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It all started when Atsumu decided to take a certification course to become a massage therapist.
One decision that would end up changing everything.
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"you live across from me in our apartments and we smile when we see each other but we don’t really know each other and oh you’re the stripper at my friend’s bachelor(ette) night fuck this is really uncomfortable"
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“There’s Kenma, Akaashi, Bokuto, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Hinata, and Kageyama. Chibi-chan, happy bachelor party!” There are cheers from everyone named.
Sakusa doesn’t hear Hinata thank Kuroo because he freezes for a split second at Atsumu being here. Atsumu takes longer than a split second – he chokes on his sip of his mixed drink, mid-step on his way from the kitchen to the living room.
“Omi-kun?” Atsumu’s still coughing a little, eyes wide.
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sakuatsu nsfw week 2020, day 7: praise kink + "oh my god, did we just break the bed?"
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Sakusa Kiyoomi is not a morning person. Which is probably why he can't process the fact that his family is in his kitchen at 9am, looking at him. While he is wearing Atsumu's hot pink hoodie and is covered in hickeys.
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In which Atsumu flirts like a loser and Kiyoomi has no idea how to deal with it.“Caffé latte and lemon poppyseed muffin for Omi!” the barista calls out cheerfully. Kiyoomi freezes in his seat, his eyes lingering on the sentence he had been reading without processing it. What? Omi? Who’s Omi? That’s his order, isn’t it? Did the guy get his name wrong?
The guy looks straight at him, pushing his order forward with a happy grin. Kiyoomi’s eye twitches.
When he goes up to the counter to get his order, he says frostily, “My name is Kiyoomi, not Omi.”
“Aw, my bad! But Omi is pretty cute, isn’t it? Just like ya!” Wow, this guy has no shame.
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- Part 8 of SakuAtsu in love
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“What is going on,” Kiyoomi snaps at Motoya.
Motoya hastily puts the lid on the box. “Maybe I should have explained before,” he mutters. “So,” he continues quickly, “I may or may not have hired a couple of lesser gods—”
“You what—”
“—you know, the kind that hire themselves out to act as moral compasses for humans, blah blah blah. You get the deal,” Motoya rambles. “Not all lesser deities are affordable, but these guys were pretty cheap. It’s like the whole ‘devil on your shoulder’ kinda thing, you know?”
Kiyoomi is speechless.