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He twists the door handle and pushes it open, stepping into the apartment. A small smile graces Kiyoomi’s face at the sounds of chopping, sizzling, and pans being moved around in the kitchen.
“I’m home” Kiyoomi calls as he hangs his coat and keys by the door. The clattering of a pan on the stove makes him chuckle softly
“Kitchen!” is all that Atsumu says in response, as if that was not already abundantly clear from the moment Kiyoomi opened the door.
Kiyoomi walks to their bedroom to shed the layers of his day and put on comfortable inside clothes. The days have been feeling longer and longer, and visiting his family around the holidays always leaves Kiyoomi feeling like he lost a part of himself. Spending the day with his family leaves him at odds with himself and he feels drained. The reminder that Atsumu would be there in their apartment waiting for him to return home was a comforting thought.
Kiyoomi always found comfort in solitude. In his own space. He was particular about everything. He liked things to be his way and didn’t want to bend to the whims of other people to sacrifice his own comfort. Especially in a place that was supposed to bring him peace.
When Atsumu suggested that they move in together a few months ago, he was worried. He didn’t want to lose the comfort that ‘home’ brought him. And he didn’t want to lose Atsumu either.
He was pleasantly surprised to find that their living styles actually matched up quite well. They took their differences in stride and made it work. Not that they didn’t have bumps along the road, but they simply made it work. After all, they were nothing if not persistent.
Kiyoomi flicks the bedroom light off and walks to the kitchen where Atsumu is bustling around. He stands at the entrance of the kitchen for a moment and watches the way Atsumu moves around their space. Their home. He looks comfortable and at ease, just how Kiyoomi feels everytime he steps through their door into their home.
Kiyoomi steps past Atsumu where he stands at the stove and wraps an arm around his waist, turning his head to give him a light kiss on the cheek. “Smells good” He says before pulling away. He leans back against an empty spot of counter not being used so he can watch Atsumu cook. He has always enjoyed watching Atsumu cook.
“Mmm thanks,” Atsumu hums in response “how was yer day?” he asks, a bit tentatively. Unsure how to ask about Kiyoomi’s time with his family, or if he is even willing to talk about it. They’ve made it past the point where Kiyoomi used to get snappy at Atsumu or completely shut him out whenever asked about his family. However, Atsumu still recognizes the touchy subject and will prompt Kiyoomi, but knows to not press too hard like he used to.
“It was fine” Kiyoomi says as he lifts himself up to sit on the counter. “How was yours?”
“Is that just yer default response?” Atsumu asks as he stirs the contents in the pan.
Kiyoomi kicks lightly at the back of Atsumu’s knees. “Haha, very funny. No, it was actually fine.” Kiyoomi looks away from Atsumu and up at the ceiling for a moment as he gathers his thoughts. He appreciates Atsumu’s patience. “I don’t like going back there. But it is what it is… I’m happy to be back home though.” He turns to look at Atsumu again and sees he’s already looking at him with a soft smile on his face.
“I’m happy yer back home too.” He turns back to the stove, seemingly done pushing Kiyoomi for answers on his visit home. Atsumu knows he doesn’t enjoy talking about it, knows he would rather forget about it and enjoy being back at home. His voice returns to his regular volume and tone as he says “my day was good, cleaned up the bathroom and fixed the fridge door handle so it’s not loose anymore.” Atsumu continues to fill their kitchen with his voice as he recounts his day to Kiyoomi.
He watches Atsumu’s concentration as he moves around the kitchen. He can tell that Atsumu is focused on what he’s doing, it’s not careless, but it is done so effortlessly that it just seems like second nature for Atsumu to be in the kitchen like this. Kiyoomi admires him.
“You’re good at that” Kiyoomi says, interrupting whatever Atsumu was saying.
Atsumu turns to look at him as he pours something into the pan “huh?” he asks.
“You’re good at cooking, I dont think I say that enough” Kiyoomi clarifies.
Atsumu looks down at the pan and gives it a stir, a light blush on his face “yer just sayin’ that cause you suck at cookin’ and you want to keep eating good food”
“Maybe. Come here for a minute” Kiyoomi nudges Atsumus thigh with his sock covered foot to prompt him into walking over.
Visiting his parents is hard on Kiyoomi. It makes him want to retreat into himself and avoid others. At least that was how it used to feel. He still doesn’t love to broadcast how he’s feeling after a visit to his family. He would rather ignore it entirely, but he finds that he turns to Atsumu for comfort and grounding after he returns to their home. And Atsumu is always there to grant him that comfort. Even if he acts annoying about it.
“You were only gone for the day, did ya really miss me that badly?” Atsumu asks, as if he isn’t turning the heat on the stove down and walking over to Kiyoomi to indulge him. Kiyoomi moves his legs to allow Atsumu to stand between them. He places his hands on top of Kiyoomi’s thighs, rubbing his hands up and down them soothingly. “Since ya like my cooking that much, you should get me one of those ‘kiss the chef’ aprons. I’ll wear it around here like yer little house wife”
“We work together. You’re not a house wife” Kiyoomi rolls his eyes.
“Gah you’re no fun” Atsumu scoffs. Kiyoomi uses his finger to tilt Atsumu’s chin up to him and Atsumu complies. Kiyoomi cups both sides of his face with his hands and lets his eyes roam over his face for a moment. He can see and feel Atsumus face turning red the longer Kiyoomi stares. “Are ya just gonna stare at me all day?”
“Yea, I might” he brushes a thumb over Atsumus cheekbone
“The foods gonna burn. And then what, are you gonna try to cook? We’ll both die, Omi” He says, feigning a serious tone.
Kiyoomi lets go of one side of Atsumu’s face to pinch his arm instead and Atsumu laughs that soft but bright laugh. Kiyoomi watches his eyes crinkle and feels his breath puff across his face. Kiyoomi’s hand returns to Atsumu’s face and thumbs over the smile lines that have made a permanent home on Atsumu’s face.
“Seriously, the foods gonna burn soon” Atsumu says, still making no move to leave.
“Okay, just another moment, please.” Kiyoomi says, leaning down to bring their lips together. He kisses him and it feels sweet. It feels like comfort and love and home. They both linger for a moment. Kiyoomi pulls back slowly “I love you” he says. He never wants Atsumu to forget.
Atsumu smiles back up at him “I love you too” Kiyoomi swears his eyes sparkle for a second.
“Get back to the food before it burns and we starve” Kiyoomi says as he releases Atsumu’s face
“Yea, yea, I’m going” Atsumu says as he steps back from Kiyoomi, letting his hands drag off his thighs before he reluctantly turns back to the stove “so demanding” he murmurs under his breath, but he’s smiling down at the pan as he stirs again.