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On these days, it is like this. The golden sun comes streaming through the gap in the Shoji doors, which Kita had opened earlier to invite the fresh air in before returning to the warmth of an Atsumu-filled futon. The sun now gleams on equally golden shoulders, as it is Atsumu’s turn to be awake and observe a Kita who has allowed himself to surrender to the warmth and slumber once more.
Atsumu traces a finger lightly down his lover’s bare shoulder, content to see his hand over Kita’s skin. He considers the golden light and smiles, having to smother his grin by pressing it lightly into Kita’s back, wondering if high-school Atsumu could have even dreamed that he would someday find the most perfect shade of gold that he’d been chasing through his horrible dye-jobs and various trophies here in the warmth and realness of Kita Shinsuke, his beloved team captain. He shifts upwards and can’t resist fully pulling Kita into his arms, where the other man sleepily shifts and relaxes back onto his chest with a light exhale. Atsumu breathes in the fresh air like it is the finest of perfumes and sighs, grateful that years ago when the pattern of their long-distance visits was being established and Atsumu had asked Kita to stay, to come back to bed just for one morning, Kita had not shrugged him off, or presented him with a meticulously logical and technically correct argument about needing to tend to the fields, but had smiled, blushed faintly, and returned to bed, taking Atsumu in his arms.
Tomorrow, and for the remainder of Atsumu’s visit, Kita will rise with the sun and commence his daily duties with care, Atsumu following at a slightly delayed hour, but for the first morning of each time he visits, the mid-morning sun will find them here, luxuriating in the comfort of being together again. In a while, they will lounge on the porch, wearing light and comfortable clothing, sipping tea sent over by Kita’s grandmother, who they will go visit later in the day. Kita will take him by the hand and show him anything and everything new at the farm, from the progress of this year’s crop, the new family of ducklings zooming around a nearby pond, to the recently framed photo of the two of them by the door in the genkan, and the newspaper clippings about Atsumu granny saves for Kita to stick to his refrigerator door. They’ll get back from granny’s around the time the cicadas start their nightly song and spend a few more hours out on the porch, enjoying the stars and the sounds and the sighs of each other.
But for now, Atsumu presses his lips to Kita’s hair and closes his eyes lazily again, enjoying the feeling of his Sun in his arms and being grateful for mornings like this.
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On these days, it is like this. Kita wrapped around Atsumu in his too-small bed in the MSBY dorms, the sounds of Osaka waking up outside, and the faintest of snores from Bokuto coming through the eastern wall. Atsumu has a coffee pot in his room, an indulgence, which he already sleepily flicked on before snuggling back into the crook of Kita’s neck, arms around his middle while Kita’s arms encircle his shoulders, gently stroking Atsumu’s hair as he gazes lightly at the pale gossamer daylight lighting up the far wall from the window behind him.
The coffee pot starts gurgling happily, and Kita knows his favorite kinds of tea are stacked next to the electric kettle in the kitchen. Soon, they’ll get up and run to the corner combini for a few items, depending on what the Monster roommates have in their dorm refrigerator or not, and make a breakfast for the two of them, which will quickly turn into the six of them once Atsumu’s flatmates smell the delicious scents of a traditional Japanese breakfast wafting through the apartment. But before that they will share coffee-flavored kisses, Atsumu whining lightly when Kita realizes the rice is burning and pushes him away, laughing. Atsumu will chop fresh green onions that Kita brought up from the countryside yesterday, and Kita will look at the gap between his sleep shirt and his joggers that the apron ties have caused, and briefly resist touching the smooth skin there, before thinking Why Not and doing so anyway, making Atsumu shiver. It is enough that it makes him feel happy, there does not need to be any other reason. He is happy and that is enough, and he slides his arms around Atsumu’s middle and smiles into his shoulder, Atsumu turning his head back to press a kiss to the top of his head before continuing to chop.
This is how Hinata Shouyou finds them, as he quite literally bounces in saying “Kita-san! Okaeri! So glad you made it in safely last night!” The burst of orange energy is followed by a much more stoic and sleepy Kageyama Tobio, also visiting the Black Jackals residence during one of his brief breaks. Kita smiles “Good morning Shouyou-kun, Tobio-kun. Glad to see our visits align once more.” “Yes!” responds Hinata, enthusiastically. “This time it is my sworn mission to have us all go on a double date, and not let Atsumu-kun hog you to himself this whole time!” “It ain’t hogging’ him!” Atsumu shoots back. “He just prefers the delight of my company as opposed to hanging with you scrubs!” “HEY HEY HEYYYYY” Bokuto slides into the kitchen at full speed, careening into Kageyama and sending the still-sleepy-setter crashing into Hinata’s waiting arms.
As Bokuto starts eyeing the breakfast proceedings, Hinata tries to enthusiastically sell Atsumu on the idea of them all going to a theme park, Kageyama looks embarrassed but happy to be in his boyfriend’s arms as he blinks sleepily and his head begins to descend to Hinata’s shoulder, Kita is content to lean back, tea in one hand and Atsumu’s hand in the other, and be thankful that his life contains mornings like this.