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Was it a slap in the face when his cousin, his anti-social loner of a cousin, found his person before he did and was now engaged? A bit. But Komori could give congratulations where it was due.
“Look at my ring, Toya-kun!” Atsumu flashed the diamond in his face, but all Komori could do was stare with honest shock.
Komori knew Sakusa was head over heels for the cocky blond with an ego, but marriage? And it seemed so soon. The two had only been dating for a year. Was this really warranted? He was honestly wondering if Sakusa was coerced, but as he scanned over the other’s figure he seemed to be fine. Don’t get it wrong, Komori loved Atsumu. The blond was one of his best friends and had been for a while. This whole thing had just blind-sighted him.
“Yeah, it’s uh… it’s beautiful.” It really was. It was a decently sized diamond on a crisp silver band, nothing obnoxiously large but also big enough for Atsumu’s taste. “Congratulations, you two.”
“You seem shocked,” Sakusa Kiyoomi finally spoke up. The slight sarcasm in his voice was enough to shake Komori out of his trance. “Are you not happy?”
The uneasiness in his cousin’s voice had the man immediately shaking his head in rebuts, “No no, nothing like that. I’m thrilled for you both, seriously. No one deserves this more than the two of you. I just wasn’t expecting something like this, at least not so… soon.”
Sakusa nodded at the other’s answer so the explanation must’ve been well enough to relieve any doubts his cousin may have thought he had.
“We put together a small dinner for tomorrow and we want ya to come, Toya-kun.” Atsumu’s large grin was giddy with excitement. The proposal must’ve been fresh. “Just a few other people will be there. My brother and his boyfriend. Ya remember me talkin’ bout Samu, right?”
How could he forget? Atsumu complained about him all the time. He’s never met the guy, but from how Atsumu described him, he sounded like a total asshole. However, with how dramatic the blond was, it was never easy to tell. Komori kept a gentle smile on his face as he sipped his tea. “Sounds nice. I’ll be there. Gotta support my cuz…!” The hint of teasing in the man’s words didn’t go unnoticed by the said cousin who only scowled in return as he was accompanied with a pat on the shoulder.
What was said to be a small dinner quickly became a lie. The couple had managed to rent out some fancy Italian restaurant for the night. It was extravagant and there was an abundance of people despite the few Atsumu had previously mentioned. Komori walked in, and while he never had an issue being friendly, he was never good with an overwhelming crowd. Immensely feeling out of place, Komori high-tailed it to the bar for some liquid courage.
He ordered his first drink and while waiting he felt two arms suddenly wrap around him, “Toya-kun, ya made it!” Atsumu’s voice was always unmistakable.
With a small chuckle, Komori unwrapped Atsumu’s arms around him, “I told you I’d be here. But I thought you said it was only supposed to be a few people.”
Sakusa came into earshot just in time as he let out a small scoff at Komori’s words, “Yeah, well Atsumu got a bit trigger happy inviting people. Half of these people I don’t even know.”
Komori let out an amused hum at his cousin’s disgruntled response. All he could think of was how on-character that was for Atsumu and it honestly put his mind at ease about the whole situation, all things considered.
“Toya-kun, let me introduce ya to someone!” Atsumu pulled someone out of the crowd from what seemed to be thin air that it was almost comical and slightly unsettling. “This is Samu! My twin.” The distaste in Atsumu’s voice from just saying the word didn’t go unnoticed by anyone.
“Shut up.”
Komori looked over at the man whose voice was surprisingly different from his other half. He looked different too. They had their similarities. Their faces for one were identical. Their hair was the same, except for the fact that Atsumu’s was dyed. Their structures were similar but Atsumu was leaner with more defined muscles; Osamu was just slightly bulkier than Atsumu, his muscles weren’t as defined but they were larger and hiding in the man’s sleeper build. As embarrassing as it seemed, Komori couldn’t help the small “hubba hubba” that escaped him. Luckily it was quiet enough in the loud environment no one seemed to hear him. His attention was drawn away when he noticed the hand resting on Osamu’s shoulder. He curiously tilted his head as his eyes followed the arm that connected to the other figure, who he assumed was Osamu’s boyfriend. The man was a few inches taller than Osamu, he was definitely on the leaner side, his hair fluffy and soft looking. But what really interested Komori was the man’s eyes. He had thin, dark brown eyes and eyelashes for days. He swallowed once he realized the pair were staring right back at him. It took him a moment to build up the courage to finally look away.
“And that’s Sunarin. He’s just as much of a dick, if not worse than Samu so just ignore ‘im.” Atsumu waved his hand dismissively.
“Aw, Tsumu, I’m hurt. I thought we were good friends, you and I.” Suna’s voice was nothing less than taunting. He was a bit soft-spoken but was still loud enough to be heard amidst the chaos of whatever was going on in this poor restaurant. He spoke with a sort of elegance and had a voice that Komori couldn’t even believe was real.
Before Atsumu could clap back, Komori smiled at the couple and gave the two a small wave. “Nice to meet you. I’m Komori Motoya. I’m Sakusa’s cousin.” He swallowed nervously as the two sets of eyes fell onto him. Their silence was a bit unsettling to Komori and he couldn’t even explain why. He felt the sudden urge to hide.
Osamu was the first to break the silence. With a friendly smile, he outstretched his hand, “Hi, Komori. It’s nice to meet ya. I’ve heard Sakusa speak of ya a few times.”
Komori hesitated for a moment, but at Osamu’s smile, his nerves settled and he happily shook the man’s hand. “Nothing but good things, I hope?”
“Oh, only the worst.”
“Rin…” Osamu elbowed Suna. “He’s jokin’. Sorry, he can come off a bit rude sometimes but he means well.” Suna held an innocent smile as his boyfriend spoke up for him.
At this point Atsumu and Sakusa had gone off to talk to other people and Komori was starting to feel more comfortable in the presence of the two men. Despite how attractive he found them both, he also found them easy to talk to. At least Osamu was. “That’s okay, I don’t mind. I kind of figured he was on the more sarcastic side after I heard him talking to Tsumu.”
Suna pushed past Osamu and sat down on a stool next to Komori, “Nah, it’s just Atsumu I talk that way with,” he added just before ordering himself a drink. His carefree attitude and pretty face were a match made in heaven and a ruthless combo.
Komori glanced at him but quickly looked away before he caught himself staring again. He responded with a sheepish smile, “Is that so?...”
Osamu sat down on the other side of Komori, keeping a friendly smile. The close proximity of the two, especially being sandwiched between them, was making Komori's head spin if not uncomfortable. Sure, being surrounded by handsome men was a dream, but Komori also found himself on the shyer side when it came to people he was attracted to. “Could we buy ya a drink, Komori-kun?”
“Oh. You don’t have to do that,” the man showed off the drink he already had while shaking his head. He’d feel guilty if the men spent money on him. Not that it looked like they couldn’t afford it. With the two wearing fancy designer suits, it was clear he was in a different tax bracket.
“Aren’t you a doll?” Suna practically purred the words out and it made Komori’s heart skip as he quickly swiveled his head over to look at the man whose chin was perched on the palm of his hand, wearing a charming smile that could make anyone swoon. “He’s so polite, Samu.”
“You should take notes,” Osamu shot back with a fleeting look at the man, his eyebrow quirked. “If he makes you uncomfortable, Komori-”
“Just call me Motoya.” The man interrupted, causing Osamu to go silent for a moment and just stare. “... No one really calls Komori, to be honest. I prefer to be called by my given name.” He elaborated, offering another sheepish smile. He was honestly sort of kicking himself. Usually he was so confident, but when two men who were definitely his type were also so engaged in conversation with him and seemingly interested in what he had to say… It was enough to make anyone falter.
“Well, Motoya-kun,” The way Osamu said his name was something he could get used to listening to forever. “Just tell him to fuck off if he’s giving you too much lip. Or tell me and I’ll put him in line.”
This feeling was weird. Komori gave a small smile, but his mind was askew, buzzing with the discomfort of the unknown flutter in his chest. He held his drink and sipped it, hoping to simmer out his nerves and relax into the rest of the night.
It was normal for Sakusa and Komori to meet together a few times a week for coffee or lunch to catch up, connect, do things cousins do, or more specifically, do things Komori insists on while Sakusa is just sort of there to appease him. Today was particularly abnormal for Komori. A few days had passed since Sakusa and Atsumu’s celebratory dinner, and since Komori had encountered Osamu and Suna. He can’t even remember doing it, but apparently he had given the two his number at some point amidst his drunken stupor. It was just another reason why Komori liked to stray away from alcohol, as well as the fact he was a raging lightweight and completely unsensible under the influence. Since then the two would occasionally text him periodically throughout the day. He doesn’t exactly know how to feel about it. With that weighing on his shoulders, the down-pour of rain also hasn’t been helping his mood. He hated the rain. He found it depressing and inconvenient. But at least there weren't any thunderstorms accompanying it.
“What’s wrong? You’re quieter than usual,” Sakusa stirred his coffee, his eyes darting around from the mug and his cousin who sat across from him. The coffee shop was quiet and empty today. There were a few patrons but nothing outstanding. Apparently it was only enough to justify one barista, who was a younger woman in her early twenties it seemed. She was cheerful upon taking their order, but now she stayed buried in her phone as she leaned against the counter.
“Nothing’s really wrong. I’m sort of off though, aren’t I?” Komori lets out a small amused hum that was meant to be a laugh but it didn’t quite suffice. Sakusa didn’t respond because he assumed there was more. “You know Osamu, right? And his boyfriend, Suna. I met them at your dinner party… What’s the deal with them?”
Placing his mug down after taking a sip, Sakusa remained looking at his cousin. “The deal with them? Honestly, I don’t know much. Atsumu only ever complains about Osamu so I don’t know any real details aside from a few minor things. And I know even less about Suna. Why do you want to know, anyway?”
Komori stared into his own mug and shrugged. “They're just sort of strange. They bought me a drink that night and we ended up talking a bit. It’s probably nothing, though.”
“Wow. That is strange. They bought you a drink and spoke to you? Lock them up.” It wasn’t often that Sakusa used sarcasm, in fact it was mainly only with Komori. “You’re overthinking things, I’m sure.”
Komori glared up at his cousin, though it was with the little amount of anger his body could muster to produce. “That’s not how I meant it, smartass. They just kind of freak me out.” The caramel headed boy let out a sigh and slumped back in his chair, his finger circled the rim of his mug as he struggled to form a thought. “They were almost flirty, in a sense. Which I know can’t be the case but it really felt that way.”
“Are you sure that wasn’t just Suna being Suna? He’s kind of playful in everything he says and does. He keeps a lot of people on their toes, but I wouldn’t consider it flirting.”
“... And then there was the way Osamu smiled at me, it was so perfect it was almost like he was hiding something. And Suna’s stare, his eyes… it was so intense, I-”
“Okay, is this gonna get weird?” Sakusa’s nose scrunched and his eyebrows pinched at his cousin’s descriptive and awfully weird accusations. “If we’re being honest, it sounds like you’ve just developed a crush. That’s why you’re imagining these… disturbing things. In other words, you’re also delusional. But a crush nonetheless,” the man waved his hand dismissively.
“I am not delusional. I’m being serious. And who would I even have a crush on? Osamu? Suna? Your theory hardly makes any-” Komori started to defensively ramble, but it didn’t take long for Sakusa to cut in again.
“Both of them.”
Komori tensed, if for just a second. “Both of them?”
“It seems like you have a crush on both of them, yeah.” Sakusa continued to sip his coffee as he watched Komori with the slightest hint of intrigue. It had always been his job to point Komori on the right track, give him advice, or keep him from spiraling. In return, Komori stuck up for him just as well. It’s how the two came to be so close, and it’s how Sakusa became so comfortable with him. Though growing up with him also helped.
“... Is that- can I… can you even do that? Be in love with two people?”
It was telling to Sakusa that instead of shooting to defend himself and deny it like most people would, Komori just asked more questions. Almost as if he were open to the idea. “It’s not like there’s a handbook for life. I don’t see why not.”
Komori went quiet again as he thought over Sakusa’s words. Most people would find the man’s bluntness rude but Komori valued Sakusa’s opinion. Probably more than he valued anyone else’s opinion. As he thought it over, the more anxious he got. On one hand, he did find the men attractive and he never denied that. But on the other hand, he had just met these two. They hadn’t officially hung out and all they did was buy him a singular drink. Was that enough to justify romantic attraction? A conversation and a beverage? And not just one man, but two?
“Don’t complicate things, Motoya.” Sakusa had since finished his coffee and was now looking at his phone, typing a short text assumably to Atsumu. “You don’t need a reason to pursue something. If you want to, just do it.”
The man watched as his cousin stood. His expression morphed to bemused, “Wise words.”
Sakusa slipped his phone into his pocket, ignoring the other man’s comment. “Just talk to them, get to know them. It’s only serious if you make it serious.” He gave his cousin one last look, giving a small wave, then began making his way out of the little coffee shop. Komori watched him go without a response. He sat with the words.
It was later that evening when Komori arrived home after finishing up the rest of his errands. The rain hadn’t let up and only seemed to be getting worse, which didn’t help with the weird mood he was in. He got into something comfortable and plopped onto his couch. He glanced down at his phone, at the recent messages in the group chat he was in with Suna and Osamu. As he read them over, his thoughts drifted back to what Sakusa said earlier. Komori wanted to know what these feelings actually were. If they were something small or something permanent. But even more so, he did want to spend time with the two, to get to know them. They had intrigued him in a way no one else had. So he decided to be bold.
{ Me: thinking about hosting a small get-together at my place. You guys in? }
{ Suna: Sounds like fun. }
{ Osamu: We’re there x }
Opening up to himself and actually reaching out to them was something he never saw himself doing. Komori felt giddy from just texting them, his stomach stirred with nerves and his heart happily thudded rapidly in his chest. He placed his phone down and buried his red face in his hands.
Komori set out multiple beer cases, popcorn, various candy, pretzels, and a few other snacks. A week had passed and he was now waiting for Osamu and Suna to arrive. He didn’t really know how this would go so he queued up a list of movies, a playlist of background music, and put out various card games to play. He jumped at the sound of a knock on the door, but quickly scrambled to open it, running his hands through his hair a few times and adjusting the way his sweatshirt sat on his torso before pulling it open. “Welcome,” He smiled, moving to the side to let them in.
Osamu and Suna greeted him with a smile as well. “Thanks for havin’ us, Motoya-kun.” Osamu gave a small bow with his head before walking in. Suna followed suit, waving a wine bottle at Komori to show it off before placing it on a nearby table.
“Are we the first ones to arrive?” The taller man of the three asked as he glanced around.
Komori stiffened, “Uh… pardon?”
“Ya said you were plannin’ a get-together. We assumed that meant there were multiple other people comin’,” Osamu stated, just as confused as the other two.
“Oh, uh… No. Just you guys. I hope that’s okay.” Komori suddenly felt very awkward. He thought back to the text he sent and they were right, he definitely could’ve worded it better but he assumed they’d understand what he meant. He just hoped now that they weren’t too uncomfortable to spend the evening with him.
Osamu gave a small smile that instantly relieved Komori of any stress he had, but before the man could speak any reassurance, Suna spoke with his usual taunting attitude, “Sounds like a date.” He quipped as he glanced around Komori’s apartment some more.
Said man gulped, his face turning a small shade of red. “What? No- I mean- I had just intended- well… um- I-”
“Suna Rintarou, stop teasin’ him. Ignore him, Motoya. He’s trying to ruffle yer feathers. I personally think it’s quite adorable,” Osamu mused. “But just so you know for next time, you can just ask us on a date. No need to word it funny, we’re grown adults after all.”
Komori’s redness didn’t fade in the slightest, in fact it seemed to have gotten worse. He gulped once more and nodded curtly, desperate to get out of this conversation. “I uh- there are snacks in the kitchen. I’ll go get some.” He quickly walked into the other room, but that didn’t stop him from being able to hear the teasing chuckle from Suna as he exited.
He returned a few minutes later with beer and a bowl of popcorn, as well as a clearer mind. He noticed the two sitting on the couch. Komori set everything down on the coffee table before sitting down as well.
“Toya, are you a beer drinker?” Suna picked up one of the bottles, inspecting it. “I didn’t take you for the type. I’m more of a wine man myself.” Osamu only watched the scene, picking up a few kernels of popcorn and tossing them into his mouth.
“Actually, I don’t really drink alcohol. It’s not my thing. I just bought it because I assumed it was something everyone could agree on. If I’m wrong though, I’ll get what you like next time.” Komori offered a kind smile that made both Osamu and Suna pause. They stared at him for a few moments, the clock ticking on the wall faint but still somehow added to the tension.
Osamu cleared his throat, breaking the tension. “Beer’s fine,” He smiled. “We’ll both drink it.” Suna continued to stare, and Komori nodded in response to Osamu.
“Glad to hear.”
The evening started out awkward to say the least. The three men started off struggling to find a way to start conversation with each other when they inevitably knew very little about one another. “So, Motoya-kun. How’re ya feelin’ about Sakusa and Tsumu’s engagement?” Osamu gulped down his beer quickly, leaving the impression that he didn’t pace himself when it came to drinks.
“Well they seem happy so that’s all I can ask for. I’m not worried about Atsumu treating Kiyoomi incorrectly, it’s more of the other way around. Kiyoomi can have a difficult time reading other people’s emotions and he’s a bit too blunt for the average person. But Atsumu seems to handle him well.”
“I agree-”
“Hey, let’s play something.” Their conversation was interrupted by a bored Suna who caught wind of the card games. Who hopped to his feet and walked over to the counter, grabbing ‘Never Have I Ever’. “This’ll do.” He sat back down, opening up the pack.
“Ain’t that a bit childish, Rin?” Osamu raised an eyebrow with a bemused expression, a small smile on his lips.
“I’m drunk enough to get through it.” Komori leaned forward to play as well.
At Komori’s admission, Suna shot Osamu a victorious look before pulling a card. “Never have I ever sent a nude photo.” Suna read the card, then looked up, “I have.”
“Yer the most suspecting of that one, hon.”
Komori’s eyes flitted back and forth as he listened to the couple banter and tease each other. It had gone on a few moments and he was starting to feel a bit like a third-wheel. “I have.” The couple quieted down, looking over at him. Komori picked at his nail, “I’ve sent a nude picture before.”
“... Well, uh.. Okay.” Suna responded before letting out a small laugh. “So who’d ya send to?”
“It was in like- high school. I feel like it’s corny to do it at our age, though.”
Osamu chuckled, “That’s true.” The three gave a few more inputs before Osamu picked up a new card and read it out. “Never have I ever hooked up with someone whose name I didn’t know. Well that one’s easy. I’ve never done that before.” He placed the card down, looking over at the host who shook his head, and then his boyfriend who was suspiciously quiet. “... Rin?”
“I’m not proud of it, okay? It was in my younger days…” A small pout accompanied his face, but the other two men broke out into a fit of laughter. Suna was purposefully being dramatic to entertain them, his own smile breaking onto his face as well.
Next, Komori pulled a card. “Never have I ever faked an orgasm.”
“I haven’t.”
“Me either,” The couple glanced at each other, both smiling at one another before turning back to Komori. “Motoya-kun?” Osamu asked, the two waiting for his answer. “Surely-”
“... I have,” he mumbled quietly, too embarrassed to say it with his full chest.
Their eyes widened. “Wait, really?” Both Suna and Osamu gave each other yet another look. “But- but yer so-” Osamu wasn’t sure how to phrase what they were both thinking without sounding like a total creep and a perv.
“Sexy.” Suna, however, never hesitated.
This time it was Komori taken by surprise. His eyes blown wide, his breath quickened. His body started to feel warm and strangely fuzzy as well. As much as it was embarrassing, it was also oddly satisfying to know two of the most attractive men he had ever met found him of all people alluring. Even though he was just a regular guy with nothing that necessarily stood out or was special.
“Rin.” Osamu shot his partner a look, one that told him to tread lightly or to knock it off completely. Either way they all knew it would be ignored despite.
“Huh? You- you think I’m…?”
“Well, yeah. Look at you.” It was easy for Suna to say what he did without a second thought. He rarely hid his thoughts and almost always voiced them. Being blunt was second nature to him so of course he’d hardly break a sweat while doing it, despite pulling the rug right out from everybody else.
“... I think we should call the game there,” Osamu's smile was nothing less than awkward as he tried to release some of the now uncomfortable tension in the room. “Maybe watching a movie would be better suited. Is that alright, Motoya?”
“Oh, uh- yeah, yeah. That sounds great,” He reached for the remote, handing it to the other man.
“I’m down as long as it’s not boring.”
It took a few minutes, but they picked something they all agreed on, the two desperate to escape their discomfort all while Suna hadn’t a care in the world. Must be nice, Komori thought. Being able to talk and think so freely. Komori wasn’t shy by any stretch of the meaning, he was social just like most people. But in this case, being outgoing and being blunt couldn’t be further apart from one another. As the movie went on, Komori was glad he was sitting on the opposite couch as the other two who were now cuddled up and tangled in each other. He certainly felt like a third-wheel, but even more, he felt jealous in a sense.
The movie ended, the couple left shortly after, and Komori was left to his thoughts again. He was hoping this time they spent together would help him understand his feelings more, maybe grow closer to them. In some ways it did. But now he was also more confused than when the day had started. It was enough to make him want to turn his brain off entirely and crawl into bed without a second thought.
Komori walked into the coffee shop for yet another time. He walked past the barista, knowing his cousin would have already gotten him a drink, and walked towards the table where he saw a mop of black curly hair. “I thought it was just gonna be you and I, Kiyoomi.” He plopped down in the seat across from the man. “Didn’t think Atsumu would be here.”
“He wanted to come,” was all the cousin had to say in defense for his actions.
“I thought ya loved me, Toya-kun. I’m hurt.” Atsumu, as dramatic as he was, acted every bit as exasperated as you could imagine. “I wanted in on yers and Omi’s gab sesh.”
“It’s not a ‘gab sesh’, Tsumu. Plus, you and I have plenty of those already.”
“All we talk about is Motoya’s poor excuse for a love life, anyway. Nothing too serious over here,” Sakusa sipped his cup of coffee and slipped over Komori’s cup of tea to him, which he had previously ordered for the man as expected.
Komori’s eyes blow wide at Sakusa’s traitorous response, “We do not-”
“Oh?” But Atsumu was already intrigued. “I’m listenin’.” Both Atsumu and Sakusa gave Komori pointed looks, waiting for the brunette to spill.
Komori felt like crawling into a hole. Apart from his cousin’s partial lies (which meant partial truths), he was at a dead end pertaining to his current situation, and he did want to “spill” in exchange for some friendly advice. “I… I like…” Atsumu seemed to lean in closer with the growing suspense. “... I’m attracted to… yourbrotherandhisboyfriend.”
The gasp that escaped Atsumu turned various heads in the vicinity. But with a quick glare from Komori, he spoke in a loud whisper. “What?? Samu and- and Sunarin??? Those freaks?! I almost feel betrayed-”
“... That’s not exactly the response I was expecting,” Komori quirked an eyebrow, his face nothing less than confused as he crossed his arms over his chest to comfort his growing anxiousness.
“Seriously, why the hell wouldja like those two? They’re complete pieces of shit.” Atsumu’s pout was nothing less than exaggerated. “They don’t deserve someone as sweet as ya, Toya-kun, they just don’t.” And his head shaking was just the same.
“Tsumu,” Sakusa quipped.
The suspect of romantic attraction buried his face in his hands and groaned. “God, I don’t know what I’m gonna do… this is so embarrassing.”
Despite being appalled at Komori’s announcement, Atsumu took a decently large slurp from a smoothie and sighed, “Well… those two could definitely use a goody two shoes like ya to keep ‘em in line so… I say go for it, I guess. How much have ya hung out with ‘em?”
“We mainly text. I invited them over to my house a few nights ago too.”
“And how’d that go?” Sakusa’s hand rested on the free one Atsumu had laying on the table. It didn’t go unnoticed by Komori as he watched the two interlace their fingers.
“As well as you’d expect. Suna… called me sexy,” Komori mumbled under his breath, quiet enough that it couldn’t be heard by prying ears but it was only really out of shyness at the fact he was even saying anything about it. The back of his neck began to color red.
Atsumu let out a loud cackle as soon as Komori spoke. “Sounds like Sunarin.” He keeled over with laughter and Komori could only seek down further into his chair out of mortification. The blond quieted down as he watched his friend quiver. “Honestly, my brother ‘nd his boyfriend are pure freaks. They’d probably be inta third.”
“You’re not helping.”
“I’m just sayin’! Tell ‘im, Omi.”
Sakusa stayed quiet for a few seconds after as he looked over Komori, then let out a small sigh. “I wouldn’t say it like that, but honestly… it kind of does sound like they’re interested. No one just goes around calling people sexy unless they mean it.”
“Suna would.”
The man shrugged, “You get my point, though. I don’t think it’ll hurt to try.”
Komori almost wanted to argue. He wanted to deny his feelings once more, and he wanted to deny the possibility of him even having a semblance of a chance. Two men like Osamu and Suna were severly out of his league. But he couldn’t deny the facts either. It wouldn’t be that far-fetched to think that maybe he did have a chance when he’s looked at all that’s happened. It wasn’t just them hanging out, but also how they texted him nonstop all day, constantly checked in on him, and texted him good morning day to day. They had truly formed a friendly relationship, even though it was through a screen.
The weekend was Komori’s grace. He could sit in his comfy clothes on the couch, his laptop in his lap as he caught up on emails, his favorite tea, and sometimes even a book. It was a bit cloudy today, adding onto the cozy feeling. He was perfectly content, up until he got a text message from the current problem that revolved around his life. Suna and Osamu were asking to come over. Komori was immediately hesitant. The last time they were here, things hadn’t gone to plan. To be honest, he’d been trying to distance himself. He was scared of making a fool of himself, but even more than that, the whole situation just continued to embarrass him. But then again… he didn’t know if he had it in him to deny the two of anything they wanted.
With a knock on the door, Komori swung it open and there stood Osamu and Suna. This time it was Osamu who held a bottle of wine, while Suna held some flowers. It was a mixed bouquet. They must’ve noticed Komori staring at it, that and the fact he had yet to greet them or say anything to them, “We didn’t know what ya would’ve liked, so we got a mix of things,” Osamu’s eyes darted between Komori’s expression and the flowers.
“Oh. You didn’t have to get me anything.” As much as Komori tried, he couldn’t stop the wide smile that formed on his face. Both Osamu and Suna relaxed instantaneously upon seeing it. “They’re beautiful. Thank you,” Komori reached for the bouquet. As he did so, he stepped aside for the two men to enter. Osamu placed the wine on a nearby table, Suna following him in. Komori walked into the kitchen, looking for a vase for the flowers.
He could hear the couple whispering to each other, but he couldn’t hear what they were saying. It almost sounded as if they were bickering about something, but he couldn’t imagine what would’ve come up in the literal five seconds he had his back turned to them. He was about to speak up in hopes to break up any tension but Osamu beat him to it. Komori thought of how odd it had been that Suna had managed to stay quiet for so long. “Toya, how’ve ya been?”
“Good. Just getting through the day,” He smiled at the two again as he finally found a clear vase to put the flowers in. “So what’s with the sudden drop in?” Komori looked back down at his hands as he began properly arranging the flowers to his liking. He waited for one of the two men to speak up, to respond to him, but silence followed. Then a pair of hands made their way to his hips, and he immediately stopped moving. He didn’t look up, too scared to.
“What’re we doing here, Toya?” Suna spoke for the first time since arriving. His voice was low and sultry, sending shivers down the man’s spine. “We know you want us, we know you know we want you… what’s the hold up?”
And suddenly he’s frightened. He’s frightened of the idea, of what it entails. What does it mean when they say they want him? Is it purely physical, or is it emotional as well? And what does he want? He isn’t sure either.
One of Suna’s hands slipped down Komori’s hip, over his thigh. Komori’s hands clenched, his body shuddered. He was perfectly still, like a deer in headlights unable to move.
“Rin, be careful. Yer scarin’ him.” Osamu stood just a few inches away from the other two, his arms crossed over his chest and his hip leaning against the counter.
“He doesn’t seem scared,” The hand on Komori’s thigh now traveled to his clothed crotch, pressing it just slightly. “He seems excited.”
A small gasp escaped him and Komori pulled away, ripping away from Suna’s hold. Both Suna and Osamu seemed shocked, but managed to keep their expressions schooled despite. “I um… I appreciate the flowers and the wine, but I think you need to go.”
This time neither Suna or Osamu could control their shocked faces. Osamu stepped forward, “Komori, if we made ya uncomfortable-”
“It’s not that. It’s me.” He picked at his finger nails, his eyes refusing to meet either of the other men’s. It was quiet for a few moments, the other two waiting for Komori to explain more. It was distressing that Komori had turned them down so promptly. Especially since it was obvious to them that he liked them. They would’ve expected at least a bit of hesitation. “... I need to figure out what it is that I want. What I need.”
Suna stayed silent, the disappointment on his face obvious. It was Osamu who took another step forward. He reached for Komori’s face, cupping his cheek. His thumb ran over the man’s skin in a gentle way that had Komori melting. “You needta figure out on yer own how ya feel. Until then…” Osamu let him go and took a step back. Komori watched their retreating figures as they walked to the door. No words were said as the door shut, ultimately leaving Komori alone once again.
“You’re an idiot.” Sakusa wasn’t known to be subtle. He was blunt as they came. And right now, he needed his cousin to know that what he pulled was an injustice to himself and downright cruel to everyone involved. Including him, because now he had to sit and listen to his lovesick rant.
“I know that…” Komori buried his face in his arms, which rested on the table in a crossed formation. “You think I don’t know that? I just… I need answers. What if we aren’t seeing eye to eye?”
“You’re an idiot.”
Komori promptly ignored his cousin as he continued on, “What if what I’m feeling is just physical attraction, but they feel emotionally attracted to me- or vice versa? What if-”
Sakusa nudged the other’s leg with his foot from under the table. “You’re overthinking everything again. You know how you feel, you just have to let yourself feel it. It’s not like you’re going to randomly come to this breathtaking realization one day. Don’t ruin something good for yourself, don’t sabotage yourself. You deserve to have someone who loves you.”
Komori peeked up from his arms, “... That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, Kiyoomi.”
“Don’t seem so shocked.” Sakusa’s annoyed attitude elated Komori once more. His cousin, someone who he relied on and valued had confidence in him? Now he couldn’t just let that go. He pulled out his phone and began texting someone. “... What’re you doing?” Sakusa’s eyes narrowed as he watched Komori with suspicion.
“I’m doing what you said. I’m not gonna ruin something good for myself.”
“Oh, god.”
“Ugh… this is your fault, Samu.” Suna draped himself over his boyfriend with a dramatic pout on his face. “If you’d have just let me fuck him sooner, maybe-”
Osamu pinched his side, “You pushin’ him was what got us in this mess in the first place, smartass.” The two were as ever bit disappointed as you would expect someone to be upon being rejected. They dealt with it in different ways; Osamu would busy himself to not have to think about it, while Suna was mopey as ever.
“I expect double the amount of sex to replace what I would be having if Toya were here.”
“Yer a pain-” A swift knock on the door cut him off. Both of them turned to face the door. After their realizations, Osamu pushed Suna aside and stood up, walking to the door. “Expectin’ someone?” It was a rhetorical question as he opened it, instead going still. “... Toya?”
Suna perked up at the sound of Komori’s name. He scrambled up and walked to stand next to Osamu.
“How’d ya know where we lived?” Osamu’s eyes traveled over Komori’s body, trying to gauge why he was here. And also maybe to check him out a bit. It was his right, after all.
Komori stepped in as the two men let him. “I asked Atsumu.” An awkward silence followed. Komori cleared his throat and produced a guilty smile. “... I wanted to apologize for how I acted. And I wanted to let you know… I’m all in. For whatever. I really like you guys. I just had to figure it out for myself.” Though when neither of them responded and kept staring at him like he was walking on water, his nerves started to kick into overdrive. “... I-I’m really thankful for-”
“You mean it?” Suna tilted his head, his tongue darting out to wet his lips in a way that only made Komori more nervous. “You mean… I can touch you all I want and it’s fine?”
He hesitated, but did end up nodding. “Yes, to both of you. I’d… like that.”
In turn, Suna stepped past his boyfriend, his hand shooting out to grab Komori’s wrist. “Let’s make up for lost time then, shall we?” His innocent smile was every bit unsettling. But welcomed. Despite the nerves Komori was feeling, he couldn’t be more giddy to be dragged into the two men’s bedroom.