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Despite what everyone expected, Kiyoomi did not join the V-leagues straight out of high school. His family favoured the idea of having a career path to fall back on if playing volleyball didn’t work out for him.
That leads us to now, where a sleep-deprived Kiyoomi is slumped over his desk studying for exam week. He couldn’t remember how many hours it had been at that point. Textbooks lay scattered across his table, littered with notes and annotations. His fourth cup of coffee in hand.
This couldn’t possibly be good for him. Here in his college dorm, so far from his family, his friends, volleyball, his boyfriend, he had never felt so alone. His eyes stung due to lack of blinking and he was merely seconds away from passing out. He set down his cup and tried to blink away the sleep creeping up on him.
He slowly opened his eyes, groaning as they adjusted to the light. Shit, when did I fall asleep? He squinted and could just make out the time on his clock. It was 2:19 am. Then there was a knock on the door. Who the hell is here at ass o’clock? Groaning again, he lifted himself up from his chair and stretched his arms out. He slowly made his way down the hall and to the front door. He opened the door and before he could even process what was happening, a warm pair of arms engulfed him. He immediately relaxed once he saw the blond tufts of hair and the familiar scent of lavender shampoo.
“Omi didn’t you get my messages?” After finally pulling away he was greeted with a worried looking Atsumu.
“Did anything happen to you? Have you eaten yet?”
“I’m fine Atsumu, come in” he stepped aside, letting his boyfriend in.
Atsumu picked up a bag —that he must’ve dropped when he hugged Kiyoomi— and walked inside.
“I’ve brought some ingredients because I know you haven’t been eating well” He gave Kiyoomi a stern look after eyeing the instant ramen packets in his bin. Atsumu made his way to the kitchen and pulled out his ingredients along with a jar of umeboshi.
“What on earth are you doing here?” After finally snapping out of his sleepy trance he realised that his boyfriend, all the way from Osaka was in his dorm at 2 am making soup.
“You didn’t answer my calls or messages.” He stopped his cutting for a moment to turn around and face Kiyoomi. An adorable pout on his face. He reached for his phone, seeing 16 new messages and 20 missed calls.
10:08pm
>> How’s the studying going Omi?
>> Have you eaten?
10:42 pm
>> Are you getting these messages?
>> Hellooooo?
11:25pm
>> omi
>> Omi-omi
>> Omi omi omi
>> OMIIIII
12:02am
>> Omi pick up!
>> If you don’t answer my next call I will catch the nearest train to Tokyo
>> OMIIII
>> PLease don’t be dead
12:56 am
>> I’m on my way
>> What’s going on?
1:36 am
>> I’m almost there
2:18 am
>> Omi open up, I’m outside
A pang of guilt washed over him.
“Oh..”
“Yeah, oh”
“Atsumu I’m sorry I didn’t mean to worry you I’ve just been—“
“Studying yourself to death?” He sighed, throwing the vegetables into the pot. He turned the heat to medium then made his way over to where Kiyoomi stood. He brought a hand up to cup his cheek. The feeling of Atsumu’s warm hand felt so comforting as he nuzzled into the touch.
“Please take care of yerself Omi,” Atsumu whispered, his voice breaking near the end. “I hate seeing you overwork yourself”
He hummed and brought his arm up to wrap around Atsumu’s torso who immediately reciprocated, bringing a hand up to card through Kiyoomi’s curls.
He pushed away any thoughts of his textbooks that lay unattended on his desk and focused on the warmth radiating off Atsumu’s body. He let himself melt into the embrace, momentarily forgetting all of his problems because right here, in Atsumu’s arms; this is home.