3 Works by haretsu
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When Miya Atsumu visits his clinic, Kiyoomi doesn’t expect much. Maybe a one-off emergency treatment, or at most, turning Miya into one of his regular patients. One thing Kiyoomi knows for sure: maintaining a not-so-professional relationship with the setter beyond the clinic’s borders was never in the cards for him.
But neither was getting shot in the head nor losing his dignity months prior.
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Atsumu has always been weak to Kita (a sentiment shared by his brother and Sunarin). It doesn’t help when he owes his career to the man who practically held his hand through the marine biology degree, as he couldn't even tell salmon and tuna apart unless they were presented to him as sashimi.
So when Kita makes a fateful phone call and ropes their trio into a mission whereby they have to stop a monster from terrorising a local lake, Atsumu expects an overgrown fish. A fish with hands, if that makes it any better. Certainly not the creature thought to only exist in tragic fairy tales and the fantasies of touch-starved sailors who find solace in sea cows.
Good thing the creature doesn’t seem to mind Atsumu too much—Osamu not finding his dead body at the bottom of the lake is an encouraging start.
Everything’s peachy, he guesses. Except that falling for his new acquaintance has never been on Atsumu's agenda.
Things become complicated when your love interest has an entirely distinct set of limbs from hips down, makes noises that only Aquaman can understand, and considers offering regurgitated fish to be the pinnacle of romance.
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Jockstraps and ripped pants can be a truly hellish combo—Kiyoomi experiences it firsthand. What’s worse, it has to happen in front of his long-time crush, whom he was betting on to take his V-Card.
It’s not fair that the instigator of this whole fiasco (his very own cousin, that bastard) gets to go scot-free while Kiyoomi has to live in shame for the rest of his miserable life. An ally down, he needs someone else to help him erase this shameful memory from his mind. And who’s a better candidate for this job other than your neighbourhood friendly phone sex operator?