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20XX 02/08,
-Heya Journal, Atsumu here. I’ma start writing in you from now on.
Today I FINALLY asked Omi out and... he said YES!
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20XX 08/17
May have forgotten to write on here for a while.. more like a year.. too busy having the time of my life with Omi.
Gods, I am so in love with Omi.
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20XX 08/24 - Hey I’m getting more consistent!
I used to think I was in love with Kita-san back in highschool, but as time went by I realized it was barely a silly crush which was more like admiration for his organization and nonchalance...
Now I’m more than positive love was what I felt when I first laid my eyes on Omi-kun. When Omi-kun and I shared our first encounter with eachother I couldn’t help but feel giddy because wow, Omi-kun was so pretty. He was a beautiful lanky teenager. It was so stinking cute when he had begged me and Hoshiumi-kun to kill a pesticide that was in his room at the All-Japan Youth training camp.
After that, Omi-kun and I barely had any other encounters but we both did share a few glances at eachother after our match with Karasuno, I wish I would’ve stayed back to talk to him after the match but I was just too upset. We didn’t have another real encounter ‘til our third year in which we went against eachother.
I will admit I was a little distracted by Omi-kun’s beauty throughout our whole match. What can I say, he’s always been so beautiful. After Inarizaki had lost to Itachiyama, I was kind of pissed but I was also glad to have been a victim of Omi-kun’s KILLER spikes, god they’ve always been just disgusting! After we both shook eachother’s hand at the end of the match, (which I was surprised because Omi-kun hadn’t shaken anyone else’s hand...? ) I could have sworn I felt a shock run all throughout my body.
“Good game Omi-kun, ya really are a great rival. So, where are ya goin’ off to after highschool? Can’t wait to beat yer ass on court if ya go pro,” I had said with a grin on my face.
“Thank you, Miya. I’m actually going to college before going pro, you know, to have something to rely on if volleyball doesn’t end up working out,” He had said with a small, but super duper soft smile that I just wanted to kiss right off his face.
“Oh please Omi-Omi, don’t be so modest, ya know yer great at this sport. ‘m goin’ pro right after highschool, ever heard of the Black Jackals?” I said beaming at him.
He grinned slightly and I remember wanting to kiss him all over his stupid beautiful face,
“I’ve heard of them once or twice.”
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A couple of years later I was shocked to see HIM right infront of me in the MSBY Black Jackals gymnasium...
“Sakusa Kiyoomi in the flesh?! Wow Omi-kun, never thought I’d see you so close to me after so many years!” I had said to him,
“Miya. I do remember a certain someone telling me that they were going to join this very team. Maybe I was a little bias while accepting offers.” he said with his oh-so charming smirk.
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20XX 2/04 - Finally picking this thing up, it’s already a whole different year! I should really be more consistent...
But anyways, I believe love is what I have with Omi:
•Love is when Omi and I first kissed, had it not been eachothers first kiss ever but it was our first kiss with eachother.
•Love is when Omi and I bicker about silly things and laugh it off and attack eachother with kisses all over.
•Love is when Omi and I play this one silly hand slapping game together and we go extra easy on eachother.
•Love is when Omi glares at anyone who makes a stupid joke about me and then makes sure it didn’t harm me in any way after.
•Love is when Omi sees me having an off-day on the court and sets up a nice dinner for us while I shower my thoughts away with the burning hot water that falls from the shower head.. (Love is also the look Omi gives me after seeing my face shocked with surprise and tears threatening to spill out of my eyes because, damn, Omi really did all of this just for me?)
•Love is even when Omi and I got into that nasty argument, still quite early into our relationship,
“Atsumu! Are you kidding? Theres a mess of toothpaste in the sink- god, I’m tired of repeating myself to y-“
“Why must ya always act like you have a stick so deep in yer ass?” I had asked with a viscous bite in my tone,
“If you would just do shit right I wouldn’t have to be pissed all of the time!” He’d said- no, he had yelled.
“Well, Kiyoomi, I’m so sorry for not being what you deem as fucking perfect. I’m sorry for not doin’ everythin’ right all of the god-damned time,” I had yelled before turning on my heel and walking outside to the balcony, in hopes to be left alone, and alone I was left—
until Omi came outside after a few minutes and apologized,
“Atsumu, baby, I’m sorry.”
I had tried to ignore him,
“Atsu’, listen.. I don’t want us to go to bed upset, I won’t allow it. So, please, let’s talk.”
We talked, and talked, and we both acknowledged how the both of us felt.
That night we made love for the first time and we shared those three words that made me cry tears of happiness.
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20XX 6/29 - Been a while (over a year.. haha, never said I was consistent with this stuff,) since I’ve written on here.. too busy loving Omi.
When Omi proposed to me about a week ago, I almost threw up.
“Atsumu, get ready, we’re going somewhere special.” Omi had said with a soft smile, one that always makes my heart clench,
“Okay Omi-Omi.”
Omi had taken me to a beautiful secluded spot that enhanced the sunset’s beauty tremendously, I hadn’t expected Omi to take me out to some place like this but I was not complaining, not one bit.
“Atsumu.”
“Yes, Omi?” I had said completely clueless to what I’d turn around to see...
“Atsumu would you make me the happiest man alive and-“
“Omi, Omi, I’m going to fucking barf oh- god!”
Okay I didn’t almost throw up... I did throw up.
Omi did end up helping me feel better after,
and yes, of course I said yes.
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Hey journal, ignero in STUPID SPELLING MISTAKES GAH!!!
ignore the fact that it’s been a year since I’ve written on here, it’s Atsmu Atsumu, and god I’m nervous as fuck..
After adding to this ‘Love Journal’, (that’s what ‘Samu calls it,) of mine over the years, I want to finalize that:
Love is the beautiful aroma in the air that I can sense as Omi and I prepare to get married today, 09/27 20XX.
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“Oi, Tsumu. Look over there,” Osamu said as he saw his brother close his journal, pointing over at Rintarou
Click
“Suna-rin, you bitch! Delete that!”
“No!”
“‘Samu, I’m gonna kill yer beloved Rin.”
After a few giggles and shouts were shared, a familiar voice could be heard,
“Atsumu, Osamu, Suna.”
“K-Kita-san,” the three of them stuttered out.
Said man clears his throat and continues, “I thought you three could behave good atleast on a day as big as this one,” he said with no actual bite in his words, instead with a soft smile.
“Kita-san, I’m so fucking nervous.”
“Language.”
“S-Sorry! I’m going to throw up. I bet Omi looks absolutely gorgeous right now, I hope he’s just as nervous as I am... but not really. I hope he’s also at peace and doing okay.. can someone call Moto-kun and ask him how Omi’s doin’?!” Atsumu couldn’t stop running his mouth, the others didn’t stop him because they’ve all grown accustomed to his silly behavior throughout the years,
“‘Tsumu, calm down, I’m sure Kiyoomi is just as nervous as you are right
now,” said the former’s twin as he rubbed his shoulder comfortingly.
“Yeah ‘Tsumu, calm your tits, it’s like any other day, except if you fuck up your vows everyone will be there to see and I will definitely be there to record it all and then I’ll po- oof.” Rin was cut off by his lover’s hand lightly smacking his back,
“I don’t think that’s helping, babe.”
Kita hums in agreement,
“Ahhhh!” Atsumu wails and stuffs his face into his hands.
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“‘Samu, ‘Samu, I feel th’ vomit comin’...”
“Stop being a loser, ‘Tsu- Oh, look,” Osamu said while nodding his head in a new comers direction,
“‘Omi.” Atsumu breathes out,
As the Grand Piano somewhere in the room starts to play with that familiar tune, Atsumu realizes this is the moment he’s been waiting for his whole life, he realizes that this is real.
Kiyoomi is accompanied by Motoya, as they walk closer, and closer to Atsumu and the person who will officiate their marriage
before he knows it, Atsumu’s groom is right infront of him, in all his beautiful glory,
“Y-You look gorgeous Om-Kiyoomi..” Atsumu says as he flushes the brightest shade of red,
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” Kiyoomi whispers with a joking tone,
“Omi!”
“I’m kidding my love, you look beautiful.”
‘Omi’ says as he grabs Atsumu’s hand and kisses it lovingly.
A loud sob could be heard from behind,
“S-Samu?!” Atsumu shrieks,
“Cut me some slack, my stupid bro’s finally getting married, fuck...” He says as he wipes his face, Suna could be heard giggling from his seat,
“Shall we begin?” the officiant asks them, with a soft smile.
They all nod.
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“Would you two mind voicing your vows at this moment?” the officiant asks, glancing at both grooms,
Kiyoomi speaks up, “I’ll go first,”
“Om-“
“Me first, baby,”
That shuts him up.
“If you had told 15 year old me that I would be getting married to Atsumu 12 years later, I would have scoffed,” He began, “but not because I wasn’t interested in him, it would’ve been because I would have never expected Miya Atsumu to view me in any other way but as a jerk.”
“When I first saw the Miya twins, I saw Atsumu first. He stood out so brightly, maybe his piss colored hair and loud mouth helped with that back then,” “Hey!” “but he stood out to me like no one had ever done so before.
Even with his snarky attitude and his piss colored hair, I thought- and will always think that he is absolutely beautiful.”
“Apparently only very few people actually enjoyed Atsumu’s company and I just don’t understand how... Atsumu may say certain things... and when he says them they may come out sounding so very stuck up but trust me, I know most of the things he says is out if kindness. He is so, so kind and even if he could be a jerk sometimes, his sweetness will always overpower his jerkiness.”
“Knowing that today will be the last day of me being Sakusa Kiyoomi is the happiest fate I could have ever asked for. I’m getting married to the love of my life and I could never-ever be happier. Today I am glad to say that tomorrow I will awaken a new man and I will be Miya Kiyoomi, alongside my beautiful husband, Atsumu.
I love you so much, babe.”
The sounds of crying and tissue blowing has only grown as Kiyoomi further spoke, he ignores them as he keeps his eyes
locked with his soon to be husband’s-honey-brown eyes.
“O-Omi... Fuck, Kiyoomi, I fuckin’ love you so m-much,” Atsumu said as his voice broke nearly every other word,
“I love you too, so so much.”
The officiant clears his throat, “Atsumu-san, would you like to proceed to voice your own vows?”
“Yes.. Here I go,”
“Omi, I think I’ve been in love with ya since the moment I laid my eyes on you...” he starts, “yer prickliness and yer brutal honesty was more than enough to make me swoon.”
“You’ve always been so beautiful. From yer beautiful jet black curls to yer moles to yer killer fuckin’ thighs.. sheesh Omi,” some whistles could be heard in the crowd, “You were so mysterious. I couldn’t read ya, not as much as I wanted to. I wanted to be able to read you like you were the back of my palm. I didn’t think you’d let me in, but you did, and there’s nothing that could’ve prepared me for the amount of love I’ve felt for ya after that.”
“I want to always be able to say you’re mine and that I’m yours, Omi. All I want to do is show you how much I love ya every single day of our lives, and I’m so glad that by the end of tonight, it’ll truly be promised by the world that we are sealed together, forever.”
“I love you so much Kiyoomi and I cannot wait for a future with ya, I’m starting a new chapter in my life and yer going to be with me the whole way through it. Again,
I love you Kiyoomi, with my whole heart.”
by this point everyone in the room is full on sobbing, especially Kiyoomi,
“A-Atsu,” he can barely speak, overwhelmed with nothing but happiness,
Osamu shifts closer to the grooms holding a cushion in which lays two beautiful rings that will soon envelope two equally as beautiful fingers, he motions closer to the grooms so that they could take their rightful rings,
”Thank ya ‘Samu,” Atsumu said with a small voice, on the verge of tears, again.
Kiyoomi smiled, “Thank you, Osamu.”
After both of the grooms slip on a ring on one another’s ring finger with soft smiles on each of their faces, the officiant moves on,
“Do you, Kiyoomi, take Atsumu to be your wedded husband,” Kiyoomi nods, “to cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and in disappointment,” he nods again, biting his lip,” to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?”
“I do, I definitely do.”
“Now, do you, Atsumu, take Kiyoomi to be your wedded husband, to cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and in disappointment, to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shal-“
“I do! Gods, I do!” Atsumu says a bit too loud, cutting him off,
the officiant smiles, “you may kiss your groom,”
and they do just that, they seal their love with a single kiss. Well, maybe not a single kiss, a few kisses.
“‘Samu! ‘Samu, ‘m married!” his twin yelled back as a response,
Suna runs over to them and brings his own lover into a loving hug,
“Jeez ‘Samu, you’re always such a crybaby at weddings.” says Suna while kissing his lover’s forehead,
”Rin...”
“Group hug guys!” said a certain red head,
“HEY! HEY! HEY!”
A bunch of grunts and giggles could be heard before a snap of a camera was heard.
That same group picture was placed right in the newly wedded couple’s living room.