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“Are you sure Atsumu is the right person for you?”
Atsumu’s eyes widened. He didn’t mean to eavesdropping. He really didn’t. Today the Adlers had come for training games and Atsumu had seen Ushijima asking Kiyoomi if they could talk privately and Atsumu had only been curious.
He knows it’s wrong but Ushijima and Kiyoomi had dated for five years before breaking up a year and a half ago without any explanation.
Atsumu was simply, insecure.
He had asked Kiyoomi the reason for their breakup so Atsumu couldn’t repeat the same mistake. After all, if perfect Ushijima hadn’t been enough, then loud Atsumu needed to be careful.
Atsumu knew their relationship was fresh, they only started dating six months ago and the setter was over the moon. He fell in love with Kiyoomi back in High school during their first inter-high competition game.
That day, he had fallen in love with Kiyoomi’s dark eyes and curls, his sliver tongue, his talent, and his humor.
Atsumu knows that one day Kiyoomi will wake up and realize Atsumu has wasted his time and go back to perfect, genius, and quiet Ushijima.
He just didn’t think Ushijima would come himself even if he understood. He would too fight the world to stay by Kiyoomi’s side just one minute more.
Kiyoomi had brought Ushijima to a meeting room and Atsumu simply passed by and recognized his boyfriend’s voice and got curious.
“What do you mean?”
“Kiyoomi, do you actually think Atsumu is good enough for you?”
Asumu clenched his fists hearing Ushijima’s words. He wanted to throw up and felt tears pickling in his eyes.
“How can you say that?”
“I’m simply worried about you. Even if we aren’t together anymore, I still wish for you to find happiness and I’m not sure Atsumu is the right person for you. He’s simply too much. Too different of you or me. He’s your opposite and I don’t understand why would you want to date him.”
Atsumu sat against the wall. So that’s what his national team’s captain thought of him.
He knew he was too much. He talked too much and laughed too much. Too loudly too. Atsumu wasn’t quiet and had never been a quiet kid. He spends his whole life being compared to Osamu. Perfect, quiet Osamu. When Atsumu laughed, everyone on the floor could hear him. When he talked, people in the hallway could easily listen.
Atsumu was simply too much.
He tried to change. He really did but every time he came back to his old self. In middle school, he tried not to talk for a week and when he started talking again, his classmates complained of the missing silence. He tried to change his laugh too but every time his real laugh came back. He tried to change, to be better but he couldn’t. Atsumu couldn’t change. Atsumu was loud and too much.
And thanks to Ushijima, Kiyoomi will realize it now.
When Kiyoomi confessed his feelings on the first day of Spring, Atsumu couldn’t believe it. He loved his teammate for years and was confident but mind you he also had pride and ego, there was no way he would confess his feelings first and get his heart broken because let’s face it Sakusa Fucking Kiyoomi could never in million years love him back so yeah Atsumu would spend the rest of his life crying and mopping at his brother pinning over his charming prince and love of his life.
So yeah when Kiyoomi confessed, saying that Atsumu was surprised is the understatement of the century. He remembers asking five times Kiyoomi if he was serious and if he liked him for his personality and Atsumu still remembers Kiyoomi's soft smile and answer. “ Unfortunately .”
They only spent six months together. Six months where Sakusa and Miya became Kiyoomi and Atsumu and now Omi and Atsu. Six months of shared kisses and holding hands. Six months of promises. Six months of pure happiness and love. A month that made Atsumu think he was the happiest man alive.
And now, thanks to perfect Ushijima, those six months were over.
“We aren’t opposite. we are-” Atsumu imagined Kiyoomi's small soft smile even if he couldn’t see him, “complementary.”
“What do you mean?”
“I like orange but I don’t like the smell getting on my fingers or the peel that stays under my nails and every time Atsu peel them for me. I don’t even have to ask, he just does. Every morning, he grabbed an orange and peeled it for me while he talked about what he wanted to eat for lunch or the dream he had. He knows I have cold feet and when we’re in a hotel he always asks for a hot water bag to warm it. He always carries masks for me.”
“I did too and you don’t like orange.”
Kiyoomi sighed. “I do, and no, you never carried masks for me. You reminded me to take one or put one on, but you never had one on you for me. I know what you’re going to say. It’s the first six months, and Atsu is going to stop making things for me like you did, but the difference is that Atsu loves me.”
“You tell me I didn’t? You think I could spend five years with you without loving you?”
“I think you spent five years with me because loving me reminded you of someone else.”
Atsumu felt he should leave. The silence was deafening and if Omi found him, he would be mad or, worse, disappointed. He stood up and started to walk away when he heard Omi’s voice again.
“You’re worried for me, I understand but please Wakatoshi, don’t. Atsu makes me happy, and laugh, and doesn’t make me cry. And please Wakatoshi, I care for you too so please call Tendou and be happy.” Atsumu quickly left as he heard Omi’s footsteps coming closer to the door.
Atsumu walked down the different hallway and entered the locker room. He found Hinata and Bokuto talking about his future date with his husband Keiji. Atsumu started changing and went to the shower. He heard Kiyoomi enter and ask. “Where is Atsu?” which Barnes responded, “In the shower Omi.”
Atsumu turned on the shower and didn’t Omi’s answer. He took his time under the shower, not wanting to rush and appreciate the hot water against his body but also trying to avoid Omi. He didn’t know if he could try to act as if he hadn’t heard his and Ushijima’s conversation.
Sometimes Omi waited for him, sometimes not. Their relationship was only six months old and Kiyoomi still liked to spend time alone in his apartment, not that Atsumu minded. The setter thought that if they didn’t spend a lot of time together, then Kiyoomi wouldn’t get sick of him too quickly.
Atsumu didn’t know how long he stayed in the shower, but his skin started to turn pink and sometimes red, and everyone told him goodbye.
He turned off the water and grabbed a towel. He wiped himself and tied the towel around his waist. He walked back to his locker wiping his hair with a second towel and stopped on his track.
“Omi?”
Kiyoomi was sitting on a bench on his phone and looked above it meeting Atsumu’s eyes. “I thought you were trying to drown yourself.”
Atsumu snorted. “I didn’t know I could drown myself standin’. Ya didn’t hafta wait for me, Omi.”
“I wanted to.”
Atsumu nodded. “Thankya.” he changed and glanced at Kiyoomi. The spiker went back on his phone and Atsumu wondered if he was texting Ushijima.
Maybe after he left, Kiyoomi realized Ushijima was right and should indeed dump loud, bothersome Atsumu.
He closed his locker’s door and Kiyoomi stood up. “I thought- I mean, would you like to go on a date?”
Atsumu raised an eyebrow, “We’re already datin’ Omi.”
Kiyoomi blushed. “I know but I thought, you said this morning when you peeled my orange you wanted to try the new Thai restaurant. I checked and booked a table for tonight.”
Atsumu felt his face reddened. “Oh, yeah I would like ta but yer sure? I know ya prefer to go home and cuddle after training.”
“I do” smiled Kiyoomi, “but it’s been a week since our last date and I thought an improvised one could be okay.”
Atsumu bit his bottom lip. Every time they went on a date, Atsumu planned from greeting to goodbye. Their dates had to be perfect, Kiyoomi deserved the whole world and Atsumu will damn try to give it to him.
“Wouldja mind if we pass home first, I need to change my clothes.”
Kiyoomi frowned, “Why? Your clothes are fine.”
He was wearing his black hoodie with sweatpants, which were not clothes worthy enough to go on a date with Kiyoomi. Atsumu always made sure his clothes were classy enough, pretty enough every time he had a date with Kiyoomi. He even bought a fucking suit after they started dating and Kiyoomi invited him to an upper gastronomic restaurant.
For five years Atsumu saw pictures of Kiyoomi and Ushijima’s dates in People magazine, and every time Ushijima wore tailor-made suits something that was way too expensive for Atsumu.
“Atsu? If you don’t want to go on a date with me tonight I can cancel-”
“No!” Atsumu quickly screamed in the empty locker room making Kiyoomi widen his eyes. “I mean if ya say my clothes are fine then it’s fine, ya don’t need to cancel everything, Omi.”
Atsumu winced. Shit, Omi didn’t like the nickname and Atsumu just loved teasing him and after they started dating Omi never complained about it again but maybe Atsumu should stop calling him like that.
Atsumu would gladly start calling Omi Sakusa if it meant he could still have the privilege of dating him.
But Omi didn’t seem to mind. He smiled, “Okay then we can go if you’re ready.”
Atsumu nodded and they left the locker room together. They walked down the different hallway and Atsumu could feel Kiyoomi’s beautiful eyes on him. They leave the MBSY gym complex and Atsumu feels something brushing his hand. Shit. Did he by accident brush Kiyoomi’s hand? Kiyoomi wasn’t comfortable with holding Atsumu’s hand and only did it in the privacy of one of their apartment. Atsumu always thought it was because he simply didn’t like it or because of the germs but now Atsumu can’t help but think it was simply because Kiyoomi didn’t want to be seen holding Atsumu’s hand.
Who would want to be seen holding Atsumu’s hand?
Atsumu shoves his hands on his sweatpants pockets not wanting to repeat the same mistake.
“Atsu?”
The blond setter hummed and glanced at Kiyoomi. Maybe his boyfriend was calling him out and wanted to apologize after all Atsumu’s previous boyfriend made him apologize for less.
“Sorry, Omi.”
Kiyoomi doesn’t respond and pinchs his lips into a thin line. For the rest of the journey, Atsumu doesn’t speak and neither does Kiyoomi. The setter wants to talk through it. He wants to talk about the last movie they saw together and how much the dialogues were shit or the CGI was bad. He wants to ask what Kiyoomi is going to eat and if like during their previous date, they can share their meal.
During their first date, Kiyoomi explained how much Atsumu’s food looked better on his plate than his own. They grew the habit of picking each other's plates, and Atsumu thought Kiyoomi liked it, but maybe not.
When they arrived at the restaurant, the waiter looked down at Atsumu. The setter felt uncomfortable, and his skin crawled. He knew he should have gone back home and changed into something prettier or classier than a hoodie and sweatpants. Kiyoomi spoke softly to the waiter, “A table under Sakusa's name.” The waiter immediately smiled, and his attitude changed as soon as Kiyoomi spoke.
“Of course gentlemen.”
On his way to their table, the waiter only spoke to Kiyoomi and did not acknowledge Atsumu for a second. The blond setter felt a wave of shame growing in him.
“Thank you.” Kiyoomi sat and smiled at Atsumu. “Do you like it?”
Atsumu nodded. “Yeah it’s great.” he accepted the menu from the waiter.
The waiter snorted as he gave Kiyoomi the second menu. “Our restaurant is more than great , it’s excellent.” and promptly left them to go back to the welcoming area.
Atsumu bit his inner cheek. He couldn’t let an asshole prick waiter ruin his date. Atsumu read the menu and he doesn’t feel hungry. Usually after training, Atsumu was so hungry he could eat a horse but right now only felt ash in his mouth and his stomach was twisted.
During their first national training, Ushijima had asked Atsumu if he wasn’t worried about getting fat because of the amount of food he was eating.
Atsumu always ate at least two dishes after training, he burnt so much energy he needed to gain it back and the food was simply so good.
The waiter came back holding a pocketbook and a pen. “Did you decide Mister Sakusa?”
Kiyoomi hummed. “I’ll take Tom Yum and you Atsu?” he looked up from the menu and smiled at him.
Atsumu looked back at the menu and spoke. “Green papaya salad please.” Then he closed his menu and handed it to the waiter.
Kiyoomi slightly frowned. “Are you sure? You’re not hungry? You told me you wanted to try the larb and isan sausage.”
The waiter which Atsumu decided to call Ryota in his head because the asshole had the same stupid face as Ryota the middle school student that made Atsumu’s life hell simply because he didn’t like him snorted. “Maybe it’s best if your partner only took a salad Mister Sakusa.”
Atsumu looked down at his knees and clenched his fists so hard his knuckles went white as Kiyoomi glared at the waiter. “I’m going to take larb and isan sausage too.”
Ryota bowed. “If you wish Mister Sakusa,” and went back to the kitchen.
“Are you alright Atsu?”
“I’m fine Omi.”
“This waiter is an idiot. I’ll talk to the manager when we leave.”
“Ya don’t hafta to Omi. It’s fine.”
The last thing Atsumu wanted was to cause a scandal and be on the People magazine’s first page with the title “Miya trouble Sakusa’s night again!”
Ryota arrived with the four plates, he put the green papaya salad in front of Atsumu and the three other plates in front of Kiyoomi. He bowed, “I wish you a wonderful Mister Sakusa, do you want red wine to accompany your dishes?”
“No, my partner and I want water,” responded Kiyoomi without looking at Ryota while he put the larb and isan sausage in front of Atsumu. “Do you have everything you want my beloved?”
It was stupid. It was a simple pet name and yet every time Kiyoomi called him beloved it set Atsmu’s body on fire.
“Yeah, I’m fine Omi thankya.”
Kiyoomi smiled and started to eat his tom yum as Atsumu started to and began with the salad. He was halfway through it when Kiyoomi hummed.
“I thought we could adopt a goldfish.”
“Hah?” Atsumu widened his eyes as he swallowed his bites. “Whadja mean ya want to adopt a goldfish?”
Kiyoomi’s cheeks darken. “Last night you fell asleep first and I continued reading my book. I was petting your hair as I advanced in my chapter and you started to talk in your sleep about your goldfish when you were a child. I looked up and this a noble animal and we could easily take care of a fish and ask Osmu or Motoya to feed him when we have away game.”
“Oh, yeah Samu won one during a festival but it died a week later. I didn’t think ya would hafta liked to have an animal but yeah we can get a goldfish.”
“Well, I prefer cats personally.”
“Ya what?”
“Cats are obviously superior to dogs and they have good hygiene and take care of their own need.”
“Holy shit Omi yer a cat person how didja not knew that?”
Kiyoomi looked away. “Wakatoshi is allergic to cats just like my mother so I never got one.”
Atsumu smiled. “Me ‘n Samu used to feed stray cats on our way back from school so dontcha worry Omi I would love to have a cat.”
Kiyoomi’s face lit up like a Christmas tree on December 24th; take that stupid Ushijima.
Atsumu finished his green papaya salad in silence and could feel Kiyoomi glancing at him. He wanted to talk so badly, asking Kiyomi for name ideas for their cat or what cat breed he wanted, but he needed to calm down. He couldn’t scare Kiyoomi and make him regret talking about wanting a cat, so he had to calm his excitement.
He picked up the larb dish plate and put it on the empty one. Atsumu started to eat when Kiyoomi hummed again.
“Do you want a bite?” He was holding between his chopstick a piece of pork with his hand under.
Atsumu nodded and Kiyoomi advanced the two chopsticks toward his mouth. Atsumu opened it and Kiyoomi delicately placed the piece of pork on Atsumu’s tongue. The blond setter started to chew.
“It’s really good, ya want to piece of mine? I don’t know if yer going to like it’s spicy.”
Kiyoomi nodded while smiling, once he took a bite he hummed, “Thank you and you’re right, it’s a little too spicy for me but it’s perfect for you. Can I have a piece of the isan sausage in exchange for a piece of chicken?”
They spend the rest of their date exchanging food and every time Kiyoomi tries to start a conversation but Atsumu only gives small answers.
He knew everyone hated it when he talked too long, so every time Atsumu wanted to happily have Barnes wear the same socks during yesterday’s training and today and couldn’t be the most hygienic guy beside Omi on the team, or what Bokkun planned for his date with his husband Keiji, or how Hinata and Inunaki planned to prank the Coach, he stayed silent and drugged his nails into his palms.
Once they were done, Ryota came back with his pocketbook in hand, “Do you wish a dessert Mister Sakusa?”
Instead of responding, Kiyoomi only looked at Atsumu. “Do you want something?”
But before Atsumu could answer, Ryota the stupid waiter snorted, “I think your partner already ate enough Mister Sakusa also I don’t think someone with so little taste in clothing, can appreciate our dishes at their true value.” and chuckled.
Atsumu felt his face burn with humiliation. His hands were resting on the table and Kiyoomi grabbed it but instead of accepting his boyfriend’s comfort, Atsumu felt his hand burn and flinched. He put his hands on his lap and refused to meet Kiyoomi’s eyes.
“That’s enough.” Kiyoomi stood up and looked down at the waiter. “I will not spend one more minute in your restaurant and will call your director tomorrow. We’re leaving Atsumu.”
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit, fuck !
He ruined everything again . Kiyoomi was furious and the waiter kept apologizing to him but Omi only looked at Atsumu. The spiker put his coat back on his shoulder and Atsumu stood up following his boyfriend. They left the restaurant with the waiter’s apologies.
“I thought ya would wanta speak to the manager now.” Shit. His voice was so small that Atsumu didn’t even know if Kiyoomi heard him but he must have since he coldly responded.
“I have something more urgent to do.”
Atsumu winced. He screwed up again.
How did he manage to screw up everything good in his life?
He was so tired.
They walked toward the bus shelter and waited five minutes until it arrived. Five minutes in complete silence. Atsumu was sitting on a bench while Kiyoomi stood up looking at the road hoping to see a bus arriving sooner than the time displayed on the traffic app.
When the bus arrived Atsumu followed Kiyoomi and sat at the end of the bus close to the second door. Thankfully the bus was nearly empty and no one recognized them.
Fifteen minutes later they arrived at the MBSY apartment complex. They directly went to the stairs without passing by the communal kitchen where they could hear Hinata probably on the phone talking to Kageyama and Inunaki gossiping with Barnes.
Kiyoomi entered his apartment and Atsumu closed the door. He took off his shoes and put on his slippers before entering the living room.
“Go sit on the couch, I’m going to prepare tea.”
Atsumu nodded. So this is it. He was going to be heartbroken after having lived the best six months of his life.
Fucking shit.
He couldn’t blame Omi, not really, of course, the spiker deserved better than him.
He sat on the couch and crossed his legs. He started to play with his sweatpants’s hem when Omi came back with two cups of tea. Omi sat in front of him and took a sip of his tea while Atsumu left his cup untouched on the dining table.
“You were awfully quiet tonight.”
Atsumu hummed. He didn’t know how to resolve the situation, how not to make Omi dump him.
“Sorry, Omi.”
Kiyoomi put his cup of tea on the dining table and showed his hands. Slowly Atsumu took them.
“I don’t want your apology Atsu, I just want to know if you’re okay.” He brushed the setter's blond hair and put a lock behind Atsumu’s ear. “How much did you hear about my conversation with Wakatoshi?”
Atsumu closed his eyes so hard he saw stars. Omi knew. Of fucking course he knew.
“Ya knew.”
“I could smell your cologne in the hallway and you kept glaring at him every time he was close to me.”
“I’m so sorry Omi, I swear I trust ya I don’t know why I did it, I’m just an idiot-”
“I’m not mad Atsu, I understand. I trust you with my whole heart but if your ex of five years asked to talk to you alone I would too panic. What I want to know is how much you heard.”
Atsumu bit his bottom lip. He started playing with Omi’s fingers and he’s glad the spiker let him. “I heard Ushijima asking if ya if sure I’m the right person fer ya.”
Kiyoomi nodded. “Okay, did you hear my answer?”
“I heard ya saying abouta me peeling oranges and carrying mask fer ya.”
“And?”
“It’s just.” Atsmu looked away and felt tears pickling his eyes. “What if he’s right? We’re too opposite, I’m too loud, too much, ‘n not classy enough I mean I literally shamed you tonight.”
Kiyoomi frowned and clenched Atsmu’s fingers. “What are you talking about? What do you mean you shamed me?”
“Come on Omi I mean, look at me.” Atsumu chuckled without a glimpse of joy in it.
Kiyoomi looked at him and blinked. “I did, I looked at you all night and you’re perfect.”
“Omi-”
He cupped his face. “Atsu, you’re perfect. You’re loud and I love it. When you talk I can hear you at the opposite of the apartment, when I come back from the grocery I can hear your laugh in the hallway. Wakatoshi was calm and quiet and I spent my childhood living in a big quiet house. Atsu, our small loud apartment is the home I never have before. You’re caring and sweet and gosh Atsu I love you.” Kiyoomi captured his lips. Their kiss was full of love and Kiyoomi hoped Atsumu could feel all the love he had for him. They parted and Kiyoomi rested his forehead against Atsumu’s. “He’s not you and you’re not him. You’re perfect Atsu and I only want you.”
Kiyoomi hugged and Atsumu smiled against his shoulder. He returned back the hug and wrapped his arms around Kiyoomi’s torso. “Thank ya Omi.”
They spend the next five minutes or maybe an hour neither of them knows in the other’s arms in silence simply enjoying their partner's presence.
Then slowly Atsumu started leaving kisses on Kiyoomi’s jaw. “Omi?” he continued as his boyfriend hummed. “I headya sayin’ Ushijima only loved you because you reminded him of somebody else, whatdja meant?”
“Oh, you want the tea?”
Atsumu raised his head to look at his boyfriend so fast he heard his neck crack. “Hah?”
Kiyoomi’s cheek darkens. “I heard you say that to Bokuto when he told you Kuroo finally asked Kenma on a date.”
Atsumu snorted. “Yeah, I want the fuckin’ tea.” and lay back down on Kiyoomi’s chest.
Kiyoomi peeted his hair as he started to speak. “Wakatoshi’s parents wanted him to have a partner after high school. Someone with influence and money. His mother specifically. She harassed him and we knew each other thanks to our parents’ galas. We thought it would be easier. He loved each other as friends, not as lovers. We never got intimate we simply acted. But then, after a year, he realized he loved Tendou, unfortunately, he already left for France and Watatoshi never dared to talk to him. Loving someone is easy but confessing is terrifying. We stayed together, it was easier and more comfortable to know someone cared and waiting for us to come home.”
“What changed?”
“You.” Kiyoomi looked at him and Atsumu only saw love in his beautiful eyes. “When I saw you again playing against the Adlers during your first year, I fell for you. For your smile, your passion, your loudness, for everything that makes you who you are. I knew I couldn’t live like that anymore. Wakatoshi refused to fight for his love, but I refused to give up mine. I refused to give you up. When we made our deal five years ago, we agreed if we ever found love the deal was off. You gave me the courage to fight for us.”
“I love ya Omi.”
“I love you too Atsu.”
They left to the bed leaving the two tea cups in the kitchen sink. They fall asleep holding each other between sloppy kisses and their hands intertwined.
The next morning when Atsumu woke up hearing his phone vibrate on his nightstand. It’s already a miracle his phone is still on since he completely forgot to plug it in the previous night too busy kissing his boyfriend. He cracked an eye and saw Kiyoomi sitting in the bed, his back resting against the bedhead with his reading glasses perched on his nose and his iPad on his knees.
Atsumu closed his eyes again and moved closer to his boyfriend to bury his face against his hip. “Whatya doing?”
“Leaving a review on the restaurant.”
Atsumu cracked an eye crack to look at it. “One star? But the food was great.”
“That’s what I wrote. I said, the food is great but unfortunately your restaurant only deserves one star and even less for your waiter’s inhospitality. His attitude toward my partner was unspeakable and I’ll never put a foot again. I demanded an apology to my partner who was nothing but perfect. ”
“Remind me ta never make ya angry Omi.”
“My review isn’t done yet.”
“‘Kay, got get him babe.” Atsumu closes his eyes again but his phone can’t stop vibrating.
“You should check your phone Atsu.”
He hummed as he grabbed his phone. Atsmu immediately frowned.
MBSY GC THE NEW CHAMPION
122 messages unread
Scrub
15 messages unread
12 unanswered calls
Samu’s problem 1
9 messages unread
4 unanswered calls
Samu’s problem 2
6 messages unread
5 unanswered calls
Inarizaki best team
98 messages unread
“Omi? Why everyone is blowin’ my phone?”
“Did you read all of your notifications?”
Then Atsumu sees it. Between all the missing calls and unread texts, he almost missed it.
Instagram: @kiyoomisakusaofficial tagged you on a picture.
Atsumu clicked on the notification and saw a picture of himself. He’s sleeping in his hoodie and his hair is all over the pillow. But there isn’t just one picture. There are twelve pictures. Atsumu is either smiling, laughing, or eating. Every time it’s during a date and every time Atsumu didn’t even know Kiyoomi had taken pictures of him.
The most shocking thing isn’t the pictures no, it’s the caption Omi wrote under the pictures.
Please wake up,
So I can tell you,
how much I love you,
how much I need you,
to live, to breathe,
how much your smile saved me,
giving me the courage and will to fight,
fight for you, fight for us,
please wake up so I can see your eyes lit
every time you talk about something you like,
please wake up so I can hear your voice
that sound like music to my ears,
please wake up so I can touch your hands
that saved me and set for me,
please wake up so I can smell your cologne
that became my new favorite smell,
please wake up so I can taste your lips
that drives me insane,
please wake up my beloved,
I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you
Atsumu blink. He read the comments and saw his brother making fun of him, he saw Bokkun crying and asking if Omi could help to do the same for his own husband, he saw fans screaming love is real and they wished someone could love them like Omi loved him.
Holy shit.
Did Omi write him a fucking poem and show it to the whole world?
“Motoya made fun of me. Suna too.”
“That’s because they fell in love with the less pretty twin unlike ya.”
“That’s what I said.”
A minute passed and Omi was still typing on his iPad and Atsumu read for the fifth time Omi’s poem.
“Are you mad?”
Atsumu tore his eyes from his phone. “Hah? How coudja be mad? Omi ya wrote a poem fer me, that’s fuckin’ sweet I love ya so much Omi!”
Kiyoomi smiled, happy by Atsumu’s answer. The blond setter was about to capture his boyfriend’s lips when at the last second Kiyoomi turned his head. “I love you but draw the line at kissing without brushing your teeth first.”
Atsumu laughed so hard he nearly fell from the bed. Brushed teeth and dozens of kisses later, the couple started preparing breakfast. Kiyoomi was making coffee when Atsumu grabbed an orange without thinking and started peeling it.
“Didja want to go see fer getting a cat?”
“Yes I would like to, I saw a shelter close to the-”
Then they heard a knock on their door. The couple looked at each other and Kiyoomi immediately opened it.
Atsumu didn’t see the intruder but could hear Omi’s aggressive whispers.
“I told you to come at eleven a.m. so why did you come at nine? I don’t-” Kiyoomi angrily sighed. “This is not the plan.”
Atsumu frowned and went closer to the door still peeling Kiyoomi’s orange. “Omi? Everythin’ alright?” then his eyes widened. “Oh, hi Ushijima.”
The spiker bowed. “Pardon my intrusion. Kiyoomi told me to come later but something came up. I want to speak with you Atsumu.”
Atsumu glanced at his boyfriend and if looks could kill, Omi would have already murdered Ushijima ten times over.
“Sure, came in Captain.”
Ushijima bowed again and entered as Kiyoomi closed the door.
“Kiyoomi told me you heard our conversation and I wanted to apologize. I care about you, you’re a good setter, polyvalent, and valuable teammate.” Ushijim paused and Kiyoomi elbowed him hard in his ribs. “You’re a good friend too.”
Atsumu raised an eyebrow with a smile. “Thankya.”
“What I want to say is I hold Kiyoomi dear to my heart and I don’t want to see him suffer.”
“Yeah, same.” Atsumu finished peeling the orange and handed it to his boyfriend and Kiyoomi started eating under Ushijima’s gaze. “I fuckin’ love Omi ‘n I care about him.”
Kiyoomi went closer to Atsumu. “I told you, I’m happy there is no need to worry about me.”
Ushijima nodded and looked back at Atsumu. “Thank you, for loving my friend.”
“Thankya fer protecting him.”
Ushijima bowed. “Thank you for forgiving me. I should go now.” he looked at Kiyoomi. “I followed your advice. I’m taking a plane for France later in the day.”
Kiyoomi smiled. “I’m glad. Good luck even if I’m sure you don’t need it. He loves you so go and be happy.”
Atsumu nodded. “If ya want ya can stay for breakfast, coffee is fresh and I can make you something.”
Ushijima bowed, “It’s really kind-” and before he could finish his sentence Kiyoomi cut him. “But Wakatoshi has to go and can’t stay for breakfast right?” and glared at the Adler’s spiker.
Ushijima looked at Kiyoomi and back at Atsumu. “Kiyoomi is right I can’t stay my apologies, perhaps another time?”
“Yeah ofa course Cap dontcha worry!”
Ushjima nodded and soon after left the apartment. Kiyoomi closed the door after their national team captain left and sighed. “I told him to come later.”
“It’s fine, dontcha worry babe also he could hafta totally stayed for breakfast.”
“No.” Kiyoomi pouted and tightly hugged his boyfriend. “Breakfast is our time. It’s the only time I don’t have to share you with the rest of the world. So no, he can’t stay.”
Atsumu chuckled and kissed his boyfriend’s pouting face. Omi was adorable. He was so lucky to have him and fuck he couldn’t wait to grow old with him.
“I love ya Omi, so much.”
“I love you too dearly Atsu.”