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Sakusa Kiyoomi’s a sleepy drunk. Atsumu has been watching the way his head keeps falling to the side and how his eyelids almost seem way to heavy for him to keep his eyes open for a while now. He’s been half sitting, half lying on the couch for at least thirty minutes and Atsumu knows his neck is going to hurt in the morning if he lets him just fall asleep like that.
So he doesn’t. Cause he’s a nice person and shit like that.
Atsumu walks towards the couch where Kiyoomi’s sitting. “Omi,” he says, trying to wake up Kiyoomi to no avail. “Hey Omi,” he tries again, gently shaking his shoulder this time.
And that does it, Kiyoomi opens his eyes which are a bit glazy, and frowns at Atsumu before examining the room. “Oh, I fell asleep,” he whispers to himself.
Atsumu chuckles. “Yeah… C’mon, I’ll take ya home,” he says, extending his hand to Kiyoomi who doesn’t take it at first, insisting that he doesn’t need help.
Which is, of course, a lie. Kiyoomi stumbles on his feet and almost falls to the floor, almost , cause Atsumu’s arm moves almost instinctively and wraps around his waist. “Don’t be stubborn, you’re drunk.”
“Sorry, ‘m tired,” Kiyoomi mumbles before wrapping his arm around Atsumu’s shoulders.
They start walking towards the door. “Yeah yeah… c’mon, let’s get you home.”
They bid their goodbyes and leave Bokuto’s apartment.
It’s a very cold night and whenever Atsumu looks right he can see Kiyoomi’s red cheeks and nose. Kiyoomi wraps his arm a little bit tighter around Atsumu’s shoulders and starts walking a little bit faster; maybe the fresh air helped him sober up a little bit.
“Feelin’ okay?” Atsumu asks and it’s so cold he can see his breath.
Kiyoomi makes an affirmative noise. “You’re warm,” he mumbles, making Atsumu feel even warmer inside.
They don’t speak for the rest of the journey and Atsumu’s kinda thankful for that, it’s pretty hard to focus on anything else other than Kiyoomi’s body pressed so closely to his. Thankfully, Kiyoomi’s apartment is pretty close to Bokuto’s, and even though he’s drunk they manage to arrive in less than fifteen minutes.
They get into the elevator together, Kiyoomi presses the button with the number thirteen on it and then kinda slumps against Atsumu. The elevator ride feels fucking eternal but then the door opens and Kiyoomi can walk just fine by himself but still, he waits for Atsumu.
Apartment 1315, Kiyoomi takes his keys out of his pocket and they fall to the floor. Atsumu chuckles before squatting down to pick them up but apparently, Kiyoomi had the same idea so now they’re both squatting down in front of Kiyoomi’s door, Atsumu grabs Kiyoomi’s keys but Kiyoomi grabs the back of Atsumu’s neck and then just… kisses him.
If the kiss lasted for a bit longer Atsumu might’ve been able to taste the alcohol straight from Kiyoomi’s mouth, instead, he pushes him away softly and somehow manages to make himself laugh dryly. “You’re drunk,” he says and god, he hates how shaky his voice sounds.
“Oh,” Kiyoomi mumbles before standing up.
Atsumu opens his door for him and hands him his keys. “Well… ‘night Omi,” he says, wanting to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.
Kiyoomi lingers by the door, not looking at Atsumu in the eye. “Stay,” he whispers.
Atsumu has a knot on his throat and he’s pretty sure his hands are shaking. “Omi,” he says.
“You live far away and trains have stopped running, stay,” he insists.
Atsumu wants to go home, he wants to lay on his bed and maybe scream into his pillow, but Kiyoomi’s a stubborn bastard and he’s drunk so Atsumu complies. “Okay, okay…” he whispers, entering the apartment and closing the door behind him.
Everything smells like Kiyoomi.
“We can share the bed,” Kiyoomi suggests quietly.
“I’ll just take the couch,” he whispers before sitting down, the knot on his throat making it hard to swallow.
Kiyoomi mumbles something that Atsumu doesn’t quite get and then makes his way to his room. Atsumu waits for a few minutes before going to the bathroom where he rummages through Kiyoomi’s cabinets in search of some painkillers. He then grabs him a glass of water and a napkin in which he scribbles an apology.
Kiyoomi’s lying on top of his bed with his shoes still on, Atsumu removes them for him and covers him with a blanket. He then leaves the glass of water on his bedside table along with the painkillers and the note.
He leaves after that. Osamu’s apartment is a thirty-minute walk from there, he makes it in fifteen.
“Hey,” he says the minute Osamu—who clearly had been sleeping before Atsumu woke him up—opens the door.
“What’s wrong?” Osamu asks, letting him in and closing the door behind him.
Atsumu goes straight towards the kitchen. “Uh, nothin’,” he says while rummaging through Osamu’s cupboards. “Can I stay here? Was at Bokkun’s but trains have stopped runnin’.”
Osamu walked towards him. “Sure, could ya like, stop for a second though?” he says, trying not to raise his voice. “What are ya even lookin’ for?”
“A cigarette,” Atsumu says as he checks the drawers.
“I don’t smoke,” Osamu says.
Atsumu just opens the bottom drawer and gives Osamu a look, he then opens the cigarette pack and makes his way to the balcony, making sure to close the door behind him so smoke doesn’t get into the apartment.
He lights the cigarette and takes a long drag. Osamu opens the door and comes to stand right next to him, arms resting on the railing.
“So, gonna tell me what happened?” he asks while signaling for Atsumu to hand him the cigarette.
“Kiyoomi kissed me,” he says as Osamu takes a drag, running his hands all over his face.
“I thought ya liked him.”
Atsumu takes another drag, hating the way the smoke burns his throat. “He was drunk,” he whispers. “Fuck, I really fucking like him ‘Samu and he’s not even gonna remember he kissed me in the morning…” he adds, hoping Osamu will just ignore the way his voice cracked in the end.
“Shit… c’mon ‘Tsumu,” Osamu says, patting him on the back, he’s never been good at comforting people.
“I know,” Atsumu whispers, taking one last drag and crushing the butt on the railing. “I just need to sleep it off.”
“Yeah, you’ll feel better in the mornin’,” Osamu says. “I’ll get ya some blankets.”
They step back inside, Osamu gets Atsumu some sweatpants, blankets, and a pillow. “I think ya should tell him about your feelings,” he says, before heading back to his bedroom.
“Tell Sunarin I said good night,” Atsumu says, completely ignoring Osamu and flopping into the couch.
Kiyoomi’s head hurt, he had fallen asleep on top of his bed and he was still wearing last night’s clothes. On his bedside lay a glass of water, some painkillers and a little note. Right… Atsumu had taken him home last night.
“Sorry, I wish I could’ve stayed,” the note read.
And then everything came back to him; kissing Atsumu, getting rejected, and then inviting him to stay over.
Atsumu had left and god, Kiyoomi had fucked up big time. For some reason, his hungover brain thought it would be a good idea to chug a glass of water, get dressed as quickly as possible, and make his way toward Atsumu’s apartment. He wasn’t home, Kiyoomi sat on the floor and waited for him for what seemed like hours. God, he was pathetic.
“Omi?” he hears after a while, his ass has gone numb and his hands are cold. When he looks up Atsumu’s there, looking down at him. “What are ya doin’ here?”
“You left,” Kiyoomi says while getting up.
“Yeah…”
“Where did you spend the night?”
“At ‘Samu’s, he lives pretty close to ya,” Atsumu answers, avoiding Kiyoomi’s gaze.
“Oh.”
“Why are ya here Omi?” Atsumu asks again, toying with his keys and still not looking at Kiyoomi, he smells like cigarettes. Kiyoomi can tell he’s uncomfortable.
Kiyoomi sighs, maybe he should’ve come prepared with a plan. “Did I do something wrong?” he asks, cursing how desperate he sounds.
Atsumu smiles, or at least tries to. “No, ya didn’t.”
“What does the note even mean?” Kiyoomi asks, getting a little bit exasperated. “What do you mean you wish you could’ve stayed?”
Atsumu laughs dryly, scratching the back of his neck. “Hell, you’re askin’ a lot of questions Omi-kun.”
“C’mon Atsumu.”
“Ya kissed me, Kiyoomi,” Atsumu starts. “Ya kissed me and I really wish I could’ve just laughed it off and crawled into bed next to ya but I just couldn’t… not when you weren’t even going to remember it in the mornin’.”
Kiyoomi’s hands are shaking, Atsumu’s are too. “I wanted to kiss you,” Kiyoomi whispers.
Atsumu interrupts him, finally looking into his eyes. “Cause you were drunk, Kiyoomi.”
“‘Cause I fucking like you, Atsumu,” Kiyoomi says, grabbing Atsumu’s bicep.
And cause Atsumu took him home last night and god, he was so warm.
Atsumu’s looking at him with a frown. “What.”
Kiyoomi laughs, none of this feels real. “I like you and I kissed you cause I’ve been wanting to for the longest time, not cause I was drunk.”
Suddenly Atsumu’s arms come up to wrap around his shoulders and he’s being pulled into a hug and god, Atsumu smells so good but also kinda like cigarettes and Kiyoomi has to hold back from making a snarky remark cause it would totally ruin the moment.
“Kiyoomi,” Atsumu whispers into his ear. “Kiyoomi… I like ya too, so fucking much.”
Kiyoomi’s arms circle Atsumu’s waist, his lips press against Atsumu’s neck once, twice. “Can I kiss you again? I didn’t really do it right the first time.”
Atsumu nods and then he pulls away from the hug. He cradles Kiyoomi’s face between his hands and suddenly Kiyoomi’s a bundle of nerves but Atsumu’s thumb caresses his cheekbone and it’s impossible for Kiyoomi not to lean into his touch. His eyelids flutter close, he feels the press of lips against his forehead and he’s pretty sure Atsumu’s standing on his tippy toes, the thought of that makes him smile.
His hand rests on the junction between Atsumu’s neck and his shoulder, the other one plays with the closely shaven hair on his nape and then Atsumu inches closer, so close Kiyoomi can feel his breath against his lips. It’s agonizingly slow but Kiyoomi likes it that way, no room for misunderstandings.
Kiyoomi’s the one to close the distance and when he presses his lips to Atsumu’s for the second time he feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders cause this time Atsumu’s kissing him back and god, it’s everything Kiyoomi could ever ask for and more. They’re breathless when they part, Kiyoomi’s smiling and Atsumu is too.
Atsumu breaks the silence first, his hands rest on Kiyoomi’s waist. “Wanna… come in for a bit?” He asks with a smile.
Kiyoomi grabs his hand and nods, he’d probably follow Atsumu to the end of the world if he asked.