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Atsumu walked slower than kiyoomi, taking in the person in front of him. he analysed the broad shoulders and the way kiyoomi walked with his hands in his pockets making himself as small as he could. he watched as he dodged every person walking near him as though their touch would burn
“Are ya afraid of people or somethin?”
Kiyoomi turned around. It felt like slow motion. One thing people may not know about Atsumu is that he is a massive romance drama nerd he’s watched every romance there is from the most popular like true beauty to some lesser known ones like semantic error.
All of his knowledge on cliche troupes made this moment even more confusing. Of all people to imagine as a love interest, Sakusa Kiyoomi isn’t the most appealing option
So why, when Kiyoomi turned around and his long eyelashes fluttered under the sun, his hair fell slightly over those small moles, why did that make atsumu’s heart skip a beat?
he resisted the urge to slap himself in the face, not because it would hurt but because he would look like a fucking idiot
speaking of being a fucking idiot, he hadn’t heard a word Kiyoomi had said to him.
“You zone out a lot, do u know that?”
“How would you even know? you just stand in a corner ignoring everyone”
it was just irresistible to insult Kiyoomi sometimes
“I’m watching you most of the time”
the fuck. don’t say that Kiyoomi It’s not helping with the whole ignoring his heart thing
“oh okay um, should we buy yer clothes now or whatever”
he rubbed the back of his neck still taken aback by the bluntness of his teammate
The two men walked around for a while looking at clothes, Kiyoomis taste was very different than atsumus. He veered towards dark clothes that looked like something a damn mafia boss would wear, he used the excuse that it would make people stay away from him. Atsumu couldn’t argue with that.
The awkwardness cleared replaced with something else, was it fighting? joking? maybe even friendly banter but whatever it was it made Atsumu so damn happy.
They arrived at the last shop, Atsumu still laughing so hard he almost cried. He stumbled into the shop clutching his stomach trying to stop laughing. Kiyoomi beside him wasn’t laughing but there was definitely a small smile that wasn’t there before
as they walking Atsumu caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he had his hood up covering the part of his hair that was blonde, and in his smile.. god… that was ‘Samu’s smile.
He stared at his reflection, and watched as the smile fell.
“no.. no! come back please”
Kiyoomi ran towards him.
“hey hey what’s wrong?”
“He was there he- he won’t come back. I- need him he can’t leave me Omi. he can’t fucking leave me please”
Realisation dawned on Kiyoomi as he guided atsumu out of the shop he kept his grip on atsumus shoulder tight and he steered him toward a bench
Atsumu sat sobbing as Kiyoomi talked on the phone, he tried to calm himself down. it wasn’t Samu, it was just his reflection. but why? why was the smile so similar?
After a few minutes passed a taxi pulled up in front of him. Kiyoomi pulled him up and helped him into the backseat of the taxi.
Atsumu felt as though he was floating watching himself in 3rd person, he heard briefly where Kiyoomi told the driver to go. it wasn’t Atsumus adress.