“Sakusa, after your latest panel, fans want to know: Are you a germaphobe?”
The whole team falls silent, unsure if that’s a safe topic to breach. He sees Meian raise a hand, ready to interrupt, but that would be even more mortifying. He hates being patronized. Just because he has a condition doesn’t mean he can’t function just as well, or even better, than others. It’s been a sticking point since childhood.
“Yes,” Kiyoomi answers bluntly. “But it’s just a symptom of my OCD.”
“Whoa, what?” For once, Atsumu is stumped.
This is the story of how two flawed people fall in love, and despite their rough edges, find their way to each other.
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24 Nov 2020
Atsumu is always careful about arriving at his boyfriend’s apartment in top condition: freshly showered, clothes laundered and pressed, bouquet of flowers ready to present to Sakusa’s unamused, yet admittedly pleased face.
All his hard work—thoroughly destroyed by an unexpected storm.
Sakusa Kiyoomi would like to make it known that he loved Miya Atsumu. Truly, he did. They’ve been together for two years now, and he willingly moved in with the guy last December. For the past four months, they have learned to adjust to each other, though not without a lot of shoving, and tugging, and bending. They wormed themselves into each other’s daily routines, but of course those daily routines included volleyball, working out, eating out, and going out with friends.
To be forcefully stuck with just Atsumu for an indefinite period of time? There’s no way they wouldn’t implode.
Or, the SakuAtsu quarantine fic nobody asked for.
- Part 3 of Hate that I love you
Atsumu wondered what does Kiyoomi crave, how does he like to be touched and where, if he wanted it slow and gentle, to be whispering sweet nothings into his lover’s ear; or if he liked it hard and fast, to be tearing someone apart until tears collect in their blissed eyes. Atsumu wanted to give all of that to him, anything Kiyoomi needed, he was ready to do it. Call him what he is, a fool in love.
"I gave you the key to my house for emergencies only."
“This is an emergency.”
Atsumu pouts, looking up at him with wide eyes that definitely work on Kiyoomi but he will never admit it. “I missed you.”