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The Olympics had been an incredible blur of emotions and Kiyoomi was ready to get into his own bed next to his now fiancé.
He was grateful for so many things that had happened; he was grateful that the world finally knew he was in love with Miya Atsumu, he was grateful that he was going to marry said love of his life and he was grateful for the weight of a gold medal swinging from his neck. This was it, this was the happiness he had always been reaching for, no more love/hate relationship with his life, no more having to rely on Komori for things, he'd built his own wall, his own family and now he was happy.
But.
Although he had built himself a family in the people he felt the absolute most comfortable with, there were still some people who he thought about. His parents and siblings.
The people that were meant to love him the most, constantly had let him down throughout his life. Sure, they had provided all of his basic needs like a roof over his head and food on the table - well in the house - they never ate together as a family, Kiyoomi could literally count all of the times he remembered eating as a family on one hand and that wasn't a plesant thought at all.
His parents were important, he knew that of course.
His mother was a cold, calculated and fierce woman who worked at the biggest and best law firm in the country, she barely made time for any of her children. Always working, always arguing with his father, making sure that everyone knew she was the most important member of the family and Kiyoomi was always someone who felt pride in their mother but always wished she wanted to be a little closer to home more often. He often felt such jealousy watching TV shows and movies where kids had a beautiful bond with their mothers because he knew it was something that was always going to be missing from his life.
His father was a self obsessed reporter who thought the sun shined out of his own ass. He was somebody who relished in his wife not being home very often, Kiyoomi was often introduced to a string of women that he then never saw again and was threatened to never say anything about. He wasn't even mad at his mother most of the time, he understood her job took so much of her time but his father was somebody Kiyoomi wasn't ashamed to admit he hated. He hated the way he constantly tried to break the family apart, hated how he started most of the arguments that took place under their roof.
And to top off his family dynamic were his older sisters and older brother. He had two sisters, one of which he appreciated, one of which he did not and his brother was somebody Kiyoomi never wanted to see again if he could help it. All three of them were years older than him, already in university by the time Kiyoomi was starting high school and all going into important jobs, both of his sisters followed his mother into the law industry where his brother turned to medicine, not that Kiyoomi believed he would ever have any bedside manor so he didn't know what anybody saw in him. All three of them were married with families of their own to contend with.
Then there was him, Kiyoomi. The disappointment of the family as his father always put it.
Where everyone else focused on academics, he focused on volleyball. Where everyone else was focused on starting a family, he was dating another man, which is parents definitely didn't approve of and had tried to 'hit the gay out of him' more than once but Kiyoomi didn't care about that part, he loved Miya Atsumu and nobody was going to make him feel bad about that.
The real saving grace of his childhood had been his aunty and cousin, both of which he was beyond thankful for. He couldn't even begin to count the amount of days through the years that he had spent around their house, eating dinner, sleeping over or just playing video games with Komori, practising volleyball. Komori was the reason he'd ever gotten into volleyball, something that had truly changed and he could say with confidence, saved his life. If he hadn't gotten into volleyball he didn't know where his life would have gone or if he would even be living it, he wouldn't know Atsumu or Osamu or Suna and that would mean life wasn't really worth living.
Which is why he was so surprised when stepping onto the bus to head home after the Olympics, Komori bought up going home.
"I know it isn't something you want to do," Komori supplied, sitting across the aisle from Kiyoomi and Atsumu. "But mum has been asking me to bring you home with me because she wants to see you."
"But-"
"I know Kiyoomi," Komori whispered, sighing to himself. "We don't have to see them."
"Promise?"
"I promise, when have I ever lied to you?"
Kiyoomi thought about it for a few more seconds, reaching his hand out to grab Atsumu's. He always felt stronger when he knew Atsumu was there with him, holding his hand and supporting him.
"Come on Omi, I'll come with ya!" Atsumu shouted loudly getting the attention of Suna who was sat behind the pair.
"Go where?" Suna asked.
"Back to see Omi Omi's family." Atsumu replied, squeezing Kiyoomi's hand in his own. "Komori's mum wants to see him and I'll go for moral support."
"Oh, sounds like something I'm not interested in, sorry Kiyoomi." Kiyoomi just hummed, not really listening to what was happening around him.
"We'll leave tomorrow morning and come back the day after," Komori promised, looking hopefully at Kiyoomi and he just couldn't say no. He had avoided his home - no - their house - it would never be a home to him for too long and if it was only for twenty four hours and he wouldn't even have to see his parents after all. Plus, he had support. Komori and Atsumu would be there right by his side where he needed them.
"Okay." Kiyoomi finally agreed, turning away from the conversation and resting his head against Atsumu's shoulder, he didn't want to talk anymore, he wanted to go home. He listened for a few minutes of Atsumu and Komori talking quietly, Atsumu's hand running his fingers through Kiyoomi's curls and the other hand was still firmly in his, squeezing every so often, it was so comforting that it didn't take long for Kiyoomi to fall asleep there and then.
They weren't even at Komori's house and Kiyoomi was already beginning to regret agreeing to this trip. He was sat in the back of Komori's car, Atsumu's hand in his, his head leaning against the window, watching the world fly by and he felt so much anxiety he was pretty sure he could throw up there and then.
The journey had been very quiet which Kiyoomi was surprised by. Normally his fiancé and cousin were ones for filling any silence with any noise they possibly could. Kiyoomi liked to think they were keeping quiet because they knew how anxious he was and wanted to give him the space he needed but it was also likely it was because everyone was still tired after having two jam packed weeks competing at the Olympics.
"It's going to be okay Omi," Atsumu whispered so only he could hear and Kiyoomi's heart just about burst - Atsumu had always been really good at recognising when Kiyoomi was at his most anxious and he loved him so much for it. "It's only twenty four hours."
"Only twenty four hours," Kiyoomi repeated to himself.
He could do this.
He couldn't do this.
Pulling up to Komori's house just felt like one step too far for what he could handle today. He knew that Atsumu had picked up on the panic attack that was brewing under the surface and was squeezing both of his hands as tightly as he could to help ground him. Kiyoomi managed to shove his panic down into the deepest pit of his stomach, throwing Atsumu a grateful look before shoving their lips together.
"Hey," Atsumu whispered as Komori got out of the car. He pressed both of his hands to Kiyoomi's cheeks so he was focused on him. "I know that you don't want to do this but it's going to be okay, I promise you. I know it seems horrible and passing your parents house didn't help but we don't have to see them, we're not seeing them, it's just your aunt who you get on with, just for today and then I'll take you back home. Everything is going to be okay." Atsumu gave his speech and Kiyoomi wanted so desperately to believe him he really did and he did for a few minutes until he walked into the house.
Kiyoomi told himself he was imagining it, he told himself that his brain was so terrified that it was projecting the image of both of his parents sitting so casual at the small dinner table his aunt had in the kitchen.
However, he had to stop telling himself that when he felt Atsumu tense next to him and the small gasp that left Komori when he joined them both in the room.
"What are you doing here?" Kiyoomi whispered, knowing he sounded weak but he couldn't seem to force his voice to be any louder.
"Well, we heard you were coming and you didn't tell us, how hurtful," his mother replied but Kiyoomi knew it was fake. They were here because they knew it would stress him out because they wanted to hurt him not because they wanted to see him.
"Well, we didn't think yer would care," Atsumu spat from where he had taken post next to his fiancé, looking ready to fight at a seconds notice. "Ya haven't cared up til now!"
"Kiyoomi is our son, of course we care."
"You have a funny way of showing it," Komori seethed, glaring at his mother who looked as shocked as they did to even see Kiyoomi's parents.
"Ah Komori, we saw your game on TV."
"Good for you."
"Kiyoomi come on now," his father said, standing up from where he was sat at the table. "You've won your gold medal, now it's time to do something sensible don't you think?" Kiyoomi could hear the underlying threat in his father's tone even if nobody else could but he refused to stand down from it. "Come back now now."
"No, no I will not come back home. I love volleyball and even if I wanted to quit, I wouldn't come back here, I love my fiancé thank you."
"Kiyoomi, you could find someone better."
All Kiyoomi could see was red, his fists clenched at his sides. He didn't even care that much when they insulted him and pushed him down, he was so used to it by now but when they bought Atsumu down with them, that's when it felt super personal. He knew Atsumu didn't care what his parents thought of him, he'd never cared, he was always there when Kiyoomi was ready to scream out his frustrations with them and decided from the get go he didn't want to play nice with them but Kiyoomi knew it still hurt to hear someone say something that was such bullshit to your face.
"Excuse me?" Atsumu said from beside him, resting his hand in Kiyoomi's to ground him. "Now, yer may not care about Omi but I do, i have always cared about your son since we met and I am always the one willing to help him up when he needs it, celebrate his wins, help him through his loses, help him through when he thinks he ain't good enough because of the bullshit you two have always spouted to him so I know my worth in Omi's life and it's more than yours!"
Kiyoomi was sure he fell in love all over again.
"Look son," his mother said, coming to stand in front of him.
Kiyoomi immediately took a step back.
"We're not here to start an argument."
"Oh fuck off," Komori spat from beside him. "All you ever do is argue with him, tell him he's not good enough, make him feel insecure and worthless that's all you've ever done!" Komori shouted before turning to his cousin. "I'm so sorry Kiyoomi I honestly didn't know they'd be here, let's just go home yeah? I'll come see my mum another time."
"Don't you dare walk away," his father growled, standing up so fast his chair fell over. "Sakusa Kiyoomi, don't you dare walk away from me."
"It's actually Miya Kiyo-" Kiyoomi didn't get to finish his sentence before he felt the sharp pain across his cheek, stunning the room into silence.
After that, it felt like the whole world seemed to move in slow motion, his eyes were set on his father, on the smirk across his face. He knew Atsumu was shouting but he couldn't hear him, knew Komori was patting his shoulder in a show of support but couldn't feel it. The sting in his cheek was too much, he knew it didn't even hurt that much but the shock was running through his veins. In all of the years that his father had pushed him down, he had never actually raised a hand against him, never and yet here he was doing it now.
Suddenly Atsumu was in front of him, blocking the view of his parents.
"Omi, Omi, hey," Atsumu raised his hand to rest it on Kiyoomi's cheek and Kiyoomi immediately flinched and took a step back.
"Sorry, sorry I'm sorry sorry," he repeated over and over again, watching the heartbreak flash across Atsumu's face.
"No, don't apologise," Atsumu said firmly. "Omi, are ya with us?"
"I'm with you."
"Are ya okay?"
"No."
"Okay, can I hold your hand and take you to the car?"
Kiyoomi nodded slowly, reaching his hand out to take Atsumu's and letting Atsumu lead him towards Komori's car. He hadn't even realised that his parents had left the house, too focused on the feeling of numbness that was spreading through his entire body.
"Can I sit with you?"
"Please," Kiyoomi whispered, gripping Atsumu's hand a little tighter so he couldn't leave him.
The first ten minutes of the car journey home were spent with Atsumu texting furiously on his phone; Kiyoomi guessed it was to his twin but he couldn't know for sure and Komori apologising every few seconds no matter how many times Kiyoomi told him it wasn't his fault.
It felt like all of the energy had been sapped out of him as he leaned his head against the window, the coolness grounded him back into his reality. The reality of his dad hitting him across the face, the reality of Atsumu having to witness it, the reality of his broken family all hitting him in waves.
"Kiyoomi." Kiyoomi wasn't even surprised to see Osamu and Rin sitting on the sofa of their apartment when he walked in with Atsumu at his side. He assumed Atsumu had been texting Osamu for the journey home and he wasn't wrong and here they were. Part of him wanted them to just go home, he didn't want anybody to have to see him like this, he felt like a ghost just hovering from one place to the next, he knew what was happening, knew Atsumu was at his side but his brain didn't want to process the information. "Atsumu told us what happened and we wanted to make sure you were okay."
"I'm fine."
"Yer not." Atsumu said, leading him towards the sofa. "Yer not okay Omi Omi and that's okay."
"We're here for you," Rin said, coming to kneel in front of him. "Everything is going to be okay."
"How do you know that?" Kiyoomi whispered, finally letting the tears that had wanted to fall for the last four hours trickle down his cheeks.
"Because," Osamu replied, joining the three of them. "We are your family now and we are not leaving you behind. We are the Miya Four and I know that sounds silly but we truly are all family and ya are part of that. Yer and Rin and Miyas to us and soon ya both will be actual Miyas so please, we are here for ya, we love ya Kiyo."
Kiyoomi didn't really have the strength to reply so he just nodded, letting himself be pulled into a hug by Rin who was still in front of him but was soon joined by the twins.
"I love ya Omi Omi," Atsumu said, resting both of his hands on Kiyoomi's cheeks. "I love ya so so fuckin much and ya parents can talk all they want about me but I love ya and I will always love ya."
"I love you too Atsu," Kiyoomi whispered, "I love you too as well just in a different way," he joked gently before letting himself fall towards Atsumu, his head rested against his chest as his arms circled his waist.
"The Miya Four," Rin whispered, laying down on Osamu's lap. "Family."