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Atsumu watches across the bar at Kiyoomi as he takes a drag on his cigarette and closes his eyes. It seems like the infamous heir of the perfect Sakusa family has his off days. Atsumu overheard a conversation that Kiyoomi and the bartender were having. The bartender had asked if Kiyoomi was stressed about relationship problems, to which Kiyoomi let out a laugh that sounded more like a scoff. He claimed that relationships were a waste of time, and that he would feel rather… annoyed at someone who couldn’t keep up with his lifestyle. Atsumu only shook his head when he heard that. What a jackass. But soon, a small smile took over his face.
“Are you crazy, Tsumu?” Tooru exclaimed, and Keiji could only stare at Atsumu.
“Who ya callin’ crazy? Yer crazy!” Atsumu flopped onto the couch.
“Mr. I-Can’t-Stand-Humans. You fell for… that?”
“Keiji is literally friends with him!” Atsumu pointed an accusatory finger at Keiji.
“Not by choice,” Keiji defended, which made both Atsumu and Tooru raise a brow at him. “Okay, don’t look at me like that. Can we go back to Atsumu being in love with Kiyoomi?”
“Right! You’re totally going to get your heart broken. He doesn't believe in that type of stuff.”
“I can fix him. He’ll know what true love is.” This earned an are you serious? look from Tooru and Keiji. “No Really!! I can.”
And only I can, Atsumu thought as he smiled to himself, which made Keiji really contemplate whether he should refer him to a therapist.
—
Atsumu leaned back in the passenger seat as he let the cold air hit his face. He looked down at the hand holding onto his thigh, occasionally squeezing and playing with the ripped part of his jeans. Atsumu looked to the driver’s side, and there he was, Sakusa Kiyoomi. Somehow, Kiyoomi was interested in Atsumu when Atsumu had taken the initiative to approach him. Something about Atsumu was captivating to Kiyoomi. He was different from the people who usually tried to hit him up. Atsumu was brave, and he didn’t really care what the other party might say. He gets what he wants, and Kiyoomi, oh… Kiyoomi was a giver.
Atsumu was quickly distracted from his thoughts when he heard a voice.
“Is it here?” Kiyoomi asked, referring to the busy night market.
Atsumu nodded, and Kiyoomi started to drive towards the parking area. After they both got out of the car, Atsumu held Kiyoomi’s hand.
“Let’s go?” Atsumu titled his head, because he knew it worked.
Kiyoomi smiled, and he took his free hand to Atsumu’s face. His thumb rubbed against Atsumu’s cheekbone as he leaned in, placing a soft kiss on the blonde’s lips. Atsumu squeezed Kiyoomi’s hands in response. The two walked towards the night market.
“I’ll go buy it for you. Stay here. Don’t stray away.” Kiyoomi said, or more like ordered.
“Whatever ya want me ta do, babe.” Atsumu practically purred.
Atsumu watched as Kiyoomi left to go buy some food, and he knew Kiyoomi was folding. He knew the type of person Kiyoomi was, and he knew he was the perfect person to change someone like him.
The only reason people said Kiyoomi was hard to get into was because Atsumu hadn’t been in his life yet. But now he was.
—
“Who are ya textin’?” Osamu peeked at Atsumu’s phone.
“None of ya business.” Atsumu turned his phone away.
“Tsumu, this is a family function. Get off your phone,” Rintarou said, earning a glare.
“Ya really wanna talk about using phones during a family function?” Atsumu challenged.
“Yeah. What about it?”
“Ya use yer phone all th—”
“Okay, shut up,” Osamu interrupted. “Just tell us who y’re texting.”
“My man.”
“Who the fuck? When did ya get a man?”
“Baby, you’re late. He’s talking about Sakusa Kiyoomi,” Rintarou said, shaking his head at his boyfriend.
“Sakusa… Kiyoomi… is yer man…?” Osamu asked.
“Don’t act so shocked.” Atsumu huffed.
“Tsumu, ya gotta be careful,” Osamu said concernedly.
Atsumu sighed loudly. “I’m telling ya, and all my friends. I can fix him, duh.”
“Okay, Bob the Builder, the fuck?” Rintarou was disappointed, but this time at the other twin.
“No really!!!!! I can. And guess what? Only I can.”
“Y’re fucking crazy.”
Atsumu flipped Osamu off.
—
Atsumu was in Kiyoomi’s room now. It was big and very monochrome. He leaned against the headboard, watching Kiyoomi crawl towards his open thighs.
Good boy, that’s right. Come close, Atsumu thought as Kiyoomi held eye contact the whole time he settled himself in between Atsumu’s legs. He leaned down to Atsumu’s awaiting lips, and they kissed for a bit until Kiyoom’s hands slipped under Atsumu’s shirt. Then Atsumu pulled away.
“Hey, behave. I’ll show ya heaven, if y’re an angel all night,” Atsumu murmured, his thumb brushing against Kiyoomi’s bottom lip.
“Who do you take me for?” Kiyoomi raised a brow.
Atsumu hummed. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t?”
Atsumu pulled him into another kiss before speaking again.
“They say y’re going ta break my heart.”
Kiyoomi’s brows furrowed. “Who’s saying that?”
“It’s not important. Ya can trust me, I can handle a dangerous man like ya.”
“You think I’m dangerous?”
Atsumu looked at Kiyoomi, and neither of them broke eye contact.
“I think…” Atsumu started, his hands tracing down Kiyoomi’s body. “Y’re already in love with me.”
Kiyoomi sucked in a breath. “Fuck. Yeah. Yeah, I am.”