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An alarm rang throughout the room. Kiyoomi groaned, extending his left arm behind him to search for the body usually sleeping next to him. He frowned when he felt nothing but the void on the other side of the bed, the sheets slowly losing their warmth already. He was still a bit confused because he couldn’t grasp what day it was and why an alarm was grating on his nerves until —
“Omi! If ya don’t get up now, yer gonna be late!”
Kiyoomi’s eyes opened widely. He immediately sat up on the edge of the bed and looked at his phone that was vibrating on his bedside table. The alarm screen was laughing at him. He took the device and smashed the “Deactivate” button. That’s when he noticed the trembling of his hands.
Fuck. He couldn’t afford to be late. Not on his first day. Not ever.
He got up in a hurry and went straight to the bathroom. Teeth first, then shower. After that his skincare routine and — No, he had to choose what to wear first or he would spend too much time hesitating. He walked back into the bedroom and stood half-naked in front of the wardrobe he shared with Atsumu.
Should he go for something casual but that showed who he was? Should he opt for professionalism and bring with him a bag in which he’d store his sportswear? Should he actually bring a bag to shower there after everything would be said and done? Should he shower there at all or just wait until he’d be back home?
“Omi, I —”
Kiyoomi turned around so fast he felt dizzy. He blinked the dizziness away until he could focus on Atsumu, standing a few feet away. He was holding a cup in his hand and was still partly in his pajamas. He looked so relaxed. How could he seem so relaxed?
“Hey, are ya okay?”
And now he was in his face with a frown disturbing his previously peaceful face, his lips turned downwards. Despite the fluffiness of his hair, he was all sharp edges and seriousness.
“Why are ya standin’ there in nothin’ but boxers?”
His accent was more pronounced in the mornings and Kiyoomi liked it a lot. He concentrated on that rather than on the unsteady beating of his heart or the claminess of his palms. He was feeling cold. But he was also feeling hot.
“I… I don’t know what to wear. Do you think my old Jackals joggers would be okay? I should wear something neutral. No? Or maybe wear a suit, at least for today. Do you —”
“Kiyoomi, slow down.”
Atsumu had put his hands on his face and he could smell the scent of the soap from the kitchen coming from them: something flowery with a hint of honey. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, letting himself enjoy the contact of Atsumu’s hands on him. He mentally traced the path of Atsumu’s thumbs on his cheekbones, took note of the palms of his hands cupping his jaw, of his fingers encasing his ears and playing with his hair a little.
Another deep breath and he opened his eyes to dive into Atsumu’s golden ones. He circled Atsumu’s wrist loosely with his fingers, ran his thumbs on the veins pulsing faintly under the thin skin. His stomach was aching but he didn’t know if it was because of his nervousness or because he was hungry.
“I’m sorry, Tsumu. It’s just… You know?” He tried for a smile, felt his zygomatic muscles resisting a little. Atsumu chuckled, nodded and smiled at him, that beaming smile Kiyoomi had fallen in love with so long ago.
“I know.” He kissed his forehead and Kiyoomi’s shoulders sagged a bit. His stomach was still churning but his back muscles were less tense. And his hands had stopped shaking.
“Tell ya what, I’m gonna help ya, ‘kay?”
Kiyoomi arched an eyebrow at the suggestion but agreed nonetheless with a simple “Hum”.
“Yer gonna shower and I’m gonna choose what yer gonna wear. No, listen, please,” he said before Kiyoomi had any chance to retort. He closed his mouth begrudgingly and glared a bit at the man in front of him. “I know yer nervous about that new job as a coach but yer gonna be fine, ya hear me?”
Kiyoomi had turned away slightly so he could only glance at Atsumu from the corner of his eye. He was still wearing his blinding smile, accentuating the small lines around his mouth and at the corner of his eyes. He hadn’t shaved yet so he had a bit of stubble on his chin, on his cheeks, above his top lip. Kiyoomi found him so beautiful, bathed in the morning sunlight streaming through a gap in the curtains. So beautiful and always, always, so supportive and understanding.
Kiyoomi let out a sigh and shook his head, snorting a little. If someone had told him, almost 15 years ago, that he’d be in that exact situation, living with Atsumu through all kinds of things, he would have not believed it. Yet here he was, ready to start anew after the slump his life had been in. His knee injury had a lot to do with it, and if he was still able to walk, to go through the motions, to live, it was probably thanks to the man still holding onto his face.
Going against one of his personal boundaries, he kissed Atsumu right on the mouth. He trapped the surprised moan between his lips and felt Atsumu’s fingers scratching his scalp a little in retaliation. Kiyoomi squeezed Atsumu’s hips before stepping back, only letting their foreheads touch.
“What was that for?” Atsumu giggled softly. Kiyoomi shrugged, pecked him again and walked towards the bathroom. He tried to reign in the new onslaught of nerves he was feeling slowly travelling through his body. It was nicer than the anxiety he felt after waking up. It was the good kind of nerves and he couldn’t believe he was thinking that nerves could be good. Sometimes.
“Thank you, for everything.”
He glanced back at Atsumu from above his shoulder and was reminded of a time when they had both been much younger. Atsumu was pouting like a child, his eyes swimming with big fat tears. Kiyoomi groaned a bit and rolled his eyes. Such a dramatic baby.
He signed at Atsumu to come to him and the other man almost jumped into his arms.
“I love ya, Omi.” He was sniffling exaggeratedly but Kiyoomi was used to his antics by now. He hugged him back and stepped backwards into the bathroom, taking Atsumu with him.
“I love you.”
The door slammed shut behind them and only their laughter could be heard inside the apartment.