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Sakusa Kiyoomi woke up to an empty bed on a seemingly inconspicuous Saturday morning; he had been wrapped like a burrito in all of the blankets and sheets, successfully sheltering him from the cold winter morning. Someone was calling his phone, he decided to let it ring for a bit, he was just so warm and comfortable.
The ringing stopped, he snuggled deeper into the warmth, nuzzling into his pillow, and then his phone started ringing again. He begrudgingly released one of his arms from the blanket cocoon and picked up his phone without even opening his eyes.
“What,” he said, his voice rough with sleep. Kiyoomi absolutely hated getting woken up.
“Dude,” it was Motoya. Kiyoomi held the phone a little bit further away from his ear, better safe than sorry. “That’s literally the cutest shit I’ve ever seen, how are you feeling,” he added.
Kiyoomi rubbed his eyes. “What are you talking about ‘Toya,” he mumbled, opening his eyes.
“Huh? You haven’t seen the video Miya posted?” Kiyoomi made a negative noise. “Dude! Go check out his Instagram, like, right now!” Motoya said, hanging up quickly.
Kiyoomi sat up as he typed in Atsumu’s handle on the Instagram search bar. The sheets fell off his shoulders and he immediately started to miss the warmth, he also missed Atsumu’s snoring body next to his’; they usually slept in on the weekends but on (very) rare occasions Atsumu woke up early to go to the gym or on runs.
There was a new post on Atsumu’s profile, a video; Kiyoomi’s eyes shifted to the caption of the video which read “ for him”. His heart raced as he pressed play.
“I’ve been going out with Kiyoomi since I was eighteen.” Atsumu started narrating as a picture of them from when they were eighteen appeared on screen; they were in their high school volleyball uniforms standing side to side, their cheeks were really red and Atsumu’s hair was a mess. Kiyoomi’s mom had forced them to take that picture on the last day of training camp; nobody knew that they had kissed for the first time right before taking it.
“He likes volleyball and the winter. Animals, especially birds and golden retrievers, which is like… weirdly specific. Books that aren’t too long, the smell of cleaning products, mint chocolate chip ice cream, and getting up early to watch the sunrise, he always crawls back into bed afterward though.” Kiyoomi could practically hear Atsumu’s smile widening as he kept talking, he could practically hear his own heart too, beating so loudly it seemed as though it wanted to leap straight out of his ribcage.
“Surprisingly, he also likes me… yeah, I know it’s a bit hard to believe. He likes to cuddle a lot, even though he would never admit it out loud, he’s a horrible cook, he is two inches taller than me and he teases me about it every time he can.” Kiyoomi chuckled, feeling a knot start to form in his throat.
“I think he’s the prettiest person in the world and I really fucking love him… like, a whole lot,” Atsumu said in the video before the screen faded to black.
Kiyoomi’s vision had gone blurry, he hadn’t even noticed he had started crying. “Atsumu!” he yelled as he got out of bed. He ran down the hall and found Atsumu sitting cross-legged on their couch.
“Good mornin’,” he said with a smile, Kiyoomi’s heart ached.
He was just… so overwhelmed with love for this man all he could do was throw himself into his arms. “What the fuck,” he mumbled into the crook of his neck before pressing his lips to Atsumu’s pulse point.
“Ya saw it?” Atsumu asked, slipping his fingers under Kiyoomi’s shirt and tracing his spine with his fingertips, making Kiyoomi shiver.
Kiyoomi nodded. “Why weren’t you in bed?” he then asked, sitting up and straddling Atsumu’s hips.
Atsumu brought his hands up to Kiyoomi’s face, wiping his tears with his thumbs. “I was nervous, thought you might think it was too much or somethin’...”
They had been talking about making their relationship public for a while; the Olympic committee had become much more open-minded over the years and a few Japanese Olympic athletes had already come out as openly queer. There wasn’t much of a threat to their careers now, they had nothing to lose. They were in love.
They hadn’t exactly discussed the how though. “I love you,” Kiyoomi said, pressing his lips to Atsumu’s mouth. “I love you so fucking much Atsumu.”
Atsumu ran his thumb over Kiyoomi’s bottom lip before leaning back in, kissing him deeply, lips slotting against each other with practiced ease. Kiyoomi felt Atsumu smile into the kiss and not long after they were both too busy giggling to keep kissing.
Kiyoomi brought his hand up to Atsumu’s cheek, caressing his cheekbone with his thumb. “Y’know… you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispered, pressing his lips to Atsumu’s forehead.
Atsumu chuckled, pulling Kiyoomi closer so they were both fully lying on the couch. “That’s pretty sappy Kiyoomi,” he said but Kiyoomi noted his eyes were a little bit glazy.
“Says the one who made a whole video professing his love for me,” Kiyoomi retorted, nuzzling up against Atsumu’s chest.
“D’ya think we’ll go viral?” Atsumu asked as he absentmindedly ran his fingers through Kiyoomi’s hair.
“God I hope not, that picture of us at training camp is so fucking embarrassing.”
They did, indeed, go viral. Kiyoomi was way too happy to be embarrassed about it.