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“Omi,” is the first thing that slips past his lips, reverent and breathless, pupils dilated as he takes in everything that he couldn’t feel, couldn’t hear, couldn’t smell before.
He remembers this, vaguely. This sense of everything, this feeling everything, hearing everything, smelling everything. It was torture to him—someone who already hated the strength of his senses as a human. Atsumu seems to be struggling too.
Kiyoomi has a hard time thinking too much about that—he’s far too focused on the relief he feels that this even worked.