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Atsumu wakes up the next day with a hell of a headache, and without any idea about what happened yesterday.
He sits up in bed and looks at the corner table in his room, where he finds his cellphone charging, a glass of water, some pills and a piece of paper. Strange, he wondered who left this?
Atsumu stretches to take the medicine, and also picks up the paper and reads it. It is indeed a very bad calligraphy.
"Hi Atsumu, you probably don't remember shit about last night, but just know that I took you home and left you there in your bed, and then I left. Take your medicine and rest.
Sakusa Kiyoomi"
“What the fuck happened yesterday?” Atsumu says aloud. Then he gets up, ignores his dizziness and goes towards his living room. And why did Kiyoomi called him Atsumu? He is unable to decipher.
When he arrives, he finds his brother sitting on the couch, as if waiting for the other to wake up.
“Tsumu, are you feeling better? Did you sleep well? Do you want something to eat?” As much as he asks all these bunch of questions, his voice is as calm as always.
“Samu, what happened yesterday? I don't remember anything.”
“Wow, so you really drank a fucking lot, Tsumu. Let's go to the kitchen, I'll make you some coffee, and explain all this shit.”
...
“Holy shit, now that you said it, I remember everything. My God, what a mess.”
“No, what I told you is only up to the part where you threw up.”
Atsumu releases the slice of bread and opens his mouth, incredulous.
“There’s– there’s more?”
“How do you think you got here? Wake up, Tsumu." Osamu looks very tired, and Atsumu feels slightly bad, just slightly. “Sakusa apparently drove you home in his car, and then dropped you off here, but before he left, he called Rin and told him that you were very drunk and that you had thrown up on Sakusa's shoes.
“Wait, I threw up on his shoes ?”
- Yeah. I think Sakusa got Rin's phone number from his cousin, and well, as soon as Rin knew, he told me. And I came here. Honestly, it was pretty disgusting, you threw up a couple of times last night, but I doubt you remember.”
Atsumu spends a whole minute chewing his toast in silence, but after he finishes, he speaks again.
“Yeah, I only remember until I threw up on Omi-kun. By the way, where is he?”
“I don't know, I just thanked him and went to take care of my crappy brother. Today is Sunday, does he work?”
“I have no idea, it's not every Sunday that he works. But it's worth a try, isn't it?”
“Why are you asking me? He is your little boyfriend, not mine," Osamu answers, shrugging his shoulders.
“You're right, I'll go to the café and look for him. After all that happened yesterday, I'm the one who has to do something now.”
Atsumu gets up quickly, looks at his own clothes, the same as yesterday, but with a weird coloration, probably the result of the vomit. He runs to his room, changes real fast, grabs his phone and heads for the exit of his apartment.
But before he does, he stops at the entrance and turns to his brother, who looks at him with the most neutral expression in the whole world.
“Thanks, Samu. For taking care of me yesterday, you really are a good brother.”
Osamu smiles slightly, and nods.
“I know, now go find your barista.”
And nodding back, the blond rushes out of there, to find his barista.
...
As Atsumu approaches the street, he realizes how unprepared he is for this whole situation. What is he going to say? Is he going to apologize for everything that happened yesterday?
It doesn't make much difference, so he just walks down the street, but when he gets to the door of the cat café, he finds it closed. The establishment is not open on Sundays.
Atsumu feels like screaming, crying, kicking something, but doesn't do it, just turns to leave, but ends up bumping into someone.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to–" And he raises his head, but remains static when he realizes who is in front of him.
“It's okay, this time, I’ll let it pass," Sakusa Kiyoomi jokes, with a ghost of a smile on his lips, but his eyes do not quite have the same feeling, they are deep and there are dark circles under his eyes. Once again, the blond blames himself for this.
“I just got here, but the door isn't open, so I just thought you wouldn’t open today," Atsumu's voice is a little lower than usual.
“We will open, but not until 12:00, which is ten minutes from now. What are you doing here?” Sakusa asks, as he walks to the door and opens it. “Come in, it's very hot out here.”
“I came for you, I mean, to talk to you," The blond says, entering the cafe, but doesn’t dare to sit somewhere, he’s afraid once he does it, he’ll lose all his already lacking courage.
The curly-haired turns on all the lights, puts his bag on the table, and takes out his apron and kitten tiara from inside it. But before he puts them on, he turns again to Atsumu, who is still waiting patiently.
“Talk about what exactly?”
“You know what, Omi.”
“No, actually I don't, please enlighten me.”
At this point, Atsumu doesn't know if the other is serious or not, but what can he do? Kiyoomi opened his heart to him yesterday, the least Atsumu can do is the same.
Atsumu takes a deep breath.
“Well, okay, the thing is, the day I met you was really weird, you know, because I was soaking wet from the rain and then I walked into this cat cafe and saw the most beautiful human being in the world, and you know what happened? He didn't even take a glance at me, and that only made you more attractive, but that's another story. And of course I tried to flirt with you or something, but Omi, it's impossible to know if you really wanted to or not, and in the middle of it I was kind of convincing myself that I only saw you as a friend, which was obviously a lie, but I couldn't accept to myself that I was liking a guy who didn't want anything to do with me, or rather, I thought you didn't want anything with me, more than friendship at least. Because, I mean, why would someone like you want something with someone like me, right?”
"But after a conversation, I just realized the truth, and I thought I needed to talk to you about everything, or maybe I just needed to see you, and that clearly went wrong, because when we almost kissed I thought you didn't want to and I used the excuse of the mistake. And well, the rest you know.”
He seems to have said all that in one breath, but still, breathe again and follow the thread.
“I just... I want you to know that I like you very much, romantically, to be clear. In these last months, I've learned to understand you, learned to appreciate your company, which wasn't easy, considering all the cats that stay here. I mean, I have a very strong allergy to cats, so that only made it harder… But my antiallergic pills helped me a fucking lot. Well, the important thing is, I couldn't help myself, Kiyoomi. Living with you and not falling in love with the person you are is impossible, so yes, I feel the same way. I'm sorry for having complicated everything, and I'm sorry for the vomit. Oh, I didn't have to mention the vomit now, sorry Omi.”
A minute passes, but Kiyoomi says nothing, just remains silent, but before Atsumu can add anything else, the dark-haired one cuts the distance between them, and after so long of waiting, they kiss.
It just feels right, everything just seems to be in the right place, balanced, perfect, just because they are together.
There’s months of passion and maybe even love, in this kiss, and Atsumu wants more, Kiyoomi wants it too, but let’s be honest, they’re still in a cat café.
And when they part, all Sakusa says is:
“Well well, I thought I was more in love, but you came here every week, even though you have allergies, just to see me? Guess I have to start trusting my charm more.”
“Wipe that smirk off your face, Omi, you've certainly got a lot more of a crush on me.
And so, they both smile, a true and honest smile, because now they know, especially Atsumu, that he won’t need to fool himself anymore.