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Atsumu Miya loves women, loves kissing them, having sex with them and running from their houses at 3a.m. He likes his life, he has everything figured out. Or at least that what he thought before living with Sakusa Kiyoomi.
Or where Atsumu thinks he is completely straight but Kiyoomi enters in his life to prove him wrong.
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Years after graduation, Bokuto Koutarou and Akaashi Keiji share an apartment, a history, and a love they have never once been brave enough to name. They exist in almosts, shared grocery lists, late night takeout, hands brushing in hallways.
When Akaashi starts seeing someone serious, Bokuto pretends he’s fine. When that someone becomes a fiancé with a job offer across the world, Bokuto breaks.
What follows is months of missed chances, bad coping mechanisms, strangers’ names forgotten by morning, and a love that refuses to stay buried.
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The world runs on laws: if you drop something, it falls; if you stop breathing, you die. Science has explained everything—so why believe in nonsense like fate and soulmates? Love is just a chemical reaction in the brain, nothing more.T hat’s exactly what Atsumu Miya used to think… before the first time he laid eyes on the love of his life.
Or where Atsumu knows in the exact moment that they see each other for the first time that Sakusa is the love of his life and where Sakusa refuses to accept that Atsumu The Mess Miya is his soulmate.
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“Atsumu,” he murmurs and his face isn’t cold or bored or annoyed – his lips are slightly parted, the brows knit together and his eyes– he looks at Atsumu like he’s hungry, starving even, for him.
“Omi,” Atsumu sighs and grinds down, burning heat coiling low in his core.
Atsumu jerks awake, panting. He blinks, blearily, into the cool darkness of his room. He’s sweating, the faded Inarizaki shirt he’s been too sentimental to throw away for years sticking to his back, sweat pooling at his temples, in his hair.
He runs a distraught hand over his face. “Fuckin’ shit.” he breathes into the dark.
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Atsumu and Kiyoomi, on how not to be fuckbuddies.
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- Part 1 of idiocy and its consequences
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Hate was too strong of a word to describe how Kiyoomi felt about Miya Atsumu.
However, Kiyoomi did hate airports. When he has a breakdown and Atsumu is the one to help him through it, he starts to think that maybe - just maybe - the obnoxious blond menace isn't that bad.
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Kiyoomi and Atsumu end up as regular hotel roommates and things slowly escalate from there.“Considering your lack of self-restraint,” Kiyoomi started, turning a page of his book, “it would be five seconds before you broke any of my rules to making out.”
“Shoot. Say it’s today. Here. What rules wouldja have?”
Kiyoomi shrugged. He was a private person, but he wasn’t a puritan. “If it’s leaving any marks, I stop. If they are in a visible place, that means murder.”
“Easy. What else?”
“Right now, since my joints are quite tired, I’d prefer not to be on top. But it’s not like I would trust you to cage me in either.”
“Oh?”
“What?”
“I never said it had to be with me.”