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It had been six months since they had started dating. Atsumu and Kiyoomi got together at last year’s nationals, over their first year of high school they met at a practice game and Atsumu had bugged him for his number til Kiyoomi did give it to him. Becoming friends on a whim. They had gotten close, talking about volleyball, homework, and eventually, they talked every day and when Inarizaki won nationals against Shiritorizawa Kiyoomi was there to congratulate him and ask him to be his boyfriend in front of his whole team.
The fake blonde didn't hear the end of “oh lover boy” from his team especially his brother and Suna for months after that but it was all worth it. Kiyoomi was amazing, they face-timed every day until Samu had yelled at him to shut up and sleep, or Kiyoomi fell asleep and Atsumu listened to his breathing until he fell asleep too. They texted throughout the day, Kiyoomi tells him about his cousin and team, school peers that got on his nerves. While Atsumu told him about him and his brother’s petty fights and mischievous pranks he pulled on a weekly.
They worked perfectly together. Kiyoomi helped Atsumu with math and Atsumu proofed Sakusa’s essays before they were due. And when they played against each other their teammates complained of the sexual tension as Atsumu teases and riles his omi-kun up and Kiyoomi shamelessly flirts with Atsumu to watch him blush in person. They try to get the other off their game. But they end up just making a competition out of it. Like they tend to do with anything. Who can get the other to blush more, who can get the other to miss the next service ace (Sakusa misses his last service ace because Atsumu pulled his shirt up to “wipe his face” and Sakusa stared at his boyfriend’s stomach for too long and had to rush so the ball went out of bounds Atsumu winked at him as he grabbed the ball from his lover.)
They were six months, almost seven strong, although Osamu only thought they would last a month or two, saying it was because they were too different. But he shut up after the third month anniversary rolled around. But it was true, they were completely different. Atsumu came from a lower middle-class family with a close-knit family, he came from a family where it was forbidden to kept secrets, and roughhousing in the living room was showing love. Whereas Kiyoomi came from a house where his siblings were at least 9 years older than him and by the time he was in middle school his siblings were graduating college, they weren’t too close, too much of an age gap. His mother was a surgeon, a good one, she was always at work. His father was a lawyer and had a firm to keep afloat. So yes he had money, he came from money and got whatever he wanted, but it came at the price of having no real childhood with parents once a week at best.
But Atsumu was understanding and Atsumu and open, soon he became Kiyoomi’s family and his everything, the few times Kiyoomi had met them Miya twins mother he had felt like he had a real mother, she was kind and adored the boy and played with his curls and complimented his playing and told him she was proud of him. He felt like he was part of a loving family whenever he was the whole Miya family.
Sakusa helped Atsumu with this esteem and confidence. He was the best setter, but it came at a cost. He pushed himself even as a child to be better and push others to be the best they can. Apparently, kids don’t like that. They shied away from him and his loud blunt, personality, called him arrogant and cocky, but wouldn’t you be too if you were the best becasue you worked you’re as off to get there. He knew others preferred his brother who was calmer in public at least. He kept his mouth shut but Atsumu did not, and he grew up with the mindset that others will always choose his twin over him. Always the lesser twin. Kiyoomi helped him remember there is no better or worse twin, he is good enough and deserving. Kiyoomi stays by him, not his brother but him. Out of all the people, Kiyoomi could have had, he choose Miya Atsumu.
Although this might not be true Atsumu sees it as Kiyoomi is the first person to choose him over his brother, and Atsumu smiles at that thought even on his darkest days he smiles because his omi-Kun is a phone call away.
Phone calls and 5 hours face times, texting all hours of the day, good night and good morning text. Seeing each other every couple of weeks. During practice games or when their schedules finally match up and they can take the train to a place or to each other’s houses.
Almost seven months and it’s amazing everything has been amazing. But Atsumu misses Sakusa so much, he misses his warmth, his hugs, and how Sakusa is slightly taller so he rubs his chin into Atsumu’s head. And his voice, smooth and deep, which the phone can never truly make sound as good as it does in person and when he whispers into his ear. He had hoodies and shirts that used to smell like his boyfriend, but it’s been too long, they lost the scent of his cologne a week or two ago.
Two hours by train, 3 ½ by bus. And train rides that long can get pricey if you do them once a week. But that’s not the only problem, volleyball practices and normal schedules lining up for them is almost never. Going to different schools in different prefectures means school events, games and festivals take place at different times of the year.
Not to mention practices on Saturday mornings at Inarizaki and weekly Sunday practice games at Itachiyama all year round. There was barely any time to go the distance and see each other. So they stuck to phone calls and good morning texts and the random memes, and updates through the day, face calls at night and listening to each other breathe in the late hours of the night.
It made his heartache but there wasn’t much he could do about it until the end of the school year. But he did have a plan for this weekend. A little surprise. During the week Atsumu had texted Komori Motoya who was Kiyoomi’s cousin and close friend.
‘Komori, i have a favor to ask, well two favors’
‘Atsumu hello to you to, my day was great, thanks’
‘Your welcome :)’
‘What favors do you want?’
‘The first one you cant tell omi-omi what I’m asking about, it’s going to be a surprise’
‘Ok, i can do that... What’s your second favor then?’
‘Ok well here’s my idea’
Komori had agreed to go through with Atsumu’s plan and for the rest of the week, Atsumu had the biggest grin on his face, smiling all the time when his brain reminded him that he had plans this weekend. He texted Omi-kun like normal and when they called, he sighed in relief as his lover spoke of his day a didn’t mention Motoya or anything he thought was suspicious, he loves the man but he wasn’t the best liar, he was blunt and could be a jerk and was terrible and being anything but a blunt jerk. It suited him and Atsumu loved him for it.
He waited until Friday after school and packed a small bag, enough for two days, and reminded his mother of his plans and she approved, said she remembers, it was still ok. She smiled and told him to be safe on the train and to tell Kiyoomi she says hi and to join them for dinner soon. And after dinner he gets his nightly phone calls from a caller ID of ‘Omi-Omi” with an ungodly amount of heart emojis next to it. (Kiyoomi is no better, his is “Atsu” with so many yellow hearts and fox emojis)
Atsumu is glad he is a better liar then his lover, he keeps his mouth shut about his weekend plans, saying how practice is still going tomorrow morning and Kita is planning to get them ready for more practice games and for the inter-high spring matches coming up. And omi-kun and said how Motoya was going to drag him to some event on Saturday and Sunday, so his entire weekend was booked. He wasn’t angry but he does look forward to Saturdays of sleeping in and cleaning. And it was one of the only weekends that he doesn’t have a practice game on Sunday. Atsumu boo’ed and told him he needed to get out of his house more anyway so he should not cancel his plans with his cousin.
Atsumu fell asleep early, knowing he had to get up early, but Sakusa stayed up listening to Atsumu talk in his sleep and his light snores he denies he does. They were cute and it was rare for his boyfriend to go to sleep before him so he listened to every noise the phone picked up wishing Motoya would have left him alone so he could have gone to see Atsumu after his Saturday pratice.
Atsumu woke up bright and early, at a lovely 6:45 in the morning, this time of year the sun was rising with him. The light golden rays through the window gave him the motivation to get up He got dressed in comfy but appropriate clothing for going out and about, one of Omi-omi’s hoodies, and ripped black jeans was good enough. He grabbed his prepacked bag and was out the door sometime after 7. His brother was taking the weekend for rest since they didn’t have Saturday practice and was “sleeping in til 3 pm” and their parents were never up before 10 on the weekends. He left a note on the counter that he had left and would be safe.
He walked to the station and made his way to the train after triple-checking he was going to the right train and going to the correct way. At 7:45 Atsumu was on the train heading to Toyoko. He would be on the train for a while. So he got comfortable, relaxing into the only open chair he had found, and put in his earphones to listen to music and go on social media to pass the time. Normally he would have called omi-kun but he would wonder why he wasn’t at practice, and where he was going since you could most definitely hear the train and the murmurs of people through the phone.
At around 8:30 Atsumu had been on the train for about an hour and his butt was starting to hurt from being in the same portion for so long. He had also gotten a good morning text and to have a good day at practice, Atsumu smiled down at his phone and played with the edges of the phone case as he types out his reply. Sending a message saying Good morning and he hopes the other has a good day with his cousin, that he’ll text him on his break. Only one more hour.
At 9:30 he was getting off the train and he texted Motoya to finish the plan. He got a thumbs-up back from the other. Not even ten minutes later he got a not so friendly ranting text message from sakusa bout how his cousin had canceled the plans and didn’t even have a good reason, or any reason. He chuckled to himself as he read the rant message calling Komori some very colorful words.
He couldn’t answer him right now, to Kiyoomi he is at practice..and probably wouldn’t be able to answer his phone or call til about 10 ish. So he put his phone away. He was got on the bus watching as the streets became more familiar, it would take him 2 blocks away from the Sakusa household, so once he got off and started walking towards the house he pulled out his phone and once he could see his boyfriend’s two-story house he dialed his omi-kun, it only rang twice.
“Did you see my message?”
“I did omi-Kun” Atsumu chuckled into the phone, he could hear the irritation and borderline whine that comes from the other side of the phone.
“Why are you laughing?” Omi-Kun whines out. “ Motoya didn’t even have a reason he just said he wasn’t going anymore. And i should stay home. Like what the fuck, i didn’t even want to go there but you can’t just cancel plans like that, 30 minutes before we were supposed to go” Kiyoomi ranted out and sighed. “Is your moring going any better, love?”
“Not yet but i think it will in a minute”
“Whys that?” curiosity was evident in his voice and he could hear him shuffle around, probably in the kitchen it was about breakfast time.
“Well, darling, why don’t you open the door and find out?” Atsumu couldn’t contain his smile as the phone went silent and hung up. Not a minute later the door swung open.
Sakusa stood at the door and looked at Atsumu like he couldn’t believe he was standing there and when the blonde was about to say something he was pulled into a bear hug. A gasped at his lover’s strength but laughed and he wrapped his arms around Omi-omi’s waist. Pulling him in closer.
Atsumu can finally breath, it was like coming up for air after drowning in the ocean. Coming home. He could smell Sakusa’s conditioner and his cologne clinging to his shirt. He nuzzled his face into the crook of his lover’s neck and brought a hand up to pet the black inky hair with soft curls. He could feel Kiyoomi’s warm breath on his neck as he drank him in as well, it had been too long.
Sakusa whispered in his deep voice that was smooth like honey into Atsumu’s ear “why didn’t you tell me? I could have gotten you from the train?”
“I wanted it to be surprised, so surprise” Atsumu smiles and moves back a little.
Atsumu looks up slightly to meet the equally black eyes that remind him of a starless night, dark and secretive and vast. He could get lost in them, in the familiar way he watches his eyes dilate. He watches as Kiyoomi stares back.
Kiyoomi finally gets to look into the intricate color and design of the fake blonde’s eyes, amber and melted gold swirled around the other’s black pupils. Kiyoomi took in everything he had missed, Atsu always had soft untangled hair even though it was damaged with bleach it was soft and thinner than sakusa’s thicker curls that were soft but felt rougher in texture.
He raised Atsu’s chin up with his pointer finger and thumb and Atsumu easily followed into the kiss, it was soft and tender, a welcome home.
The blonde teen brings the other’s wrist to him and when he pulls back he brings Omi-Kun wrist closer until he kisses the inside. It was a little tradition Atsumu had started, kiss Kiyoomis wrist. They were very bendy and flexible which was a god sent for volley ball but it meant that if he didn’t stretch them properly or overused them they ached and were sore for a day or two. And since he can’t always be there to help him he does this whenever he can.
When he looks up again he bites his lip, and looks back down, Sakusa was looking at him so intensely with so much care and adoration in his eyes, it made him shy.
“Are you cooking in here, I’m hungry”
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Uhh no.. i had to catch the train and..”
“It takes two hours, you got on the train without eating?”
“Yeah that sounds about right”
“Well yes I’m cooking breakfast, come on,” Sakusa says and intertwined their hands tugging him through the house to the kitchen. Kiyoomi goes back to the stove and quickly flips his omelet that is slightly burnt but he doesn’t seem to mind, he starts making another one for his lover who sits on the counter behind him watching him intensely as he sways and moves to a beat in his head.
Kiyoomi starts to hum once he was done preparing the next omelet and getting this one of the stove and onto a plate, Kiyoomi swiftly turned to face Atsu and smiled softly as he caged him on the counter with his arms.
“I missed you”
Atsumu leaned forward and let his arms hang on Kiyoomi’s shoulders and kissed his nose
“I missed you too so much”
They stayed quiet for a moment, soaking in each other’s presence. Forehead press together and the soft press of lips. When they heard the crackled of the pan Kiyoomi gently unwrapped himself and dealt with the omelet. Once they were ready he went to the dining room table and set them down from them to eat.
Although they basically sat in one chair rather than two consider Atsumu had his legs on Kiyoomi’s and arms over his shoulders. They talked whiles they ate, about school and any updates that might have slipped their minds, basking in each other presence.
“So you and Komori set that up”
“Oh, you mean this weekend?”
“Mhmm” Kiyoomi humm as he looked pointedly at his boyfriend
“Well maybe, so don’t go using your very colorful vocabulary at him on Monday at school”
“He didn’t tell me”
“I told him not told, it was a surprise”
“Still”
“Don’t pout, darling” Atsumu kisses his cheek and moves down towards his neck and to his collar bone that is peaking out of his shirt.
“Atsu” Kiyoomi almost whispers as he twists his fingers in his hair. Kiyoomi allows his head to fall to the side letting Atsumu have more room to do as he pleases.
Atsumu is very good at giving his boyfriend hickeys and love bites when he does see him to “let the others know” Sakusa rolls his eyes when he says that but he’ll go along with it. Atsumu has some sort of possessiveness that comes out and it’s hot. He’s always marked in some way and when he goes to school within the next couple of days everyone knows for sure, he’s still taken.
He actually grows fond of the blemishes and rough marks that layer on his skin and it’s depressing when they start to fade. Another reminder of the distance between them. But he cherishes them while they last.
“Atsumu” he groans out and tenses when his lover reached right under his ear, it’s sensitive and he always abuses it. Soon enough he’s a mess under Atsumu’s touch and his mouth, breathless and wanting so much more.
After a few minutes, Atsumu looks up to Kiyoomi, and his grin grows when he sees his work from afar and his lover’s face.
“Well my work is done now”
“You’re a tease”
“You love me”
“Of course I do”
Atsumu and Motoyas full conversion
‘Komori, i have a favor to ask, well two favors’
‘Atsumu hello to you do, my day was great, thanks’
‘Your welcome :)’
‘What favors do you want?’
‘The first one you cant tell omi-omi what I’m asking about, it’s going to be a surprise’
‘Ok, i can do that... What’s your second favor then?’
‘Ok well here’s my idea, you should make plans with omi-kun this weekend, ill help convince him, it should take up all weekend, and on Saturday morning when i tell you too, tell him you can’t go for whatever reason’
‘He hates when people fall through and cant keep their word tho? Are you trying to get me killed???’
‘Well he won’t be mad for long, i want to come to his house this weekend and make it a surprise. I’ll be at the house like 15 minutes after you tell him. I just need to make sure he has NO plans and doesn’t go or do anything’
‘Ahh, i got you.. Ok fine ill do it but if he kills me it’s on you’
‘Thank youuuuuu Komori-kunn’