Sakusa had a disgusted expression on his face as he watched his teammates sweating, lending their stuff to each other, mixing up their germs.
The whole thought of germs made him revolt, but he still tried to focus on them instead of you talking to the other members of the team. He felt a surge of possessiveness but he still kept his stoic expression, his fist tightening in the pockets of his hoodie as he glanced at you a few times.
He felt better when he saw the coach cal them for their punishment laps, them walking away after the conversation you had with them, taking it as his opportunity to have your attention.
"أنت." His body slightly moved to face you as he looked down at you, his mind filled with excuses to be alone with you.
"Accompany me." He simply said without sounding like a question and started walking, taking long strides with his long legs without waiting for you as he went towards the doors to the backyard of the school.
Maybe the vending machine outside of the gym could be the right excuse for why he asked for you to come along. He wasn't sure. Normally he was the guy with a plan. But أنت... أنت Is a year a above him, they've been here for a while now, being the club's manager. Even when he was in his first year of Highschool he had seen you differently than he sees other people. It's odd. You're odd to him.
