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Clutching on the dandelion on his hands, he looks up to his sister, smiling widely also holding a dandelion. "Did you know, Kiyoomi, that once you blow all the seeds on a dandelion with a single breathe, the person you love will love you back?", she says, looking at the dandelion with wonder in her eyes.
Kiyoomi tilts his head. Wondering how on earth could a flower grant something so grand. "How?", he asks, curious on what the answer is.
"Just because," she says "do you not think it's something magical? it could be romantic even".
Scrunching his nose, he thought, romantic? What's romantic about wistfully thinking about something that's not likely to happen?
Hearing giggles from his sister, his pout deepens. "For a seven year old, you sure are cynical about things like this." Ruffling his hair, she stood up, "Let's go, Kiyo."
Standing up, looking at the sunset beyond his eyes, "It's not that I disagree about the idea, I just find it weird", he says, holding up to his sister's hand.
"Maybe someday you wouldn't find it weird."
Kiyoomi looks at the dandelion in his hands, holding it up to his face, inhaling deeply then blows it. White puffs flows on the air as he watched, eyes filled with fascination as the puffs in the air goes around them. Looking at the stem, he notices some of the seeds are still intact. He looks at his sister, distraught. "Does this mean the person I love won't love me back?"
His sister looks at him wide eyed then softens. She gathered him on her arms. On instinct he hugs her neck as the stem of the dandelion fall down on the ground.
"That means you just have to keep on doing that until all the puffs flows into the air, don't worry your little head about it. You love us right? And we love you."
Patting his head softly, he hugs his sister tightly, hiding his face unto her neck. His sister laughs slightly on his antics. "Let's go home."
Pain, pain is only what he feels right now. Okay, maybe he's a little bit tired. This rally have been going on for hours. Just one more, on more score. Exhaustion now in his joints, the ache in his thighs. Gods, when will this be over.
"Can't ya just hit the ball already?!"
As much as he wants to reprehend the blonde, it's not like he disagreed. He can only roll his eyes as the ball finally went into their zone.
"Fuckin' finally," he heard Atsumu mumbles. Chuckling slightly he went into position. The ache in his thighs almost made him want to fall down unto the ground, but not yet, not now. "Omi-kun!", he heard Atsumu shout then he went up and spiked it down.
Cheers erupts as they won. He collapsed unto the ground, groaning slightly as he can finally relax. "Omi-omi!", opening his eyes, he saw Atsumu, kneeling in front of him, concern filling the warm honey like eyes he have.
Squinting, since when did Atsumu look so angelic? With the lights behind him, he somehow looks like an angel within the stars. He must be loosing his mind. He definitely is loosing his mind as he wraps his hands around Atsumu's waist leaning unto his shoulders then slowly succumbs into sleep.
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He sits up from his bed, wide eyed. Blushing furiously, what the fuck Kiyoomi? Despite being sleepy at that time, he remembers what happened, very vividly, much to his dismay. He remembers waking up into Atsumu's back as he carries Kiyoomi on the way to the locker rooms. He remembers the bow he gave to Atsumu, apologizing then slams his face into the lockers. To his defense, that was completely on accident. But despite all of that what stays on his mind was the way of how angelic Atsumu looks while kneeling beside him when he collapsed. If he doubted that he was loosing his mind, there's no denying it now.
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Walking unto the aisles, only remembering what he was here for, he went to the milk aisle. He's been out of his mind since he woke up. Distracted by those honey eyes. Cursing his thoughts, he internally shoved his thoughts away then determinedly focuses his task on hand. Searching for the specific milk he had in mind. Finally finding it, he reaches for it only to find out that he's not the only one reaching for it too.
Frowning he's about to say something but stops for he sees the honey eyes he's been thinking about.
"Omi-Omi!"
Great.
"Hands off, Miya," he says."I've had it first."
"No fair, Omi-kun!", pouting slightly. Kiyoomi rolls his eyes but internally cursed his mind again for thinking that Atsumu's cute.
"Since you insist, here ya go, Omi-kun," he hands Kiyoomi the milk "since I'm such a nice person."
"You're nowhere near nice, Miya"
"Mean!"
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Frowning slightly he looks at Miya, wondering what he did in his past life to experience this. But he supposes that he isn't that bad of a company. He somehow helps him a bit, making it a little bit faster. He ignores the warmth of his cheeks and the fluttering of his stomach as he thinks this is a bit domestic.
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"Hey Omi, want to have dinner?", Atsumu looks at him, curse those eyes, he hopes the flush on his face flushing isn't that bad, thank gods for the wonders of his mask.
Hearing nothing, Atsumu goes near at Kiyoomi, eyes wide, pout forming and really, who can say no to that face. Definitely not Sakusa Kiyoomi, probably.
Sighing internally, "Fine." He can practically see how Atsumu beams.
"Great! Cuz I know a really great place."
Said place was none other than Onigiri Miya, really he shouldn't be surprised anymore. He watches as Miya goes to the counter. He chuckles slightly when he saw Miya get knuckled down on the head. He sits next to Atsumu, as the latter still complains to his brother. Reaching for his bag, he searches for his sanitizer.
Freezing slightly, he opens his bag widely then frantically searches for his sanitizer. He only stops when he saw a hand to his front. He looks over to Atsumu, who smiles lightly, "Use this Omi-kun, it might be not in your standards, but having this is great than having none, right?"
Well, he's right, this sanitizer is absolutely not to his standards and having this is great than none. He reluctantly receives the sanitizer, ignoring the flutter on his stomach again. Atsumu grins widely as he looks over to him. Seeing those honey like eyes all over again.
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Closing his eyes, he thinks it's time. Time to stop denying. He likes Atsumu. He likes likes Atsumu. He doesn't know what drove him into this conclusion. Was it that time where he helped him when he was stretching? That time when he gave him wipes? That time where he drove away the reporters? That time where he saw him smiling? That time where he saw him laughing so freely?
Gods, Kiyoomi has it's bad. He needs to breathe.
Luckily for him, there's no practice today.
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He went to that place where he remembers coming along with his sister. Laying on the ground, with a blanket under him, he looks up to the sky and asks why? Why him?
Closing his eyes, he remembers his eyes, those damned eyes, warm honey hues that keep him awake at night.
Cause I'm in a field of dandelions.
Wishing on every one that you'll be mine.
Sitting up, he saw dandelions, biting his lips, he picks one up then closes it up on his face. Damn his seven year old self. Sure it's weird, but he's having none of it now. Smiling slightly, he finally understood why his sister thought this was romantic and magical. Inhaling deeply then he blows on it.
Closing his eyes, remembering those eyes.
Opening his eyes, he saw the white puffs around him. Looking at the stem, his eyes widening that he saw none of the seeds are still intact.
He laughs, loud. Happy. Disbelieving. Embarrassed. Closing his eyes, remembering those warm honey hued eyes.
And I see forever in your eyes
I feel okay when I see you smile