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“I don’t think you noticed,” Atsumu picks up the conversation again. “The flowers over there,” he jerks his head to the dining table where Kiyoomi has neatly put the random bouquet of red and orange tulips in a vase yesterday, “they were for you. You were supposed to take them home with you, not decorate my house with them.” Atsumu snorts at the way Kiyoomi merely blinks at him.
“For me?” the omega asks. “I assumed they were a gift from one of your fleeting interests.”
The alpha groans. “How many times do I have to tell you that there are no fleeting interests anymore?” Atsumu shakes his head. Kiyoomi doesn’t believe him. “I think I made it clear that you’re the only one for me these days, Omi.” That's a cruel joke, Kiyoomi almost says out loud.
or: omega maid kiyoomi falls in love with seemingly unreachable alpha fuckboy atsumu.