my little threads
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Kiyoomi doesn’t know when it started, the first time he notices is at a fans’ event.
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- Part 1 of my little threads
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“I like ‘em a lot, keep it that tight.” The blond extends a leg in front of him and Sakusa blinks himself out of it. “Damn Omi, your pants make my legs look great.”
“No, that's just your thighs.”
Ah fuck, again? Was his filter just straight up gone then?
Kiyoomi clenches his eyes shut for half a second. Of course Miya is smirking wide when he opens them again.
This time even Akaashi doesn’t save him and Atsumu is let free to tease, “My, my, Sakusa, got a thing for my legs or somethin’?”
Sakusa scoffs, keeps his mouth sealed, too scared the “I’ve got a thing for you” will tumble out of his lips if he doesn’t.
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- Part 2 of my little threads
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“Are you and Rin dating?”
A laugh gets startled out of Osamu. Atsumu clenches his eyes shut when he hears how panicked it is, tears tingling his lashes despite his best efforts.
“What? I- I don’t, we—” His twin sputters, stammers for a second like he rarely does. “Are you stupid? God, Tsumu—“ Another forced snort that rips through Atsumu’s heart. “Do you ever stop and think before you talk? Seriously.”
The patronizing disdain is what makes the tears fall out when he blinks his eyes open.
He knows he’s not the smartest, knows he’ll never have the same grades as Rin, will never make the honor roll like Aran, he’s well aware he doesn’t have Osamu’s ambitions— Atsumu only has volleyball. And that’s enough, because that’s what he wants to do with his life, but he truly thought Osamu didn’t think he was that dumb.
He really thought if someone thought more of him, thought better, it would have been Samu.
At the lack of response his question gets, the silence stretching, Osamu’s voice turns unsure. “Tsumu?”
Nobody thinks better of him.
He should have known.
“You guys really think I’m an idiot, don’t ya?”
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- Part 3 of my little threads
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The handsome man is threatening him right in his face now, green eyes squinting and Osamu knows that look, recognizes that tone: he’s seconds away from getting punched.
And there’s only one reason why Osamu would get randomly punched— Atsumu.
He grabs the guy’s wrist, tries to calm him down enough to explain. “Listen man—“ But apparently touching the man was the wrong thing to do because he is now grabbing Osamu’s shoulders, winding his leg back.
Oh no, oh fuck.
Oh, shit, shit, shit.
Osamu desperately yells, “Wrong twin! Wrong twin— oof!”
But it’s too late, pain is blossoming between his legs, he’s folding in half, a hand pressed to his pants and the other clutching the stranger’s shirt for support.
Fuck Atsumu, fuck him so hard.
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- Part 4 of my little threads