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“Alright, missy. You and I are gonna have a talk,” Atsumu sternly announced, pointing a finger at the aforementioned “missy”, who only gaped at him with a big, open-mouthed smile. It was cute— and deceiving. Atsumu was not falling for that, however. He was strong enough to withstand whatever manipulation was thrown his way.
“Listen well. Yer takin’ up my time with my Omi-kun, ya hear?” No, she clearly wasn’t, having her gaze fixed at some plant on the shelf and her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Atsumu was having none of that, so he snapped his fingers a couple times accompanied with, “Focus, focus. I’m scoldin’ ya here.”
He did manage to get her attention back, but her face remained happy. It was the kind of face Atsumu could never deny.
But no.
He must remain tough.
“I saw ya cuddlin’ with my Omi-Omi on the couch just a while ago.” He squatted on the living room floor just to get on his rival’s level. “I was supposed to be huggin’ him, ya Omi thief.” Atsumu made sure to finish washing the dishes from lunch at that time because Omi told him that they can cuddle and make-out on the couch if he cleaned up quickly and efficiently. It was an offer Atsumu could never refuse.
And yet, despite his best efforts to get there as soon as possible, she beat him to it. Already all over Omi.
His rival didn’t seem to feel any remorse, though. Looked like she could and would do it again. The competition sure was fucking strong.
“Yer evil,” Atsumu concluded just as the little thief happily licked his face. Atsumu could no longer find it in him to stay mad, so he patted her head and stood up to head to the bedroom he and Omi shared.
Before Atsumu entered the room, he pointed at his little opponent. “No more hoggin’ Omi, ya got it?”
She answered in little pants and a snort.
“Cute,” he finally gave in and turned the doorknob.
Once Atsumu entered the bedroom, he spotted Omi under the sheets and went to join him without bothering to close the door, wrapping an arm around Omi’s teeny waist and poking his nose at his neck. Omi hummed and turned over to look directly at Atsumu with a grin. “I hear you’re losing to my dog.”
Atsumu groaned out “I thought ya were asleep!” and tried to bury his face in a pillow in an attempt to hide his humiliation. He could hear Omi giggle in amusement. A pout formed on his lips as he peeked an eye at his boyfriend. “Can’t believe ya heard all that.”
“You’re not exactly the quietest,” Omi said and littered a few kisses over Atsumu’s sporting red cheeks. “You’re so dramatic.”
“Goldie’s evil. I know she’s fully aware of the power she holds!”
“Again, you’re dramatic. Goldie is a saint. She would never.”
And speaking of the devil, the saintly golden retriever ran to their room and stood on her hind legs, the other paws supporting her upper body by planting them on the bed.
“Hey, baby,” Omi cooed at his sweet dog and scratched behind her ears, while Atsumu stuck out his lower lip.
“I wanna be yer baby, too,” Atsumu whined and plopped his chin on Omi’s shoulder, while patting Goldie. Omi snickered and went to thread his fingers through Atsumu’s blond hair.
“My love,” Omi sweetly said with a small smile and it made Atsumu feel things.
“Sweetheart,” Atsumu responded in return, a dopey grin adorning his lips and he dove to press them against Omi’s own.
Goldie seemed to want to join the kissing fiasco, which was why she started licking their faces enthusiastically. Atsumu groaned, helpless and fond of this little moment, even with all the dog spit on his face. Omi didn’t seem to mind either, since all he could do was laugh.
When the laughter died down, Omi told him, “I don’t see why you’re jealous over Goldie. She reminds me of you. In lots of ways.”
Atsumu could only look at Omi in disbelief. Him and Goldie?
Goldie was literally evil, how could an angel like Atsumu compare to her?
( Please spare him, he was in a delusional state of mind. It was obviously the other way around. )
“When I first laid my eyes on Goldie,” Omi started wistfully. “I had immediately thought of you. She was the brightest and happiest dog I’ve ever encountered. Playful little thing.” Goldie had now situated herself on the foot of the bed, crushing their blanketed legs with her weight. She was a big dog. And, oh, she fell asleep.
“How sweet of ya, Omi-Omi,” Atsumu crooned and peppered kisses on Omi’s neck. “Didn’t ya buy her a year before we got together?” He inserted a melodramatic gasp. “Ya loved me for a long time, how embarrassin’~”
Omi turned his nose up and huffed. “Yeah, that is pretty embarrassing. You’re embarrassing. Imagine getting envious of a dog. Couldn’t be me.” He spoke in faux pity, earning a stuck out tongue from the latter.
“She was hoggin’ all my Omi time!” Atsumu shrieked, but not loud enough to wake the dog up.
Omi fondly smiled at that and dragged a thumb lightly over Atsumu’s tanned cheekbone. Atsumu leaned into the touch, melting at the intimacy.
“You’re ridiculous, Atsumu. Stop getting jealous of our dog.” Omi flicked him on the forehead at that and Atsumu scowled with no real heat behind his expression. “You’re my boyfriend , love. Goldie is a dog . The competition literally couldn’t go on par with each other, Tsum.”
Atsumu made an annoyed huff and the arm that wrapped around Omi’s waist tightened its hold. “I can’t marry a dog, Atsumu. I could with you, though. See the perks of being my boyfriend and not my pet?”
The jibe was set aside, with Atsumu focusing on the marriage part. “Ya thinkin’ of marriage? Us?” He could feel a sense of hope swelling in his chest. The tips of Omi’s ears went all red. Atsumu always found that cute.
“Of course, I’ve thought about it,” Omi said in a hushed tone, as if he wanted Atsumu alone to hear him. “I love you.”
His face had gone impossibly warm. Atsumu cupped Omi’s cheek with an unoccupied hand and slotted lips with Omi’s, telling him he loved him too in between kisses.
And Omi was smiling so wide. God, he loved his Omi like this. Atsumu was a goner .
“I’m sleepy,” Omi said and nestled his face on Atsumu’s chest. “Let’s sleep the entire afternoon.” Without waiting for Atsumu’s response, he dozed off just like that.
With everyone in the room fast asleep, Atsumu, too, felt the tiredness kicking in. He yawned and adjusted to a more comfortable position, careful not to wake Goldie and Omi.
“I really need to stop competin’ with a dog,” was Atsumu’s last thought before drifting to sleep, cozied up with his little family.