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Kiyoomi POV

“Why don’t you just say something to him?”

Kiyoomi almost dropped his coffee at the suggestion. “Are you insane?” 

He was sitting at the only coffee shop on campus with his closest friend, Akaashi, before their large Monday morning seminar class. When they were signing up for classes this semester it seemed like a good idea. Get up early on Monday and start the week out like a normal person. Like they would have to do after graduation in two years anyway. Worst decision of the semester if you ask Kiyoomi. He can’t wait for this class to be over so he could go back to sleeping in on Monday mornings. It was one of the perks you should have as a college student.

Akaashi raised a single eyebrow at him. “Did you just insult me, the man dating the love of your life’s brother, who could talk you up and help get you two together?”

“As if anything you say to Osamu would convince Atsumu to do anything. Plus,” he added after a slight pause. “He’s not the love of my life, I just have a teeny tiny crush on him.”

The crush wasn’t teeny tiny in the slightest. Kiyoomi had seen Atsumu on campus his first week here and thought he would hate the obnoxious blonde. Much to his chagrin, they ended up in the same class in their second semesters and after Atsumu pestered Kiyoomi incessantly for a couple months (if you asked Komori or Akaashi it was more like Kiyoomi denying his obvious attraction to Atsumu for a couple months and Atsumu being a saint and not giving up on him) to hang out with him, Kiyoomi caved. It was supposed to be one coffee just to get him to stop bothering him. But within ten minutes of actually talking, Kiyoomi realized there was so much more to Atsumu than the loud party-guy facade he put on. Kiyoomi found himself looking forward to seeing Atsumu again, and their friendship skyrocketed to them talking every day and having weekly movie nights. The next semester they were living together and Kiyoomi was fucked. Every single thing Atsumu did gave him more reason to fall for the man.

“Teeny tiny crush,” Akaashi mocked. “Okay.”

“You’re being a dick,” Kiyoomi said with a glare.

“Sorry sorry.” Akaashi said with a wave of his hand, clearly not sorry at all. ”Osamu kept me up all night. I’m exhausted. Need caffeine before I can remember how to be a good friend.” Akaashi brought his own coffee to his lips to take a long sip.

“Have you had enough yet? I need to complain.” Kiyoomi was whining, but he didn’t care. He wanted to mope.

Akaashi tipped his cup even further back but made a go ahead motion with his free hand.

“It sucks falling for your roommate, Akaashi. Especially when your roommate would never be interested in you. I’m always worried he’s going to catch me staring at him and be freaked out and move out. I can’t afford rent on my own.”

“Yes you can.”

Kiyoomi waved him off. “Fine. Whatever. That point’s moot but it still stands that someone like Miya Atsumu would never be interested in someone like me and I’m just that creepy guy who has a crush on his roommate.”

“Or you’re the idiot who is pining for no reason because his roommate probably likes him back.”

“You have no evidence of that.”

Akaashi rolled his eyes as he stood. “If you would just open your fucking eyes you would see how Atsumu treats you specially.”

“I’m his closest friend; of course I’m treated specially.”

“Okay. I get it. I’ll drop it,” Akaashi said with a dramatic sigh as they started their trek across campus to their class. If Kiyoomi was going to be obtuse there was nothing he could do about it. “But hey did you hear Komori is sleeping with his roommate? Not all roommate pining is hopeless.”

Kiyoomi gave his friend a horrified look. “No. What. No. Stop telling me about who my cousin is sleeping with. I don’t even know who his roommate is,” Kiyoomi said honestly. Komori had recently moved into a new apartment after a “kettle incident” that he refuses to go into detail about. Kiyoomi just hopes this new guy is smart enough to keep Komori out of the kitchen. 

“It’s—“

“Don’t care.” Kiyoomi cut him off. “Whenever Motoya wants to introduce us, that's when I’ll meet him. I’d hate for this to just be a fling and threaten him unnecessarily.”

“Aw. Do you play the role of the older brother? Sit him down for the ‘if you hurt him I’ll kill you’ talk?”

Kiyoomi nodded. “Yeah, someone needs to. Everyone in his immediate family is too kind. They’d say something along the lines of ‘be nice to Motoya or we won’t make you a christmas basket’.”

Akaashi snorted at that. “Please. Where does Komori get his evil gremlin vibes from then?”

“That is a great mystery that has yet to be solved.”

It was a long Monday. Kiyoomi decided to stay on campus and hole up in the library to work on his schoolwork after classes. He felt like he was behind (he wasn’t) so he set his phone on silent and got to work.

By the time Kiyoomi looked at his watch, it was late. Late late. Like 1AM late. He knew he could lose time studying, but he usually made it home before dinner. Sure enough, he had quite a few missed texts from Atsumu. The last one was just a string of sad emojis.

Kiyoomi started to reply before deleting the text. Atsumu slept with his sound on, refusing to use silent mode just in case someone had an emergency and needed him. Personally, Kiyoomi thought that was dumb. He wanted to be able to text Atsumu cursed memes to see when he woke up (courtesy of Komori), but instead they would wake Atsumu up and send him into Kiyoomi’s room for a horror-filled two hour long talk about how sonic the hedgehog was sent to earth to be his arch nemesis. 

Instead of replying, Kiyoomi knew he would just see Atsumu in the morning before they both left for class and could talk to him then. He could apologize for missing his texts without waking him. It really wasn’t that important. 

When Kiyoomi got to his apartment, he took care to be as quiet as possible. Being as late as it was, he knew Atsumu was probably asleep and didn’t want to wake him. He slipped his shoes and jacket off, putting them away in silence, before slinking towards his bedroom. However, when he got to the hallway, a soft light was coming from Atsumu’s room, spilling out into the hallway from the crack where Atsumu hadn’t fully shut the door, dragging Kiyoomi towards it like a moth to a flame.

He went to knock on the door, wanting to say hello now that he was home, but stopped when he saw what was going on inside Atsumu’s room. The door was cracked open only a little, but Kiyoomi could see Atsumu sitting on his bed, fisting his cock and openly whimpering. Atsumu’s head was thrown back, and a sinful moan came from Atsumu’s mouth as his thumb swiped over the head of his dick.

Kiyoomi was transfixed. He knew, somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he should just turn around, go into his own room, shut the door, and pretend like he hadn’t seen a thing. But he couldn’t. He just couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight before him. Kiyooni licked his lips and felt his own dick stir in his pants, but he wouldn’t do anything about that. At least not yet.

Atsumu’s hips moved with his hand, and he brought a finger to tease his ass.

“Omi—” Atsumu gasped out.

A brief moment of panic shot through Kiyoomi upon hearing his nickname come from Atsumu’s lips. He had been caught. Atsumu knew he was watching and—

“Kiyoomi,” Atsumu moaned again, picking his pace up.

And he hadn’t been caught. No, instead Atsumu was jerking off to the idea of him . 

Kiyoomi brought a hand to his mouth to stifle his gasp, his other hand drifting down to his own cock, now straining against his pants almost fully hard already. He silently opened his pants so he could get a hand around his cock properly and start getting off himself. He knew it was probably weird to jerk off to your roommate jerking off to the idea of you, but he didn’t care right now. His brain couldn’t focus on anything other than Atsumu, sprawled naked on his bed and thinking about him . 

Atsumu was fingering himself open now, and Kiyoomi picked up his pace to match Atsumu. He was imagining his hand was Atsumu’s, getting him ready to fuck into the blonde. Kiyoomi bit down hard on his lip, trying to not make any noise. It was great to know Atsumu was into him as well, but barging in on his roommate jerking off, his own dick in hand wasn’t exactly how he wanted to confess, so he wanted to stay quiet.

Another moan came from Atsumu and Kiyoomi wondered how he had never heard the blonde before. He was loud . And Kiyoomi liked it.

“Fuck Omi, yes, fuck, like that.” Atsumu continued to make obscene sounds as he fingered himself. 

Kiyoomi was close. He picked up his pace and played with the head of his cock the way he knew would bring him to orgasm, not wanting to get caught in the hallway, pants down to his ankles, weeping cock in hand, frantically trying to get off to the image before him before it went away. Kiyoomi came first, spilling into his hand, but Atsumu followed quickly behind him, his release shooting out over his chest, Kiyoomi’s name on his lips again.

Kiyoomi stood there for half a second before shuffling into his own room quietly. He grabbed a tissue to clean his hand with a frown. What had just happened? What had Kiyoomi just done ? He had spied on his roommate masturbating and had gotten off himself. That definitely breached privacy.

He froze in place when he heard Atsumu go into the bathroom and didn’t relax until Atsumu had made his way back to his own room, door shutting firmly with a click and all light being snuffed out.

Too scared to turn his lights on in case Atsumu saw them, Kiyoomi moved in the darkness, slipping out of his jeans and sweater into some sleep shorts and a t-shirt. He forwent his night time face washing routine, instead deciding to crawl into bed and curl up into himself. He couldn’t risk Atsumu knowing he was home. He couldn’t let Atsumu know he heard him. He watched him. He got off to him.

It took a long time for Kiyoomi to fall asleep that night, the image of Atsumu cumming burned into his retinas.

Kiyoomi woke up after about four hours of sleep. After rolling around in bed for another hour he decided to just get the fuck up and wander campus to clear his head. He threw on his laundry day hoodie and grabbed his bag for the day, not wanting to see Atsumu this morning. 

He didn’t know how to move forward. Should he say something to Atsumu? I mean…he would have to, right? Kiyoomi wasn’t sure he could look at Atsumu the same now that he knows what he sounds like moaning his name.

A blush crept across Kiyoomi’s face and he ducked his head down, trying to hide within his hoodie. There weren’t many students up and about this early, but knowing his luck someone he knew would run into him right now.

“Kiyoomi is that you?”

Speak of the fucking devil.

Kiyoomi took a steadying breath and prayed the blush was gone as he turned to face his cousin. “Hi, Motoya.”

“Why do you look so…grimy?” Komori asked, his step faltering as he took in the state of Kuyoomi in front of him. 

Kiyoomi pouted. He threw his hood down with a sigh and looked off to the side. “I had a long night.”

“Ah, Kiyo,” Komori tsked and ushered him towards the closest dining hall. “You know you need sleep to retain all that studying right? If you don’t sleep–”

“Not because of that.” Kiyoomi paused to consider telling Komori exactly what happened last night. If there was anyone he could talk to about this, his cousin was definitely the best bet. Akaashi would laugh at him and Iwaizumi, Iizuna, and Ushijima weren’t the kind of friends he could talk to about something like this.  “IwalkedinonAtsumujerkingoffbuthedidn’tseemesoIgotofftoo.”

Komori squinted his eyes at his cousin. “I know you said words, but all I got was ‘dinner’ ‘Atsumu’ and ‘off' I think?” He only got two words right but Kiyoomi didn’t say that. Instead he huffed at his cousin, wishing he could just read his mind instead of having to say anything out loud.

Not daring to speak as they swiped their student IDs to get into the dining hall, Kiyoomi fell silent. He stayed quiet even as he pulled Komori towards the empty salad bar, his cousin following without complaint. It was obvious something had seriously riled Kiyoomi up and Komori was always good at being patient with his cousin. 

Once he was sure no one was around, Kiyoomi turned to face Komori. “I got home late last night and I thought Atsumu was asleep so I was being quiet,” Kiyoomi hissed, making sure to remain aware of his surroundings so he could shut up if anyone came close. “Turns out he was awake and I saw him,” Kiyoomi paused and made a vague gesture with his hand.

Komori just gave him a dumbfounded look. “Dude you saw him what? Taking a shit?”

“How the fuck is this–” Kiyoomi repeated the hand gesture which really was just him waving his hand up and down a couple of times “–taking a shit?”

“I don’t know!” Komori laughed. “You’re being so vague, just spit it out.”

Kiyoomi grit his teeth. “I saw him masturbating.” 

“Oh my god.”

“And he was moaning my name.”

“ Oh my god. ”

“And I got off to it in the hallway as I watched like some fucking creep.”

“Oh my god?!” Komori yelled. 

Nodding an apology at some nearby students who turned to stare at Komori’s outburst, Kiyoomi dragged his cousin to another secluded area of the dining hall. This time it was the cereal station. “Can you not bring attention to us?”

“Sorry but can you run that by me again? You did what last night?”

Kiyoomi dropped Komori’s arm and rolled his eyes at his cousin. “Don’t make me say it again.”

“Dude.” Komori stared at Kiyoomi, wide-eyed and dumbfounded.

“I know.” Kiyoomi groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “I’m the worst.”

“No no. This is great.”

Kiyoomi turned to look at Komori again. “No it isn’t? I was a peeping tom and–”

“You’re so fucking dumb dude. This means Atsumu likes you back.”

“No it doesn’t,” Kiyoomi said with a sigh. This exact thought was what had kept him up so late and what he had been tossing and turning in bed about this morning. He had gone over what this meant frontwards and backwards. Atsumu wasn’t interested, so there had to be another explanation. Kiyoomi had come up with three. 

First, there could be another Kiyoomi. This was the first thing Kiyoomi had thought of last night in bed. His name was a little rare, and well, it was more likely Atsumu knew a girl named Kiyomi rather than another man named Kiyoomi, but there really could be another Kiyoomi that Atsumu knew who he also happened to call Omi. And maybe he was thinking about a girl pegging him? Why was Kiyoomi jumping to conclusions just because Atsumu was into ass play? But he hesitated to say this out loud to Komori. It did seem unlikely and he didn’t want to be called an idiot right now. 

Second, it could just be lust. And if Atsumu was only looking at Kiyoomi as a hookup and not an actual boyfriend, Kiyoomi was not interested. Not because he wouldn’t enjoy the sex, he knew he would. Atsumu could be horrific in bed and Kiyoomi wouldn’t care. That’s how in this he was. No, he couldn’t just be a hookup because of how much he liked Atsumu. He wouldn’t be able to separate his feelings from the sex and he would end up with a broken heart which was something he really didn’t want to deal with.

Third, well Kiyoomi really only had two explanations, but if he needed to he was sure he could come up with a third. It wasn’t like he had spent hours this morning trying to come up with one. 

He relayed his second explanation to his cousin who was just shaking his head. “You’re dumb. This is dumb. I’m not doing this.”

Kiyoomi’s jaw dropped as he watched Komori turn his back on him and make himself a bowl of cereal. 

After just standing there for a second Kiyoomi came back to his senses. “What?”

“You heard me. You’re dumb,” Komori repeated, not even looking over his shoulder at Kiyoomi.

“I’m not dumb,” Kiyoomi scoffed. “I’m top of our class.”

“Okay.” Komori started to walk away from Kiyoomi, grabbing food as he went. 

Kiyoomi glared daggers into the back of Komori’s head. This wasn’t going the way he had expected it to. He checked his phone only to realize he was now running late and wouldn’t be able to actually eat before class. He grabbed a bagel and a cup of coffee before leaving, ignoring the yells behind him that he wasn’t supposed to leave with a cup from the dining hall. He just didn’t care. He’d bring it back later. Probably. 

He also didn’t bother saying goodbye to Komori. His gremlin unhelpful ass didn’t deserve it. 

When Kiyoomi finally pulled his phone out he saw that he had three new text messages from Atsumu that he refused to look at. Kiyoomi knew Atsumu was probably asking why he didn’t see him this morning, and Kiyoomi just couldn’t come up with a lie right now. 

Classes were absolute hell. Not because of the content or time of year, but because he couldn’t focus. He felt trapped in each room he walked into for the day, his mind running with concerns about what to do when he eventually sees Atsumu again. He knew he couldn’t avoid him forever. They were roommates. 

Tuesdays were the worst anyway because he had four classes (a small price to pay for free Fridays he reminds himself) and didn’t really have time between them to run back to the apartment and relax. He usually spent those awkward hours in the library, grabbing food at the cafe there, but today he turned around and left the library moments after stepping foot inside. He couldn’t be inside right now. It felt far too much like a trap. 

His phone buzzed in his pocket again and Kiyoomi started to feel guilty for ignoring Atsumu. He hadn’t responded to a text in almost 24 hours at this point. Kiyoomi pulled his phone out as he wandered behind the library. There was a small wooded area nearby he could meander through in peace as he waited for class. 

He didn’t even read every message from Atsumu, his stomach sinking with the weight of his guilt when he realized he had to scroll to see them all. Atsumu’s most recent text stared up at him. 

Atsumu [12:22]
OMI OMI ANSWER UR FUCKIN PHONE

Before Kiyoomi could think of a response, another message came in. 

Atsumu [12:25]
did ya DIE???

Kiyoomi [12:25]
Yeah I’m dead. This is Kiyoomi’s ghost.

Just ignore the issue. Pretend like everything is fine. Kiyoomi’s head fell back as he groaned. It was like he suddenly forgot how he texted and was second guessing everything. He was trying to act normal, but it was really fucking hard when all he wanted to do was drop out of school and move across the world so he would never have to face Atsumu again. He briefly wondered if Oikawa would house him in America where he was doing a semester abroad.

Atsumu [12:25]
ha ha
r u ok?

Kiyoomi [12:26]
Yeah sorry. It’s been a busy 24 hours.

Atsumu [12:26]
it’s ok!
just wanted to make sure ya were alive lol

Kiyoomi frowned down at his phone. He hadn’t meant to worry Atsumu. He just needed time away from him to process and decide how to move forward.

Kiyoomi [12:30]
Unfortunately, I haven’t been given the sweet release that is death.
I’m just being dramatic. A lot is happening. I got to go but I’ll talk to you later.

Atsumu [12:30]
😭 okay
see ya for dinner Omi Omi
I will see ya for dinner at least right???

Kiyoomi [12:31]
Probably. Don’t want to promise anything though.

Atsumu [12:31]
???????
whats goin on????

Kiyoomi locked his phone and pocketed it instead of responding. He needed to come up with a believable lie to feed Atsumu once he decided how to go about this.

After his final class of the day, Kiyoomi ran into Komori again. 

“Motoya,” Kiyoomi hissed, sliding into his cousin’s space and glaring at him.

“If you’re trying to intimidate me it won’t work,” Komori said, easily stepping around Kiyoomi and continuing his walk back to his. 

“I’m not trying to intimidate you,” Kiyoomi protested. “I just don’t know what to do and need your advice.”

Komori gave his cousin an exasperated sigh. “Kiyo, listen, when someone has a conflict with another person there is only ever one thing to do. Communicate. After that then you can decide to either work through the issue together or go your separate ways.”

“How does this help me?” Kiyoomi whined, only half listening. He knew he was the one who asked for help, but it didn’t sound like Komori was talking about his specific problem and telling him exactly what to do, which is what he asked for. 

“Go home and talk to Atsumu. Tell him everything. And I mean everything.” Komori turned on Kiyoomi and narrowed his eyes. “Including that you have a crush on him.”

Kiyoomi pouted. “I don’t want to be rejected.”

“You won’t be you dunce,” Komori hit the top of Kiyoomi’s head. “But if you are rejected then…” he shrugged. “Then at least you know and you can move forward with your life, no longer pining after your roommate like an idiot.”

Kiyoomi gaped. “Hypocrite.”

“Whoa! I’m not pining over my roommate! We are fucking so that’s a step above you two,” Komori said with a grin. 

“Absolutely disgusting. Do you like him?”

Komori turned away from his cousin and started to try to put some distance between them. “I don’t know.”

“You’re literally trying to run away from answering me right now,” Kiyoomi pointed out, his long legs making it so he could easily keep up with Komori. “So you do.”

“I said I don’t know!” Komori protested. “Besides, we were talking about the sakuatsu problem, not the Komori problem.”

“Sakuatsu?” Kiyoomi scrunched his face up. “What the fuck?”

“It’s your ship name, Kiyo.”

“Why the fuck do you have a ship name for me and Atsumu?”

Komori shrugged. “It makes talking about you two easier.”

“Do you talk about us often? And to whom?” Kiyoomi had his hand on Komori’s arm to stop him from bolting.

“Everyone, Kiyo. Everyone. Please go talk to him. Fix this. Make sakuatsu happen. I have something to do.”

“You mean someone,” Kiyoomi grumbled. “I want to meet him!”

“I’m not even seeing him, he's busy tonight,” Komori said, waving him off. “Go. Talk to Atsumu. It’s the only thing that will make you feel better.”

Kiyoomi knew Komori was right, but that didn’t mean he liked it.

Kiyoomi steeled himself as he looked at his apartment door after his final class of the day. This was it. He was going to see Atsumu and tell him everything. Komori was right. If he didn’t he would just be conflicted and upset for the foreseeable future.

When he opened the door it was quiet. It was unlike Atsumu to hole up in his room quietly, and it meant Kiyoomi would have to seek him out. He got to the hallway before Atsumu’s door creaked open.

“Oh Atsu—“ Kiyoomi cut himself off as someone who most definitely wasn’t Atsumu came out of Atsumu’s room. In nothing but his boxer briefs. “Hello.”

“Hey,” the stranger said, raising a hand in an awkward wave. “Sorry to meet you half naked. I’m Suna.”

“Sakusa,” Kiyoomi said. He went to put his hand out for a handshake but thought better of it and shoved his hands in his pockets instead. “Nice to meet you.”

It wasn’t nice to meet him. Not at all. In fact it was horrible. Here was evidence that Atsumu was fucking someone. This Suna guy. Kiyoomi grit his jaw. What type of name was Suna anyway? It was dumb.

A faint blush started to spread across Suna’s face and he hunched in on himself as though he just realized how exposed he was in front of this stranger. Almost like he was nervous. Which really just made Kiyoomi even more distraught. If Suna was nervous to meet him did that mean things between him and Atsumu were serious? 

“Er…Atsumu is in the bathroom cleaning up if you need him,” Suna said, not looking Kiyoomi in the eyes. “I’ll just wait in his room.”

Finally Kiyoomi started to move again. “Ah. No, it's alright. I’ll just grab some stuff and be out of your hair.” He quickly ducked into his bedroom and willed tears not to fall. Not yet. First he needed to throw some clothes and all his school shit in a bag. Then he would call Akaashi and camp out on his sofa until he got over this. Processing everything, letting himself actually feel the sting of rejection? That could wait. It had to. If he let himself process what just happened he would be a crying mess. And he couldn’t cry. Not yet.

Kiyoomi opened his bedroom door to the hallway and bumped into Atsumu whose hair was still wet from his shower. There was no denying it now. They definitely had sex. Why else would Suna be naked and Atsumu need a shower?

“Omi! Yer home! Do ya—“

“Not for long sorry,” Kiyoomi spoke over Atsumu. He needed to leave. Seeing Atsumu made it even harder to force the tears down. “I’ll just be going.”

“Oh…” Atsumu frowned. “Are ya okay?”

Kiyoomi nodded, but didn’t trust himself to speak. Instead he pushed past Atsumu and quickly slipped his shoes on. He was so close to getting away. 

“Are ya sure?” Atsumu asked, following him to the entryway of their apartment. “Ya don’t seem okay.”

“Don’t you have a guest to entertain?” It came out harsher than Kiyoomi intended, but it fit how he really felt. Betrayed. Angry. Hurt.

Atsumu glanced over his shoulder towards his bedroom. “Sunarin can wait. Somethin’s clearly wrong.”

Sunarin.

A nickname.

It shouldn’t surprise Kiyoomi, really it shouldn’t. Not coming from Atsumu, the man who bestowed a nickname on Kiyoomi the moment they were partnered up to work on a group project together. It still amplified the rejection. 

Kiyoomi glanced up at Atsumu’s worried face and all the mean words he had on the tip of his tongue faded. This wasn’t Atsumu’s fault. He didn't know about Kiyoomi’s feelings. He was allowed to be with other people. And Kiyoomi’s behavior had worried him.

He stood up and shifted the weight of his bag on his shoulder, desperately trying to come up with a convincing lie. “It’s Iwaizumi,” he mumbled. “Him and Oikawa got into another fight but it was a bad one. I’m just worried about him and trying to get over there as fast as possible. Sorry.” That was a safe lie, Kiyoomi convinced himself. Atsumu wasn’t close to either Iwaizumi or Oikawa so he wouldn’t reach out to say anything. Kiyoomi wouldn’t be caught.

Atsumu’s eyebrows shot up at the news. “Oh fuck. Yeah okay. I hope things work out.”

“Me too,” Kiyoomi said before turning to leave. The door shut behind him with a click and he felt the first of what was sure to be many tears fall down his face.

Atsumu POV

Atsumu frowned as the door shut behind Kiyoomi. He hadn’t seen his roommate much in over 24 hours and he was upset about it. Seeing Kiyoomi was the highlight of his day. He knew he sounded like a pining idiot, but that’s because he was a pining idiot. He had a crush on Kiyoomi from the very first moment they spoke. He was closed off and ridiculously attractive. Just Atsumu’s type for a fun time in bed. But after they started spending time together Atsumu realized it was more than just lust. He actually liked who Kiyoomi was as a person. They had fun together, and Atsumu never wanted it to stop. If that meant swallowing down his feelings, then that’s what he would do.

He made his way back to his bedroom to see Suna pressing a towel onto the wet carpet.

“What’s tha prognosis?” He tossed his wet towel at Suna’s face who glared at him as he grabbed it.

“Your carpet is fine, but my chances with Komori are ruined,” Suna whined.

Atsumu laughed at him. “What are ya talkin’ about?”

“I met Sakusa. In my fucking underwear.”

“I don’t see tha problem here,” Atsumu snorted.

“The problem is that Komori and I are already roommates who are fuckbuddies, which is bad enough as is. Now I’m trying to segue us into actually dating after that–which he might hate me for who knows–and now! Now he thinks I walk around my friend’s apartment in my underwear. And he was glaring at me, ‘Tsumu. He was clearly judging me.”

Atsumu rolled his eyes. “I never thought I’d see tha day ya were all dramatic over a crush. I’m sure it’s fine. But if it makes ya feel better whenever he comes home I’ll clarify things. I’ll tell him ya were naked because ya spilt sake over both of us and yer clothes were in tha wash, not because yer some weird nudist.”

Suna looked to the almost empty bottle of alcohol forlornly. “I really need a shot now more than ever.”

“Well lucky for you I have tequila.” Atsumu pulled the bottle out of one of his dresser drawers triumphantly. “Drink up ya love-sick loser.”

“At least I’m fucking my crush. How’re things going with you and Sakusa?” Suna grabbed the bottle out of Atsumu’s hand and brought it to his lips, pausing to speak again. “Actually wait, why was this hidden in your dresser and not in the kitchen with the rest of your alcohol?”

“Because Omi isn’t allowed ta drink tequila. He gets crazy.”

Suna raised an eyebrow at his friend as he took a few swigs straight from the bottle, barely even flinching as he did so. “Want to explain what you mean by that?” He eventually asked, passing the tequila to Atsumu.

“He just,” Atsumu cringed when he recalled the event that made him ban Kiyoomi from drinking the cursed liquid. He had almost ruined everything they built. Kiyoomi had stripped down to his underwear and wouldn’t stop touching Atsumu. It took everything in him to not reciprocate the touches. To not lean in and capture his lips in a kiss like he had wanted for so long. Thankfully, Atsumu had an early morning flight to go visit his mom and couldn’t drink that night. If he had also been drunk he wouldn’t have been able to hold back. “Okay so he just took all his clothes off and gave me fuck me eyes last time he drank it. I had ta stop that from happenin’ again.”

“So he can’t drink tequila because you can’t control yourself around a naked Sakusa?”

Atsumu glared at his friend. “Maybe.”

“Damn. I’m glad I’m not your roommate.”

“I don’t wanna fuck ya, so I'm glad yer not my roommate either.” They both laughed at that. “Seriously with Komori now that’s every roommate ya have had since ya got back from studyin’ abroad.”

“What can I say? America made me a whore.”

“Ya were a whore long before ya went there, but okay.”

Suna leaned back against Atsumu’s bed, apparently deciding to stay on the floor and get comfortable. “I’ve only been back for a semester and a half. I haven’t fucked that many roommates. I haven’t even had that many.”

Atsumu plopped down on his desk chair before kicking at Suna’s exposed thigh. “Last semester ya were so wrapped up in fuckin all three roommates ya had–which is a lot ta have in one semester by tha way–that I never saw ya. And now yer already on yer second roommate of this semester. There have been that many.”

Suna frowned. “Do you think Komori won’t want to date me because I’ve slept with a lot of people? Wait–” Suna glared at Atsumu. “What have you told Sakusa about me? I don’t need him thinking I’m bad for Komori based off your stories.”

“Yeah, ya can convince him of that yerself,” Atsumu laughed, taking another swig from the bottle. It was starting to go to his head, but he was thankful Suna came over to drink today. He was sad Kiyoomi wouldn’t be here for dinner again and was glad he had an excuse to drink. “I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned ya by name actually.”

Atsumu chewed on his lip as he thought it over. He usually didn’t name his friends when he told stories about his past. It wasn’t something he was really conscious of doing, but Kiyoomi had pointed it out a couple weeks ago when he told a story about his high school crush and actually named Kita instead of just saying ‘my crush’. But if Kiyoomi didn’t know that this Suna was the same guy who puked on Atsumu’s shoes freshman year, the same guy who stole his clothes when he was in the shower and made him run across campus in only a towel after a workout, the same guy Atsumu and Osamu call their honorary triplet, would Kiyoomi know Atsumu wasn’t interested in Suna?

“Give me that,” Suna reached forward to grab the bottle back, startling Atsumu out of his thoughts. “I need you to talk me up to him so when I do eventually ask Komori out and we start dating he already thinks good things about me.”

“What makes ya so sure Komori will say yes? Maybe he only likes yer dick.”

Suna glared at Atsumu. It would be scary if Atsumu wasn’t used to it. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“I’m here ta stroke yer ego,” Atsumu joked back. 

They fell into their easy back and forth, and Atsumu was able to pretend he had stopped thinking about Kiyoomi for the night.

Atsumu woke up the next morning with a hangover. He should have taken that to be a warning that this would be one of the worst Wednesdays of his life, but instead Atsumu had tried to make the best out of his day. He didn’t let his hangover get him down. He went through the motions of getting ready for the day and by the time he was walking out of his apartment he only had a dull headache. Today was going to be fine.

Except for the fact that he had a test he forgot about in his first class, his second class was a discussion on determinism (which made his head spin enough normally) where the one know-it-all wouldn’t shut up for more than two seconds, Kiyoomi wasn’t texting him back, and the cherry on top was when he ran into Iwaizumi at the gym.

He had assumed Kiyoomi wasn’t responding to him because he was with his friend, so seeing the man in the gym alone really threw Atsumu for a loop. 

“Hey Iwaizumi,” Atsumu said, sitting down on the machine next to him.

“Hi Atsumu,” Iwaizumi said, sparing only a moment to glance up at Atsumu before returning his focus to his workout. 

“Are ya doin’ okay?” Atsumu hedged. He wasn’t close with the man, but he knew Kiyoomi was. According to Kiyoomi, Iwaizumi was dating his high school sweetheart, Oikawa, who Atsumu hated. And apparently they had a bad fight.

Iwaizumi gave Atsumu a confused look. “Yeah? I’ve only been here for like ten minutes. I’m fine.”

Atsumu stopped working out to face Iwaizumi. “That’s not what I was askin’ about?” It came out as a question.

“Then what are you asking about?” Iwaizumi had also stopped using his machine to focus fully on Atsumu. His voice was even and soft, not angry, just confused.

“Oikawa? Didn’t ya have a bad fight?”

Iwaizumi tilted his head to the side. “No…”

A frown started to settle across Atsumu’s face. Had Kiyoomi lied to him? No. Surely not. Maybe it was normal for Iwaizumi and Oikawa to fight so Iwaizumi was brushing it off, but…

“Omi told me ya had a bad fight and he went to yers last night,” Atsumu said, his stomach dropping with worry. Was Kiyoomi avoiding him? Lying about where he was to get Atsumu off his back?

Iwaizumi closed his eyes with a sigh. That wasn’t a good sign. “Right. Sorry. I just didn’t want to mention it,” Iwaizumi started. But his words felt off, like he was struggling to string a story together. It was obvious he was trying to lie to cover for his friend. “We had an argument and I asked Sakusa to come over. But things are good now.”

“Hmm,” Atsumu hummed, standing up. He didn’t want to be here anymore. “Okay. I’m glad everything worked out.” His smile was strained and it was clear something was wrong. Thankfully, Iwaizumi didn’t ask about it. He just nodded goodbye to Atsumu.

Atsumu dragged his feet on his walk home. This was not his week and it was only Wednesday. He was worried about what was going on with Kiyoomi. They hadn’t spent time together since Sunday, really. Atsumu thought back to the weekend and tried to see if there was something he did that could have upset Kiyoomi. But it was all just normal behavior for them. There wasn’t anything Atsumu could point to that would explain why Kiyoomi was acting the way he was. 

He made it back to his apartment and flopped on the couch with a groan. Of course Kiyoomi wasn’t here. He looked over at his phone that he had thrown on the coffee table with a frown. He didn’t want to keep messaging Kiyoomi if he was annoying him.

Atsumu ran his hands through his hair. He wasn't going to do this. He wasn’t going to sit here moping around when he didn't even know for sure Kiyoomi was avoiding him. Maybe something else was going on and he didn’t feel comfortable telling Atsumu. Everything would be fine.

Everything was not fine.

It was Friday. The day Kiyoomi and Atsumu spent together on the couch for their weekly movie marathon, only Kiyoomi wasn’t here. He still hadn’t come home since Monday evening, and he wasn’t answering Atsumu’s calls either. Atsumu was losing his mind. It was obvious that Kiyoomi was avoiding him, but he didn’t know why . And none of Kiyoomi’s friends were talking.

Atsumu had run into Komori yesterday and cornered him. He needed to know what was going on, what he did wrong to make Kiyoomi act like this. Komori had given him a pitying look and  told him things would be fine, but Kiyoomi needed to work through something. But he wouldn’t tell Atsumu what he was working through.

He had a small sliver of hope that Kiyoomi would walk through their door this morning and sit down on the couch with Atsumu for their movie marathon, but as lunch time came and went, so did his optimism. 

Atsumu was hanging upside down on the couch when he finally decided to call Osamu and get his opinion.

Osamu answered after just one ring. “What’s up, fucker?” 

Atsumu wrinkled his nose. “Yer spendin’ too much time with Suna.”

“That’s rich comin’ from you .” Osamu barked a laugh out over the line. Something had him in a good mood. “Why’re ya callin’? Isn’t it time fer some weird weekly tradition ya have with yer roommate?”

Atsumu pouted even though he knew Osamu couldn’t see him. “Yeah but…that’s why I’m callin’.”

“Hmm?” Osamu hummed. “What about it?”

“He never showed up,” Atsumu said softly. He heard Osamu put something down.

“What do ya mean he never showed up? Is he okay?”

“I don’t even know!” Atsumu whined. “He hasn’t really spoken ta me since Monday mornin’.”

“Why? What did ya do?”

“Why do ya think it’s my fault?” 

“Is it?”

“I…don’t know actually. Maybe?” Atsumu tilted his head to the side as he thought about it, again. Had he done something?

“Run me through yer day on Monday,” Osamu said, thankfully deciding to help.

“Well, it was normal? We were textin’ just fine and then he said he had ta study and he didn’t come home until after I was asleep–if he did at all–and when I woke up he wasn’t here! We haven’t even talked enough fer me ta do anythin’ right?” Atsumu didn’t mention his night time activity from Monday. Kiyoomi wasn’t home so it’s not like he found out Atsumu jerked off to him and was hiding because of that.

“That is weird.” Osamu paused, clearly trying to think through the scenario. “Maybe he did somethin’ and is scared ta tell ya?” Osamu offered up.

Atsumu thought about it for a minute. “I don’t know. Isn’t it better ta just talk ta someone right away when yer worried they won’t like somethin’? It’s like rippin’ off a bandaid. Just hurry up and do it ta get it over with. If it was my fault then it makes more sense he’s avoidin’ me.”

“Why does that make more sense?”

“Well because–” Atsumu stopped talking abruptly when he realized it really didn’t make any sense. “It just does?”

He heard Osamu snort. “Yeah sure. Great logic there, ‘Tsumu. Yer definitely on yer way ta gettin’ a degree.”

“Shut up,” Atsumu huffed. “I just don’t know what ta do.”

“Have ya called him? Asked him ta talk ta ya?”

“No, ‘Samu, I’m a full idiot. Yes I tried that!” Atsumu practically yelled. “He’s screenin’ my calls and hasn’t returned a text in days.”

“I guess all ya can do is text him again. Tell him ya wanna talk it out, whatever tha issue is.” Osamu hesitated, but spoke again. “Please just be careful, ‘Tsumu. If he runs from problems like this he doesn’t sound like tha best person.”

Atsumu narrowed his eyes. “We don’t know why this is happenin’. Don’t shit talk him.”

“Sorry, sorry. I just worry about ya.”

Atsumu smiled at that. It was nice knowing his brother had his back like this. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. Seriously, don’t. This never happened,” Osamu said, a smile in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah,” Atsumu laughed. “Thanks. Fer listenin’ ta me and helpin’. Now I know ya have some sort of plans ta get back ta. Ya were too happy when ya picked up tha phone.”

Osamu openly laughed at that. “Yeah, Akaashi got me this new kitchen gadget so I’m makin’–”

“Don’t care I’m hangin’ up now,” Atsumu said, pulling the phone away from his face and raising his voice as he did so his brother could still hear him. “Love ya have fun bye!”

“Fuck you!” He heard Osamu say before hanging up. 

Atsumu decided to bite the bullet and text Kiyoomi right away. He spent an embarrassingly long amount of time typing and re-typing his message to Kiyoomi at least five times before hitting send. It wasn’t even eloquent, but he needed to stop overthinking it.

Atsumu [9:37]
hi Kiyoomi I know ur not talkin to me rn but can you please come home and just talk to me about what I did? please
I miss you

Atsumu let out a shaky breath. Now all he had to do was wait. 

A day passed in silence and Atsumu was moping as Suna and Osamu got ready. They were going out–no love interests allowed–to have fun. 

“Atsumu you’re coming out with us so put this damned shirt on,” Suna said, throwing a balled up sheer black button down at his friend. 

Atsumu flinched at the motion but caught the shirt nonetheless. “I don’t want ta go out. I want ta stay home and get drunk and ignore life.”

Osamu hit the back of Atsumu’s head. “Yer comin’ with us so shut up and accept it. Ya can get drunk in public and ignore life.”

“Yer both bullies,” Atsumu whined. He stood up to pull his shirt off only to be pushed back on his bed, Suna straddling his lap before he could slip the other shirt on. 

“Maybe I should give up on Komori and get with you,” Suna joked, running a hand down Atsumu’s abs. 

Atsumu rolled his eyes, but played along. He gripped Suna’s waist with a smirk. “Just gimmie a chance baby boy. I can make ya forget all about him.”

“I hate both of ya.” Osamu handed the eyeliner to Suna who got to work enhancing Atsumu’s eyes. It was a familiar routine, one they had gotten used to their first semester here. Suna flirting obscenely with the twins as they got ready to go out, the one left out complaining, everyone laughing. 

“We need to stroke his ego. Lie to make him feel good about himself. The truth won’t help.”

“Fuck you,” Atsumu bit out, no real malice in his tone. 

“In your dreams, asshat.”

“Both of ya are annoyin’ as fuck. I’ll go out without ya.”

Atsumu gave a pointed look to his twin. “If ya went out alone ya would have ta fend off all the single men and women who would throw themselves at ya by yerself.”

“Aw ya think I’m hot?” Osamu laughed back. 

“Of course yer hot,” Atsumu huffed, finally released from Suna and his makeup. “Ya have my face.”

“Enough talking each other up, talk me up now,” Suna said, turning in a circle in front of them, his black shirt tucked into his pants, the top few buttons undone. “Tell me Komori is dumb for not dating me.”

“Komori is dumb fer not datin’ ya,” the twins said in unison. 

“Now compliment me, tell me I’m a catch. Why do I have to spell this out? You both suck at this.”

“Sorry,” Osamu said, not sorry at all. ”Uh if I wasn’t with Akaashi I still wouldn’t be with ya but ya do look good.” Osamu gave him a thumbs up and Atsumu burst out laughing at Suna’s dropped jaw. 

“Did ya ask Komori out though?” Atsumu asked, thinking he had missed something. 

“No,” Suna said with a shake of his head. He flopped down on the bed dramatically. “He’s been busy this week…” Suna glanced at Atsumu out of the side of his eye.

Atsumu nodded but didn’t look at anyone. He kept his eyes glued to the floor. Komori had been busy helping Kiyoomi with whatever was bugging him. With whatever he was keeping from Atsumu. Akaashi had been similarly busy and Atsumu felt guilty.

“Sorry,” he whispered out, knowing it was his fault. 

“Hey I can see yer blamin’ yerself right now and ya need ta cut that out,” Osamu said, placing a hand on Atsumu’s shoulder. “If he won’t talk ta ya then it’s his own damned fault.”

Suna was nodding along too. “If anything I blame Sakusa for keeping me away from Komori this week, not you.”

“I just feel like I did somethin’ wrong,” Atsumu whispered. “Obviously I did or he wouldn’t be ignorin’ me.”

“Or maybe he did something wrong and is scared ta tell ya,” Osamu repeated his words from the other night. “Which just makes him a piece of shit. I hope ya don’t forgive him. I don’t approve of y’all.”

Atsumu gave his brother a look of surprise. “That’s yer boyfriend’s best friend yer talkin’ about.”

“Yeah well,” Osamu shrugged. “Just between the three of us Akaashi is annoyed with Sakusa. Plus, I like ya better.”

Osamu gave Atsumu a small smile which the blonde returned. “Thanks.”

They finished getting ready without another word about Kiyoomi, but that didn’t mean Atsumu wasn’t thinking about him. Why was Akaashi annoyed at him? If he was dealing with something his friends should be understanding, not upset. Was Kiyoomi actually in the wrong here?

“Alright, what does everyone want?” Suna asked as they pushed through the doors of the club, leading the way straight to the bar in the back.

“Just a beer,” Osamu said. 

“Fuckin’ lame choice ‘Samu,” Atsumu said, sticking his tongue out at him. “Since ya dragged me out I want somethin’ fancy and expensive.”

Suna snorted at him. “We’ll take three shots of your well vodka and three Heinekens,” he said to the bartender.

“No beer,” Atsumu whined. “And fuckin’ well vodka? Are ya tryin’ ta kill us?”

“You can order your stupid expensive fancy drink when you’re paying.”

“I didn’t even want ta come out! I’m not payin’ fer shit.”

“Then you’ll drink what I buy you out of the kindness of my heart,” Suna said, handing the shots to everyone. “Bottoms up.”

Everyone downed their shots and immediately chased it with their beer.

“Dude,” Osamu said with a full body shudder. “Why vodka?”

Suna grimaced at the taste lingering in his mouth. “Cheap.”

“Well anything is cheap ya loser. Get somethin’ better next time,” Atsumu complained. He wasn’t actually pressed about the drink choices—a drink was a drink was a drink—he just wanted to complain about something, anything , other than Kiyoomi. 

Osamu ordered three more beers preemptively and led them to a booth in the back where they could sit and talk, giving them some shelter from the other bodies in the room, some of which were already hedging into their personal space.

“What about him?” Osamu asked a little while later, tilting his fourth beer towards a taller man with black hair.

Atsumu frowned. He looked an awful lot like Kiyoomi and it just made him upset that it wasn’t him. “Nah,” Atsumu said, waving a hand. “I really don’t need ta hook up with anyone.”

“It’s the best way to get over someone,” Suna pointed out. He nodded towards a short blonde girl. “Her?”

“Oh yeah, maybe a girl instead of a guy? So ya don’t think about him when yer together,” Osamu hummed.

“I’ll think about him no matter what,” Atsumu said with a huff. “This is dumb. Let me mope until Omi tells me what’s wrong.”

“Do you have any idea at all what could be making him act like this?” Suna asked again. “Like, something had to have happened, right?”

Atsumu threw his hands up. “I don’t know! It was right when he met ya,” Atsumu said, narrowing his eyes at Suna. “What did ya say ta him?”

“Me?” Suna leaned forward over the table, shock clear on his face. “Wasn’t he acting weird that morning? I didn’t do anything!”

“Oh yeah.” Atsumu leaned back with a sigh. “Maybe he found out I have a crush on him and he doesn’t know how ta let me down easy.”

“If that was tha case he could just text ya he wasn’t interested and be done with the whole avoidin’ his own home thing,” Osamu pointed out.

“Are ya sure ya don’t know anything?” Atsumu asked, turning towards his twin. “Yer datin’ his best friend. Why is he bein’ like this?”

Osamu frowned at him. “Akaashi won’t tell me. He just says tha whole thing is dumb whatever it is.”

Atsumu’s lower lip jutted out. “I hate this.” He downed the last of his beer and stood up. “Do y’all want anythin’?”

“If yer buyin’ then yeah,” Osamu said with a grin.

Suna nodded. “Same.”

“Was just gonna put it on Sunarin’s tab,” Atsumu said with a grin, dancing away from the booth as Suna tried to swat at him. 

“Nothing too expensive!” He shouted towards the blonde who waved him off. 

“What can I get for you?” The bartender asked, tilting her head and smiling brilliantly up at Atsumu.

“Just three Heinekens, thank ya sweetheart.”

She giggled and moved away to grab the bottles just for a moment before coming back. Her back arched as she leaned over the counter, the new position pushing her boobs up.

“You came here with your friends right?”

Atsumu nodded and took a swig from his drink. He would have to stop drinking soon if he didn’t want to have a ridiculous hangover in the morning.

“I get off at one.” There was a hopeful lilt to her voice and Atsumu knew she was asking if he wanted to come home with her.

His eyes flicked up and down the girl. She was absolutely stunning. Dark brown skin and long black box braids. Her smile made her round cheeks stand out even more and Atsumu knew if he wasn’t so hung up over Kiyoomi he would be bragging about how he was the lucky guy who caught her eye tonight. Instead, he offered her a sad smile. “I’m sorry. I’m head over heels fer someone who hates me and can’t get him out of my head.”

The girl barked out a surprised laugh. “Well he’s missing out.”

“Right?” A cocky smile made its way back to Atsumu’s face and he found himself laughing along with the girl. “Thanks.”

She started wiping the bar down and snorted at him. “I’m just stating the facts here, but you’re welcome. Now go away so I can find someone else to take me home.”

Atsumu chuckled but gathered the three beers. “Good luck. I’m sure you’ll be able to get anyone you want.”

“Not quite anyone,” she said with a pointed stare.

He shrugged at her. “Anyone but tha idiot hung up on someone else.”

Atsumu made his way back over to Suna and Osamu who were both wagging their eyebrows at him.

“Dude shes hot as fuck,” Suna said, bumping shoulders with Atsumu after he slid into his seat next to him.

“Yeah, looks like ya didn’t need our help,” Osamu said. He grabbed a beer from Atsumu and held it up to his lips. “Are ya leavin’ with her?”

“Nah,” Atsumu said. A pout settled on his face and he started tracing lines in the condensation on the side of his bottle. “I need ta corner Omi Omi and get him ta tell me what’s goin’ on.”

“I approve of this plan,” Suna said with a nod. “We can get Komori and Akaashi to spill coffee all over his shit so he has to go get more clothes and bam! You’re there and can talk to him.”

“That’s…not tha worst idea I’ve ever heard,” Atsumu hummed. “We can set it up tomorrow.”

Atsumu stumbled home a few hours later, more than a little intoxicated. He knew Suna and Osamu were trying to help him, trying to get him to hookup with a stranger to help get over Kiyoomi, but he just didn’t want to. What would be the point? He needed closure from Kiyoomi himself before he could do anything else. When he got to his floor, he saw his roommate standing in front of their door, a frown on his face. 

“Omi?” Atsumu almost hesitated to speak, scared to shatter the illusion. 

Kiyoomi startled at his name. “Atsumu.”

They stared at each other in the hallway, neither one saying anything else for a solid minute. 

“Were ya comin’ by ta get more stuff?” Atsumu eventually asked. 

Kiyoomi shook his head no. “Wanted to see you.” His face was alcohol flushed, his words further confirming how drunk he was. 

Atsumu snorted. “Ya coulda seen me all week if ya just came home.” His voice broke on the last word and he cleared his throat. “Open tha damn door already.” He didn’t dare look at Kiyoomi’s face, worried eye contact would give everything away. Worried that if Kiyoomi were to see how Atsumu actually looked at him when he had no guard up, then he would know how badly Atsumu wanted to be with him. 

“I forgot my key,” Kiyoomi mumbled out. “I wasn’t expecting to come here.”

Atsumu let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and shouldered past Kiyoomi to stand in front of the door. He unlocked it easily and slunk inside, holding the door open for Kiyoomi. 

Kiyoomi hesitated in the hallway again but moved forward when Atsumu chanced a look over his shoulder. Their hands brushed and Kiyoomi jerked back as though burned by the contact. 

“If yer gonna act like I’m a fuckin’ plagued rat then just go away again,” Atsumu huffed, trying to hide the hurt he felt. 

“Sorry. I just…” Kiyoomi trailed off, whatever excuse he had thought of dying on his parted lips. 

They both slipped their shoes off before Atsumu turned to face his roommate. He crossed his arms and watched the way Kiyoomi’s eyes traced the movement, confused and upset, unable to process what that could mean. “Why did ya leave?”

Instead of answering him, Kiyoomi moved forward, backing Atsumu up against a wall, his hands coming up to cage Atsumu in, Atsumu’s own arms falling to the side so he didn’t touch Kiyoomi. “Did you go out tonight?”

Atsumu nodded. He could smell the tequila on Kiyoomi’s breath and wondered briefly if Kiyoomi had done this on purpose. Had drank tequila because he knew it made him bold and then shown up to finally yell at Atsumu for whatever he did. 

“You look nice.”

Atsumu didn’t know how to respond to that so he didn’t. It did make his head spin though. How could Kiyoomi show up like this, after a week of avoiding him, and then compliment him? It didn’t make sense. 

“Did you kiss anyone?”

Atsumu narrowed his eyes. “Did you ? I’m assuming ya went out tonight too or ya wouldn’t be this drunk.”

“How can I kiss anyone else when all I can think about is you?” Kiyoomi asked quietly, almost as though the words weren’t for Atsumu to hear. 

Atsumu’s breath caught and he felt his heart rate speed up. Had Kiyoomi convinced himself Atsumu didn’t want to kiss him back? Alcohol raced through his veins and clouded his judgment, but he knew he had to kiss Kiyoomi and he had to do it right now. 

Hands coming up to cup Kiyoomi’s face softly, Atsumu pressed up to slot their lips together in a kiss that felt well overdue. 

Kiyoomi froze and just when Atsumu was convinced he had made a horrible mistake and Kiyoomi didn’t actually want this, one of Kiyoomi’s hands came up to fist in Atsumu’s hair, using the leverage to hold them impossibly close. Kiyoomi’s mouth worked against Atsumu’s and a truly embarrassing sound was torn from Atsumu’s chest. 

Kiyoomi didn’t open his eyes when they finally pulled apart. “Please,” he whispered against Atsumu’s lips. 

“Please what?” Atsumu asked, truly not knowing what Kiyoomi was asking him for. 

“Please give me more. Please fuck me.” Kiyoomi spoke desperately, like he was praying for Atsumu to just say yes. “And if this is a dream don’t wake me up.”

Atsumu crashed their lips back together as he walked Kiyoomi backwards towards his room. How could he say no when Kiyoomi was asking for everything he wanted as well? “Anything, Omi. Anything fer ya.”

Kiyoomi moaned into the kiss after that, his hands going under Atsumu’s shirt, nails raking down slowly on the skin he could reach. Atsumu pulled away from the kiss to rid himself of his shirt, giving Kiyoomi better access. 

Before they could make it fully into Kiyoomi’s room, Kiyoomi dropped to his knees and cupped Atsumu’s half hard cock through his pants. “Let me blow you?” Kiyoomi asked, looking up at Atsumu through his fluttering eyelashes.

Atsumu moaned and let his head fall back against the wall. “Fuck yea.” He helped Kiyoomi push his pants down and soon enough Kiyoomi’s hand was wrapped around Atsumu’s cock, his tongue darting out to kitten lick at the head of his cock.

Atsumu pushed Kiyoomi’s hair out of his face so he could make eye contact with him, wanting to watch as Kiyoomi swallowed him. Once Atsumu was at full hardness, Kiyoomi wrapped his lips around the head of Atsumu’s dick and took the whole thing down his throat in one go, humming as he went. He looked up at Atsumu through his eyelashes again and Atsumu had to look away, scared the intimacy would make him cum before they even started. 

Kiyoomi got to work sucking Atsumu’s dick, bobbing his head and using his tongue to lick thick stripes up the underside of Atsumu’s cock. The way he took him made Atsumu know this wasn’t his first time sucking dick. Kiyoomi had to do this a lot to be this good at it. 

Atsumu fisted a hand in Kiyoomi’s hair, but didn’t dare move, letting Kiyoomi be in charge of the pace. Eventually, Kiyoomi’s mouth left Atsumu’s cock with a pop. He pressed a few kisses to the exposed part of Atsumu’s thighs, then kissed up his stomach and chest, standing slowly as he went. Atsumu’s breath caught again when Kiyoomi sucked particularly hard against his collarbone, sure to leave a mark. 

Good , Atsumu thought as he turned his head, giving Kiyoomi ample access to his neck which the taller man took, sucking harshly there too. He wanted to be covered in marks from Kiyoomi when he woke, proof that this actually happened burned into his skin. 

“Bedroom,” Atsumu demanded, stumbling over his pants and taking them off in the hallway. He could pick them up tomorrow. Getting his hands on Kiyoomi was far more important at this moment. 

Kiyoomi made a sound of agreement and tugged Atsumu forward into his room. He dug through his bedside table and threw lube and a condom on the bed before finally taking his clothes off. 

Atsumu stood in the doorway, licking his lips at the sight before him. Kiyoomi wasn’t trying to be sexy, at least Atsumu didn’t think he was, but he was still captivated by every move the other man made, eager to drink in all he could. All Kiyoomi would give him. 

Once Kiyoomi was naked he crawled into bed on all fours, ass up and looking over his shoulder at Atsumu. He had one hand on his cock, pumping himself slowly as his eyes danced down Atsumu’s naked form. 

Atsumu blushed, feeling exposed in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time. He wasn’t insecure about his body, not in the least, but he wanted Kiyoomi to be impressed. He wanted Kiyoomi to want him back in his bed time and time again. After this, Atsumu knew he would want more. He always wanted more from Kiyoomi. 

He climbed in bed behind him and used his thumbs to expose Kiyoomi’s hole to him, puckering with the exposure to the air. Atsumu groaned before leaning down and licking a stripe across Kiyoomi’s asshole, making him gasp in pleasure. 

“Atsumu,” Kiyoomi moaned. Both of his hands fisted in his sheets as he let the blonde take his time rimming him. 

Atsumu hummed in response, his mouth on Kiyoomi, tongue moving in greedy circles before plunging inside. Kiyoomi whimpered when Atsumu added a finger, moving his hips to fuck himself back down on anything Atsumu would give him. 

Eventually, Atsumu pulled back not before biting down on Kiyoomi’s ass though, making him gasp and buck forward to get away from the sharp sting. Atsumu peppered kisses along his skin in an apology he knew he would have to give again the next time Kiyoomi let him fuck into him. Atsumu wanted his mouth on Kiyoomi’s ass at all times. 

“You’re going to leave a mark,” Kiyoomi whined. 

“Good,” Atsumu said, slapping the unmarred cheek lightly. “Want ya ta think about my mouth whenever ya sit down.”

A shudder ran through Kiyoomi and Atsumu couldn’t hold back the grin on his face. If you would have told him this morning that he would finally get to be with Kiyoomi later that night he would have laughed in your face. And yet here he was. 

Atsumu lubed up a couple of his fingers and started to finger Kiyoomi open. The alcohol relaxed Kiyoomi and let Atsumu sink three fingers in quickly. 

Kiyoomi writhed and whimpered on the bed as Atsumu fingered him, moaning obscenely when Atsumu brushed against his prostate. “Again,” he begged, his legs shaking at the sensation. 

“Yeah? Right there?” Atsumu spoke softly, curling his fingers with his words and making Kiyoomi moan over and over. He didn’t think he could ever get over this sight before him. Both too soon, and not soon enough, Atsumu slipped his fingers out of Kiyoomi to slip the condom on and lube his cock up. As he did, Kiyoomi braced himself on his forearms. 

Atsumu lined himself up with Kiyoomi’s entrance and slid all the way down to the base of his cock in one slow motion. Both men moaned at the sensation. 

“Move,” Kiyoomi pushed back as he spoke. 

Atsumu held Kiyoomi’s hips still. “Give me a minute,” he croaked out. He wanted to make this good for Kiyoomi which definitely meant not cumming in the first few seconds he was inside the man. Atsumu took a couple of deep breaths, and when he knew he wasn’t about to spill over anymore, he started moving. 

Atsumu wrapped his hands around Kiyoomi’s waist so he could pull him back towards him as he thrusted forward. Kiyoomi let Atsumu move him as he pleased, more vocal in bed than Atsumu had ever dreamed. 

“Atsumu— yes— fuck—“ Just small, breathless words, but Kiyoomi spoke them like his life depended on it.

Atsumu picked up his pace, smirking when the new tempo made Kiyoomi throw his head back in ecstasy. He leaned over Kiyoomi and used one hand to angle his face for a kiss which quickly devolved into open mouth-panting from both men. 

“Yer so fuckin’ tight Omi. Feel so good wrapped around me.” Atsumu lost the pace he had set, instead fucking a bit faster, lost to the feeling of pleasure. 

Kiyoomi whimpered and brought a hand to his neglected cock to push himself over the edge. He pumped his hand three, four times, and came as Atsumu hit his prostate with a well aimed thrust. His body shook with his orgasm, tightening around Atsumu as he came, making Atsumu moan. 

Atsumu thrusted a few more times before he was spilling into the condom, his arms wrapped around Kiyoomi and biting lightly onto his shoulder. They collapsed down on Kiyoomi’s bed, separating only for Atsumu to peel the condom off and toss it in the wastebasket. He curled around Kiyoomi and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. 

“Hey Omi?” Atsumu said after a few minutes. He wanted to talk about this. He wanted to know why Kiyoomi had been absent all week. He wanted to tell Kiyoomi how he felt and know if this was something that could happen again or if it was just a one time thing Kiyoomi needed to get out of his system.

Kiyoomi didn’t answer. Atsumu pushed himself up to look at his face. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady, he was asleep. Atsumu smiled down at Kiyoomi, tracing along his cheek softly, not wanting to wake the other man. They could talk about everything in the morning. As long as this didn’t just fuck everything up , a little voice said in the back of Atsumu’s hhead. Nah, it’s all gonna be okay , Atsumu thought as he drifted to sleep.

But when he woke up alone in a cold bed, Kiyoomi nowhere in the apartment, Atsumu knew he had messed things up. He just wished Kiyoomi would tell him what exactly he did.

Kiyoomi POV

Kiyoomi blinked open with the beginnings of a headache settling behind his eyes. He tried to roll over, but an arm wrapped tightly around his waist stopped him. He paused. No. No. No. No no no no no no no no no.

Kiyoomi looked over his shoulder at Atsumu’s sleeping face and felt fear settle in his stomach. What had he done? 

It wasn’t like he had blacked out last night, rather he thought it was a dream–too good to be true. But now that he was awake he realized it was more like a nightmare.

He had just ruined everything. Kiyoomi had just broken his own heart. He didn’t want just a one night stand with Atsumu, he wanted a full relationship. He wanted all or nothing, but that was out the window now. How was he supposed to look at Atsumu? How were they supposed to have casual roommate movie nights when Kiyoomi knows how it feels to have all of Atsumu’s attention on him? His hands all over him?

Kiyoomi moved Atsumu’s arm and quietly made his way to the bathroom. He eyed Atsumu’s pants that were still in a ball in the hallway. So he really had sucked Atsumu’s dick right there in the hallway, too eager to get his mouth on Atsumu to have made it to the bedroom.

Once he was in the bathroom he looked himself over in the mirror. There was dried lube and cum all over him as well as a bite mark on his ass. His breath hitched as he traced the mark. How long would it last? Half of him wanted the mark to stay forever, to never let go of this one night. The other half wanted the mark to never have been made in the first place. A reminder of his drunken choices.

He slipped into the shower and scrubbed his skin raw, trying to just forget the feel of Atsumu on his skin. He moved quickly, not wanting Atsumu to wake up while he was still here, and soon enough he was in sweats and quietly leaving, Atsumu still asleep in his bed.

Kiyoomi kicked a rock as he walked down some sidewalk somewhere on campus. Kiyoomi wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings. He was caught up in his own head, running through what he needed to do next. He definitely needed to talk to Atsumu. He’s needed to talk to Atsumu for the past week, but he had been dragging his feet, too scared to do what he knew he had to.

His friends were understanding–at first. The first two days they told him to take his time. Think through everything he needed to do, but then Iwaizumi was approached by Atsumu and things took a turn. Hell, Komori wasn’t even talking to him right now, upset with how he was handling (or failing to handle) the situation. 

A hand settling on his shoulder startled him out of his thoughts. “Sakusa I’ve been calling your name for a solid minute,” Akaashi said, leaning into his space to make eye contact. 

Kiyoomi blinked a few times before he could process what was happening. “Oh. Hi.”

Akaashi raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down. “You didn’t come back last night. What happened?”

Steering them towards a bench to sit, Kiyoomi let out a long sigh. 

“That doesn’t sound promising.”

“It isn’t,” Kiyoomi said, letting his head fall back. “I went back to mine.”

“...Okay.” Akaashi was always patient with him, letting Kiyoomi talk after he was ready.

“Atsumu came home at the same time as me, so we saw each other.”

“And did you talk?” Akaashi asked, trying to find out why Kiyoomi seemed so…broken.

“Yes? No. Not much.” Kiyoomi frowned. 

“Sakusa…what happened?”

Kiyoomi dropped his head into his hands. “We slept together.”

Akaashi didn’t say anything, but Kiyoomi could feel it on the bench when he leaned back. 

“I’m such a fucking idiot,” Kiyoomi bit out. 

“I’m so sorry, Sakusa. I really thought Atsumu liked you back. I’m legitimately shocked he said he didn’t want anything more,” Akaashi spoke softly. 

“Well…Atsumu didn’t say that exactly.” Kiyoomi sat back up and fiddled with his fingers. 

“What did he say, then?”

Kiyoomi cleared his throat. “Nothing. We haven’t spoken about it.”

Akaashi stared at Kiyoomi for a very long, very quiet minute. “What?”

“We didn’t really speak about it last night. We were both drunk and just fell into each other,” Kiyoomi admitted. He didn’t dare look at Akaashi. He knew how his friend felt about the whole situation and knew this was going to piss him off more. “Then I fell asleep after and when I woke up I just left.”

“So you’re upset because you’ve decided for Atsumu that he couldn’t possibly genuinely like you. You’ve decided for him that this was a mistake and he only wanted an easy fuck?” Akaashi never raised his voice, but his words stung. 

“Yes,” Kiyoomi admitted. But it didn’t matter that he hadn’t spoken to Atsumu yet, he knew how Atsumu would respond.

“Go home right this fucking second and speak to him Sakusa or I swear to god I’m telling him myself.”

Kiyoomi whipped his head around to stare wide eyed at his friend. “You can’t.”

“I can and honestly I’m surprised I’ve held back this long. Do you know how badly you’re hurting Atsumu by ignoring him the way you are because I really don’t think you’ve taken his feelings into consideration.” 

“I’ve done nothing but take his feelings into consideration!” Kiyoomi fought to keep his voice even. He was used to disagreeing with friends, that was part of life, but he wasn’t expecting to argue when he was clearly upset. Kiyoomi was holding back talking to Atsumu because it’s what he thought was right, and having his closest friend tell him he was being selfish wasn’t something he wanted to hear. 

“No. What you’ve been doing is deciding Atsumu’s feelings yourself and running with them without giving him a chance to actually talk to you and tell you how he feels. You went radio silent on him and I understood at first. You needed to get your thoughts straight and figure out what to say, but now you’re being a jerk.” Akaashi pushed his glasses up, staring Kiyoomi down as he spoke.

“A jerk?” Kiyoomi spat back. “The only jerk here is you. You’re supposed to be my friend.”

Akaashi let out an exasperated sigh and brought his hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. “I am your friend. And it’s precisely that reason that I’m saying all of this. Imagine you jerked off to the idea of Atsumu and then all of the sudden he stopped talking to you for a week only to show up, fuck you, and then disappear again immediately after. It wouldn’t feel good no matter how you look at it.”

Kiyoomi frowned as he really thought about it. “He doesn’t know I saw him.” It was a weak protest and Kiyoomi knew it, but past this Akaashi was right. Akaashi was right and Kiyoomi had been an ass. 

“Do you really think that matters right now?”

Kiyoomi shook his head no. “Fuck.”

“Fuck indeed.” Akaashi paused to eye his friend up and down. “How was the sex though?” 

“Really good,” Kiyoomi groaned. “Like really, really good. We were both definitely drunk, but fuck.”

Akaashi laughed at Kiyoomi. “That’s good at least.”

They sat in silence for a few more moments. “I should go talk to him, huh?”

Akaashi nodded. “Thank you Akaashi. You were right Akaashi. Where would I be without you Akaashi?”  Akaashi bumped his shoulder against Kiyoomi’s. 

“Yes yes all of that,” Kiyoomi said with a roll of his eyes.

“Go home. Go talk to Atsumu.”

Kiyoomi stood up and offered his friend a small smile. “Thanks for the tough love.”

Akaashi smiled back. “Anytime.”

When Kiyoomi got back to the apartment he cursed softly, remembering he left his keys at Akaashi’s last night. He raised his fist to knock only to have the door swing open and reveal a disheveled Atsumu. 

“Omi,” Atsumu gasped out. 

“Were you going somewhere?” Kiyoomi asked after a beat of silence, hoping for a no. 

“I was gonna look for ya,” Atsumu admitted, his eyes flicking to Kiyoomi and then back to the doorframe repeatedly. 

“Well. Here I am,” Kiyoomi cringed at himself.

“Here ya are,” Atsumu repeated, still not moving from his spot in the doorway. 

“Can I come in, or…” Kiyoomi trailed off, not sure what else to say. He didn’t want to have this conversation in the hallway, especially not because he knew he was about to pour his heart out to Atsumu and probably be rejected. 

Atsumu stumbled back. “Yeah. Fuck sorry. Yeah come in.”

They both walked to the living room and settled on the couch, an empty cushion between them. The space was small in the grand scheme of things, but it felt like an impassible crater to Kiyoomi. 

Kiyoomi looked up to see Atsumu blushing as he picked at a loose thread on his pants. He had to just spit it out right?

“I’m sorry. For disappearing. Twice.” Kiyoomi looked down when Atsumu turned to face him, still too scared to look him in the eyes. “You’re probably wondering why.”

“I mean…yeah. I thought I did somethin’ that upset ya and then was left in the dark about it. If I hurt ya ya gotta tell me and explain it. I can’t read yer mind. But then,” Atsumu continued before Kiyoomi could respond. “‘Samu said maybe it was all about you and not me and I just…I’m so confused. I thought things were good and then ya vanished and then came back and we had sex and well…I wanted ta talk ta ya about that but ya weren’t here when I woke up.” Atsumu ran his hands through his hair and shook his head. “That was shitty of ya.”

Kiyoomi flinched, but he knew Atsumu was right. It was shitty of him. “I’m sorry, Atsumu. I’ve definitely been dealing with this whole thing horribly. Will you let me explain?”

“That’s all I’ve wanted all week,” Atsumu said, offering Kiyoomi a soft smile. “Go ahead.”

Kiyoomi opened his mouth and then closed it, realizing he didn’t know where to start or what all to say. But when he actually looked at Atsumu, looked at how open and vulnerable he appeared, the words just flowed. “I came home late on Monday and saw you. Heard you saying my name as you jerked off.”

Atsumu’s jaw dropped and his eyes got comically wide. Kiyoomi had no idea how Atsumu was going to respond to the rest of this, but at least he didn’t look mad. “And then I stood in the hallway and got off as I watched you.” 

Kiyoomi felt a blush spread across his cheeks and hid his face in his hands. “I felt so shitty about it. Feel so shitty about it.” His words were slightly muffled by his position but he hoped Atsumu could still understand him. “I didn’t know how I was supposed to face you after I creeped like that.”

“I just need ta get this straight–ya heard me moanin’ yer name and thought you were tha creep?” Atsumu asked.

“Yes,” Kiyoomi groaned, finally looking at Atsumu. “You can jerk off to whoever you want to jerk off to, but I watched you. Without your consent. I’m a horrible person.”

“I don’t care,” Atsumu said, waving his hand. “What I need ta know is: did I look good?”

“Atsumu,” Kiyoomi whined. “Seriously?”

Atsumu threw his hands up but nodded. “Yea I’m serious! Is that why ya decided ta flirt with me when ya came home last night? Ya saw my cock and wanted ta taste it?”

Kiyoomi blushed at the reminder of how he easily sank to his knees for Atsumu last night, but shook his head no. This was it. Time to admit to having a crush for a year on his best friend. “I…I’ve liked you for a long time, Atsumu. I slept with you last night because I have wanted your lips on me for over a year, and I guess we were both finally drunk enough to do something about it. But I know it was just a hookup for you so don’t worry. I’m not expecting anything. I just needed to tell you the truth.” Kiyoomi frowned at Atsumu who looked confused.

“What?” Atsumu reached towards Kiyoomi but dropped his hand before he could touch the other man. “What do ya mean it was just a hookup fer me?”

“Well, you’re fucking Suna too and–”

“What? No. Oh my god no,” Atsumu shook his head back and forth. “I promise I’ll listen to the rest of whatever ya were gonna say, but Suna and I are not fucking. In fact he’s fuckin’ yer cousin.”

“He’s…” Kiyoomi leaned back on the couch and his jaw dropped. Why had he never gotten the name of Komori’s roommate? Why had he never told Komori the name of the man who walked out of Atsumu’s room? “But why was he naked and you in the shower then? Is he cheating on my cousin with you?”

“What?” It seemed to be Atsumu’s favorite word tonight. “Why would yer mind go there? He spilled a drink over tha both of us. We ain’t fuckin’.”

“Oh…” Kiyoomi winced. He had been an idiot. An absolute idiot. 

Atsumu repositioned himself on the couch so he was facing Kiyoomi and one arm was thrown against the back. “Are ya tellin’ me ya avoided me because ya thought I was fuckin’ Sunarin and ya were jealous ?”

Kiyoomi pursed his lips and looked at his steepled fingers. He should have said something sooner. So so much sooner. 

“Omi,” Atsumu started, inching closer to the man. “Do ya still like me?”

“Yes, I don’t think it can just magically go away. I’m sorry if it makes you un-mmph—“ 

Atsumu slapped his hand over Kiyoomi’s mouth. “Ya really like me? Seriously? No jokes?” Atsumu dropped his hand and looked expectantly at Kiyoomi. 

Kiyoomi blinked at Atsumu. He supposed that after everything he had put Atsumu through this past week, being honest was the least he could do. “I really like you. Seriously and with no jokes.”

A grin broke out across Atsumu’s face. “Well good because I really like you seriously and with no jokes as well.”

It was such a goofy confession, but Kiyoomi thinks it might go down as his all time favorite. The smile he gave Atsumu was one that seldom was on his face but that Atsumu had seen often. It held all the happiness Kiyoomi felt. 

“Thank goodness,” Kiyoomi whispered out, a blush creeping across his face again.

Atsumu’s eyes flicked over Kiyoomi’s face, lingering on his lips. “Does this mean we can have sex again?” Atsumu asked, leaning in towards Kiyoomi.

“We most definitely can have sex again,” Kiyoomi chucked, leaning in as well. 

“I do have a request.” Atsumu’s voice was a whisper spoken against Kiyoomi’s lips, delaying the kiss that much longer. “Can ya top this time?”

Kiyoomi responded with a moan and Atsumu bit his bottom lip, pulling it with his teeth. When he let go Kiyoomi brought his arms up to wrap around Atsumu and pressed them together, their first proper kiss after having confessed. 

Kiyoomi’s hands went to Atsumu’s ass and pulled him over to straddle him on the couch. Atsumu rolled his hips, pressing both of their clothed cocks against each other.

“I think about ya all tha time, Omi,” Atsumu confessed. He trailed kisses down Kiyoomi’s jaw, onto his neck, licking a stripe from his shoulder to the underside of his ear. “Can’t wait fer ya ta be in me.”

Kiyoomi’s hands dug into Atsumu’s ass at his words and he tilted his head to the side to give Atsumu better access to his neck. They sat on the couch rutting against each other and making out for a ridiculous amount of time. 

“As much as I’m enjoyin’ this, can we please go to a bedroom and get ya inside me?” Atsumu eventually said between kisses. 

Kiyoomi nodded but held Atsumu closer when he moved to climb off his lap. Atsumu started laughing at that. “Omi, I need ta—“ he stopped talking abruptly when Kiyoomi stood with Atsumu in his arms. Atsumu wrapped his legs around Kiyoomi and stared wide eyed at him as Kiyoomi carried them towards Atsumu’s room this time. 

Atsumu ran his hands up and down Kiyoomi’s biceps, feeling his muscles. “I need ta thank Iwaizumi fer gettin ya into liftin’.”

Kiyoomi snorted. “More like he forces me to come with him to the gym and demands I workout. I hate it.”

Atsumu gave him a shrug. “I don’t know. I think if it means ya can pick me up like it’s nothin’ then it’s worth it.”

Kiyoomi shook his head but gave Atsumu another kiss. “Maybe if you give me more chances to hold you up I’ll want to keep working out.”

“Ya can pick me up ta makeout literally anytime ya want from now on.”

“Yeah?” Kiyoomi said with a smirk, dropping Atsumu down on his bed and splaying a hand out against his chest, keeping Atsumu down so he could stare at him. “I will definitely take you up on that.”

Atsumu started to blush under Kiyoomi’s undivided attention and Kiyoomi loved it. It was a little hard to believe. That Atsumu liked him back. That he got to kiss Atsumu. That they were about to have sex—completely sober this time. 

Kiyoomi’s hand trailed down to Atsumu’s sweats and he hooked his thumb under the fabric to pull it down. Atsumu’s cock sprung free already fully hard and Kiyoomi wrapped a tentative hand around his dick, feeling the weight of it. 

He licked his lips before finally looking back up into Atsumu’s eyes. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to go slow,” he admitted. How many times had he fantasized about this exact scenario? Having Atsumu laid out beneath him, needing Kiyoomi’s cock. 

Atsumu nodded at him. “It’s fine, just get in me.”

“Are you always this impatient?” Kiyoomi chuckled lowly. He used both hands to strip Atsumu of his pants and underwear completely, followed quickly by his shirt. 

“Yeah, is that a problem?”

“No.” Kiyoomi pressed their lips together again and slipped out of his own clothing. He pushed Atsumu to lay down flat and climbed on top of him, gasping into the kiss when Atsumu wrapped a hand around both of their cocks and started stroking them.

They both had been fully hard since the makeout session on the couch, and finally getting a hand on their cocks made them moan in pleasure. Kiyoomi bucked his hips with the movement. 

“Lube? Condoms?” He panted. As much as he loved having Attsumu’s hands on him, Kiyoomi very much wanted to fuck him. 

Atsumu pulled away to feel under his pillow, his hand coming back out moments later with a half empty bottle of lube and a condom. Kiyoomi gave him an odd look.

“What?” Atsumu pouted up at Kiyoomi. “Why are ya judgin’ me?”

“I’m not judging you,” Kiyoomi protested lightly. He was. “Why was it under your pillow?”

“Do ya see a bedside table with drawers?” Atsumu shot back, narrowing his eyes at Kiyoomi. 

Kiyoomi frowned. “Why don’t you have one?”

Atsumu wiggled underneath Kiyoomi into a sitting position, making Kiyoomi sit up as well. “Because? They seem needlessly expensive. I’d rather spend my limited money on other things.”

Kiyoomi glanced around the room and realized it was pretty bare. “I’ll buy you one.”

“Oh?” Atsumu laughed. He popped open the bottle of lube and poured some on his own fingers, clearly tired of waiting for Kiyoomi to get on with it. “Didn’t realize I was gettin’ a Sugar Daddy instead of a boyfriend.”

Warmth bloomed in Kiyoomi’s chest. They hadn’t explicitly said they were dating yet, but he was happy to hear they were on the same page. “I’ll be anything you want me to be as long as I can call you mine.”

“That’s pretty cheesy,” Atsumu said with a grin. He slipped a finger inside himself with a moan, and Kiyoomi watched, his eyes locked on the way Atsumu touched himself.

It was different from the last time he watched Atsumu touch himself. This time it was being done with the intention of loosening him up for Kiyoomi’s dick and the thought alone made his mouth water.

Kiyoomi was serious when he said he wouldn’t be able to go slow earlier. He slipped the condom on himself and slowly pumped his cock keeping it stimulated as he watched Atsumu wiggle around and sink down on two fingers now. He wanted to bend atsumu in half and fuck into him, ruining him for anyone else. He wanted to make Atsumu feel good and cum on his cock.

Atsumu slipped a third finger in and made eye contact with Kiyoomi when he sank them down to the third knuckle. “Fuck, Omi do ya know how long I’ve been thinkin’ about this?”

“Do you touch yourself to the thought of me often?” Kiyoomi asked, eyes back to Atsumu’s hole and the way he was thrusting his own fingers in and out of himself.

“Yes,” Atsumu breathed out. “Touch me. Please.”

Kiyoomi really didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned forward and used a hand to angle Atsumu’s mouth towards his for a kiss, his other hand wrapping around Atsumu’s wrist and making him fuck into himself at a faster pace.

Atsumu whimpered into the kiss. “Please fuck me.”

“You’re so pretty when you beg,” Kiyoomi said as he sat back up to line himself up with Atsumu’s entrance. It was said off-handedly, Kiyoomi not thinking much about it, but the words made Atsumu moan and Kiyoomi’s eyes flickered up to his in surprise. “You like that? Like me calling you pretty?”

Atsumu bit his lip and nodded. He trailed a hand down Kiyoomi’s chest, playing with a nipple as he went. “Yeah. I like bein’ pretty fer ya.”

Kiyoomi dropped his head to Atsumu’s shoulder and he took a few deep breaths. Atsumu was going to ruin him. But he thought maybe he would be okay with that. As long as he ruined Atsumu right back.

He brought their lips together again and finally started to slowly push in, moving hesitantly, not wanting to hurt Atsumu. But Atsumu was impatient. He wrapped his legs around Kiyoomi’s waist and pulled tightly, forcing Kiyoomi in deeper and making them both groan in pleasure.

Once Kiyoomi was buried in to the hilt, he propped himself up on his forearms, caging Atsumu in and playing with the strands of hair he could reach. Last night they had fucked doggy style and while Kiyoomi really had enjoyed that, he was glad he could see Atsumu’s face like this. He pulled out to the tip slowly before harshly thrusting into Atsumu. Atsumu threw his head as far back as he could, his mouth open in a silent o, pleasure clear on his face.

“You’re so fucking pretty, Atsumu,” Kiyoomi repeated. He bit Atsumu’s neck softly as he started to piston his hips in and out of Atsumu, soft moans on his lips. 

Atsumu dug one hand in Kiyoomi’s hair and the other bit into his shoulder, blunt nails scraping down his back. 

“Feel so good,” Atsumu gasped out, not even trying to touch his own dick, instead just trying to keep up with everything Kiyoomi was giving him.

Kiyoomi shifted up to his knees and held onto Atsumu’s hips, angling him up so each thrust would hit his prostate. He picked up his pace once he got it right, enjoying the sight below him.

Attsumu’s head thrashed and he started to mumble praises about how good it all felt. Kiyoomi drank it all in greedily. Too soon, Kiyoomi felt himself getting close.

“Can you cum untouched?” Kiyoomi asked, eyeing Atsumu’s weeping cock. 

“I–” Atsumu gasped as Kiyoomi continued to move at a rapid pace. “Dunno. Never tried it before.”

Kiyoomi licked his lips. This was definitely a challenge he was willing to take on. “Okay well, you’re going to do it today.”

Atsumu moaned as he fisted his hands in the sheets by his head. “Yes.”

“Good boy,” Kiyoomi whispered. He bent back down to kiss Atsumu and felt himself spill into the condom, his hips stuttering as he did.

“Wait,” Atusmu whined when Kiyoomi finally pulled back from the kiss.

Kiyoomi pulled his cock almost all the way out before slamming right back in, fucking into Atsumu faster than before, acting as though he hadn’t just came. “What?”

But Atsumu shook his head and bit his lip. His eyes were shut tight and when he stopped biting his lip soft moans spilled out of him again. Kiyoomi had never been happier that he pushed himself to overstim when he masturbated. It didn’t matter that he already came, he was going to keep fucking Atsumu until he spilled between them just from being split open with Kiyoomi’s cock.

“Close,” Atsumu gasped. He was moving his hips to meet each of Kiyoomi’s thrusts. His legs tightened around Kiyoomi’s waist and then he was cumming with a shout.

Kiyoomi continued to fuck Atsumu through his orgasm, his hand finally coming to Atsumu’s cock to pump the last bit of cum out of it.

Atsumu’s whole body twitched when Kiyoomi finally pulled out. He tossed the condom to the side and then bent down to lick Atsumu’s cum off his chest. Atsumu’s eyes rolled back and he brought his hands to Kiyoomi’s hair, pulling him up for a kiss, the taste of Atsumu’s release still on Kiyoomi’s mouth.

They laid in bed, wrapped up in each other until Atsumu started to complain about the drying lube between his legs. They took their time in the shower, cleaning each other slowly, soft kisses pressed to every inch of exposed skin.

“So,” Atsumu said slowly. They were laying on the couch, Kiyoomi on top of Atsumu and Atsumu playing with Kiyoomi’s hair. “Just ta make sure, are ya my boyfriend now?”

Kiyoomi turned his head so his chin was resting on Atsumu’s sternum. “I mean, yes? I want to be if that’s what you’re asking.”

Atsumu grinned at him. “Cool.”

“You’re so lame,” Kiyoomi laughed, hiding his blushing face in Atsumu’s chest. “We have to tell everyone.”

“Hmm,” Atsumu hummed as he started playing with Kiyoomi’s hair again. “Well, it is Saturday. Don’t we usually see ‘Samu, Akaashi, and Komori fer dinner? We can just tell them then. Oh!” he tapped Kiyoomi’s side so he could sit up. Kiyoomi moved with a grumble. He wanted to stay cuddled up and didn’t appreciate moving to a sitting position at all.

“‘We should invite Suna,” Atsumu laughed. “He’ll be mad if he isn’t there for tha big reveal.”

Kiyoomi shook his head. “Did you know they have a ship name for us? At least Komori does and said he talks to a lot of people about us so I’m assuming that means your brother and Akaashi.”

“Really?” Atsumu snorted. He was typing something on his phone and only half paying attention.

Kiyoomi frowned. “Pay attention to me,” he whined. He reached out to push Atsumu’s hands down and Atsumu made eye contact with a laugh.

“Yes, Omi Omi?”

Kiyoomi blushed under the attention even though he had demanded it. He didn’t actually have anything else to say, he didn’t need Atsumu’s full attention, but he had wanted it. “Uh, does Suna like Komori?” He floundered for a topic. 

Atsumu’s eyebrows shot up. “Why? Does Komori like Suna?”

They had a stare off, neither one wanting to admit their friends crush least the other man not be interested. Eventually Atsumu sighed. “Yeah he wants ta ask him out.”

Kiyoomi grinned. “Good. Then I can properly meet him as Komori’s boyfriend and threaten to cut his dick off if he hurts him.”

Atsumu eyed his boyfriend. “Yer kinda scary.”

“I know.”

The two of them stood outside of Osamu’s door, Kiyoomi frantically picking at strands of his hair. “Are you sure I look okay?” Kiyoomi asked for the hundredth time since he got ready. 

Atsumu pushed himself up on his toes to give Kiyoomi a soft kiss. “Ya look amazing. If I had it my way we would go back ta ours and have sex in every room we haven’t fucked in yet.”

Kiyoomi snorted. “Does the bathroom count? Those were just blowjobs.” They couldn’t stop touching each other since this morning, both continuously surprised they were together now and could touch without restraint. 

“Nah, we should fuck there in tha mornin’,” Atsumu said as though they were scheduling some appointment. “And tonight we can fuck on tha couch? Wait! How do ya feel about tha kitchen counter?”

Kiyoomi raised a single eyebrow and looked Atsumu up and down. He was pretty sure Atsumu could convince him to have sex anywhere he wanted. But before he could tell him that, the door swung open to a manically grinning Komori. 

“Hello you two,” he said, wagging his eyebrows. “Did I hear you talking about having sex?”

Atsumu blushed but Kiyoomi pushed past his cousin with a roll of his eyes. “Get everyone in one room so we can just tell you all once.”

“SAKUATSU ARE FINALLY TOGETHER,” Komori yelled, running to the kitchen ahead of them, not bothering to get the full story. “RIN YOU OWE ME TEN THOUSAND YEN!”

Atsumu made his way to the kitchen to glare at Suna who was pulling his wallet out. “Ya bet on us gettin’ together? And ya thought we wouldn’t?”

Kiyoomi had trailed behind Atsumu. He wrapped his arms around Atsumu’s waist and rested his chin on his shoulder. If they all knew then he was going to touch Atsumu as much as he wanted. 

“No, I simply thought you would fuck it up and not get together for another week,” Suna said with a sigh. “Thanks for fucking that up for me.” He handed the bills to Komori who cackled with glee.

“I’m going to buy something so cursedly annoying with this money and annoy the ever living fuck out of you with it.”

Suna rolled his eyes, but a soft smile spread across his lips. Kiyoomi hid his own smile in Atsumu’s shoulder. If Suna always looked at Komori like that then maybe he wouldn’t have to threaten him. He didn’t have anything to worry about. 

Kiyoomi turned his attention to Akaashi who was pulling Osamu’s wallet out of his pocket as he moped. 

“Babe, just let me keep tha money,” Osamu whined softly. 

“No, I don’t think I will. There’s this new book series I want to start and this will help fund that. Thank you for your generosity.”

“You two bet on us as well?“ Kiyoomi frowned. Why were all of their friends betting on their love life?

“Yes, and it looks like team Sakusa won,” Akaashi said, turning to grin at him. “Atsumu’s side had absolutely no faith in him.”

“Hey!” Atsumu shouted, glaring at his brother and friend. “What tha fuck?”

“Technically I’m against tha two of ya completely,” Osamu said, turning his own glare on Kiyoomi. “If ya ever fuck off again and leave ‘Tsumu hangin’ like that I’ll come find ya and kill ya.”

Kiyoomi gulped and nodded. “It won’t happen again.”

“It better not.”

“‘Samu,” Atsumu whined. He detached himself from Kiyoomi completely to go sling an arm around his brother. “Come on. Give us yer approval.”

“No.” Osamu twisted in Atsumu’s arms to hold him in a headlock. “If he doesn’t make ya cry fer a month I’ll give it. And he has ta do somethin’ ta impress me.”

“I can get us into that new restaurant downtown,” Kiyoomi said, watching the twin’s exchange with a soft smile. He found himself happy that Osamu wasn’t going to just brush over the way he had hurt Atsumu. He was glad Atsumu was surrounded by people who cared so much. And if he could impress Atsumu’s twin with a simple dinner reservation, well, why wouldn’t he?

Osamu paused at Kiyoomi’s words, his head snapping up to look at him. “ Manger ?” Kiyoomi nodded. “Bullshit.”

“Seriously. The owner knows my parents. I’m sure he’d love to have us,” Kiyoomi spoke as he pulled his phone out, moving to send an email to reserve six seats. Hopefully by next week Suna and Komori would have their shit sorted out too.

Osamu let Atsumu go with a nod. “Okay I’ve considered everythin’ and I approve of this relationship.”

Atsumu’s jaw dropped. “Ya haven’t considered shit! Ya just wanna use my boyfriend fer his connections!”

“Hey can Komori and I get in on this dinner too?” Suna asked from where he was still seated at the table. The twins continued to bicker, but everyone tuned it out. 

“Oh yeah!” Komori bounced on his toes. “I heard from my dad they had amazing dessert eclairs."

Kiyoomi nodded. “I already asked for a table for six.”

“So does everyone approve of us now that ya’ve gotten somethin’ outta my boyfriend?” Atsumu huffed, walking back over to Kiyoomi and wrapping his arms around him. 

Kiyoomi gave him a peck on the cheek. “I don’t mind. Just gives me an excuse to get you dressed up and take you out.”

“Disgusting,” Akaashi said with a gag. “Keep the couple talk and PDA out of Osamu’s apartment.”

“No,” Kiyoomi smirked before kissing Atsumu on the lips, opening his mouth to deepen it as they were met with cheers from Komori and Suna and groans from Akaashi and Osamu. 

It was weird, Kiyoomi thought as they gathered around Osamu’s kitchen table to share plates of food and laugh together, weird in the sense that now when he stole glances at Atsumu he didn’t have to turn away when caught. It was weird that now Atsumu laced their hands together any chance he got. It was weird that it all felt so normal, so natural to be with Atsumu. It was a good weird though, so Kiyoomi wasn’t going to think too hard about it. 

At some point, Komori had dragged Atsumu to the side. From where Kiyoomi was standing all he could see was the feral smile on Komori’s face as he spoke, and when Atsumu finally returned to his side he looked pale but refused to tell Kiyoomi what Komori had said. Looks like both of them got the protective relative talk. 

They had their normal weekly dinner together, and the only thing that changed were the open glances they now shared, the soft brush of fingertips. Suna was a new face at the table, but not an unwelcome one. Especially not when Kiyoomi saw the way he smiled softly at Komori.

Kiyoomi could get used to this. In fact, he already had.