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Kiyoomi realizes he doesn’t detest standing close to Miya on public transport. He also finds out that Atsumu can sing.
In other words: the transformation that changes Miya to Atsumu.
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Sakusa Kiyoomi has an amazing memory and an even more amazing right hook. He uses both to do what he thinks is best: protect Miya Atsumu from anyone who tries to hurt him. Really doesn't help that his unchecked jealousy issues have him thinking he can blow someone up with his mind just for looking at Miya Atsumu though.
Kiyoomi has been in love with his best friend Atsumu for too long now. Maybe he should stop looking at engagement rings before they're even together. Maybe he should be careful with Atsumu's twin brother hating his very guts. Everything will be fine as long as he can keep Atsumu happy.
Right?
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Kiyoomi’s current problem: Everyone adores the new barista working in his cat cafe.
All of his regulars seem to love Atsumu and his cats cling onto the blond as if he was their new best friend. Sure, Atsumu is charming, attractive and makes the best damn coffee Kiyoomi’s ever tasted, but Kiyoomi still doesn’t get it.
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In which it takes a pinch of stupidity, an unholy amount of caffeine and some cosmic feline-intervention for Kiyoomi to get it together and maybe ask Atsumu out.
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NOT CLICKBAIT: Watch As Osaka Man Nearly Destroys Brother's Relationship by abandonedmilkfactory
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
22 Jun 2022
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“Helping Suna find a ring this weekend…” Sakusa paused. “That was…nice…of you.”
“Can’t say I never did nothin’ for other people.” Atsumu said smugly. “Plus, it wasn’t a complete waste of time. I get some fun out of it too.”
Sakusa cocked his head to the side. “How so?”
Atsumu grinned wider, showing all of his teeth. “I helped ‘Samu pick out an engagement ring for Sunarin three weeks ago. Can’t wait to see how this plays out."
Sakusa Kiyoomi honestly didn’t mean to get pulled into Miya Atsumu’s mess.
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ISO someone who can cook well to make me food. I will buy your groceries and let you use my nice kitchen in exchange. This is unfortunately not a joke.
Hi. Thanks for opening my ad. I (23 M, living in Yanesan district) can’t cook to save my life and my profession hinges on me not withering away into a husk.
I’m looking for someone who enjoys cooking (and is very good at it) to make a mutually beneficial deal with.
Pro-volleyball player Kiyoomi has a nice kitchen, a decent grocery budget, and an unfortunate and absolute inability to cook. College student and aspiring restaurateur Atsumu has a single rusty hotplate buried under a mountain of his roommates' stuff, a hoard of expensive cooking equipment, and enough money in his wallet for two cups of instant ramen. Maybe three.
They strike a deal.
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When Miya Atsumu gets off on the wrong foot with a certain Sakusa Kiyoomi on the first day of practice for MSBY Black Jackals, he vows to avoid the stuck-up spiker as much as he can, even while on the same volleyball team. And it would've been a good plan--if Atsumu didn't meet Sakusa again at group therapy that very night.
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“Omi, was it?” And there’s the voice that Sakusa so desperately wishes he could ignore. He turns to meet the catcher’s gaze anyway.
“Kiyoomi. I prefer Sakusa.”
“Right, Omi. Ya pitch?”
“According to my contract.”
“Listen,” Atsumu adjusts himself once more so he’s relaxed along the chair rather than sitting on the cushion properly—legs again propped onto the armrest, “I’m gonna be yer catcher nine times outta ten and I love this game. We can both at least agree that a workin’ relationship would be beneficial for the both of us.”
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finally called up to the majors, kiyoomi is thrilled to be playing baseball just as he always dreamed. until he realizes that playing at this level includes playing nice with miya atsumu—baseball's walking media circus. surely the media couldn't be that wrong about the hot-head catcher, right?
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“Omi, was it?” And there’s the voice that Sakusa so desperately wishes he could ignore. He turns to meet the catcher’s gaze anyway.
“Kiyoomi. I prefer Sakusa.”
“Right, Omi. Ya pitch?”
“According to my contract.”
“Listen,” Atsumu adjusts himself once more so he’s relaxed along the chair rather than sitting on the cushion properly—legs again propped onto the armrest, “I’m gonna be yer catcher nine times outta ten and I love this game. We can both at least agree that a workin’ relationship would be beneficial for the both of us.”
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finally called up to the majors, kiyoomi is thrilled to be playing baseball just as he always dreamed. until he realizes that playing at this level includes playing nice with miya atsumu—baseball's walking media circus. surely the media couldn't be that wrong about the hot-head catcher, right?
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Atsumu wonders who could be there as he approaches his door, wonders who needs to see him so badly they’d brave the rain.
He flings the door open, unbothered by the cartoon foxes printed all over his pajama pants. He’s expecting to see his brother, or maybe a teammate in need of a favor. The last thing he expects is Sakusa Kiyoomi.
Kiyoomi has only ever known how to love someone quietly. Atsumu is the polar opposite. Perhaps things would’ve been easier if they weren’t such prideful bastards.
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What Sakusa says is this:
"I told Kuroo-san I would do it, but I thought you should hear it from me." What Atsumu says, in all his infinite eloquence and quick-tongued wit is:
"Wuh?" Sakusa sneers.
"Congratulations, Miya, until the end of Terushima-san's party, we're officially dating."
or: Atsumu needs a fake date. Sakusa needs a fake boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?