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miya atsumu wakes up with a hungry stomach and a bad craving for cereals. this is definitely not something new, nor is it a rare occurrenceㅡnot his fault he has a stomach that’s constantly hungry. so he blinks his bleary eyes awake, casting a glance outside the window positioned across his bunk bed. it’s still very early, he notes. probably only around 7 a.m. whereas the camp usually comes alive at 8. atsumu yawns, stretches his limbs, and finally gets up from his bed.
he figures he could go to the mess hall, eats a bowl of cereal, then goes back to the warmth of his bed to catch some more sleep before any of his brothersㅡhalf brothers?ㅡstarts to annoy him. so that’s exactly what he does. without even bothering to wash his face or change his rumpled sun patterned pyjama, atsumu walks to the mess hall half asleep. as he expected, not that many people are awake yet. which is also why he doesn’t bother fixing his appearance before he goes out of his cabin. no one would care, anyways, and it’s proven as most of the kids who passed him doesn’t even spare him a glance.
it doesn’t take long until atsumu finally reaches his destination. again, the mess hall’s mostly empty. this is good, because it means atsumu can eat in peace. he starts walking to the apollo cabin’s table when he catches a sight of a very familiar someone at the corner of his eye. atsumu stops, turns to look at said someone, and suddenly he finds himself unable to look away.
it’s sakusa kiyoomi. sitting on his own at the hades table, wearing a plain short sleeved black shirt and jeans, his matching black mask covering the lower half of his face. he’s reading a book, atsumu can’t tell what book is it nor does he really care because it’s sakusa kiyoomi and oh my god he looks so good why does he look so good? it’s still so early, omi doesn’t have the right to look that good this early in the morning!
then atsumu looks down, at his rumpled pyjama and shorts, suddenly very well aware of how … messy he looks. not to mention he hasn’t even washed his face. damn it. this is not a part of his plan. had he known omi was gonna be here, atsumu would’ve taken a shower and put on his best outfit. however, before he’s able to turn around and runs back to his cabin, atsumu lifts his eyes only to find omi already staring back at him.
well. there goes his plan.
omi doesn’t do anything, he just stares at him. not a single reaction seen on his face. atsumu tries not to squirm, because miya atsumu does not squirm. he’s always been confident, not one to shy away from someone that catches his eyes. so he straightens up, put on his best smile, and approaches omi.
even when he takes a seat right beside omi, the son of hades still doesn’t move. he keeps on staring at atsumu … judgingly. as if atsumu had done something wrong by simply taking a seat beside him. atsumu musters up all his courage, and says, “hi there, what’cha doin’?”
right after the words left his mouth, atsumu wants so badly to bang his head against the table. what the hell was that?! why did he say that? that was so lame! osamu would never let him live this down if he ever found out about this. he’s panicking and cringing so badly but tries to maintain a calm exterior. like he has meant to say that. like that wasn’t cringy as fuck.
a minute passed, and omi still doesn’t say anything.
atsumu’s smile wavers. the silence that envelopes them now has become awkward. atsumu just wants to sink into a hole, right then and there.
but then, omi crunches his nose.
atsumu forgets about his cringy line because for the love of apollo, omi looks so cute he could just pulls that mask of his off his face and gives him a kiss right on his lips. however, before he can do anything, let alone make that image in his head comes true, omi says something that makes all the blood in his body rushed to his face.
“you drool when you sleep, the trace’s still there on the corner of your lips. ew,”
atsumu’s smile instantly drops. his face is so hot right at that moment, even to the tips of his ears. he has never wanted to vanish off the face of the earth so badly.
“iㅡ uhㅡ it’s ...” atsumu scrubs his mouth with the back of his hand roughly, desperately wishing that the trace of his drool that omi pointed out’s gone now. he avoids eye contact, looking at the table in front of him as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world.
"yes? you’re saying?"
“uh...” he knows he can’t really explain this. because yes, he does drool in his sleep, a fact that osamu or the other sons and daughters of apollo likes to tell him every time they have to wake atsumu up. but he has never really cared about it. until now. until sakusa kiyoomi, his crush, finds out and seems to think it’s disgusting. (which he understands! really. omi hates anything dirty or unclean, after all.)
atsumu’s so embarassed.
he stands up then, eyes looking at the direction of his cabin, not bothering to look at omi who’s still sitting calmly beside him. “i forgot that i have something to do! in my cabin! yes that was what i was trying to tell you, so, uh. bye, omi!”
and atsumu runs. he runs away so fast he doesn’t even notice omi calling for his name. doesn’t notice omi’s hand reaching out to him, as if trying to stop him from leaving.
atsumu doesn’t notice it. because right now, in his head, he just wants to go back to sleep and (preferably) never wakes up.
a lesson he’s learned today, always always wash his face first before he comes out from his cabin.
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(later that morning, when osamu drags him back to the mess hallㅡthis time he has already taken a shower and is in a proper outfitㅡatsumu notices omi still sitting there on his table. however, there are two empty bowls on the table now, and omi looks right at him, pulls his mask down, and mouths 'come here'.
atsumu smiles, brightly, and all traces of the incident of that morning’s erased from his mind.
he ends up eating a bowl of cereal and spending his morning with omi.)