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- Haikyuu!! (6)
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“Uh, je voudrais le pain au choco- uh chocolat.” Said a deep voice from the long line of customers. Satori was turned away, working on a few stray eclairs to keep the line moving. But suddenly, time slowed down and maybe even went back ten years.
It couldn’t be.He turned his head slightly, discreetly, as he scanned the customers. He wouldn’t mistake that deadpan for anyone else. His eyes landed on familiar olive green hair and subsequently those deep green eyes he remembered too well.
Ushijima Wakatoshi stood in Satori’s place of work, ordering a pain au chocolat in the worst french Satori had ever heard in his life, and he didn’t know whether he wanted to laugh or cry.
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- Part 3 of Paris Olympics
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Atsumu crossed his arms. “I could feel ya lookin’ at me the whole class.” He drawled, narrowing his eyes at Kiyoomi. “Any reason why?” His arms were bigger than Kiyoomi would expect. It was almost intimidating. If anything, Kiyoomi thought it was gross to see the blue veins peeking out of the muscles, as though a paper cut would make him bleed out.
Kiyoomi stood and purposefully looked down at Atsumu as he asked, “Still can’t decide on a major? Why’d you decide to try out this one? Mechanical not hard enough for you?” He asked, only a slight inflection in his voice despite the residual contempt he felt about the subject.
Atsumu smirked. “Obviously to ruin yer life.”
Or: a mixtape of two obnoxiously competitive students reluctantly becoming acquainted with one another.
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It's the 2024 Paris Olympics and Kiyoomi wants nothing but to lay low and protect his secrets. Atsumu, on the other hand, can see through Kiyoomi like he’s a glass frog.
Or the clickbait(but not untrue) description: In which Kiyoomi is hurting, and Atsumu just wants to help him.
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- Part 2 of Paris Olympics
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Hajime had moved on. He had his own life, his own team, his degree, and a career he wouldn’t trade anything for. He was driven, focused, and laser-oriented on one goal: the Japan National Men’s Volleyball Team winning an Olympic Gold Metal.
But after locking eyes with your past in a crowd of thousands, what else can you do but veer off course just a bit?
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- Part 1 of Paris Olympics
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“What happened?” He asked, mostly to himself.
“I got attacked by a bear.” The man said matter-of-factly, his shivering subsided.
“Oh.” Kiyoomi couldn’t believe it. He honestly just couldn’t believe this situation. Being in a secluded cabin in the woods in the middle of the night with this handsome, hypothermic man was not on his bucket list.
“I’m just kiddin’. I don’t really remember what happened.” He said, and Kiyoomi sighed.
“What’s your name?” He asked, a warm feeling spreading through his face.
“Atsumu.” the man answered. “What’s yer name?”
“Kiyoomi.”In which Sakusa Kiyoomi just wants a vacation, and a record-breaking snowstorm has other plans.
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