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Today was supposed to be a great day. Well, that had been Atsumu's plan. It was supposed to be the day when he could finally see Kiyoomi - and maybe finally get to kiss his boyfriend for the very first time.
So actually a reason to celebrate, mind you.
It would have been a great day - If it weren't for the fact that Inarizaki had just lost to Karasuno.
And it bothered Atsumu unfortunately more than he wanted to admit. Maybe it was because Kita had given them a heartbreaking speech after the defeat or maybe because Atsumu's eyes burned at the thought that Kita would soon be leaving, or maybe it was just the fact that Kageyama's - aka goody two shoes - team had defeated them. Whatever the reason in the end, it gnawed at Atsumu that he had lost to them.
But at least he still had something to look forward to. Kiyoomi.
They had met at the All Japan Youth Training Camp, and Atsumu - the charming young boy that he was - had been bold enough as to ask for Kiyoomi's number on the last day of their camp. And lo and behold? Kiyoomi had simply given them to him without much fuss. Which led Atsumu to suspect that the ace of Itachiyama was at least somewhat interested in him. Well, he was probably head over heels for Atsumu but he just didnt't know how to show it.
And since Atsumu was not one to hold back, he had - of course, gentlemanly - asked after 4 weeks if Kiyoomi was interested in becoming his boyfriend. Atsumu had expected many things - to be insulted, to be directly blocked by Kiyoomi, or simply to get no response at all. What he hadn't expected was that Kiyoomi said yes. But that had happened. Somehow.
It wasn't as if they had the money or the time to meet more than once since then. Atsumu had managed to go to Tokyo with his last bit of saved money and invite Kiyoomi on a proper date at least once. Unfortunately, that had been all so far, but Atsumu enjoyed the nightly video calls when Osamu was already fast asleep and Kiyoomi told him about his day.
Even though Atsumu was very interested in inviting Kiyoomi on another date, he knew it would take some time. None of his family knew about Kiyoomi so far. Atsumu enjoyed having something in his life that he didn't have to share with Osamu. Kiyoomi was simply his boyfriend and only his and he didn't want his brother nor Suna to know right now.
Which brings us back to today, when Atsumu would finally see his boyfriend after three weeks of missing him. It would certainly have been a better meeting if Inarizaki had won against Karasuno, but hey, you can't have everything, right?
Well, losing was ass but having his baby brother babying him just because they lost was even more annyoing. Since Kita's emotional speech, Osamu wouldn't just take his eyes off him. And where Osamu was, there was also…
"I understand why Samu doesn't want to leave me alone, but why are ya following me too, Sunarin?" Atsumu asked, annoyed, as he got a Pocari Sweat from the vending machine.
Suna shrugged, nonchalantly as ever. "I'm just looking out for both of you." His steady gaze drifted to Osamu, who was leaning against the wall a few meters away with his arms crossed, staring into the distance. Atsumu knew that Osamu also felt a great deal of guilt for the defeat, and he would like to cheer up his brother if he didn't feel so terrible himself.
"I don't need a babysitter, thankyaverymuch," Atsumu said, pressing the button to order another Pocari Sweat bottle. He just wanted to be alone with Kiyoomi.
Suna raised an eyebrow but said nothing about Atsumu's second order. Well, one bottle was for Kiyoomi.
"I'm not a babysitter, I'm emotional support," Suna said, but his lips twitched slightly at his own statement.
Atsumu rolled his eyes. "Emotional support my ass. Don't need it, beside I have something else planned."
"Oh?", asked Suna.
Atsumu swallowed. He didn't want to elaborate yet, but he knew Suna and Osamu wouldn't leave him alone for one goddam second on this whole day. But before Atsumu could respond to Suna, his phone fortunately vibrated in his pocket.
"Hold this for a second," he said and handed both bottles to Suna.
Suna accepted them without a word, while Atsumu rummaged through his phone. Omi-Omi lit up on his screen and his heart leaped with joy. He turned away from Suna's curious eyes and read the message.
I have to bring Motoya too, sorry. He won't leave me alone.
Atsumu pouted and sighed theatrically. Great. He had hoped for a bit of togetherness, some quiet hours before he had to get back to the hotel, alone with his beautiful boyfriend of nearly two months - to finally make a real move on him -, but that probably wouldn't happen today.
He quickly replied: It's okay, I'll bring Dumb and Dumber with me.
Shortly after, a ? message from Kiyoomi popped up, but Atsumu smiled with joy at finally seeing his boyfriend and put the phone away.
Suna just silently squinted at him.
10 Minutes after, Atsumu, Suna, and Osamu had taken a seat in the upper, somewhat empty stands to watch the match between Kamomedai and Karasuno.
Atsumu was still bitter about losing, but he had promised to meet Kiyoomi up here, so he had to watch Kageyama warm up with that jumpy tangerine once again. Atsumu pouted. He should be the one playing Kamomedai, not Karasuno.
Osamu and Suna were talking quietly next to Atsumu, when Osamu tipped his twin on the shoulder. "Can I have one of yer Pocari Sweat bottles?" asked Osamu, who was sitting between Atsumu and Suna.
Atsumu made a face. "Nope."
Osamu furrowed his eyebrows. "Hah? Whydja have two of them? Gimme one."
"None of yer business, idiot."
"Yer literally the idiot! I'm not the one with two bottles."
"Shut yer trap-"
"Ya know what-"
But before the argument could escalate, Atsumu suddenly felt something cool on his cheek; he flinched and saw out of the corner of his eye that an ice-cold Pocari Sweat bottle was being held out to him.
His eyes widened as he realized who was suddenly standing next to him. "Omi!" said Atsumu and jumped up.
Kiyoomi was wearing a mask, so it was impossible to tell if he was smiling, but Atsumu had convinced himself that after such a short time, he could perfectly read Kiyoomi and of course knew that he was smiling. He was as beautiful as he remember him from the picture Kiyoomi sent him one day ago.
"Don't be so loud, you can be heard all the way down," Kiyoomi said quietly and let himself fall next to Atsumu. His voice had a hint of gentleness inside, which was hard to grasp for any other human being than Atsumu.
Atsumu did the same, a bit sad that he couldn't properly hug Kiyoomi, but he knew it was difficult because they were surrounded by so many noisy people.
"Hey, Atsumu," said Motoya behind Kiyoomi, who fell into the seat next to Kiyoomi and waved at the blonde.
"Hey, Toya," said Atsumu, waving back with a grin.
Atsumu accepted Kiyoomi's ice-cold Pocari Sweat, and for the briefest moment, their fingers brushed against each other. The contact lasted barely a second, but it was enough to make Atsumu freeze. Kiyoomi had been the one to initiate it and - mind you - not by accident, either. Atsumu knew the difference by now. He knew it from the short time they had spent together on the training camp.
Atsumu's eyes flickered up from the bottle in surprise and the sight that greeted him made a grin spread across his face. Kiyoomi's ears were bright red. Oh.
Atsumu had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing.
God, he was cute.
"Nawww, yer being so nice, Omi," Atsumu teased, twisting the cap off the bottle. "What did I do to deserve this, mh?"
He took two long swigs, mostly to give himself something to do with his hands. Because what he actually wanted was to nudge his shoulder against Kiyoomi's. Maybe bump their knees together. Maybe reach out and tug lightly on one of those stupid curls near his neck just to see Kiyoomi glare at him. Unfortunately, they weren't alone.
"I know how much you like drinking it," Kiyoomi murmured, stubbornly keeping his eyes fixed straight ahead. The redness only spread further and Atsumu's chest felt annoyingly warm.
"And I know that ya like to drink it too, so I brought some for ya as well. Well, they're already lukewarm and—"
Only then did Atsumu realize that Motoya, Osamu, and Suna were staring - directly at them. For a moment, Atsumu had been so locked up at looking at Kiyoomi, at enjoying his presence, that he totally forgot that they weren't alone. Godammit. His entire body immediately locked up.
The urge to lean closer to Kiyoomi vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Instead, he straightened, suddenly hyper-aware of the tiny distance between their shoulders and the way Kiyoomi's hand was still resting close to his on the bench.
God, if they had been alone... Heat crept up Atsumu's neck. He had to play it cool. Totally cool. Fine. Cool, cool, cool, cool.
"Um-", Atsumu began, noticing warmth rising in his face. "Motoya, do ya already know Suna and my idiotic brother?"
Motoya's gaze lingered on his cousin for a brief moment, as if he wanted to see through Kiyoomi or at least to say something, but then his gaze shifted and he smiled at Atsumu and the other two boys. "Hi, I'm Komori Motoya. Call me Toya. I am Kiyo's cousin here."
Osamu nodded at him and Suna raised his hand to form a peace sign. "Oh, shoot, ya'll don't look like cousins."
Kiyoomi furrowed his eyebrows and stared at Suna directly, his shyness and red eartips comepletely gone. "Well, what do cousins look like?"
"Well, definitely not like that," Suna replied, shrugging.
Atsumu could practically feel Kiyoomi boiling over next to him. To defuse the situation a bit, he threw the lukewarm Pocari Sweat into Suna's lap.
Kiyoomi continued to stare straight ahead, and Atsumu gently pressed his thigh against Kiyoomi's, hoping nobody would notice it. Immediately, his boyfriend relaxed next to him and his shoulders slumped. Atsumu knew that it was always difficult for Kiyoomi to make friends with new people - even at the All Japan Youth Camp, it had taken a full two days before Kiyoomi exchanged more than two sentences with him. And now, lo and behold, Atsumu could touch Kiyoomi just like that, without Kiyoomi feeling uncomfortable. Atsumu felt invicible because he was the only - well after Motoya and Kiyoomis family - who was allowed into his small bubble of people Kiyoomi was okay being touched by.
"I didn't even know ya two were friends," Osamu said absentmindedly. On the court, the match between karasuno and Kamomedai began, but Atsumu had long since lost interest in the match, as his entire body was focused on Kiyoomi.
"Who? Omi and I? We got along splendidly in the training camp, didn't we?" Atsumu nudged Kiyoomi, who only huffed loudly and continued to stare straight ahead.
"I had no other choice, you were chasing after me like a lost puppy," Kiyoomi answered, and Atsumu felt his cheeks start to burn as Osamu and Suna began to laugh - loudly.
"Sounds just like Atsumu," said Osamu, grinning.
Atsumu elbowed his brother in the ribs. "Shut yer fucking trap, that doesn't sound like me at all."
Osamu pushed back. "Ya always ran after me as a baby, like a little puppy."
"Oh my God, just because Mom told that one stupid story where I lost my stuffed fox and ran after you so we both could find it, doesn't mean it happened our entire childhood!"
Motoya and Suna laughed in the background, and Atsumu tried not to show that Osamu was basically embarrassing him in front of his beautiful boyfriend.
Pouting, Atsumu stuck out his lower lip and leaned back in his chair. If only Kiyoomi and he were alone, then this would definitely not be a topic.
"By the way," Atsumu cut in before anyone else could continue the conversation, "Omi was the one who could barely take his eyes off me for the last two days of the camp, right? Or am I imagining things, Omi?"
Kiyoomi answered with nothing more than a low grunt and that alone was enough to make Atsumu grin, because with every passing second, the tips of Kiyoomi's ears turned again a deeper shade of red. Combined with the slight furrow between his brows - a telltale sign Atsumu had already learned to recognize in the training camp - it was almost unfairly adorable.
Whenever Kiyoomi was annoyed, embarrassed, or trying very hard not to react, he did exactly that. Furrowing his cute little brows and making his cute little moles jump.
Atsumu had to physically stop himself from laughing, but instead of laughing, he leaned a little closer. Not enough for Osamu or Suna to comment on it, but just enough for their upper arms to brush.
"I don't mean it like that," Atsumu murmured, lowering his voice slightly. "I'm really glad we exchanged numbers."
For a moment, Kiyoomi looked at him. One dark eyebrow slowly lifted and Atsumu thought Kiyoomi would finally break and say something nice, but instead he said:
"After you begged me, Miya."
Atsumu clutched a hand dramatically to his chest. The betrayal. The slander. The disrespect. From his own boyfriend.
He let out an exaggerated gasp and leaned back as though he'd just been struck by an invisible arrow.
"Ouch," he said. "Back to Miya, huh?"
Kiyoomi immediately looked suspicious, which only encouraged Atsumu further.
"Funny," he continued, his smile turning softer, more teasing than smug. "That's not what ya called me last night."
It was a complete lie and Kiyoomi knew it - they both knew it. They hadn't even seen each other last night. They had just texted and nothing like that had happened, but seeing Kiyoomi instantly freeze like he was just caught inflagranti was absolutely worth it. The redness spread from his ears down his neck, disappearing beneath the edge of his mask.
Atsumu nearly lost the battle against his own laughter.
God, he was cute.
"Shut up, Miya."
The words should have sounded harsh, but there was not bite behind them, maybe the faintest hint of fondness was there, but not enough for Atsumu to comment on it. Atsumu's chest felt oddly warm and he took another sip from his pocari sweat, watching as Kageyama and Hinata slowly made their way onto the court.
Okay, so you know what? Losing to Karasuno and then seeing Karasuno win against Kamomedai is actually okay - but! Watching Kamomedai win against Karasuno is not okay. That makes it even worse to have lost against Karasuno.
But that's exactly what happened right in front of their eyes.
Karasuno lost, and Atsumu wasn't really happy about it. He knew it wasn't probably the fault of Karasuno, since the little tangerine got sick or something, but it still felt like Inarizika somehow lost to both Karasuno and Kamomedai.
And Atsumu was not a good loser.
So he suggested for the first time in his life to drown his frustration in alcohol.
"That's such a stupid idea, yer literally 17 years old. No convenience store in the world will sell ya anything," Osamu said irritably as he followed his brother. Next to Atsumu, Kiyoomi walked along, and Suna and Motoya had strangely lined up at the very back and were whispering suspiciously.
"I'm almost 18 years old," said Atsumu.
"We are almost 18 years old," Osamu retorted, annoyed.
"What, aren'tcha just as annoyed that Karasuno beat us and now they've lost too?"
"Of course I'm pissed off."
"Then let's get drunk."
"The last time ya were allowed to drink at Grandpa's birthday, ya literally threw up. Two times."
Atsumu felt Kiyoomi's disgusted gaze on him and punched Osamu on the arm. "That was ya, asshole. Not me."
For a moment, silence. "Oh, right, I forgot," Osamu replied conspiratorially. "But that doesn't make it any better. We still can't get any alcohol."
Atsumu felt Kiyoomi's hand brush against his cautiously and rather accidentally and Atsumu's attention immediately shifted to him.
Kiyoomi seemed entirely unfazed by the problem of not getting any alcohol. "I have my brother's driver's license with me," he said matter-of-factly. "I can get us some alcohol."
Silence.
Atsumu stared at his boyfriend, Suna and Osamu looked at each other and even Motoya looked caught off guard.
"You have what now?" Motoya asked. "And why exactly do you have Yuki's ID?"
Kiyoomi shrugged as if carrying around his older brother's identification was the most normal thing in the world. "He didn't clean the shower properly."
The answer only raised more questions.
"He what?" Atsumu asked.
"I told him to clean it again," Kiyoomi continued, speaking slowly so that everyon could fully understand him. "He said the cleaning lady was coming tomorrow morning anyway and that I should stop making a fuss over a dirty shower."
His expression remained completely blank. "I was annoyed. And I took his license, so what? He took the train this morning."
For a second nobody spoke, but then Motoya's lips twitched and a second later he doubled over laughing. "Oh my God. You can't be serious right now."
Kiyoomi blinked, not fully understanding what about that was actually this funny. "What?"
"You stole his ID because he didn't clean the shower?"
"Well, yeah he deserved it."
Motoya laughed even harder and threw an arm around Kiyoomi's shoulders. "Remind me to never make you angry."
Atsumu couldn't stop grinning. Honestly? His boyfriend was incredible. Petty. Just like Atsumu liked them. The fact that Kiyoomi had looked at a dirty shower, decided revenge was necessary, and immediately escalated to identity theft was far funnier than it should have been.
"Remind me to never share a bathroom with ya," Atsumu said, shaking his head, but looking at his boyfriend like he had just hung up the stars.
Kiyoomi glanced at him, then said: "We already did, idiot."
Atsumu paused, thinking hard. "Right. At training camp. Totally forgot about that."
"And weirdly enough," Kiyoomi continued, "you actually listened when I told you to clean things."
For a moment Atsumu just stared, then a grin spread across his face, smelling the perfect opportunity to do what he loved doing the most: annoy his boyfriend. "Hold on," Atsumu said, pressing a hand to his chest. "Was that praise? From the Sakusa Kiyoomi? Did I hear right?"
"It was an observation."
"It sounded like praise."
"It wasn't."
"It sounded a lot like praise."
"Just say I'm the best roommate in the world," Atsumu said. "It's okay. Ya don't have to be shy."
Kiyoomi looked at him with the same flat expression as always. "You were acceptable at most."
"Acceptable?" Atsumu repeated, scandalized. "Tell me one bad thing I did in your presence." Atsumu felt Osamus, Sunas and Motoyas gaze on the back of his head but he had to take a chance and to get Kiyoomi actually compliment him for once. Just once.
Kiyoomis eyes twitched, but not in a I'll kill you-way, but more in a You annoy the fuck outta me but I still find you cute-way. "Well, okay fine. You cleaned the shower properly. Congratulations for the bare minimum."
Atsumu nearly laughed. That was it? That was Kiyoomi's highest praise?
"Ya hear that?" Atsumu asked the others. "I'm basically perfect."
"That's not what he said," Osamu replied immediately. "And why are you never cleaning the shower at home-"
"It's exactly what he said.", interrupted Atsumu his brother. Osamus raised an eyebrow and Kiyoomi rolled his eyes.
"You didn't leave wet towels on the floor."
Atsumu pressed a hand dramatically against his chest. Another compliment - This shit was getting serious.
"And?" he prompted.
"And you weren't loud in the mornings."
"Keep going."
Kiyoomi's ears were starting to turn pink again. Motoya seemed to notice too and immediately looked entertained.
"Ya know," Atsumu continued, leaning slightly closer, "if ya keep talking about how clean I am, people are gonna start thinking ya liked living with me."
The pink on Kiyoomis ears spread further, all the way down to his neck. Oh, Atsumu wanted to eat him alive. Kiyoomi looked away.
For a second Atsumu thought he'd finally pushed too far, but then Kiyoomi muttered, almost too quietly to hear, "Fine, you were a nice roommate."
Atsumu froze and so did Suna and Motoya, too. Even Osamu looked surprised, because for his whole life he had been basically Atsumus roomate and never in his 17 years of living had Osamu said once that Atsumu was a "nice roomate."
Atsumu felt something warm settle in his chest. "Aww."
"Don't."
"Awwww."
"Stop."
"So what yer basically saying is that ya miss me?"
Kiyoomi looked horrified. Motoya immediately started laughing again. Osamu snorted and Suna looked one second away from recording the entire conversation.
"I didn't say that."
"But ya wanted to."
"I didn't."
"Ya absolutely did."
Kiyoomi's ears were completely red now and as smug as Atsumu was, he considered that another very satisfying victory. But before the blonde could say anything else, Kiyoomi shoved his hands into his pockets and stared stubbornly down the street. "Do you want alcohol or not?"
The abrupt change of subject only made Atsumu grin wider. Cute. Really, really cute.
10 minutes later, the boys found themselves in a small bar. It wasn't really crowded since it was the afternoon and during the week.
20 minutes later, Atsumu had drunk a cocktail for the first time in his life and was obsessed with Sex on the Beach.
30 minutes later, Atsumu had convinced Kiyoomi to drink a cocktail as well.
50 minutes later, Kiyoomi had, just like Atsumu, drunk two cocktails and, to make matters worse, Kiyoomi was apparently a light-weight.
Kiyoomi sat all the way on the edge of the small bench in the small bar. Atsumu sat next to him, while Motoya sat on a chair opposite Kiyoomi. Osamu sat next to Atsumu and Suna sat next to Motoya across from them.
It was strange to see how well his brother and Suna got along with Motoya. Atsumu didn't know why, but he had the feeling that the three of them could be a really dangerous combination.
Atsumu was just in the middle of talking to Suna when he felt something warm pressing against his thigh. It was Kiyoomi's own thigh, and Atsumu finished the sentence toward Suna and then slightly turned to his boyfriend. He was burning to touch him, but Kiyoomi had been relatively restrained so far - which was more than understandable since neither Osamu, Suna, nor Motoya knew that they were a couple. Atsumu understood that Kiyoomi could wait a little longer, but actually, Atsumu wanted nothing more than to finally pull Kiyoomi into a big hug and press a kiss on his twin moles. He had done that last time too, but he had never gotten any further and had never managed to catch a kiss from Kiyoomi's lips. Someday, Atsumu told himself. He is patient and kind and a gentleman and -
Suddenly, Kiyoomi pressed his thigh harder against Atsumu, causing Atsumu to lean his head fully against Kiyoomi. "What's wrong, Omi?" Atsumu asked quietly, while Motoya's attention was focused on Osamu and Suna.
Kiyoomi stared at him with his dark eyes, his mask pulled down, and his lower lip pouting forward. "You played really well, but you're an idiot, Tsumu."
Atsumu laughed softly at Kiyoomis slurring his nickname out. "What do ya mean? Why am I an idiot?"
"We watched your match against Karasuno, you know? Why did you have to imitate Karasuno? If you had won, we could have played against each other." Kiyoomi pressed even closer to Atsumu, and perplexed by the sudden physical contact and the pouting Kiyoomi, Atsumu blinked a few times to give himself time to react.
"Excuse me? Are ya pissed off because we lost?"
Kiyoomi sweetly furrowed his eyebrows, and Atsumu's heart tightened at the sight. He wanted to kiss the frown off Kiyoomi's face. So much. "Yes."
Atsumus had to suppress a laugh, but Kiyoomi seemed to be even more affected by the fact that his boyfriend wasn't taking him seriously. "Gosh, yer cute when yer crazy like that, Omi. If we had had the chance to play against ya, I would have wiped the floor with ya. Ya know that and ya still wanted us to win? Awww."
Atsumu's lips curled into a smile, and he raised his hand under the table. He carefully placed his hand on Kiyoomi's thigh - he gave Kiyoomi a few seconds to have the chance to pull his thigh away, but when nothing happened, Atsumu reassuringly squeezed Kiyoomi's thigh twice. "Next time we play against each other, we'll wipe the floor with ya, got it?" Atsumu said challengingly, leaning slightly toward Kiyoomi.
Kiyoomi squinted at Atsumu. "Presumptuous bastard."
"Mhh, that's a new nickname. Like it," Atsumu replied.
Then he felt Kiyoomi suddenly squeeze his hand gently under the table, and Atsumu flinched. He wasn't used to so much physical contact from Kiyoomi - but he enjoyed every second of it. "Keep dreaming, Miya."
"Every night I dream of ya, Omi-Omi," Atsumu flirted back, and Kiyoomi huffed, but Atsumu could see the red tint on Kiyoomi's cheeks growing stronger with every second he looked at him – and him beeing flushed was definitely no longer just the alcohol, Atsumu was sure.
What could, however, be due to the alcohol was the fact that Kiyoomi was definitely more touchy-feely than usual. Atsumu had been the one to hug him on their first date. It was rare for Kiyoomi to initiate anything, but Atsumu was aware that Kiyoomi simply wasn't the type to do such things on his own. That's why he was very pleased that the alcohol seemed to loosen Kiyoomi's boundaries a bit.
"And I have nightmares about you every night," Kiyoomi replied tonelessly, but Atsumu saw how his boyfriend looked at him. Kiyoomi's eyes almost lit up as they glided over Atsumu's face. "Especially from your stupid face and your piss-blonde hair."
Atsumu laughed softly and their hands intertwined under the table. His heart was pounding almost in his ears. "Hmm, the last time I sent ya a selfie, ya said something completely different. I remember being it like "oh, Atsumu yer the most beautiful being on this earth and-"
"I was drunk then."
"Oh? At 6:30 in the morning?"
Caught, Kiyoomi squeezed Atsumu's hand and bit his lip. Atsumu grinned at him mischievously. "And I thought making ya drunk would lead ya to be more nice to me. Guess I was wrong, huh?" Carefully, Atsumu began to draw small spirals on Kiyoomi's hand.
Kiyoomi sighed contentedly and closed his eyes for a moment. His body involuntarily leaned even more against Atsumu, and the blonde could smell the scent of soap and detergent. With his eyes closed, Kiyoomi looked even cuter. A few loose strands fell into his face, and Atsumu would have loved nothing more than to brush them away. But he had to pull himself together, after all, he wasn't alone with Kiyoomi.
"Stupid, beautiful, piss-blond asshole," Kiyoomi murmured. His face was now resting on Atsumu's shoulder, and their bodies were completely touching at the sides. Atsumu enjoyed the warmth of Kiyoomi, but even more, he enjoyed how cute Kiyoomi looked when drunk.
"As always, a true poet with yer words," Atsumu replied, resting his temple on Kiyoomi's curls. They tickled his face, and he inhaled the pleasant scent of Kiyoomi. Their hands were still intertwined under the table, and only when a flash of light suddenly appeared did Atsumu realize that the two were being stared at by his friends. Atsumu lifted his head from Kiyoomi's and glared at Suna. "Did ya just take a picture, asshole?"
Suna looked at his phone with a smug grin. "Nope."
"Liar!" Atsumu exclaimed indignantly, but Kiyoomi murmured something with his eyes closed, leaning on Atsumu's shoulder, so he lowered his voice. "Ya jerk, Sunarin. Delete the photo."
"Never."
"Hey, Atsumu, I didn't know you two were this close, to be honest," said Motoya with a somewhat uncertain grin, pointing at Kiyoomi, who had apparently almost fallen asleep on Atsumu's shoulder. His head was resting heavily against Atsumu's shoulder, his body angled toward him instead of the table, and every time Atsumu shifted even slightly, Kiyoomi unconsciously followed after him in his sleep.
Atsumu's cheeks burned. "We are good friends." he said, trying and failing to sound casual.
"I've never seen Kiyoomi like this," said Motoya, laughing.
To be fair, neither had Atsumu. Drunk Kiyoomi was apparently much less concerned about maintaining the carefully measured distance he usually kept from everyone.
Osamu furrowed his eyebrows next to him. "And I've never seen 'tsumu so quiet fer so long."
"Shut yer trap" shouted Atsumu, and another murmur came from a tired Kiyoomi. "Sorry, Omi-Omi. I'm already quiet."
As if Atsumu had grown a second head, all three boys stared at him. It was the kind of staring that made Atsumu want to throw himself directly into traffic. "Miya Atsumu, what the hell is wrong with ya?"
"I've never heard Atsumu voluntarily lower his voice for another human being", Suna said conspiratorially as if he had found the formula for world domination.
Now Atsumu was sure that his cheeks were as red as a tomato. "Shut up."
Kiyoomi suddenly shifted beside him again, making a quiet sound in the back of his throat as he adjusted himself against Atsumu's shoulder, and before Atsumu could even process what was happening, he felt a warm hand settle on his forearm. It was the hand which wasn't intertwined under the table with Atsumus fingers. As though, somewhere in his half-asleep mind, Kiyoomi had unconsciously decided that he wanted to touch Atsumu even more.
The conversation that had been happening moments before died so abruptly that Atsumu could practically hear the silence settling over them. Slowly, and with the feeling of someone approaching their own execution, he lifted his eyes from the table. Oh god.
Atsumu immediately wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. They were all staring at him. Like he had grown a second head. His face felt impossibly hot, heat rushing all the way up to the tips of his ears, and he was fairly certain that if he looked in a mirror right now, he would find himself the exact shade of a ripe tomato.
The worst part was that Kiyoomi seemed completely oblivious to the chaos he was causing.
His eyes remained closed, his breathing slow and even as he continued leaning heavily against Atsumu's shoulder, and after a moment his thumb brushed lazily against the fabric of Atsumu's sleeve in a small, absent movement before he settled again with a quiet sigh. Atsumu tried to squeeze his hand under the table, to give Kiyoomi a warning sign that they were being stared at, but sleepy Kiyoomi just didn't care.
Osamu looked genuinely horrified.
"What."
Atsumu stared determinedly at the table.
"What?"
"What," Osamu repeated.
"We're friends."
The words came out far less convincing than Atsumu had intended. Motoya blinked, then he pointed at his cousin. "Friends don't usually come with built-in armrests."
Atsumu hated every single person sitting at this table.
Motoya was the one who saved him. "Anywayyys, I should take Kiyo home." Atsumu wasn't sure if Motoya said that to actually save Atsumu from Osamus and Sunas stare or if he pitied his cousin, but nevertheless, Atsumu was happy the conversation had come to an end Motoya pushed the chair back and stood up, the loud scraping noise echoed through the otherwise quiet bar, and Kiyoomi immediately stirred beside Atsumu. His eyebrows furrowed slightly before his eyes slowly opened, heavy with sleep and unfocused for several seconds as he tried to orient himself. He looked like a black cat that had just woken up from the nap of its life.
"What time is it?" asked Kiyoomi.
"Late enough that your mother texted to me and asked where we are and if she should pick us up somewhere."
Kiyoomi groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Well, shit."
Atsumu knew little about Kiyoomi's family. He knew Motoya and was aware that Kiyoomi had two siblings and that he lived with his parents in Tokyo. Actually, not much more.
"I'll take you home!" Atsumu suddenly shouted, having seen the chance to finally meet Kiyoomi's family.
As if it weren't enough to give Osamu and Suna even more shit to talk about it, Atsumu didn't realize what he just said. Osamu brought his twin back to reality and hit him on the back of the head. "Kita will freak out if ya disappear somewhere in Tokyo, 'Tsumu."
Atsumu growled at his brother. "I won't. I know how to get back."
"That's the alcohol talking," Suna murmured.
"I'm hardly drunk!" Okay, maybe Atsumu felt a bit of warmth inside him, but he was definitely not really drunk. Not as bad as Kiyoomi, anyway.
"Don't worry, I'll take Atsumu back to the train station," said Motoya - Atsumu's savior in need and the best person Atsumu had ever met. Way better than his stupid twin and Suna.
Osamu chewed on his cheek, glancing back and forth between Kiyoomi, Atsumu, and Motoya repeatedly. Something in Motoyas face must have convinced him. Then he shrugged his shoulders. "I don't care, do what ya want, and if Kita kicks yer ass, it's not my fault and I won't help ya."
"Kita won't kick my ass, asshole," said Atsumu, standing up. He extended his hand to Kiyoomi, who accepted it without complaining. Under the watchful eyes of Suna and Motoya, Atsumu pulled his boyfriend to his feet and gently nudged him toward the exit.
"I'll text ya when I'm on my way to the hotel," Atsumu said before he, Motoya, and Kiyoomi disappeared from the bar.
Atsumu assumed that the hardest part of the day was over. Getting rid of Osamu and Suna, who clung to his leg like ticks, had been the hardest part - at least that's what Atsumu thought. He had expected that a drunk Kiyoomi would be exhausting, but that he could handle him. Mentally, Atsumu made a note in his head that he would never give Kiyoomi more than one cocktail again, because Kiyoomi was like a different person when he drank alcohol.
He practically clung to Atsumu, as if he needed him like air to breathe—which Atsumu generally didn't mind, but it earned him more than a few bewildered looks from Motoya.
When they managed to get off the train and set off toward Kiyoomi's house in the outskirts of Tokyo, Motoya apparently couldn't take it anymore.
"You know, I've known Kiyo for almost my entire life, but I've never seen him hold hands with someone voluntarily."
Atsumu's head became warm up to his ears as he looked down at his hands. Kiyoomi had been the one to take Atsumu's hand in his, and Atsumu really thought that Motoya would have enough tact not to mention the whole thing, but apparently, he had cut himself there.
"That's what you do with your friends," Atsumu blurted out because he didn't know what else to say.
Kiyoomi stopped and looked at him with a furrowed brow. "Friends, right? Does that mean you do something like that with Suna too?"
Atsumu began to stutter and Motoya laughed. "Chill, Atsumu. I don't actually care what you do. Just know that I think Kiyo really likes you."
God, what was this boy doing to him? Normally, Atsumu was the composed one - at least he convinced himself of that, but when it came to Kiyoomi, he seemed to lose his composure faster than usual, and that almost drove him crazy.
They continued walking. "I just wanted to say that it took Kiyo 2 years before I was allowed to give him a high five. 3 years until I was allowed to hug him-”
"What you still do more than once a week," Kiyoomi interjected, squeezing Atsumu's hand.
Motoya shrugged. "I can't see that you hate hugging your favorite cousin."
"You are my only cousin, Toya."
"Not the point," Motoya continued. Then he looked at Atsumu. "Do Kiyo's parents know about this? The thing with you guys?"
Atsumu squeezed Kiyoomi's hand. Kiyoomi was the one who replied, "No, I didn't feel like telling them yet."
"Understandable," Motoya replied.
The rows of houses around them grew larger and the houses more magnificent. Atsumu had not grown up in a small house himself, but he had never seen houses in Miyagi as modern as these.
"Why, what's with your parents?" Atsumu asked nervously. They hadn't even officially told Osamu, Suna, or Motoya yet, even though the latter was probably now sure that they were more than just friends.
Kiyoomi sighed. "My parents are special."
Atsumu's mouth went completely dry. "Oh."
Motoya laughed next to him. "Don't listen to Kiyo, his parents are just different from him. Not in a bad way."
They passed by houses that were probably five times the size of Atsumu's house. He felt increasingly nauseous. "What does different mean?"
Kiyoomi stopped in front of a house with a beautiful front yard. Motoya nudged Atsumu in the side and walked ahead. "You'll see soon enough, huh?"
Miya Atsumu was not raised to be a coward. But what he felt in that moment was more than just a flight or fight instinct. He would have preferred to turn over on his back like a turtle, just to avoid meeting Kiyoomi's special parents. What had he been thinking? He should have listened to Osamu instead.
Now they stood before the magnificent entrance door, and Atsumu wanted nothing more than to take to his heels and run away, but Kiyoomi's hand was still firmly wrapped around his, and Motoya stood behind him, leaving Atsumu with no choice but to -
Kiyoomi rang the bell. And then the door opened.
In front of Atsumu stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. She had long, smooth, black hair. Her eyes were as raven-black as her hair, a few moles adorned her upper lip, and she looked like the reincarnation of a beautiful crow. Atsumu's body tensed, he held his breath in awe.
The woman scanned Atsumu, Motoya, and then Kiyoomi. Then her facial expression changed, and the previously cool demeanor was replaced by a broad smile.
"Kiyo!" she called out and dashed forward to hug Kiyoomi. Out of sheer shock, Atsumu let go of Kiyoomi's hand.
"Mom," Kiyoomi murmured, pressed against her chest and barely able to breathe. "Can you please let me go?"
Kiyoomi's mother hugged Kiyoomi once more and planted a big kiss on his curls. Then she let him go, and Kiyoomi, feeling embarrassed, adjusted his curls.
"Sorry, darling," she said, running her fingers thru her hair. "I watched the match on TV. You won! I'm so looking forward to tomorrow's games. Hey, Toya. Great receives today. I really loved seeing the opponents faces when they tried to get points you refused to let them have."
Motoya grinned back and gave a thumbs up. "Thank you, Auntie."
Then Kiyoomi's mother turned to Atsumu. Her gaze froze, and for a moment, the cool look returned to her face, and once again, everything tightened within Atsumu. His shoulders tensed up, and he felt his palms start to sweat like crazy.
"H-Hello," he said, and he would have liked to slap himself. He was so uncool. And now Kyoomi's mother didn't like him, and then Kyoomi would surely hate him too, and then they would never see each other again, and Atsumu would die alone and -
Suddenly, Kiyoomi's mother's expression changed again, and her cool gaze brightened once more. Slowly, Atsumu began to believe that he knew from which parent he had inherited his cool resting bitch face.
"And you are? Oh, I think I know you. Aren't you the boy in the magazine? Like the volleyball magazine? The one Kiyoomi has in his room?" Her gaze softened even more as she looked back and forth between Atsumu and Motoya.
"Oh, yes! I was even there when he bought the magazines-," began Motoya, but was interrupted by Kiyoomi's moan.
"Oh my God, Mom! Can you please stop embarrassing me?"
With wide eyes, Atsumu stared at his boyfriend. He was red all over his face and glared angrily at his mother. Slowly, a grin spread across Atsumu's face. "You have what, Omi-Omi? Articles of Volleyball Monthyl feautering me?"
"Omi-Omi? What a sweet name that is!" his mother exclaimed, beaming at Kiyoomi and Atsumu.
Atsumu puffed out his chest like a peacock trying to impress another. "That's his new nickname."
"Miya, I'll kill you," Kiyoomi hissed beside him.
"Oh god, is this the boy you're so obsessed with, darling?" asked Kiyoomi's mother, without acknowledging Kiyoomi.
Atsumu's grin grew even wider. His chest would soon burst out of pride if he kept getting those delicious information from Kiyoomis mother.
"Mother, stop!" shouted Kiyoomi, covering his face with his hands.
"Omi, is that true?" Atsumu took a step toward Kiyoomi and nudged him with his hip. "Obsessed with me, huh?"
"I will literally kill you, Miya."
"Back to Miya again, huh?"
"Oh God, aren't you sweet!!!" Kiyoomi's mother exclaimed, pinching Atsumu's cheek. "What's your name?"
Atsumu rubbed his cheek somewhat embarrassed. He had expected everything, but not such a warm welcome from the Sakusa family. "Miya Atsumu."
"Well, Miya Atsumu, then come on in nicely. Oh and by the way, I saw very clearly that you both were just holding hands," said Kiyoomi's mother, making room for the boys. " You can do that again, you looked cute doing it. Oh and I just cooked some dinner, you are warmly invited to stay over. You too, Toya, your mother already knows."
Motoya saluted and walked past Atsumu into the house, while Atsumu and Kiyoomi stayed outside.
"This is the worst day of my entire life," murmured Kiyoomi, deadpan.
Atsumu grinned and took Kiyoomi's hand. He squeezed it gently. "And I thought the worst day of yer life was when we first met."
Kiyoomi clasped his fingers with Atsumus and frowned, but his eyes were fond and filled with softness. "This is the second worst day of my life."
Atsumu grinned.
Kiyoomi was just about to pull Atsumu inside the house by the hand when Atsumu gently pulled his beautiful boyfriend back.
"What are you waiting for?" Kiyoomi asked with an arched eyebrow. His twin moles disappeared under his dark curls.
Atsumu felt the strain of the whole day on his shoulders, and yet he noticed how his body suddenly shot adrenaline into his veins again as he prepared for what he was about to do. "Ya know, I've been waiting all day to finally have ya all to myself."
Kiyoomi turned to Atsumu, blocking the light from the hallway. Kiyoomi's dark hair was illuminated, and Atsumu wasn't exaggerating when he thought about Kiyoomi looking like an angel right now. Nervously, Atsumu's gaze slid to their intertwined hands as he played with Kiyoomi's long fingers in his hand. "I noticed," Kiyoomi said unimpressed.
"Now let me be romantic for once, asshole," said Atsumu, pressing Kiyoomi's finger into his. He looked up, where he already felt Kiyoomi's gaze on him. His eyes were black and dark like the night that surrounded them.
"Okay, keep talking," Kiyoomi said dryly, but the corner of his mouth twitched. Probably because he enjoyed that Atsumu was now the one squirming under his gaze. Asshole. Atsumu loved him.
"And I actually didn't want our first kiss to happen after I lost to fucking Karasuno or after ya had to sleep off yer hangover-"
Kiyoomi started to laugh, and it was the most beautiful thing Atsumu had ever heard. "I didn't sleep off my hangover, I only had two cocktails."
Atsumu squeezed Kiyoomi's hands. "Not the point. What I actually meant to say was-"
But before Atsumu could say anything more, Kiyoomi had freed his fingers from Atsumu's hands and cupped the blonde's face in his hands. He had taken a step forward and closed the distance. Atsumu's mouth closed automatically, and he looked at his boyfriend with big, brown eyes, waiting for him to say something.
"Shut up and kiss me already," Kiyoomi murmured, very close to Atsumu's lips, and Atsumu smelled the sweetness of the cocktails they had drunk together a few hours ago. He got goosebumps all over his body.
"Ya've fallen for me so hard, it's embarrassing," Atsumu said, because he - despite everything - was still a little asshole.
Kiyoomi rolled his eyes and a fond smile played on his lips. Then he leaned forward and closed the distance, Kiyoomi's lips touched Atsumu's lips, and a fireworks of emotions erupted in Atsumu. It wasn't a beautiful kiss because Atsumu grinned into it and Kiyoomi probably had just as little experience in such things as Atsumu did, but Atsumu wouldn't trade him for anything in the world. Gently, he placed his hands on Kiyoomi's hips to pull himself closer to him. Kiyoomi's lips were soft, and after Atsumu stopped grinning like a monkey, he could finally kiss him properly again.
They broke apart after a few seconds, Atsumu's chest rising and falling heavily, even though the kiss hadn't been strenuous at all - but still, he felt as if he had run a marathon just now.
"It was about time," Atsumu murmured against Kiyoomi's lips, and Kiyoomi smiled.
Then Atsumu saw out of the corner of his eye, for the second time that day, a flash go off next to him - he put some distance between himself and Kiyoomi and stared into the hallway.
With a broad grin and his phone in hand, Motoya stood in front of the two. He quickly typed something into his phone and murmured, "Oh, Rin and Samu are going to love this."
Atsumu opened his mouth and closed it again, like a fish washed up on land. "Wait a damn minute, where did ya get the number of those two idiots? And did ya just take a photo of me kissing Kiyoomi?"
Motoya grinned at him and just shrugged his shoulders. Then he quickly ran into the house with Atsumu following behind. "Stop right there, Toya!! Gimme yer freaking phone and delete that shit right now!"
Unfortunately, the photo of Atsumu blushing furiously and kissing his beautiful boyfriend for the first time in his life, had been already sent to the groupchat.