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  1. Public Bookmark 10

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    Kiyoomi was having a very good, very normal day. Now it’s ruined because of some stupid fucking reel.

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    26 Dec 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 2

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    The comments on the mission video do not help his state of mind when it’s uploaded.

    For a pair that has almost zero screen time tgth, tsumu and omi have surprising chemistry in this performance

    What happened to atsuoi it became SAKUATSU

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    “Ya still put out yer blanket when laying on the floor,” he notes quietly.  

    “And you still sit directly on the floor,” Kiyoomi notes back, watching Atsumu lower himself to the ground near his feet.  

    “Dirty ripped jeans are fashionable, babe,” Atsumu says, unconsciously echoing a conversation during their one of their first dates.  

    He doesn’t even notice the pet name slipping in until he sees Kiyoomi’s knees tense. Knees that used to wrap around Atsumu’s waist so prettily –  

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    25 Dec 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 67

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    He didn’t know why. He didn’t know why Atsumu alone could smile and have every part of Sakusa- every part that he tried so hard to suppress- singing. His pride, his anger, his burning need to finish what he started, and maybe even a tiny bit of his foolish hope.

     

    'Look at this, look at him. Isn’t he incredible? Isn’t he something worth believing in?

    This, this, this, and him, him, always him.'

     

    It was always him.

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    AKA the fic where Sakusa has trauma and Atsumu is a pretty boy

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  4. Public Bookmark 26

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    Sakusa's got a helmet tucked under his arm, his face mask nowhere to be seen. Atsumu’s mouth drops open. He’s not even going to pretend it doesn’t. He’s gaping, fully, at Sakusa Kiyoomi, standing in front of a fucking motorcycle. It burrows in his stomach, makes something stir and shift.

    'God,' Atsumu thinks. 'He’s really going to kill me.'

    Sakusa lifts one clean eyebrow.

    “Problem, Miya?”

    'Okay,' Atsumu thinks. 'Now he’s trying to.'

     

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    the fic in which Sakusa has a motorcycle and Atsumu really likes greek mythology

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    25 Dec 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 3

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    Kiyoomi hopes this doesn’t become an everyday thing.

    It becomes an everyday thing.

    Bokuto and Miya always come in right after the breakfast rush, accompanied by different members of the Jackals every day. The group changes, but Bokuto and Miya are always there, in the periphery of Kiyoomi’s vision as he counts the money in the register before lunch.

    Miya, true to his word, asks Kiyoomi where he attends classes every morning he comes in. When Kiyoomi steadfastly refuses, he upgrades to asking and dropping shitty puns and pick-up lines.

    “Are ya a croissant? ’Cause ya’re flaky, warm, and I wanna butter ya up,” remains one of Kiyoomi’s personal favourites, and he doesn’t admit to anyone, not even Motoya, how Miya’s flirting causes his face to burn under his mask. It’s ridiculous, immature, and he likes it too much.

    He hates himself.

    He hates Miya Atsumu and his raffish charm.

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    24 Dec 2025