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The perception of things varies according to the person, some could declare as the roses were the most beautiful flowers, while others defend to cloak and sword, that the carnations were in fact, the most beautiful flowers. Atsumu personally considered sunflowers to be the most beautiful.
Although there were much more beautiful things, in his opinion. His eyes vaguely caught the figure of his black feather, although the ink of is out of a blue color. It was a surprise, but no less beautiful.
If his pen were a person, he was sure that such a young man would have jet hair to rival the darkness of the night, blue eyes will complement him well, a white and pristine skin, like his worksheets. He would possess a delicate, slender, charming figure, it would be his muse, the source of his inspiration to trace the softest verses and confessions of love. His expressions will be difficult to notice, always having his face in a blank expression, not to reveal the secrets of a writer, but his eyes, they would provide all the information.
He would be a little unsure of himself, constantly asking questions, yet he would be demanding and direct.
I could imagine him, an intense gaze that interrogates him in silence, both surrounded in the silence of a room, a sharp look being directed towards his person, before a deep and velvety voice was heard in the stillness of the night.
'Would you love me even with my flaws? '
Atsumu felt like laughing at such barbarity that he had come out of those sweet lips. He wanted to ask what flaws, but his tongue seemed to stick in his mouth, preventing him from telling any lies. There was no way that he could express in words everything that went through his mind every time he saw it, as he constantly sighed like an idiot for the smallest gesture of the opposite. Instead, his lips moved in a soft smile.
"Honey, in my eyes you are no less than perfect"He answered in automatic, Atsumu can imagine the way he should have been looking at him at that moment, blue eyes looking at him with indignation as he shook his lacy but short jet hairs in negative, totally dissatisfied with his response.
He could imagine him walking around somewhere in the studio, making slight indignant faces, deciding whether or not to complain. He would surely get impatient and want to, no, demand another answer.
'Oh come on, stop playing and answer! '
He smiled affably at the gentle quarrel, surely that pair of eyes looked at him expectantly with a curious gleam in them. His breath jammed slightly in his chest as he drank the full picture of the one who had boldly stolen everything from himself.
Thus in his last puffs of air he could imagine a pair of chaste lips upon his own, muttering soft words that comforted his heart. Soft hands fantastically caressing his face before he opened his eyes, the sight of sunflowers did not amaze him as before. His numb arms soon took that paper on his desk, his eyes wandered between the lines before wrinkling the paper and throwing it away somewhere in the room.
Once again, his words had not been good enough to describe that boy who visited his dreams continuously, his face burned before the lost warmth.
Atsumu tried to imagine a new figure, perhaps blond hair and amber eyes, tall and delicate, his hand took the pen ready to write, before raising a funny eyebrow to see how the ink seemed not to run down the paper.
"Are you just jealous?" He laughed softly as he lay down in his chair, wrote a slight scribble watching the ink slip easily, laughed harder at it.
"did you finally go crazy?."
Raising his gaze to the new voice, Atsumu smiled as he saw his favorite person leaning against the door frame. He didn’t miss the fun glow in that turquoise pair of eyes.
"Arguably, I am madly in love, with flowers, with the sun, with you and especially with this pen" Atsumu quickly enumerated while he dedicated a soft smile to his guest, who only snorted slightly before his words before approaching him with elegance.
"So the pen I give you gets more love than I do? You are so bad, Miya-san" Tobio complained jokingly, observing the slightly emaciated appearance of the opposite, which made him frown.
The idiot in front of him had fallen asleep again.
His chest bubbling with joy at the slightly grumpy expression of the opposite, Atsumu took that pair of delicate hands between his while depositing soft kisses as an apology.
"Although it reminds me of you, Tobio-kun."
Tobio just rolled his eyes slightly exasperated."There we go again with the sweet words."
"I’m a writer in love, it’s part of my charm"Atsumu joked funny before making a grimace when soft hands clenched his cheeks tightly.
His mind was briefly disconnected as he observed his no chance of escape, of course he could simply get out of the other’s grip but he was a weak man. His arms itched with the need to embrace the figure in front of him, placing his nose in the slit of the jet’s neck, sucking its essence while both danced in a waltz. The strong pounding of his heartbeat would be his melody, although he doubted that his dance partner would like that option. He most likely stepped on his feet accidentally while apologizing that they would be secretly charged with fun, yet he was not displeased with the idea.
"Hey, do you remember when we met?" The blonde suddenly asked as he pushed that pair of hands away from his face, receiving a skeptical look in return.
"You mean when I introduced myself as your editor and the next day you handed me 50 poems about how charming I was? Because if you talk about it, unfortunately, I still remember."
It was pretty creepy and almost made him reconsider quitting, but Tobio wasn’t going to say that.
"However, it worked, After six months you decided that we could have a date!" Atsumu boasted proudly of himself, no doubt his greatest achievement had been establishing his current loving relationship.
A strong, exasperated sigh made him gasp with disbelief at the disrespectful expression on the jet’s face, and he quickly parted ways with his partner, casting an indignant look at him, which was only reciprocated by a raised eyebrow, and a laden smile full of fun. Fuck, the idiot looked unbelievably handsome when he looked at him condescendingly.
"Sometimes, I wonder if it was a good choice to have said yes."
"¡It was! and you can’t leave me, I’m not signing the divorce papers!" complained as he pointed accusingly, the jet just rolled his eyes wearily at his response before glaring at him. Because all the evil expressions of the guy were attractive? Seriously, Atsumu had tried to make them and he didn’t look half as good as he did.
'Privilege of pretty people.'
Atsumu nodded at his own thought as he looked intently at the opposite’s slightly perplexed face, observing the way Tobius blinked slowly as he seemed to process his words. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times as his beautiful blue eyes scanned him with disbelief, as if suddenly he had grown another head or said a completely meaningless thing, he recovered after a few moments as a slight frown invaded his delicate features.
"We’re not even married."
Now it was Atsumu’s turn to be perplexed, as he was not married to the beauty in front of him? He knew he had self-control but he didn’t think so, three years dating this person and surprisingly he hadn’t proposed. Unbelievable, he seemed to cherish himself more than he thought.
"Are we not?"
"No."
"So what if I-"
"No."
"But.. babe" His lips frowned in a pot when his partner gave him a warning look, which was attractive, of course. But nothing fair! he made the attempt to protest again, but was silenced by the jet.
"No."
"¡Well you win, I’ll go write our wedding in a new story!"The blonde complained as he was leaving his room in the direction of his studio, flat down before shouting loud enough for the opposite to hear his words."¡ And just so you know, I’ll write us a juicy honeymoon!"
Atsumu could clearly hear the sound of a laugh ringing in the distance, so his heart leapt in his chest at the sound. He closed his eyes tightly as he dropped hard on his chair, grabbing the first paper he had in his sight before groping his clothes for his pen. He could imagine the totally jovial expression that radiated his partner at that time, a bright smile showing his pearly teeth, a pair of dimples keeping him company as his eyes creased in small lines that only highlight his long, thick lashes, his jet-shaped hair dancing merrily before the soft jolts of laughter. His eyebrows came together in an attempt to control himself, he would cover his face with his hands, trying to hide his expression from the others, his cheeks acquired a soft shade of carmine before tracing a path towards his neck, would clear his throat trying to control his little laughs that seemed to escape his lips without his permission. No doubt a beautiful image. Atsumu rummaged through his clothes as such an image was reproduced in his mind by memory, once he felt the familiar sensation of a delicate figure between his fingers, he did not hesitate to observe it carefully, that feather of black exterior and blue ink. He watched her softly before letting out a small laugh at a fleeting thought.
"He’s beautiful, isn’t he? However, I think you’re prettier"Atsumu hummed softly as he inspected the pen, the one who wrote so many romantic verses aimed at the same person. It would be too corny to call it the union of your love, so for the moment I would be the loving rival of a certain blue-eyed jet. At least until I could save enough to put a nice ring on that ring finger.
Yes, it was a good plan. He laughed softly before he started writing, after all, he had a wedding and a night of juicy honey to write.
EXTRA
Tobio knew that agreeing to date Miya Atsumu would be difficult, not just because the man in question was a character. But by the fact that the blond loved his work vehemently, and was terribly perfectionist with it. Being your editor was a fun experience.
Until now.
Looking at the document he had recently received, Tobio wanted to hit his head against his desk.
'And then from those fleshy lips came soft gasps that seemed music to his ears. A cacophony of angelic sounds that sent electric shocks through his body, and in the middle of them, his name was pronounced.
'A-Atsumu..."
Yeah, Tobio wanted to bang his head against his desk. He thought the opposite was joking when he said he would create a honeymoon for both of us.
"Forget it, I’ll hit him." He muttered softly for himself while massaging his temples.
It made no sense for him to bang his head against his desk, not when the source of his headache was taking a nap.
What did he do to deserve this? He had only agreed to the job for the money.
From the corner of his eye he could see a presence approaching, so he snorted annoyed as soon as a pair of strong arms landed on his shoulders.
"How was it? Not every day you read a story where you have sex with Miya Atsumu, the most attractive." He scoffed as he laid soft kisses along the jet’s neck.
Snorting at it, Kageyama just looked at his screen.
"Correction, your brother is the most attractive."
Tobio mused lazily, almost instantly he felt the lips on his neck disappear quickly as did the pair of arms around him. Atsumu did not hesitate to turn the chair so that both will face face each other.
"It’s a joke, right?"
"..."
"Tobio-kun, you’re kidding. Right?"
His boyfriend’s slightly desperate tone was cute, but he just couldn’t lie to his face.
"Atsumu, I love you, but we all know that Osamu is the handsome twin."