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“Hey, Omi. Do ya think Samu’s hot?”
Kiyoomi knows this is a lose/lose situation, so he begins to panic. Thoughts include: fleeing the country, faking his own death, and becoming an alchemist who specializes in memory loss potions. “Um—I love you?” he finally replies.
“Answer the question, Kiyoomi.”
Shit. He’s been demoted to given name status. Maybe this is still salvageable—after all, he hasn’t called him ‘Sakusa’ yet.
“You’re identical twins. What do you think?” he deflects. Nice one, Kiyoomi.
The blonde twin scowls. “It’s a fuckin’ yes or no question, Sakusa.”
Well, they had a good run.
“Yes?” he answers, voice pitched higher than he ever thought he was capable. Kiyoomi sees the confused look on Atsumu’s face, unable to decifer it. “What’s this about, Atsu?”
“Nothin’,” he pouts.
“C’mon. Something had to have brought this on.”
“It’s just,” Atsumu pauses before continuing, “Samu told me that Sunarin doesn’t think I’m hot, so I laughed and said ‘that means he thinks yer ugly too, pal!’—but it just got me thinkin’. What if I’m not the hot one?”
The corner of Kiyoomi’s mouth tilts upwards into the goofiest of grins as he lets out a soft chuckle. “That’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“What?” Atsumu cries. “It’s a valid point!”
“It’s really not.” Kiyoomi argues. “I was honest and told you that, yes, your identical twin is attractive. And Suna is a menace. You know this.” The raven reaches out for his boyfriend’s hand, pulling him closer.
Atsumu wraps his arms around Kiyoomi, leaning into his shoulder, “I guess yer right. Love ya, Omi.”
Kiyoomi kisses the top of his platinum hair. “I love you, Atsu.”
He smiles against the blonde locks, truly happy with his choice in life-partner. But if Kiyoomi secretly thinks that Osamu is hotter? Well, that’s a secret he’ll take to his grave.