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( 2018 )
¨Yer’ not joking, are ya´ omi? I swear on my restaurant if yer’ joking i will come after ya-¨ ¨I'm really not, samu. I´m getting picked up right now by kou and keiji, so do you mind if i come to your famous ´Onigiri Miya´? It's free for me right?¨ ¨Like hell it is! How dare you have the gall to tell me yer’ in Osaka to try out for Black Jackals after not informing me about it? Me! Yer’ childhood best friend!¨ ¨I´m sorry, who´s twin do you belong to again? Oh yeah, my ex who I ghosted for years that is also in the Black Jackals. Let's not forget I was literally a major scumbag to him when he told me he would stay when i confessed to him after being broken up. If i remember correctly, we left things on good terms but i had to be selfish and run after him in the airport and had the both of us pour our feelings out after months of confusion, anger, sorrow and sadness only to reject him staying with me and say it's better to go our separate ways.¨
Kiyoomi´s heartbeat fastened its pace as the other line went quiet for a few seconds, only for his heart to stutter when Osamu spoke again. ¨So yer’ telling me, just so we're clear, that you haven't even told my twin who is also yer´ childhood friend that yer´ here in osaka? That you´ll be trying out for the same team as him? Just so things won't be awkward?¨ Kiyoomi pursed his lips as he took a step back from the crowd in the airport.
He craned his neck as he kept a lookout for Akaashi and Bokuto, ¨And what would you say if I in fact didn´t?¨ ¨Kiyoomi!¨ Kiyoomi flinched away from his phone, seeing a couple of heads turn his way from the sudden yell. His face flushed in embarrassment by the sudden attention so he hissed back. “Well, i can't just message him after ghosting him, samu!¨ ¨Well you can't not message him when yer´ trying out for the same team as him! Yer’ being even more selfish!¨
Kiyoomi sighed heavily, maybe this was a bad idea. Bokuto was the one who recommended him to be in the Black Jackals to his captain, and this team was good. Kiyoomi worked hard as a volleyball player, he was a college MVP and when he was younger he had the privilege of saying he was in the 2nd spot of top 3 aces in japan. He wanted to be in the Black Jackals, truly he did, but maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
¨Kiyoomi, I love ya´ but Atsumu is my brother. He doesn't deserve this, you´ve already hurt him enough.¨ Kiyoomi scrunched his nose as he readjusted his mask, feeling slightly hurt from the comment. The ravenette blinked upwards, his breath slightly hitching at the sudden emotion hitting him. ¨It’s not like I want to hurt him..¨ ¨Well i´m sorry to be the one to tell ya´ this but just by the sheer fact that you didn't tell him that you were trying out is going to mess him up.¨
Osamu sighed while Kiyoomi stayed quiet, his left foot tapping against the floor as Osamu spoke up again. ¨Do ya´ at least know where yer´ going to stay?¨ Kiyoomi hummed in affirmation, ¨I´m staying in an apartment close to the teams building.¨ A chuckle sounded from Osamu, making Kiyoomi´s eyebrow arch up in unamusement. ¨Confident you´ll make the team?¨ Kiyoomi allowed himself to smirk behind his face mask, the corner of his eyes crinkling in mirth.
¨Laugh all you want, I was recommended through the captain and Kou, so i´ve got high chances.¨ ¨Has anyone ever told you confidence looks good on you?¨ ¨I´ve been informed a couple of times.¨ They both laughed for a few moments, a wave of emotion hitting kiyoomi from the sudden nostalgia hitting him. Kiyoomi soon caught the sight of familiar faces from afar, both akaashi and Bokuto looking around with excitement on their faces.
Kiyoomi tugged down his mask, ¨Hey ´samu, they’re here already. I´ll see you in a bit?¨ ¨Yeah, of course. Call me when ya’ arrive here, alright?¨ ¨Of course, bye.¨ ¨Bye.¨ With that, Kiyoomi hung up the call and pocketed his phone. He let his hands cup each side of his mouth as he yelled out for Koutarou and keiji. ¨Kou! Keiji!¨ Bokuto looked like an ecstatic puppy when he heard the familiar voice while Akaashi only smiled.
They ran towards each other and the next thing they knew, Kiyoomi was being manhandled in the air as Koutarou hugged him, spinning them both around. ¨Omi-Omi! We missed you so much!¨ Kiyoomi laughed as Koutarou set him down with an apologetic grin plastered on his face. “Sorry, I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable with my touch Omi-Omi.¨ Kiyoomi waved him off, ¨It's fine, i´ve gotten better with that. You guys get special privileges anyways, we´ve been knowing each other since we were kids, right?
Kiyoomi rested his gaze on Keiji, returning his warm smile. ¨Itś nice to see you again, Kiyoomi-san.¨ Kiyoomi dipped his head, chuckling out. ¨You too keiji.¨ They stared at each other until Koutarou hollered out loudly. ¨What´s up with you guys? Hug each other already! Keiji missed you more than any of us!¨ Kiyoomi snorted but complied easily, hugging his other childhood friend close with a happy and satisfied sigh.
¨It's been so long, Kiyoomi-san...I missed you.¨ Kiyoomi blinked in surprise for a moment before hugging the shorter male back with even more strength and fondness coloring over his face.¨I did too, it certainly took a while to get used to not being around the four people i grew up with.¨ They separated and grinned at each other, letting memories come back to them.
They spent their time catching up on what they've been up to recently, of course they´ve kept in touch but they just poked at each other for old times sake. Kiyoomi joked about Akaashi being strong enough to tolerate Bokuto in their relationship for years and having Bokuto whine about them ganging up against him.
¨Both of you are a year younger than me, you know. Give me the respect a true kouhai would give their superior senpai!¨ ¨Huh?¨ Kiyoomi scrunched up his nose as he loaded the back of their car with his luggage while Akaashi shook his head when blowing out a tired sigh through his mouth. ¨You can't ask for respect when knowing us for so long, Bokuto-san. That is not how this works anymore. My respect for you has been gone ever since I witnessed you asking out a plant in place of me-¨ ¨AKAaSHi! I ASKED YOU NOT TO MENTION THAT AGAIN!!¨
Kiyoomi hid his mouth with his fist, a smirk taking place on his lips. ¨Seriously? Lame..¨ Koutarou´s face burned red as he flailed his arms helplessly in the air, an embarrassed look on his face. ¨Oh, sorry Koutarou-¨ ¨Shut up, you can say that when you sound sincere!¨ Akaashi smiled warmly, resting a hand on his boyfriend´s toned bicep. ¨Now now, that was when I realized I was in love with you. I do consider that a win worth having.¨ Bokuto brightened up immediately, hugging Keiji close giddily.
¨I sounded so romantic, didn´t I?¨ ¨Most romantic lines i have ever heard in the world, not once have i witnessed something so romantic.¨ Kiyoomi scrunched his nose in disgust, shutting the trunk shut as he gave them a scrutinized look. ¨Can you guys keep your hands to yourself for one second? You act like you´ll die if youŕe not invading each other´s space every second.¨
¨Sounds like someone's a bit touch starved.¨ Bokuto sang out as he wrapped his arms around keiji´s shoulders, resting his chin on the top of his head. Kiyoomi´s eye twitched, a scowl now set as his expression. ¨I´ll survive on the hugs i have just received.¨ ¨Or you can just ask for some, it's okay to just ask.¨ Bokuto added with a softer tone at the last part.
Kiyoomi´s heart thumped as a flash of hazel eyes holding mirth raced through his mind, the warmth held in them belonging to someone none other than Miya Atsumu. ¨As long as i´m here, you won't feel sad, omi-omi!¨ liar. That was just a stupid promise made between two short sighted kids. ¨Right.¨ Kiyoomi agreed blandly, making sure the look of reassurance was believable to the two of them.
They got in the car and drove out smoothly, Kiyoomi saying he´ll rest due to his jetlag and horrible pain in his neck. They agreed easily and told him to use a pillow he brought with him, promising to not be loud but Kiyoomi knew better than to believe Bokuto on that one.
Kiyoomi closed his eyes once he got comfortable in his position, releasing a long breath before letting his body relax and let the stiffness wear off. Osaka. Where they all grew up in. Oh, the home sickness was horrible when he moved away, he instantly missed Akaashi, Bokuto, Osamu and even Atsumu when he moved to his college.
College. Oh why did he have to think about college at a time where he wanted to relax and rest? An unpleasant memory came running back to him from four years ago, the same one that seemed to ruin his relationship with Osamu a bit, who stuck with him through thick and thin as well as Suna and Akaashi, Bokuto leaving due to being a year older than them and graduating while being scouted by volleyball teams.
That argument was one that just had to happen, but there was no going back on it.
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¨Idiot, i´ve told ya´ countless times not to go overboard with yer´ performances. That cut looks deep, we´re going to have to bandage it.¨ Osamu sighed out as he pushed back his grey dyed hair in exhaustion. Kiyoomi smiled brokenly, wiping away his tears with his shoulder as he sniffed. ¨Sorry, the violin just helps me express myself...¨
Osamu arched up an eyebrow as he opened the tiny aid kit box, his back hunched as he let his hands click the cover open. ¨That was a lot of expressin´ back there.¨ Sakusa shrugged as he looked down at his lap, his fingers fidgeting slightly as he shuddered out his next few words.
¨I didn't know Atsumu was going to be there...¨ Osamu blinked up at him with a spark of sympathy lighting in his eyes before putting his attention back on the box kit in his lap again. ¨He didn´t plan on ya´ seein´ him, he was lurking like a weirdo.¨ Kiyoomi felt his breath hitch by the memory of Atsumu´s hazel eyes staring at him with such emotion through his whole performance.
Atsumu was the reason he went overboard with the violin playing, he played how he wanted to play, even if this would be his big break to be recognized by the higher ups in the music industry. Kiyoomi knew his performance sounded outstanding to the audience, but he didn't follow the rules for the higher ups and let his emotions get to the best of him.
¨Did Atsumu come all the way back here just to see me perform?¨ He had to ask because the way those hazel eyes bored into his own dark glazed eyes comforted him with nostalgia and warmth. But of course those eyes weren't his to be comforted with anymore, they were free for anyone else.
¨No, he just went back here because he felt homesick. I actually dragged him back here.¨ Kiyoomi shifted his gaze on Osamu, worrying inside his cheek with his teeth until muttering out, ¨Why?¨ quietly. Osamu´s dark grey eyes looked up at him, resting a hand on his cheek as he dabbed his deep cut on the opposite cheek.
¨No way was I goin´to let you guys separate after that ugly argument, but i suppose that was stupid since he left just by the end of it. Sayin´ somethin´ about him gettin´ a phone call from his coach.¨ Sakusa stared into Osamu´s eyes, their faces close as he blinked repeatedly to beat away the sting in his eyes.
Kiyoomi bit his lip, his eyebrows pinching together in irritation with a frustrated sight through his nose. ¨Oi, don´t get all emotional on me now. What would yer´ siblings say in this situation?¨ That made Kiyoomi crack a small but not there smile, still making Osamu smile as well. ¨Kato would tell me what a scrub Atsumu was, Kenya would tell him to shut up and Nana would reluctantly agree since she really thought me and Atsumu would last.¨
¨Did you think you guys would last?¨ Sakusa stayed still for a moment until he nodded reluctantly. ¨But i ruined it, and now he's going to find someone else to love...¨ Osamu stayed quiet after that comment. Minutes passed by with neither of them speaking as Osamu finished up cleaning his wound and bandaging it.
Kiyoomi missed Atsumu, he truly did with all of his heart. He thought he loved Osamu when they were kids but after being together and having the whole Senior experience he realized he was in love with Atsumu this whole time.
Oh God, when he thought he had feelings for Osamu. Being a second year after coming back to Osaka and setting his mind straight for building up the courage to tell Osamu he liked him.
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Kiyoomi avoided looking at his friends, his ten year old self's feelings coming back to his sixteenth year olds self. Osamu grew, alot. He has the athlete's body and is built, a bit less than Koutarou and Atsumu, but Kiyoomi has set his word on stone.
He promised himself once he saw Osamu again he would confess all his adoration and feelings for him. It felt weird being taller than all of them when he was shorter than them when they were younger, except for Akaashi due to being the youngest one and genetics.
Kiyoomi used his height to loom close to Osamu, who was at the moment gushing about Kiyoomi´s outstanding performance to a dark haired brunette who was named suna? He didn´t know but he kept his nose up and tapped Osamu´s shoulder. ¨Can i talk to you real quick? Outside?¨
That gained his attention and his dark grey eyes blinked up at him in slight confusion before smiling with a nod, making Kiyoomi´s heart flutter with even more nervousness.
¨Wait Omi-kun, i have somethin´ I want to show ya´!¨ Atsumu whined loudly as he made his way to his side, a pout placed on his lips that Kiyoomi couldn't help smiling at softly.
¨I´ll be right back.¨ Atsumu only huffed and resumed shoving away Bokuto who was hugging him roughly as a way to cheer him up. Kiyoomi turned his attention back on Osamu and led him outside the orchestra room and made their way outside. The sky was beautiful, cotton candy pink and purple colored with clouds moving very slowly.
Kiyoomi stopped in his tracks as he was under the cherry blossom tree, this worked in shoujo mangas so it should work right now. Osamu had won Kiyoomi´s heart from the beginning of meeting each other. He was gentle and kind, the very opposite of his older twin who was obnoxious and arrogant, very loud as well.
So he was very confident in today's confession, he had practiced and if he did say so himself he was pretty good at smooth talking. How did he know that? Ask his teddy bear.
¨What´s up, Omi? Yer´ very fidgety.¨ Kiyoomi sucked in a quick breath before relaxing completely and turning his body around and facing Osamu, who had a kind patient smile on his face. ¨Uh-Uhm...So, i´ve been knowing you and your brother for a long time. It´s a bit weird seeing you guys with different hair colors now but my point is, i´ve always felt like you and I were connected somehow. You would always be there for me and i appreciated it so much that it led me to inherit these weird feelings towards you….¨
Kiyoomi bowed his head slightly, his cheeks flushing even more as he fidgeted with his fingertips playing against each other. ¨So, what i'm trying to say is...I like you -¨ ¨Yeah uhm, let me stop you right there Omi-san. I would´ve accepted yer´ confession if it was from a year ago but..i´m datin´ suna...¨ Kiyoomi´s heart dropped at that immediately.
What does he do? Does he flee? Does he play it off? This wasn't part of the plan. He´ll go with the third option. ¨What are you talking about, tsumu? Osamu is-¨ He raised head up fully to look at Osamu, feigning slight surprise. ¨Oh, wrong twin.¨ Osamu´s eyes went wide as he had a shocked expression, mouth opening and closing as if trying to find something to say but much to his astonishment he couldn´t.
Kiyoomi zipped past him, ignoring the shocked cry of ´Omi?´ coming from Osamu. He just got his heart broken and ultimately made a fool of himself. Good job Sakusa Kiyoomi, now you did it. You´ll have to act like you don't know what Miya Osamu is talking about when he tells Miya Atsumu what happened.
Kiyoomi wanted to hide under his bed sheets and never see daylight again. Atsumu will think Kiyoomi has feelings for him and things will be awkward-
Kiyoomi stopped in his tracks as he opened the exit door for the orchestra room. But what if things didn't have to be awkward? What if he could somehow convince Atsumu that he did like him and that wouldn't have to lead to anything complicated? He could tell Atsumu he casually did like him and Atsumu would play along and thus he could act like his crush on Osamu never existed.
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¨We´re all grown up now..¨ Osamu snapped Kiyoomi out of his memory replay, but he nevertheless recovered and smiled softly at the face close to his. ¨Right...¨ Akaashi was going off to his university in Tokyo to study philosophy and Bokuto along with Atsumu were getting scouted by volleyball teams. Osamu is going to a university to study culinary arts since he was so fascinated by it.
As for Sakusa Kiyoomi….
¨Hey Omi, you haven´t told me which music major yer´ goin´ to choose. They all looked pretty entranced by yer´ little show earlier...¨ Kiyoomi supposed he should get it over with. As Osamu bandaged up his wound, he held Osamu´s wrist as he whispered out. ¨Yeah, about that….¨ The body in front of him stilled, Sakusa couldn't even get himself to meet his friend's eyes.
¨What?¨ Osamu asked, dipping his head to look into Kiyoomi´s eyes and that's when Kiyoomi just about deflated in place. The ravenette lost grip on Osamu´s wrist, letting his hand drop on his lap and seeing Osamu´s uneasy expression stare at the dropped hand and then back at him when he spoke up again.
¨I've decided that I won't pursue music any longer...i'm going to use my skill in volleyball and try to be scouted by a team if I have the chance.¨ He kept the burning smile on his face, his eyes trained on Osamu, who looked as if someone had informed him they ran over his dog. Osamu seemed to have snapped out of his shock as he stood up, his chair screeching against the floor.
¨Seriously? Yer´ quitting yer amazing talent for music on volleyball? Kiyoomi, ya´ love playing the violin!¨ Kiyoomi shut his eyes as he only grinned wider, his cheeks warming up in emotion as he raised an apologetic hand up. ¨Yeah, I decided I loved volleyball more than the violin. I´m sorry.¨
He stayed seated on the uncomfortable wooden chair, soon opening his eyes again to see Osamu scowling, looking at Kiyoomi with the most angry expression he's ever had on his face. Kiyoomi felt put off for a moment, Osamu only had that look on his face if he and Atsumu got in a fight but it was never directed at Kiyoomi.
¨What the hell are ya´ lying for?¨ Osamu demanded with fists clenched at his side, seeming to be shaking by his livid trance. ¨You love music! Ever since we were kids, you never gave up on it! Ya´ can't lie to me sayin´ ya´ love volleyball more than the damn violin! What is wrong with yer´ head that´s tellin´ ya´ to do somethin´ so stupid?!¨ Kiyoomi stopped smiling as soon as Osamu said the next part in realization.
¨This is because of Atsumu isn´t it? Yer´ lettin yerself live an unhappy life because of what happened? It wont work! This won't help at all!¨ Kiyoomi scowled as Osamu yanked him up from his chair, fisting the front of his unbuttoned dress shirt and pulling him close as he spat out his next words angrily.
¨IDIOT! Follow yer´ own dreams, not my brothers! What will you win from walkin´ in my brothers footsteps?!¨ Kiyoomi grimaced and soon felt his patience wear out, blood soon growing hot from the adrenaline rushing in him. ¨SHUT UP!! This is my decision and MY life! I get to do what I think is best and I wont have you meddling with it! Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong!¨ Kiyoomi gripped Osamu´s wrists and tore them off his shirt, seeing the shorter teen stumble a bit by the action.
He regained his footing rather quickly and only shot Kiyoomi a disgusted look that was mixed with anger and betrayal, almost looking hurt by the last part in Kiyoomi´s sentence. ¨What, is that what I do now? Stick my damn nose in yer´ business and ruin yer´ selfish dream?! That's some rich stuff comin´ from ya! Considerin´ I still care about ya´ even when ya´ broke my brothers heart two times already!!¨
Kiyoomi hunched his shoulders up as he yelled back, ignoring the crack at the last part due to him losing his composure. ¨It's not like I asked you to stick around with me! If you just feel sorry for me then feel sorry at a certain radius away from me if you despise me that much!¨ Osamu flinched slightly, soon looking murderous that almost made Kiyoomi want to apologize for the last part.
Almost.
¨I wont and will never do that because i love you Kiyoomi! Whether ya´ like it or not, yer´ part of the family and you´ll stay part of the family until we all die as old men! That's why I'm tellin ya to open yer´ damn eyes before ya´ get hurt!¨ ¨WELL THE DECISION IS FINAL!! I´M PLAYING VOLLEYBALL AND THAT IS THAT!!¨ Kiyoomi panted after yelling, gulping and then panting again as he blew out a frustrated sigh.
Osamu scrunched his nose up in distaste, panting as well but soon speaking up quietly. ¨What, so that's it? Yer´ goin´ to give up on everythin´ ya´ worked hard for? Everything everyone around you has supported you for?¨ Kiyoomi shrugged half-heartedly, his breaths coming short as he responded blandly. ¨Pretty much.¨ Osamu only clicked his tongue in annoyance, keeping his fists at his sides as he looked away from Kiyoomi.
Kiyoomi flinched as Osamu kicked the wooden chair with a loud bang, a small whimper escaping him as Osamu screamed. ¨Whatever! Do what ya´ want! Do what yer´ selfish heart desires!¨ Kiyoomi screwed his eyes shut as Osamu walked past him, yelling out one last thing.
¨I just hope you do that right at least!¨ Then the door slammed.
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¨Omi-Omi, we´re here!¨ Kiyoomi´s eyes snapped open as the car parked in a full stop, sitting up slowly as he stretched and felt his arms ache in exhaustion. Kiyoomi grabbed his phone and soon felt a wave of confusion hit him as he stepped out of the car and shut the door, seeing more than twenty missed calls and numerous texts from Osamu.
¨What's the matter?¨ Keiji asked, seeming to notice Kiyoomi´s troubled expression. Kiyoomi handed him his phone and resumed stretching, ¨´Samu tried to contact me but I fell asleep.¨ Koutarou peered over Keiji´s shoulder with an intrigued expression and soon after reading a bit they had horrified expressions.
Kiyoomi didn´t notice them and soon made his way to enter the restaurant, that was until they both blocked his way. Kiyoomi squinted his eyes at them, his eyebrows pinching together. ¨what?¨ Koutarou smiled tightly, turning Kiyoomi´s body around to his horror. ¨Hey, so! Who needs Onigiri Miya when there are barbecue places around here? Heard they´re delicious!¨
¨Huh?¨ ¨You´re absolutely right, Bokuto-san. They talk this place up way too much, I don't even think the onigiri´s are that good- i don't mean that..¨ Akaashi whispered the last part as Kiyoomi was being ushered away. Kiyoomi was too tired to deal with this so he forced out of Koutarou´s grip and turned on them, an exasperated look on his face.
¨Wait! What is up with you guys all of a sudden? Even if the food´s not good, I still have to see Osamu.¨ Kiyoomi walked past them and tried ignoring their cries after him until he opened the door, looking back at them over his shoulder with an annoyed expression. ¨What's wrong with you guys? It's not like i´ll get food poisoning.¨
The panicked expressions Akaashi and Bokuto exchanged only made Kiyoomi sigh tiredly and shake his head. ¨Seriously...´Samu, can you believe what these two said about your food?-¨ His words disappeared on the tip of his tongue as his breath seemed to be punched from his lungs.
His eyes widened while his complaining halted instantly, staring at the body in front of him who seemed just as shocked by seeing him.
¨Omi-kun?¨ Atsumu stared back with an appalled expression, his thick eyebrows pinched together with wide disbelieved eyes. Atsumu was all grown up now. Sure, he wasn't as tall as kiyoomi, maybe two or one inch shorter, but he was definitely way more muscular than Kiyoomi, that much hasn't changed.
His hair wasn't piss colored anymore, he found out what a toner was and now he had paler hair that was also controlled by gel and seeming wavy. His skin was tanner and he was just unfairly handsome. Kiyoomi´s mouth dried as he couldn´t find the right words to say, he felt like a deer caught in headlights.
¨Atsumu..¨ In all his glory, there stood Miya Atsumu, who was Kiyoomi´s childhood best friend and ex boyfriend. Who broke up with him outside a movie theatre as the wind blew cold against Kiyoomi´s skin and left him confused and broken.
Kiyoomi understood now, he understood why they were trying to stop him from going inside. He should've listened. He knew he should've listened. What he did not expect was for Atsumu to smile at him, even if it was the disguise he used for people he didn't like. ¨What a surprise! What are ya´ doin´ back here in Osaka, Omi-kun?¨ ¨Uhm..¨ Kiyoomi shoved his hands back in his pockets as his shoulders tensed up in discomfort, he didn't know how to answer that without getting his head ripped off.
Lucky for him, both Keiji and Koutarou just knew the right solution. Keiji made his way to Atsumu and smiled, ¨We were all just about to contact you, Atsumu-san. Kiyoomi-san announced he was coming to Osaka for a visit from Tokyo for a little reunion.¨ Atsumu smiled politely at Keiji, soon wrapping an arm around his shoulders and squeezing him in a side hug.
¨´s that so?¨ His hazel eyes travelled to Kiyoomi once again, only this time it held more tension. Kiyoomi almost lost his balance as Koutarou threw an arm around him and held him close, he glared at the enthusiastic man as he almost grew deaf at how loud he was. ¨Yeah, Tsum-Tsum! Omi-Omi felt homesick so we´re planning to just take it easy today! Everyone got a text!¨
Atsumu let go of keiji and crossed his arms over his chest, his smile lost and replaced with a scrutinizing look on his face. ¨How strange Omi-kun, yer´ text has not reached my phone yet.¨ Kiyoomi shouldered off Koutarou and hunched his shoulders slightly, ignoring the fast rate of his heart beating as he responded.
¨That´s because I hadn't sent anything to you.¨ Atsumu hummed in understanding, nose scrunching up slightly in distaste. ¨Ah..¨ ¨Don´t think ya´ve gotten special privilege ´Tsumu, he called me last minute and asked if he could come over since he was hungry. I nearly passed out.¨ Osamu finally spoke up, walking from behind the counter and soon grinned at Kiyoomi.
Yeah, he was muscular but not as much as Atsumu but he was still as unfairly handsome as his brother, especially when he went back to being a dark haired brunette with the same undercut he's had for years. How could they look so similar but yet be so different?
Kiyoomi gave a small smile as Osamu approached him, arms stretching wide open to give him a hug. ¨It's nice ta´ see ya´ again ya´ damn weasel..¨ Kiyoomi laughed in a breathy manner. ¨I missed you too, Osamu.¨ They hugged tightly and Kiyoomi couldn´t seem to notice that it held a lot of emotion from both of them.
They seperated after hugging for seconds, smiling at each other just the way they did when they reunited when they were still teens. Osamu blinked at him before ruffling his hair, Kiyoomi scowling as his head was ducked down. ¨What!-¨ ¨Do ya´ ever stop growin´?! I order ya´ to shrink!¨ Kiyoomi was soon pulled in a headlock, feeling slight discomfort from the continuous touching.
¨It doesn't work like that!¨ Kiyoomi pushed him away with an annoyed expression, soon turning soft as Osamu grinned happily at him as everyone except Atsumu laughed. Kiyoomi´s eyes met with Atsumu´s, and they held onto the tense stare off until Atsumu gave him a lazy grin that he knew he hated.
Kiyoomi almost felt himself bristle by the sight but it fell short as Atsumu walked towards him and only set a hand on Osamu´s shoulder. ¨Hey ´samu, i´m gonna head back home. I´ve gotta get ready.¨
Kiyoomi avoided looking at Atsumu while Osamu arched up an eyebrow, staring at his twin with confusion. ¨Got somethin´ planned?¨ Kiyoomi felt Atsumu´s gaze on his face as he spoke up again, ¨Got a hot date, but tryouts are bein´ held tomorrow so i've got ta´ rest early.¨ Kiyoomi felt his heart ache but he swallowed the pain and drilled himself to stay strong.
He can't be upset when he had gone on dates as well, but he had always felt wrong soon afterwards. Atsumu didn't need to know that though. ¨Oh, well take care and don´t do anythin´ stupid this time.¨ Atsumu laughed as he walked past Kiyoomi. ¨When have I ever? Bye Aka-kun, see ya tomorrow Bokkun.¨
¨Goodbye Atsumu-san.¨ ¨See ya´ Tsum-Tsum!¨ when the door rang shut and everything stayed quiet for a minute, Bokuto blew out a sigh with a hand rubbing down his face. ¨That could have gone a lot worse...¨
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(TRYOUT DAY)
Kiyoomi was lined up with the other people who were already trying out, eyeing the people who were getting a bit close to him and sending a glare at a shorter male who kept on bumping into him due to his jumpy nerves. Pathetic. If he was so nervous then why bother trying out? Kiyoomi knew he was going to get in the team and that was that.
It turns out that the coach of this team couldn't make it and so he left Meian, the captain of the team, in charge of the tryouts and so therefore, the managers would film their performances and then it´ll take a few days to announce who made the team. So, for sure Kiyoomi was going to win this thing.
¨Alright rookies, this is how it's going to go! We´re going in two teams which will be us against you guys. You guys will have to decide who plays who and you play what and I want no one arguing or else you´re out! Understood?¨ ¨Yes sir!¨ They all bowed and continued listening as Meian gave them further instructions.
¨It doesn't matter who wins, this is just to show your skills and how you cooperate in a team but most importantly, your skill! I will be watching along with our managers as we play and just keep in mind that we´ve only got one spot open so you´re going to have to wow us if you want to be in our team!”
His gaze swept over them, ¨Does anyone have any questions?¨ ¨No sir!¨ ¨Alright, then let's get started-!¨ ¨Sorry I'm a bit late captain!¨ Kiyoomi kept his head bowed even when he heard the familiar voice who was once again Miya Atsumu, he supposed he shouldn't have been so surprised considering he was in this team and was the setter.
¨Atsumu, I suppose you overslept.¨ Meian asked tiredly, which Atsumu only shrugged as he walked through the huge gym. ¨Eh, close enough.¨ ¨Well it can't be helped now I suppose. Anywho, we´re playing against the rookies and since you're late, you'll be playing as their setter.¨
Astonished whispers ran around Kiyoomi from the people trying out and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow up in unamusement, he wasn't anything too special. ´Then why is your heart beating so fast, Kiyoomi?´ The voice in his head asked, which Kiyoomi found incredibly annoying.
¨That's fine by me, captain.¨ Of course it was, Atsumu would take every chance to flaunt his talent at people's faces and tease other people. ¨Great! I can use this opportunity to beat that smug look on Atsumu´s face off!¨ an unrecognizable voice exclaimed, soon Bokuto´s voice laughed out by the exclamation.
¨Inunaki, yer´ so damn rude!¨ Atsumu yelled at, who he now knew, was inunaki. ¨Alright, settle down. Rookies, straighten up and go warm up, you have five minutes. Go!¨ Kiyoomi stood up straight from his bowed position and was going to turn around until Meian caught sight of him.
¨Sakusa? Is that you?¨ Kiyoomi looked back at him and slowly made his way to him, bowing his head slightly. ¨Yes captain.¨ He stopped bowing and It was strange having to look up slightly at someone taller than him considering Kiyoomi was 6´4 and usually craned his neck to look down at people, but Meian was 6´5 and he supposed there was nothing to do about it.
¨I knew I recognized your hair! It's great to see you here, Sakusa!¨ Kiyoomi only nodded. ¨Thank you and Bokuto for giving me the opportunity to be here today.¨ Meian smiled kindly, raising a dismissing hand. ¨No need to be so formal, it's a good thing you´re here. I´m not picking favorites but i´m hoping you´ll make it. Do your best out there, will you?¨ ¨Yes sir-¨
¨What the hell?¨ Kiyoomi turned his head to look at the sudden source of exclamation, which was of course Atsumu. Atsumu looked full blown confused as he stared at the features on Kiyoomi for some reason. ¨Omi-kun?¨ Meian looked between the two of them, interest tainted on his face.
¨You know each other?¨ ¨No.¨ Kiyoomi spoke up while Atsumu said, ¨Yes.¨ They glared at each other and Kiyoomi was going to send him a stinging retort until the light of their friendship walked up to them and tugged them into a hug between the three of them, Kiyoomi squirming slightly under their closeness.
¨The three of us are childhood friends! Middle school and High school as well! Keiji and Samu-sam too!¨ Meian looked directly at Atsumu with an amused look on his face. ¨You've mentioned Akaashi and Bokuto but you've never said anything about Sakusa.¨ Kiyoomi saw Atsumu shrug stubbornly in the corner of his eye, muttering slowly.
¨There was nothing to say.¨ Ouch. Kiyoomi looked to his other side after watching Bokuto flick Atsumu´s forehead, his heart beating quickly by the comment made earlier by Atsumu. Kiyoomi walked away from Bokuto´s hug, brows furrowed as he nodded at Meian. ¨If you'll excuse me.¨ ¨Of course. Do your best.¨
Kiyoomi walked away from them and made his way to a spot on the floor that was further from the others to do his stretching. Who cared what Atsumu said? Who cares what Atsumu thought? He was the one who wanted to leave Kiyoomi in the first place after Kiyoomi had given him his three chances to leave him. He was the one who just had to stick around and make sure he left Kiyoomi broken and unwanted after loving each other for so long.
It indeed was Kiyoomi´s fault for coming back.
¨Omi-kun, ya´ left pretty quickly that I almost didn't get ta´ say hi.¨ ¨Don´t you have any other rookies to go torment, miya?¨ Kiyoomi countered as he slid his legs wide open and stretched as far as he could down until he could feel his torso touch the ground. ¨They look too inta´ this, I don't want ta´ be rude.¨ Kiyoomi sat up and unzipped his jacket, letting his wrists fold against the gym floor.
¨So you've decided to just be rude to me.¨ Kiyoomi blanched out with annoyance tainted in his voice, wanting to just not see Atsumu at all since he didn't have the energy to just banter. ¨Nah, just came here for a friendly conversation.¨ Atsumu´s hazel eyes bore into his, Kiyoomi feeling slightly uneasy.
¨Haven´t heard from ya´ in a long time. ´Cept that you were with Ushiwaka. Congrats.¨ Kiyoomi scowled at the mention of Ushijima. Why did he have to bring him of all people into this so-called friendly conversation? Oh right, this was Miya Atsumu.
Kiyoomi swung his head to look at him, his teeth clenched. ¨And you have no right to be upset by it. If you´ve forgotten, you broke up with me.¨ he hissed out in a whisper, seeing Atsumu finally look somewhat angry.
¨Well I asked if you wanted me to stay and guess what? You said no and moved on to that damn prick..¨ ¨Why are you so obsessed with him?¨ Kiyoomi demanded snappily, his cheeks flushing slightly from Atsumu´s persistence into interrogating him of his last relationship.
Atsumu must´ve not liked what Kiyoomi just said because his cheeks flushed darkly, recoiling that made his chin tuck slightly into his neck with a false confused look. ¨Me? Obsessed? You´ve got it all wrong Omi-kun. You-¨ ¨Well it doesn't matter anyways. He and I are no longer together..¨
His dark eyes were kept trained on his legs, stretching even more to avoid accidentally looking at Atsumu. ¨Oh...what happened?¨ He asked slowly, his hostile demeanor slowly disappearing from him. Kiyoomi twisted his body from side to side before bringing his long legs together and laying back on the floor. ¨Wouldn't you like to know?¨ he spat angrily, eyes wrinkled by the corners.
Atsumu squinted his eyes at him, a serious look on his face by the sudden angry comment. ¨You would too.¨ Kiyoomi finally sat up, face only a few inches away from Atsumu´s face. ¨If you must know, he cheated on me with Tendo-san. I was doing great not thinking about him but thanks alot for making me say it.¨ Kiyoomi watched as Atsumu´s expression went from shock to anger and then to sympathy.
¨Are ya´ alright?¨ Kiyoomi felt disbelief crawl at his skin, now was when he was asking when he was okay? Now of all the other times he wasn't clearly okay in front of him and never commented on it? Kiyoomi clenched his teeth as he spoke angrily in a low voice.
¨Why. Do. You. Care? You don't get to know how I feel! You don't get to feel sympathy towards me! And if it were up to me, I wouldn't even bother acting like you and I knew each other!¨
Atsumu looked hurt for a moment before blinking slowly with no expression on his face.
¨ I see yer´ tryin´ out, think you´ll get in?¨ Ah, so he'd just ignored the raveonettes comment rather than just leave him alone? So be it. Kiyoomi huffed and stood up, watching as Atsumu smiled falsely at him.
¨I´ve got pretty high chances considering your teammate and captain seeked me out and recommended me.¨ Atsumu raised an eyebrow, seeming irritated for a moment before chuckling out. ¨Was it Bokkun?¨ Kiyoomi shrugged as he turned away. ¨Me knowing you has nothing to do with the match today, don´t give me any half assed tosses to make me look bad..¨
Kiyoomi started walking away until Atsumu´s low voice seethed out the next few words. ¨You insinuatin´ my tosses are half assed?¨ Kiyoomi looked at him over his shoulder, staring sideways at the pissed off pale haired male behind him.
¨I´m insinuating I know you´ll try to get back at me for not telling you I came back to Osaka. I don't have time for any of that. That's all.¨ Kiyoomi did end up getting successful spikes through the whole game, he noticed the impressed looks on the MSBY teams faces as they witnessed his spinned spike as well as the captain and managers.
He wasn't surprised when he found out he made it in the team, it was fairly obvious. But he definitely ruined his chance to talk to Atsumu over what he joined the team for.
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( A FEW MONTHS LATER : IN MSBY - GYM )
Kiyoomi could admit, he wasn't in the greatest shape. He had a terrible week due to his father collapsing and being hospitalized due to heart failure, he was stressing on how to find the time to visit him in the hospital and it didn't help that Atsumu kept sending tosses his way during their practice match. Why send tosses his way every single time?
Why couldn't he send them to their newest recruit Hinata Shoyo? He has a fun time messing around with him as well as Bokuto, who was noticeably getting restless at not being able to spike the ball over the net.
Kiyoomi tried hitting the tosses but they were either too high or too low, but that was just because Kiyoomi was trying and failing at trying to jump to meet the tosses but he just couldn't. Not when he didn't know if his father was fighting for his life or if he could just give up at any moment, This was a nightmare.
The ball thumped on the other side of the net as he landed on his feet, it was an out. ¨Don´t mind, we´ll get the next point!¨ Inunaki called after Kiyoomi, who was panting by his exertion and tiredness. He noticed the worried glance Thomas cast him on the other side of the net and felt his nostrils burn in a stinging manner.
¨Hey, Sakusa-kun. Are you alright-?¨ ¨What the hell is up with your lousy hits today, omi.¨ Kiyoomi clenched his teeth tightly together as he glared at Atsumu sideways, seeing Atsumu´s dark expression as they stopped playing immediately after those words were spoken out loud.
The atmosphere got cold and tense as Kiyoomi only stared at back at the ground and shrugged in an arrogant manner, lips trembling as Atsumu continued on. ¨I'm givin´ you perfect sets and you just half ass yer´ damn playing! What, are ya´ just not feelin´ it today? Huh?¨ Kiyoomi wanted to yell back, he wanted to snap at Atsumu and say he was wrong but he couldn´t.
He couldn´t and it just frustrated him even more. ¨Hey, come on Tsum-Tsum, there's no need to get worked up.¨ Bokuto cut in their one-sided verbal argument, his voice hardened and slightly nervous from the sudden tension rising up from both parties. ¨Yeah! Omi-san, don´t mind! It was still a great spike!¨ ¨Don't lie to him, Shoyo-kun!¨ Atsumu snapped at the ginger with an annoyed expression on his face.
Kiyoomi had told Komori, Keiji, Koutarou, Suna and Osamu about what happened to his father and they had done almost everything they could to help. Kiyoomi was absolutely grateful for that but he hadn't been able to inform Atsumu on it so of course he didn't get a break from his glaring or sets.
Atsumu continued on patronizing Kiyoomi, who felt his eyes sting. ¨Who do ya´ think ya´ are? Gettin´ on this court and not tryin´ yer damn best! If yer´ not gonna match my sets then get off this damn court and go warm the bench!¨ A sob escaped Kiyoomi´s mouth against his own will.
He was so tired.
Kiyoomi´s hands clenched at his sides as he bit his lip to not let any further sobs escape but the tears kept on pouring out as well as the sounds that came with it. ¨W-wha...why are ya´ cryin´ Omi-kun?¨
A loud clap was heard and soon Foster´s booming voice came along with it. ¨Alright, that's enough practice for today. Miya, go to my office and Sakusa, do the same after you freshen up, we´ll wait for you. All of you are dismissed.¨ Kiyoomi scurried off quickly to the locker room, turning a blind eye from the way the whole team stared after him.
Kiyoomi just wasn't willing to let Atsumu have his victory over him grow by the sight of him crying. Atsumu is definitely difficult and of course they would have difficulty adjusting to being together on the same team but Kiyoomi thought Atsumu would see when to mess with him and when not to.
He ran in the restroom and closed the door shut quickly before crying even more, his breath coming shorter and shorter each time he had to breathe. Only then did he realize he was having a panic attack. Was he dying? It feels like he's dying. He can't breathe. He can't move. He was drilled on the spot and ready to let his body give up.
He coughed by not being able to breathe, his throat burning and his heart churning by the painful feeling of several emotions. Kiyoomi fell on the cold tiled floor, a strong pain coming from his knee as he jolted and thrashed. His sobs only grew louder and painful, he couldn't do anything.
He felt disgusting and ruined, he wanted to just give up on all of this. He wanted to so badly but he just couldn't for some selfish reason. ¨O-mi-oMi?¨ Kiyoomi recognized that voice, but he couldn't see or feel anything after falling. He felt numb at the very least and weak along with vulnerability.
¨Hey, your medication. Is it in your locker?¨ Kiyoomi nodded numbly, his heart beating fast against his chest. He was losing his mind. This was bad, he was going to die after all. Running footsteps left for a few moments before running back in, the squeaking of the guy´s shoe, who he figured was Bokuto, was close to his ear, soon hearing Koutarou´s soft words whispering to him.
¨Okay, I brought water and your pills. I need you to breathe with me, okay? Breathe with me, like this.¨ He sucked in a slow breath and then let it out slowly, repeating it again until speaking up again. ¨Can you do that for me?¨ Kiyoomi tried doing it but he couldn't after trying once, which he felt miserable for until Koutarou cooed softly.
¨It's okay, hey, i´m proud of you for trying. I know you can do it, so can you try again?¨ Kiyoomi sucked in a breath, missing two beats the first time but then he repeated until he got it right, feeling his chest slightly ease from the strain and hearing Bokuto´s voice again. ¨There you go, good job. Keep going like- yeah, there you go!¨ Kiyoomi slowed his breathing and shut his eyes.
¨Alright, i´m going to hand you the water and pills, okay? Be slow with the drink and don't get nervous, it´s to help.¨ Moments passed after Kiyoomi took the medication, the silence comfortable between them due to having moments like these several times, only Kiyoomi didn´t have anyone to depend on during a time like this when he was at Tokyo.
¨I´m sorry, kou...¨ Kiyoomi whispered out as Bokuto dabbed his eyes gently with a wet towel, feeling tired and useless for losing his cool like that. Koutarou´s eyebrows pinched together disapprovingly by the apology, a frown taken on his features. ¨There's no reason to apologize, Kiyoomi. You're allowed to break down like that if you have to, especially with what's going on right now.¨
Kiyoomi only sighed and nodded tiredly, and soon after he cleaned up, he had to face Foster and Atsumu. Bokuto had offered to drive him to his apartment but Kiyoomi had insisted it was alright and sent him off easily. So when he closed the door shut in Foster´s office, he made sure to avoid looking at Atsumu
¨Alright, do either of you mind telling me what the hell happened out there?¨ Kiyoomi kept his head bowed down in respect as well as Atsumu, who stayed quiet beside him as if at loss of what to say. A moment of silence passed between the three of them until Foster blew out an all too familiar tired sigh.
¨Fine, let's start with you Atsumu. Since you were so insistent on arguing earlier.¨ A sound came from Atsumu that sounded like a slight reaction of having to explain himself but he soon raised his head up. ¨Right. Well, I was just gettin´ tired of Omi-kun´s failed attempts of scoring. He cost us a full set and he just seemed like he was bein´ lazy and unbothered so it downright pissed me off. I hated that he wasn't bein´ switched out and I just about had it when no one was pointing out that he was messing everythin´ up. So I decided to point it out and say what I usually said to people who I don't think are worthy to play anymore, I just didn't think he would burst out cryin´ like that.¨
¨Got it. Sakusa?¨ Kiyoomi raised his head up but didn't meet his eyes, keeping his gaze glued down on his clasped hands on his lap. ¨I apologize for not doing my best these past days. I don't want to make up excuses complaining that i´ve been having the worst week but I have. My father collapsed due to heart failure and I haven't had the chance to visit so that caused some stress and worry to build up due to not knowing if my father is alright at this second or if he could die at any moment. It didn't help that Miya kept on tossing to me but this whole thing is my fault, so I accept full responsibility. I´ll accept any consequence you want to give me. I´m also sorry for not informing you of my problem, but that information was only shared between my family members and my close friends.¨
He looked up to see Atsumu´s horrified face and Foster´s disturbed one. ¨Of course you should've told me, Sakusa. If a family issue that's life threatening or taking a toll on you, I have to know. We´ll continue talking about this tomorrow but right now I want you to go to the hospital. Both of you are dismissed and see that this won't happen again.¨ Kiyoomi and Atsumu bowed their heads respectfully.
¨Yes sir.¨ They stood up and Kiyoomi ignored the fact that Atsumu opened the door for him, he only stared at him for a moment before grimacing and continuing to walk away. He hoped he would be able to walk away without communicating anymore but of course, Miya Atsumu had to be everywhere.
Atsumu caught up to him and strode fast beside him, looking at him with wide eyes. ¨Omi-kun, yer´ father really collapsed?¨ Kiyoomi scowled at him, ¨Yes really, do you think i´d lie about something so horrible?¨ Atsumu´s frown deepened even more, eyebrows pinched with his lips formed in a pout.
¨Why didn't ya´ tell me? Who else knows about this?¨ He demanded worriedly, to which the ravenette felt even more irritated ness claw at him. ¨Why do you need to know?¨ he snapped, receiving Atsumu´s own scowl. ¨I know for a fact that Bokkun knows! And if Bokkun knows then Aka-kun knows! Motoya-kun knows too, right? That goes to Rintarou too since they're on the same team!¨
Kiyoomi didn´t know if he felt a flurry of anger either because Atsumu was on point or just because he didn't want to see his face. Either way, he still felt anger. ¨And so what if they do?¨ Atsumu looked incredibly offended at that. ¨Omi-kun, have ya´ forgotten that I was the closest one ta´ him? I had a close friendship with him when you and I dated! Even before that! Him and I had-¨
¨Yeah! Had! Had! You and I broke up and then you were gone! Never contacting my father again! But ´ Samu did and you didn´t! So much for your close friendship!¨ Kiyoomi shoved an accusing finger against Atsumu´s chest, seeing Atsumu´s incredulous expression with his hands raised up slightly as he spoke up yet again.
¨Well i´m still worried!¨ Kiyoomi pulled a pained expression on his face, almost confused yet analytical. ¨Why? Why do you suddenly care about him?¨ Atsumu searched his face, almost like he didn't understand the question at all. ¨What?¨ Kiyoomi thinned his lips before stepping back from Atsumu, still feeling confused.
¨You never ask about him until now. Is a heart failure all it takes for you to suddenly open your eyes and act like you suddenly care? You´ve never even bothered asking about him until this happened-¨ ¨That's not true, Omi! If ya´ must know, I ask Osamu almost every month about him since you and ´Samu keep in touch! Even if it comes a surprise to ya´, I still care about you and yer´ family!¨
Kiyoomi´s words disappeared instantly as Atsumu said those words, soon feeling guilt slowly trickle in his gut in realization. Atsumu still cared about him and Kiyoomi just never contacted him again and spent the entire time sulking over their lost relationship and felt stubborn enough not to contact him again.
Overpowering his guilt was anger, Atsumu was the one who ended things with him, so who was he trying to flatter saying those types of things? Not Sakusa Kiyoomi, never again. ¨So what? Do you think you´re all that for trying to keep up on my family´s life?¨ Atsumu recoiled physically but kept his gaze locked in Kiyoomi´s as if he would lose just by breaking eye contact.
¨No! I´m just trying to say that it´d be great help if you told me if somethin´ went wrong with yer´ family that could be life threatnin´!¨ ¨What will you gain from it? You´re not in my life anymore! You weren't in it ever since you decided to leave me! When you decided to leave us!¨ Kiyoomi emphasized on the last part, realizing he was shaking by the anger building up in him.
Atsumu soon let go of his hurt and it was replaced by fury, his hazel eyes seeming to fire up by Kiyoomi´s words. ¨And whose fault is that?! Whose fault is it that I never got to speak to you or yer´ family ever again?! I asked ya´ if ya´ wanted me ta´ stay after confessin´ that we still loved each other and what did ya´ say? No! No Atsumu, we're better off partin´ ways and findin´ other people! Even if we´re not together anymore, I care about yer´ father and sisters! So ya´ owe me, Omi! I'm gonna pay Mr. Kiyyusei a visit whether ya´ like it or not! After that, i´ll be out of yer´ hair like ya´ want!¨
Kiyoomi watched as Atsumu opened the door to his car for Kiyoomi, who immediately scrunched his nose and opened his mouth to protest until Atsumu cut him off. ¨It´s clean how ya´ like it..¨ Atsumu looked away from him, his fingertip tapping on the side of the door.
¨I just got used ta´ the way ya´ used ta´ make me clean it and now it's just a habit.¨ He muttered as Kiyoomi pulled a confused look which later turned more relaxed as he tried ignoring the fast beating of his heart by the thought of Atsumu still knowing the cleaning routine Kiyoomi showed him back in High school.
But the sourness came back and he hastily complied, getting in the car but utterly ignoring the held open door for him at the front seat and opened the door for the back seat and sat there, looking out the window. Kiyoomi heard the angry sharp intakes of breath Atsumu took and slightly flinched as Atsumu slammed the door shut, causing a loud sound to come with it.
The atmosphere was tense and cold as they drove to the hospital, Kiyoomi could feel Atsumu´s anger practically suffocating him all the way in the back. This was just how it was going to be between them now, Atsumu´s short temper as well as Kiyoomi´s cold personality couldn´t mix anymore.
There was a time where Kiyoomi thought he and Atsumu were perfect for each other but after realizing he was wrong, then there was just no point in trying to be friendly. He ruined his chance yet again to try and talk to Atsumu for what he came back to Osaka for.
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¨Come in.¨ Kiyoomi opened the door slowly and sat his father laying on the bed comfortably with a tv remote being held in his hand. He looked so peaceful and happy, but then it morphed in surprise. ¨My God, Miya Atsumu, is that you? Kiyoomi, Is that him?¨ Kiyoomi nodded easily and he saw Atsumu in the corner of his eye grin widely, real happiness on his features.
¨The one and only...hi Mr. Kiyuusei.¨ Kiyoomi´s father laughed and lifted his arms in the air, motioning for Atsumu to come in his direction. ¨Skip the formalities! Come over here and give me a hug!¨ Kiyoomi frowned as Atsumu let out a laugh. ¨Alright, hold on now, let me set yer´ gifts down!¨ ¨Hurry it up, will you?¨ After hugging and patting each other's back, Kiyoomi´s dad took in Atsumu´s features with an almost amazed look.
¨You´ve grown so much since the last time I saw you! You´re so much different than Osamu-kun even if you're twins.¨ Atsumu chuckled as he let his hand rub the nape of his neck. ¨We try to make our looks not similar.¨ ¨Trust me, I can tell. Wow, well, what caused you to come visit?¨ Kiyoomi kept his eyes trained on Atsumu as he searched for an answer.
He finally sighed and gave him the bag beside him, inside held purchases for Kiyoomi´s father. Atsumu set it on the older male´s lap and the said male looked slightly confused but after opening the bag he lit up easily and that made Kiyoomi´s heart warm up a bit by the sight.
¨You got me my favorite! You actually remembered I love coffee jelly!¨ Atsumu seemed content with that reaction because he sighed in relief, his hand set on his chest where his heart was. ¨Ya´ like it?¨ ¨Like it? You know how much I love this, Atsumu. This teddy bear looks adorable as well. What's this card say?¨ Atsumu waved his hands frantically, his cheeks flushing slightly.
¨A-Ah, don't read that just yet sir, can you read it once the both of us leave?¨ Kiyoomi scowled at the bleached blonde, his eyebrows pinching together as he hissed out. ¨What did you write in there? You better have not made a dark joke about him passing. I know how much you and Osamu as well as Kou love dark humor.¨
Atsumu rolled his eyes, making Kiyoomi´s irritated ness grow stronger. ¨Calm down, will ´ya? I didn't write anything like that.¨ They held onto each other's gaze before looking away, Kiyoomi´s father seemed to notice and spoke up to cut in the suddenly tense atmosphere. ¨Well, Kiyoomi, you didn't say anything about coming to visit me.¨
Kiyoomi stared gently at his father, walking beside his bed and sitting on the chair with his hands clasped onto his lap. ¨Sorry Papa, It was a last minute thing that I was allowed to visit so I didn't have enough time to send a message to you.¨ The wrinkles on the corners of his fathers eyes grew noticeable as he smiled, Kiyoomi having a weak fight against not smiling and ended up doing so.
¨Well it's great that you´re here, and it's great that you brought Atsumu with you. I haven't seen the two of you together in a long time.¨ Kiyoomi held his father's hand, thumb brushing the back of his hand slowly.
¨We just couldn't find the time, Papa.¨ His father huffed with a gentle smile, breathing slowly. ¨Well, the both of you are here now and that's all that matters. You don´t know how happy that makes me feel, Kiyoomi.¨ Kiyoomi´s gaze shifted to Atsumu, who was staring at his father with a sad look on his face.
Kiyoomi looked back at his father, matching his smile. ¨I´m glad.¨ ¨-Papa, i´m sorry, they didn't have any bean noodles, but I brought some pork cutlet- uh..¨ Kiyoomi turned his head to see Nana, his older sister standing in the doorway and staring widely at Atsumu, who seemed just as surprised to see her.
Her amber eyes blinked multiple times as if trying to see if she was seeing correctly, but soon her thick black eyebrows pinched in a worried manner, carding her long fingers in her straight black hair, her glossed lips frowning. ¨Hey, Nana! Look, it's Atsumu!¨ Kiyoomi´s father exclaimed, a happy smile still placed on his lips.
Atsumu stood up and waved awkwardly, ¨Hi, Nana-chan..¨ Nana´s pointed eyes stared squinted at him. ¨Miya-kun..¨ Atsumu seemed to deflate due to her using his last name. It was a known fact that the twins liked it when people referred to them by their first names so it wouldn´t cause confusion, so you could tell by the look on his face that he seemed down by being on a last name basis with her after knowing each other since they were young.
Her gaze shifted to Kiyoomi, who returned it blandly. Her eyes flicked to Atsumu before back at him which was a silent question of ´What is that guy doing here?´ and Kiyoomi could only answer it with a slow blink that in any other sibling language would be ´I don´t know´ but in this case, it was the Sakusa language that said ´Do you really think I would´ve let this happen as if I wanted this?´
Nana sighed slowly and walked over next to Atsumu, only to set the food down on the side table as well as the soft soda drink for their dad. She smiled kindly at him, ¨Let the food cool down, Papa. We can watch that movie you´ve been wanting to watch as you eat.¨ ¨Oh yeah, you´re right.¨ He glanced between Kiyoomi and Atsumu.
¨Would the two of you want to stay and watch it with us?¨ Atsumu and Kiyoomi exchanged a look, Atsumu gave him a look that said ´I´m here for him, not you.´ while Kiyoomi´s said in response to that, ´I don´t care, you've overstayed the welcome you were never given.´ Atsumu´s jaw twitched and then threw Kiyoomi a challenging look, and before Kiyoomi could process where he was going with it, he was already too late when Atsumu gave his father a sweet smile.
¨The choice is as good as yer´s, Mr .Kiyyusei.¨ Damn that Miya Atsumu. How dare he ask that when he knew his father was having a high seeing Atsumu yet again and was of course going to want him to stay. ¨Well then, I want the both of you to stay.¨ Atsumu only shrugged at Kiyoomi, as if he wasn't acting like he wasn't noticing Kiyoomi´s death glare. ¨Consider it done.¨
While watching the movie, Nana, who sat next to him, whispered close to his ear. ¨How are you and Miya?¨ Kiyoomi grimaced just thinking about their dynamic. To be blunt, which was one of the very reasons they were not together anymore, they did not work together as well as they thought they did before.
They worked significantly well together on court but if you ever left them in a closet together then they would rip each other´s heads off. And no, he was in fact not being dramatic. Not with the way they were now. She sighed at his expression, ¨Then what is he doing here?¨ Kiyoomi didn´t know the truthful answer to the question so he took his time coming up with at least an excusable one.
¨He just felt worried and wanted to visit him after finding out he collapsed.¨ She sighed yet again but only this time, more expectantly. ¨Well, I figured it was weird when I didn't receive any texts from the guy when papa collapsed. I heard from ´Samu-chan that Miya asked for updates on him even before the collapse happened.¨
So what Atsumu said really was true. Kiyoomi rested his head on her shoulder as she ran her fingers through his hair, closing his eyes at the shivering feeling. ¨I don't know how to feel anymore, Nana...¨ Nana stayed quiet for a moment before chuckling, pressing a kiss on his head that was covered by his curls. ¨I can tell, Omi...¨
-
After the movie was done, they were getting ready to leave and just when Kiyoomi and Atsumu were about to leave, Kiyoomi´s father called out for Atsumu. ¨Atsumu, can you come here just a minute? Kiyoomi, can you wait outside for a bit?¨ Kiyoomi paused as Atsumu looked at him with wide eyes, shrugging in response to Atsumu´s look.
¨Uh, sure. Do you want me to drive ya´ to yer´ apartment, Omi-kun?¨ Kiyoomi opened his mouth to answer until Nana stood next to him, resting a hand on his forearm. ¨I´ll drive him.¨ Kiyoomi and Atsumu stared at each other for a moment before Kiyoomi was forced to look away, still feeling Atsumu´s hazel eyes burn into the side of his face.
¨Right, well...I'll see ya´ tomorrow.¨ ¨Yeah…¨ Atsumu stepped back in the corner of his vision and soon made his way back in the room and shut the door behind him. Kiyoomi looked down at his older sister, the both of them bewildered as they walked off. ¨What was that about?¨ Nana asked, to which Kiyoomi only shook his head with a shrug. ¨I don´t know.¨
Not even a week later, his father passed away peacefully.
-
Kiyoomi had felt horrible, his reaction to the phone call he received from the hospital informing him of his father's death was just horrid on its own. He couldn't stop crying the whole day and thrashed around in his bed in agony. His father had been his role model and was such a great example of a perfect father. There was no bad bone in his body and absolutely no sign of two sidedness. He was kind to everyone, he helped those who didn't even deserve it and always saw the good side in everyone.
He was a Father and a close friend to Kiyoomi, and to have his life taken away at such a young age was just so unfair. So, so unfair. Kiyoomi couldn´t move on his bed as he let out his hoarse sobs, throat tight from screaming the earlier. His eyes were swollen, his head was ringing in pain with his lips swollen from sobbing so much as saliva dribbled out, mixing with dry saliva from earlier.
Kiyoomi couldn´t reach for his phone to contact his sisters as much as he wanted to, he just couldn´t. His arms wouldn't move and his legs wouldn't give, he wanted to just die too. If death wanted to take his father, then he welcomed death to take him with open arms.
Kiyoomi felt tired but he couldn´t stop crying, so he decided to cry himself to sleep instead. Life was just so cruel.
-
The ravenette woke up to the doorbell chiming in his apartment. He cursed being a light sleeper because that meant he could wake up easily and not be able to go back to sleep. He forced himself out of bed and felt his knees buckle that caused him to wobble slightly before sighing and continuing to keep on trudging to the door.
He can't bother checking who it was, if it's a murderer, Kiyoomi will just accept them easily. If it's someone that wants to sell something, he´ll buy it. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter anymore. So he felt limp as several pairs of arms wrapped around him when he opened the door, stumbling backwards and only resting his head on the crook of someone's neck.
He didn´t know who it was until he felt the familiar strong pair of arms that he´d been yearning to feel on his skin for years, the same pair of arms that held him and made him feel safe and protected. He buried his head deeper in the crook of Atsumu´s neck, hugging him back and didn't feel surprised when warm tears trailed down his cheeks with silent sobs escaping his mouth.
¨M´ here, Kiyoomi. We´re all here for ya´...¨ Atsumu whispered to him and only him, his hand on Kiyoomi´s neck and cradling him oh so gently. Kiyoomi wondered why he wasn´t as willing to give up as easily as he could before. Yeah, he and Atsumu weren't together and unfortunately didn't work as well as they did before, but at least they could bond over the same pain they held for the lost life that was once Kiyyusei Sakusa´s.
They all cried in a huddled circle, all of them being Sakusa´s siblings and Komori, Akaashi, Bokuto, Osamu, Suna and Atsumu as well as Kiyoomi. They cried but at least they were crying together. They ignored any awkward feelings they would´ve felt since half of them hung out with Atsumu, they ignored any ugly emotions they would´ve felt for each other.
Right now, they´re back to being a good family from way back in 2011. A family that got along during special occasions. Kiyoomi´s group of friends that were dressed for homecoming while Kiyoomi´s father and siblings (Except for kato) were bawling their eyes out by the sight of them all grown up and all in established relationships. Three pairs of High school sweethearts.
They way they all referred to Kiyoomi´s dad as their own, but who couldn´t? Once you got on Kiyyusei´s good side, there was no backing out of it. That's why it was hard to accept he was really gone.
¨P-Papa would feel so sad seeing us like this...¨ Kenya sniffed out, rubbing an arm over her snotty nose, which made Kiyoomi grimace in disgust. ¨You´re s-so gross..¨ Nana latched onto Kiyoomi´s arm, making Kiyoomi wonder if he really was the youngest out of all of their family.
¨Wouldn't he be making us cookies to feel better?¨ She hiccuped out, making Kiyoomi sob more along with her as a new wave of pain hit him. Kato hugged Komori close, who continued crying as he spoke up. ¨He would burn them a little but that was okay..¨ Kiyoomi bowed his head and bit his lip as he cried more and more, feeling Akaashi close at his side.
¨They were still delicious...¨ Akaashi spoke softly. A beat of silence ensued before all of their soft responses came.
¨Yeah...¨
-
(AT KIYYUSEI SAKUSA¨S FUNERAL)
Kiyoomi watched as people filed among each other, some conversing with others while some spoke to his siblings. He was thankful that some spoke to him for a few brief moments, none offering their hands to shake.
Komori stood beside him, eyes downcast but his lips still drawn in a smile as he nudged Kiyoomi with his elbow. ¨Hey, I think your glaring is scaring that girl over there.¨ Kiyoomi´s eyes widened in realization when he saw that he was, indeed, glaring at a little girl, who proceeded to look as if she was going to cry.
Kiyoomi didn´t know what to do so he relaxed his expression and clasped his hands together, bowing his head slightly as an apology. She seemed to feel better, judging by the way she returned it with a now cheerful smile on her face.
Kiyoomi was almost saddened at the sight of the child. He and Wakatoshi talked about having children, but Ushijima would brush it off immediately. Kiyoomi supposed he was being too quick, but he realized he did want kids, just not with him, with Tendo.
Kiyoomi let Komori hold his arm, squeezing it in a reassuring way. ¨It´ll be okay.¨ Kiyoomi hummed as a response. He didn´t know what Komori was referring to, but that was how Komori was but he supposed he should just nod and act like he did know what he meant.
His dark eyes shifted up slightly and that's when he saw an all too familiar sight. Bokuto, Akaashi, Osamu, Suna and Atsumu together. Kiyoomi´s eyes caught Atsumu´s, and suddenly he felt as if he was being hit by a huge wave of emotion. Atsumu smiled kindly at him, hazel eyes glinting with an emotion he couldn't detect.
Atsumu came to a halt in front of him, hands tucked in his dress pants Kiyoomi nodded at him, lips pulled in a flat line as he told himself to remain composed. ¨Thank ya´ for invitin´ me.¨ ¨Thank you for coming.¨ Kiyoomi countered easily, watching as Atsumu nodded modestly.
The bleached haired man wore a ghost of a smile on his lips, holding the nape of his neck nervously.
¨I didn't think i´d be invited.¨ Sakusa blinked as he rubbed his hands together. ¨ Well, it only makes sense to invite you since you were so close to him.¨ Atsumu looked straight at him, only to grin at that. ¨Right.¨
Hours passed a lot quicker than Kiyoomi expected, before he knew it, they were commencing his father's burial. ¨They´ve asked if they want us to say our final goodbye to papa.¨ Kenya announced, heels clacking against the floor, Kiyoomi looked outside and watched as people were surrounding the spot where his father was going to get buried, only a few voices being heard.
¨might as well get it over with.¨ Kato muttered, receiving weird looks from Nana and Kenya. Kiyoomi closed his eyes with a small smile, he loved his sisters and brother dearly, but Kato´s bluntness could get him in trouble soon as well as his unneeded comments.
Oh wait, he was just like him too. He's heard from his father that he and Kato´s bluntness came from his mother. Kiyoomi shrugged as he nudged Nana beside him, looking down at her. ¨He is right, let's say bye to Papa.¨ Kiyoomi started walking off, hearing Nana´s mutter of ´Yeah, but he doesn´t have to be so honest.¨
Sakusa watched as his close friends were waiting by the door for him, pairs of eyes flickering ober to him. Kiyoomi noticed how their eyes seemed to be puffy, what he was about to do was the right decision then. He tilted his head to the side, motioning to the direction he wanted to head over to.
¨Come on, we´re going to say our goodbyes to him.¨ They looked confused, and quietly, Akaashi spoke up. ¨Uhm, sorry if i come off as rude, but we're not exactly family. Would it be appropriate to just do that?¨ Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, lips forming onto a frown. ¨You guys grew up with me and stayed with my father when he was alone and I wasn't there. He called you guys your other sons so I think it's a bit rude to think you´re not exactly family. Come on, whether anyone likes it or not, you guys were my first friends before anything else. So are you coming or not.¨
Akaashi seemed flustered by the comment but he nevertheless nodded and kept his sheepish look. Bokuto smiled as he held Akaashi´s hand, eyes warm and sad as he nodded. ¨Thank you for thinking of us, Omi-Omi..¨ Kiyoomi sighed, an annoyed look on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
¨It's nothing, gosh, what is this? ´Thank Kiyoomi for unnecessary things´ day?¨ Suna snorted as Osamu punched his arm lightly, rolling his eyes when Kiyoomi feigned pain with a soft grunt. ¨We´re just happy ya´ still care about us, jackass.¨ Kiyoomi noticed the outlines of Osamu´s eyes, yeah, they were puffy.
Kiyoomi´s mind came back to the time of the earlier month, his father wanted to talk to Atsumu and before that Atsumu gave his father a letter. ¨Hey, Atsumu. I just remembered my dad told you something when we visited him. What did he tell you?¨ Atsumu looked surprised that Sakusa was talking to him, but before he could respond, kenya´s voice came up.
¨Omi-nee, we´re going in already, hurry it up.¨ Sakusa nodded and motioned for them to follow him, the said people complying, and it suddenly felt like they were kids again. Once it was Kiyoomi´s turn to look at his father, he immediately felt like breaking down. His skin was pale, he of course smelled horrible, but he couldn't fault him for either of those.
He shut his eyes and stifled back a sob, why couldn't he just live a bit more? Why did God take away such a good man from them? ¨Goodbye, papa. May you rest well and have a better life. We miss your cookies, even if they were a little burnt. I´m sorry I couldn´t pursue my dreams like you wanted me to do so badly. i-...I wish i could´ve done something different. Even if you say our lives are led the way they, i just wish i could've done something else. It's my fault you were so unhappy. You´d disagree right now, but i´m so sure you would´ve been happier if you were visited way more by Atsumu. If i hadn't held a stronger grudge, you would've been happier and that's really after i took mom from you, after I didn´t pursue my dream for something so selfish and because i didn't want Atsumu to be in our lives anymore. You- *sniff* you looked so happy for the first time in years when you saw Atsumu in the hospital. You looked like you were a child and seeing you like that made me really happy for you. It made me realize how stupid and selfish i was and i am so so, sorry papa. What i did was so horrible and selfish, and i don´t know if you´ll ever forgive me, but i-¨
Kiyoomi sobbed as he held his fathers hand, he couldn't bring himself to care if there was bacteria there, if he was slowly decomposing or anything else, ¨I miss you Papa. Maybe if i had put my stupid feelings aside and visited you more, you wouldn´t have been so lonely. If I hadn't left Osaka, your one child that was left would´ve moved somewhere close to you. I regret everything I've done. I swear i wish i could trade my life for yours in a heartbeat, but it´s too late now and I just don't think i can keep going like this without you.¨
His eyes were swollen and worn down. His heart throbbed. ¨I hope you´re okay up there. Please say hi to mom for me.¨
-
(IN MSBY BLACK JACKALS VS SCHWEDEN ADLERS)
¨Yo. You´re all done in here, right?¨ Kiyoomi announced his arrival, peeking his head over the entrance to the locker room where people were surrounded. He saw Hinata, Bokuto, Atsumu, Kageyama, Hoshiumi- and ushijima. His eyes squinted, glaring at all of them in a scrutinized manner. ¨You'd better have all gotten your flu shots.¨
His expression didn´t change as Atsumu sagged over in exhaustion, hand going up to try to stop him from coming in but he still walked in, unbothered. ¨No! Please! Don´t come out yet! This is already all backed up as it is! At least give me an intermission to process it all!¨ Atsumu cried, seeming exasperated. ¨What are you talking about?¨ he demanded, not expecting a response.
¨Of course i have.¨ Ushijima´s deep voice cut in, expression looking slightly proud that he had done what Kiyoomi had just said. ¨You sure sound awful smug over a simple flu shot!¨ Hoshiumi exclaimed in the background as Kiyoomi made his way to stop fully in front of Ushijima.
Kiyoomi saw in the corners of his eyes the concerned look Koutarou wore, looking a bit slightly irritated at Ushijima´s appearance but he was never really one to want enemies while Atsumu looked apprehensive, wearing a small scowl on his face as he glared at Ushijima.
Kiyoomi eyed him before settling in his usual relaxed stance, not letting their past phase him. They had an audience waiting for them out there anyways. ¨yeah, in last year´s Kurowashki´s, you did beat the pants off us. But it won't happen again.¨ He squinted his eyes, deciding to speak for his whole team as he said his next few words.
¨This time, we´re coming out on top.¨ he saw the satisfied smirks settling on Koutarou´s and Atsumu´s faces. Ushijima blinked, nodding as he replied simply. ¨Right. Good luck.¨ The moment was interrupted by Hoshiumi´s boisterous voice. ¨Yeah! We´re gonna beat the pants off you again, today!¨ ¨shut up. I wasn't talking to you.¨ Kiyoomi snapped at the shorter man who popped up behind Wakatoshi.
Atsumu laughed, making his way next to Kiyoomi as he patted his shoulder, grinning dumbly as he spoke. ¨Oh, come on Omi-kun! Do ya´ always gotta be all prickly ´bout everything? What are ya´, a sea urchin?¨ Kiyoomi grimaced, staring at the tanned male dumbfoundedly, as did the others, except Bokuto, who was staring up, looking hungry as Atsumu wailed.
¨Work with me here! Please! I'm ´bout ready to lose my mind!¨ Atsumu collapsed on the floor on all fours, Hinata coming to his side with clenched fists. ¨Atsumu-san, I thought it was funny!¨ ¨Yer´ killin´ me! Yer´ all killin´ me!!¨ ¨Sakusa.¨ Kiyoomi tingled at the sound of Ushijima calling him lowly. Kiyoomi turned his attention back onto him, feeling a bit bold at seeing he was still taller than him.
¨About what has happened before, i want to see if-¨ ¨Omi-kun! Ya´ thought it was funny right?¨ Kiyoomi felt thankful that he had told Atsumu about Ushijima, because he purposefully cut in when the man was trying to talk about their nasty breakup. Kiyoomi smiled behind his mask, seeing the way Atsumu gave him a pleading look that was covering his smug expression.
¨No. What part of that was funny to you.¨ ¨Omi-kun, ya´ just love hurting my whittle ol´ heart don't ya´!¨ Kiyoomi saw in the corner of his eye the strange look ushijima was giving him, but he chose to ignore it.
-after schweden adlers defeat.
Kiyoomi panted as he watched Bokuto make the final point over the net, his eyes wide as bodies flew to stop the ball from landing but the loud SMACK! From the other side of the court sent shivers down his entire body. This meant-
It was as if the world slew down, his dark eyes flicked to Atsumu, who held a victorious stance, arms flexing. Flicked again, his eyes caught the sight of Bokuto pointing at the crowd, evermore, pointing at the love of his life. Akaashi Keiji. This was it.
Kiyoomi heard cheering, his body buzzing from excitement. Not from the win, sure, that was also good, but by what was going to happen now. His tired physique was forgotten, soon he made eye contact with Atsumu, then Osamu. The three nodded at each other. Kiyoomi smirked as he ran, watching at the corner of his eye as Akaashi, who was confused, was being nudged forward by the person he edited for, tenma.
Atsumu blinked at him, the devilish grin on his lips as well as Osamu´s, who patted his back and then stood beside his twin. Cries from the audience at the sight of two Miya Atsumu´s but then more cries sounded by the sight of all four of them, including Bokuto, taking off their shirts.
They received a scrutinized look from Akaashi, until after his blue eyes scanned over the words over their shirts, it was then that he looked comically surprised. To make a run down, they had words each on the front of their shirts that were under their jersey shirt. Bokuto had the words, ´Will you¨ Kiyoomi had, ¨marry¨ Atsumu had, ¨me¨ and finally, Osamu had ¨,Keiji?¨
Screaming erupted from the sight of the words represented for the whole world to see. ¨Oh God, i´m ´bout to cry. Keiji´s cryin´¨ Atsumu laughed as Osamu rubbed at his eyes. Kiyoomi sent him a glare, ¨Idiot, listen to Koutarou first and then see Keiji´s response.¨ he hissed, expression turning soft as he looked back at Keiji, who had his hands clasped over his mouth.
His eyebrows were furrowed, eyes glazed with tears already trailing down his cheeks and flushed cheeks. ¨Akaashi keiji!¨ Bokuto´s voice rang, making people quiet down by the sound to hear what he was going to say. ¨I´ve been wanting to do this ever since I laid my eyes on you, but I wanted to be sure we won this game, because I wanted to represent this win exactly the way you won my heart when we were just kids. I want to say more, but i want to leave all of that in our wedding vows. I´ll say that being in a group of friends with you, was fantastic and you´re easily my best friend out of any of them.¨
Bokuto smiled sheepishly at the three of them,¨Sorry guys.¨ Kiyoomi shaking his head fondly whilst both Atsumu and Osamu acted offended. Koutarou looked back at Keiji, who was trying to hide his sobs with his hands but was clearly failing.
¨I love you so so much, I would be the happiest man in the world if you would do me the favor of being from Akaashi Keiji to Bokuto keiji. So please-¨ Osamu passed him a dark blue colored box, which by the sight, Akaashi looked so overjoyed that it made Kiyoomi´s heart throb in pride and happiness. Those two are his best friends and they were finally going to be happy.
The sight of Bokuto getting on one knee and opening the box to show a very very v e r y expensive looking ring had the crowd go wild. Believe it or not, Kiyoomi, suna Atsumu, komori and Osamu all helped Bokuto pick the ring out (Komori and Suna were on the phone though because they lived away from them)
It was a long evening, but over the five of them bantering, the ring Bokuto had right now is the one Bokuto pointed at seriously and said ´that one is the one.´ The diamond wasn't too small or too big, it was actually the perfect size. It had different shades of blue and a few specks of purple shining through it as well as the small diamonds surrounding it. It described Akaashi so well.
¨Will you marry me?¨ Akaashi wiped his eyes, but the tears didn´t stop, so he smiled and nodded, people made a gap to let Akaashi through as he spoke up. ¨Yes- yes of course I will marry you!¨ Bokuto´s smile was so wide that Kiyoomi wanted to look away, but he couldn´t, but thank God he didn't because seeing Akaashi run down the seats and jump into Bokuto´s arms, kissing him happily was a beautiful sight.
Even when they fell to the ground their lips were still connected, now Akaashi was sat straddling Bokuto´s lap, who looked so happy and held Akaashi´s hips to steady him. Kiyoomi felt a gaze burning behind him so he turned around and saw Atsumu turn his eyes to Bokuto and Akaashi, smiling widely. Osamu was openly sobbing and Kiyoomi felt his own eyes sting.
Looking back at the couple, Kiyoomi couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was looking at him.
(PRESENT DAY- AT AKAASHI¨S BACHELOR PARTY)
¨Ah yes, whatever I had is gone, thanks to these strong hands massaging my back..are you single by any chance?¨ Sakusa gagged at Komori´s antics, who was currently flirting with the man massaging his back. The man looked slightly flustered at that, but he quickly recovered. ¨Erm, i´m actually not.¨ ¨Oh booooo!¨ Komori whined, hitting his head on the head pillow.
Suna´s snort filled the room, as well as Keiji´s relaxed voice. ¨Please don´t terrorize the people I am paying to massage you, komori-san.¨ They were all currently in a fancy sharehouse, getting massaged and pampered before they would have their trip to florida the day of tomorrow. And by all of them, he meant Akaashi, Suna, Komori, Nana and Kenya as well as himself.
Bokuto was having his own Bachelor party with Osamu, Atsumu, Kuroo, Kenma,Kato, Inunaki, Thomas,Barnes, Meian, and Hinata at the bar. It was odd how Hinata and Kenma were with them, but Akaashi and they haven't interacted much with each other to have them in his Bachelor party.
Kiyoomi poured himself more wine as Komori continued his whining. ¨But Keijiii~ me and Kiyoomi are so lonely while you guys have your dates for our trip tomorrow!¨ ¨´Mori, how would auntie react if she saw you like this?¨ Kenya mused, groaning after as from what Kiyoomi could assume, was the massagist hitting the right spot on her back.
¨I´m pretty sure she´s done with my crap but that's okay because she loves me. Plus, she agrees with me that I need someone in my life.¨ ¨Isn't she talking about a woman though?¨ Suna questioned, turning his neck to look at Komori as he was getting massaged as well.
¨I´m fine with that too, but I'm desperate to get anyone, not too desperate though.¨ ¨Ah, well spoken. Nana, come with me! Let´ś get some food from the bin!¨ Kenya grunted as she got up, earning a look from Nana. ¨Why do I have to go with you? Tell Kiyoomi.¨ ¨You´re closer to me physically and age wise.¨ Kenya countered, flicking her forehead.
Nana scowled, ¨That doesn't even make sense!¨ ¨No, no. She's right, it does make sense.¨ Suna raised his head, looking at both of Kiyoomi´s sisters with the most serious look he could ever muster. Nana groaned as Kenya bounced on her feet.
¨Come on! I'm desperate for some cheesecake right now!¨ Both KIyoomi and Nana looked interested. ¨There´s cheesecake?¨ Nana chirped, soon standing as well. ¨Yeah, hurry!¨ ¨Of course, I'll do anything for cheesecake!¨
¨Can you bring me two slices?¨ Kiyoomi asked, receiving nods from his sisters. ¨Sure, anyone else?¨ when they received no responses, they left, shoving each other aside to leave the room first. Kiyoomi didn´t have any sisters anymore.
¨Speaking of desperate, how are you and Osamu doing?¨ Akaashi asked Suna, voice vibrating slightly. Kiyoomi almost snorted as he sipped his wine, eyes trained on his feet that were wiggling under the hot bubbling water.
¨Ah, we´re great, thanks.¨ Sunarin bit out, annoyance tainted on his voice. ¨When we move in together, I think we're going to get a puppy.¨ ¨Aww cute! Oh, I overheard you and Koutarou talking about kids, Akaashi! Are you guys adopting or getting a surrogate?¨ Komori asked. Kiyoomi smiled in amusement as Keiji´s cheeks flushed.
¨We´ve always shared the same fondness for kids, so we´re thinking of getting a surrogate. Koutarou´s sister and my step sister have offered to be surrogates when we were on the topic of it, so we´re thinking of doing Koutarou´s sister with my sperm and my step sisters with Koutarous. It´ll cost a lot of money though, so we´re going to have to wait a few years, but we have enough money for one already. We just want to take a bit of time before we have a child.¨
¨Can he have my name?¨ Kiyoomi asked, receiving looks from everyone except Keiji, who laughed. ¨Ah! You beat me to it, Kiyoomi!¨ Komori cursed, kicking his legs slightly in a childish manner. ¨That's not fair, you shameless hog! You asked immediately when he finished his sentence!¨ Suna pointed at him accusingly, a scowl set on his face.
¨I´ve actually heard from Osamu that Atsumu had wanted kids before.¨ Suna commented right after relaxing back into the masseuse's hands. Kiyoomi winced as he looked down at his wine, wondering, oh, how pretty the color of the wine was. ¨Seriously? With that person he said he went on a date with?¨ Komori asked, voice vibrating.
¨No, no, they haven't talked ever since the week after they went out. I think it was a girl with curly hair. Don´t know, but they didn't work out, he cut her off too quickly. Remember when he called us and we saw that bruise on his cheek? Slapped him for liking someone else.¨ ¨Seriously?¨ Komori gasped, Suna nodding slightly in affirmation.
¨Wait guys-¨ Keiji tried to cut in, but Suna kept on going. ¨I asked Atsumu, but all he said was that she freaked out on him and was basically crazy since she scratched him and kept on hitting him like a maniac. He and Osamu were together hanging out and she just showed up to the door and pounced on him. Immediately, Osamu pried her off and called the police and she was just accusing Atsumu of being a cheater. I know Atsumu´s a jackass but he's never cheated on anyone before. Hell, she was the only one he went out with ever since-¨
¨Me?¨
Suna and Komori looked at Kiyoomi as if they just realized he was still there, horrified looks on their faces except for Keiji, who looked sympathetic and irritated that they cut him off before he could fully warn them not to say anymore. Suna sat straight up, scaring the masseuse slightly, eyes wide and not like his usual calm expression, instead his cheeks were flushed and Kiyoomi felt like crawling in a hole and never coming out.
¨Kiyo, I am so so sorry. I didn´t realize- i forgot that- it was stupid of me to say.¨ Kiyoomi held a hand up, cutting rintarou off from saying anymore. ¨It's alright, don't let me stop you from saying anymore. Besides, who am I to care about that type of stuff? I'm not dating him anymore. I'm over it anyways.¨
He removed his feet from the water, putting his wine glass on the small table beside him and then rubbing a dry towel over his feet as he spoke up. ¨I´m going to take a breather, i´ll be right back.¨ Three pairs of eyes watched as he put on his slippers and stood up. Keiji smiled tightly, ¨Kiyoomi, they didn't mean any harm.¨ Kiyoomi nodded curtly.
¨I know, it's honestly fine. Keep on talking, i´ll be back in five minutes.¨ ¨Kiyo-¨ Kiyoomi clicked the door shut.
Kiyoomi breathed out slowly. Great. Thank you Kiyoomi, for making everything about yourself again. This was Keiji´s day, not your day. He was in charge of this whole thing for Akaashi since he seemed the most ´responsible´ as he phrased it.
Him and Atsumu weren't great but it was better than before, they could hold a small conversation before it got awkward. A year ago he was doing great forgetting him, but then Ushijima just really had to cheat on him and not break things off with him like any normal person would do.
Kiyoomi sobbed, hands covering his face as wakatoshi tried soothing him, the said man´s phone on their couch. ¨I am incredibly sorry you had to find out this way, Kiyoomi. It just happened so fast when he messaged me all of a sudden and things just happened-¨ ¨Get. Out.¨ Kiyoomi growled slowly, hands slowly clenching.
¨Kiyoomi i-¨ ¨ I said, Get out Wakatoshi!¨ he screamed, shoving Ushijima off of him, who stumbled slightly and stepped back. Kiyoomi used his height as an advantage to loom over him, tears burning his cheeks as he scowled. ¨I want you to get your shit and never show your face to me again, you liar! How dare you do this to me? When all i have ever done is put my all into this relationship and give you all of my love- only for you to sneak behind my back and date an old teammate?!¨
Kiyoomi faltered, his anger dissipating and feeling more mournful than anything else. ¨ Am I not enough? What did I do wrong?¨ Ushijima sighed, looking down before refocusing back to Kiyoomi´s face, not looking even a bit regretful. ¨Nothing. You just weren't him.¨
Kiyoomi soon realized he had been pacing around the hall stupidly after he looked at his reflection from a mirror hung on the wall, God, this was just not his day, was it? Sakusa turned around, smiling. Not because he was happy, but because he was feeling pretty crazy right now.
Crazy enough that he barged into their huge room and smirked at their shocked faces.
¨Get ready, losers. We're going to get crazy tonight.¨ Wide eyes stared back at him, and the soon to be married man spoke soon after a few seconds to pick up on what he said.
¨Huh?¨
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¨A….club?¨ Kiyoomi hummed in response, tugging on a dark velvet dress shirt and buttoning it up before tucking them in his pants. ¨Kiyoomi-san, what is going on. Who are you and what have you done to the real Kiyoomi.¨ Akaashi´s voice was tainted with suspicion, and it wasn´t until Kiyoomi scowled at him that he dropped a bit of his suspicion.
¨I´ve been a total buzzkill and I don't want to ruin your bachelor party.¨ before Akaashi could protest, Kiyoomi continued. ¨And I hate returning favors, so today, you are having an amazing last day as a free man on a night out or so help me. I will drag you out against your will if you don't hurry quickly.¨ Keiji sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
¨You really don't have to do this. It's fun being with you guys, it's enough for me.¨ Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. ¨Oh yeah? Akaashi. You are a loyal man. But let me explain to you. This is your last day of freedom. Tomorrow, we´re going off to Florida to prepare you for your wedding that will lock you into a long long long relationship with Bokuto Koutarou. This is your last night of freedom, without Koutarou. Am i making myself clear? The last. Night. Of. Freedom.¨
Akaashi´s nose crinkled slightly before grinning. ¨I´ll be ready in less than five minutes.” When they were all ready to go, Kiyoomi felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around, seeing Komori´s and Suna´s guilty expression. ¨Hey, uhm, Kiyo..we are so sorry about earlier..¨ ¨Yeah, we really meant nothing by it. To us, it was just gossip..¨ Kiyoomi placed a hand on each of their shoulders, expressionless.
¨It's fine. Like i said, I don't care who goes out with who, we were all friends before anything happened. So, we're going to get crazy tonight. No doubt about it.¨ Suna and Komori smiled, grinning goofily like fools but Kiyoomi was at least glad they were happy enough to accept he was fine.
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¨I´m still feeling a bit weird that our precious Kiyoomi wanted to go out.¨ Nana pointed out as Kiyoomi helped her out of the car by holding her hand. ¨same here.¨ Komori smiled at him mischievously, laughing as Sakusa started trying to kick him away. ¨Yeah, sure, but i gotta say. We all look super hot.¨ Suna sang out.
And they did. Suna was wearing a black dress shirt with white ripped jeans fitting his behind well. Komori wore a maroon dress shirt with black dress pants. Kenya and Nana wore dresses, Kenya with a slit on the side and Nana wore a dress that hugged every part of her body.
Kiyoomi of course, wore a Dark velvet dress shirt, black dress pants that hugged his behind snugly and some dark brown dress shoes. He decided to wear an expensive watch and a mask (Because people are nasty.)
But in his opinion, Akaashi took the whole cake. He only got ready for 3 minutes and he looked absolutely breathtaking. He was wearing the same as Kiyoomi but a dark blue color shirt. KIyoomi whistled at Keiji, wagging his eyebrows. ¨Keiji~ You're going to get everyone to fawn over you. We need to get you a bodyguard. ¨
Keiji rolled his eyes but only shrugged. ¨I won't go as far as kiss anybody of course, but i will drink like crazy because, like you said, it's my last night of freedom.¨ ¨Oh ho ho? Is that Keiji I see?¨ The said man turned around and once he saw who it was, he had an exasperated look plastered on his face.
¨You´ve got to be kidding me.¨ Kiyoomi followed his line of sight and saw Kuroo hanging out with Osamu. Sakusa groaned, and pressed his hands together, apologizing to Akaashi. ¨Sorry, I didn't know they were going to come here. We can go somewhere else-¨ Keiji cut him off with a shake of his head.
¨No, it's fine. Koutarou being here will help if guys start fawning over me like you´re so concerned about. Let's go in and have fun.¨ Keiji faced Kuroo again. ¨Where´s Koutarou?¨ ¨Inside with Kenma and Atsumu. Be careful though, Kato and Atsumu had been at each other's throats almost the entire time.¨
Kiyoomi threw a look at Osamu, who raised his hands in a surrendered manner. ¨Hey, don´t look at me! They're both crazy and yer´ brother is scary.¨ ¨You could at least be there and make sure they both don´t do something stupid.¨ He spat out, receiving a shrug from Osamu. ¨Last time I saw them, Bokuto-kun yelled at them, so I think they´re under control.¨ Osamu looked at Kuroo.
¨Actually, we should head in. I bet Bokkun´s gettin´ wild.¨ Kuroo frowned. ¨Yeahhhhh.¨
Kiyoomi huffed and held Keiji´s hand, leading him in first and suddenly, he felt as if being in a club wouldn't be so bad after all. It was huge and neat, and then the thought came to him, is this actually a club?
¨Sir, i´m going to need you to step back.¨ A huge man got in front of Kiyoomi, who felt at least a bit relieved that this was a club but intimidated that a guy was bigger than him. ¨Look, money isn't an issue and we can just pay to be insi-¨ ¨Nope. Reservation only.¨ Kiyoomi exchanged a look with Akaashi, who returned it unhappily.
That didn't sit well with him, this was Keiji´s bachelor party, there was no way he was going to let this ruin his night. Kiyoomi turned back to the guy, a scowl set on his face. ¨Look pal, this is my friend's bachelor party-¨ ¨Congratulations.¨ ¨Thanks-¨ ¨Whatever. Just accept my money, name the price-¨ Kiyoomi snapped, taking out his wallet until a hand stopped him.
¨No need. Heya big fella, they´re with me.¨ Kiyoomi looked up to see Atsumu´s devilish grin on his face, skin shining against the lights due to his sweat. Kiyoomi suppressed his need to gulp, how could a human being be so hot and gorgeous at the same time. His eyes widened a bit when he realized Atsumu was actually touching him.
¨Oh, i didn't realize. Come on in then, is that everyone?¨ ¨Yeah, that I know of.¨ they all made their way fully in, his sisters went off to find Kato while Suna and Komori and Akaashi followed Kuroo and Osamu to where Koutarou and the rest were.
Kiyoomi bumped his shoulder against Atsumu´s after he tugged down his mask to give him a small smile, gaining his attention. ¨Thanks.¨ Atsumu smiled tightly at him. ¨No problem. I figured maybe he needed the swooning of someone good looking.¨ Kiyoomi raised an unimpressed eyebrow, frowning.
¨So it wasn´t enough for me to swoon him?¨ Atsumu dropped his smile, staring deeply into Kiyoomi´s eyes. ¨Never said that. Yer´ an eyeful when yer´ dressed normally but tonight yer´ breath takin´¨ Kiyoomi didn't expect that, nevertheless from Atsumu. Sakusa realized that his wrist was still being held by Atsumu, so he tugged gently and that seemed to cue in Atsumu.
Atsumu finally let go with a sheepish smile on his face, ¨Sorry, force of habit.¨ Kiyoomi blinked down. ¨That we should forget about.¨ His heart beat loudly as he heard Atsumu let out a sigh, looking up to see Atsumu´s tired expression.
¨Don´t start with this, Omi-kun.¨ Kiyoomi slowly started feeling defensive at those words, grimacing. ¨I´m not starting anything. I´m just saying, maybe those habits won't do any good in the future if you find someone else.¨ Atsumu returned his grimace with a scowl, seeming annoyed at those words.
¨Ya´ really are oblivious aren't ´cha?¨ Kiyoomi squinted, feeling his blood start to heat up. ¨Who the hell is oblivious? I´m just saying the truth. You´ve already had something go on with your last girlfriend from what I've heard and it turns out you got beat because you liked someone else and-¨ ¨Who the hell told you that?¨ Atsumu demanded hotly, an enraged expression on his face.
Kiyoomi was put off by the look for a second but he regained himself rather quickly, even if he was still confused by Atsumu´s sudden burst of fury. ¨What does it matter? It still happened and I only just found out an hour ago. When i asked why there was a huge bruise on your cheek, you said it was nothing.¨ ¨Uh, yeah. Because it's none of yer´ business.¨
Kiyoomi recoils, tucking his chin into his neck- a fear response. ¨Fuck you.¨ Atsumu´s eyes widened, and he seemed to only realize what he just said because he sighed and reached for Kiyoomi´s hand to hold, a ghost whisper of an apology. Another habit that has yet to be forgotten.
Kiyoomi shifted his shoulder to the side to avoid his touch, ¨I´m sorry, Omi-kun. I didn´t mean-¨ ¨No you meant exactly what you meant. When i said that to you a year ago, you still pried and pried until i told you everything. I thought you and I were coming to better terms but, it's a different story when it comes to you, right? It's like nothing's changed. If anything, you´re the oblivious one here.¨
¨You and I are comin´ to better terms. But it always gets like this whenever ya´ say somethin´ that I know already. I don't need ya´ bitin´ at me whenever I only do a simple minor thing.¨ His tone got snappish at the end, hazel eyes seeming to hold anger and irritation.
¨Well, i only have to remind you because you still do it- God, Atsumu- You say you already know but you still do it. What am i supposed to do? Stand there and wait until you´ve come to your senses? It's been years, we have to stop this. It won't do good and we'll only get hurt. We always do when we're together.¨ ´if only i'd known that before coming here.´ Kiyoomi thought miserably.
¨We don't always have to get hurt, Omi. We´ve gotten along before and we can do it again. We were friends before all of this happened, I just want to fix us.¨ ¨Can´t you see I do too? I´ve been trying for months now but we can only go so far. We can't even talk to each other for two minutes before it gets awkward or we have a screaming match.¨ ¨That can also be fixed. Omi-kun, i promise ya´ we can fix it if we try.¨
¨Oh, sure. We can try whenever you explain to me what exactly happened between you and that girl. I've told everything that's happened to me, now itś your turn.¨ Atsumu grimaced, eyes looking down as his feet shuffled a bit, a downcast look on his face. ¨You can ask me about anythin´ else, but i´d rather not talk about her.¨
Kiyoomi crossed his arms over his chest as Atsumu finally looked at him, a now slightly determined look on his face. ¨Actually, since we´re on the topic of this. I've been thinkin´, we should talk-¨ ¨Heya! Atsu, Kiyo! Come join us!¨ Kiyoomi grunted as Sunas´s body weight slumped onto him, his nose wrinkling when the smell of alcohol attacked his nostrils.
¨Suna- are you already drunk?¨ How much time did Atsumu and him spend arguing? ¨Sorry, i tried to stop him but the guy is strong- Jesus, what now. We leave ya´ guys alone for ten minutes and yall are already fightin´?¨ Osamu demanded after getting Suna back into his arms, who giggled against the nape of his neck.
¨I´ll see you guys later. I´m going to get a drink.¨ Kiyoomi snapped, walking past them. ¨Kiyoomi.¨ Osamu called after him, ¨Let him go. He’s hopeless when he’s like that, always refuses to listen when it doesn’t benefit him. Ya hear that omi? Oh wait, yer’ still walkin’ away.¨ Kiyoomi´s anger spiked as he shoved past the crowd of people forming around him.
Music blared in his ears and then an unhappy looking Keiji appeared in front of him. He stopped. ¨Keiji-¨ ¨My man of honor doesn´t get to be unhappy at my bachelor party. Come on, you´re hot and need a good lay.¨ Kiyoomi sputtered, cheeks burning. ¨Keiji-¨ ¨Nope, look, a guy to our right is staring right at you. He looks like a snack. Here, get a quick look.¨
Kiyoomi sighed as he complied hastily, seeing that oh he was right, he was attractive. He was tan and had shaggy dyed grey hair, pointed blue piercing eyes that you could see from far away and, why was his shirt unbuttoned. Kiyoomi looked away, not his type but he´ll do. Keiji´s eyes shined mischievously, only did kiyoomi realize his cheeks were flushed and that he was drunk as well.
Sakusa huffed, he should forget about Atsumu tonight. This was for Keiji and Koutarou. This is their celebration. So he decided to obey Keiji like he always had. ¨Fine, but let´s tease him for a while.¨ They went back with the others, and he drank like crazy. If he was in the right mind, he would have cared about the looks his older brother gave him or the way Osamu tried warning him to slow down.
But he was in the wrong state of mind, so he listened to Nana telling him to loosen up, he listened to Keiji and Suna and Komori chanting ´Chug! Chug! Chug!´ and let Koutarou shove the shots down his throat as well as let Kuroo wrap an arm around his shoulders and serve each other shots.
Laughter was filled around them, and he turned around and saw that the guy was still staring at him. So he straightened up and made his way to him, chuckling at Suna´s comment of ´Get some, Kiyo!´ Kiyoomi made a full stop in front of him and bit his lip when he saw the way the guy straightened up, his muscles flexing slightly as he did so.
He definitely was drunk, but maybe that wasn't so bad. This was helping him forget, so why couldn't he forget the feeling of eyes burning the back of his head? He must´ve been staring too long because the guy smirked, perfect teeth flashing at him. ¨See something you like?¨ The accent was thick, he must be from America.
Good thing he was somewhat good at English. ¨It seemed like you saw something you liked by the way you´ve been looking at me the entire time.¨ Kiyoomi responded cooly, his English at least sounding passable. The guy looked surprised for a moment by his ability to speak English but he then went back to his teasing.
¨Ah, you´ve caught me. Though I can tell you´ve been playing hard to get now that you´ve admitted you knew I was staring.¨ Kiyoomi shrugged, an innocent look plastered his face. ¨Maybe I did, maybe i didn't.¨ The guy laughed, seeming amused by Kiyoomi´s response. ¨My name is Daniel.¨ Kiyoomi nodded. ¨Sakusa.¨
He didn't know how, but he ended up pinned against the restroom wall. Lips smashed against his as they both sucked in hot breaths, noises audible as hands roamed over each other's bodies. Kiyoomi felt overwhelmed, he felt hot and uncomfortable. He wasn't familiar with the hands roaming around on his body and he hoped it wouldn't have bothered him but it did and he wanted to stop.
He pressed a hand against the guy's chest, trying to separate himself to get some air ¨Wait-¨ he tried but he was sucked in again. Sakusa started feeling anxious when the guy ignored his grunts, a clear sign he wanted to stop. His fingers curled against his chest, trying to push him away but daniel´s built form wouldn't allow him.
Great. Why did he always go for the strong ones?
He felt lightheaded, he felt his fingers start to tingle and his eyes roll up slightly. Then he stumbled and started coughing to the side when the weight was gone, face hot as his right hand went against the wall and the left to his throat. His ears rang and when he looked up, his vision was still blurry but he could catch the sight of Atsumu punching Daniel, his muffled yelling ringing in Sakusa´s ears.
Finally, Daniel stumbled out of the restroom, leaving Atsumu alone with Kiyoomi. Once the ravenette was done panting, he straightened himself up only to glare at Atsumu. ¨I could have done that myself, thank you.¨ he knew what he was saying was a lie, but he was still irritated by the sneer Atsumu had on his face.
¨Oh yeah, i could tell by the way you were about to pass out from the guy suffocating you.¨ Kiyoomi scowled, cheeks flushed from embarrassment that Atsumu had been the one to find him like that. ¨You´re annoying, you know that?¨ he seethed, watching warily as Atsumu slowly made his way to him.
The bleached blonde crossed his arms over his chest, ¨Yer´ not a walk in the park either, you can be a smartass.¨ Kiyoomi made his way closer. ¨You can be an idiot.” Atsumu did as well. ¨You can be stingy.¨ They were close now. ¨Well, you can be arrogant.¨ Their breath tickled each other's faces.
¨You know what else ya’ are?¨ Atsumu whispered lowly, voice coming off gravelly and deep. Kiyoomi gulped, recognizing the familiar dip in his stomach that was only ever caused by Atsumu. ¨What¨ he returned, eyes lidded as he stared at Atsumu´s lips. ¨The only person i could ever talk to like this.¨ It seemed they both had the same idea, because they both met midway on the kiss.
It was angry and aggressive, more on Atsumu´s part than Kiyoomi´s, who was drunk out of his mind and couldn't tell how they went from the bathroom to the hallway. They separated for a moment and that's when Kiyoomi realized how much air he needed, but really he wasn't bothered, he just wanted Atsumu to come back immediately.
¨Hold on Omi, i-¨ Kiyoomi lunged in again, kissing him, which Atsumu returned but after a moment he separated himself again. The bleached blonde held his wrists, Kiyoomi opening his eyes to see Atsumu staring at him seriously. ¨Just how far do ya´ wanna go?¨ Kiyoomi sighed, his head spinning as he responded. ¨All the way.΅
He couldn´t register if Atsumu looked pained or annoyed, ¨Is this the real Kiyoomi speaking?¨ He was needy, he was hot, he needed to blow off steam. ¨Yes. Now hurry up.¨ ¨Wait, i´m gonna tell the others we´re headed back to the Hotel because you got a stomach bug, act sick if you can and wait for me outside.¨
Kiyoomi complied and followed Atsumu until heading for the exit. It registered to him for a moment that he and Atsumu actually kissed. His first friend, his first crush, his first boyfriend, his first ex-boyfriend and his actual first. This was a disaster. It would crash and burn.
But he couldn't bring himself to care all that much.
Not when Atsumu came back to him. Not when it was hardly registered to him that they were in a Taxi. Not when they finally made it to the share house after it seemed like forever and not when they continued making out and when they finally arrived in Atsumu´s room and stumbled in clumsily.
“Fuck.” Kiyoomi gasped when Atsumu sucked along his neck, his eyes rolled back as his fingernails dug onto his scalp. “Mm.” Atsumu moaned against his neck, his breath hot against Kiyoomi’s sensitive skin.
“I missed ya’ omi.” Atsumu whispered, but Kiyoomi only hummed in agreement, not caring at the very least what words the bleached blonde was saying.
Kiyoomi sighed as he grinded against Atsumu’s leg, taking a gasp from both of them. “Atsumu, I want-“ kiyoomi moaned as Atsumu rutted against him, feeling his bulge being attacked by Atsumu’s own.
“What do you want.” Atsumu demanded, mouth still latched over the ravenette’s neck. Kiyoomi’s face was hot, chasing his relief against Atsumu as he moaned.
“you. I want you. I need you. Please Atsumu.” He babbled, feeling his eyes sting. He whined at the loss of heat against his neck, but he then noticed Atsumu looking at him with a pinched expression.
his eyebrows furrowed with frown, eyes half opened. “What?” He asked, breath heavy. Atsumu only shook his head, cupping Kiyoomi’s face. “Nothin’, just wonderin’ if Ushiwaka has ever loved ya’ like I have..”
Kiyoomi chuckled, his nose hitting the nape of Atsumu’s neck as he drunkenly laughed. “I never let him touch me.” Atsumu stiffened under his touch. “Really.” The blonde asked, which caused Sakusa to hum in agreement.
“I felt like I wasss cheating on you, haha, but now we’re both single...and unhappy. But right now, I really really wanna ride you.” Atsumu stayed quiet for a moment before letting out a breathy laugh, pressing a kiss against Kiyoomi’s temple.
“Alright. Let me stretch you out.” They both scrambled to get on the bed, ripping off each other’s clothes and making out until Kiyoomi was on all fours while Atsumu covered his fingers with lube, then after a moment, he peered over to get Kiyoomi’s cue to go in, which the ravenette agreed to very easily. “Oooh fuuck.” Kiyoomi groaned out when Atsumu pushed in a thick finger, gasping at the heat.
“God, yer’ tight.” Atsumu mused, slowly pushing it in and out as a way to tease Kiyoomi. Sakusa bit his lip when Atsumu entered another finger, whimpering at the burning stretch. He hadn’t done this in a very long time.
“Ya’ really hadn’t had sex in a long time, have you?” Atsumu asked, kiyoomi only whining in response. A third finger, the a fourth finger along with some more teasing made Kiyoomi decide that was enough.
“enough, Atsumu. I wanna get on.” Kiyoomi panted out, turning his body around to face Atsumu. Kiyoomi watched Atsumu gulp and nod hastily, cheeks flushed. “Okay.” He rasped out, positioning himself against the headboard with pillows tucked under his waist.
Kiyoomi watched Atsumu’s dark thick cock bounce as he moved, his mouth suddenly salivating at the thought of being railed by that. “Do you want me to suck you off?” Kiyoomi asked, eyes still trained on Atsumu’s huge cock.
Atsumu smirked, cock twitching in interest as well as Kiyoomi’s own but he shook his head. “Nah, just bring a condom and lube and lather some on me.” Kiyoomi felt disappointed for a moment, because he didn’t know if he’d get the chance to suck him off ever again, but he did want to ride Atsumu, so he went up on Atsumu until he was straddling him, put a condom painfully slow to tease him and positioned himself.
They both groaned as Kiyoomi sunk down fully, Sakusa throwing his head back at the feeling of being so full. “God, yer’ so fucking tight Kiyoomi.” Atsumu grounded out, hands landing on Kiyoomi’s hips. Kiyoomi’s eyebrows furled, mouth hung open as he lifted himself up and slammed back down.
“Shit-yeah, keep going.” Atsumu encouraged. Cheeks flushed darkly with sweat beading on his forehead. Kiyoomi experimentally arched his back, seeming to give more pleasure to Atsumu, kiyoomi knowing this by the sight of Atsumu bringing his hand to his mouth, a flustered look on his face as he watched Kiyoomi.
Kiyoomi lifted his hips again and sunk down, repeating this action again and again until he finally found the perfect angle. “A-haaah~” Kiyoomi cried out in pleasure, eyes shut tight with his hands landing on the headboard.
“yeah- fuck, bounce on my cock, go on.” Atsumu growled out, his hands helping Kiyoomi up and down. Kiyoomi gasped in shock as Atsumu started thrusting harshly upwards, hitting his prostate perfectly every time. The pleasure was too much, too much.
“Ooh~ fuck yesss~ you’re so big, you fill me up so good~” Kiyoomi babbled, his saliva dripping down to his chin as Atsumu continued, his pale skin hot and flushed. Atsumu hissed as Kiyoomi sped up, eyes widening. “Shit, omi- slow down-“ he ignored him, fighting against Atsumu’s strong grip on his hips.
Kiyoomi rocked himself back and forth, panting loudly, nails digging onto the headboard with all his strength. “I-I —— —-, ——— ——...” Atsumu’s eyes grew impossibly wider, mouth hung open. He twitched inside of Kiyoomi and he came.
Spurts of come escaped Kiyoomi, his vision blanking for a moment before he finally caught the sight of droplets of water landing on Atsumu’s cheeks, confusing Sakusa for a moment before he realized those droplets of water were his tears, and that he was crying.
Tears flowed out from Kiyoomi’s eyes, sobs escaping his mouth, making Atsumu look up at him in concern. “Why did you leave me, ‘tsumu?” Sakusa asked, his voice cracking at the end.
”omi?” Atsumu panted out, chest heaving while Kiyoomi continued, hands still gripped onto the headboard. “I gave you so many chances...” kiyoomi gritted out furiously, eyes screwed shut tightly.
“do you really want to be friends with someone like me?” Kiyoomi’s soft voice asked, sniffling while his small hand held Atsumu’s. The cold winter air flowed against them, the snow blinding white as the sun shone.
Atsumu grinned, his brown hair blowing now that his beanie was now on Kiyoomi’s head, protecting his curls from getting anymore damaged. “As long as I’m here, you won’t feel sad anymore Omi-kun!”
”you’re a damn liar, Miya..”