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“What are you doing here?” Kiyoomi asked in what Atsumu assumed was his puppy voice.
“It’s a puppy café,” Atsumu explained, startling Kiyoomi who looked at him as if he had just realized there was another human being there. His cheeks turned red. “Every pup here’s up for adoption except for that one actually, that’s my boy.” He smiled, leaning over the counter to look at Satsu who was now showing the new customer his belly.
“Oh,” Kiyoomi said, clearing his throat. “Nice.” His hair was still dripping onto his face.
Or: the one where Atsumu works at a puppy café. (written for the hq café bigbang!)
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There’s the loud shriek of tires braking on pavement, the rumbling of an engine, and he only manages to pry an eye open after a few moments pass, and he hasn’t been turned into roadkill. The hood of the car sits an inch away from the flimsy metal barrier where they stand. Kiyoomi’s heart is hammering in his chest, all the while the crowd roars around him. Rin is smiling at him, tugging his limp hand in the air, cheering like they didn’t almost die.
After a moment, the door swings open, and Kiyoomi watches as a pair of black high-top Vans emerges. Tan, toned legs, baggy shorts, a loose Ramones T-shirt, even tanner arms, messy blond hair, and an arrogant grin.
Hot.
That’s Kiyoomi’s first thought.
“That’s Atsumu,” Rin says, as if it’s not obvious by his wide smile.
His second thought is even more eloquent than his first.
Fuck.
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“He had moles on his forehead, okay? And curly fucking hair!” Atsumu covers his face with his hands while resisting the urge to roll around in the paint he is most definitely ruining his hoodie by lying on. “How is that even fair?”
“Okay, so he has moles.” Kageyama takes a sip of his drink and looks away from his canvas to observe the Atsumu lump on the floor in the middle of their studio. “Sho has a mole on his ass and I’ve never swooned over it."
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in which atsumu orders an americano with seven shots of espresso from a pretty barista, gets made fun of by kageyama and hinata, and definitely does NOT get emotionally attached to said barista.
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"Miya," Kiyoomi said breathlessly.
"Yes?" It was nothing more than a whisper from Miya.
"We shouldn't do this."
A heartbeat of silence. Then Kiyoomi heard the setter exhale. "Why did ya answer the phone then? Nobody forces ya to do it, Omi."Kiyoomi was looking for an excuse, something in his mind that could justify why he had answered Miya's call in the middle of the night while lying next to Wakatoshi in bed. But there was nothing. Silence, only the breathing of the two men could be heard.
"I thought so, Kiyoomi," Miya replied.
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Or: While Kiyoomi lays next to his Wakatoshi in bed, Atsumu texts him, asking if Wakatoshi satysfies him like he would do.
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The mystery athlete gives Kiyoomi a once over in the mirror. “Yer pretty tall,” he observes. The twang of an accent rasps low in his throat. His brazen eyes drift to Kiyoomi’s legs, and something like exhilaration glints gold in his gaze. “Good quads, too. Ya ever played volleyball?”
Ah. So it’s volleyball.“I’m a dancer. Ballet and contemporary, mostly.”
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23 Nov 2025
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THE SIMPLE CANT BE GRAND UNLESS THE GRAND CAN BE SIMPLE.