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#instead of using haikyuu as a coping mechanism for my impending FAILURE
sutaro-min · 1 year
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badlywrittenfics pt. 6 [like the dead.]
warnings. just the msby four + yn being silly with each other
"dearly beloved, we are gathered here today-"
"atsumu, you idiot they only say 'dearly beloved' at weddings" you whisper yell.
"wait what? really? then what am I supposed to say at a funeral?"
"I don't know but hurry up and figure it out. or else you're fired."
"guys stop making so much noise you're going to wake him up!" bokuto says, waving his hands wildly in a gesture to the man in front of you.
for it is none other than Sakusa Kiyoomi, lying asleep, flat on his back with his arms crossed. You all had received quite the fright to walk into the MSBY dorm earlier, making quite the ruckus mind you, only to find a sleeping Sakusa on the sofa. The man was completely laid down flat, sans pillow like a psychopath, and so closely resembled something of a haughty cadaver. This scene instantly shut up the rowdy group, as each one of you had at least once been on the receiving end of a vicious Sakusa who's nap had been interrupted. There was an unspoken agreement for the four of you to quietly retrace your steps back out of the dorm to find some other place to play and lounge, when
"I still find it so weird how Sakusa sleeps like a dead person." Hinata shuddered, as he reached to close the door behind you all.
Bokuto stopped dead in his tracks, a slight crease starting to form between his eyebrows. "Wait a minute- that is so true! I never realized that until now..."
and the next thing you know, four innocent curious beings had scurried back into the dorm, circling around a certain dead sleeping man to get a better look like a pack of vultures. At this point, an unnamed piss haired fellow had brought up the fact that despite being deep into a REM cycle, their dear omi-omi still managed to look so stressed. "I hope that in his next life or the afterlife he will be able to find true peace in his heart."
"wow atsumu, you sound like you're giving a eulogy." you snorted.
it was at that comment that an idea was sparked. And, as one thing always leads to another...
“Okay whatever guys just shut up and let me continue,” Atsumu yell-whispered, “dearly beloved we are gathered here today to celebrate— I mean mourn the loss of our precious Omi-Omi. Let us have a moment of silence.”
You all solemnly bowed your heads, only to freeze in shock as a pair of dark, dead eyes made slow eye contact with each one of you.
“What is going on here?”
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