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It was an absolute no-brainer to just know Atsumu relished being in the spotlight– even if it wasn’t there. For starters, if someone were to make sense of this disastrous equation of a person, and take account of his handsome, chiseled face, then add a high school sport to that equation, plus the added bonus of being genuinely talented in it, they would easily draw the conclusion of this vexing young man being a complete stuck up.
And with this culmination, it wasn’t surprising that all of these components shot his ego up tenfold ; that sort of thing was inevitable. It was like asking the Hydrogen bonds of water to not break apart when it was at boiling temperature. It was just natural, a way of life that could not be stopped.
His brash and daring nature had always shone on the court, being the setter would make him the star, the sun, the gravity of it all. That was his role– or the one he took on without being told to do so.
The court was dependent on his skill, meaning every player was dependent on Atsumu. He was the independent variable in this sublime, controlled experiment. He was the control center; holding the ropes for the monsters he played with. So day on day out, a volleyball would be methodically set to a pin, against a wall, in the air above him, or to the awaiting outstretched hand of one of his hitters.
So it was once again natural, like the constant ebb and flow of the tides from the constant, unchanging gravitational pull of the moon, that if these supposed monsters weren’t playing at the level he was, he had absolutely no reason to be nice to them.
Why would he be working his ass off for them to be shit players? For them to be let downs? For them to be dead weight to him?
So yeah, Miya Atsumu was not only attention-seeking but an asshole. A diabolical tango of characteristics that would make him fairly off-putting,
to everyone but Kiyoomi.
Kiyoomi hadn’t truly meant to let himself go too far overboard with his emotions, but Lord , anyone with two eyes could tell that Atsumu was as fine as fine could get (even with his asshole-like tendencies.) He was the finest of wines on the planet.
And Kiyoomi, unwillingly, wanted a taste.
It was not a surprise that when Kiyoomi, (fresh out of college) joined the MSBY team and saw the man of his (sex) dreams, his brain went: 403 Forbidden Error !!!
Atsumu had absolutely no right to look that good, and Kiyoomi wanted to curse him for it. Curse the Gods, but how could he? Hell, Atsumu aged so well (you know… the wine…) that Kiyoomi wanted to sprint to the bathrooms and–
Atsumu’s once piss-colored locks were expertly crafted to resemble soft yellows, those that would accent highlights of the morning sun in a field of pale flowers. His hazel eyes were warm and inviting, seemingly putting Kiyoomi into a stupor.
And God , his broad shoulders, his thighs, his narrow waist–
It left absolutely everything to one’s imagination, and Kiyoomi’s mind was (thankfully) for once, dormant. Blank. Barren.
Kiyoomi.exe has stopped working.
This was arguably a good thing because he would have actually begun to froth at the mouth, start panting like a dog, and begin moaning. Which he didn’t. He stood there, shoulders raised near his ears, stiff like a needle, hands stuffed in his tracksuit jacket with his eyes trained on the prize, the God, the hunk, the–
34+35 was beginning to make sense to Kiyoomi.
He hadn’t even realized Atsumu walked up to him, hand propped on his dangerously thin waist, eyebrow cocked up, and a huge smirk tugging on his lips.
A bead of sweat rolling down Atsumu’s temple pulled Kiyoomi from his trance. (Not really, he just had the urge to lick it off…)
Kiyoomi shook his head to rid his mind of these thoughts and did what he did best,
stayed completely silent and ignored the problem at hand.
Three years from that day when he walked into the gym, proceeded to have a religious experience, and subsequently walked out with absolute filth brewing in his mind, he found himself with Atsumu in his arms,
while Atsumu filmed a TikTok video on their two-year anniversary
It was a very anti-climatic confession from the setter and an even worse response from Kiyoomi himself. Atsumu had sent an Instagram meme post of two cats cuddling one another that said: this, this could be us. (Kiyoomi responded back with a small, curt, okay, but he was indeed, not okay. He was giggling into his pillows, muffling his shrieks, jumping up and down, the whole shebang.)
And the result was, well, this.
Kiyoomi was never one for having a social media presence (if his terrible coming-together with Atsumu didn’t already speak wonders to that notion). The social media fanatic was Atsumu.
Hell, no one besides select family members and friends even knew that the two were in a very healthy, committed relationship.
Atsumu respected Kiyoomi’s wish to not publicly display their love for others to see, as he would rather want it to be very minimalized. Atsumu was his, and well, they didn’t need thousands, if not millions, of eyes prying into that information.
However, that didn’t mean Atsumu hadn’t found ways to indirectly show Kiyoomi off. It was just genetic at this point, considering his very long history of showing off his most prized possessions, ranging from his first medal from volleyball to his best setter award, to his now gorgeous boyfriend.
So yes, it was accidental at first,
scratch that,
it was a complete accident for Atsumu to get caught .
Atsumu had posted a TikTok onto his public account at the beginning of their relationship with him hugging Kiyoomi. And to be fair, Kiyoomi’s back was to the camera, his head full of curls tucked into a red beanie (one that Atsumu had gifted to him after cackling about how it complimented his pale-grotesquely looking skin so well), to the point that any form of resemblance was virtually zero. It was supposed to be a gentle reminder of their steadfast love for one another, (at least that’s what Atsumu phrased it as) yet it still ended up blowing up.
Kiyoomi had found out through the MSBY group chat. (out of all fucking places, too.)
Hinata
ATSUMU
ATSUMU
MIYAAAAAA
UR FAMOUS
>> link
Meian
Miya, you got anything you need to tell us?
Bo
AHHHH
OMG
WHO IS THAT
IS THAT
WHO I THINK IT IS
ATSUMU ANSWER UR PHONE DAMMIT
Inunaki
it was honestly abt time.
atsumu, tell ur twin he owes me money !!!
Omi
What is happening?
Why is Bokuto yelling?
ohmygod
What link is that…
Atsumu, I will murder you.
Kiyoomi, like the mature man he was, calmly called Atsumu to come over, and Atsumu was there fairly quickly. It was a funny sight for Kiyoomi to witness as Atsumu walked in, head hung low and eyes a bit watery, like a child that got caught stealing chocolate past their bedtime.
And boy, did Atsumu get caught; abso-fuckin-lutely red-handed.
After that, Kiyoomi just made sure to just give a thumbs up to whatever TikTok video Atsumu wanted to post of the two as long as he could laugh alongside Atsumu about the comments that would flood the account.
And weirdly enough, he got used to the thirsty-ass comments on Atsumu’s shirtless videos from after the gym, or his very much intentional thirst videos. It was funny because everything they wanted Atsumu to do to them, Atsumu did to him or vice versa.
It was an oddly fulfilling feeling to be the superior; the one Atsumu wanted.
It was a slightly dangerous thought, that he pushed away into the deepest nook and crevice of his mind.
Cue the couple, with Atsumu detangling himself from the bajillion covers that Kiyoomi had nested them into during the ripe time of winter. Though Atsumu always ran hot, he found it grossly endearing how Kiyoomi would pout and even stomp his slipper-covered feet (sometimes) to escape the cold and sleep comfortably in Atsumu’s arms.
Atsumu reached to the bed stand and grabbed his phone, eyes squinting in attempts to get used to the sudden bright light. He quickly tapped away at some messages, emails and then turned his attention to his TikTok account.
Atsumu had gained popularity fairly quickly on the app, his good looks were one of biggest the reasons. Sue him, he was hot, no one could deny it.
However, he had his “mysterious” lover to thank as well for being famous, everyone was intrigued (and equally saddened) to figure out who had bagged the attractive setter.
The most recent, was a hit.
It was just a video of him snuggling into a covered chest. That was all it was. And yet everyone was going feral because of it.
Over Atsumu’s face snuggled in between two very muscular pecs covered by clothes, clothes !
The nerves of people these days, seriously.
But Atsumu couldn’t help but scroll through the comment and laugh at them.
miyaatsumuenthusiast:
when is it my turn to be smothered by tiddies ♡ 123.8k
atsumuloverrr replied to miyaatsumuenthusiast:
respectfully, there is a line. ♡ 534
atsumusthighs:
i want atsumu to **** ** until * *** and then **** ** ***** ***** **** ♡ 81.9k
atsumustoes:
foot reveal? ♡1.3k
for u or ur s/o ♡ 284
onigirimiyaofficial:
not again. ♡ 145.6k
msbyslut:
yall got room for another? ♡ 89.5k
miya.atsu.thighs:
i have an uncontrollable urge to growl ♡ 42.3k
atsumuloverrr replied to miya.atsu.thighs:
me too ♡ 11.2k
hinatashoyoluvr
,,,,,,atsumu,,,,,,,,, what…… i’m….. ▼・ᴥ・▼ ,,, help im a dog ♡ 3.4k
menace4
oh, she purrin purrin (i’m a guy btw) ♡ 22.3k
atsuluvr replied to menace4:
Oh yeah he has that effect on u <3!!!! No complaints tho - a guy ♡ 1.2k
Atsumu, (true to his credulous nature) found himself replying to the foot reveal comment. (But like the good boyfriend he was, screenshotted the last comment he saw– the purrin purrin one– to show to Kiyoomi when he woke up later that morning.)
Atsumu once again found himself filming a TikTok, this time of him showing off Kiyoomi’s sock-covered feet, socks with smiley faces on them all over. A gag-gift from years prior, but Kiyoomi seemed to love them despite his insistent no’s .
Atsumu had his face next to them and pressed record.
He smiled at the camera sweetly, though his eyes were narrowed dangerously. “To answer yer question, uh…” Atsumu chuckled softly. “ Atsumustoes , my boyfriend says ya gotta pay him, like a fuck ton, and I dunno if ya even gotta fuck ton of money on ya. He ain’t showin’ that shit to y’all for free. But seriously, if ya got that sorta money, DM me for his OnlyFans.”
Kiyoomi’s foot pushed the phone away slightly, and Atsumu pouted at the screen before continuing, one of his hands grabbing Kiyoomi’s foot just to be annoying. Kiyoomi made a garbled, muted noise in retaliation.
“And well, for me? Only my sweet boyfriend gets to see them, so ‘till next time!”
Atsumu smiled at the camera one last time, popping a peace sign into the frame before stopping the recording and letting go of Kiyoomi’s foot.
“I hate you, Atsumu,” Kiyoomi mumbled out, one his hands massaging the slight pain away as a result of Atsumu’s vice grip.
Atsumu stuck out his tongue in response before giggling. “Ya love me, Omi Omi. Ya wouldn’t ever let someone touch yer feet, ya feet hater.”
Kiyoomi’s eyes glazed over with disinterest. He shrugged before saying, “Feet are gross.”
Atsumu hummed, arm outstretched to latch onto Kiyoomi’s feet, but his boyfriend swatted his hand away rather roughly.
Sitting comfortably on the floor, Atsumu sighed in defeat before watching the video once more to make sure Kiyoomi’s face never popped up on the screen. (It didn’t)
It never did.
Atsumu simply posted the video with a caption of: “im gonna suck his toes tonight <3” and turned off his phone, jumping onto Kiyoomi lying down on the couch.
Kiyoomi, though, let him suck on something else that night.
Another day,
another slay.
A mantra fitted for Atsumu’s I-don’t-give-a-fuck-lifestyle .
So when he did his daily trudge at the kitchen table through the wannabe-Musically app, he found a notification waiting to be opened by his finger.
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Atsumu had to really think for a second. What exactly could have put him in this position? He knew which video it referred to, unfortunately. The foot one. But why? Wasn’t that exactly what the public wanted from the couple?
He must’ve been wearing his thoughts on his head like a fucking bullseye because a voice rang out softly in the room: “You’re thinking way too much, Atsumu. You’ll give yourself a headache, and I don’t want your pretty little head exploding from it.”
Atsumu glanced up from his seat at the dining table, eyes narrowing onto Kiyoomi’s disgruntled figure that had appeared.
“Shuddup, I’m smarter than ya, dipshit.”
Kiyoomi grinned at him, striding to the fridge to pull out some ingredients for breakfast. He hummed softly to himself before placing on his pink “ Hot Mama ” apron around his body. (Another gag gift from a year prior.)
“Why, just ‘cause you took college preparatory classes in high school?”
Atsumu frowned, it was a fairly obvious answer to his question so why was he asking it?
“Duh.”
Kiyoomi sauntered over to Atsumu, caging him in his arms. Atsumu felt Kiyoomi’s breath close to his neck. He shivered.
“Well,” a low voice. “Who actually went to University?”
Atsumu shoved Kiyoomi away playfully, scowling. “God, I hate ya.”
Kiyoomi slinked away towards the sink to wash his hands. “I take that answer as an I win .”
Atsumu pouted in response but returned his attention back to his phone screen. After a moment, he spoke again,
“Omi, why do ya think one of my posts got taken down?”
The sink turned off as Kiyoomi turned on the stove, cranking the dial. He hummed before turning towards Atsumu.
“Maybe because it was too suggestive? I don’t know Atsu , but you do like to flaunt how hot you are all the time.” He turned back to the stove, cracking an egg on a pan, huffing to himself. “Though, I’m not complaining. You are hot, added bonus.”
Atsumu smiled. “God, I love you.”
Kiyoomi snorted. “I love you too, but seriously, your comments are like, crazy, maybe that’s why.”
“Oh yeah, remember the person who commented a whoppin’ 45 times on a video, all somehow sayin’ they wanted to peg me or ride me with that cringey doe-eyed, pouty emoji?”
Kiyoomi giggled again, adding some salt and spinach to the cooking eggs. “Yes, I remember that. It’s kinda hard not to.”
A brief moment of silence stretched between the two, only the soft sizzle of breakfast cooking echoing in the apartment.
It didn’t last long as Atsumu came up with an idea.
“Omi, what if I post a video of yer hands?”
Kiyoomi just sighed and turned off the stove, scraping the eggs onto two plates, ready to serve.
“It’s not like I can even say no.”
Atsumu began recording, making sure to include his money-makers into the frame. (read: chest up to his face)
No one was ready for this post.
If the audience went feral over Atsumu’s hands, begging him to do indescribable things to them, the world was not ready for Kiyoomi’s hands.
Which in reality is the weirdest fucking thing to be attracted to, but Atsumu loved the attention. (The PR hated Atsumu for all the attention he brought, though.)
“Heya guys! It’s Atsumu and today I wanted ta talk ‘bout my last video.” He smiled and let out a chuckle. “As ya know I made one ‘bout my boyfriend's feet and I never gotta see y’alls comments since it got taken down, so I thought, what can I do that’ll be even better?”
Atsumu stuck out his tongue as he faked thinking diligently. Then he gasped for good measure.
“I can do a reveal of his hands!”
A muffled “shut the fuck up” rang through the room, and Atsumu got up to sulk over towards Kiyoomi.
Atsumu smiled unabashedly as one of Kiyoomi’s pale, slim hands entered the frame to flick off the camera. There were a couple of moles dotted on his middle finger, and Atsumu just said “ moo. ”
He moved the camera away a bit before smirking at the phone. “Have at it, my followers. I will be awaitin’ y’alls comments, per usual.”
Then he stopped recording and began his process of posting it. However, a hand swatted his phone out of his hands so that it landed onto the rug, and onto his feet. He yelled out some curses, scrabbling to grab his phone and relieve the pain thundering on his foot.
He barely gets up before an angry voice filled the air:
“Did you just fuckin’ moo at the camera?”
“... Yes?”
Kiyoomi threw a pillow at Atsumu’s face.
“You are so fucking insufferable.”
It was easy to fall into a rhythm after that. Posting videos that would gain thousands, if not millions, of likes, as well as causing the entire world to continue to fall in love with his curly-haired, aloof boyfriend– without actually knowing it was him. It was a continuously running joke between Atsumu and his fans, and Atsumu, the entertainer he was, loved to relish in it.
miyasdelicioustiddies:
dick reveal?????hahahahaa????? ♡ 356.4k
A post in response.
“In yer fuckin’ dreams.” Atsumu blew a raspberry at the phone like the petulant child he was.
“Why don’t ya just stick with just my humongous tits? Somethin’ wrong with them for ya, miyasdelicioustiddies ?” A pout lingered on his lips. “Maybe I gotta give y’all a show after I finish my next routine at the gym.”
atsumusbitch:
ass reveal? ♡ 117.5k
Another post in response.
It was a video of Kiyoomi’s backside in their kitchen as he was whipping up some sort of atrocious recipe. (Atsumu loved the man through and through, but his cooking was just– not good.)
As he was about to bend down to reach into a cabinet for a pot, Atsumu’s face popped up on the screen, eyebrows scrunched up as he shot it a withering glare.
“What’re ya lookin’ at, scrub?”
boobz:
i know others REALLY want that d*ck reveal… but,,,, voice reveal? ♡ 84.8k
This one made Atsumu smile fondly like when he had shared his first kiss with Kiyoomi. It was so innocent and sweet of a request. It made a small jolt of warmth spread throughout his cheeks as he kept this comment pinned on the previous video.
He knew exactly what to warrant this request with, and with evil intent, he planned the video out.
It wasn’t until their weekly run to the grocery store that his plan would begin to unfurl before him. In a terribly shitty quality-like video zoomed in to only a quarter of Atsumu’s face, he recorded Kiyoomi’s singing voice. It was smooth, rich like honey gold. It could lull Atsumu to sleep if he wasn’t shaking in excitement and nerves.
“I’m Mr. Loverman,
Oh, and I miss my lover.” *
Atsumu posted it as quickly as possible, knowing that if Kiyoomi found this out– he did soon enough– he would murder him, no if’s, what’s, or but’s about it.
And attempt did he do. Later that night, Atsumu found himself running away in pure fear as Kiyoomi chased him around with a fuzzy, bunny slipper (again, another gag gift) throughout the house.
At some point, he was able to successfully lock himself in a closet and beg for mercy.
(“Open.” a hard knock. “The.” Another thunderous knock punctuated the otherwise silent house. “Fucking.” A series of bangs. “Door.”
“Will ya calm down…”
The doorknob began to rattle in retaliation.
“Imma take that as a hard no .”)
atsumuswhore:
can we PLEASE have a chromosomal reveal? pls ♡ 23.4k
Another video.
This one just consisted of Atsumu blinking at the camera for a solid minute, astonished. Then proceeded to add clown festival-themed music to the post. (This one gathered up a whopping 2 million likes, surprisingly.)
At this point, the joke had run thin for Atsumu and Kiyoomi, but it was still fun to get the comments. Atsumu loved his (and Kiyoomi’s) fan base, even with all of the… oddities that came along with it. And even with all the protests from Kiyoomi arguing that he did not like the indirect popularity in any way, his insistent complaining, and whatever pouty face that casually made its way on his face about ninety percent of the time, Atsumu knew he was an actual sweetheart to it all.
But it did take some begging and kissing and some more begging, for Kiyoomi to reluctantly agree to Atsumu’s idea for the app after a long hiatus.
If the world was not ready for Atsumu’s thighs, Kiyoomi’s pale, slender fingers, and whatever crack he had posted on there, the world was certainly not ready for this .
(Atsumu gave himself a mental pat on the back for his (arguably) huge mind!)
Shaking with nerves, waves of exhilaration pouring into his heart and veins, and probably the most overwhelming feelings of enthrallment pulsating within every nerve of his body, he pressed record.
There he was in a huge hall in his beige suit, a darker brown tie accenting his outfit alongside a clipped-on pale-blue flower accessory, smiling unabashedly at the camera.
“Hiya guys, sorry for the long-ass break, but I assure ya this’ll make it up to y’all.”
He grinned brightly at someone off-camera and beckoned them closer, and to the untrained eye, the innocent onlooker would miss the flash of gold decorating his ring finger.
A hand grasped gently onto Atsumu’s, and Atsumu pulled the long-awaited mysterious lover of his into the frame.
With a fond smile– reserved only for Kiyoomi– Atsumu kissed his cheek softly, watching as Kiyoomi froze slightly, for his face only to burn a bright red.
In sync, (which they definitely did not practice) they flipped off the camera, Atsumu clinging onto Kiyoomi, for millions to later witness once he posted the video, as they showed off their matching gold bands.
A chaste kiss found its home onto Kiyoomi’s lips, before the two lovers, spoke in unison.
“ Husband reveal .”