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Sakusa Kiyoomi doesn't know how he got into this situation in the first place, okay, he does, but he prefers to pretend it wasn't by choice and, yes, thanks for some stupid sense of camaraderie — which definitely would never happen.
He is not a hairdresser, much less does he understand anything about the profession, only God knows how, with great difficulty, he learned to define his curls and that was all the information he managed to keep in the back of his mind.
But when Miya Atsumu, his teammate, complained about the size of the root of his hair and how his brother was away to do the periodic touch-up and his favorite salon didn't have any spots available, Kiyoomi knew he had to do something.
Okay, he didn't have to do anything, that's a problem with Atsumu and his stupid hair, what does it cost him to stop that bullshit of bleaching his locks since high school? Not that he was going to say anything, ever.
Deep down, deep down, he knows that Miya with another hair color would be the same thing as Hinata not being a redhead: weird, wrong.
"The 'Samu doesn't want to come to Osaka, Omi-Omi," Miya complained for the fifth time that morning, in what was supposed to be their practice.
"Pay attention," Kiyoomi grumbled without looking at the lifter, she knew that if she did then he would never shut up again.
"But my hair looks awful, Omi-Omi," he continued chattering, not caring about the look the coach gave him.
"Do you want to share anything important with the team, Miya?" Coach Foster grunted annoyed at the parallel conversation.
"No, sir, I'm sorry," Atsumu still had the good sense to blush with embarrassment. Coach Foster stared at him for a few more seconds before sighing in defeat and returning to the explanation.
Cute... No, focus, Kiyoomi.
An hour later they were released from the tactical meeting, it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon which meant that they would have no more training that day, so they could leave and rest for the next day's game.
He was leaving the gym when he heard his name shouted, or a variation of it, but that was promptly ignored because Kiyoomi had a certain pre-game routine and wasn't willing to ignore it, not even because of Atsumu, so he left the "Omi, wait!" back and continued advancing towards the parking lot.
There were a few meters to go, and he was already seeing his car parked from afar, he always tried to park it as far away as possible from his teammates' cars, because he didn't trust their driving ability, so he was just over five meters away and his black car seemed to mock him when he felt a hand gently pull his backpack.
Because Miya Atsumu knows that Kiyoomi doesn't like to be touched.
"Omi-kun, wait," Miya was a little out of breath from the little run he had to take to get to his teammate. "Didn't you hear me back there?" He spoke between long breaths, even resting his hands on his knees and bent over trying to calm his heart.
"Worrying about your lack of breath being that you're a professional athlete," Kiyoomi analyzed with some disdain the scene in front of him, not that far away and the other was acting like he had run a marathon.
"Omi-kun," he said a little tearfully, which only drew a roll of eyes from the tallest.
"I listened, but I ignored it," he replied to the question with a shrug, that was the truth.
"I'm not surprised," Miya grumbled finally adjusting her posture, Sakusa was getting worried that his spine would never return to normal.
Worried only because they were on the same team and, unfortunately, he needed Miya's lifts, as much as it hurts to admit he is good at what he does.
"Was that all? So goodnight," Sakusa turned and unlocked the car, ready to finish the road to it and go home.
"Wait, wait."
Atsumu somehow managed to run and stand in front of Sakusa, between him and the car, which only drew an angry sigh from the other.
"What's up now?" He asked impatiently.
"I have to dye my hair, Omi-Omi," Miya said and to make it even more ridiculous he pouted his lips.
"I don't see where that's my problem, Miya," Sakusa was running out of patience.
"I thought so, you..." Sakusa cut him off.
"Don't even think about it.
"Please, Omi-kun," Miya clasped both hands together as if begging.
"No.”
"Please."
"No.”
"Not even if I tell you I bought you that moisturizing hand sanitizer?" Miya appealed.
"Miya..." Sakusa murmured.
"And also, a box of those antiseptic wipes you carry in every game," Atsumu wiggled his eyebrows.
The devil plays dirty, but Miya Atsumu plays even more.
Kiyoomi was almost giving in, you could see that he was swayed by all that veiled bribe.
"I'm not a hairdresser, Miya," Kiyoomi says through his teeth and then the lifter knows it's already a winning cause.
"So what?" Osamu isn't either," Atsumu shrugged.
"Ask him then," Kiyoomi raised his eyebrow.
"He's busy with the restaurant," Atsumu says, it's not a lie, because the twin is dealing with the establishment that grows every day.
But, also, it wasn't a complete truth, but Kiyoomi doesn't need to know, right?
"Go to a salon, isn't it simple?" The striker suggested.
"I want your help, but if that's too much, help a teammate and national teammate, a close friend, a..." Atsumu was going to continue the drama for a long time and Kiyoomi knew it, so he soon waved his hands in the air to silence him.
"Okay," Kiyoomi says defeated, with a loud sigh and all.
Atsumu might be good at drama, but so was Kiyoomi.
"Thank you very much, Omi-kun," Atsumu jumped for joy in the place, Kiyoomi knew that if it was someone else she would probably have tried to hug him.
And he hated to know all that about his teammate.
"But you have to stop calling me that," Kiyoomi tried to bargain, only to receive a loud laugh from the other.
"That won't happen, Omi-kun," Atsumu said with a huge smile on his face and even winked.
The butterflies in Sakusa Kiyoomi's stomach after the act are all the fault of tiredness after a long day of training, that's all.
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Look, Sakusa is not a hairdresser, to tell you the truth he never wanted to be, but that thing called fate was laughing in his face at that moment because there he was getting ready to touch Miya Atsumu's hair of his own free will — even though he was bribed to do so.
Kiyoomi knows he didn't study to be a hairdresser, so if something tragic happened to Atsumu's hair, like a chemical cut, it wouldn't be his fault, maybe it's even fashionable in some corner of the world and he can always go bald, just like those k-pop idols at the time of military enlistment.
But deep down, deep in his heart, Kiyoomi knows he doesn't want to disappoint Atsumu, he wants to leave the other impressed with his multi-talents.
Just like Kiyoomi always is when it comes to Miya Atsumu, impressed too much.
The worst thing is that Miya doesn't do anything too much to justify these thoughts of Kiyoomi, seriously! And Kiyoomi who sees too many things where there is nothing, gets a little soft with silly things and unfocused very often.
The other day during training, Atsumu had to improvise an attack as he had received the third blow and couldn't get up for anyone if it wasn't a foul, so when he jumped to make an attacking hit Kiyoomi swore he was having a heart attack.
When Atsumu jumped, his shorts went up a little leaving all that golden band of his thighs exposed, okay, Kiyoomi knew that he had seen the other with less clothing than at that moment - the fault of the locker rooms - but that didn't stop him from feeling his cheeks red with embarrassment when Hinata caught him where he was looking, Seriously! They are Miya Atsumu's thighs, in some corner of the universe there must be some population that idolizes her.
Sakusa Kiyoomi will never admit it, but if it were in the Orkut era he would create a community called "Miya Atsumu's thighs" and talk about them whenever possible.
Going back to the crux of the matter that is Kiyoomi's endeavor as a hairdresser, Sakusa even considered going to Onigiri Miya, just to get tips from Atsumu's brother, Osamu, because he had bleached the player's hair previously, but he quickly discarded this ridiculous idea, he is a friend of Suna Rintaro and that, he happens to be Motoya's teammate, once his cousin knew about this new hobby of the curly man he would never let him forget it.
She considered just buying the basics, but after a quick search on the internet she completely changed her mind, especially when she discovered that there is more than one type of bleaching, there are many products, that it is very easy to have a chemical cut or something like that.
Sakusa Kiyoomi didn't know what she had gotten herself into before agreeing to Miya's absurd request, blessed hour that he let herself fall into the blond's lip, while cursing softly at his own stupidity Kiyoomi opened the YouTube app.
The numerous tutorials on the platform should suffice.
That's why Kiyoomi checks the time, it's just over ten o'clock at night and there won't be any training the next morning, just a meeting with the entire cast and coach and a training session in the afternoon, so he allows himself only one video before going to sleep, as he is an assiduous defender of the 8 hours of sleep recommended by the doctors.
With that in mind, he plays the video: How to bleach your hair at home?
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One video became two, which became three and when Kiyoomi realized it was already past one in the morning, he can swear he ended up in the underworld of hair videos on YouTube.
After figuring out how to bleach someone else's hair, Sakusa started a new video on how to keep his blonde flawless and five good tints, then he had to figure out what 'tinting' is; He saw tips on how to finish curly hair, how to save a dry blonde and, finally, how to take care of a fern, since he was looking to get one.
Sakusa slept practically nothing and it was all Miya Atsumu's fault.
Well, because of this adventure through YouTube during the night he was now running around the gym, because he had less than five minutes until he could be considered late and he was never late in these three years as a professional, as a matter of fact, he was never late in life, at least not when it depended only on him.
Again, it's all Miya Atsumu's fault. It had become a habit to blame the lifter for everything that happened in Kiyoomi's life and that it was out of his normal standards.
When he arrived in the meeting room all his teammates were already there and everyone stared at him with a mix of expressions, from amazement to horror, astonishment because as said before he had never been late and horror because they had never seen him sweaty, at least not when it had nothing to do with training or games, Hinata even thought that Kiyoomi was already waking up impeccable.
Even Bokuto had already arrived for the meeting and he is the king of delay.
Kiyoomi has a routine, he follows his routine, and he loves his routine. So if the workout is at eight, at seven he is already in the gym warming up, the same thing when he has a meeting.
"Wow, Omi-Omi, you're trash," Atsumu commented when Kiyoomi sat down next to him, as it was the only place available, that's what makes you late.
Sakusa used all his self-control not to get up and go to the locker rooms to take a quick shower, he felt sweaty and stinky from the race from the parking lot to the living room, another negative point for that delay; He had to come for the second day in a row by car, something he tries to avoid as much as possible.
"Thanks for the compliment, Miya," Kiyoomi grumbled taking a deep breath, it was as if his skin was itching in search of a shower, but he would wait for the meeting to end and then he would go to the locker rooms.
He pulled his backpack to his lap and took out the bottle of water, lowered his mask, and swore he heard something like panting, but he didn't pay much attention, he just opened the bottle and threw his head back starting to sip long sips of water.
Kiyoomi had his eyes closed, so he didn't see that he was targeted by a certain pair of honey-colored eyes.
When he quenched his thirst, closed the bottle, and put it in his backpack, only then did he look at Atsumu who was strangely quiet, he just stared at him without even blinking. Sakusa hadn't gotten wet or done anything strange for Miya's look to be justified, she frowned as she picked up the mask.
"What's wrong?" Kiyoomi grumbled as he put the mask back on, Miya just looked away, too silent, which shows how something happened since Miya is never silent, ever.
At the same time, Coach Foster entered the room, interrupting any parallel conversation that was taking place in the place.
Sakusa Kiyoomi could have sworn that Miya Atsumu was blushing.
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The locker room was quiet that late afternoon, the few remaining players were in side conversations or gathering their things to leave, Miya Atsumu was one of those, he was picking up his backpack from the locker when he saw someone stop next to him, closed the locker and before he could say anything the silence was broken:
"What time are you available?" Kiyoomi asked as he opened the calendar app, totally oblivious to the other's reactions.
"Don't even pay for a dinner beforehand, Omi-Omi?" Atsumu joked nervously, he couldn't even disguise his tone of voice.
I didn't know how Sakusa Kiyoomi hadn't realized it yet.
"I can tomorrow afternoon, and you?" Kiyoomi continued to speak, choosing to ignore the other's previous sentence.
"What?" Atsumu was now just confused about what the other wanted.
"Your hair or, by any chance, did you get someone else?" She gave a serious look to the other.
In fact, Atsumu had convinced Osamu to come to Osaka to help him, something he had forgotten until his twin texted him the night before reminding him of that minor setback, but it wasn't like he was going to tell Kiyoomi.
It reminded him that he needed to warn Osamu that his services would no longer be useful.
"Oh yes," he stopped to think about their schedule and see which day would be good. "The day after tomorrow it's perfect, what do you think?" Atsumu asked.
They have a game tomorrow and then a day off, which would be perfect for that since they wouldn't have to worry about practices or meetings with Foster.
"Okay, come at four in the afternoon," he warned as he wrote down the appointment on his cell phone calendar.
"I'm going to buy the things and I'm going to your apartment," Atsumu said as he went over everything he would need for the bleaching.
"No need," Kiyoomi mumbled and almost the other didn't hear him because of the mask, "I had to go to the pharmacy and asked the girl for help, it didn't make sense to make two trips just for that," he added.
Which is a complete lie, but Atsumu will never know that he went to the pharmacy just for that and spent a considerable amount of time analyzing all the product options for the discoloration and the so-called tinting. The attendant even dared to want to indicate one that was not cruelty-free, as if he would help maintain that type of industry.
"Are you sure, Omi-kun?" I'll give you the money later," Atsumu was a little speechless.
His heart was pounding his rib cage and Kiyoomi hadn't done anything much.
"Whatever," Kiyoomi said and without saying goodbye he turned and left, leaving behind an Atsumu too confused with his own feelings.
It was almost ten o'clock at night when Atsumu felt his cell phone vibrate on the bed, half grumbling and with his eyes closed he groped the empty space looking for it, before games he liked to sleep early to wake up in a good mood the next morning, so he had to rub his eyes twice when he saw who had sent a message because he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Omi-Omi [9:45 p.m.]:
Bring your things to wash your hair here.
I don't trust your hair hygiene too much.
Miya Atsumu [9:47 p.m.]:
You're the boss 🫡
Needless to say, after that simple exchange of messages, Atsumu took a while to control his racing heart and go to sleep.
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This won't work, that's what Kiyoomi thought as soon as he opened the door for a smiling Atsumu, it was four o'clock just as they agreed.
The advantage of living in the same neighborhood, Atsumu was wearing sweatpants and a Jackal's sweater, the opposite of Kiyoomi who wore Adidas running shorts and a simple black T-shirt.
"Good afternoon, Omi-kun," Atsumu wished as soon as he saw the owner of the house.
"Kiyoomi," he corrected once again, "Good afternoon, come in," he gave space for the other to enter.
Miya left his sneakers in the genkan and saw that there was a pair of spare slippers there, he stared at Sakusa and pointed to the pair, he didn't even need to say anything because the other understood and confirmed it with a shake of his head, so quickly Atsumu put on his slipper and waited for Kiyoomi.
The two walked to the living room in silence, the lifter observed the environment with extreme attention, Atsumu had already been there, but it was something quick and he didn't have time to notice anything, so this time, as a good curious, he would observe everything carefully.
"I brought my shampoo and conditioner, I also brought the hair dye that I use," Atsumu said as he shook the bag he had in his hands.
Kiyoomi stopped walking out of nowhere, startled by what the other had said. Ink?
"What do you mean "hair dye"? Hadn't you said it was just for bleaching? Kiyoomi widened his eyes, startled by the new mission.
He had no idea how to dye hair, he wasn't sure if he had understood how bleaching imagines dyeing. A bad idea, a bad one.
"It'll be fine, Omi-Omi," Atsumu tried to relax the other. "There's an instruction manual," he said as if it wasn't a big deal.
"If you go bald, it'll be all your fault, not mine" Kiyoomi warned, getting a laugh from the lifter.
"The most that can happen is a chemical cut," Atsumu shrugged, "But let's try to avoid it, please," he asked a little startled.
"I don't promise anything," Kiyoomi sighed, "Let's get started," the lifter called.
They walked to the small service area of Kiyoomi's apartment, he had already left all the things there and a chair so that Atsumu could sit during the process, as the blond already knew how the step-by-step was already sitting down without waiting for the other to say something.
"Just go from the root to where it's dark, you don't have to go lengthwise," Miya asked as he watched Sakusa prepare the mixture for bleaching, he had even bought a small pot and a brush.
She also watched as he took the aluminum foil and cut a few pieces, Miya's mind couldn't stop as she watched always wondering: how did Kiyoomi know that?
That kind of care was appreciated and only made the strange things that happened more and more often to Miya Atsumu's idiotic heart.
"I'm going to start," Kiyoomi warned when he stopped behind the chair where Atsumu was sitting, the lifter nodded.
The next few minutes they were silent, Atsumu scrolled his Instagram feed quietly while Kiyoomi with extreme care and all attention used a fine-tooth comb to separate a strand and pass the mixture through Miya's hair, then took a piece of aluminum foil and wrapped the wig, Kiyoomi had seen in the video the girl do that.
After a while of pretending that Instagram was interesting, Atsumu closed the app and opened the front camera, there he could see Kiyoomi all concentrated, this time he didn't wear a mask so he could observe the grimaces that he was sure he didn't even realize he was doing, the tip of his tongue stuck between his lips and the slight crease between his eyebrows, the charming twin spots and the curls that fell down her forehead only completed that work of art called Sakusa Kiyoomi.
Until Atsumu accidentally pressed the take photo button and the sound of the shutter going off broke the silence, Atsumu felt his cheeks turn red in the same second, a little clumsy he tried to close the app, but just kept taking more photos to his complete despair.
He wanted to die right then.
"You... Are you taking pictures of me? Kiyoomi asked stunned, he could see the photo shining on the lifter's phone.
"NO," he shouted startled, "I mean, yes, but it was unintentional, Omi-Omi," Atsumu fumbled his speech as he tried to erase the photo while hiding his burning face, but his hand trembled too much for that so he just gave up. "I was wanting to see how it was going," he gave the only excuse he could think of at the time.
Kiyoomi watched the other for some time, he couldn't see Miya's face only the top of his head full of aluminum foil, finally, he sighed and shrugged.
"Just don't do anything strange with this photo," Kiyoomi asked, returning to the task of applying the product to the lifter's hair.
Atsumu was quiet the rest of the time, the locked phone burned in his hand almost as if begging him to open the gallery, Miya wanted to see the photo so badly, but he also didn't want to look like a clueless idiot, so he kept his hands clenched in fist as he tried to divert his focus to something else.
"Okay, now you have to wait a few minutes," Kiyoomi squeezed Atsumu's shoulder to warn him, which ended up causing the other to jump in fright, he had been so focused on other things that he hadn't even heard when Sakusa spoke to him.
"Easy," he murmured.
Kiyoomi leaned his body against the wall behind him and pulled out his cell phone to kill time, he had some messages in the team group and two from his cousin, Motoya, but he just ignored them and went to the reading app he liked, he was reading a very good book and really wanted to finish it.
"Omi-kun," Atsumu called to him, breaking the long silence.
The silence lasted five minutes, it wasn't even an entire chapter.
"Kiyoomi," the man grumbled, it was already automatic to try to get Miya to call him by his name and not by one of the three hundred different nicknames.
"Omi-omi."
Silence.
"Stop ignoring me, Omi," Atsumu asked in the morning and Kiyoomi didn't even need to face him to know he was giving him that puppy look.
"Hey, Miya," Kiyoomi gave up reading with a long sigh.
Right in the part where the author was debating how the presence of plants can help improve the environment, bring comfort, and even improve the climate of the place.
"Oh, I don't know what to say," Atsumu widened his eyes. "You just ignore me normally, so I've never gotten to that part before," he continued shrugging.
"That's a lie," Kiyoomi said.
"Or tell me to shut up," Atsumu gave him a serious look as if daring him to try to deny it.
"That's true, but you never listen to me," the attacker agreed.
"Listening to you is boring.”
"Hey.
"But why did you agree to help me?" Atsumu finally asked what had been on his mind since the moment Kiyoomi accepted.
"You bribed me," he said as if it were obvious.
"Don't even come, you don't do what you don't want to do," Atsumu said seriously, he had seen Bokuto try to convince Sakusa several times and never succeeded.
"For the first time you're right," Sakusa said impressed, and even let out a giggle at the other's affected expression.
"I don't understand the reason for this gratuitous attack, Omi," Atsumu grumbled.
"Answering your question, you're my teammate, there's no point in me not helping you," Kiyoomi didn't lie, he just didn't tell the whole truth.
He wasn't going to simply say that he has a crush on the lifter and that if he asked to take a motorcycle in his name, Kiyoomi would definitely take it off.
"Cute," Atsumu blurted out, but Sakusa pretended she hadn't heard for the sake of her mental health. "Our next game is against your cousin's team, have you scheduled anything yet?" Miya asked the first thing that came to his mind, after all, it wasn't often that he had the opportunity to poke fun at his teammate's life.
Kiyoomi remembered the unanswered messages on his cell phone, it was probably Motoya demanding that they mark something.
"Not yet, your friend also plays there, right?" Kiyoomi returned the question to Atsumu's astonishment, he swore he would be ignored.
"Yes, Suna, but maybe 'Samu will go to the game, so I'll be left out or be a candle, which they swear never happens, I don't know which is less bad," Atsumu shrugged receiving a giggle in return.
There was her heart beating all out of step, all strange because of a giggle.
Miya Atsumu is sinking deeper every day and he doesn't even try to get rid of it.
"Come wash that hair," Kiyoomi preferred to change the subject, he had already given the product the right time for action and didn't want the other to go bald for spending too much time with the chemical.
Atsumu stood up and went to the tank with Kiyoomi, a clean towel was already there along with the shampoo that Miya had brought, so Kiyoomi started to remove the aluminum foil from the lifter's hair seeing that he had managed to bleach the root of his hair perfectly, it was a little yellowish and orange, but Miya knew what he was getting into when he asked Sakusa to do it.
Thank you, YouTube girl.
"Did it work?" Atsumu asked, breaking the silence.
"Yes, now lower your head," Kiyoomi guided Miya's head until it was under the tank faucet.
When Kiyoomi turned on the faucet, Atsumu let out a startled grunt and reflexively pulled his head up, then forced Sakusa to dig his fingers into Miya's hair and push his head down again.
"The water is cold, Omi-kun," Atsumu complained as the water hit his head again.
"So what, you're not going to use my bathroom just to wash your hair," Kiyoomi grumbled pulling out the shampoo bottle, putting the liquid in the palm of his hand, and took it to Atsumu's hair and started spreading the shampoo through the strands.
It was a very fragrant, fruity, and very sweet shampoo, Kiyoomi had smelled that smell before, but she thought it was from a perfume, not from his shampoo.
If someone said that he, Sakusa Kiyoomi, would be washing Miya Atsumu's hair of his own free will, he would have laughed and asked the person to see a psychologist. He would never imagine this in his entire life, but fate never tires of playing tricks, and there he was paying with his tongue.
Blaming fate is better than accepting that he wanted to do it.
She passed the conditioner still with Atsumu's grumbles over the cold water, as soon as she finished removing all the product from his hair she turned off the tap and took the towel so that Miya could dry her own hair.
"Do you have a dryer, Omi?" You can't put on the dye with wet hair," Atsumu said as he rubbed the towel in his hair.
"I do, wait a minute," Kiyoomi said, then turned his back and left the laundry area to go to his room to get the dryer.
Kiyoomi quickly grabbed the dryer and soon was back in the service area, Atsumu had already finished removing all the excess water from his hair and was sitting with the towel around his neck, the bleached locks fell over his forehead leaving that stripped-down look that Atsumu likes so much.
That scene did strange things with Kiyoomi's mind.
Atsumu looked up from his phone and smiled at Kiyoomi as soon as he noticed that he was no longer alone there, Sakusa opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, then shook his head as he unwound the cable from the dryer, plugged it into the outlet and waited for the lifter to put the phone away so he could dry his hair.
Carefully he began to dry Atsumu's damp hair, more and more that he ran his fingers through the strands the more the sweet smell of the shampoo came out of there, it seemed to be something too intimate to dry someone else's hair, he could see that the blond had his eyes closed with a slight smile on his lips, as if he was really enjoying that moment.
As quickly as he started, Kiyoomi finished drying Atsumu's hair breaking that intimate moment of theirs, to preserve his sanity the attacker soon turned off the dryer and unplugged it.
"I'll prepare the paint," Atsumu warned as he stood.
The next hour passed quickly, Kiyoomi had to take a mini-lesson on how to dye Atsumu's hair with himself, it was very similar to what he had done before (thank God) and, on top of that, he had to spend his cream to pass it around the blond's face so that the dye wouldn't stain him, a total rascality.
After the dye's action time passed, Atsumu washed his hair alone in the tank, Sakusa had already touched it too much for the sake of his sanity, left Miya to finish the wash, and went to where he had left the bag with tint, picked it up and returned to the small service area.
"I read that using it is good to neutralize any unwanted shade that has been left in the hair, like yellow or orange," Kiyoomi shook so that Atsumu could see the bag where the tint he had bought was, as the lifter could use it at home alone without Sakusa's help.
Kiyoomi stared at the blond for some time while Miya ran the towel through his freshly dyed hair, realized that he needed to touch up the cut he had been wearing since high school, Atsumu liked to leave the trimmed with the natural brown strands and left only the top of the head blonde and with the larger strands, so he could style it as he wanted, Kiyoomi had once researched that cut, undercut.
He shook his head to get rid of those thoughts when he noticed that Atsumu was staring at him confused with the towel forgotten over his head.
"Okay, blonde again," Kiyoomi said, breaking that silence, enough for Atsumu to realize that he had already finished drying his hair and that he needed to take the towel off his head.
"What do you mean 'blond again''? Atsumu grimaced saying those two words, "I'm blond from birth, Omi-Omi," he said in a false tone of offense as he rested his hand on his hip.
"Kiyoomi," Sakusa went on automatic.
"I know your name, Omi-Omi," Miya rolled her eyes, it was tiring.
"It doesn't seem like it, because you never say it," Kiyoomi muttered angrily.
"Of course, I know, Kiyoomi, you see, Omi-kun," Atsumu knew he was being childish, but the other's face was priceless when he was teased like that.
Atsumu took the bag with tint and gathered his other things while Kiyoomi gave a general organization in the service area, when the two finished they left the area together in silence, now that they had finished that day of improvised hairdressing there was no reason for Atsumu to be there, so Kiyoomi accompanied Miya through the room to the genkan.
"You're not blond from birth, Miya," Kiyoomi spoke calmly resuming the subject, rather than getting into a fight for his name, watched Miya put on his sneakers and for a second even thought about inviting him to do something, but soon changed his mind.
"I was born to be blond, Omi.
Atsumu had a somewhat affected tone as if he had never heard such an outrage, God forbid anyone other than Suna speaking ill of his blond, finished putting on his sneakers and stood in front of the door of the room.
For a second Kiyoomi was afraid that the other would believe that he was blonde from birth.
"True, unfortunately, it suits you," Kiyoomi replied shrugging.
Both he and Atsumu widened their eyes and then it was comical since neither of them had agreed on that reaction.
"yes, I mean..." Kiyoomi fumbled in what he said and he never fumbled. "The yellow egg yolk from high school was horrible, but this one now makes you beautiful," he chattered nonstop, which was a mistake every time it happened, just like at that moment.
"Do you think I'm handsome, Omi-Omi?" Atsumu raised his eyebrow with a small smile on his lips, Kiyoomi felt his cheek heat up in response.
"I didn't say that," Kiyoomi promptly tried to fix what he had said, he wouldn't let the other have that easy taste.
"But you haven't denied it now either," Atsumu took a step towards the attacker, that damn smile still on his lips.
"I should have made you bald," Kiyoomi grumbled taking a step back, "Dyed your hair neon green, match my jacket you hate," he kept making Atsumu's smile only increase, soon he felt his back hit the wall behind him, all the fault of the narrow genkan.
He was trapped in his own house.
"I think you're handsome too, Omi," Atsumu was dangerously close to Kiyoomi now, his caramel eyes even shining.
Then he got closer, and closer and closer.
Kiyoomi closed his eyes, nervous and anxious.
She felt Atsumu's warm lips rest on her cheek, pouring a chaste kiss there, then a low laugh, as if she knew exactly the effect it had on the other man. Kiyoomi squinted his eyes tightly, refusing to open them to face the other, not going to show any sign of frustration to him.
There was little pride left, so I would try to keep it.
"Thanks for your help, Omi-Omi, then I'll give you your bribery" The accent-heavy voice sounded so close to Kiyoomi's ear that if he turned his face a little bit he could take what he wanted.
But it wouldn't give Miya that taste.
As fast as he arrived, Miya walked away and left, leaving behind the trail of that sweet smell of his perfume and the mark of his lips burning on Kiyoomi's cheek, the brunette only opened his eyes when he heard the noise of the door closing, it was ridiculous, but he didn't want to see the victorious look on the other's face.
Damn it, Miya Atsumu and her fragrant hair.
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Atsumu was already on the court when Kiyoomi arrived, which was strange since normally only Sakusa arrived at that time, the curly guy liked to arrive early and have a moment alone of silent practice, as his teammates are anything but silent, but it wouldn't be possible to have that moment that morning.
Then Kiyoomi took a step back and turned around ready to sneak where he had just passed, if it was quiet enough he could go back to the locker room and Atsumu wouldn't even notice him.
But the plan went down the drain since the noise of his sneakers gave him away, he was willing to ignore it and continue walking when he heard the ball fall to the ground, a sign that his presence there was no longer unknown.
Damn sneakers.
"Omi-Omi!" Atsumu's excited voice sounded across the court. "What a surprise! He continued, this time waving to Kiyoomi.
Kiyoomi turned in the direction of his teammate, he had a reputation for being rude, but he wasn't that extreme always.
"Why the surprise?" I work here too," Kiyoomi asked, raising her eyebrow.
"I never get there before you," Atsumu shrugged explaining the surprise, "Where's your mask?" He asked a little confused, everyone knew that the striker only took off his mask to play or in the locker rooms when he went to bathe, even if he wasn't limited to that.
Lately, Sakusa has felt much more comfortable being without a mask inside the club's premises, probably because he is already used to the environment, with the fact that everyone knows their limits and no one tries any cuteness, except Bokuto and Hinata, Kiyoomi has already given up on these two, they live in a bubble of happiness and it seems wrong to take them out of it, so he ended up getting used to the touches of hands during the game, with the proximity when one of them wants to show something because deep down Kiyoomi knows that they hardly have any ounce of evil in their veins (and always sees Atsumu handing a bottle of hand sanitizer to the two before any interaction).
"Need help warming up?" He asked, walking up to Kiyoomi, he was in a funny position and it seemed that at any moment he would run away.
That was the first time they were alone since the day they were at Sakusa's house, two days ago, every time they interacted at the club they were surrounded by teammates and physical trainers, which was not the case that day.
Until someone arrived, it was just the two of them, running out would be ugly even for Kiyoomi.
Kiyoomi usually didn't receive help to warm up, he tried to stay as long as he could without receiving any kind of touch from other people, the only ones he didn't say anything about were precisely the physical trainers, physiotherapists and doctors of MSBY and the National Team, after all, a high-level athlete can't have a career without some kind of injury.
In the last game, he landed in a false landing when he was returning from an improvised block and ended up turning his ankle a little, it wasn't a sprained or worse, but he was a little sore.
"It's okay," Kiyoomi agreed, all because of his ankle, he wouldn't want an injury in the middle of the championship.
Atsumu had his mouth open for a few seconds, he didn't imagine he would agree, at least not without a little struggle, when he realized that Sakusa was staring at him with his eyebrow raised almost as if he was going to say something, so Atsumu arranged his posture so that Kiyoomi wouldn't give up on help and walked to the yoga mats they used to warm up.
Although Meian does do do yoga with them, especially after a five-set match, according to the captain it helps relax the muscles and clear the mind, one day Atsumu will try to see if the theory holds water.
He took the carpet and walked to Kiyoomi, left the carpet on the floor, and went to the locker rooms, there was the cloth he needed and also a cleaning product that Sakusa was using around the locker room, took what he needed, and returned to the court.
Kiyoomi was confused by what Atsumu was doing until he saw what Miya had in his hands and couldn't help but be a little emotional.
He knew that his aversion to germs was known to everyone, and he also knew that it could be uncomfortable for some people, even as an adult he has met people who did not understand that he did not want to be rude when he asked about the cleaning routine of a certain thing or that no, he did not want a handshake, at least not without seeing the person clean his hands very well beforehand, How many times have they not asked him to take off his mask?
So seeing Atsumu, who is just his teammate, clean that rug without Kiyoomi saying anything is really important to him, it may seem silly to some, but to Sakusa it means a lot.
"You can lie down," Atsumu said when he finished cleaning the carpet, when he didn't notice any movement coming from the other, Miya looked up to see him.
Kiyoomi was silent just watching the lifter and didn't even realize that he hadn't moved before the blond's command, so he cleared his throat trying to clear his mind.
"How do you want me?" Kiyoomi asked as she knelt next to the lifter.
"What?" Atsumu asked a little scared, his mind had gone a mile with just that silly question.
Kiyoomi reduced Atsumu's brain to a melted jelly and didn't even seem to notice.
"On the carpet, Miya," Sakusa rolled her eyes at the other, "Get that mind out of the gutter," he mumbled a few more incomprehensible things to the other man.
"Apparently, you were the one who took it badly, not me, Omi-omi," Atsumu let a smile appear on his lips, a smile that increased when he noticed Kiyoomi's neck start to turn red.
From watching his teammate so much, Atsumu knew that when Kiyoomi was embarrassed his neck was the first part to turn red, and only then his cheeks.
"Let's get on with it," Kiyoomi grumbled as he lay on the carpet, his annoyed expression drawing a low laugh from Atsumu.
The next few minutes passed quickly, Atsumu became unexpectedly serious as he helped Kiyoomi with the stretch, and with that they had no interruption, little by little his teammates were also arriving and filling that strange silence that hung in the air.
For the teammates, that scene was unusual, but not strange, because as much as Atsumu and Kiyoomi didn't realize it, they seemed to gravitate around each other.
"I want help too, Bo," Hinata said excitedly to her teammate.
"Let's imitate them," Bokuto said, together they went to Kiyoomi and Atsumu.
It was no surprise to anyone that Bokuto and Hinata's stretching didn't work out, as they were more concerned with talking about the ending of the manga that they both liked, a conversation that soon caught Atsumu's attention because he still didn't believe that the most famous character in the work had died.
"Thank you, Miya," Kiyoomi grumbled when Atsumu finished helping him.
I didn't know how the lifter managed to do both at the same time, but just not having to stand Miya's eyes on him for the entire stretch was a relief, maybe even buying Bokuto and Hinata's favorite energy drinks to say thank you.
"Come on, guys," Meian shouted in the center of the court, next to her was Coach Foster with his much-loved clipboard.
"Come, Omi-kun," Atsumu reached out to help him up, and with a sigh Sakusa accepted the help.
The two were the last to join in the semicircle around Meian and Foster, Kiyoomi even tried, but his head was too far away to pay much attention to the coach's orders, all he could think about was Atsumu's touch on his skin, and how it seemed to burn so far.
"I'll go over today's instructions," Foster warned, noting his notes, with a slight poke from Miya on his arm. Kiyoomi forced his mind to stop flying and pay attention to the trainer.
Not that it helped much, but he tried.
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Two weeks have passed and nothing new has happened in Atsumu's life, he is still very good at volleyball, irritating his twin a lot, and with a huge crush on Kiyoomi not being reciprocated (not that he knows if it is or not, as he never takes any steps to find out), so, well, as I said, nothing new happened in these two weeks to Miya's sadness.
"When are you going to get your head out of your ass and do something?" Osamu complained after hearing for the thousandth time that night that Atsumu crying a river because of Kiyoomi.
"Never," Suna shouted through the speakers to Atsumu's dismay.
He was in Osamu's apartment and had the idea of calling their best friend, Suna Rintaro, via video call, as he wanted love advice, which he now knows was not his best idea that day, as Suna and 'Samu took an unhealthy pleasure in picking on Atsumu and helping that was good? Nothing.
It was a Saturday off, no game or training, one of the few in which it coincided with Suna's also agitated agent, so in Atsumu's mind it made sense to take advantage of that coincidence and call his friend along with Osamu, as said before: now he regrets it a lot.
"I don't know why I called you, bye," Atsumu grumbles and ends the call amid shouts of protest from Sunarin.
Two seconds later Sunarin calls Osamu who promptly answers the call, much to Atsumu's misfortune, not that he expected anything else from the two.
"Does the truth hurt, asshole?" Suna complains and gives the middle finger to Atsumu, who quickly reciprocates the gesture.
"Enough, children," Osamu intervenes, he knows both of them too well to know that it would not end anytime soon if they continued.
"You were the ones who started it and I am the one who takes the fame," Atsumu grumbled (again) crossing his arms, he didn't even look like a responsible adult (not so responsible) when he acted like that.
"You have to take off that band-aid, the no you already have now run after the humiliation," Suna shrugged, Atsumu really considered taking Osamu's cell phone and throwing it across the room, the other Miya seemed to know what was going on in his brother's head because he soon changed the handset leaving it as far away as possible.
"Suna": 'Samu kind of fought, kind of laughed at the other man's speech.
"You play with Motoya, has Omi told him about me?" Atsumu had his eyes shining, he even looked like a puppy.
"Nothing more than the basics, about how you send a lot of messages, you keep disturbing his peace..." Suna's image disappeared when Atsumu in a ninja blow took Osamu's cell phone and ended the call.
The lifter was grumbling when the cell phone rang again and he could hear Osamu talking to Suna.
"Stop bothering him, Sunarin."
"But it's funny.
"Suna," Osamu used that tone of voice that is normally used to give a warning to small children, Suna let a long annoyed sigh sound too loud for Atsumu to hear and rolled his eyes at the feigned drama.
"Okay, turn to him," Sunarin asked, and promptly the other man turned his phone to the lifter. "Hang up on me again and I'll send a picture of your emo era to Kiyoomi, sucker," Suna fought with the blond who shrugged.
"You wouldn't do that," Atsumu said alarmedly.
That was his worst bar best time, although no one understood the appeal of being emo at thirteen and listening to Fall Out Boy in the headphones bursting, complete with a cap and bangs covering one eye, Atsumu learned to use eyeliner at that time too.
"Of course I would," Suna clicked his tongue, it seemed that Atsumu didn't know him.
"He would," Osamu agreed.
"yes, yes," Atsumu snorted, throwing his head back on the back of the sofa.
"By the way, of course, Motoya doesn't tell me what he talks about with Kiyoomi, asshole," he replied, still indignant at Atsumu's previous feat. "I'm lying," he told me something very interesting about hair dye," the smile Suna opened could easily be compared to that of the Cheshire cat.
Atsumu let out a groan of pain, already embarrassed even before Suna spoke, but it was his fault for insisting on that topic and for ending the call in the other's face, now he had to endure.
"What do you mean?" Osamu asked confused.
Atsumu asked Kiyoomi to touch up his blonde.
"No! That's a lie" Osamu was laughing softly as he watched his brother's hair and only now realizing that the root was no longer natural like the last time they saw each other in person.
Motoya said Kiyoomi spent the night watching tutorials because he had never done it before and that's why he was late for the team meeting. "Suna continued chattering a little more, but Atsumu had already lost himself in thought.
He didn't know that, had Kiyoomi watched tutorials to help him? CUTE!
"I can see the hearts in your eyes, Atsumu, pull yourself together man," Osamu slapped the back of the twin's neck, and only then did the blond stop thinking about a certain curly man with double spots on his forehead, "So that's why you didn't ask me to retouch it, I even thought you had decided to go to the salon," Osamu continued to receive a little yellow smile from his brother.
"No matter what, you couldn't come and help me with my hair, ok?" Atsumu said with the biggest washed face in the world, and soon Osamu and Suna started laughing.
"Aren't you ashamed to lie, Miya Atsumu?"
"No," Atsumu shrugged, it wasn't a lie that put anyone in danger or that could hurt someone.
He just wanted to spend some time alone with Kiyoomi and if he had to lie and involve his twin for that, well, let them sue him for being a man in love. Atsumu was going to explain the reason for the lie when his cell phone vibrated next to him on the couch, he groped the space until he found it and when he pulled it out he saw that it was a message from Kiyoomi.
(If Suna spreads around that Atsumu let out a little scream too thin because of a message, know that it's a lie, a huge lie because it wasn't that thin.)
Omi-Omi:
Did you use the purple shampoo?
Yes, it was just a simple three-word message that was responsible for Atsumu's collapse, again: sue him!
Miya Atsumu:
Not yet, omi-omi
Omi-Omi:
Kiyoomi
Don't forget to use, Miya
Atsumu had been rolling it up to use it for two weeks he had forgotten, but now with Kiyoomi's message he had to use it, he couldn't let him think that Atsumu hadn't appreciated the gesture that Omi-kun made when buying the tint, not to mention that his blonde was already getting a little lifeless.
His blond hair needed the purple shampoo...
"Holy shit, I'm a genius," Atsumu jumped off the couch with wide eyes. "Bye, losers," he half shouted as he picked up his backpack that was lying on the floor next to the door.
"Atsumu?" What the hell? Osamu shouted to his brother, but he was already practically running to the elevator. "He's going to get up to no good, poor Kiyoomi," he shook his head sighing, he had already given up following his brother's impulses a long time ago.
"He'll definitely be up to no good," Sunarin agreed, "But when you're going out on a date with me..."
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Atsumu stared at the label on the package carefully as he looked for the instructions, after finding what he was looking for, he gave a good read to learn how to use that purple shampoo, although he had been blonde since high school, Atsumu had never used tint before.
"Do not exceed fifteen minutes with the product in the hair, as it may be stained purple."
She washed her hair normally with her favorite shampoo and dried the excess water from her hair with a towel, then took the tint and in front of the mirror began to apply the product all over the blonde part. As soon as he finished the application, he took his cell phone and took a picture in the mirror.
Miya Atsumu:
I'm wearing, omi-omi
He fixed the little mess he had left in the bathroom, turned off the lights, and went to the kitchen to prepare something for dinner, he was looking at the options on the fridge when the cell phone vibrated in his pants pocket when he picked it up he saw that it was a message from Kiyoomi, he unlocked the cell phone and closed the refrigerator while clicking on the message icon.
Omi-Omi:
Be careful with the time of the product in your hair
And why are you shirtless?
Atsumu widened his eyes when he read the last message, he hadn't even realized that he was shirtless when he took the photo and sent it to Kiyoomi, now it seemed that it had been on purpose, and he took off his shirt so that he wouldn't run the risk of dirtying it with tint.
Miya Atsumu:
LOL
i didn't realize
but you can enjoy the view, Omi
I let
A stupid smile sprouted from Atsumu's lips when he sent that last message, he didn't want the other to know that he had been embarrassed by the photo, and nothing better than being arrogant to mask his shame.
Omi-Omi:
no thanks
I even blacked out
but
Was that a tattoo on your hip?
"Shit."
Atsumu cursed softly, he needed to learn to look at things before sending, since he had gotten the tattoo he had been careful that none of his teammates saw it, he didn't know why, but it seemed too intimate, he also knew that tattoos weren't that appreciated in their country, but now Kiyoomi knew and it wasn't as strange the feeling as he thought it would be before.
Miya Atsumu:
perhaps
Omi-Omi:
What is it
Miya Atsumu:
I only show it personally
👀
Atsumu watched for long minutes Kiyoomi's "typing" disappeared and appeared, it even seemed that he was typing a huge text, finally the message finally arrived.
Omi-Omi:
I didn't want to see it anyway
Atsumu let out a laugh when he read it, because it was exactly what he imagined the other would send, he couldn't help but imagine him shrugging his shoulders with a fluffy beak on his lips, looking like a little child when his mother didn't do the will, while thinking of an answer and traveling with Kiyoomi's mental image Atsumu completely forgot about the time, when he looked at the clock in the notification bar of his cell phone he was startled, he had been so entertained talking to Kiyoomi that he had completely missed the recommended time to wash his hair.
Miya Atsumu:
shit
Omi-Omi:
???
(The fact that Kiyoomi hadn't deleted the photo was solely out of curiosity to uncover the tattoo, that's all.)
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"No, no, no...”
Atsumu repeated that word as he rubbed the shampoo in his hair and saw the purple foam form on his hands, he turned on the shower and let the running water take the rest of the shampoo from his scalp while he kept repeating the mantra, he hadn't been that dumb like that.
She turned off the shower and pulled out a towel wrapping it in her hair, removed all the excess water, and two long breaths later she found the courage to look at herself in the mirror and, well...
Atsumu wanted to cry.
"Fucking bitch," he cursed all the names he knew as he continued to watch his image reflected in the mirror.
Her once blonde hair was now purple, violet, whatever, what mattered was that it was in a color that was not her beloved blonde.
Miya Atsumu wanted to die.
You see, his plan was simple: he was going to use the tint, take a picture, and send it to Kiyoomi, it was a great way to start a conversation, and then they would talk, talk, and talk even more and when Kiyoomi realized he would already have a ring on his finger, couple travel plans and a motorcycle financed in Atsumu's name.
A perfect plan and no mistakes.
But he didn't count on a small and important detail: talking to Kiyoomi so much that he had forgotten he had shampoo in his hair and then spending the recommended time with him in his hair.
Atsumu was staring at her hair in the mirror hoping that magically something would happen, anything, and her hair would return to its natural color (her blonde, obviously), she took her forgotten cell phone and unlocked it with her twin's contact in mind, but Kiyoomi's unread messages diverted her attention and soon found herself in their chat.
Omi-Omi:
What happened????
Miya
????
A huge pout formed on Atsumu's lips while he typed.
Miya Atsumu:
A catastrophe, Omi
a big, huge catastrophe
😭😭😭
Omi-Omi:
How so?
Miya Atsumu:
[image]
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(Atsumu had messy hair, red cheeks with anger, and ((actually it's a desire to cry)), still shirtless, but that can be ignored, and the huge beak was still there and of course, he had purple hair, obviously that was the first thing Kiyoomi noticed, for sure.)
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Atsumu expected any message as an answer, but none ever crossed his mind, he was confused as he watched the message visualized ten minutes ago and without any response, no laughing fit or any offense to his intelligence. Anything would have been better than a beautiful and grand nothing.
He left his cell phone on the bed and went to the living room to look for something to watch on TV, he didn't want to be like an anxious madman waiting for Kiyoomi to send messages, and much less did he want to take the risk of sending someone else, he was a little proud after all.
He was going to text his brother, but he had given up when he remembered that he would be laughed at and that Osamu couldn't do anything about Hyogo, damn bastard, what did it cost to live in Osaka? Atsumu would never tell his brother, but he missed sharing the same roof as him, he was also relieved that their mother wouldn't be alone in Hyogo (nor would Osamu).
He let the episode of an anime that he didn't even follow play at low volume, and he settled better on the couch to watch, his eyes didn't take long to weigh and soon Atsumu was sleeping on the couch and while snoring softly he started dreaming about a certain striker and a trip to the market to buy cleaning products together.
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Knock, knock, knock...
Ring, ring, ring...
The sound was a background noise, far away, which seemed like part of Atsumu's dream, so he just mumbled turning around on the couch hoping that the sound would stop, but it continued for some time, very desperate after a while, he tossed and turned on the couch trying to get rid of that annoying noise in the dream, but nothing seemed to work, until...
"Miya?" The doorbell rang again, "Atsumu?" "This time it was a knock on the door.
Even in his dream, he could hear Kiyoomi's voice perfectly, it even seemed that he was there next to him, during the dream his cell phone also started ringing, Natasha Bedingfield's voice in that boring but addictive song that plays in that movie that has Emma Stone.
I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
"I got..." Atsumu grumbled during the dream until he moved too much and suddenly there was no surface under him anymore.
Atsumu fell flat on his face, with the noise of the doorbell ringing and Pocketful of Sunshine exploding in some corner of the house.
"It's gone," Atsumu mumbled loud enough that whoever was the desperate one outside the door stopped ringing the doorbell, seconds later Natasha Bedingfield's voice was also gone.
Atsumu stood rubbing his eyes, the television was still on a random program when he passed by her rubbing his eyes, unlocked the door in a long yawn, and scratched his chest in the process, he was sure there was dry drool on his chin, a sign that the nap had been too good.
"Miya?"
That voice...
So it wasn't Atsumu's dream of playing pranks, Kiyoomi was the one who had knocked on the door like crazy minutes ago and Atsumu had drool on his chin, messy hair, and sleep in his eye.
And Kiyoomi was standing there in the hallway, staring at him like that.
Then Atsumu closed the door in Sakusa Kiyoomi's face and rushed to the bathroom.
What a beautiful shitty day he was having.
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Kiyoomi stared at the closed wooden door with a frown. What is the setter's problem? Did you really need to close the door in his face like that? As a Neanderthal? Okay, he hadn't told him he was going, but he also didn't expect that reaction from the other.
About an hour later, planted in that hallway, without water, or food (it was a two-minute thing, but it's dramatic), Atsumu opened the door again, and this time he was wearing a shirt (too bad) and much more tidy, especially his face.
Kiyoomi swears that he has seen drool on Miya's chin before.
"Your hair," was the only thing Kiyoomi said, she had fixed all her attention on Atsumu's hair now that she had nothing more interesting to see.
(Kiyoomi wasn't disappointed that he wore a shirt, he wasn't.)
"I'm horrible," Atsumu grumbled, waving his hand in an exaggerated gesture so that Kiyoomi could enter the apartment.
"You didn't look ugly," Kiyoomi replied quickly as she walked past him at the door, and it was true, the color hadn't looked strange on the lifter.
"It's your eyes, Omi," Atsumu gave a weak smile and closed the door. "What brings you here, Omi-omi? Not that I'm complaining," he added immediately afterward because all he didn't want was for Kiyoomi to leave.
"Here," he held out the transparent bag at Atsumu's eye level, Kiyoomi had red cheeks, it looked like he was going to explode at any moment.
Atsumu picked up the bag with a furrowed brow, what had the other brought at that time and that he couldn't have waited for when they had practice?
"What is it..." Atsumu stopped talking when he saw the contents of the bag, he had been a little emotional.
Inside the bag, there was an anti-residue shampoo and conditioner.
"I read that it helps fade the purple," Kiyoomi shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal.
As if he hadn't spent his time researching it, going to a pharmacy and buying it, all of it of his own volition, and now he was standing in Miya Atsumu's living room with his hands in his sweatshirt pocket and his cheeks red.
Miya Atsumu felt her chest swell with the most varied feelings, all about Sakusa Kiyoomi.
He liked it so much that it hurt.
"I'm going to kiss you, if you don't want to, just say it," Atsumu warned as he left the bag on the couch.
Kiyoomi widened his eyes, clearly surprised by the other's sudden warning.
"I won't say then," Kiyoomi ventured, biting his cheek from the inside as he watched Atsumu.
"I'm coming to you" he warned one last time.
Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, then he took the few steps that separated them wrapped his hand around Atsumu's shirt, and pulled him in for a kiss.
"Incredible how you talk too much, always" Kiyoomi murmured against the other's closed lips, Atsumu let out a giggle before guiding his hand to Kiyoomi's waist and opening his mouth to deepen the kiss.
Their lips met in a soft and delicate kiss, it was as if the world around them had disappeared. It was a moment full of tenderness, where time seemed to have stopped everything on its own, as if the stars were aligned, all collaborating for an even more perfect moment.
When they part, they both smile, their faces slightly flushed and happiness reflected on their faces.
"I won't take you on a date until you're blonde again," Kiyoomi warned, leaving a squeeze on the other's waist.
"I already told you I was born blond, Omi, why don't you believe me?" Atsumu pouted exaggeratedly, pulling an eye roll.
"By the way, now you can show me your tattoo," Kiyoomi remembered the photo from before, including Atsumu's message where he said he only showed it in person.
"What's that, Sakusa Kiyoomi, you don't even pay for a dinner before? Do you just want to take my clothes off after a kiss?”
I liked it, Atsumu almost said.
If anyone (Suna) spreads around that Atsumu now lives sighing in the corners, listening to First Love, and singing in the shower (Hikaru Utada would cry in disgust) know that it is a lie! He is only very much in love and very embarrassed by Sakusa Kiyoomi (more than usual).
And yes, Miya Atsumu was born to be blonde and to be Sakusa Kiyoomi.
To clear up any future doubts: yes, after that day Kiyoomi saw Atsumu's tattoo several times.