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Kiyoomi draws out a long breath, scanning the main hall. He’s doing pretty well so far, unwavering under the amused gazes of his fellow schoolmates and doing a good job of keeping his serious, informative face on show instead of the scowl that so desperately wants to surface. By now, most eyes aren't even on him anymore, much more interested with their poorly hidden phone screens or with whispering to the person next to them, but Kiyoomi can still feel the sweat on his palms as he clicks the mouse to get to the next slide.
He has no idea how he got dragged into doing this presentation, he knows for sure that this wasn't what he had in mind when he had signed up for the role of student council president. Motoya had tried to talk him out of it, saying it was too much extra work for their final year and that he didn't want to be labelled as the best friend of the school’s ‘official teacher’s pet’. Kiyoomi had rolled his eyes at that, he is far from a teacher’s pet, he just has good manners and reminds the class when homework is due. He barely stops himself from grimacing as he watches his treacherous cousin snickering in the audience as he continues on with his speech.
Kiyoomi does like being president, it gives him another level of respect from both teachers and younger students, credits, and a good reputation. It makes certain people keep their distance from him, and that is always a behaviour he welcomes. He does not however, like being put into awkward situations.
This , is definitely one of them.
Why his principal thinks a bunch of eighteen year olds that are well on their way to graduating soon, need a presentation on ‘ all about safe sexual practices’ , is beyond him. He knows better than anyone else that most of these kids sitting in front of him already know everything he's explaining to them. They have had similar talks almost every year after all. Most of his peers are either entertaining themselves by laughing at his misery or tapping away on their phones.
But Kiyoomi is School President , the one that gave a detailed lecture on appropriate food for the cafeteria, serious talks on littering and personal hygiene, and well thought out presentations on various school issues. He knows he can't half-ass his way through this particular presentation at all, especially not when the principal keeps walking in and out of the main hall to check in.
He groans mentally, moving on to the next slide and explaining that the school nurse is always available for whoever wishes to speak to her in confidentiality, blah blah, etc etc , they've heard it all before.
Now Kiyoomi's not stupid, he knows what the kids are waiting for as he's moved through half of his talk on contraception, but that's exactly why he came prepared with a video. No way is he showing any of these smug teenagers how to use a condom personally, Mr Principal and demonstration banana be damned. He runs a hand through his curls before briefly nodding at the student council’s vice-president, Suna, signalling for him to play the video.
But you see, Kiyoomi's vice-president has always been a menace. No, he is not evil, and no, he does not hate Kiyoomi. However, he sure as hell enjoys seeing his misery, better yet if he can film it. So when Suna shrugs, a completely fake apologetic smile on his face as he says the video link won't load, Kiyoomi makes a mental note to permanently erase all of Suna’s prized blackmail material the second he gets the chance.
"It seems the video isn't working." Kiyoomi speaks with a barely hidden scowl, as he turns back to face the audience. "Well, we'll just skip that part for today, I'm sure you've heard it all before anyway." He turns to pick up his handheld mouse and switch to the next slide when a voice in the crowd stops him.
"I haven't."
Kiyoomi refrains from letting his expression be affected by the voice and pretends he didn't hear it. If he didn't hear it, he doesn't have to acknowledge it.
"Excuse me, school pres. Didn't ya hear me?"
Of course Kiyoomi heard. He heard it loud and clear, but Kiyoomi knows what's coming ahead and he really does not want to start it. He shouldn't have thought he was going to get through the presentation without him saying anything.
"I'm sorry Miya, what did you say?" He says as politely as he can manage, looking to the far right end of the first row where the blonde boy is seated. Miya Atsumu, resident troublemaker, is currently sprawled out in his chair, an amused grin on his face.
"I said I haven't heard it all." Atsumu says loudly, crossing his legs over each other. "I dunno how to use one, so I'd like ya to show all of us. For safety of course."
There's a few snickers around the hall and he can see Motoya's wicked grin from the corner of his eye. Kiyoomi has a brief fantasy of beating up and disowning his awful cousin. He wants to do worse to Miya Atsumu, the infuriating blonde that clearly came to watch his presentation only to make fun of him. He can see it in his eyes, mischievous and looking for a bit of fun he can easily find by embarrassing Kiyoomi in front of everyone else.
Atsumu has always liked messing with Kiyoomi, it's been his thing since as long as he can remember.
"In that case, I'll give you the video link at the end. Is that okay?" he asks, hoping Atsumu will just drop it. But of course, it wouldn't be Atsumu if he just dropped it. Kiyoomi knows that, but still, there was no harm in trying.
"I think it'd be better if ya’d personally demonstrate." Atsumu says. "Can't ya do that for us pres?
"Of course I can but I haven't prepared any-"
"I can come up and help you if ya want." Atsumu smiles, nothing innocent about it and Kiyoomi doesn't even have the time to protest before the blonde is already up and out of his seat, strutting his way onto the stage.
"Miya, please sit back down." Kiyoomi quietly begs when Atsumu has come to stand next to him. "Let me just end this and then I'll talk to you separately, okay? I didn't bring along anything to demonstrate with."
"Didn't ya?" Atsumu smirks, his eyes briefly drop to Kiyoomi's pocket but it's long enough for anyone who was watching to have seen. There's a few wolf-whistles from the audience at the implication and Kiyoomi can feel the tips of his ears heat up. How childish .
"I didn't." He hisses through gritted teeth, nudging his head in the direction of the audience to tell the blonde to get off the stage.
"I didn't mean it like that." Atsumu says, and his eyes move to the stand behind the two of them where several leaflets, materials and contraceptives are displayed. "There's a whole box right over there."
Kiyoomi closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to stop himself before he thinks any further about murdering Miya Atsumu. He reluctantly goes back to grab the box and displays it to the audience. He then ignores the infuriating moron by his side and gives some information on the material, possible allergy issues and the correct, safe way to use it.
When it comes to actually demonstrating, Atsumu gladly offers his fingers with a sly smirk and Kiyoomi almost, almost , kicks him where it hurts.
"You need to use both hands right?" Atsumu points out. "That's why I'm here to help."
"Aren’t you thoughtful?" Kiyoomi hisses in a whisper. "I thought you weren't supposed to know how to use one."
"Oh please Omi, I'm sure you of all people didn't buy that."
Kiyoomi scoffs, no amusement behind it, finishing up as quickly as he can and forcing the blonde off the stage after warning him to stay quiet. And he listens, for a while at least. Kiyoomi gets through the rest of his presentation without problems and lets out a relived sigh as his time is almost up.
"Any questions?" he smiles at the audience, and as he expects, no one is really interested and if anyone is, they're not going to ask anything in front of all their peers. "Well then, that wraps it up. Remember, if you ever want to talk, the school nurse is available every Wednesday morning and every Friday lunch break. And if you'd like someone else to talk to, come along and find me and I'll try to help you."
"When are you available?" There comes that frustrating voice once again. "Just in case, ya know?" Atsumu is grinning up at him in a way that makes his blood boil but he manages to keep his cool.
"Just find me any time." Kiyoomi answers seriously, "I'm always around somewhere if you want to talk."
"What if I don't want to talk ?" Atsumu says and Kiyoomi wonders how much his reputation would drop if he were to jump off the stage and just punch Atsumu in the face.
He refrains himself, of course, and chooses to ignore him instead. "Well if that's all, thank y-"
"Wait! I have a question!"
Kiyoomi's not sure if the smile on his face looks genuine enough. "Go ahead Miya."
"So like, I know you've done yer research and stuff," the blonde starts, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "but do ya actually have any experience yourself?"
From somewhere in the audience there's a loud snort and then there's murmuring coming from everyone, little giggles here and there. Kiyoomi feels his face heat up so fast he's sure even his ears are burning red. He yearns for the comfort of his face mask more than ever. "I don't think that's appropriate, Miya."
"You're the one who asked if we had any questions." Atsumu states with a shrug. "I was just curious if-"
"Do you have any other questions?" Kiyoomi swiftly cuts him off.
The blonde is silent for a while, a smile creeping onto his face as he thinks. "You showed us how to use the condom already, right? Well, when was the last time you used one?"
Kiyoomi wants to scream. He wants to grab Atsumu by his unbuttoned shirt collar and knee him in the crotch. Even more so when he thinks of how Atsumu already knows the answer to his ridiculous question. He glares at the blonde, silently begging him and hoping his message is conveyed through the desperation in his eyes. Please stop, we both know you already know the answer to that, we literally used one last night.
But Atsumu has been immune to his glares from day one. He calls them 'cute at best', they'd never affect him the way they're intended to.
"It couldn't possibly have been last night, right?"
That's it. That is so totally the last fucking straw.
Kiyoomi calmly puts down his mouse, straightens up his already perfect school tie and scans the room for the Principal before he stomps down the stage steps and over to Atsumu. The blonde leans back comfortably in his seat as Kiyoomi towers over him, a smug smile on his face and Kiyoomi hates himself for thinking he looks hot even as he’s being a brat.
"Don't you think that's enough Miya Atsumu?" Kiyoomi says, just louder than a whisper, leaning further down when he gets no response.
"Ooh, School Pres is angry," someone shouts from the crowd of seats but Kiyoomi pays him no attention. He watches carefully as Atsumu moves to sit straight in his seat, uncrossing his arms and reaching up towards him, so close that their noses bump.
"Ya look real cute right now," Atsumu whispers, ever so quietly, "completely different from yesterday." He slouches back with a huge grin as Kiyoomi shoots up, bright red in the face.
"Stay behind," he says as composed as he can. "I think I'll have to talk to you after this." He quickly declares the presentation over and sends the other students out, ignoring their chattering of Atsumu being in trouble with the school president once again.
The second everyone is out and Kiyoomi has all his things packed up, he leaves the hall without a glance at the blonde seated at the edge of the stage. He walks quickly through the corridors, knowing Atsumu is following him before stopping at the bathroom. Atsumu follows in shortly after, chewing his gum in a corner as Kiyoomi slams open the door to every cubicle to make sure no one is there.
"You alright there?" Atsumu asks, clearly failing at holding back his laughter and Kiyoomi checks the last cubicle before turning on his heels with what he hopes is a deadly glare.
"Do I look it?" he hisses, voice low. "Do you really have to do that?"
"Do what?" the blonde answers, faking innocence as he tilts his head to the side and blinks at him.
"Embarrass me like that!" Kiyoomi almost shouts, "Did you really have to do that in front of everyone?"
"I was only curious-"
"Atsu please, you knew the answer to everything you asked, I know that better than anyone. Plus, you're the one with the condom in his pocket. You couldn’t stop laughing about it this morning!" Kiyoomi hisses, shaking his head. "Why do you get enjoyment out of this?"
Atsumu sighs, his sly smile softening slightly as he takes a step forward. "It's cute," he admits. "You’re always so into yer school president role, with that straight face and fake smile. I dunno. I just like messing with ya Omi. You blush so pretty and ya blink so fast. It’s adorable .”
Kiyoomi closes his eyes and takes a breath, pursing his lips to hide the pathetic smile trying to make its way through. Atsumu comes closer, his gaudy cologne invading Kiyoomi's senses and he knows then, he's lost it.
"I'm sorry?" Atsumu tries, raising his eyebrows to ask if he's forgiven when the other finally looks at him.
Kiyoomi sighs deeply, anger and embarrassment completely dissipating, He brings up a hand, softly running it through Atsumu's brittle blonde and tugging just a little before he knees him lightly in the stomach. "That's for being a smug idiot," he says and Atsumu just laughs a little, mocking pain and bending over.
"Am I forgiven now, mighty School Pres?" he fake groans, clutching his stomach and Kiyoomi holds back a snort.
"Spit it out," he simply says, staring at his moving jaw and Atsumu straightens up to look him in the eyes questioningly. "The gum, quickly, we have a student committee meeting and debrief to get to as well. Or did you forget?"
"Boring,” Atsumu groans, “and here I thought maybe you'd want to miss the meeting." The blonde makes a face, reluctantly heading to the bins and throwing away his gum before he drags his feet towards the door. Then he's swiftly turned around and his back is pushed against said door within seconds and no one can blame Atsumu for the embarrassingly high yelp that escapes his throat at the unexpected action.
Kiyoomi is flush against him before Atsumu can even register it. He kisses him messily, once, twice, and then again. The steadily built up tension finally breaking him and the way Atsumu's tie hangs so loosely from his neck despite him always scolding the blonde to do it up properly, affects him more strongly than he likes to admit.
"The meeting?" Atsumu laughs breathlessly when Kiyoomi's hand reaches into his pocket.
Kiyoomi looks up, slightly distracted and Atsumu doesn't miss the eyes that automatically fall straight to his lips. "We have time," is all he says before his hands have again found their place in Atsumu's hair and his lips are perfectly pressed against his boyfriend's.
"This is all your fault." Kiyoomi hisses, groaning as he pulls Atsumu's weight along with him up the stairs.
Atsumu scoffs, purposely slowing down and making Kiyoomi do even more of the work for him. "I can't help that ya got turned on by me just sitting innocently in an audience ‘n asking ya a few questions." He chuckles at his own words but quickly shuts up when Kiyoomi turns around and gives him a sharp look. "Okay okay, I'm sorry ya think I'm so hot."
Kiyoomi doesn't say anything in response to that, he can't really, not when it's true. He stops when they reach the meeting room they were supposed to be at 15 minutes ago and straightens out his own clothes before quickly working on Atsumu's buttons and tie. Not that there's any point because the blonde loosens them right after Kiyoomi's fingers move away from his body and doesn't tuck his shirt in even when asked to.
"I hate you." Kiyoomi grumbles.
"You love me." Atsumu quips. He follows lazily behind as Kiyoomi hurriedly enters the room and wonders if he’s aware of just how messy his usually perfect curls are and how angry he'll be when he finds out Atsumu didn't tell him on purpose.
"I apologise for being late." Kiyoomi announces to the room of students. "I was busy doing... stuff."
"Yeah." Atsumu adds unhelpfully, flattening out his hair. "That would be me, I'm stuff."
"Sorry, what?" Suna speaks up, just as Kiyoomi's eyes go wide and his brain is momentarily caught between fumbling for a good response and figuring out how he’ll get Atsumu back for this.
"He's stuffed!" he blurts out into the awkward silence. "I caught him stuffing himself in the cafeteria before I dragged him here, that's all, ignore him." He breathes slowly, taking his seat and directing Atsumu to sit down as well. He doesn't look at him, much too flustered, extremely pissed off once again and just a little turned on by how daring his reckless boyfriend is.
Atsumu just wiggles his eyebrows and laughs a little. "I can help ya with that stuff again whenever you'd like Pres!" he shouts as he takes his seat on a further end of the table. "Ya know I'm always here to help ya!"