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Kiyoomi has been having a good life in his university, the dorms have treated him very well and he doesn’t have a neighbor to his left so that was a win.
But that all came to a brutal stop whenever he was just exiting his dorm room, a long horrified gasp escaping from his throat when he felt a cold splash of water decorate him from front and down.
His short curls flattened against his face with his shorts and sweatshirt ruined and dark now. He wiped his eyes slowly and blinked multiple times to see that two guys that seemed around his age were staring at him with wide eyes.
“Atsumu, you gave us the wrong fucking number.”
Or: in which Atsumu and Sakusa live next to each other now but hate each other’s guts until they bond over Selena Quintanilla’s music.
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07 Jan 2026
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Atsumu stares at the tiny baby tree swimming in his toilet, and realizes three things all at once.
One, broccoli floats in water.
Two, broccoli is apparently a kind of flower.
Three, he’s going to die.
Atsumu's lungs get the bright idea to turn into a farmers market stall just because he's in love.
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04 Jan 2026
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"What do you mean we're married?!" Kiyoomi yelled, his wide eyes locked onto Atsumu's like the blond had suddenly transformed into a fire breathing dragon.
Atsumu, sitting cross-legged on the bed, winced at the volume. His head throbbing. "Well, unless I've forgotten how to read, Omi-kun, this here," he waved a crumpled piece of paper in the air, "says we got hitched last night." He glanced at the marriage certificate again, then rubbed his temples with a groan, the hangover hitting him in full force.
Kiyoomi blinked rapidly, his mind spinning as he paced the room in frantic circles. "Married? To you?!" he muttered to himself, swiping at his face in disbelief. "I get drunk one time—ONE TIME—and now the universe decides to punish me. Is this divine punishment? Have I pissed off some deity in a past life?”
Meanwhile, Atsumu couldn't help but find the situation hilarious.
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They get married in Vegas and then never get a divorce.
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03 Jan 2026
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Fourteen years old isn't much of a big deal to most people. But at fourteen, Motoya thinks he's found one, if not both of his soulmates in Inarizaki High. At fourteen, Kiyoomi meets Miya Atsumu and is left thinking of the way Atsumu had beamed at him under the fluorescent stadium lights.
There's a stinging in his chest that he desperately represses far, far down, because for all of Atsumu's grins and eyes that seem to shine, Kiyoomi knows he isn't even a star in Miya Atsumu's entire orbit.
In this world, a tattoo appears imprinted on your wrist on your 12th birthday. It would have something to do with your soulmate, like their birthday, or their initials, maybe even a little symbol that represents them. Kiyoomi has grown up with everyone looking forward to the day they turn twelve, the day they’re one step closer to finding the person meant for them.
But on Kiyoomi's 12th birthday, his wrist remains blank.
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23 Dec 2025
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Atsumu wants love. To have and to give.
Maybe it comes with the age, with the concerning grey hairs and smile lines. Maybe it comes with seeing friends and family of the similar age bracket be colored distinctly with love and all its rosiness and be all the better for it.
Maybe it simply comes from a lack thereof.Atsumu wants love, and he’s not sure if he deserves it, but he certainly doesn’t think he’ll ever have it. Not the unadulterated kind of love, not the sincere kind of love. Not the kind of love that is born from a delicate and intricate understanding of the recipient.
He can’t fathom ever having it right now, at least, not with his weary bones and droopy eyes; Chopin in his areas and immovable yearning in his soul.
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Miya Atsumu suffers from chronic insomnia. Instead of sleeping, he likes to think of all the things that he wants and will not have. Like his brother's fatty tuna onigiri, like being the best setter in the league, like having true love. But when his lack of sleep finally gets to him, he doesn't expect his neighbor, Sakusa Kiyoomi, to present him with everything he wants and maybe even more.
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21 Dec 2025