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The team sat in his apartment. The mood was solemn. Even Hinata, who usually tried to lighten up the atmosphere, couldn’t. He just sat with his eyes downcast, hugging Kageyama’s arm. It took all his effort not to start crying. It wasn’t just him—everyone in the room looked close to bursting into tears. No one had expected it.
Sakusa was a wreck when he found out that his boyfriend had attempted suicide. He broke down completely. Despite all his germaphobic tendencies, he clutched Atsumu’s bloodied body in the hospital and sobbed. Until now, he hadn’t spoken a word.
It was worse for Bokuto and Akaashi, as they had been the ones to find him in the bathtub—with bloodied bathwater and wrists slit. They were the ones who called the rest of the team.
They had decided to watch old videos of them together—to brighten the mood a little, and maybe see the signs they had missed.
The first video starts...
Meian was recording the team at a bonding event where they went to the beach, which he later handed over to Sakusa. And Sakusa, being Sakusa, only took videos of Atsumu. Initially, the team had laughed their asses off seeing how whipped Sakusa was—but now, they were thankful.
A sweet melody played as the video showed Atsumu standing under the sunset, looking absolutely ethereal. He smiled brightly, calling for Sakusa to join him. The video then cut to the scene inside the hut where they served drinks, showing Atsumu’s blinding smile as he drank his favorite mango shake.
“Omiii, yer no fun! Come on, drink this—it’s amazing! All ya do is eat that stupid mint chocolate ice cream, it tastes like toothpaste!” Atsumu laughed, snatching the camera and recording Sakusa.
“Look at him—how fondly he’s enjoyin’ that disgusting mint chocolate ice cream, yuckkkk!”
Sakusa flicked him on the forehead, and Atsumu whined about how mean he was.
The video cut to both of them sitting on the beach, the waves reaching their legs. Atsumu’s freckles were on full display, and he was smiling oh so brightly. The rest of the clips were of him tripping over and falling on his ass—each one filled with laughter.
Sakusa broke down crying. He missed him so much. He was exactly how he looked in that video—warm, welcoming. He had accepted Sakusa into his life with those warm hands that always fit perfectly with Sakusa’s cold ones.
So why did he do it?
The worst part was that there was no note, no explanation, nothing. Sakusa felt terrible for not noticing what his Atsumu had been going through. It broke him to his core.