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⚠️TW panic attacks⚠️
Atsumu had just gotten home from after-school practice. He was tired, all he wanted to do was lie down and hug Kiyoomi.
He closed the front door but as he set his keys down he heard it. Screams. Kiyoomis screams. He ran up the stairs as fast as he could to reach the latter.
He tried to open the bedroom door though it was locked. "Omi, what's wrong?! Open the door!" All he recieved were cries and muffled screams. It broke his heart.
Kiyoomi was sitting against the door. He hated this. He didn't feel safe. His mysophobia was acting up again. He didn't even feel clean in his own clothes.
His hands were dry from how much he had washed them in the last 10 minutes. He was shuffling and squirming around.
"I hate this 'tsumu, I just want to be clean.." he cried to the other. "I'm sorry Omi.." he replied. At this point he had caught on with what was happening.
Kiyoomi's breathing sped up, he couldn't take this. Atsumu hated seeing his beloved in pain like this.
He rushed down the stairs and back up them again with a spare key into the bedroom. When he opened the door he found kiyoomi now in the private bathroom.
He had ripped his shirt off, washing his hands again and again. Everytime the soap was washed off he just applied more.
"Omi! Stop it! You're just damaging your skin!"
He grabbed Sakusas hands and held them tight in his own. They locked eyes for a good minute. Both with dry mouths, Atsumu wrapped his arms around Sakusa and held him tight, Kiyoomi digging his head into 'tsumu's chest still sobbing. "I'm sorry 'tsumu.. I'm so dirty. My skin was practically itching all over." Miya sighed. "You don't have to apologise Omi, we promised we would get through this together. We knew there would be ups and downs but we'll get through this." Sakusa looked up at the latter again. "Thank you. For everything."