Sakusa was getting mad. He was stuck with Atsumu in this stupid chemistry project. Atsumu was a fuckboy, he was beautiful but his personality was absolute trash. With his smirk and unbothered demeanour, his blond locks and pouty lips. His honey eyes that stared into your soul and those thick lashes. This greek god body of his. It would be perfect if he helped, but he was in his phone for the past 10 minutes. It’s time to put this boy in his place, right?

“Stop texting your whores, Atsumu.”