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The golden threads of sunlight seeping in through the windows did nothing but illuminate the darkness of Kiyoomi’s curls. His cheek was squished to the pillow, a small trickle of drool escaping the corner of his soft mouth. To anyone else, this image of pro-athelete Sakusa Kiyoomi would look like a tweet-worthy post. It would certainly entertain their fanbase, maybe even spark up someone to hate on Sakusa for looking so perfect in his sleep. However, to Miya Atsumu, this moment was one that couldn’t be described by his words alone.
To him, this image of Kiyoomi was sacred, it was reserved for only him to see. His beautiful lover was laying there, face smooth and stress-free. His delicate eyelashes contrasted darkly against his beautiful skin. The way his hair fell freely in a state of disarray was a sight to behold, like one of the world’s natural wonders. Atsumu’s perfect boyfriend was breathing in and out softly, probably dreaming about drinking coffee or tea while reading a book on their off day. That day happened to be today; Saturday.
Atsumu knew of all the things there was to see in the world, and even knowing them all would never even come close to feeling the same way he felt as he watched the sunlight sitting on Kiyoomi’s face right now. Even though there were a million things he should be doing instead of running his fingers through dark, enchanting curls, he couldn’t help but forget it all, sitting on the bed sheets he shared with his lover. He was so ready to wake him up with soft kisses and cuddles. He could lose himself in these thoughts forever.
Let it be us, just like this, forever.
ring~ring~ring~
Atsumu panicked, quickly searching for his phone as it rang loudly, fearing it would awaken his lover who really didn’t like being woken up. Kiyoomi grunted softly, turning over in his sleep, seeming not to have heard the phone.
“Hello?” He huffed in an annoyed tone, not trying to be rude, but who the fuck was calling him at 5:00am.
“Tsumu,” Osamu. “Sorry to bother ya, but I really need yer help opening the store today, someone called out ‘cuz they had something unexpected come up.”
Atsumu groaned and ran a hand over his face, “Seriously? I mean yeah I’ll come, but why the hell did you feel the need to call me at this damn time?”
“I got a huge order scheduled for a school today. All this rice can’t make itself, can it?” Osamu yawned, sounding tired as well. Even though the older twin really wasn’t looking forward to leaving his beloved Omi alone on one of their only days off, he couldn’t just not help his brother. He would feel guilty forever. So, he reluctantly got up.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in 30, ya scrub. Bye.” He hung up, stretching as he walked around to Kiyoomi’s side of the bed.
“Hey, babe,” He shook him slightly, earning a very annoyed groan from his lover, “Babe, Omi,” Another groan, no reply, so he shook him harder. “Omi.”
“What the fuck do you want, Atsumu?” He let out another annoyed grunt and a sigh, he didn’t even bother to open his eyes as he turned his body towards the voice talking to him. Kiyoomi wasn’t really a morning person.
“Omi, Imma go help Samu open the restaurant today, I won’t be here for breakfast, baby.” He kissed above his eyebrow, chuckling at his grumpy boyfriend. “I’ll be back later, Love you.”
“Yeah, yeah, love you.” Kiyoomi grumbled, turning back over and falling asleep immediately. Atsumu shook his head, chuckling as he left the room, but not before laying one more kiss to the top of Sakusa’s head.
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Today was a Saturday, and on Saturday’s everyone on the msby team got a break. They could relax and have fun, or stay in and hang out. Kiyoomi usually preferred to stay in, preferably with his annoying, bottle-blonde boyfriend who always cooked him the best breakfast and woke him up with kisses. Even though he wasn’t really a morning person, he had to admit, Atsumu made him cherish waking up next to him, no matter how grumpy he was.
However, upon first opening his eyes, Kiyoomi found that his boyfriend was in fact, not next to him and not cooking breakfast. He thought he might have been mistaken when cheking the calendar, but no, it was indeed saturday. A saturday that he had not been awoken with kisses or cuddles, so where the fuck was his boyfriend.
There were no calls, no texts, or notes anywhere. He tried calling, texting, even shooting a few teamates some texts asking if they knew where Atsumu was, but no one seemed to know a single thing.
Kiyoomi was a reasonable man, always waiting for an explanation before he decided to make his final call. He always waited to hear all sides of every story before making his judgement, but you take a man’s Saturday morning kisses and you lose that. He was pissed. Pissed at Miya Atsumu for leaving him like this.
They had been waiting all week for Saturday to arrive so that they could finally spend some time together, doing coupley things. Throughout the entire week, they had been so busy with practice or personal things with friends or family that they hadn’t gotten a single moment to be together. A whole week with nothing but a goodnight or good morning kiss, and Kiyoomi was so very close to losing his mind. He wanted his boyfriend.
So yes, he was very angry with his boyfriend. So angry, in fact, that he was sad. He couldn’t help the way his emotions switched up on him. Maybe one could say he was being childish, but he really hated the way the bed was cold when he awoke. Kiyoomi never thought he would be so in love with someone to the point where he couldn’t function without them.
For the entirety of the day, all he could do was laze around, eat, and watch tv, seeing as Atsumu wasn’t answering any messages or calls. Kiyoomi felt so lonely, seeing signs of his boyfriend all around their home, like he was there but not really there. It made the hole in his heart grow wider. And then the voices started.
He left you. He’s not coming back. You finally wore him out. He found someone new. He doesn’t want you anymore. He’s ignoring you on purpose. He thinks you’re ugly. He found someone more atractive. He found someone who has something you don’t.
His eyes stung as the hateful words planted themselves into his brain. He didn’t know why there were such ugly things going on in his mind now, all he wanted was for Atsumu to be home, how did that thought turn into these other horrific thoughts. He sobbed, trying to frantically wipe his eyes to clear his vision. Of course he knew none of it was true, because he could see the way Atsumu’s eyes lit up when he looked at him.
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It was almost sunset when Atsumu finally got his key out, ready to unlock the entrance of his and Kiyoomi’s home. The comforting smell of oranges hit his nose as soon as he entered, toeing off his shoes, taking a few seconds to fix them in their rightful spot. He knew Kiyoomi would nag at him if he were to do otherwise, claiming that “Someone is going to trip over those.”
“Omi, babe?” He hollered, shrugging off his jacket. Atsumu stood puzzled, no response came from his lover, maybe he wasn’t home? He decided to finally turn toward their living room area, and there was Kiyoomi, sitting as pretty as a painting. He smiled warmly at the domestic picture. “Hey, omi, how’s your day been, baby?”
His boyfriend finally turned from the TV to face him, and the sight broke Atsumu’s heart. Kiyoomi’s eyes were rimmed red and puffy, a clear sign that he had been crying, which was strange because his stoic boyfriend wasn’t one to shed tears unless something big happened.
“Miya.” oh no, the blonde inhaled sharply. He called him by his last name, meaning he was angry. Atsumu held his breath as he cautiously walked to the couch, taking a seat next to his scary boyfriend.
“Omi…” He kept a foot distance between them, afraid to cross a line that might have been drawn by the latter, he wasn’t trying to be dramatic or anything, it’s just that Kiyoomi was always touchy about physical contact, even with Atsumu himself. Especially when he was mad.
“Where the hell were you? You didn’t answer any calls or messages.” Kiyoomi stared straight into his eyes as he spoke. “Do you know what day it is?”
“Sorry about that,” He raised an eyebrow, “My phone was dead, Omi, I promise.” Atsumu turned his whole body to face his boyfriend. “I swear! I woke you up this morning before I left to tell ya that I was gonna help Samu open the shop.”
“It’s Saturday.” Kiyoomi’s lip wobled, “I didn’t feel you wake me up.” Maybe he felt like he was being selfish, just expecting for Atsumu to wake him up with kisses, like he owed it to him. He shouldn’t just expect someone to cancel their plans, even if they were last minute, just to make him happy. “Sorry.”
“Kiyoomi, what are ya apologizing for? It’s my fault for not making sure you were fully conscious to hear me tell ya.” Atsumu reached out to cup the other man’s face in the palm of his hand, “I’m the one who should be sayin’ sorry, baby.”
Kiyoomi melted into the touch, feeling the warmth he had been missing all day travel through his body. “Missed you.” He let out a breath he might have been holding all day, closing the distance between them to straddle his boyfriend into a hug.
“Missed ya too, Omi.” Atsumu let Kiyoomi dig his face into the crook of his neck. It was rare to see his boyfriend like this, pliant and soft. It was always a heavenly moment to be able to hold him like this, in such a vulnerable state. No one else could see him like this. Maybe he was thinking these things to protect Kiyoomi, or maybe it was more of a selfish thought that wanted this Kiyoomi only for himself. Probably both.
“Atsu,” Kiyoomi lifted his head up from where he was laying it, taking a moment to look into his lover’s eyes, “The way I acted today, it's because, well, I was…anxious.”
“What do you mean?” Atsumu’s eyes searched his darker ones, hands moving to his waist.
“I was scared…” He looked down, “I mean I woke up and you weren’t there, and it’s Saturday, so I thought you didn’t care anymore. Th-” He stopped to catch his breath, a knot forming in his throat. “Thought you were tired of me, because I know I’m not the easiest person to be aroun-”
Atsumu shut him up with a kiss. It was soft, gentle, and sweet, and it did what it was meant to do, making Kiyoomi sniffle, a couple tears escaping his eyes as he closed them. The feeling of their lips sliding on one another was like a dream, a dream where the air was so clear and fresh, not a single ounce of pollution there to ruin it. The sun was shining in a gentle glow, its light sitting on them just right, as if they were straight out of a Greek myth. Their limbs tangling together, flowing naturally and smooth as an oil painting.
They pulled away from each other slowly, eyes fluttering open up to the other’s, Kiyoomi’s eyelashes as pretty as butterfly wings. Just the mere fact that such ugly thoughts paraded around his lover’s mind made his heart ache.
“Please, never think such things ever, my love.” Atsumu barely spoke above a whisper as his hand came up to tuck a stray curl behind Kiyoomi’s ear. “I will never, ever get tired of ya, I don’t know why such a thought came to ya. You are it for me, Omi, ya have been ever since I first saw ya. Yer my forever, I promise.”
Kiyoomi felt his heart thump loudly. He would never understand how he got so lucky as to have this god of a man be his. He didn’t need to hear anything else from him. This was more than enough. “Astu, You’re my forever too.” He sniffled, pulling his lover in for another sweet kiss, curing all his ailing in the process.
So yes, Atsumu may have forgotten to wake him up with kisses and cuddles on this Saturday, but Kiyoomi decided that it was okay. He didn’t need that specific moment to feel loved by the man and he didn’t need to feel so insecure. Miya Atsumu really had always made him feel like the most beautiful man in the world, and he didn’t have to worry about someone else taking him from him. Kiyoomi trusted that man with his life, for the rest of it.