i want a girlfriend! miya atsumu

high maintenance

**i would just like to ask for people not to
comment anything mean towards suzume
and especially sakusa—it's raw emotion
that's been bottled up for the two and it's
not fair to ridicule either characters for
the way they react when clearly they
haven't been communicating (so obviously
they don't know what the other is feeling).

yes it's not healthy and no i'm not promoting
this kind of exchange—but for the people who
always take things to far (like the ones who
had so much to say about ahth!osamu),, just
don't say anything please. it's tiring to see
people act like they are the literal gods of
relationship and are the be all end all.

___

thursday, february 4th

20:21

after umetsu had left, sakusa went back to
his room to continue working—not on their
project but other assignments for his other
classes.

he figured that taking time off of the bigger
project would help him relax a bit more but
instead his frustration built up as nothing
was making sense.

sakusa's mind was a mess, like a cluttered
home, and he didn't know where to start
cleaning. it was overwhelming and he wanted
a space to just relax—to find even just a little
room for comfort—but nothing was helping.

sakusa kiyoomi
"fuck."

he let out a sigh and propped his elbows on
top of his desk, bringing his head into his
hands and running his fingers through his
hair.

oh what he'd give for suzume to show up
and dote on him, massage his scalp and
ramble about something she liked to calm
him down—but he remembered what atsumu
had said about him and he told himself that
he can handle things on his own.

that he should handle things on his own.

sakusa stayed like this for a while, staring
at his desk and trying to mimic the gentle
feeling that suzume would be able to give
to him and all that did was build his
frustration.

???
"kiyo?"

sakusa shot up, a voice he wasn't able to
register interrupting his thoughts.

he turned to the door and it opened, a tuft
of cream coloured hair first peaking through
his door before he saw his girlfriend's shy
expression.

he got up and stood by his desk, facing her
as his heart races against his chest.

"suzume."

she nodded slowly, slipping herself in and
standing with her back against the door. she
held her totebag to her chest along with her
scarf and toque.

sakusa didn't know why he felt angry seeing
her like that—as if she felt she didn't belong
in his room—and he didn't mean for his tone
to be harsher than normal when he spoke.