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“DADDY!”

As familiar as the voice is, the word isn’t. Atsumu looks around before turning to the owner of the voice. He may be on school grounds, but he promised the next time he saw that fucker he’d lay him out. 

“Daddy!” The tugging on his arms brings his attention back to the little voice. 

“Mimi- chan!” Atsumu ruffles her hair which grants him a pout that rivals no other than her mama’s. “How was school today?”

Aimi fluffs her hair back out. Her unruly curls still slightly resemble a bird’s nest. Playing most of the day and nap time does nothing to help her hair; he knows Kiyoomi probably spent a meticulous amount of time on styling. 

“It was good. Chiyo and I spent the day building a scale like model of the Tokyo Skytree. Where’s my mom?”

Atsumu grunts as he swings the five year old over his shoulders. She’s getting a bit big now, but he knows she loves it. Sue him for spoiling her, but might as well do it now for as long as they can until she actually is too big. 

“To be honest with ya, I don’t know, He just asked if I could scoop ya up.”

Atsumu can feel tiny fingers tap against his head. “Hm, probably because I asked about you this morning.”

“Yeah? About what?”

“I just didn’t understand why you don’t live with us. You’re my daddy. And daddies and mommies live together with their kids.”

If it weren’t for the crowd of people in front of them, Atsumu would have walked them clean into oncoming traffic and completely ignored the traffic light. Don’t get him wrong, he loves the little girl and would do anything for her but that’s not quite right. That would explain her calling out to daddy earlier, it was in fact him.

“Mimi, I’m not yer dad.”

“Why do you act like my dad then?”

“I don’t act like yer dad.”

“Yes, you do.”

“No, I don’t”

“Do to!”

“Do not!” 

Wait. Atsumu realizes the seriousness of this conversation. Arguing with a five year old in the middle of the street while getting looks from those that pass by as they listen to an over six foot tall man argue over the semantics of him being said child’s father as he carries them on his shoulders. This is a case waiting to happen. 

“Okay, Mimi, what do I do, that ya think I’m yer daddy? Besides the fact ya know who yer biological father is and I’m not married to yer ma.”

Without looking, Atsumu knows her mouth is set in a straight line and her hand is raised to emphasize whatever points she’s about to try to make. She is her mother’s clone. 

“You pick me up from school all the time. You buy me things, even without me asking sometimes. Things I want too, not just the necessitates. You cook for me. You’re at our home all the time. Sometimes you’re there when I go to bed and wake up in the morning! And you take care of mommy too! Like a daddy should.”

Does Atsumu do all of those things? Well, yes. But here’s the thing, he and Kiyoomi aren’t even dating. They’re best friends. Has been ever since Kiyoomi signed with MSBY. It was a shock when he found out Kiyoomi had an alpha. And not just any alpha, but a mate. A guy he had met in college and grown to become serious with. 

It was a few years later that Kiyoomi missed back to back seasons due to his pregnancy and postpartum. And then a year after Aimi’s birth her father left. No explanation, just gone. It was a hard time for Kiyoomi. The mating bite was constantly throbbing due to the separation. Aimi was still as demanding as ever. He expected to return back to the court. It was a lot. 

Naturally, Atsumu stepped up. As a friend, in replacement of that good for nothing alpha. Kiyoomi was hurting in more ways than one and needed all the support he could get despite refusing so much of it in the beginning. 

It was like pulling teeth to get Kiyoomi to accept his help. Kiyoomi would be on the verge of passing out from exhaustion and claim he could handle it all. It took an accident on his end. Falling asleep without setting an alarm and Aimi’s daycare incessant calls waking him up and realizing he was almost an hour late for pickup. 

A lonely message sat in his inbox that day. Maybe, I do need some help.

Being there to help him with Aimi was easy. Really easy. It kind of just bleeds over into helping Kiyoomi in tow. If he was grabbing snacks and food for Aimi, might as well grab some Kiyoomi too. They’re both selfish and would rather not have to share. Plus, Kiyoomi could burn water. He is not to be trusted cooking dinner for them. Not even with the guy who paid for them! And yeah, he does buy gifts for Kiyoomi too. But they’re just appreciation gifts and Aimi always signs them too. Kiyoomi also prefers to hang out at home the most, of course that’s where they’ll be. The sleepovers are impromptu...for reasons that don’t matter. 

“Mimi, honey-”

“Oh and that too! You call mommy so many cute names like that. And when you sit together, he lays on you and you’ll wrap an arm around him like a mommy and daddy would do. I haven’t seen you in mommy’s bed yet, but that’s only because I wake up after you guys.”

And there goes the impromptu sleepovers. Kiyoomi is the grouchiest person he’s ever met. Atsumu has better chances waking a black bear in the woods and surviving than a slumbering Kiyoomi. Hence why, once Kiyoomi is asleep he doesn’t move and conks out himself. Now, Kiyoomi cuddling with him is new. But it’s as close to scenting as Atsumu will think they’ll get so he doesn’t say anything. Again, friendly scenting. Suggested as a coping mechanism to help with the broken bond. It’s been four years, so it’s mostly healed. But Atsumu knows it can be sore at times if the way Kiyoomi rubs at the bite during practice at times. 

“Well let me ask ya this, do ya still want your other daddy to come back?”

"No.” 

That’s new. Kiyoomi has always remained neutral when Aimi would talk about her father, or lack of one. He’d shown Aimi pictures of them from all their times together from college, post grad, pregnant, and the year of her life when he was around. She always asked where he was and Kiyoomi would come up with an elaborate tale. Atsumu always thought he should just tell Aimi the truth, but it’s not his place. He always knew when she was given a new story, because she would excitedly tell him the story. But this Aimi’s response now is new.

“What changed?”

“Chiyo told me someone doesn’t have to be your biblical daddy to be your daddy. As long as they love and care for you! Which you do!”

“Ya mean biological.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Ya know what, ya make a good point Mimi-chan. But I’m still just Tsumu to ya.”

The weight of her crossing her arms over his head would almost hurt if she weighed anymore. Atsumu can almost hear the sound her pout with her little exhales as she sits on his neck. Attitude all over her face no doubt. 

“Well why can’t you just be my daddy?!”

“Well Mimi, yer mommy and I would have to be dating. And pretty serious at that. Like super in love with each other.”

“You do love each other.”

“Yeah as friends, but not as mates. And also, not that yer mommy isn’t a catch. But he’s not my type.”

“Type?” 

Atsumu rattles his head for the most age appropriate response to this. Because even he knows he can’t tell her that Kiyoomi is missing a chromosome and full tits to be his type. 

“Yer mommy is omega, but I only date girl omegas.” 

“Oh, yeah.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, mommy told me about this too. He likes boys and says it’s okay for boys to like boys. And for girls to like girls. And everything else in between! Regardless of their genetic makeup”

Atsumu has to resist rolling his eyes. Kiyoomi would be very technical. “So ya get what I’m saying here?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

The rest of their walk is relatively quiet. Comments on the bugs and birds Aimi sees en route. She’s a bit of a nerd, but it just adds to her spunk. Atsumu has a personal pin to let himself into Kiyoomi’s place, but he always rings just in case. When Kiyoomi’s voice comes through the speaker, Atsumu knows he’s good to just send Aimi up on her way and he’ll see her another day. 

Atsumu lights Aimi from off her shoulders and places her on the ground. He squats to put himself at eye level with her. He ruffled her hair one more time for good measure. “Alright Mimi-chan, yer mama is waiting on ya. I’ll see ya later, yeah.”

Aimi squeezes his neck in a hug and presses a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for walking me home!” Aimi is almost completely through the building doors before she turns around to wave to Atsumu again, “Come home soon daddy!”

Fuck. 

“You're like the dad stepped up.” Rintarou doesn’t even look up from his phone as Atsumu recounts the story from the other day to him and his brother. Osamu just hums as he continues to wipe the counter down

“No, I’m just a good friend. Mimi doesn’t understand. She just sees an alpha who cares for her mama and obviously wants them to be together.”

“Yeah, but even she can clearly see that ya like Omi.”

Atsumu whips his head around toward Osamu. The jerk hasn’t said an actual word since he’s been here and now he wants to add his own thoughts. Rintarou isn’t any help either as he nods his head with his face still buried in his phone. 

“I do not like Omi, he’s my -”

“Your best friend, we know.” Osamu and Rintarou reply in unison. The fucking bastards are really meant for each other. 

“And yeah maybe we get along fantastic, make the same jokes, our scents mix great, and can spend hours with each other, it doesn’t mean I like the guy! That’s what makes him my best friend. Besides, I’ve only been with women since I got my first blow job behind the bleachers in high school.”

Rintarou blesses them by finally looking up from his phone, “Well what does he need for you to consider that you actually like him?”

“He already has a pussy,” Osamu adds without an ounce of chalant. 

“Alright, fuck ya guys.” Atsumu stands to leave but his phone in his pocket buzzes and he knows without looking who the message is from. He sits back down to wait for the to-go order to come out from the back. 

Atsumu grabs his phone from his pocket, refusing to entertain this conversation any longer. Luckily, they do cool it on the topic and not bother him. For all of five minutes. Curse Kiyoomi for for expecting and getting nothing but fucking princess treating for Osamu and actually makes his cooks refresh everything before making his meals. Fucking spolied brat.

“Omi-kun is a good guy, asshole. So what if ya were to like him. I mean did ya hear yourself ten minutes ago. Yer literally always with him and Mimi-chan. If yer not at the gym, yer with them. Ya practically do anything for the both of them. Do I have to remind ya that yer waiting for his special lunch order right now? Lord knows what the two of ya get up to when yer alone.”

“There’s nothing wrong with liking a guy. Besides, Sakusa would be as good as any guy to like.” The sincerity in RIntarou’s voice lets him know he’s trying to be sensitive here. But that’s not necessary. 

“I’m not worried about liking a guy. I just don’t like him. Like that, I don’t like like him.”

“Wow, what a vocabulary.”

“Shut the fuck up Rin, even if I did like Omi, I’m not the settling down type. The girls I hook up with, they know their places. The second they want too much from me, they’re done. I wouldn’t do that to him.” 

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The sound of cries greeted Atsumu before anyone else could. He always preferred to announce himself and let Kiyoomi welcome him in. But after waiting five minutes and Kiyoomi not answering the doorbell, he took it upon himself to use the key that was given to him. 

Unfortunately, it sounds like a double whammy. Atsumu can hear Aimi’s cries and Kiyoomi’s deep breathing technique he uses when he gets a bit too overwhelmed. Atsumu lines up his sneakers before walking back, one less thing for Kiyoomi to crash out over.

Atsumu places a hand on Kiyoomi’s shoulder causing him to jump, unaware of Atsumu’s presence. “Food’s in the kitchen, go set the table. We’ll be out soon.” Kiyoomi’s watery eyes and flushed face don’t go unnoticed. When Kiyoomi tries to argue with him, Atsumu just shushes him and pushes him toward the kitchen. “Just go, it’ll be fine.”

With Kiyoomu shuffling down the hallway, Atsumu knocks twice, taps, then three more knocks in quick succession on the cracked door of Aimi’s door. It’s their special knock. Aimi smells him the moment he hits the door, he doesn’t love patches sue him, but she loves all of their special languages just for them. 

“Ya doing alright sweetheart?” Aimi keeps her head buried between her knees, but Atsumu can see the way she shakes her head. “Aw, what’s the matter?” 

Atsumu sits on the floor beside her and she takes the invitation as it is to sit in his lap. She buries her face into his neck immediately. Atsumu rubs a comforting hand up and down her back until her sniffles subside. He doesn’t question or pressure her to speak any sooner than she’s ready. A habit he picked up from dealing with her mama. Seriously, they’re just alike.

“I want a daddy.”

The statement sends a shiver down his back. Now he knows why Kiyoomi was a bit on edge. 

“Okay. Why do ya want a daddy so much all of a sudden?”

“All of my friends have a daddy. You and mommy both said you can’t be my daddy. No matter how much we both may like it.”

Both of them may like, hello!?

“I’m sorry sweetheart. But ya know what?” Aimi lifts her face up to look Atsumu in the eye. “Ya may not have a daddy, but don’t ya think ya have the best mommy?”

“Yes.”

“Now look, I don’t want ya to feel bad, but ya crying and screaming at yer mommy that ya want a daddy might be hurting his feelings. He might think ya don't love him enough.”

They’ve barely exchanged any words since Atsumu has been there today, but he knows that’s what Kiyoomi is thinking. It wouldn’t be the first time Kiyoomi has cried over a thought as such. Fear of rejection, not doing enough, not being the perfect parent she deserves. Atsumu has wiped so many of Omi’s tears while reinforcing him every step of the way. 

“But I do love him! More than anyone in the whole entire world!”

“Do ya want to go tell him?”

Aimi excitedly nods her head before jumping out of his lap. The sound of her feet slapping the floor as she called out to Kiyoomi. Kiyoomi’s voice was just as animated and neutral and not a croak in voice; the tears he most likely quickled shed and got rid of the evidence. 

When Atsumu rounds the corner, Aimi’s face is tucked into Kiyoomi’s neck now. She rubs it back and forth, scenting herself in Kiyoomi’s sweet vanilla. Kiyoomi rubs a comforting hand up and down her back, her favorite, and rocks her back and forth. Kiyoomi silently mouths a “thank you,” to him across the room. 

Three movies, princess dress up, one cooked dinner, and a convenience store run that Atsumu just had to run for the both of them and Aimi was finally tucked into bed for the night. She insisted on Atsumu reading her two books before she could fully roll over and actually sleep. Luckily, she fell asleep during the first book and spared Atsumu the dramatic efforts of having to act out all the characters in the book. 

Kiyoomi waits for him on the couch, feet tucked under himself. The second Atsumu’s back hits the couch, arms wrap around his middle and a head rests on his shoulder. Very expected. Atsumu wraps his arm around the omega to pull him in even closer. He pumps his scent out just a bit more and can feel the tension that’s been in Kiyoomi’s shoulders since earlier release. 

“Good omega.” 

“You know I hate when you say that.” But the comment falls on the deaf ears. Kiyoomi’s vanilla only sweetens and he burrows deeper into Atsumu’s side somehow. What started out as a reinforcing statement for him, now Atsumu says it for the reality of it. Kiyoomi is such a good omega. 

“Yeah, sure darling.” 

It’s silent except for the credits that play from the last movie Aimi picked out. The movie was surprisingly pretty good, but he will not let her know that or she will try to pick the movie every time and because Kiyoomi spoils her rotten, he will let her.

“I’m a bad mom.”

“Yeah, ya are.” Kiyoomi pulls back, clearly offended if the glare he has on his face is anything to go by. “Sorry, I thought we were both lying tonight.” Atsumu tries to pull Kiyoomi back into his side, but the omega fights it and only continues to glare at him. “Don’t ya want to lay down?”

“Atsumu, I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

Kiyoomi runs his hands through his hair and takes a deep breath. Atsumu has never paid much attention to Kiyoomi’s hand. They’re different from his own. Pale and slender. He knows Kiyoomi takes care of his hands, he refuses to have calluses. Even without touching them, he knows they’ll feel soft and moisturized. Atsumu touches them anyway. 

“Kiyoomi, how many times do I have to tell ya? Yer doing a great job with Aimi. She loves ya and wouldn’t trade ya for the world. Hell, she even told me she’d rather spend time with ya than me and that’s really saying something.” Fortunately, that does get a small smile out of the omega.

“I keep telling you, you’re annoying and she knows it too. Why does she keep asking about a daddy then? I’m clearly not enough for her.”

“Omi, she’s just at that age. Ya put her in an uppity private school. Of course all of her friends are going to come from a two parent household with a mom and dad. Hell, look at her best friend.” Atsumu has had the displeasure of being part of those playdates too. He never leaves, not covered in glitter. “Besides, more than half of those couples don’t care or love each other. Barely even see each other. They’re nothing to aspire to be.”

“I just don’t like the looks they give me whenever I show up to the school events alone or mention that I’m single when they ask about her father. Who knows how many side eyes I’ll get when I show up to their fundraiser Friday.”

“Wow, who knew Omi-kun could be so insecure.” That gets a punch to his shoulder. “If it’ll make ya feel better, I’ll go with ya. Just let me know the time and what I should wear.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

Atsumu pulls on Kiyoomi’s arm and he falls back into Atsumu’s side this time, but he’s still looking up at him. “Well good thing yer not asking me, I’m telling ya I’ll go.”

When Kiyoomi pulls away from him, Atsumu thinks the omega needs some extra words of encouragement. He was kind of hoping they’d watch a movie he could pick out, but whatever Kiyoomi needs. Instead, Kiyoomi lifts a leg to straddle. Straddle. His lap. Kiyoomi’s hands link behind his head and his arms rest on his shoulders. Atsumu feels like a virgin who just made it to second base for the first time. His arms sit lifeless beside him, unsure of where to put them. 

“Omi…”

“Do you mean it? You’ll come with me?” 

Atsumu tentatively moves his hands and places them on Kiyoomi’s waist. Squeezing him as if he’s always done it. “Of course, I’ll do anything for ya.” Whole heartedly, without a complaint. 

“Thank you.” Kiyoomi goes back to his favorite place, tucked into the side of Atsumu’s neck. His leather scent no doubt poured out of him. “I’ll let you know the details later.”

Kiyoomi’s vanilla is just as strong. The omega leans back and swipes his wrist over Atsumu’s neck. It’s the first time he’s ever scented Atsumu in return. Atsumu can feel the vibrations that come from Kiyoomi’s chest, but he makes no comment on it. He doesn’t want to disturb him. 

“Then it’s a date.”

*Am I gay?*

*My first time with a guy.*

*Male and Female Omegas and What’s the Difference.*

*Am I In Love With My Best Friend or Do I Just Love Him a lot. *

The phone rings one too many times and Atsumu almost gives up altogether when someone picks up. 

“Samu?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I might be in love with my best friend.” 

Atsumu is met with silence. He pulls the phone away to make sure it didn’t disconnect, but he sees Osamu’s name and that the call is still going. 

“Hello?”

“Well what gave it away?”

“He sat in my lap and scented me. Then I went home and popped a knot thinking about it while I could smell him on me.”

Again, atsumu checks his phone to make sure Osamu is still on the line. This time he does hear a deep sigh.

“Well, good luck. The two of ya deserve each other.”

Atsumu doesn’t want to admit the smile and thought of them actually being  together made him feel. They were right, Kiyoomi is a good person. And he already fits in with Samu and RIn so well. Hell, Rin and Kiyoomi have their own omega nights together once a month. Atsumu is always stuck with Aimi on those nights. Which, wait a minute.

“What do ya mean?! Why did ya say that?! What do ya know??!!”

“Good night Tsumu.”

The phone beeps and his keypad lights back up from the call ending. Fucking bastrad. 

In hindsight, Atsumu should have realized his feelings for Kiyoomi sooner. Like a lot sooner. When Kiyoomi signed with MSBY sooner. 

Kiyoomi has always been cute. A little awkward and he was particular, but cute nonetheless. Atsumu had stayed up to date with his collegiate career for the most part. Something he’d done for a lot of players, staying aware of potential opponents. Kiyoomi’s name was always in the headlines. He hadn’t seen a game, but his stats didn’t lie. Kiyoomi walking to the MSBY gym for the first time was a different experience. 

Gone were the untamed curls, skinny stature, hormonal acne. In walked this beautiful man that rivaled Greek goddesses. It was only natural Atsumu was drawn to him, he was always drawn to beautiful things. 

They quickly became a duo. Inseparable. Wherever Atsumu went, Kiyoomi was close behind and vice versa. Atsumu had started to change too. He didn’t go out every weekend to scout for a girl to take back home for the night or to keep his knot warm. He found himself doing whatever it was Kiyoomi wanted to do. And surprisingly, Kiyoomi always wanted to do something. They weren’t dates, but sometimes they became more intimate. 

Dinners, concerts, pottery classes, cooking classes. Kiyoomi had a thing for activity based outings, but he’d also do most of the things Atsumu wanted to do. Baseball games, paintball, fishing, and all of his country boy shit. They were the same but so different, it made them perfect. 

Finding out Kiyoomi had a mate was one of the worst days of his life. Week, it was a terrible week. It felt like betrayal. There were practically no secrets between them. At least that was what he thought. Now, Atsumu knows he experienced heartbreak for the first time. Some fucked up karma shit for all the girls he’d probaly hurt before. 

They didn’t talk for over a week. There was tension whenever they were in a room together. It only came to a head when Kiyoomi apologized. Atsumu hadn’t even known what he was apologizing for, but it felt like a relief.

Getting to know Kiyoomi’s mate was terrible. Not that Atsumu would say he knows Kiyoomi’s type, but that guy was boring. He had no personality. It was mostly like talking to a brick wall. When Kiyoomi told him that the alpha was originally introduced by his parents, it made sense. They’re uppity, they’re chill, but still wealthy people who do want to consider the best for their children. 

Not to call it an alpha instinct, but Atsumu always felt something about him was off. His demeanor. It was as if he was never truly there. It was a shocking revelation when Kiyoomi told him about his pregnancy. Kiyoomi always said he wanted a bite mark and marriage before having children, but had neither of those. Or so he thought. Apparently, Kiyoomi had a bite on his thigh because he wasn’t ready for his neck gland to be bitten. Another shot through the chest but Atsumu quickly moved on. 

At the least, Kiyoomi looked happy. Genuinely. They had a healthy pup. They were comfortable financially. They were in love.

Until Atsumu got a call at three in the morning. Kiyoomi was sobbing, sobbing so much that he couldn’t understand a thing he was saying. Atsumu rushed over in the middle of the night to see Kiyoomi holding a crying Aimi while he cried himself. 

Atsumu moved on autopilot while he pumped out his most calming pheromones to help soothe Aimi. He took the bottle Kiyoomi was trying to feed to her and took her to her nursery. After she was settled, Atsumu found Kiyoomi right where he left him. Crying in the rocking chair. Atsumu undressed him and bathed him. Dressed him and held him through the night. Kiyoomi hadn’t spoken a word since Atsumu had gotten there. 

It wasn’t until the morning did Kiyoomi tell him what happened. His alpha’s belongings were all packed and gone. He had been blocked on all platforms. Even the alpha’s family had gone ghost. 

Rebuilding Kiyoomi wasn’t easy, but he’d do anything for Kiyoomi. Kiyoomi was the perfect omega. And he would show him just as much.

Who knew realizing you like your best friend would make a person so awkward. (Samu tries to say I’m in love or obsessed, but he’s been hanging off of Rin since second year so what does he know….Fuck, he might know a lot.) 

After tugging on his knot all weekend to the omega, Atsumu needed a reset. Build up his nerve for the fundraiser on Friday, no telling what he’ll say or do that night. But for some reason, Kiyoomi really needed him all week. 

Monday, Kiyoomi burned their dinner and needed him to come over and remedy it. There was no fixing it, Atsumu ordered take out for them. Tuesday, from the burned dinner fiasco, Atsumu had to go grocery shopping with Kiyoomi to buy easy to prep and cook meals so that wouldn’t happen again. Somehow, Atsumu paid for those groceries. Wednesday and Thursday, Aimi insisted on Atsumu being the one to pick her up from school. Despite Kiyoomi being home. And on top of that, he had to come inside and play with her before he could leave. But he couldn’t just leave because then Kiyoomi would question why he didn’t hang out like he always did. And it wasn’t like he didn’t want to hang out, he did. Just now, his cock cannot distinguish anything anymore. Kiyoomi simply puts a hand on his shoulder when walking by and wakes his cock up. It’s the first time in his life he wished he wore scent patches. 

While Atsumu has done a lot for them all week, Kiyoomi has been so sweet. Seriously. As nice as Kiyoomi is toward Atsumu, sweet would never have been the word he would have used to describe him. But now, he’s the sweetest omega. 

Atsumu’s lap has become prime real estate for the omega. Aimi doesn’t even get a pardon. The second Kiyoomi is ready to snuggle in his lap, if Aimi is there suddenly it’s time for her bedtime. It works for now since she can’t quite read a clock yet. While Kiyoomi cannot cook, his baking skills are legit. The omega thrives with the precise measurements and directions for him to follow. Atsumu has shown up every day with a treat ready for him. Aimi is only allowed to eat one after asking him. 

The scenting. The scenting has almost become lethal. Atsumu doesn’t know what flipped the switch, but Kiyoomi cannot stop scenting him. Any chance he gets, Kiyoomi will scent him. Not even including the nightly cuddles. In the kitchen together, playing with Aimi, while out together. Any random person could smell him and would think he was a spoken for alpha. Not that Atsumu minds. 

Tonight, they’re going as friends. Atsumu has to constantly remind himself of that. But he can’t help but wonder what other people will think when they see them together. Neither one of them wears a ring, so it most likely won’t be mentioned unless they run into someone who doesn't care to be nosey.

Atsumu does one more look over of himself before heading out. It’s a black tie event, because of fucking course it is. Fucking private schools. That’s another thing, not only will Atsumu have to brave the night and try not to think of wanting to bend Kiyoomi over the first chance he gets, but he’s going to have to look at him in a suit all night. And because he grew up wealthy and still gets spoiled by his family, all his suits are tailored and fit him perfectly. Every dip and curve of his body can be seen despite the suit. Atsumu bites his fist just thinking about it. The night couldn’t get any worse. 

In the next life, Atsumu promises to be a better person. He will respect everyone no matter how irritating or annoying or how much they suck at basketball. Because this must be a punishment. Kiyoomi opens the door in a tailored fit. A dress. An emerald green dress that’s floor length. It has a boatneck neckline that accentuates his collarbones. The dress hugs Kiyoomi’s body from his breast to his ankles. If Atsumu thought his suits showed everything, this dress doesn’t hold a light. Atsumu barely has time to comment before Kiyoomi is dragging him back down to the car. 

“Let’s go, Aimi is going to kill us if we’re late.”

“She’s the child here!” Atsumu moves just as quickly to start his car back up and drive off. 

The sound of the radio is the only sound between them. Kiyoomi does last minute finishes in the passenger seat. Earrings, necklace, rings. Subtle eyeshadow and lip gloss. Beautiful. 

“Yer beautiful.”

“What?”

“Yer beautiful, ya look good.”

Atsumu doesn’t react when Kiyoomi doesn’t respond. The omega struggles with receiving compliments so no response is better than him trying to deny it. 

“Thank you. You look handsome. Aimi will be really happy. She thought you were serious about showing up in sweats.”

Another argument with a five year old Atsumu will not admit to having. 

“Thank ya darling.” The blush that spreads across Kiyoomi’s face never gets old. “I should have, shown her what happens when she disrespects her elders.”

“Because her favorite player is Toya and not you?”

“Might as well be cursing my ma!”

Kiyoomi pats Atsumu’s thigh and squeezes it, “Calm down, she still loves you very much. We both do.”

It was a whisper, maybe Atsumu wasn’t supposed to hear him, but he did. Atsumu grabs Kiyoomi’s hand to bring it to his lips to press a kiss before linking them and leaving it on his thigh. 

“Let’s get there so we don’t disappoint our girl, yeah?”

“Let’s.”

_

In hindsight, Atsumu knew Aimi’s school was pricey. Kiyoomi has complained about fees before which Atsumu promptly shut down when he reminded him that Kiyoomi’s parents actually cover the fees. But this venue is ridiculous. Clearly a bunch of pretentious fucks (minus Kiyoomi’s parents, they’re nice people) paid for this with their kid’s tuition and probably a hefty donation to the school. 

“Wow, yer money goes a long way here huh? At least they have something to show for it.”

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes before grabbing Atsumu’s hand to drag him through the venue to look for Aimi. Which wasn;t hard to do. Well for Aimi to find them considering the two of them tower over more people than they don’t here. 

“Mommy!” 

Aimi runs up to Kiyoomi and the omega meets her in a squat. Despite the dress, despite the heels, despite the clutch he carries. Fuck, this is what he was talking about. His body reacts at the most terrible times.

“Hi baby. How was your day?”

“So fun! Chiyo and I made a new friend this week. I need ya to meet her parent so we can have playdates.”

“Wait, what?”

“I want ya to meet her parents so she can come over!”

Kiyoomi turns around and looks at Atsumu. “What have you done to my baby?”

Atsumu can’t help but laugh. It had been a running joke when Aimi started talking. Kiyoomi would be mortified if she picked up on his accent from how often he was around. Kiyoomi thought she successfully evaded it, but it looks like she was just a bit delayed. 

Aimi knows what’s coming before Atsumu even lifts his hand. She tucks her chin just a little and closes her eyes when Atsumu ruffles her hair. 

“Sure thing sweetheart. I’ll even make sure yer mama even plays nice.”

“Yes! Now come on, I want to show you all my artwork.”

In hindsight, it’s a scam. Send the children to school and they create their lovely mediocre art. And instead of sending it home with them at the end of the week, they make it look fancy putting it in a face case and start the bidding at thousands of yen. And unfortunately, it fucking works. 

Originally, Atsumu had no intention of spending his own money on anything, strictly Kiyoomi’s. But the little girl knew what she was doing. The theme was family. She drew the three of them. At Kiyoomi’s apartment on the couch where the three of them spend a lot of time. Sick days, rainy days, too hot or cold days. Just about any day. As much as he knew Aimi loved him, she said it every time they saw each other. Seeing she considered him family, or wanted him to be part of their family was different. Hell, even when she was trying to call him daddy, he chopped it up as some kid thing. But now, he knows. 

Kiyoomi did spend a ridiculous amount of money on the rest of Aimi’s artworks and already had plans of where each one would hang up in their apartment. Atsumu also already knew where he would hang his up at, but that wasn’t here or there. 

The night was coming to an end and Atsumu’s suggestion had been effective in the best way. No one outside of Aimi’s teachers bothered Kiyoomi all night. Not a single side eye or pitiful look was thrown his way. Some people may have tried to question their lack of bond marks, but they never claimed to be together, everyone assumed. 

Thinking about it, it could be easily assumed. Atsumu couldn’t keep his hands to himself all night. Kiyoomi looked too enticing not to touch. An arm around his waist, holding his hand, an arm around his shoulder as he attempted to tuck Kiyoomi into his side as best as he could with the few additional inches from the heels he wore. Kiyoomi accepted it all with ease. 

If Atsumu hadn’t already had the whole feelings realization crash out, he’d be having it tonight. Atsumu would have never considered himself afraid to speak his mind or share his feelings, but this is about Kiyoomi. He’s watched the omega be at his lowest. Atsumu was a key factor in getting him out of that slump. He’d hate to be part of any reason he’s sad again. 

When the valet has the car brought around (because yes there was valet available), a high pitch scream is heard and then Aimi is joining in on the high pitch screams.

“Remember what we talked about?”

While still jumping up and down, “Sometimes we use our inside voices outside.”

“Exactly. Now can you introduce me to your new friend.”

“Mommy, this is my friend Yuka. Yuka, this is my mommy and uncle Tsumu.”

Yuka bows before shaking both of their hands. Formal girl. 

“You don’t have a mommy and daddy?”

“Nope, just a mommy.”

“Me too! One second.” Yuka runs off and quickly comes back with a man and a woman in tow. “These are not my mommy and daddy. They are my nii and nee-sans!”

While the girls scream and bond over their lack of parents (poor things), Kiyoomi tries to introduce himself as it seems this is the girl Aimi will want to invite over. Emphasize on the tries. The pair are distracted. Atsumu quickly tries to brush his face in case something was left behind from the hors d'oeuvres that were provided.

“You’re Aimi’s parents?”

Atsumu can feel his collar warm up at the implication of them being together, so he knows Kiyoomi’s face might mirror a beet. 

“Omi here is her mom. I’m just a close friend.”

The omega mumbles under her breath, “Interesting,” before introducing herself. “I’m Mizuki and this is my brother, Ren. We are Yuka’s guardians.”

Kiyoomi shakes both of their hands and introduces them on his behalf. It’s nothing but awkward small talk from there. Kiyoomi asked a bunch of questions before making sure he would ever allow Aimi to go to their place and vice versa. Atsumu has practically zoned out until the brother gets his attention. 

“Atsumu, right?”

“The one and only.”

“So, you’re just friends? You and Kiyoomi I mean.”

“Yeah, we've known each other since middle school. Shit, probably before then. Been such a long time.”

Ren nods his head and stares off at Kiyoomi before asking, “So is he single? I don’t see a ring or a bite.”

Suddenly there is a ringing in Atsumu’s ear. “Why do ya ask?”

“You know.”

Ren tries to shoot him a smile and bump shoulders, but Atsumu stands stone face and unmoving. “No, I don’t know. Why?”

Ren drops his smiles and has more of a nervous look to him, “Well I was going to ask him out. See if he wanted to get a drink or something.”

“Oh, okay I see.” 

Atsumu doesn’t entertain the guy for one more second. He steps back over to Kiyoomi and pulls the omega in by the waist. It startles Kiyoomi, only briefly, and he stands himself straight with placing a hand on the alpha’s chest.

“Atsumu”

“We’re leaving.”

Kiyoomi doesn’t argue. He does get Mizuki’s contact information. They must have hit it off and Atsumu can expect some play dates coming up soon. They prompt Aimi to tell Yuka bye and get her into the car. Atsumu is struggling with her carseat when he hears it in the background. And Aimi must’ve heard it too. She whips her head around struggling to look past Atsumu. 

“Would you like to get something to eat?”

Atsumu turns around and sees the alpha’s back toward them, as if he cut Kiyoomi off to ask him. Kiyoomi looks over his shoulder and locks eyes with Atsumu. The omega must have seen something he didn’t like because for some odd reason, he agrees. Kiyoomi takes his phone out and allows the alpha to put his contact information into it. 

The sudden stench of smokey leather doesn’t go unnoticed, but Atsumu does nothing to hide the anger that radiates off of him. It’s the tug on his hair that draws his attention from the damn near nightmare that is happening in front of him.

“I know mommy’s secret, it’ll be okay.” Aimi’s smile is huge and blinding. It’s hard to stay upset when something like that is directed toward you.

“Yeah, are ya going to tell me what the secret is?”

“No! He has to tell ya! So we can all be happy.”

Poor thing, she doesn’t even realize the accent that magically drops when she speaks. He can’t imagine his life without her. 

“Mimi?”

“Yes?”

“Do ya still want me as yer daddy?”

If Atsumu had been jealous when Kiyoomi was still with his ex, he was filled with nothing but rage now. The fucker from the fundraiser night, was constantly berating (texting) Kiyoomi and asking him out. It’s like the asshole didn’t have a job. 

“I just don’t see what ya might even see in the guy.”

“You literally know nothing about him, Atsumu.”

Atsumu takes the empty plate that sits in front of Kiyoomi to wash it and place it on the drying rack. Aimi comes into the room after being tucked into bed twice. She knows she should be in bed right now, but yet here she is.

“Mimi, what are ya doing? We are not doing this tonight.” Atsumu dries his hands and rounds the corner to pick her up. She opens her arms readily. 

“I can’t sleep. I want to sleep with you and mommy.” 

Kiyoomi stands up and takes Aimi from his arms. He presses an exaggerated kiss on her forehead that makes her giggle. “Baby, you know Atsumu has to go. How about-”

“It’s okay, I can stay.” 

Kiyoomi’s eyes almost bulge when they look up at him from Aimi’s face, “What?”

“I can stay a bit longer. Lay down with ya and Aimi. At least until she falls asleep. If that’s okay with you of course.”

“Yeah, okay yeah that’s fine.” 

“Yay!! Sleepover!” Aimi wiggles her way out of Kiyoomi’s arms and runs to her bedroom. She runs back out across the hall with blankets and stuffies. Kiyoomi’s bed is only so big, but they’ll make it work. 

When Atsumu looks up from Aimi, Kiyoomi is staring at him. Expression still shocked. 

“Lead the way.”

While they both figured this was a ploy for Aimi to somehow stay up a little bit longer, it turned out it wasn’t. She knocked out the second her head in the pillow. Her back to Atsumu’s chest as she lays her head on Kiyoomi’s arm. 

“I think she got this capability from you. She falls asleep easily and is almost dead to the world.”

“Hey, I’m pretty good about waking up when ya call me or Aimi yells from down the hall.”

“Yeah, but that’s a new skill of yours. During our away games, I could’ve performed a root canal and you wouldn’t have woken up.”

Atsumu laughs at that one. There was one too many times he did have to be almost dragged out of bed. “Yeah well the two of ya keep me on my toes. My favorite girls.”

Kiyoomi reaches over and brushes a strand of his hair out of his face. The omega caresses the side of his face before rubbing his wrist over his neck gland. “You’re too good for us.”

“No such thing, baby.”

“Why have you stuck around?’

“Why wouldn’t I have?”

“Because I’m too needy or too much.” 

Atsumu sits up, “Did he say that?”

Kiyoomi looks away, but keeps his hand on Atsumu. “It may have been brought up a time or two.”

“He didn’t deserve ya.”

“But what if he was right?”

“He wasn’t. It has nothing to do with our genetic makeup bullshit either. He just wasn’t man enough to take care of ya or Aimi. Good riddance to him. Ya need someone that will always take care of ya and cherish ya for who ya are. Flaws and all.”

“I have flaws?”

“I said ya weren’t too much, not that ya were perfect.”

Kiyoomi chops the side of his neck before laughing and rolling over. This disturbs Aimi and she unconsciously climbs on top of Atsumu. With an arm around Aimi on his chest, Atsumu uses his other arm to pull Kiyoomi flush against his side. The omega turns over and lays his head on Atsumu’s chest. Atsumu feels the kiss but doesn’t comment on it.

“Goodnight Omi.” 

“Goodnight Atsumu.”

It may only be the first time they’ve done this, but it won’t be the last. Kiyoomi and Aimi, they are his future. 

When Atsumu wakes up in the morning, he feels a lot lighter without the weight of two other people on him. He barely registers his surroundings when a weight does end up on his chest again, a lot more painful than what it was the night before. 

“Tsumu!!!! I was so happy to finally wake up and see you and mommy in bed!!! It’s like yer going to be my daddy really!! I’m so excited. I hear mommy say you were taking her out tonight. Where are you taking it?”

What.

“What?”

“Mommy was talking to uncle Toya and he said he had a date tonight. With you right?”

No, Kiyoomi doesn’t have a fucking date with him tonight. 

“Yeah sweetie, he sure does.”

_

Apparently Mr. Fundraiser had grown the balls to ask Kiyoomi out. And Kiyoomi for some odd reason agreed

Maybe because he is single and this is the first time he’s done anything like this in years.

Shut the fuck up Samu.

Now, did he have to lie and tell Kiyoomi he couldn’t watch Aimi tonight because he was busy? No he didn’t. But Kiyoomi was lying by omission by not telling him his plans anyway. So their lies cross each other out. 

Finding out where they were going was easy. Sometimes Kiyoomi is practically a boomer and has no idea how to work his phone. When Atsumu once asked him to send his address, he shared his location with him and Atsumu has had it ever since. Atsumu shared his location as well, again Kiyoomi is just clueless. 

Tracking his dot on the map, they started at dinner. An upscale restaurant. Not surprising, both of their kids go to an expensive private school, of course they’ll go somewhere lavish. They ended up in a park, most likely walking dinner off. It is Kiyoomi’s favorite park in the area.

One of the most surprising things about Kiyoomi, he loves to dance. He loves when the team goes out to clubs or parties because he will be able to dance. So it’s no surprise when their final location of the night is Kiyoomi’s favorite club. A bit more East in the city. Not as crowded as some of the others, mostly due to their overpriced drinks. But it is Kiyoomi’s standard. 

Initially, Atsumu had no plans of actually showing up at their date spots. He just wanted to know where they were going, but this felt necessary. Atsumu scans the crowd for Kiyoomi immediately. They’re in his favorite spot. In the corner, but a good enough view to watch the crowds. 

No surprise here, but it’s hard to watch. Kiyoomi looks like he’s having a good time. His smiles don’t look like the forced ones. He’s letting the guy into his space gradually. A touch here and there that he allowed. It made him uncomfortable. The moment the alpha got up, Atsumu approached the table and sat down.

“Why are ya doing here with this asshole?”

Kiyoomi almost chokes on his drink when he realizes it’s Atsumu joining him at the table. “Atsumu, what are you doing here?!”

“I asked ya something first, Omi? Why are ya here with him?” 

Kiyoomi swallows and fidgets in his set. “He asked me out and I agreed.”

“Why? I thought ya knew ya were mine.”

“I’m yours?”

“Fucking obviously Kiyoomi.” There goes that pout that he loves to see so much, that he wants to kiss. 

“Okay, watch how you speak to me. How was I supposed to know you wanted me too?!”

“So ya do want to be mine?”

Kiyoomi flushes at the realization of his mistake. “Oh fuck you. You knew I liked you, yet you kept parading around town with a bunch of different omegas every chance you got!”

“That’s rich coming from the guy who had an entire mate the entire time and didn’t say anything to me until ya were practically married!”

“Well how I was supposed to know you would be interested in me in the first place!! You only ever dated women!”

“Kiyoomi?”

The pair look toward the alpha that just got back with shots for the two of them. Atsumu stands and when he does, he snatches one of the shots from out of the alpha’s hand and downs it. 

“Look, baby, we can talk about all of that later. Are ya coming with me or not.”

This beautiful, beautiful stubborn omega looks at him with the biggest mix of a frown and pout on his face and stands. Kiyoomi takes the remaining shot and downs it. 

“You’re lucky I like you.” Kiyoomi turns to the fundraiser prick, “Thank you for a nice night, but I have to go.”

It’s mostly silent in the car. Silence isn’t typically a problem between them, but the air feels charged. Atsumu can’t tell what’s running through Kiyoomi’s mind right now. The omega looks out the window and has his body faced away from him. His scent is still pleasant, so he can’t be too upset. But Kiyoomi has a talent of masking his scent somehow. 

When the car comes to a red light, Kiyoomi finally turns his body toward Atsumu. 

“You’ve fucked a pussy before right?”

The drive to his apartment was a blur. Atsumu will not be surprised when he gets traffic tickets in the mail soon, he had to have broken a few traffic laws.

They’re a tangle of limbs from the parking garage to the front door of his apartment. Atsumu can barely get the key in before Kiyoomi is back into his space. 

As much as Atsumu pictured fucking into Kiyoomi, every kiss he thought of them sharing was soft and slow. Cherishing every pass of their lips. Not this frantic and all tongue kiss. He wouldn’t have it any other way. Kiyoomi practically melts into his arms as he backs him into the apartment. They kick off their shoes and head straight to the bedroom. 

On the way, they managed to step on every single one of Aimi’s mini brand toys. Atsumu always thought they were stupid yet he kept buying them for her. Kiyoomi slipped on a toy car that was in the hallway and the siren of it rang in the hallway. When they finally made it to the bed, the stuffie she keeps strictly at Atsumu made it an uncomfortable lump in the bed and Atsumu had to awkwardly shuffle to pull it out.

“Damn it, I told her to put this and all her other toys back in her room.”

Kiyoomi sits straddled on Atsumu’s waist with an amused smile as he complains about the toys throughout his apartment. 

“You know, you have some much of hers here. It’s almost like we share custody of her.”

“Yeah, she’s taking over.” Atsumu sits up and pulls Kiyoomi down with a tug to his hair to meet him in a kiss. 

Kiyoomi breaks the kiss too quickly for Atsumu’s liking. So he takes to leaving kisses along the omega’s necks.

“I liked you before. Before my ex left. Before I even introduced the two of you” Kiyoomi tilts his head to the side to give Atsumu more space to leave kisses along the column of his neck.

“I did too, but I didn’t realize it then. To be honest, it took some time for me to realize this time.”

“I didn’t think you liked me. Thought you were only into female omegas.”

“I am, or I was. I don’t know, but I want ya.”

“There were times I would think, what would my life be like if you were my alpha. If you put your pups in me.”

Atsumu rolls them over and presses Kiyoomi into the mattress. “No need to wonder anymore darling, I’m all yours.” 

Striping Kiyoomi felt like unwrapping a gift. It was all pale skin that became revealed and moles dotted across his skin. Atsumu quickly rids them both of their clothes. He takes his time appreciating Kiyoomi’s body. Kissing every mole making sure each one has been praised. Spending even extra time on the ones in between his thighs.

The bite his ex left is no longer there, just smooth flesh that looks as if it had never been bitten. Atsumu is going to change that. He sucks a bruise everywhere and places a bite on top of each one. Kiyoomi’s thighs shake and quiver with each exhale on his skin. Atsumu’s roots are probably a deep red from the way Kiyoomi has been tugging on them. 

Kiyoomi’s pussy is leaking. Atsumu wants nothing more than to slurp up all of his juices, so he does. Atsumu licks up every drop of Kiyoomi slick from his hole, thighs, and what ran down to his hole. Kiyoomi screams from it, letting go of Atsumu's hair altogether. He knows he rung one out of Kiyoomi by the way so much slick gushes out of him. As much as he would love to feast, but his cock and knot are trapped and he needs some sort of relief right away. 

When Atsumu lifts his head, slick covers the lower half of his face. Kiyoomi pulls his face down to taste himself and devours Atsumu’s lips in a kiss. 

“You make me feel so good, I feel good. Atsumu please.”

“If I knew all I needed to do was eat yer pussy for ya to beg I would've done it ages ago.”

Kiyoomi weakly hits him in the chest but pulls him down back on top of him all the same. 

“I think yer wet enough, but put on a show for me baby. Show me what it’ll look like when it’s my cock.” 

Atsumu waves two of his fingers in Kiyoomi’s face who gets the message immediately. He grabs Atsumu’s hand and swirls his tongue around his fingers. He bobs his head up and down and swallows around them, showing no gag reflex.

“Oh baby, I am going to have a time with you. On yer knees.” 

Kiyoomi scrambles to get on his knees and present for Atsumu. He sways his hips to entice the alpha even more. “Hurry up alpha.”

Atsumu taps Kiyoomi’s ass, but the omega moans. Noted. “I’m gonna start ya off with two. Ya should still be loose enough.” And he was. In fact, two wasn’t enough for long. Kiyoomi was begging for his cock like his life depended on it. 

“Atsumu please, Alpha please!”

“But ya beg so beautifully. Ya have been such a good girl though, I’ll give ya what ya want. Alright darlin’, I got ya. Let me take care of ya.” 

Atsumu sits up and situates himself behind  Kiyoomi. Using Kiyoomi’s slick, Atsumu wets his cock before sliding into Kiyomi. They moan in unison when Atsumu settles fully inside of Kiyoomi. 

“Yer so fucking tight.” 

Kiyoomi squeezes around Atsumu’s cock at the comment.

“Fuck, Kiyoomi. Baby, ya gotta slow down.”

Atsumu grips the back of Kiyooi’s neck to press him into the bed. Kiyoomi turns his head to breathe and then Atsumu pulls all the way out to begin fucking into him. It’s slow, torturously slow and he knows it. Atsumu is waiting until KIyoomi opens his mouth before he does anything else. 

“This good for ya baby?”

Kiyoomi’s eyes are closed tight and he nods his head. 

“Ya sure?”

Another nod.

“Look, as much as I love looking at yer pretty face, I need ya to use some words.”

“It feels good.”

Well just good isn’t enough. Atsumu lifts one of Kiyoomi’s legs to change the angle and Kiyoomi screams.

“How was that?

Kiyoomi only nods again.

“Since ya liked the other position more, I’ll-”

“No, no, no Atsumu please fuck me just like this just like this. I want to give you a pup, it’ll take like this. please. “

There are tears running down Kiyoomi’s face and he knows exactly what to say. Atsumu’s cock gets impossibly harder and he fucks into Kiyoomi with no abandon. He keeps his hand on the back of Kiyoomi’s neck to keep him in place. 

Atsumu knot inflated in record speed at just the sound of Kiyoomi’s whine. The way Kiyoomi’s pussy grips his cock, he’s come again. It’s spasming all over his cock.

“Yer such a good girl coming on my cock like that.”

“Feels..good. Atsumu please, want your knot.” 

Who knew Kiyoomi could reduced to this, fucked stupid. Why were both of them so dense.They could have done this so long ago!

“Anything for you.” 

Atsumu pulls out and flips Kiyoomi to his stomach. He pushes both of his legs up into a mating press before sliding back in. “Gotta make sure it takes, fill ya with my pups. Make ya a mama again.”

“Yes, please make me a mommy. Atsumu, please!”

Atsumu fucks his knot in and out a Kiyoomi a few times before finally locking them together. Kiyoomi wraps his arms and legs around him as if he could go somewhere right now. Their breaths are heavy and their skin is cool from the dying sweat.

Atsumu rolls them to their sides so Kiyoomi doesn’t have to bear his weight. Atsumu almost falls asleep when Kiyoomi pokes his forehead. 

“Aimi is going to be really happy.”

“Mimi is going to be happy I knotted ya? Baby, please tell me ya haven’t already had the birds and bees talk with her. I know yer worried and trying to be proactive but please, there’s a limit.”

“Atsumu, what the fuck? No, of course not! She keeps referring to you as daddy.

“Oh. Yeah I know. She’s been calling me that to my face. Told me as long as the person cares and loves her, they could be a daddy.”

“Interesting.”

“And she told me ya had a crush on me.”

“She did! She said she wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“My sweet Omi, she can easily be bribed.” 

Kiyoomi runs his hand through Atsumu’s hair, lulling him back to sleep when another poke his forehead wakes him up. 

“Yes, baby?”

“So does this mean we’re together?’

Atsumu looks down to where his knot is still inflated inside of Kiyoomi and back up at Kiyoomi. “Yes, baby.  We’re together.”

“I was serious about wanting more kids. With you.”

“I was serious about giving ya more kids.”

“Okay, I love you.”

“I love ya too.”

The first thing they do when Atsumu’s knot deflates is shower, Kiyoomi would not entertain the idea of another round without even rinsing off first. Second, two photos are sent out. One to Mimi’s ipad. 

Atsumu kissing Kiyoomi’s cheek and voice note letting her know they’ll have so many sleepovers now. 

The second photo is sent to Osamu. It’s Atsumu’s back in the mirror covered in scratches and Kiyoomi off to the side in nothing but Atsumu’s shirt. The message read, I told you I would handle it.