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Not many people know this, but yellow is Kiyoomi’s favorite color.
It made sense that Kiyoomi’s favorite color was kind of ugly. Kind of offensive and hard to look at for too long. Annoying.
Oh, you have shitty tastes, Atsumu realized.
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30 Apr 2025
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Saito nods and taps a finger to her chin. “Ah, so, we’ve got Bokuto Koutarou, devoted to a life with an unnamed individual, Hinata Shoyo, who loves everyone but has his heart set on someone from his past, Sakusa Kiyoomi, who currently cares only for volleyball, and Miya Atsumu, adored by all but loved by none. How interesting! You definitely are a wild bunch of very different people when it comes to love!”
Atsumu’s breath hitches in his throat, and her comment kind of pisses him off, but he tries his best to smile and laugh it off. She says that like he’s unlovable, and ‘Sakusa Kiyoomi, who currently cares only for volleyball’? That seems pretty rude too, he thinks. It’s not like Sakusa’s heartless, even if he is all reserved and stuff.
He doesn’t really listen to much else of what she has to say after that, deciding that he doesn’t really like her that much, and balls his hands into fists in his pockets.
‘Miya Atsumu, adored by all but loved by none.’
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It’s one thing to have a mysophobic teammate.
It’s another to have a mysophobic teammate with a terrible personality.
And it’s something completely else to have a teammate who can read minds.
Miya Atsumu experiences this first-hand.Alternatively:
Atsumu knew something was strange when Sakusa agreed to sleep with him, even if they were both drunk as hell. For one, he didn't even remember asking the question aloud.I mean, you don't just expect, oh yeah, he can probably read my mind, that's right. You know?
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Tendou Satori has learned to live with the fact that he doesn't have what anyone would consider an attractive face. This wouldn't normally bother him, except now detail-oriented, perfect Ushijima is analyzing his face and producing every overly apparent, crooked flaw in precise graphite strokes.
Ushijima has learned to live with the fact that he doesn't have the ability to read faces, attractive or not. But there's something about Tendou's that he can't put his finger on. He simply cannot get the drawing right.