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Atsumu was glad he had worn the robe as he prepared another order from behind stall counter. The summer heat now was getting to him, and he had only been working for the last hour when Osamu took his break to visit around before the evening rush started again. Next to him, Kiyoomi was manning the cash counter and the orders. He had decided to wear gloves while tending change, and the first five minutes, watching him struggle to pick up currency had been vaguely interesting.
“One Tsuna Mayo and Salmon” Kiyoomi called out and Atsumu set them, along with other orders.
“Omi-kun, this is Tsuna Mayo, Salmon roe, umeboshi, and this is salmon.” The customers seemed satisfied and there was another lull.
“Tsumu, Kiyoomi-kun, you both can leave now. I’ll man the shop with yer ma, until Samu comes back. The dance is starting soon.” Atsumu’s dad said, wearing his apron. Atsumu turned his back to Kiyoomi nudging him to untie his apron. They both washed their hands, Kiyoomi more fervently than Atsumu and then Atsumu had is palm up again. Kiyoomi took it with a smile, and said bye to his dad.
“Omi-kun, the dances are the best to watch. My grandma and ma used to dance when they were younger as well ya know. That’s how she met my dad. But it will be a bit crowded, but don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.” Kiyoomi smiled. There was no big monster out to harm Kiyoomi, and as for his worry, he had already decided to take a steaming hot bath with 1/5 part disinfectant in the water.
He let Atsumu guide him near the steps of the shrine again, where an area had been cleared up, people were standing in the corner, and Atsumu circled the crowd, standing next to where Motoya, Osamu and Suna stood. They moved around until Osamu was next to him, holding Suna from the back, and Motoya on his other side, shielding him from the crowd. Atsumu stood behind him, his chins on his shoulder and arms around so that no one would accidentally brush against him from behind. Atsumu was always willing to put himself between the world and Kiyoomi for his germaphobia and as they stood to watch young boys and girls in matching yukatas dancing to drums, he felt at ease too.
“Did you dance as a kid as well?” He asked Atsumu, but it was Osamu who answered.
“We both did until middle school. Our grandma and grandpa would bring us for practice but the scrub always disappeared halfway. I replaced him as the centre.” Osamu answered with a smirk, and Kiyoomi expected Atsumu to retaliate, but the elder twin just nuzzled more into his neck.
“I let you have the centre position because Mina-chan had a crush on you then. I thought you’d grow some and ask her out, but you idiot just fought with her for her candies.” Osamu looked down, a bit miffed but Atsumu was having fun.
“I didn’t know she could even tell you and me apart. And the candies were from the states, her dad worked there.”
Were the Miya twins having a fight about some girl 10 years ago? Yes, they were. Was he surprised? No.
He looked at Suna to check up on him but the other was recording the dance, an arm around Osamu’s waist.
“She could because she liked you. If you had asked her to be your girlfriend, she’d be baking muffins and whatnot from all the imported chocolate for ya’ throughout middle school, but you truly are foolish, aren’t ya.” Atsumu huffed.
“Rin, would you dress up as a bakery chef and make me muffins from imported chocolate?” Osamu turned to his boyfriend.
“Roleplay, and store-bought” was the reply. Suna didn’t even look up from his phone, whereas Kiyoomi felt his face go red. Was this conversation normal? Would Atsumu wear costumes if he asked him? He was sure that he had an elevated heart rate, and that Atsumu could feel it.
“Yah, you two, keep your disgusting habits away from my Omi-kun. We don’t want your nastiness.” Atsumu spoke, arms tightening around Kiyoomi, who was pliant.
“Yer saying as if the two of you haven’t done equally nasty things,” Osamu grumbled and for a moment, both of them stilled.
Atsumu’s froze stiff for a second, but then his palm was tracing shapes on Kiyoomi’s forearms again and the younger squeezed it just for a second before leaning further back. Atsumu moved them some steps back, and Kiyoomi followed, eyes on the beautiful designs the traditional fans and yukata’s made as they moved.
His expression was usual, the one that drove people away yet all the other three seem to have noticed something. This time, it was Sakusa who guided them through the crowd, taking up the stairs to the shrine and back by the wall, into the clearing with the bench again.
Suna had recorded the dance and he was sure that there would be a similar performance the next day as well.
“Love are you all right?” Kiyoomi asked Atsumu.
“No, I am damn pissed and am going to bash Samu’s head. Idiot, going on and assuming weirdest of the things. Do you know Omi-kun, his brain works on animal instincts, food and sex. That’s all he needs. To be clubbing you with him, that scrub. If it didn’t hurt ma, I would have actually killed him by now.” Atsumu was furious and Kiyoomi sat on the bench, facing him, both palms out. It was less than a heartbeat when Atsumu entwined their fingers, and he let himself be tugged forward into a kiss.
When they broke away, possibly a considerable amount of time had passed as the pink sky was purple now, and Kiyoomi enjoyed the view of the stars without light pollution in the sky. Atsumu’s eyes shined like someone had put stars in there as well.
“Will we be sleeping on your floor at the futon today again?” Kiyoomi asked. He did not mind it, but if another option was available he would enjoy it. He was a professional sportsperson, and he deserved to enjoy his break.
“Nah, in fact, we won’t be staying at my place at all. I talked to mom and dad, and today, we’ll stay at grandma’s place. She tells wonderful stories, and tomorrow, we will go out to the rice farm to visit Kita-san and stay at his grandma’s place. You’ll like her.” Atsumu smiled, and Kiyoomi felt a small chuckle escape him, followed by another.
“What Omi-kun, why are you laughing? “ Atsumu was whining again and leaned against his shoulder.
“When you’d come to Tokyo to play with all your cheerleading squad and army of fans, I thought you would be at least as sleazy as your smile. We had some of them in Tokyo, who enjoyed their popularity in high school sports like that. And you were what, the best face in volleyball that year right?”
Atsumu nodded, he was proud of it, if only because it was Samu’s last year then and yet he had been selected ending the debate about the better-looking twin.
“I just never thought that the only girls you would be popular with are grandma’s.” Kiyoomi laughed again and this time Atsumu joined him.
“I’ll let you know Omi-kun, those are the hardest to impress.”
They sat there in silence, enjoying it.
“I feel like anytime now, Bokuto-kun is going to come slapping our backs saying something or the other about Akaashi-san.” Atsumu confessed and then Kiyoomi and he were laughing again.
“I like it, you know. Eternally gentle love. It suits you, the force to be eternal, to withstand anything and yet your fingers, every ball you set is gentle. Everytime you look at me, palms up,it is gentle. When I kiss you, your lips they are gentle. And when I am unsure about myself, you always bring me ot the present, your words are gentle.” They sat like that, head leaning on each other, enjoying the evening sky.
“You too Omi-kun. I know you hate getting your feathers ruffled but you’re so nice to me, always. Even when you are mean to me. You hold my hand, kiss me dumb, score my sets, pass perfectly for me to have easy sets, hug me when I am asleep and listen to me about everything, even though I am sure your ears bleed. I used to think that you were different, not like habits but fate wise. Every time I’d be defeated by you, I’d think that this is what you were meant to be, better than everyone else, and I hated that I wasn’t the best. But I’d think that ah, he’s meant for it. But then, when I saw you after the last match, you were so, lonely. The best highschool ace, alone after his last match. I think we are better together, simply because we can both be great and legends and not be alone. Agh, now I want to hit some serves.” Atsumu grumbled at the last part, and Kiyoomi smiled.
“I received almost all of the one that you tried last time, let’s see if the next time is any different.”
“Omi-kun, I’ll let you know that I’ll defeat you.” Atsumu declared, turning to him, and Kiyoomi smiled. His heart right now, was also gentle, and instead of engaging in their usual banter, he strived forward to kiss him again.
This time, they broke away when the whistle of a firework launched in the sky tore through the night. They both looked up to see the explosion in time, a beautiful silver against the dark sky.