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SakuAtsu broke up when Kiyoomi was in his 2nd year in college. He couldn't balance his studies, his volleyball career, and his relationship with Atsumu.
He would always feel guilty because he’d leave atsumu’s messages unresponded for hours, or to days, weeks even. And whenever they both have the time, Kiyoomi feels like his energy was too low, and that his replies are shit— even though Atsumu assured him that it’s /fine/.
But how could he act like everything was fine when Atsumu would look so broken everytime he leaves? How could he, when all he’d hear when he asked his boyfriend’s close friends and twin was that they barely hear about Atsumu because he’d isolate himself in MSBY’s shared dorm? So when Kiyoomi couldn't take the guilt that’s gnawing his conscience anymore, he broke up with Atsumu.
Kiyoomi left every social media account he had after informing his now-ex, and focused on his studies and collegiate volleyball. There were times where he’d cry himself to sleep because— how could he not—? He didn’t truly want to leave atsumu behind either;
He thought it was for the better— Atsumu can find someone who’d take care of him better than he can. Someone who could make him feel loved, appreciated, /prioritized/. Atsumu wouldn’t have to get hurt anymore when they can't spend time with each other.
Because no matter how much Atsumu told him that it’s fine, Kiyoomi knew, he could feel it. In the back of his mind, Atsumu is hurting a lot more than he shows, or tries not to show. He doesn't need to act fine when everything is bothering him now.
It’s for the better. Atsumu would be much happier with someone else.
Atsumu is a famous volleyball athlete, for sure there are thousands of people lining up to woo him, right..?
So after another 2 years of surviving college, excelling in collegiate volleyball, and graduating with flying colors, Kiyoomi finally opened his socials.
His phone lagged a bit. notifications bombarding him left and right— but, his eyes narrowed down to one specific name.
Atsumu Miya.
there were thousands of messages— the latest being just… yesterday. What?
Kiyoomi’s thumb hovered over the message, wondering if he should open it. if he did.. wouldn’t atsumu notice it—? AAAH. Fuck pride and ego, he’s going to read them all.
Kiyoomi’s eyes teared up. It isn't consistent, but Atsumu continued sending him messages as if they were still talking. He would chat him the randomest thing ever— there was even a picture of a cute stuffed toy he found just last week that reminded him of kiyoomi, making him chuckle.
But the things that made kiyoomi sob were the long messages where atsumu breaks down.
It was heartbreaking, reading it all. it was like Atsumu never moved on— that he was still waiting for Kiyoomi all this time.
There was this message where he told Kiyoomi that he would always watch their game in disguise, so as to not bother him. He's just there, cheering on him silently because he doesn’t want to bother him.
Most of the messages were one lines— some were few hours in between, some were days, or weeks, months. It was updates in his life that he’d always share, no matter how random, because he was just like that. even if he’d never respond. Just like when he was in his second year, busying himself with studies and career.
“It's been 2 yrs. I hope yer doin’ good” The day they broke up.
“i lpve yiu si much omi” It was full of typos, something Atsumu would sent when he can’t stop crying.
“i miss yoi :((“
“i eidh yiu werr hrre” It was followed by a long message, wishing he was there and that he would be fine no matter what.
But then, there was also this kind of message: “so today we went to this place—“ where he was with his MSBY teammates.
“OMIII THIS LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE YA” and it was a picture of a bulldog stuffed toy wearing a neon green shirt.
“imysm hshshdhd”
“WE WON AGAINST ADLERS OMI!!!”
“wishing you luck!! love yaaa” It was recent, when his collegiate volleyball team was about to play for finals.
“I heard ya graduated, congrats!! I wanna go but coach won’t let me take a day off this time :<”
“I saw yer cousin’s story on ig. Yer still frowning like a bulldog in every pic www”
“I wish we could at least talk :( I really miss you… but it’s not like you’re ever coming back whshshd”
“love ya, sweet dreams Omi Omi <3”
Kiyoomi couldn’t sleep that night. He bawled his eyes out while lying on the bed, reading every chats Atsumu sent in the course of two years, and checking up on him through his social media posts full of random pictures and msby photos.
— to be continued —