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Rebooting Game: I Love You

Chapter III.

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It had officially been a week since the twitter thread incident and his signing to MSBY, it had also been a week since he had Sakusa had become co-workers. It hadn’t been much different from normal, they weren’t supposed to go to training until the season officially started which was in a month. 

He was currently preparing to stream Three Ways to Survive a Ruined World. It had been a week of streaming this game nonstop and he was still at level eleven out of fifty-one with the additional forty-nine that was speculated in a twitter thread.

Starting stream and booting up the game, he watched his computer light up from the viewers flooding in. The screen illuminated from the sheer amount of messages in his chat. Atsumu got the same feeling he always did when he streamed– accomplishment.

“Heya everyone, welcome back to ‘another stream! I’ma be playing y’alls favorite game today!” Atsumu exclaimed. His table was filled with snacks and water as this stream would be roughly six hours, if not longer. Atsumu always hosted long streams once a week. Anymore and I would die from back pain and not enough sleep , he thought.

His mods, Sunarin and Kita were his highschool friends and oldest mods from his early streams. Atsumu realized that they had already come online and were now supervising the chat. 

Atsumu loved his fans, but sometimes they said the craziest things. Looking back to a month ago, one of his fans had said they dreamt of drinking Atsumu’s bath water. That promptly got the chatter timed out for a day.

“Shit. this games so fuckin’ hard,” Atsumu groaned. How the fuck did I die for the fifth time in the past ten minutes, Atsumu thought. It was now three hours into the stream with the slow progression of two levels so far. Atsumu’s chatters loved clowning him whenever he messed up, which was always. 

But suddenly, a mirage of comments flooded his chat. One specific comment caught his attention. He figured it was Oikawa, as Oikawa sometimes tuned into his streams to clown him, but no. 

His body went absolutely rigid. It was his rival, the one person he despised. Sakusa Kiyoomi. What the fuck was he doing in Atsumu’s stream? His eyes darted from the game to the chat, trying to find what Sakusa had said–until he found it.

This fucking prick, Atsumu mused. “What’s up, Omi-san? It’s weird seeing ya in my chat y’know?” Atsumu cheekily said. The nickname had just rolled off his tongue, mainly to annoy Sakusa but partially to see his reaction. It took a few minutes before the next chat came in.

Atsumu simply chuckled, “Are ya sure Omi-san? I think ya like it? Hm?” He teased. Atsumu just now realized what Sakusa was saying, he wanted Atsumu to go right. Well it can’t hurt, after all I’ve literally died every time I went left. Atsumu thought. 

So, he went through the right cave, and what happened? Atsumu didn’t die. He rolled his eyes at the success. Sure– he was happy he didn’t die, but it didn’t make it any better for his ego that Sakusa had helped him.

He figured it would be better not to comment on it, simply deciding to hum instead while continuing his quest to get to level twelve. He hadn’t realized he was humming, he just did it subconsciously as he progressed through the game. Some people in the comments realized what song he was humming and promptly told the rest of the chat.

Atsumu glanced at the chat, reading over some of the comments. What? Street by Street was Sakusa’s favorite song? How would I know that? Atsumu hadn’t even realized he was humming the song in the first place? It was a physiological thing and how would he even know it was Sakusa’s favorite, they weren’t close, let alone even friends!

Atsumu glared at the chat, which only gave them a green signal to continue. Shit that was a stupid fucking mistake of me. Atsumu knew he shouldn’t have hummed even if he hadn’t noticed he was humming in the first place. He knew he should’ve fixed that habit of his ever since getting told off by Osamu when they were kids.

But he hadn’t– and look at where that made him end up. Atsumu knew there was probably many ship threads, tweets and edits of him and Sakusa fucking Kiyoomi being made right now. First he had to work with him, and now this? For fucks sake they were not ‘boyfriend coded.’ THEY WEREN’T EVEN FRIENDS? 

Atsumu could feel a headache starting to form from the amount of stress Sakusa had always seemed to unintentionally cause him. Atsumu decides it would be best if he cleared up some things before he went trending on twitter for all the wrong reasons. “Oh, I didn’t know Sakusa liked this song, you learn new things everyday y’know?” He spoke, plastering on a fake smile that reeked of desperation.

He knew he couldn’t salvage this anymore and just ignoring it would be the best choice in this situation. So that's exactly what he did, “I’ll be ending the stream a bit early everyone, I’ll make up for it later on though!” He chirped. Clicking the end stream button he let it all crash down on him. Finally realizing the events that have been happening these last few days.

Firstly , he signed with MSBY–which was amazing! Not so amazing was having Sakusa as a co-worker. Secondly , Sakusa had helped him in a game–what??? Thirdly , there were dating rumors going on between them. Which of course–would never happen.

Atsumu vowed to himself that he wouldn’t get close to Sakusa Kiyoomi after the incident. Never again, he had promised. So he would stick to it, one thing about Atsumu is that he’s stubborn to hell and back. Atsumu knew this about himself, he considered it one of his beige flags, much to the dismay of his twin who called it a red flag. Atsumu had ignored him, as usual.

As soon as he clicked on twitter, he was met with the sight of many notifications, which was NEVER a good sign– at least for Atsumu. “Cause I’m cool with you~” Suddenly his ringtone, his favorite New Jeans song, started playing out of nowhere, singing he had a call incoming.

Incoming Call From: Kawaa <3

Accept    or   Decline 

Atsumu sighed before pressing the accept button, knowing Oikawa would have his head if he clicked decline. Before he could utter a word, he was met with screaming. “ATSUMU! Are you fucking kidding me? Are you dating your enemy? What the fuck! You never told me.” Oikawa’s voice yelled through the phone.

Atsumu sighed before thinking of what he was going to say, his stomach already churning at the thought of dating Sakusa fucking Kiyoomi. “Kawa, I promise I’m not datin’ him. It’s just a rumor, I would never date a prick like him,” Atsumu said.

Oikawa just huffed through the phone, “Are you sure? Because you're going viral on twitter for dating the guy. All these fucking ‘They’re so boyfriend material’ crappy fan edits are popping up on my socials.”

Atsumu felt his blood boil at that, “Yes Kawa, I’m sure I’m not datin’ him. I’d know if I was y’know? Which obvi–would never happen in a million years.”

“ Ugh fine. I believe you, If you were actually dating and you didn’t tell me–I would’ve killed you.” Oikawa threatened over the phone.

“Yeah yeah, I know. How’s things with Iwaizumi though? Is married life tough?” Atsumu swiftly changed the topic off of him.

The topic change prompted a sigh out of Oikawa, “It's whatever, he’s been making me more mad than usual ‘cause he has this new friend at work called ‘Sora’ or something–apparently she’s a foreigner?” Oikawa paused before continuing, “He tells me she’s just friendly but it's obvious she’s flirting with him knowing he’s married and Iwa-chan won’t say anything about it!” He exclaimed.

Atsumu just breathed out a breathy chuckle, “It's not like Iwaizumi is cheating on you, just tell him you're uncomfortable with it and you don’t like it. That man is head over heels for you, you have nothing to worry about ‘Kawa.”

Oikawa let out a loud sigh, “You’re right, I’ll tell him to distance himself or revoke his cuddling privileges, it works everytime y’know?” Oikawa laughs, “Anyways Tsumu, I have to go since Iwa-chan is almost done with dinner, but you keep yourself busy okay? You should really start looking for a boyfriend y’know? I can match you with someone if you’d like!”

Atsumu just groaned, “I’m okay for now ‘Kawa, seriously. I’ll look for a boyfriend maybe later, I need to get my career in a good position right now. You can look for a boyfriend for me–but I make no promises.” 

Oikawa took that answer, not bothering to talk about it more. “Okay! I’ll ask my friend Komori, he mentioned knowing someone who was also looking. I have to go now ‘Tsumu, I’ll talk to you later. Take care of yourself alright?” Oikawa exclaimed cheerfully.

Atsumu just murmured something in an affirmative manner before hanging up. Fuck, talking about relationships with Oikawa was so exhausting sometimes. He really should stop getting into such topics as he was now very sleepy. 

Atsumu threw his phone on the nightstand before belly flopping on his bed with the grace of a dying fish. He just wanted to go into hibernation like a bear already. Hopefully the next day would be better and by the week, this situation would blow over in the wind–leaving nothing left by then.

Atsumu soon fell asleep, god knows he needed it.