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If there was one thing Sakusa Kiyoomi was sure of, it was that he was completely and utterly in love with Miya Atsumu.
Ever since the two of them plucked up the courage to confess to one another - it was a chaotic night. Kiyoomi had been building up to it for weeks, the right way to tell Atsumu he had fallen for him and then when he was about to say it, of course, Atsumu ended up blurting it out first. Kiyoomi cried but nobody needed to know that - his world revolved around Atsumu.
When he was a teenager, he could never imagine himself falling in love with somebody especially not somebody as loud and sometimes obnoxious as Miya Atsumu but here he was, wanting to spend the rest of his life with him.
Atsumu was like the sun; always bright, always sparking joy in people that he was around and Kiyoomi was so happy that he got to be one of those people. He would happily shout about his love for the setter but the two of them had never announced their relationship. They'd never felt the need to. Everyone who needed to know that the two of them were together already knew; their team, their other closest friends and their families, they're the only people that needed to know the two of them were together but sometimes Kiyoomi wished everyone knew.
Sometimes, after a win, all he wanted to do was kiss Atsumu and let the world know how brilliant he truly thought Atsumu was.
And he was.
Brilliant.
Something Kiyoomi loved was watching Atsumu play. He felt so lucky that they both played on the same team because it meant that he didn't have to go weeks without seeing his boyfriend like Suna and Osamu often did as well as Kageyama and Hinata but sometimes, he wanted to be just so that he could watch Atsumu play volleyball. It was so obvious how much he loved the sport, how much he cared about his spikers and how well they could hit his sets. It was always a pleasure to watch somebody when they were genuinely passionate about the sport they were playing and Atsumu was so passionate about it, nobody took loses harder than him.
So, when they got the call up for the National Team for the Olympics, Kiyoomi was thrilled. Not just for himself, of course he was so proud of himself for getting to the Olympics, he'd worked so hard for so long and it had paid off but seeing the look on Atsumu's face made his whole year. They were sat together, waiting patiently by their phones, waiting for the call and getting the call, it was a moment that Kiyoomi nor Atsumu would ever forget and now they were here.
The Olympics.
What made Kiyoomi sad was that whilst he was picked for starting lineup, Atsumu wasn't. He deserved it so much. Atsumu had said to him that he knew it was going to be this way, they had Kageyama on their team, of course they wouldn't need him and even though he knew it wasn't his fault, it made Kiyoomi resent the other setter. He wanted to see Atsumu out there on the court with him, wanted to win via one of his sets not Kageyama's it wasn't the same. His sets weren't as easy to hit as Atsumu's, he didn't get to hear the pure joy in Atsumu's voice when he called for him.
But it wasn't like Kiyoomi got to choose the team.
Arriving at the Olympic village was one of the most surreal moments of Kiyoomi's life.
Atsumu had his head rested on Kiyoomi's shoulder, he'd fallen asleep a few minutes into the journey, not impressed that Kiyoomi had to drag him out of bed at three in the morning. But Kiyoomi hadn't been able to fall asleep, all of the anxiety and excitement was curling in his stomach and now he didn't know how to feel. Excited? Of course, he was the Olympics, one of his lifelong goals achieved. Nervous? Of course, he was at the Olympics.
He peered across the aisle to catch Suna mid taking a photo of the pair of them, Atsumu drooling on his shoulder in all its glory and he knew the photo would go straight to their group chat. "The Miya Four" as Atsumu had named it when they first started it when Kiyoomi and Atsumu had started dating. Apparently, Osamu and Suna had been betting with each other on who would confess first. Kiyoomi flipped him off and chuckled lightly, rolling his eyes at Atsumu.
"Hey Atsu," Kiyoomi mumbled quietly, shaking his boyfriend's shoulder until he finally lifted his head, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. "We're here."
"Thanks Omi," Atsumu yawned. "We're at the Olympics Omi Omi."
"We're at the Olympics."
"Stop taking photo of us Sunarin!" Atsumu shouted, waking the rest of the bus up as he jumped up to jump on Suna who was laughing loudly.
Kiyoomi watched Iwaizumi roll his eyes with a smirk on his face as the bus stopped, waiting for all of them to get off the bus.
Kiyoomi left Suna and Atsumu to argue as he stepped off of the bus where there were some security, press, Kuroo, Kenma and Osamu waiting for them all. He quickly greeted Kuroo and Kenma before heading towards where Osamu was standing.
"Sorry the two idiots are still arguing on the bus," Kiyoomi said, failing to keep a straight face. "They should be back in a minute when Atsumu has made Rin send him all of the photos he took of us because he knows that he wants them really." Kiyoomi himself had quite a collection on his own phone from the groupchat of him and Atsumu from various Japan practices or nights out where the four of them were together, one thing they could all rely on Suna for was all of the pictures.
"Ah here they are!" Osamu laughed a couple of moments later where the two of them finally emerged from the bus, arms thrown around each other's shoulders.
"Samu!" Suna shouted, doing a light jog to catch up to the two of them before throwing his arms around his boyfriend. "You made it," Suna whispered, pressing his lips to Osamu's softly.
"Of course I did babe," Osamu replied, smiling gently at Suna before turning towards Atsumu who was already hanging off Kiyoomi talking about practice.
"The Miya Four back together!" Atsumu shouted happily and it was hard for the other three not to join in with his joy.
The family back together again.
Kiyoomi couldn't be happier.
He was so used to being on his own, Komori being his only friend, the only one who wanted Kiyoomi around him and now, now he had another family, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna and him, they were unstoppable. Of course, Kiyoomi still hung around with Komori, he had a lot to thank the other for and was glad that he was also here with them at the Olympics, but they definitely weren't as close as they once were, after high school, they separated and didn't need to be around each other as much as they once had and Kiyoomi was sure they were both okay with that, it wasn't like they didn't speak to each other ever again and he still saw Komori when they faced his and Suna's team but Komori had a life of his own, a little family of his own, a husband and twins.
"And oh are we so happy about it,"Aran sang as he came to join the four of them whilst everyone headed towards their rooms. "You can imagine my face Samu when I turned up to practice and saw who had been picked for the team," Aran joked, throwing Atsumu into a headlock.
"Aran!" Atsumu shrieked, coming back to tuck himself into Kiyoomi's side. "It's a wonder the two of you put up with these two scrubs!"
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Kiyoomi could feel the tension in the room seeping into every single one of his bones.
Sweat was trickling down his neck and back at an alarming rate but he couldn't find it within himself to care about right now. They were one point away, one point away from victory.
The final set.
Match point.
They were about to win gold at the Olympics if none of them lost focus in the last few minutes so he focused in on the ball, on where Atsumu was standing. He'd been subbed in for the final set and a half because Kageyama needed the rest and here they were, just like Kiyoomi had dreamed about, him and Atsumu about to win gold for Japan at the Olympics.
He could see Suna on the other side of Atsumu, could feel Komori's presence behind him, felt safe with both Hinata and Ushijima on the court too, they were going to do this.
Argentina had put up a good fight, Oikawa, as Kageyama, Hinata, Ushijima and Iwaizumi always said, was a brilliant setter and player. His play style and ability reminded Kiyoomi so much of Atsumu and there were parts of Oikawa in Kageyama too although Kiyoomi really should have expected that given their history. But this was Japan's night, Kiyoomi was sure of it.
"Omi!" Atsumu shouted, breaking through all of Kiyoomi's thoughts.
The two of them shared a nod and a look before suddenly the ball was coming towards him.
He jumped up and spotted the opening.
It was like time stopped as he waited to hear the sound of the ball hitting the other side of the court. Even when it had happened he just stared at it, like he couldn't quite believe what was happening.
Kiyoomi looked over to see tears falling down Atsumu's face as he shouted to him, breaking through all of the noise of the gym, Atsumu was shouting his name and crying his eyes out because they'd won.
They'd won.
And both of them were stood on the court.
For a second, Kiyoomi forgot where they were, forgot all about the people that were standing around them as he ran towards his boyfriend.
"Omi we won," Atsumu cried, throwing his arms around the spiker. "We won, we won, we won, we won!"
"We won!" Kiyoomi shouted, taking Atsumu's face in his hands. "Wait here," he whispered and ran towards where their coach was sitting on the bench, looking ready to shed some tears of his own. As soon as he spotted Kiyoomi he grinned at him and handed him the small box that he had agreed to keep for him, had given Kiyoomi the permission to announce his relationship there and then when he got down on one knee in front of the entire court.
Aran, Atsumu and Suna were sharing a hug when he reached them and Atsumu reached out an arm and pulled him into the group, all of them crying happily for their victory.
"Is it now?" Suna whispered so only Kiyoomi could hear and when he nodded, Suna pulled away from the hug and pulled Aran with him.
"'Tsumu," Kiyoomi whispered, resting his hand on Atsumu's cheek. "Here we are at the Olympics, gold medals about to be in hand and there's a really important question I need to ask you." Kiyoomi started, feeling the nerves curling around his stomach tightly. "You've always been so patient with me Atsumu, when you've wanted to announce our relationship and I've been nervous you've immediately agreed, I'm so difficult on a good day and damn right stubborn on a bad one. You put up with so much from me and I wish I could say everything I wanted to but my brain is moving at about fifty miles an hour right now because I've wanted to ask you this question for a long time, so, Atsumu, my love," Kiyoomi said, getting down on one knee and presenting the box to his boyfriend. "Will you please marry me?"
"Omi," Atsumu breathed, tears still falling thick and fast down his face. "Yes I will marry you!" He shouted, pulling Kiyoomi up and into a deep kiss. And for once, Kiyoomi didn't care about the amount of people that were around them, watching them, didn't care about the amount of sweat that was soaking through both of their shirts, didn't care about anything else apart from the fact him and Atsumu were there, engaged and telling the world about how much they loved each other.
That was all that mattered.
When the two of them pulled away, the entire team - and Osamu somehow - were surrounding them, cheering for them and immediately pulling them in for a multitude of hugs and congratulations.
Kiyoomi definitely saw tears from Suna, Aran, Bokuto and Osamu but nobody else needed to know that.
"I love you," Kiyoomi whispered to Atsumu after the medal ceremony, they were stood around the edge of the court, still holding hands as tightly as possible.
"I love you too, Omi."
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Kiyoomi watched his phone after he'd finished changing with a smile on his face.
Family.