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“Got any plans for the spring break, Omi-kun?” Atsumu asked, leaning forward to stretch.
“Not in particular.” Kiyoomi responded, in a tone far more suspicious than Atsumu thought he deserved.
“Want to spend it with me?”
“In your hovel of a flat? I don’t think so, Miya.” KIyoomi wrinkled his nose.
“Hah, no.” Atsumu snorted. “I’m going back to Hyogo, got a spare room in our house if you want it. it’ll be nice, it’s peaceful in the country.”
“Won’t I be intruding on your family time?”
“Samu won’t mind and Ma would love to see a new face. Sunarin can’t talk because he comes too. It’s just us four usually.” Atsumu explained and Kiyoomi silently noted the lack of mentioning a father. “Come on, Omi-kun. I promise it’ll be good for you.”
“Spending time with you will be good for me?” Kiyoomi bites and instantly regrets it. Gods, let me die now and be rid of this festering crush, he thought. It just felt so instinctual to use sharp words and deflect before he could even realise he was doing it.
“No.” Atsumu said softly, almost as if he knew what Kiyoomi was doing (he did know, he knew Kiyoomi very well). “To spend time away from the city, get some peace and quiet in the country side. It’ll be good for you.”
All Kiyoomi had to do was give him an incredulous look and the setter heaved a dramatic sigh.
“Omi-kun.”
“Miya.”
“It’s lovely back home, I promise. Our house is basically in the middle of nowhere and it’s just fields. It’s close to the coast too so we drive down to the beach a lot. We have a dog and two cats, mine and Samu’s. Great unpolluted view of the stars too.” When Atsumu talked about his home, his voice took on his softer quality that Kiyoomi rarely heard, but he just sounded like he cared about it so much.
“Fine.” The words surprised even Kiyoomi as they left his mouth almost unconsciously. “Stop your… stop advertising.” He muttered.
“Really?”
“Yes, whatever. Book the tickets before I change my mind. And send me how much they cost; I’ll transfer –“
“None of that!” Atsumu said firmly. “You’re going to be my guest, I invited you, I’m not letting you pay for your ticket. Ma raised me better than to do that. Don’t expect to be paying for much in Hyogo either.”
“You realise I’m not exactly short on money, don’t you?”
“Don’t care!” Atsumu grinned before it softened. “I’m glad you said yes though, you won’t regret it.”
“I better not.” Kiyoomi grumbled.
“I’ll send you the ticket tonight when I buy it.”
True to his word, later that night after Kiyoomi had finished his dinner, his phone pinged, getting the attention of his cousin, Motoya, who he was on a video call with on his laptop. “Someone’s text going through your Do Not Disturb?” Motoya asked, eyebrows raised as Kiyoomi picked up his phone to check the ticket.
“Yeah.” Kiyoomi replied absent-mindedly before he realised. “Just Miya.”
“Miya Atsumu’s texts go through your Do Not Disturb?” Motoya’s curious expression morphed into a delighted one. “Kiyo!”
“Motoya.” Kiyoomi gave him a deadpan look. “Don’t act like you don’t already know.”
“That you’re in love?” Motoya swooned on the other end.
“I’ll hang up.” Kiyoomi threatened, reaching out to shut the laptop off.
“No, no, wait! Don’t! What did he text you?”
“Train ticket.”
“To?” Motoya urged.
“Hyogo. He invited me to spend the break with him and his family.”
“Kiyoomi!” Motoya sat up straight, eyes wide. “You’re spending spring break with him? And his family?”
“I’ve already met Osamu-san and Suna-san so really it’s just his mother that’s new.” Kiyoomi brushed it off like he wasn’t freaking out internally about meeting Atsumu’s mother.
“Meeting the parent huh, it feels like you’re doing this out of sorts. Aren’t you meant to start dating the man before you meet his mother?”
“Fuck you.” Kiyoomi left the call. Seconds later his phone buzzed.
Motoya
I’M SORRY
I hate you.
no u don’t
Yes. I do.
And I’m not telling you about my trip.
Have a good holiday, Motoya.
wait
kiyo
no
come back
KIYO
Read 8:32PM
It was rainy when they left Kyoto and Atsumu threw up the middle finger at the clouds when they got on their train. “Good riddance.”
Kiyoomi pretended he didn’t almost laugh. “Don’t like Kyoto?” He asked instead.
“No, I do like Kyoto.” You’re there after all, goes unsaid. “I just miss home and this seems like a good send-off.”
“So it won’t be raining when we get off this train in Hyogo?” Kiyoomi raised an eyebrow.
“No, of course not.” Atsumu said so confidently, flashing that crooked smile and gleaming eyes Kiyoomi’s way and the spiker swore his heart skipped a beat. That was concerning.
“Holding you to that.” Kiyoomi murmured.
The train journey from Kyoto to Hyogo wasn’t very long, what with them being neighbouring prefectures but Kiyoomi brought a book to read during the journey. It was quite pleasant and quiet, with him engrossed in his book and Atsumu watching something, no doubt a game, on his phone with his headphones resting atop his blond locks.
Loathe as Kiyoomi was to admit it, Atsumu was right. As the train pulled into the station, the glaring light of the sun filtered through the windows. “See, sun. Told you.” Atsumu said.
“Whatever. How are we leaving this station?”
“Samu and Sunarin got here yesterday, said they’d come pick us up.” Atsumu stretched. “Neither of them likes driving though, so I’ll probably drive back.”
“You drive?” Kiyoomi sounded absolutely flabbergasted, as if the notion of Atsumu driving was by far the most bizarre thing ever.
“Yes? Samu isn’t the fondest and my mother doesn’t like to either now that she’s older. So, it’s just me. When Samu and I aren’t home, Kita-san helps Ma out if she needs it. He’s got a massive truck.”
“Kita-san?”
“Our volleyball team captain in my second year. Shinsuke Kita. Gods, Omi he was the best guy around. He was so considerate and caring. I had a crush on him that year I’m pretty sure.” Atsumu admitted and Kiyoomi pretended the flare of pain in his chest was nothing.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Then him and Aran-san started dating and I snapped out of my fantasy.” Atsumu snorted. “My crush on Kita-san was puppy love, it was admiration. Nothing was going to come of it. You never had one of those impossible crushes?”
“It was my captain in my second year as well. He was my setter.”
“I remember him. Tsukasa right? Plays for the Hornets?”
“Yeah.” Kiyoomi nodded as the train slowed down and finally stopped, both of them standing to retrieve their bags from the storage above their seats. “He was a good captain but it would have never amounted to anything if I confessed and I was never going to confess.”
“Yeah, I know the feeling. Kita-san knows how I feel about him now and everyone likes to tease me about it, but if I had told him while we were on the same team, it would have really messed with the team dynamics.” Atsumu said, leading the way to the train door.
That was something they both had in common, the importance of volleyball in their lives. Neither of them had confessed to their crushes prior out of a fear or ruining or breaking the team because what was a crush in the face of something like that. it was one of the reasons Kiyoomi hadn’t confessed to Atsumu as well (the same reason Atsumu hadn’t confessed to Kiyoomi too).
Just as Atsumu mentioned prior, Osamu and Suna were waiting outside the train station in front of a white truck. “Samu! Sunarin!” Atsumu called, waving the hand not holding his bag wildly. He rushed towards them an wrapped his arms around the pair, hugging them. Osamu and Suna grumbled but Kiyoomi, standing behind Atsumu, could see the fond expressions on their faces.
“Sakusa-san!” Osamu greeted Kiyoomi once Atsumu had let go of the pair.
“Sakusa.” Suna nodded.
“Osamu-san, Suna-san.” Kiyoomi replied.
“So you’ll call him Osamu but you call me Miya?” Atsumu asked in an offended tone.
“It would be too confusing to call both of you Miya.” Kiyoomi cocked his head to the side.
“I –“ Atsumu threw his hands up, snatching the bag from Kiyoomi and walking to the truck to toss it into the back before he held his hand out for the keys, deposited into his palm by Osamu. Osamu and Suna took the backseat while Atsumu got behind the wheel, leaving Kiyoomi to the passenger’s seat.
“I’m not going to die as a result of your driving, am I?” Kiyoomi asked.
“’Course not, I’m an excellent driver.” Atsumu grinned, turning the car on, and changing the gear to reverse to back out of the parking before he put it in drive and started down the road, resting one hand on the wheel and the other adjusting the mirror.
“Sure.” Kiyoomi said, struggling to look away from Atsumu because good gods he looked very attractive driving and Kiyoomi needed to look away before he did or said something he shouldn’t be doing or saying. He turns his head to look out of the window instead, watching the bigger buildings slowly fade into fields.
Eventually Kiyoomi took his book out and read while Atsumu and Osamu had a quiet conversation and Suna scrolled on his phone, occasionally chiming in. it was less than an hour later that the car began slowing down and Kiyoomi lifted his gaze to see Atsumu turning the car into a driveway leading up to a large house with faded red paint on the outside.
Atsumu parked the car and got out and the second he got out, the front door burst open and a dog ran down the driveway, pouncing on top of him. The blond barely caught himself, laughing and pressing kisses to the dogs head as Kiyoomi opened the back of the truck and got their bags out.
“Omi! This is Mochi.” Atsumu got out through the fur no doubt in his mouth.
“Mochi?” Kiyoomi raised an eyebrow as he approached. “Why Mochi?”
“She had a bowl with mochi’s on it at the store we got her from.” Atsumu explained. “Let me grab my bag and I’ll show you inside.”
Osamu and Suna had already gone around the house to where Kiyoomi assumed the garden was so he watched Atsumu’s back as the blond fished his bag from the trunk of the car and shut it, biceps rippling. Kiyoomi looked away.
“I won’t have to share with you, will I?” Kiyoomi deflected.
“Wouldn’t you just love that?” Atsumu teased. “No, you don’t. Lucky for you, our guest room hasn’t been used since Sunarin and Samu started dating so now they just share a room. Samu and I stopped sharing rooms when we graduated high school. Come on.” He gestured with his head to the house and set off towards the front door, Mochi following by his side and Kiyoomi not far behind.
Atsumu pushed the screen door open and let them in, Mochi rushing ahead of them to run out of the back door. “Is it okay for her to go back outside?”
“Yeah, Samu’s there, it’s fine.” Atsumu nodded, putting his bag down by the stairs after they took their shoes off by the door. “Ma!”
“Tsumu! Is that you sweetheart?” An older woman’s voice called before someone emerged from another room. Kiyoomi assumed that must be Atsumu’s mother, all flushed cheeks and dark hair whitened in some places from age. She wore an apron around her waist, patterned with flour that she must have dusted off her hands. Her lips curled up into a brilliant beam when she saw Atsumu.
“Hi.” He breathed, bending down to wrap her in a hug, letting her kiss his forehead and hug him back. “Missed you.”
“Oh, I missed you too my love.” She cooed, patting his back before her eyes landed on Kiyoomi who bowed his head in respect. “Is this your friend?”
“Oh!” Atsumu pulled away. “Ma, this is Sakusa Kiyoomi, one of my wing spikers. Omi-kun, this is my mother.”
“Lovely to meet you Miya-san.” Kiyoomi bowed once more, deeper this time, pretending to ignore the warm in his chest at being referred to as Atsumu’s wing spiker.
“Oh no need for the formalities, dear. It’s lovely to meet you too. Tsumu talks about his teammates all the time, it was high time I got to meet one of them.”
“I’ll bring them all around next time, Ma. Don’t you worry. We can bring some of Sunarin’s teammates as well.” Atsumu laughed.
“Good.” His mother patted his cheek. “Go put your things away and show Sakusa-kun his room.”
“Kiyoomi is fine, Miya-san.”
“Well, you must call me Kimiko then, Kiyoomi-kun.”
“Of course. Thank you for having me, Kimiko-san.”
“It’s my pleasure. Go on now, sweetheart, go with Tsumu.” She urged, smiling as they headed up the stairs. Atsumu took the lead, and when they arrived on the first floor, he moved aside and pointed down the corridors.
“This side is Samu’s room and the guest room because he wanted the room near Sunarin’s before they started sharing. Mine and Ma’s rooms are on the other side. There’s a bathroom in each room so you don’t have to worry about sharing with someone.”
“Can I unpack now or is your mother expecting us to come back downstairs?” Kiyoomi asked, shifting his weight.
“Uh –“ Atsumu started to reply but was cut off when two small blurs appeared from the corridor with his and his mother’s rooms and looped around his legs. “Oh, hello!” he laughed, kneeling down to pet the two cats that had just appeared. One of them was a black cat and the other was grey.
“What are their names?” Kiyoomi asked, watching Atsumu rub their ears and down their backs, earning satisfied purrs.
“This one is Tsuki.” Atsumu said, petting the black one. “He’s mine. Samu has a white one named Taiyo. This grey girl is Pixel, she’s my mothers and we’ve had her for years.”
“Tsuki and Taiyo.” Kiyoomi mused.
“Hah, yeah.” Atsumu huffed out a laugh. “Oh, and to answer your question, no we don’t have anything to do and Ma won’t expect us downstairs but I’m heading down to help her with dinner. You can unpack and come down whenever, dinner’s at 7. Make yourself at home, Omi-kun.”
Kiyoomi had no response other than an abrupt nod before he turned and headed down the corridor into the room Atsumu pointed to when he was talking about the guest room. The room was fairly plain, with a bed and a closet and a small mirror hung up to the side. There were some cleaning supplies laid out by the door with a note.
Sakusa-san,
Tsumu mentioned you liked to have things clean and gave me a list of your preferred brands for cleaning products. He insisted on paying for it but what kind of a host would I be if I let him. I hope everything is alright and do let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.
Kimiko Miya
Oh.
His stomach felt funny and he could feel his cheeks warming up as his brain processed the text he had just read. Atsumu had told his mother about him, about the cleaning supplies he preferred, Atsumu paid enough attention to him to know that? This was not good for his heart.
Kiyoomi put his things on the bed and set out all the cleaning supplies in front of him, snapping a pair of gloves on and did a quick clean of the room. It was already pretty clean prior but to ease his own anxieties, Kiyoomi knew he had to do it himself. When he was done, he replaced his hoodie for a soft sweater and left the room, heading downstairs in his socks.
When he got downstairs, Atsumu was in the kitchen with his mother but his brother and Suna were still nowhere in sight. Kiyoomi lingered by the kitchen doorway, watching the blond setter and his mother move around the kitchen smoothly, used to cooking around each other for years. Atsumu’s hands were covered in floor as well and he appeared to be kneading something on an old wooden table while Kimiko was stirring a pot on the stove.
“Oh, Kiyoomi-kun!” Kimiko noticed, and Atsumu snapped his head up, akin to a deer in headlights. Kiyoomi curbed the urge to let his lips curl into a smile and merely nodded his head in greeting.
“Smells good.” He commented.
“Just some curry, dear. Tsumu’s making bread too.”
“Didn’t know you cooked.” Kiyoomi said to Atsumu.
“I do cook. Samu’s better, but I’m the better baker.” Atsumu shrugged. “I don’t just survive off of instant ramen and microwaveable meals, I’m an athlete so I have to take care of my body.”
“Such a good boy.” Kimiko cooed, pinching his cheek until it turned red.
“Ma.” Atsumu complained but he didn’t actually pull away from her. “Bokkun might be the only one on the team who doesn’t cook but he’s not a lost cause because he has Akaashi-san, bless him.”
“Akaashi-san, a blessing to us all.” Kiyoomi murmured.
“Truly.”
“I would like to meet these boys. Tell me about them Tsumu.” Kimiko asked, sitting down on a chair at the table. “Sit, sit, Kiyoomi-kun.” She gestured and Kiyoomi sat, while Atsumu continued standing and kneading.
“I’ve known Bokkun and Shouyou-kun since high school. Shouyou-kun’s school beat us at Nationals in second year but we beat them in third year. He was a middle blocker actually but then he went to go train in Brazil after he graduated instead of going pro and he’s completely changed a player. He’s one of my wing spikers now.”
“Brazil? Oh my!”
“He grew up.” Kiyoomi added. “Learned how to take care of himself, mentally and physically.”
“He did, yeah. Now he hounds the rest of us about it even though we’re all very good at taking care of ourselves.”
“Well –“ Kiyoomi narrowed his eyes.
“Bokkun has Akaashi-san. He’s fine.”
“Who is this Akaashi?” Kimiko asked, head tilted in a way that struck Kiyoomi as the exact same way Atsumu tilted his head.
“He’s Bokkun’s boyfriend!” Atsumu replied.
“He was Bokuto-san’s setter in high school but he works as a manga editor now.” Kiyoomi explained.
“Oh, how wonderful!” She beamed. “I think it’s lovely you’re on a team with people you’ve known for so long.”
“Makes it easier for them to put up with him.” Osamu snarked as him and Suna walked in from the back door, Mochi right behind. “I am surprised you went for the Jackals though, Sakusa-san.”
“Yes well, the Adlers weren’t holding try-outs.” Kiyoomi replied.
“Not Raijin?”
“I’ve played with Motoya my entire life, it felt like it was time for a change.”
“Sakusa-san’s cousin is on the same team as Rin, Ma.” Osamu told Kimiko. “He’s their libero.”
“Really? That’s wonderful!” She gasped. “Do you get to see each other very often, Kiyoomi-kun?”
“Most holidays we both travel back to Tokyo, there’s also matches so yes quite often I would say.” Kiyoomi nodded. It was nice here, none of the questions felt forceful or interrogative like how most questions Kiyoomi’s parents’ friends asked him felt and he felt relaxed for the first time in a long time, surrounded by Atsumu’s family in his childhood home in Hyogo.
Kiyoomi awoke the next morning quietly, without the blaring of his alarm. He wasn’t normally a morning person, but he was for training. Now that it was a holiday, he liked to sleep in a little. That was not to say he slept in very late, his body was practically conditioned to wake him up at a certain time if he didn’t set an alarm.
After he brushed his teeth and washed his face, he made his way downstairs to a quiet kitchen where no one else was present. Vaguely remembering where the teabags were, Kimiko mentioned them last night, he set the kettle on the stove and boiled some water to make a cup of tea and took it to sit on the porch outside.
It was an overcast day so the sun wasn’t hitting down on him hard, and it wasn’t hot either. It was pleasant weather perfect for a cup of tea. Mochi even joined him, curling up on the wood beside him as he pat her between her ears. Did Atsumu live like this every time he went home? It felt too good to be true.
“Morning Omi-kun!” Atsumu called as he came jogging up the driveway and Kiyoomi furrowed his eyebrows, scanning the other man. He was dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top now soaked with sweat, clinging to his skin in a way that left little to imagination. You’re so hot, he thought.
“You’re up early.” He said instead.
“Morning jog. It’s nice out at this time and no one’s usually awake.” Atsumu shrugged. “I’m always up and done before Ma is even awake. Samu and Sunarin sleep in, Sunarin sometimes till noon.”
“How does he get up in time for training?”
“I assume he sets a million alarms and asks someone to make sure he’s awake.” Atsumu replied, running a hand through his sweaty hair, and pushing it away from his face. “Hungry?”
“I could eat, I suppose.”
“I’ll shower and come down to make breakfast.” Atsumu said, starting up the steps to the front door. “You look cute sitting out here with Mochi.”
“Miya.” Was Kiyoomi’s second nature response, thanking all the gods that Atsumu couldn’t see the flush on his cheeks.
“Omi.” Came the teasing response and Kiyoomi just knew Atsumu had that infuriating smile on his face. And then the door shut and Kiyoomi was alone once more, stewing in his thoughts.
He hadn’t really considered how hard it might be to spend a long period of time in Atsumu’s presence alone. It was easier back in Kyoto because he had his own flat, and they were around other members of the team so one on one time with Atsumu was quite limited but here? This was new territory and Kiyoomi wasn’t sure how to deal with it. He needed to talk to Motoya. But it might need to wait until after breakfast because he didn’t think his cousin would even be awake right now, much less coherent enough for a conversation of this magnitude.
“Motoya.” Kiyoomi blurted the second Motoya picked up the phone.
“Good morning Kiyo.”
“Yes, whatever, good morning. I need your help.”
“What’s wrong?” Motoya sounded suddenly a lot more alert.
“Motoya. He cooked me breakfast. He knew what cleaning supplies I preferred and he told his mother.” Kiyoomi explained, sounding like he was on the verge of a breakdown (he probably was).
“Oh, Kiyo.” Motoya’s voice softened. “Isn’t that good?”
“No! it’s not good. It makes it harder for me to not say anything and I shouldn’t say anything because it might ruin team dynamics if I do. Because if he doesn’t feel the same then nothing will ever be the same, and if he does feel the same, which I sincerely doubt, and we break up at some point then that’s going to be horrific and I – Motoya, I can’t take ruining both volleyball and Atsumu.”
He could settle for losing one or the other but both of them? He couldn’t. And he wouldn’t only be taking volleyball away from himself, he’d be ruining it for Atsumu as well. Miya Atsumu who lived and breathed volleyball. That would be as if he had cut a limb off.
“Kiyo. This is not good for you, keeping this all in, letting it basically fester. You’ll break at some point.”
“Then I’ll put myself back together.”
“Kiyoomi, that’s not how it works.” Motoya sighed. “You have to tell him.”
“I can’t.” Kiyoomi replied desperately.
“You can. What can’t Sakusa Kiyoomi do?” Motoya encouraged. “Tell him, you might be surprised by what he has to say.”
“Motoya, he told me he couldn’t confess to his captain in high school because he didn’t want to ruin the team dynamics.”
“That was high school, when we were kids, immature and unable to put volleyball above our personal interests. Have some faith in him, Kiyo, faith that he’d be able to work with you even if things went wrong which I can’t imagine them going wrong because he’s a good guy.”
Atsumu was a good guy. And Motoya was right, there was no way he would let anyone or anything ruin volleyball for him.
“I’m buying a train ticket to Kyoto. I’ll tell him and leave.” Kiyoomi said, releasing a deep breath.
“Kiyo, what –“
“In case things go wrong, I’ll buy a ticket.” Kiyoomi clarified.
“They won’t go wrong.” Motoya replied. “Have some faith.”
“Whatever. Thanks Motoya.”
“Anytime, Kiyoomi. You know I’m always here for you. Call me later, alright? Tell me how it goes.”
“Sure.”
The first thing Kiyoomi did after he hung up on Motoya was buy a train ticket back to Kyoto and pack his things, leaving his bags under his bed so it wouldn’t be suspicious if anyone came into the room. Then, he sat in his room and tried to convince himself this would all be worth it if he just did it and if it didn’t work out, at least he could avoid the awkwardness and just go home.
It was only making matters worse sitting alone in the silence so he checked the time to see it was not even lunch time yet but this meant everyone else in the house must be awake by now so he wouldn’t be able to get Atsumu alone. It was as if a god had heard his thoughts and decided to prove him wrong. Someone knocked on his door.
“Omi-kun? You alright? Got a text from Toya-kun to come check up on you.” Atsumu’s voice filtered through. Never mind, it wasn’t any god, it was fucking Motoya. Kiyoomi was going to steal his dessert at their next family dinner. “Can I come in?”
“Door’s unlocked.” Fine, Motoya, if that was how you wanted to play it, Kiyoomi thought, he’d just post an embarrassing video of baby Motoya on his Twitter later. Atsumu came in, hair soft and gel-free, flopping over his forehead in a way Kiyoomi scarcely saw.
“You good, Omi?” Atsumu asked, still stood by the door, his hand on the door knob.
“Not really? I –“ Kiyoomi paused for a second before the words began to flow out of his mouth uncontrollably. “I… really like you and I have liked you for ages, I think I liked you and Tsukasa-san at the same time but I never said anything to either of you obviously and I never said anything to you after because I was worried about breaking the team or something if it didn’t go well and you didn’t feel the same or if you did and we broke up, I –
“I couldn’t ruin volleyball for either of us but most of all for you, Atsumu. I know how much it means to you and I know how much work and effort you’ve put in to become as good as you are and I’ve never forgive myself for ruining that but then I called Motoya. And he said we were older now and more mature and you wouldn’t let something ruin volleyball for you so here I am and I’ve told you so I’m going to catch my train back to Kyoto now and I’ll see you after the break.”
Kiyoomi stopped to catch his breath and chanced a glance at Atsumu who was stood in front of him with wide eyes and a sort of dumbfounded expression on his face.
“You called me Atsumu.” He breathed out.
“That’s what you gleaned from this entire spiel?” Kiyoomi deadpanned.
“No, no, wait – wait.” Atsumu shook his head. “Omi, I – only you would overthink this so much and only you would be worried about the same things I was worried about.”
“The… same things?”
“You’re joking. There was no way I could know you and not like you, Omi-kun. Absolutely no chance. I was gone the second I met you, even though the hero worship for Kita-san was still there, but you swept me off my feet!”
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Kiyoomi asked.
“That I’m fucking obsessed with you and I love everything about you from the little moles on your faces to your curls and how much you care about volleyball and yes, I was too scared to tell you out of fear for ruining what we’ve got going right now and making everything difficult for the team? Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“Oh.”
“Hold up, wait – did you… did you say a train back to Kyoto earlier?”
“I bought a ticket back and packed my bags in case things went south and I could just avoid it all.”
“Kiyoomi.” Atsumu cocked his head to the side, Kiyoomi’s names escaping his lips dripping in fondness. He knelt at Kiyoomi’s side and put his hands on the spiker’s knees, sending a shock of warmth through Kiyoomi’s body. “You’re so stupid.”
“I was worried.” Kiyoomi defended himself, just the faintest inkling of a whine in his voice.
“For no reason at all.” Atsumu shook his head.
“I know that now. And it looked like Motoya knew it too.”
“Of course Motoya knew. I talk to Sunarin about you and Motoya is there sometimes without me realising so it didn’t take long for it to spill and him to find out. He promised he wouldn’t tell you though.”
“Traitor. I’m his family.”
“Yeah well –“ Atsumu shrugged. “Anyways, how about you cancel that train ticket and I take you to the beach. There’s a little alcove and we can make some lunch and eat there.”
“That sounds really nice.”
“Yeah? And we can talk about your thought process for this entire situation.”
“We don’t need to do that.”
“Yes, we do! And you’ll call me Atsumu a million times.”
“Won’t you get sick of it.”
“Never.”