lost control in front of Atsumu, /not his Atsumu./
He knew that too. He twisted his hands in his lap, holding back the panic bubbling up to the surface. He couldnât lost control in front of Atsumu, /not his Atsumu./
âI hope it goes well,â Omiâs voice came out as a croak, âPlease see yourself out.â
âOmi, Iâm sor-â
âI donât want your fucking apologies Atsumu.â /I only ever wanted you./
âRight,â Omi knew that defeated tone, âIâll see you at practice.â
They both knew Omi wouldnât attend.
âOmi, Iâm sor-â
âI donât want your fucking apologies Atsumu.â /I only ever wanted you./
âRight,â Omi knew that defeated tone, âIâll see you at practice.â
They both knew Omi wouldnât attend.
âHowâs it feel to be playing with your old team again?â
Omi sipped on his beer in the corner, not bothering to join the conversation. 6 weeks since his return, Hinata was /still/ the centerpiece.
âItâs great, I just wish Omi would talk to me.â /Iâve been avoiding you./
Omi sipped on his beer in the corner, not bothering to join the conversation. 6 weeks since his return, Hinata was /still/ the centerpiece.
âItâs great, I just wish Omi would talk to me.â /Iâve been avoiding you./
After his fourth beer, Omi ventured to the bathroom to relieve himself. Only to be cornered by an intoxicated tangerine-haired man.
âOmi,â Hinata slumped against the wall, âWhy wonât ya talk tâme?â /My boyfriend broke up with me to be with you. And you arenât even together./
âOmi,â Hinata slumped against the wall, âWhy wonât ya talk tâme?â /My boyfriend broke up with me to be with you. And you arenât even together./
âOmi,â Hinata traced a finger up his chest and pulled at his mask, uncovering his face, âYouâre so pretty.â
And then Hinataâs tongue was in his mouth, molten hands trailed up under his shirt, and Omi found himself kissing the man back.
Atsumu /was/ watching after all.
And then Hinataâs tongue was in his mouth, molten hands trailed up under his shirt, and Omi found himself kissing the man back.
Atsumu /was/ watching after all.
When he woke with Hinata in his bed, a smug smile stretched across his face. This was how he got Atsumu to come crawling back.
He slid out of bed to grab his phone from his jeans.
He snapped a picture of Hinataâs back, *Peaceful mornings* the orange hair would be enough. Post
He slid out of bed to grab his phone from his jeans.
He snapped a picture of Hinataâs back, *Peaceful mornings* the orange hair would be enough. Post
The message came in 5 minutes later, âDid U really.. w Shou?â
He sat down on the bed and looked at Hinata, âNone of your concern.â
He didnât bother looking at the messages that came piling in. The only one that mattered had seen it.
âNnngh, Omi?â Hinata looked up at him.
He sat down on the bed and looked at Hinata, âNone of your concern.â
He didnât bother looking at the messages that came piling in. The only one that mattered had seen it.
âNnngh, Omi?â Hinata looked up at him.
Omi, once upon a time, had found Hinata to be beautiful. But now, he looked at the messy hair, the droopy eyes, he hated the bastard for stealing Atsumu.
âHi, baby,â He pressed a kiss to his cheek, âSleep well?â
âMhm,â Hinata yawned, âSleep more?â
âSure.â
âHi, baby,â He pressed a kiss to his cheek, âSleep well?â
âMhm,â Hinata yawned, âSleep more?â
âSure.â
Months went by and he was still fucking Hinataâs brains out, keeping him on a tight leash. Away from Atsumu.
He was getting to watch the man he loved break in two every time he dipped Hinata into a kiss. A kiss that left nothing but bitterness in his mouth. /He wasnât Atsumu./
He was getting to watch the man he loved break in two every time he dipped Hinata into a kiss. A kiss that left nothing but bitterness in his mouth. /He wasnât Atsumu./
And then, Omi let his guard down. He thought Hinata was obedient.
He had found them in a storage room, locked in a heated kiss. He hid behind one of the folded mats and listened to soft words of love whispered by Atsumu.
He clenched his fists, /He had never said those things/
He had found them in a storage room, locked in a heated kiss. He hid behind one of the folded mats and listened to soft words of love whispered by Atsumu.
He clenched his fists, /He had never said those things/
Omi took a long pull from his whisky bottle and stared at the ceiling. Hinata had dumped him too. For Atsumu.
He started mindlessly swiping through pictures until he landed on one of Atsumu and Hinata.
âThe love of my life.â
The whisky bottle shattered with a bang.
He started mindlessly swiping through pictures until he landed on one of Atsumu and Hinata.
âThe love of my life.â
The whisky bottle shattered with a bang.
âOmi-Omi, are you okay?â
Omi looked up from the bench, squinting at the owl, âFine.â
âYou smell like alcohol,â Bokutoâs voice was low, âMaybe you should go h-â
âFuck off, you owl faced fuck,â He took a drink from his whisky filled water bottle.
Omi looked up from the bench, squinting at the owl, âFine.â
âYou smell like alcohol,â Bokutoâs voice was low, âMaybe you should go h-â
âFuck off, you owl faced fuck,â He took a drink from his whisky filled water bottle.
He wasnât spiraling.
He undid the latch and peered inside the empty apartment.
He wasnât acting out of sorts.
The crack of the bat against the pictures and plants on the table was orgasmic.
He wasnât crazy.
Atsumu and Hinataâs pictures lay shattered on the floor.
He undid the latch and peered inside the empty apartment.
He wasnât acting out of sorts.
The crack of the bat against the pictures and plants on the table was orgasmic.
He wasnât crazy.
Atsumu and Hinataâs pictures lay shattered on the floor.
âItâs the third time,â Atsumu clutched the water bottle, âWeâre looking for a new apartment.â
âDo they steal anything?â Omi chugged the water bottle, youâd think it was water the way he downed the brown liquor.
âNo, they trash it and leave.â
Omi didnât need to take anything.
âDo they steal anything?â Omi chugged the water bottle, youâd think it was water the way he downed the brown liquor.
âNo, they trash it and leave.â
Omi didnât need to take anything.
âYa arenât playing yer best,â Atsumu clicked his tongue, âGo sit out until ya get yer act together.â
âFuck you, Miya,â He was getting benched during a game. He never got benched.
âI donât know whatâs going on, but donât bring it on the court.â
/You shouldâve stayed with me./
âFuck you, Miya,â He was getting benched during a game. He never got benched.
âI donât know whatâs going on, but donât bring it on the court.â
/You shouldâve stayed with me./
Omi pulled his hood over his face and walked up to the apartment, bat carefully hidden.
He keyed in the code and walked through the door. Empty.
ââTsumu?â A sleepy voice called from the bedroom. A bedroom he used to spend nights in. A bedroom he shouldâve been in.
He keyed in the code and walked through the door. Empty.
ââTsumu?â A sleepy voice called from the bedroom. A bedroom he used to spend nights in. A bedroom he shouldâve been in.
Omi wasnât a drunk.
Flesh and bones felt different under the bat.
Omi wasnât losing control.
Blood was /really/ warm.
Omi wasnât a killer.
Hinata lay on the floor. Shattered.
âHe should have stayed with me.â
Flesh and bones felt different under the bat.
Omi wasnât losing control.
Blood was /really/ warm.
Omi wasnât a killer.
Hinata lay on the floor. Shattered.
âHe should have stayed with me.â
Atsumu couldnât be consoled, though he tried. Showing up at his brotherâs condo with gifts and food.
âIâm sorry, heâs still not seeing anyone,â Osamu leaned against the door.
âItâs fine,â Omi handed him the fatty tuna, âAs long as heâs eating.â
Osamu dumped it in the trash.
âIâm sorry, heâs still not seeing anyone,â Osamu leaned against the door.
âItâs fine,â Omi handed him the fatty tuna, âAs long as heâs eating.â
Osamu dumped it in the trash.
It was months before Atsumu showed his face in the gym again. Months before Omi could see just how broken Atsumu had become.
A small part of him smiled, /he could patch Atsumu back together./
âAtsumu-â
âI donât know how. But I know you had something to do with this.â
A small part of him smiled, /he could patch Atsumu back together./
âAtsumu-â
âI donât know how. But I know you had something to do with this.â
Omi had been startled. No one had suspected him. He went to Hinataâs funeral. Watched everyone else cry at the gravesite. Said a few words at his life celebration.
They chalked it up to the ransackers. And now, Atsumu was speaking quietly to Foster, pointing at him.
They chalked it up to the ransackers. And now, Atsumu was speaking quietly to Foster, pointing at him.
He had been out under probation. âA formality,â Foster had explained. Atsumu was taking a restraining order out on him.
Omi could see him other ways. He looked around the corner and found Atsumu walking down the dark street. He was on his way home from practice.
Omi could see him other ways. He looked around the corner and found Atsumu walking down the dark street. He was on his way home from practice.
âAtsumu?â He was gentle. He just wanted to talk.
Pure terror streaked Atsumuâs face, âNo, no! Go away!â
Omi sighed, /it wasnât supposed to be like this./
Shoving a knife through someoneâs rib cage was harder than Omi had imagined. Atsumu gurgled from his punctured lung.
Pure terror streaked Atsumuâs face, âNo, no! Go away!â
Omi sighed, /it wasnât supposed to be like this./
Shoving a knife through someoneâs rib cage was harder than Omi had imagined. Atsumu gurgled from his punctured lung.
Omi looked at the shattered Atsumu on the sidewalk.
âYou shouldâve stayed with me.â
Atsumuâs eyes widened, whatever words are on his lips were sputtered with drops of blood.
âNow no one else can have you.â
-Fin
âYou shouldâve stayed with me.â
Atsumuâs eyes widened, whatever words are on his lips were sputtered with drops of blood.
âNow no one else can have you.â
-Fin