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University is about what Kiyoomi expected. His course load is easy enough to handle. Volleyball is familiar, the long hours, strain on his body and routine of it brings him a sense of comfort in this new environment.

There are some positives, like the familiar faces from tournaments in high school. His university team is mixture of new and old, his classes are the same and he's thankful for the familiarity when things feel too new, too out of his control. He got a part time job at a bakery with flexible hours, most of the work happening early in the morning before he has classes so it doesn't interfere with practice. It's clean and repetitive, calming his mind before his day begins.

There are changes too, he's living on his own. His apartment is a modest one bedroom, decorated starkly to his liking for easy cleaning. His cousin urged him to get a roommate but with all the new social aspects in his life he's glad to have ignored that recommendation. He has friends now, going out with a few people from his team and people he knew of in high school but never had the chance to interact more than a passing hello, which he rarely did.

The biggest change from high school to university are his feelings for a certain blond, once a rival, now a teammate. Then quickly from a teammate to more. He's not entirely sure how it happened. All it took for his walls to shake was being introduced to Miya Atsumu as a teammate and the man respecting his boundaries without question or comment. It caught him off guard, as most people have something to ask or say about it. Yet Atsumu just moved with the flow of the sea and didn't treat him as an outsider.

They saw each other often with practice and around campus but the shift from acquaintance to friend was quick and simple. Their friendship coming on more naturally than he expected. A few study sessions where Atsumu would talk the entire time and it didn't bother Kiyoomi at all. The only emotions it sparked were surprise that Atsumu could get anything done and the other was intrigue, the desire to learn more about this man he always perceived as arrogant and little else.

They spend a lot of time together, outside of practice. Kiyoomi gets to the point that he would easily admit that Atsumu is his best friend. He doubts the sentiment is requited but he's learned that it doesn't matter. He feels the same either way.

Life continues like this for a long time until Kiyoomi wakes up feeling hungry. It wasn't a natural hunger, nor something that could be easily sated.

He craved for something more. More than friendship from Miya Atsumu.

Truthfully that was the beginning of the end if Kiyoomi were to think back.

This week has been very routine. Everyday has gone exactly to plan. He went to his classes, finished his assignments and studies. Practice was the same as it always was, loud, sore and rewarding. He ate the same meals he always does, read the book he's been leisure reading in his spare time. He has his weekly lunch with Motoya where they discussed a party his cousin is throwing and, "A certain someone you desperately need to ask out already because it's starting to get embarrassing Kiyo.", an unfortunate direct quote from Motoya that's been looping through his mind.

Which has led him here. The cause of his routine week to have a distinct anomaly that has no end in sight.

"There's a party this weekend I'm going to, would you come with me as my date?" He just spit it out of the blue. Completely cutting off Atsumu's attempted goodbye. They'd met between classes as they usually do and Kiyoomi tried to pay attention to Atsumu's anecdotes about his day. He truly did, but Motoya's words won't leave his mind and Atsumu is so distracting in the spring. The light reflecting off the new sprouts onto his hair and eyes, the loose fit of his clothes. Then suddenly he was stepping back lifting a hand to wave goodbye and Kiyoomi's mouth moved on instinct.

"Your date?" Atsumu asks with a disbelieving laugh. "Whose party is it?"

"Yes. It's Motoya's but—"

"Ohh, wait, are ya asking me to pose as your date in front of Motoya?"

"No—" Kiyoomi's eyebrows furrow as he tries to cut in and get the conversation back on track, unsure of where Atsumu's train of thought is heading.

Atsumu keeps laughing and talks over him, "Oh I get it, I get it. Is it a bet? Or maybe he's been bothering ya about being single? Omi ya don't gotta give into him, it's perfectly fine to want to be single."

At a loss Kiyoomi replies, "Right…"

"Don't worry, I'll help you out. We're close enough to fake it don'tcha think? I doubt anyone would be able to tell that it's not a real date."

"But…" Kiyoomi goes to correct him, to make it right but everything's already a mess and Atsumu clearly doesn't believe Kiyoomi would ask him out for real. That means he's adverse to the idea of a real date or he's an idiot and it's a 50/50 either way. Kiyoomi chooses not to push it. "Sure, let's… go on a fake date to Motoya's party."

"You're makin' it sound like I asked you, this is your idea! Is there anything I needa know or that ya want to discuss or practice?"

"Practice?" Kiyoomi almost sputters. "No, it will just be our first date, lets treat it as a first date."

"Sure, sure. You wanna text me the details and pick me up on the day of? I'd love to keep chattin' with ya Omi but I gotta run."

"Alright I'll text you and see you later…"

Kiyoomi trails off as Atsumu is already making his way in the opposite direction waving and calling out, "See ya later Omi!"

Kiyoomi stays rooted on the spot, wondering what just happened. He shakes his head trying to clear it and sighs.

He makes his way to his next class in a blur and lets everything wash over him. What on Earth would give Atsumu the impression that he would only ask him out as a favor or a bet? He had always assumed his intentions with Atsumu were quite obvious. The way Atsumu reacted however, gives him doubts. Maybe Atsumu was letting him down easy?

He seemed so serious about the fake date thing though… Who even goes on a 'fake date' anyway? It's absurd. Truly only something Atsumu would have come up with when he's asked out on a date. Which is ridiculous in it's own right given how many first dates Atsumu has been on.

It doesn't matter, the point is that Kiyoomi fucked up, badly. And now he has to live with the consequences of finally going on a date with Atsumu, to a party with all of their mutual friends, as some sort of stunt. Who knows if Atsumu will even treat it genuinely or not?

Kiyoomi groans and only allows himself to wallow in the embarrassment for the remainder of his walk before he locks the whole experience up in a little box and shoves it away hoping it never sees the light of day again.

Unfortunately, due to divine intervention for his foolishness, that tiny little box shakes nonstop for the next few days leading up to the party. It makes a racket in his head, moving this way and that, it's hinges squeaking as it tries to pry itself open.

He's seen Atsumu a few times since their conversation, which isn't surprising. Kiyoomi has most of his days scheduled around Atsumu's in someway or another outside of practice. Nothing crazy, just small opportunities for them to spend time together. Atsumu has done the same and now they have time set aside for each other throughout their days.

Normal friend things. Kiyoomi says to himself for the thousandth time since Atsumu turned his date invitation into a circus.

It's been good, seeing Atsumu. For a moment Kiyoomi thought it might be awkward seeing him after the disaster but Atsumu was the same as he always is and why wouldn't he be? For all he believes Kiyoomi didn't actually ask him out and there's nothing to think about, nothing to stress over.

Atsumu never brings up the fake date or the party at all.

As the day draws nearer Kiyoomi almost looks at the misunderstanding like a blessing. He was able to put himself out there and get rejected with Atsumu being none the wiser. No need for the awkward phase after feelings are proved unrequited that he once feared. Sure, it's disappointing and a bit sad that Atsumu didn't see Kiyoomi as enough of a love interest to even believe that his question was genuine and yes, it hurt how Atsumu laughed at the idea. At least Kiyoomi started small with asking Atsumu on a date and didn't say something outrageous like, 'I have feelings for you.' to the other man. He honestly shivers imagining what Atsumu's reaction might have been.

Atsumu texts Kiyoomi the night before their first date, the party and confirms everything for the next day and includes,

Listen Omi, I know ya havent been on many dates but I require certain things you know? I expect ya to be a doting date, no robot shit, you get me?

Kiyoomi wasn't sure if the visceral offense flowing through his body was warranted or not but it really didn't matter. Even if he was planning to be a perfect gentleman tomorrow to prove something to Atsumu and himself, now it all feels pointless. Atsumu will think it's for the act and Kiyoomi will have to do it anyway.

He's really put himself in a lose lose situation. He drops his head into his hands, fingers tangled into his hair.

He wakes up on the day of the party and stares at the ceiling, feeling the weight of his choices cover him like a blanket. Eventually he rolls over to check the time and finds a text from Motoya.

hey kiyo, are you ready for the party?! i hope our talk worked and you got the courage to ask atsumu to come with you ;) i'll expect to see you together tonight!

It hadn't really occurred to Kiyoomi until then what the implications of them showing up together would be. Sure, he thought about it before he asked Atsumu but at the time he expected that they would continue from their first date into others and eventually become official. Now with this fake date bullshit up in the air he doesn't even know how to respond. He leaves the message on read and goes through his morning routine, trying to find any semblance of control before he loses it all the moment he picks up Atsumu.

Overall the day is fine, it's not as full of impending doom as Kiyoomi expected. Atsumu messages him throughout the day sending anecdotes about what he's doing and different photos of outfits until Kiyoomi chooses one he likes, aka one that would look best on Atsumu.

It's not far to Atsumu's apartment so he chooses to save the money for the ride to Motoya's and walks to pick him up. The fresh air soothes him enough that he's relaxed when he knocks on the door.

Atsumu answers it with a wide grin, "Omi, you're early! I'm glad ya made it, did you walk?"

Kiyoomi follows Atsumu inside as he talks and removes his shoes, "Yes, we'll need to take a car to Motoya's though."

Atsumu waves for him to follow, "'Samu and Suna are comin' too. They're in his room, ya cool sharing a ride with 'em?"

"That's fine."

Kiyoomi sits on the floor beside Atsumu's futon while the other chats aimlessly while he finishes getting dressed and styling his hair. Kiyoomi pays attention, responds at all the right times, but his heart isn't quite in it. He is admittedly distracted by Atsumu's casualness.

A knock on the door frame snaps him out of his revere and Atsumu pauses in his story about how Bokuto's phone speaker broke so now when they call the other is always unnecessarily yelling.

"Ya ready?"

Atsumu spends a few more seconds tweaking his hair and then stands in the middle of the room, "Yep! How do I look? Fuckable?"

Osamu rolls his eyes and turns away, moving further into the home. Atsumu humphs and turns to present himself to Kiyoomi instead. He raises an eyebrow, "Well?"

Kiyoomi trails his eyes from Atsumu's feet to his hair. Taking note of the way his pants cling to his thighs, almost too tight to look comfortable. His shirt hugs his frame well, tighter than his everyday wear, the indents of his abdomen visible. He's got a smug smirk set on his lips and his eyes are bright, daring Kiyoomi to do anything but agree. He stands moving to stand in front of Atsumu, "You look very good."

Atsumu hums preening, "Only good? Not fuckable?"

They've done this dance many times, it's second nature the way Kiyoomi's eyes trail him more deliberately this time and he cracks a smile, "That's to be determined."

Kiyoomi ignores Atsumu's laugh and squawk of, "On what?" and follows the path Osamu took. Taking the space beside Suna who's lacing up his own shoes.

"Good to see you Sakusa."

"You too."

"Why're you coming with us? I figured you'd already be at Motoya's helpin' set up."

If it was a regular night, that's exactly what Kiyoomi would be doing. However it's not a regular night and it's just occurred to Kiyoomi that Atsumu hasn't told them anything. He hesitates, unsure of what he should say.

"He's comin' with us 'cause he's my date."

Osamu and Suna blink in surprise, it's uncanny how similar the reaction is. "Your date?" It's Osamu who asks.

"Yep, yer jealous right?"

Osamu scoffs, muttering how Atsumu is an idiot and Suna rolls his eyes but no one follows that up with anything. They head outside a few minutes later to get in the car Osamu ordered. The ride is easy, the other three keeping the flow of the conversation, Kiyoomi spends his time listening so he doesn't have to think.

The party is pretty busy by the time they arrive, drinks flowing, music playing. They make their way inside and separate before anyone notices them. Of course it doesn't take too long before they're noticed.

Atsumu nudges him and he turns just in time to see Motoya approaching with a large smile covering most of his face.

"Hey Kiyo! I'm glad to see you two here together since you didn't reply to my texts." Motoya slings his arms around their shoulders pulling them in. He throws an exaggerated pout Kiyoomi's way but it immediately turns back to his grin when he faces his companion. "So Atsumu, how'd he ask you?"

"Ask me?"

"Yeah, you're here together right? What'd he say?"

"Motoya…"

Atsumu laughs, "He just asked me to come as his date."

Motoya frowns, disappointed at the lack to flare, "That's it? No grand confession or anything?"

"Motoya!" Kiyoomi snaps embarrassed.

Motoya giggles, "Ohh sorry Kiyo. Maybe I've had more to drink than I thought." He releases them and pushes them farther into the house. "Go on, enjoy your date, have fun~"

"You too Motoya!" Atsumu calls with a smile as he drags Kiyoomi along with him. "Lets get something to drink."

Just as his text suggested, Atsumu stands back and lets Kiyoomi serve him, accepting the shot with a smile and looping his arm with Kiyoomi's making eye contact and waiting for him to remove his mask before tossing it back.

After a couple more Kiyoomi rinses their glasses and puts them back in the drawer, knowing it won't be the last they use them.

The drinks help him loosen up and he thinks he's been overreacting. He's gone to parties with Atsumu in the past, sure not as a date or a fake date for that matter but it's been fun so why can't it be that way this time? They chat in the kitchen for a bit and Kiyoomi looks around, seeing many friendly faces. It feels like throwing himself to the wolves when he turns to Atsumu and holds out a hand, "Lets go say hi to everyone."

"You wanna show me off Omi?"

"Of course."

Atsumu laughs and lets him lead the way.

The first people they run into is Hinata, Kageyama and Kenma. Hinata notices them first, stopping his conversation completely to greet them with a grin, "'Tsumu! Omi! When did you get here?!"

"Hey Shou, we haven't been here long, just had a couple drinks." Atsumu greets and gestures to the kitchen. The movement draws their eyes to their clasped hands.

Hinata gasps, "When did this happen?!" While Kenma raises an eyebrow and Kageyama looks from their hands to Hinata.

"When did what happen?"

"This!" He waves wildly at their hands, "Are you together?" Without waiting for an answer he suddenly snaps his eyes to Kiyoomi, "Wow, I thought you were more like Kageyama! This is faster than I expected."

"What does that mean idiot?" Kageyama scowls.

"I thought Kiyoomi wouldn't confess until we were pros at the very least! How did it happen?"

After spending so much time with the shorter man it's easy to keep up with the ping pong conversation but it doesn't make the subject any less headache inducing. "Nothing happened like you think. We're on a date."

"A date!" Hinata squeals, "So it is happening!" He laughs suddenly, "Wow Kiyoomi how'd you do it!"

Atsumu interrupts with a laugh, "How do ya figure it was him who asked?"

Hinata blinks at him but it's surprisingly Kenma who speaks, "Why would anyone think you asked?" Atsumu's expression pinches for a moment but Kenma's already turning to Kiyoomi, "How'd you break through to him? I'm surprised."

Kiyoomi's sure his hand is sweating and he loosens his grip but Atsumu doesn't release his hold. "I just… asked him," he answers lamely.

Kenma grunts in acknowledgment and says that he's going to find Kuroo before disappearing. Hinata and Kageyama are already in another heated discussion and Kiyoomi takes the exit for the blessing that it is.

Not wanting to linger on anything that was said, he quickly makes his way to someone else. They get through a few people without any dramatic reactions to them being there together that Kiyoomi starts to relax again.

"Omi-Omiiii," Atsumu calls with an exaggerated pout, Kiyoomi turns to him easily with a question in his brows, "We've been talking to too many people, you're not payin' attention to me."

Kiyoomi huffs out an exasperated laugh and tugs Atsumu in front of him and holds eye contact, "You're the only one I'm thinking about."

Atsumu grumbles in denial but quickly changes tactics, "Prove it to me."

Kiyoomi blinks at him for a few seconds, his brow creasing, "How?"

Atsumu gives him a sly grin, "I'm sure you can think of something."

Kiyoomi studies him for a few moments. He's not sure what would be overstepping given the dynamic of their relationship in general so he chooses not to hold back. Pulling his hand out of Atsumu's hold to place them on his hips instead. After some internal debate he tilts his head and leans in to speak into Atsumu's ear.

"I've been thinking of your legs in these jeans, every time our hands nudged against them." He trails his hands lower, brushing his thighs and moving back up, "You know these are too small, don't you?"

"C'mon Omi, you know smaller sizes look better on me." He chuckles quietly.

Kiyoomi hums, not a confirmation or denial. "Is that why you wore this shirt?"

"You bought me this shirt."

Kiyoomi pulls back to admire it, and tugs on the ends with his fingers, "I did, didn't I? It looks good."

"Not bad Omi, but I require more."

"Let's get you a drink." Instead of pulling away or taking Atsumu's hand again he moves to guide Atsumu with a hand on the small of his back. They make it to the kitchen easily and Kiyoomi settles Atsumu against the counter. "I'll make something you like."

Atsumu stays put but trails him with his body, following Kiyoomi's path. "That confident?"

"That I know your tastes?" Kiyoomi specifies, grabbing a bottle and turning to Atsumu at the confirming hum, "Yes."

Atsumu smirks and doesn't say another word as Kiyoomi pours his drink into one of the disposable cups available. Atsumu accepts the cup Kiyoomi offers and takes a sip, tilting his head considering the drink as if he didn't know exactly what it was. He grins, "Perfect. Maybe you do pay attention to me Omi."

Kiyoomi doesn't dignify that with a response and pours himself another shot, repeating his process of cleaning and returning the glass before moving back to Atsumu and pulling him out of the kitchen by his hand.

The party becomes more crowded as the night goes on, he has no clue how Motoya knows so many people but it's not his concern.

He keeps Atsumu close by keeping their hands clasped. They're pushed around, Atsumu drink sloshing in his cup, coming dangerously close to spilling a few times. It's loud, so loud to the point that they have to lean their heads in with ears tilting towards each other to hear. After asking Atsumu to repeat himself for the second time he huffs out a laugh, "Sorry, in hindsight this isn't the best first date location."

Atsumu laughs, pushing against his shoulder, "Are ya kiddin' Omi? This is the best fake first date I've ever had."

The words wash over Kiyoomi quickly and he suppresses a flinch, it's easier to ignore when it's not forced in front of him. He doesn't have time to wallow in the feeling or reply before their names are called.

"'Tsum 'Tsum! Omi! It's great to see you!" Bokuto appears out of nowhere and pulls Atsumu in for a quick hug and pats Kiyoomi on the shoulder. The sudden movements almost pulls them apart and the tug brings their hands to his attention. "Woah! Congratulations!"

They nod in acknowledgment and Kiyoomi spots Akaashi, quickly moving past it, "Akaashi, how are you doing?"

"Good. I'm glad to be here." They make some more small talk while Bokuto and Atsumu get lost in a heated discussion about the previously mentioned broken speaker. Akaashi takes the distraction to motion to their hands, asking a silent question.

"We're on a date."

He's unable to question any further because Bokuto exclaims, "A date? That's great! Did you confess?"

It takes a moment to realize the question is directed at him, he clears his throat, "No." Bokuto starts pouting, looking distressed. "I did ask him though," he continues and Bokuto's frown turns back into a smile.

"I'm so glad! This is great! Have fun you two." Bokuto's grin grows and he abandons all conversations to lead Akaashi away.

This same thing happens a few more times, people making comments like, "It's about time!", "Oh man it was so obvious, I'm glad you did something about it Sakusa.", even a couple invitations to double dates, which they politely do not answer, before they finally make it though anyone worth seeing.

Kiyoomi is trying to will down the blush on his cheeks when Atsumu starts laughing, drawing his attention.

"Ya know Omi, it's kinda funny, people keep talkin' to ya like you've been pining for me or somethin'."

Kiyoomi can muster up nothing else but a blank stare at Atsumu as he blinks slowly, his face showing none of the chaos going on in his mind. The embarrassment at everyone's words, which still would have been humiliating if this was a real date. The shame that he's here parading around with Atsumu as if he succeeded in something. The frustration in himself for not correcting Atsumu when the misunderstanding occurred or any time after. Most of all there's the feeling of complete satisfaction as he watches how the low lights and cheap LED's reflect off of Atsumu's skin, softening his features. The way his eyes droop the more he has to drink and how those eyes have stayed focused on him all night long, only straying to talk to people who approach them.

"Funny," Kiyoomi replies softly once Atsumu's eyes wander for a moment.

Atsumu smiles but his brow furrows some, "You alright Omi? Ya zoned out for a minute there, too much to drink?"

Kiyoomi shakes his head, no he hasn't had too much to drink. Yet he still feels intoxicated, because despite this date not being real he's still having a good time. He's still here with Atsumu with his attention and presence surrounding him. Honestly there's little more he wants, except maybe a real date and…

"Do you want to dance?"

"I didn't know ya liked dancin'."

Kiyoomi shrugs, he enjoys it well enough but that has nothing to do with why he asks Atsumu. "I saw some people dancing in the front room earlier, we should join them."

Atsumu studies him for a moment and then sends him a genuine smile, "'Course Omi." He takes Kiyoomi's hand and waits for him to lead the way. "Since you're putting in so much effort into bein' a great date and all, I'll let you have this dance."

Earlier in the night those comments have been bothering Kiyoomi but now? He's decided to let it go for the night, let Atsumu say whatever it is he's going to say and choose to do exactly what he hoped to do on their first date when he thought about it in the past.

When they get to the dance floor, which is really just 5 or 6 people tucked into the side of the room moving to the music, it's easy for Kiyoomi to take a hold of Atsumu and turn so they face each other. He immediately starts moving them to the rhythm, forcing Atsumu to move his feet at they rock around in a small circle.

Atsumu stays silent an entire song before he laughs, "This is the kinda dancin' you wanted to do?"

"This isn't the club Atsumu."

"'Course it isn't but I don't need to be grindin' on ya to get rid of this space between us. Besides you're leading me like my mom would, let's change it up some. Twirl me around, pull me close, act like ya want me."

Kiyoomi jolts, skin breaking out in chills, 'act like ya want me' echoing in his mind for a few seconds before he pulls Atsumu in. It's hard to keep composure when their torsos press together, bringing their body lines into one. Kiyoomi can feel Atsumu's thighs pressed against his own and moves his hands from his waist down to his hips. Atsumu's hands follow a similar path going from his shoulders, down his back and to his hips. Squeezing as they go before curling back up and hugging him, hands clasped onto his shoulder blades.

Atsumu's breath is hot on his ear and neck when he speaks in a low voice, "Ah that's more like it, doesn't it feel better like this? Touchin' is always better." His lips brush against Kiyoomi's ear at the last sentence and his breath stutters under his mask.

They're touching more but dancing less, their movement restrained by the proximity. They're still just swaying in a circle to the beat but Atsumu's complaints are nowhere to be heard as their hands trail each other.

It's sensual but hardly anything groundbreaking or inappropriate. It's just like it was the first time he touched someone while dancing, the awkwardness of his movements, the stiffness in his hips to keep them from moving. The only differences are that there's no uncomfortable tingling under his skin that touched another and this is Atsumu. Somehow that changes everything.

Kiyoomi drops his head onto Atsumu's shoulder trying to disguise the racing of his heart and the speed of his breaths. His hands return to their place at Atsumu's hips and stay there. He knows that this is nothing, really it isn't. It isn't even real, Atsumu doesn't actually care, but those facts don't stop his mind from buzzing, it doesn't stop the blush rising on his cheeks. It doesn't stop his fingers tightening their hold and bringing Atsumu's hips flush against his own.

He hears a break in Atsumu's steady breathing the moment they collide and then a low chuckle, "I thought this wasn't the club Omi? Decided you want it anyway?" With that as his warning Atsumu starts moving differently, swaying his hips with the music, bringing his entire body into the dance. Kiyoomi is helpless to follow. "It'd be better if I turn around, but to do that ya gotta let go."

Kiyoomi hesitates, logically he doesn't want Atsumu grinding on him for jokes at his cousins house party. Yet in his more clouded mind filled with nothing but Atsumu he finds his fingers loosening their hold, turning Atsumu himself. Using the opportunity to brush his fingers along the fit build of his stomach. His hands return to their place on Atsumu's hips once he's turned and he finds the delightful discovery that now he can press his fingers into the delicate skin surrounding his hip bones, teasing digging them in.

Atsumu presses back against him so their bodies are pushed firmly together once more and they move to the music like that for a while. No grinding, nothing obscene, just them pressed tightly together holding each other. Kiyoomi's head resting in the junction of his neck while Atsumu holds onto his forearms, squirming anytime Kiyoomi readjusts his fingers.

Atsumu leans his head back against his shoulder, speaking directly in his ear, "Ya know Kiyoomi, you feel good on me. Why haven't we done this before? Yer hands are driving me crazy."

It takes a moment for the words to sink in, while he's processing he tightens his fingers again, pushing them deeper into Atsumu's skin than he intended. The result is a hitch in Atsumu's breath that brushes right against Kiyoomi's ear. Suddenly Atsumu's words make him freeze, his body stopping while Atsumu's tries to continue but can't due to Kiyoomi's hold.

He has a moment of clarity to wonder, "What the fuck am I doing?" and he releases Atsumu before he realizes he's doing it.

Atsumu makes a noise of surprise, "Too far?"

Kiyoomi shakes his head and lifts it before gently moving Atsumu off of him, "No," Kiyoomi answers honestly, for on any other day Kiyoomi would have had a very different reaction to those words. He takes Atsumu's hand once again and twirls him a few times. Stopping when Atsumu faces him with a flushed grin. It feels too much, too real and he blurts out, "I need to use the restroom." It's the first excuse that came to mind, though once he says it he regrets it, especially when Atsumu's grin turns to a smirk

"Oh I see, need any help?"

"No. How do you feel about grabbing a drink and I'll meet you in the kitchen?"

Atsumu studies him for a moment longer, trailing his eyes down the length of him and back up with a smile, "Sure Omi, I'll see ya in there."

He waits for Atsumu to turn away and then he flees. When he makes it to the bathroom he has to wait in a line of three people. Which feels even more pointless than usual given the fact that he doesn't really need to go but it does give him some time to sort through his thoughts. He's not sure how to read Atsumu. The other man has flirted with him throughout the entirety of their friendship. He always has a comment, no matter the time or situation. It's not something that has ever particularly affected Kiyoomi like it is tonight. Is it the proximity or the way he says it? It cant be that Kiyoomi has deluded himself into thinking Atsumu actually wants him. There's no time for foolish thoughts such as that, especially tonight when Atsumu seems to be testing all of his boundaries.

He's calmed down by the time it's his turn but since he's already there he makes quick use of the bathroom and spends double the amount of time necessary washing his hands and arms. It's almost a loss to be washing Atsumu off of him but the longer he cleans his skin the clearer his head feels.

Kiyoomi heads to the kitchen determined to stay clearheaded for the rest of the night. He doesn't mean to do it, it's not intentional that he eavesdrops but he heard his name at what seems to be the tail end of a conversation when he gets to the doorway and freezes in place.

"What are you thinking coming here with Kiyoomi anyway?"

"I thought it'd be fun. He asked me, why would I say no?"

"So you decided to torture him all night?"

"That's goin' a bit far, I think he's havin' a good time."

"You don't think it's a bit embarrassing for him to have everyone bring up his enormous crush on you while you're parading around on his arm?"

"Nah it's no big deal I already talked to him about it."

"And?"

"And it's no big deal, like I said. He thinks it's funny and I think it's cute."

"What are your intentions then? Are you just fucking with him?"

Deciding that he'd prefer not to know the answer Kiyoomi quickly tunes them out and moves away from the kitchen, going to another part of the house. He finds Akaashi quickly, as Bokuto is an imposing figure with his bright hair and booming voice.

He quickly makes his way over and pulls the other man into a conversation, intending to buy himself a few minutes before he needs to return to Atsumu. "Keiji."

"Oh Kiyoomi," Akaashi replies with a polite smile. "How are you feeling?"

Kiyoomi hesitates and then answers with a shrug, moving the conversation along. "How much have you guys had to drink? Are you having fun?" He trails his eyes to Bokuto who's laughing loudly and slapping a hand against Hinata's shoulder, Kiyoomi's shocked the smaller mans knees don't go out.

Akaashi shrugs with a smile, "Not much, he's just in a good mood."

Kiyoomi's lips twitch into a small smile. They quickly fall at Akaashi's next question.

"How's your date with Atsumu going?"

"It's been good." Kiyoomi answers shortly

"I'm surprised you didn't tell me you asked him, I thought we talked about that sort of thing."

The thing is, they do talk about them. Kiyoomi's been there as a supporting ear for Akaashi when he was trying to get together with Bokuto and Akaashi offered to lend the same. Kiyoomi would have told him, was going to tell him, if everything had happened the way he's intended. It felt too embarrassing to bring it up, it's too embarrassing to even think about, so he never did. Now as he thinks about it, perhaps he should have spoken to Akaashi about it. There's probably no one more poised in experiencing accidental friend zoning.

He lets out a breath, not quite a sigh, "I know, it was just so fast and I didn't intend to do it when I did. Plus I'm not sure if it's going to go anywhere. This will likely be our only date."

"Did he do something?" Akaashi asks with worry gracing his brow, Kiyoomi shakes his head, "Did he say something?" Kiyoomi hesitates but shakes his head again, Akaashi's worry turns to confusion, "Why do you think that?

"It's just a feeling. I'm not sure he's really into me."

"He agreed didn't he?"

Kiyoomi just smiles close lipped, there's no real way for him to explain anything without humiliating himself further, so he changes the subject. "Do you want a drink? I told Atsumu I'd meet him in the kitchen."

Akaashi agreed easily, leaning over to tell Bokuto and receives a kiss on the cheek before he follows Kiyoomi. When they make it, luckily the conversation topic had moved on. The only thing they find is Atsumu and Suna laughing over something unbeknownst to anyone else.

Atsumu straightens as soon as he sees him and smiles holding out a drink, "Here ya go Omi, made just the way ya like it. Figured since you've been making me drinks all night I'd return the favor."

Kiyoomi smiles lightly and thanks him as he accepts the drink. He glances around, wondering if it would be an acceptable time to bail. He's had fun but he's ready to go home and debrief.

He glances at Atsumu noticing the half empty cup in his hand "How are you feeling? Are you having a good time?"

"I'm feelin' good Omi and I'm havin' a great time."

Akaashi interrupts quickly, "Kiyoomi, I'm heading back. I'll see you later?"

"Of course."

Akaashi smiles and nods at the others, "Atsumu, Suna, good to see you." They echo the sentiment as Akaashi leaves the kitchen.

Unsure how to broach the topic of leaving, Kiyoomi stands there and sips on his drink while Atsumu and Suna continue their previous conversation. He replies when addressed but otherwise stays out of it. He's beginning to feel overstimulated, the itch beneath his skin growing stronger every minute. He focuses on the feeling of the glass cup against his skin, the way his clothes feel strained across his shoulders. He taps his fingertips against his thumb in a rhythm only he can hear. He's brought out of his focus to catch the tail end of Suna's goodbye. Leaving them friendless but not alone in the kitchen.

"Want another drink Omi?"

Kiyoomi shakes his head, "Do you?"

Atsumu glances at his own cup, then Kiyoomi's, and steps in front of him, "I wanna try some of yours."

He obediently offers Atsumu his cup but the other doesn't move to accept it. He slowly drags his gaze from his eyes to his lips, "How does it taste to you? In your mouth?"

Kiyoomi freezes, unable to move as Atsumu's hand raises to his face and moves to brush them over his lips. He flinches back before they make contact and Atsumu blinks in surprise. "You alright Omi?"

"Yeah, just— overstimulated."

Atsumu's teasing ceases immediately and changes to concern, "Do you want to go?"

Kiyoomi hesitates, "Not if you want to stay."

"I'm fine Omi, I'm only here for you. If you're ready to go, let's leave."

Kiyoomi feels the tension leave his body, his shoulders falling just slightly. He nods, "Please."

Atsumu smiles and finally takes the cup that was offered to him, "I'll go say goodbye to some people, want to meet me outside?"

Kiyoomi nods, unable to find his voice. He watches as Atsumu pours their remaining drinks down the sink, washing Kiyoomi's cup and tossing his own. Atsumu sends him a smile as he leaves the kitchen. He waits a minute longer before fixing his mask and leaving to find Motoya.

It's easy to spot his cousin, conveniently near the door.

"Motoya."

Motoya immediately turns, abandoning his conversation to focus on Kiyoomi, "Kiyoomi! You okay?"

Kiyoomi starts to nod but shakes his head at the last second, "Atsumu and I are leaving."

"Already?"

"I'm not feeling well."

Understanding dawns on Motoya's face. "Ah, feel better Kiyo. Thanks for coming!"

"I'll text you tomorrow." Kiyoomi waits for Motoya's nod and makes his way outside.

The fresh air hits him like a physical force and he lets out all the breath he'd been holding in, taking a few deep breaths. He moves away from the home, standing off to the side. The wind is irritating against his skin and he regrets not bringing a jacket. In hopes of distracting himself he pulls his phone out and orders a car, putting it back away. The action was familiar but too simple to make any difference.

He spends the rest of his time waiting for Atsumu tapping his fingers on his legs, hands, anything within reach that he doesn't need to move too much to accomplish. The rhythm helps somewhat but it's not loud enough to drown out his thoughts and his breathing increases. He's willing it down when the door opens a few feet to his right, noise and light spilling out onto the street at the same moment a car arrives. It's not Atsumu who comes out but a group of stumbling people piling into the car. Once they're gone, the sounds of the night return.

The insect clicking, the wind brushing against buildings, and cars in the distance. It's by no means loud, but it isn't quiet enough either. Kiyoomi feels himself slipping when the door opens a second time, closing quickly after. Then there's a presence at his side. He knows it's Atsumu before the other man says anything, knew it was him the moment the door closed.

"Did ya call a car Omi?"

Kiyoomi nods, reaching into his pocket to hand his phone over to Atsumu. He takes it without brushing their hands together and says nothing else while they wait. It's not long before the car arrives, Atsumu leading the way.

They slide into the backseat and Atsumu chats with the driver, asking them to turn down the radio, while they pull off the curb. Kiyoomi closes his eyes, focusing on the timbre of Atsumu's voice but not the words themselves. Time passes in a blur and before he knows it, the cars rolled to a stop and the door beside him opens. He blinks his eyes open to find Atsumu waiting for him. He climbs out, letting Atsumu deal with the driver and waits as the car pulls away.

"Ya only paid 'em to make it to my place."

Kiyoomi hums in confirmation as he walks with Atsumu to the front door.

"How're you gettin' home?"

"I'll walk."

"Is it safe to walk when you're like this?"

Kiyoomi's nerves are on a trigger, defensiveness building under his skin that he pushes away as much as he can, "Of course."

Atsumu unlocks his door and steps in, gesturing for Kiyoomi to do the same, he doesn't. "Omi at least come in for a water or somethin'. I'm worried."

"I'm fine."

"You're not."

He isn't, but if he has to choose between more time with Atsumu and stumbling home he'll choose the latter. "I need to go home so I can shower and change."

"I've got a shower and clothes here you can use."

The longer they argue the more Kiyoomi feels like the night was a complete failure. If this was a real date he'd be being an asshole and it makes him feel like shit. He sighs, fingers twitching at his sides, "Fine. Thank you."

It's a mistake, he knows that it is but the relief on Atsumu's face when he comes inside almost makes it worth it. Atsumu doesn't ask him anything, just continues to talk quietly as he gets two glasses of water. Gulping his own down and waits to Kiyoomi to sip his own.

When Atsumu hands him a clean change of clothes and directs him to the shower Kiyoomi breaks, "I'm sorry."

Atsumu looks at him in confusion, "What're ya apologizing for?"

"For tonight, for asking you to come with me, I'm sorry it turned out this way."

Atsumu brushes him off with a scoff, "Didn't I already tell ya that it was the best fake date of my life? Right now doesn't change that. I still gotta pretty guy in my room about to wear my clothes."

There's really no winning with Atsumu, he's too unserious about everything. Kiyoomi just shakes his head and mumbles out, "Okay, thanks." Before closing the bathroom door behind him.

He doesn't spend as much time in the shower as he usually would after a night like this. He scrubs himself efficiently and quickly, washing off the party and letting his tension go down the drain with the suds. He towel dries his hair and gets dressed. When he exits, Atsumu is nowhere to be found but he can hear another shower running somewhere in the apartment.

He sits on the floor in front of Atsumu's futon, just as he had earlier in the evening. The shower helped, he feels calmer, his head finally quiet as he listens to the hum of Atsumu's shower. It's unclear how much time passes before the water cuts off and the sound of a door opening.

Kiyoomi opens his eyes and looks up at the sound of Atsumu's surprised, "Oh!" He's in nothing but a towel, skin still wet. "Sorry Omi I thought you'd still be in the shower. Did ya hurry for me?"

Kiyoomi doesn't reply, his vocal chords choosing that moment to seize up. He lets out a weak hum and Atsumu quickly makes his way around the room collecting his clothes, moving to the bathroom Kiyoomi just came out of and closes the door behind him.

Kiyoomi's seem Atsumu practically naked plenty of times, even wet like he just was, in the locker room. He had no way of knowing the impact of seeing him in his dimly lit bedroom would be so severe. The sight burned into his eyelids every time he closes his eyes. Of course Atsumu is attractive it's been apparent and part of Kiyoomi's whole downfall but he's never sat back to really think about it before. He's determined not to start now and go down that road, especially when Atsumu is 10 feet and one door away.

Thankfully Atsumu is fully dressed when he reemerges. He comes to sit next to Kiyoomi on the floor, "How're ya feelin'?"

"Better."

"Good."

They sit in silence for a while, Atsumu studying Kiyoomi or glancing around the room while Kiyoomi keeps his gaze in his lap.

"Listen Kiyoomi," Atsumu starts and the sound of his full name is enough to bring his eyes to Atsumu's. "I had a good time tonight, don't let the end of it make ya feel like it was a failure or somethin'. You were perfectly a respectable date." Kiyoomi hums, bobbing his head once. "Ya even got close to being a perfectly disrespectful date and that's where the fun really is." Atsumu jokes and pushes their shoulders together making them sway in place.

Kiyoomi huffs out a breath, a barely there laugh, "I could never disrespect you."

"Even if I asked ya to?"

"Even then."

Atsumu laughs and continues swaying his body into Kiyoomi's. "Are ya stayin' the night? I've got extra sheets and my beds not too small."

Kiyoomi hesitates, taking stock of his body and mind. He's feeling a lot better than he was earlier but it's still a 20 minute walk to his place from Atsumu's. Them staying the night isn't anything new either, he's stayed here before, why not again?

"Sure, I'll stay."

"Great, 'cause I was about to start beggin'. I'll grab the sheets, ya need anything?"

Kiyoomi shakes his head and stands up with Atsumu to unroll and strip the futon while he's gone. He finds comfort in the familiar movements of helping make the bed when he returns. Within minutes they're finished and under the covers.

Kiyoomi falls asleep quickly to the rhythm of Atsumu's breathing.

When he wakes up the apartment is quiet. Atsumu is still beside him, his body heat radiating. He takes a few minutes to settle back into his body before slowly climbing over Atsumu and padding across the room into the bathroom. He stares at himself in the mirror, his hair a mess and his mouth feeling like something died in it.

He washes his hands and then rinses his face and mouth before soaking his hair. Trying to make himself presentable before he feels comfortable enough to exit the bathroom. Atsumu's still sleeping so Kiyoomi quietly grabs his clothes and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

"Need a bag for those?" Osamu calls as he passes the kitchen and Kiyoomi stops, turning to see him standing against the counter with a mug in hand.

"Sure. Good morning."

"Mornin', wanna drink?"

Kiyoomi shakes his head and accepts the bag Osamu pulls from under the sink.

"Just give it to 'Tsumu next time ya see 'im."

"Thanks." Kiyoomi quickly stuffs his clothes into the bag and smiles awkwardly at Osamu, "How was the rest of the party?"

"It's fine, Suna like 'em more than I do but it wasn't bad."

Kiyoomi hums, glancing at the time, not even 8 a.m. yet. "You're up early."

"Nah I get up 'round this time everyday, 'Tsumu's the one who sleeps in, though he'll probably get up soon dependin' on how much he had to drink. I'll be makin' breakfast when he does if ya wanna stay."

"Thank you but I should go."

"Ya have plans?"

"No."

"Worried you're overstayin' yer welcome?"

Kiyoomi huffs a laugh, "Something like that."

"Well ya shouldn't. I invited ya and Atsumu will be glad ya stayed when he gets up."

"In any case, I should go. Thank you for the offer."

Osamu shrugs, "Alright, see ya later."

Kiyoomi says goodbye and goes to grab his shoes, his balance is off and it takes him longer than it normally would to lace them up. When he gets to his second shoe he hears a door open and stomping coming closer.

"'Samu? Where's Omi?"

Kiyoomi freezes at the sound of his voice and his fingers speed up when he hears the smirk in Osamu's reply, "He's just leavin', I'm sure ya could catch 'im at the door."

The footsteps continue and then it's too late for Kiyoomi to make his get away. "Omi? Ya leavin' already?"

Kiyoomi stands tall, "Yeah, I figured it'd be better if I did."

"Why? We haven't had breakfast and ya don't even have your phone." Kiyoomi panic pats his pockets and shuffles around in the bag, realizing that he doesn't. He looks up to find Atsumu holding it out to him. "Ya gave it to me last night, remember? I never got the chance to return it."

Kiyoomi takes it, slipping it into his pocket without looking, "Thank you."

"What are ya doin' with yer shoes on? Ya know, 'Samu makes the best breakfast, it'll change your life, I promise. Get those things off and come back to the kitchen."

Kiyoomi is determined to leave, he has an excuse ready at the tip of his tongue and there's no way he's staying.

Which is why he's now at the table beside Atsumu, while him and Osamu bicker as Osamu effortlessly moves around the kitchen. He can't be blamed, something about Atsumu makes it impossible for his body to work the way he wants it.

Breakfast is a pleasant affair, full of laughter and delicious smells. Atsumu wasn't joking about Osamu's breakfast skills and Kiyoomi scarfs it down.

"You have a real gift," he compliments when he's finished.

Osamu laughs full of pride, "Thank ya, I'm workin' to be a chef. I've got plans to open my own restaurant and everythin'."

"I offer to taste test for you anytime."

"Oi, he's already got two of those, I'm the only taste tester he needs." Atsumu cuts in as he reaches for seconds.

"Save some for Rin," Osamu reprimands, "and you'll eat anythin', hardly helpful. I'll keep that in mind Kiyoomi."

Atsumu scoffs offended and they begin hurling insults at each other as easy as breathing. It's a scene Kiyoomi has witnessed multiple times, yet the novelty of it hasn't worn off. He finds listening to the constant chatter comforting opposed to it being in his own head.

Eventually Suna slinks his way into the kitchen, sitting down and wrapping around Osamu, peppering kisses up and down his neck. Osamu doesn't pause in his verbal abuse while he prepares a plate for Suna and passes it to him like it's the most natural thing in the world. Suna moves over to where the plate was set and eats quietly, interjecting at random to further fan the flames on both sides.

At some point Atsumu turns to him, "Omi, back me up!"

Caught off guard Kiyoomi can only blink, and Suna laughs, "See even he disagrees with you."

"He's not even listenin', give it up 'Tsumu."

"Omi, you've gotta back me up. I can focus right? Say, for example, if I had to sit down and write out a menu in calligraphy, I could right?!"

Now Kiyoomi has never seen Atsumu do calligraphy in his life, didn't even know Atsumu could write in calligraphy, but he has seen how intensely the other man can focus. So he says, "I think you could do it after a few attempts."

Atsumu exclamation of, "Hah!" is drowned out by Suna's groan and Osamu's continued argument of, "Digital menu's are so much cleaner, why would I waste time with your calligraphy, when I could just type it up?"

"Typing it has no authenticity! 'Samu I'm tellin' ya, you've gotta let me do it. I promise it'll be a hit."

"It's a menu."

"Arguably the most important thing at a restaurant!"

"After the food, you mean?" Suna says, earning an approving nod from Osamu.

"Details, details. Point is, I can do it. Just say when."

"Whatever, don't hold your breath, it'll be a while."

At the lull, Kiyoomi turns to Atsumu, "I didn't know you knew calligraphy."

Atsumu chuckles nervously and Suna says, "He doesn't."

"Not yet, but I can learn! It can't be that hard and it's for a good cause."

Osamu shakes his head and stands up, clearing away some dishes, "Let it go and help me clean up, ya scrub."

"Yer the scrub!" Atsumu replies while grabbing the remaining dishes and following his brother to the sink. They continue to bicker while cleaning up and leave Suna and Kiyoomi at the table.

Suna watches the twins fondly for a while before blinking it away and turning to Kiyoomi, catching the latter looking. "They're a mess aren't they?"

Kiyoomi shrugs, "I think it's nice, being able to be that open with someone without worry."

Suna scrunches his nose, "Gross, I wouldn't've pegged you as a romantic Kiyoomi."

"I'm not." Suna raises a disbelieving eyebrow. "Okay I am, so what?"

"So nothing, just surprised. What are you doin' with a guy like Atsumu if you're a romantic?"

The question makes Kiyoomi's stomach twist and luckily he doesn't have to reply.

"I'm plenty romantic ya dick! What would ya even know about it Sunarin?"

This starts an entirely new discussion between the two and Atsumu does a great job at multitasking as he counters Suna at every turn and dries every dish Osamu hands him. Once his hands are free and he comes back to the table to argue face to face. He only gets the pleasure for another minute before Osamu drags Suna away with the parting gift of their middle fingers.

Atsumu huffs and gets his breathing back to normal before turning to Kiyoomi with a bright smile, "Man, they're quite the pair, ain't they? Always ganging up on me, I've got no support in this house!"

Kiyoomi lets him wail dramatically for a while and pats his back in faux consideration while holding back a smile of his own. "It's healthy for you, keeps your head the right size."

"Are ya tryna say I'd get a big head if I didn't live with that guy?"

"It's entirely possible."

Atsumu scoffs, "I'd never have the chance!"

"Even with Hinata and Bokuto hanging around you?"

Atsumu laughs, "No way! Shou never lets me forget that I'm almost as good as Kageyama. Besides, even if that wasn't the case, I've got you around too. You'd never let me float off with a big head."

Kiyoomi can't deny that so he sensibly keeps his mouth shut.

Atsumu pushes against him, "See, I'm right ain't I? You'll continue to contradict me at every turn."

Kiyoomi takes a moment to really look at him for the first time that morning. His hair is unbrushed but not unruly, his lashes still clumped together from sleep, the soft curve of his mouth. "Maybe not every turn."

"Oh how considerate of ya, Omi. I'm flattered."

Kiyoomi nods mock serious, "Good." Atsumu laughs and Kiyoomi smiles too. "I should go." He says after a few moments of silence.

"You sure? Ya could stay."

Kiyoomi shakes his head, "I have some errands to run today and I told Motoya and Keiji I'd call them."

"To brag about me, right?" Atsumu asks fluttering his lashes dramatically at Kiyoomi.

"Something like that."

Atsumu snorts and stands, reaching out a hand for Kiyoomi. "Careful Omi, I might think you're serious one of these days."

There's really nothing Kiyoomi can say to that at the moment, so he doesn't. The rest of his time in Atsumu's apartment passes quickly, their goodbye's are standard and short. Promises to talk soon and see each other at practice if they get too busy.

As Kiyoomi walks home in clothes that aren't his he determines that it was a good morning.

He takes a long time in the shower when he gets home, enjoying the familiar water pressure and smell of his soaps. He takes comfort in brushing his teeth and washing his face. Slowly doing his hair care routine, apologizing for the poor treatment he's given it in the last 12 hours.

By the time he's finally ready for the day, it's lunch time. He grabs his phone off the charge, browsing his missed notifications and bypasses most of them before clicking on a text message from Akaashi.

Hey, are you free for lunch today?

The message was sent a little under an hour ago.

Yes. When were you thinking

20 minutes? Does that work? I was thinking *location*.

That works, I'll meet you there

It's conveniently an 18 minute walk from his apartment to the restaurant, so he heads out immediately. When he makes it he finds Akaashi already seated and waiting. He slides into the seat across from him and removes his mask.

"Keiji." He greets.

"Kiyoomi," Akaashi returns, "We're just waiting for Kenma and Yachi, they should be here soon."

Kiyoomi nods, "How was the rest of your night?"

"It was good, Bokuto stopped drinking at some point so it wasn't a disaster getting home. No hangovers today either."

"That's good, same for me."

"I want to ask you about your date but Kenma asked me to wait until they got here."

Kiyoomi laughs, not surprised to hear that. They talk about classes and work, Akaashi mentioning an opportunity to be an editor that he was offered. Kiyoomi's in the middle of congratulating him when Kenma and Yachi arrive at the table. They get the pleasantries over quickly and order before there's three sets of eyes on Kiyoomi.

He looks at them and clears his throat, refusing to avert his own.

"What happened? Kenma told me you were on a date with Atsumu last night!"

"That reminds me, why weren't you there?"

"I was working," Yachi answers quickly, "Now spill."

Kiyoomi sighs, "It's not what you think. It's actually…" He clears his throat, "Really embarrassing."

"Embarrassing?" Akaashi asks.

"Yeah, it wasn't a real date. I asked him and he thought I was joking, or was asking for my image, or something I don't know. He called it a fake date. So we… went of a fake date yesterday."

Kiyoomi expected it, the mortification rolling under his skin at the admission. He expected the resounding silence as well.

"He what?!" Yachi shrieks in a whisper, remember her surroundings at the last second.

Kenma shakes his head, "He's such a moron, and he had the nerve to ask why we didn't think he would ask you."

"Wait, a fake date? How was it fake?"

Kiyoomi turns to Akaashi, "I have no idea. He called it that and then treated it like a real date. He brought it up a few times yesterday. It was confusing."

"So, you're not together?"

"No, he actually laughed when I asked him to be my date."

"He laughed?"

Kiyoomi nods, listening as they mutter amongst themselves in confusion. Their food arrives and the muttering continues while they eat. Eventually Yachi turns back to him, "How did you ask him?"

"I said, 'I'm going to a party, will you come with me as my date?'"

"And he said?"

Kiyoomi mimics Atsumu the best he can, giving the same disbelieving laugh Atsumu gave him, before adding, "'Your date?'" At their expectant gazes, he reluctantly adds in the same voice, "'Wait, do ya mean to pose as your date in from to Motoya? There's nothin' wrong with bein' single Omi. It could work though, we're close enough to fake it don'tcha think?'"

By the time he's done, he never wants to use that voice again and he's met with 3 matching faces of disbelief.

"Seriously?" Kenma asks.

"Seriously."

"Wow… That's worse than Bokuto." Akaashi mumbles in apparent shock at anyone being more clueless than his boyfriend.

"What did you say?" Yachi asks in confusion, mentally going over the replayed conversation.

"I tried to stop and correct him but he just kept talking and by the time he finished I was too confused to say anything but, 'Sure, let's go on a fake date to Motoya's party.'"

Kenma laughs quietly. Kiyoomi can't even muster up a glare.

"What are you going to do now?" Akaashi asks.

"About what?"

"About Atsumu!" Yachi interjects, "You can't just leave it like this!"

"Why not? I think it was a perfectly fine rejection. Better than I Imagined since he's been completely normal about everything."

"Is this what you meant yesterday? When you said he wasn't into you?"

Kiyoomi takes a sip of water, washing away the urge to stop replying, "Yes and no." He's met with silence as they wait for him to continue. He sighs, "I overheard him and Suna talking. Atsumu knows I like him, even said it was 'cute' how everyone kept bringing up my feelings for him all night. He knows and chooses not to acknowledge it, if he knew yesterday then he definitely knew when I asked him. If that's true, why would he act like it was unfathomable that I would sincerely ask him to be my date? Except to spare my feelings? He made a joke out of it and covered everything up with an excuse. I think it's more than enough of an answer."

Yachi frowns, "Are you sure?"

"Maybe she's right, you didn't confess outright. He could be one of those people that needs the words."

"Based on the guys around us, that's most likely the case. I mean, look at Bokuto or even Shouyou. Those two were living out of each others pockets and he still didn't believe Kageyama was serious when he yelled it at him."

He has to admit that they have a point, especially Kenma. Atsumu is definitely a verbal person, talking more than most, and remembering them better than anyone else he knows. Putting it from his mind, he eats before his food goes completely cold.

They move on from the subject after that, talking about everything going on with each other. Overall, lunch is a pleasant affair and gives him plenty to think about.

Time goes on and everything stays the same.

He likes his job, he goes to class and his team has begun doing practice matches. It's rewarding and he's only suffered a short term injury so far.

Seeing Atsumu is good. He doesn't dwell on their fake date anymore, putting the entire experience behind him. They do everything as they always have, with the addition to him joining the twins for dinner occasionally. Usually when Osamu is trying a new recipe. The three of them chat and Kiyoomi will assist when asked, while Atsumu practices his calligraphy at the table. Kiyoomi asked about it once, why he practices before dinner, and Atsumu replied with, "I have to do it in front of him or he'll never believe me!" and Kiyoomi dropped the matter. Though he has to agree with Osamu that it seems entirely inconvenient.

He gave confessing a lot of thought but decided to play by ear, he's in no rush to be with Atsumu even if his desire is consuming him. Plus, he doesn't want to do anything that could cause a rift between them.

So he never brings it up and neither does Atsumu.

He had no intention of bringing it up, until Atsumu brought up something else that unsettled him more than their situation did.

They're studying at Kiyoomi's apartment after practice, both freshly showered and changed, sitting on his couch. Atsumu's shorts are too short and ride up on his legs, leaving his thighs exposed under his textbook. His damp hair curls behind his ears and falls loosely over his forehead. He's reading to himself quietly, going back and forth from his textbook to his laptop that sits beside him on the arm of the couch. His lashes fluttering constantly as his eyes move rapidly.

Kiyoomi's not sure how much time passed while he was watching Atsumu but he's snapped out of it when Atsumu closes his textbook with an annoyed sigh, "I can't do anymore without eatin'. I can feel my brain beggin' for mercy. Omi how can ya treat me like this? Inviting me over with no mention of a meal? Don't I feed ya enough to return the favor?"

"Technically, Osamu feeds me."

"Not without my invitation! You'd be shit outta luck without me."

It's easy to fall into a rhythm with Atsumu, conversation is always easy between them and there's never much need to think before he speaks. Atsumu hardly seems to take harsh words to heart, choosing to focus on the underlying meaning instead. It took a while, but Kiyoomi was finally able to work out why Atsumu unsettled him so much when he was younger, it always felt like the other boy was looking through him while seeing everything he needed to know in the blink of an eye.

Kiyoomi welcomes that thought now. It's nice to be known, nice to be cared for, as the person he truly is.

"What do you want to eat? I've got some ingredients here or we can just order in."

"Mmm, let's order in. Ya think 'Samu would deliver?" He snickers at his own joke. "Or that ramen shop down the street will do, they deliver don't they?"

Kiyoomi hums in confirmation and takes out his phone to begin an order, he hands it to Atsumu to confirm his order which only takes a few seconds before he's giving it back. He's just placed the order when his hands freeze and his blood goes cold.

"Ya'd be a good boyfriend, Kiyoomi."

He's not sure how to respond, how to feel, he slowly turns to Atsumu who's looking at him sincerely. "What?" It comes out more like a croak than he would have liked.

"You'd be a good boyfriend," he repeats, "Have ya asked anyone out yet?"

Kiyoomi puts his phone down, wiggling his fingers to get some feeling back into them. He has no idea what Atsumu means by that so he furrows his brows a little, "What do you mean?"

"Just that our date went so well, I figured it'd give ya some confidence to ask other people too."

He says it so sincerely, completely serious that Kiyoomi has to laugh, couldn't hold it back if he tried. "What on earth gave you that idea?"

"Didn't it feel good? Ya had fun didn't you? Ya should let other people experience you like that too."

Kiyoomi laughs again, entirely too fond, "You know, I have been on dates before, Atsumu."

"Sure but ya didn't treat them like ya treat me. None of 'em were as good as ours. Am I wrong?"

Of course he's not wrong. He's never treated another person the way he treats Atsumu. He's never felt that comfortable on a date before or had as much fun with anyone else as he has with Atsumu. There's so much in life to enjoy, and now he knows that, thanks to Atsumu.

"You're not wrong."

Atsumu smiles in satisfaction and faces him, "Ya don't wanna try to find that with someone else?"

"No."

"Omi, I know what I said before, about how there's nothin' wrong with wantin' to be single, but you've got so much love to give. You should try it out."

"I did."

"What? With who?"

Kiyoomi smiles gently, there's no confusing feelings anymore, "I asked him and he didn't believe me. He laughed and suggested a fake date instead. I guess he just wasn't interested."

Atsumu stares at him and Kiyoomi meets his gaze head on. There's silence for a long 10 seconds and then a laugh, too strained to be casual. "What, ya mean me?" Kiyoomi just keeps staring and Atsumu's smile falls, expression dropping into something gentle, "I'm not saying I didn't like it, Omi."

"I never said you didn't."

"What are ya tryna say then?"

Kiyoomi takes his time taking in the man across from him. His loose shirt, entirely too worn, threatening to fall off his shoulder. His legs fully exposed, spread on the couch, one foot resting under his knee where he faces Kiyoomi. His expression soft and open in a way that Kiyoomi has never seen it.

He smiles, "I like you, Atsumu. I have for a long time. You're who I want, if I can be a 'good boyfriend' to anyone then the only person I want it to be, is you. Will you go on a date with me? A real one this time?"

Atsumu blinks at him for a few seconds and then his face is overtaken by a smile, crinkling his eyes and scrunching his brows. "Wow Omi," a string of giggles falls from his lips, "I never expected ya to actually say that." Kiyoomi waits patiently as he giggles some more before calming, "You're serious?"

Kiyoomi gives him an exasperated look he can't hold back.

Atsumu laughs outright, tilting backwards with his head thrown back, "I'm teasin' Omi, I'm jokin'!" He laughs some more and though he has no idea where this is going, Kiyoomi smiles, Atsumu's joy spreading around the room like a contagion.

Atsumu sits up and wipes his eyes, settling down, "Honestly Omi, I really didn't expect this."

"You knew." Kiyoomi points out, seeing no reason in beating around the bush when he's already wiped it out.

"Well yeah," Atsumu confirms, "Was it meant to be a secret?"

"No."

"So when ya asked me, that was for real?"

Kiyoomi blinks at Atsumu for a while, wondering if maybe some connections in his brain aren't right. "Yes," he says slowly.

"Huh." He blows a raspberry, "I blew that one didn't I?"

"I suppose that depends on your answer now."

"I guess it does," Atsumu agrees quietly. He watches Kiyoomi just as Kiyoomi watched him. Dragging his eyes across every visible part of him. Gaze lingering on his arms and hands. As well as his face, flickering across his features until he settles back into looking at his eyes. "I like ya too by the way."

He says it like it's something natural, just as he would when he talks about his brother or setting in practice. It's completely casual and so very him. Kiyoomi feels warm to the ends of his fingers and toes, the pit in his stomach that he never quite noticed before, suddenly gone. Dispelled with the comfort of mutual feelings. It's not until his cheeks begin to ache that he realizes how large of a grin he's wearing and attempts to tamper it down.

Now that the time is here, he is ill prepared. Having never planned for this outcome. "I'm glad to hear that."

Atsumu smirks and there's amusement in his gaze. He's holding back a laugh when he says, "Oh, are ya?"

"Mn," Kiyoomi hums, "You never answered my question."

"Which one?" Atsumu's confusion doesn't show on his face but it colors his voice. "Ah, right right, the date. Yes of course I'd like to go on a date with ya."

"Great," Kiyoomi breathes out in relief. Ignoring the snort he gets in response. He can't muster up anything else, his brain blissfully quiet. There's only him and Atsumu, as they are.

He studies Atsumu, his features flowing in and out of his mind. He's resting his cheek against his palm now, completely relaxed into the back of the couch. There's a small smile on his face, full of warmth and spreading to his eyes. He finds himself stuck there, staring into Atsumu's eyes. Bright amber with flecks of gray, circled by a thick ring of lashes. Atsumu blinks at him a few times, then his eyes squint some more, gaining a glint as his smile grows into something playful.

"So are ya gonna kiss me or what?"

It feels like he's struck by lightning, the way his brain turns back on at full speed. He hasn't even considered kissing Atsumu as an option. It feels unsightly how his gaze falls to the other man's lips. They look slightly chapped but all Kiyoomi can think about is how they might feel and then Atsumu's tongue peaks out to wet them.

Kiyoomi moves purely on instinct, no true thought goes into the action. One moment they're on opposite ends of the couch and the next they're facing each other in the middle. Atsumu quickly catching on and matching him at every turn. Kiyoomi's eyes are still stuck on Atsumu's lips and watches as they grow closer.

"My eyes are up here, Omi." Atsumu says it quietly, voice low. He watches them move, feels the breath hit his mouth. Kiyoomi drags his gaze up with some difficulty. The look in Atsumu's eyes makes it worth while. There's a question hidden in his teasing look. Something that says, 'Will you or will I have to?'

As he leans forward slowly, Kiyoomi keeps their eyes locked until it gets uncomfortable and softly slips them shut. His top lip gently bumps and brushes against Atsumu's and he releases a shaky breath. Inhales and pushes through the final gap, connecting their lips in a chaste embrace.

They trade light kisses, getting used to the texture and feel of each other. Once again his mind is blissfully silent, empty of anything except this moment right now. The warmth and feeling of Atsumu against him. He reaches a hand out, brushing his fingertips against Atsumu's jaw, cupping his hand there. Noting the soft texture, he tilts Atsumu's head as he opens his mouth to deepen the kiss.

He tastes clean, which Kiyoomi will question later. Their lips brushing together grows addicting far too quickly and there's a heat growing under Kiyoomi's skin. He dips his tongue into Atsumu's mouth, teasing it against the tip of his tongue, dry to the touch. Atsumu gasps, the sound going directly to Kiyoomi's gut making him hotter, and he does it again, meeting Atsumu's halfway.

From there it's all heated kisses and fast movements. Atsumu's body upper body rocking into his, Kiyoomi's hands latching onto anything he can reach. Their breathing labored and sounds escaping that he can no longer discern whose they are.

He's thrown back into his body by the doorbell ringing. Both of them pulling back in shock, staring at each other with heaving chests. Kiyoomi opens his mouth but nothing comes out so he closes it. He turns away and moves to get up, only to turn his head back to Atsumu and open his mouth once more. He gapes like a fish for a few seconds before getting a hold of himself and turning away again. It says wonders about Atsumu's own mental state that he doesn't utter a single teasing comment, seemingly glued to the couch. Kiyoomi stands and stiffly moves to the door, opening it to find their food on the ground right outside.

This finally snaps his head on right and he returns to his body, bending to retrieve the bag. He doesn't say anything to Atsumu as he puts it on the counter and begins setting the table. Moving their ramen from the takeout containers to his glass bowls. Atsumu joins him as he's about to finish, sitting across from Kiyoomi's regular seat.

"I forgot we ordered this. Didn't realize how hungry I am." As if the words were his own, Kiyoomi's stomach growls as he's taking his seat. Atsumu chuckles, "I see you agree."

Kiyoomi picks up his chopsticks and waits for Atsumu to do the same, "Eat." They both utter, "thank you for the meal." before they dig in. The meal is silent other than slurping and the clink of utensils against the bowls.

It's comfortable, natural, something they've done hundreds of times over. The buzzing under his skin and a soreness to his jaw are good indicators that this isn't a meal just like any other. Atsumu likes him, agreed to go on a date with him, a real one. It's difficult for Kiyoomi to wrap his mind around, so many questions swirling through his head.

"Why did you think I wasn't serious when I asked you to come with me to Motoya's party?"

Atsumu pauses, chopsticks halfway to his mouth, he finishes the journey and takes the bite, placing his chopsticks to the side and he finishes chewing. He doesn't speak right away, choosing to inspect Kiyoomi instead. "I didn't."

Kiyoomi waits for him to continue, but he doesn't. After a 15 second staring contest he lets the confusion take over, "What do you mean?"

"I didn't think you were joking when ya asked me. I knew it was serious," he clarifies.

"Then why…?"

Atsumu shrugs, reaching for casual and missing by a mile, "I figured it'd be better to do a trial run, I mean, what if it was awful? Then that'd just be awkward for both of us." Kiyoomi supposes that makes sense… in a way. "Luckily it wasn't and I had a great time. Decided I wanted to be with ya and everything that night."

Kiyoomi wants to laugh, since that night, he's felt like it was a complete disaster and for Atsumu it solidified everything. "You decided that night?"

"Yep, texted 'Samu and everything about how serious I am about ya. He wasn't helpful or anythin' but that's how ya know I was serious. I'm not textin' 'Samu shit for no reason."

Kiyoomi begs to differ, having read some of their text threads but he gets the point. It does explain Osamu's insistence that he stay the morning after. Unsure of what he's feeling, he can only reply with, "That's… good."

"It is good." Atsumu finishes the rest of his food in record time, standing and gesturing to Kiyoomi's. He takes both dishes and washes them in the sink without a word. Kiyoomi doesn't move from his seat, trying to reconcile the fact that the 'fake' date was actually a 'trial' date he somehow passed with flying colors.

Atsumu pulls his chair back, until he can stand in front of him. After a moment of hesitation Atsumu straddles his lap, the chair creaking in concern as he settles and rests his hands on Kiyoomi's shoulders. Kiyoomi's hands automatically find their place on Atsumu's thighs, the shock of touching skin makes them jump to his hips.

"Ya can touch me, I won't stop you."

Kiyoomi doesn't react, can't catch a single coherent thought over the, skin, Atsumu, lap, pretty, and so much more repeating in his head.

Atsumu leans close, lips hovering over Kiyoomi's, "Omi?"

Kiyoomi can't be held accountable for what happens next.

He surges forward, deepening the kiss as soon as their lips touch. Wrapping his arms around Atsumu, pulling him close with a hand pressed firmly to his lower back. It's a flurry of movement until his hands fall lower and touch the skin of Atsumu's thighs. It's soft to the touch, and firm when he digs his fingers in. The sound Atsumu makes has him standing up, knocking the chair backwards to the floor as Atsumu scrambles to wrap around him. Atsumu breaks the kiss with a gasp and peppers them across his cheek and down his neck as Kiyoomi carries him back to the couch.

His knees ache when he lowers Atsumu onto his back, something easily forgotten once he's settled across the top of him, kissing once more. The heat of Atsumu's mouth, his skin radiating the same way it does when he sleeps, is entirely too consuming and Kiyoomi gets lost in the feeling.

Atsumu pushes his hips up and Kiyoomi's hips twitch away. He breaks the kiss, panting and finds Atsumu's eyes. His skin flushed, hair a mess and eyes wet, blinking to clear them. He's never looked more breathtaking. Then he smiles, a laugh immediately following and Kiyoomi takes it back. This is the most breathtaking he's ever looked. Kiyoomi's breath stutters and he pulls back, sitting between Atsumu's legs, the feelings in his chest becoming too much.

Atsumu leans up on his elbows, reaching out a hand to tug Kiyoomi's shirt. "Ya good?"

Kiyoomi nods, taking Atsumu's hand to pull him up so they're both sitting. Once Atsumu is situated, he moves back to the end of the couch and reaches for his laptop.

"Omi," he laughs, "What the hell are ya doin'?"

"I still need to finish this," His voice comes out scratchy and he clears his throat.

"What about finishing me?"

Kiyoomi freezes for a moment and clears his throat again. He sets his laptop on his thighs, sitting back. "We haven't gone on our date yet."

Atsumu laughs hysterically, the couch moving when he falls back and continues laughing. It's loud and Kiyoomi wishes he was closer. "Is that the problem? In that case, it's a easy fix. We've already been on two. The party and dinner tonight. If I wanted to get real crazy I'd say you comin' to dinner at my place were dates too."

Kiyoomi ignores the way that makes his heart flutter, and clarifies, "We haven't gone on an official date that we both know about yet."

"Is this part of your whole thing about not disrespecting me?" Atsumu groans.

"Yes."

There's a dramatic sigh and then Atsumu flings himself up so he's glued to Kiyoomi's side, "I guess I can accept that, but in exchange I get to cuddle ya tonight."

It's unclear if that was meant as a threat but it feels like a win when Kiyoomi is able to hold Atsumu to his hearts content for the rest of the evening.

Life after confessing stays the same, he follows the same routines, sees the same people. Only now, everything is brighter and seeing Atsumu everyday has become more of a highlight than it already was. They kiss occasionally but the thing Kiyoomi likes the most, surprising to himself most of all, are their casual touches. Atsumu will lean off of him with no shame and rest his head on Kiyoomi's shoulder. He'll take his hand and massage his wrists and fingers. Kiyoomi's able to reach out and fix his hair or hold his waist and he never has to think about it. Everything he's held back all this time are suddenly allowed and he's taking full advantage of it.

They haven't gone on their date yet. Life got busy and they never found the time. It's a rare free weekend, that Kiyoomi has off work and Atsumu confirmed he's free as well. Which means it's finally happening.

They decided to stay in, Atsumu will bring the ingredients and they'll cook together. Then watch a movie or a few episodes of the show they've been watching. The rest Atsumu said they'll play by ear, which made Kiyoomi break out in a cold sweat.

Needless to say, Kiyoomi has cleaned his apartment 3 times over and taken 2 showers. He likes the way his hair falls after the second one so he determines not to mess it up and finishes setting everything up. There's a knock on his door just as he closes his bedroom door, his bed set up and ready for use is sure to haunt him throughout the evening but it's better to be safe than sorry.

Atsumu looks vibrant, his hair immaculate and Kiyoomi can only guess how long it took him to be satisfied. He kisses Kiyoomi on the cheek as he walks past, removing his shoes and heading straight to the kitchen, chattering as he goes.

"I was thinkin' something simple for tonight, so I bought stuff for Vinegar Curry. Is that cool with you? It's got all these health benefits I'm sure you'd be into but most importantly it tastes good, the prep is easy, and only takes about 30 minutes to cook."

He doesn't wait for a reply as he begins removing everything from the bags, Kiyoomi helps, "Sounds perfect."

Atsumu gives him a grin before he transforms into what he calls, 'cooking mode', and moves around the kitchen in ease. Pulling out all the dishes and extra ingredients they need. He washes his hands, starts the rice and then passes Kiyoomi a bowl and some ingredients, "I sent ya the recipe, can ya do this part for me?"

Following the instructions Kiyoomi mixes the ingredients with water until Atsumu finishes cutting the chicken. He adds the chicken to the mixture and puts it in the fridge before coming to Atsumu's side and helping him cut the vegetables. Atsumu starts frying the meat while Kiyoomi finishes the vegetables.

They chat about their days, Kiyoomi telling him how work was and the new additions to the menu, which Atsumu whines about Kiyoomi not thinking of him and bringing any home for him to try. He masks a smile, knowing they sit in his cabinet for after dinner. Atsumu tells him about his 45 minute discussion with Osamu about what they should eat tonight until his twin yelled at him to go to the store already and texted him the recipe when he arrived.

Kiyoomi is thankful they decided to have their date at home. If they went out he wouldn't be able to watch Atsumu's arms as he cooks or enjoy the aroma of their meal when they combine it all and leave it to cook.

They settle into the couch, Atsumu slips his feet under Kiyoomi's thigh and Kiyoomi wraps an arm around him and pulls him close. They start an episode while they wait, Atsumu getting up every few minutes to stir dinner.

Atsumu is a talker, no matter the circumstance. He has many opinions about the plot, "Why did he do that? A few episodes ago he was different! Why do they keep reverting 'im?", "Omi seriously, why do we even watch this shit?", "Wait… I'm tearin' up, don't look at me!"

Truthfully, Kiyoomi's more interesting in Atsumu's thoughts than he ever was with the show.

Dinner is an easy affair, Kiyoomi sets the table while Atsumu plates everything. They take their seats across from each other. They've barely begun eating when Atsumu says, "Now Omi, this is our first baby, make sure ya eat it all."

"We've cooked together before. What about them?"

"They were made outta wedlock," Atsumu shakes his head in mock shame, "They don't count."

"That's a pity, I quite liked the Konnyaku no Nimono we made a few weeks ago."

Atsumu gasps scandalized and covers his plate like it has ears, furiously whispering, "Not in front of the kids Omi! We can discuss our illegitimate children later."

Kiyoomi silently laughs at Atsumu's antics, "Our child is very good," Kiyoomi amends after taking a bite, "We should make more."

"Propositionin' me on our first date," Atsumu tsks, "How far you've fallin' Omi-Omi."

"This is our third date," Kiyoomi corrects.

Atsumu grins, "Just sayin' ya want me would sound less desperate."

Kiyoomi swallows and dabs his mouth with his napkin, returning it to his lap and looking at Atsumu through his lashes, "I want you."

Atsumu chokes, coughing and reaching for his water. Kiyoomi calmly eats while he calms down, "Ya can't say things like that while I'm eatin' Omi! I coulda died."

"My bad," Kiyoomi says with a smirk.

Atsumu gapes at him and grumbles a bit before ignoring Kiyoomi completely to focus on eating. The silence stretches for a few minutes and then Atsumu's pointing his chopsticks at Kiyoomi, "What are you playin' at?"

"Nothing."

"Well, whatever ya are doin', two can play at that game."

"I'm not doing anything."

"Uh huh." Atsumu finishes eating first and uses the remaining time to provoke Kiyoomi, "Your place is real clean today, are ya tryin' to impress me?"

"What if I was?"

"It's workin', I love a clean house. Your hair looks real nice, was that for me too?" Kiyoomi nods, drawing a chuckle from Atsumu, "You're bein' honest, that mean you'll answer anythin' I ask ya?"

"Maybe."

"What do ya think about dinner?"

"It's good."

"Do ya like the show we've been watching?"

"No," Kiyoomi breezes past Atsumu's, "I knew it!" and continues, "but I like what you have to say about it."

"Even when I'm callin' it shit?"

"Especially then."

"Do ya wanna watch somethin' after dinner?"

"That was the plan."

Atsumu hums and a sly grin graces his lips, "Would ya rather watch me instead?"

The question catches him off guard, unsure of what Atsumu means but interested to find out. "What do you mean? I do watch you."

"Are ya done?" He questions and he eyes flicker to the plate, forgotten under Kiyoomi's hands. Kiyoomi nods and Atsumu's grin grows. "Why don't ya clean this up while I use the bathroom?"

He gets up without waiting for a response and brushes a hand across Kiyoomi's back when he walks past, Kiyoomi says, "Sure?" just as the bathroom door closes. He hesitates for another moment to collect himself and moves efficiently to clean the kitchen. Atsumu's gone for a good 5 minutes, reappearing when Kiyoomi is finishing drying the last bowl. Kitchen pristine once again.

Atsumu takes a hold of his hand, dragging him to the couch, "Do ya need to use the bathroom?"

He doesn't but the look in Atsumu's eye tells him he should try anyway. He finds himself brushing his teeth while he's in there. Spotting a small bag on the counter, he peaks inside to find that it's Atsumu's overnight bag, his toothbrush bristles shining from recent use.

The implication makes Kiyoomi gurgle twice the amount of mouthwash he normally does. He stares at himself in the mirror, memorizing the way he looks before he gets wrecked by Miya Atsumu. Curious if he'll find a different person staring back at him tomorrow.

When he gets back to the couch he's surprised to find Atsumu waiting with the TV queued up with their show.

"I thought you didn't want to watch it?"

"Meh, I wanna see what happens." He pats the spot next to him and immediately throws his legs over Kiyoomi's thighs when he sits.

He gives an honest effort in watching the show, but it's impossible with Atsumu's hands exploring his body. Squeezing his waist while he drops a kiss to Kiyoomi's jaw, brushing over his chest when he cuddles into his side. He still talks about the plot, following the episode with ease. Giving no indication that his actions are affecting him as much as they are Kiyoomi.

Atsumu's nose brushes the skin of his neck and his lips meet that spot next. He kisses slowly up Kiyoomi's neck, stopping at the sensitive skin below his ear. He breathes there for a moment, Kiyoomi holding his own. Atsumu's tongue flicking his earlobe pushes the exhale out of him and his fingers tighten their hold around Atsumu's waist. He can feel the smile on the other man's face when he resumes kissing down Kiyoomi's jaw, urging Kiyoomi to turn towards him.

Kiyoomi resists for a total of two blinks, the second never reopening, turning and attaching his lips to Atsumu's. Atsumu hums in satisfaction and everything surrounding them is forgotten. Kiyoomi kisses him like a man starved, Atsumu's tongue being his favorite meal. He turns his body and Atsumu easily makes room, pushing his leg onto the other side of him. Kiyoomi's hands find themselves rucked under his shirt, feeling the skin he's been so careful to avoid. Atsumu holds no such reservations and tugs Kiyoomi's shirt over his head at the first opportunity.

Atsumu's hands on him is all he can focus on for far too long. His strong fingers digging into his ribs, pressing against his back, trailing down his chest to his abdomen, stopping right before his pants. Atsumu breaks the kiss to move it down his neck, to his chest, and brushes a thumb across his nipple at the same time. Voice completely wrecked, Kiyoomi whines in surprise at the feeling. Everything is so much more intense with Atsumu than with anyone else, himself included. Every touch dragging out a new sensation and matching sound.

Kiyoomi pulls away to tug Atsumu's shirt over his head, desperate for more skin. Atsumu lets him explore until his fingers shake and his hips twitch.

He pulls back with a smile, "Bedroom?"

The way he asks it, like he would be completely satisfied if Kiyoomi denied him is enough to immediately drag him there. Even if he wasn't already planning on it. Instead of doing any of that, he nods, standing on shaky legs and pulling up Atsumu after him. He holds Atsumu's hand as they walk to his room and flicks a lamp on when they make it.

Atsumu notes his made bed and chuckles, "All ready for me, huh?"

Kiyoomi doesn't answer, blush burning his cheeks. He removes his pants and pushes the covers aside to lay in the middle of the bed on his back. Atsumu watches with a heavy gaze and climbs on top of him, "It's not fair when ya take off your own clothes."

"Let me get yours then." They waste no time removing the rest of their clothes, Kiyoomi helping Atsumu out of his pants and underwear. Atsumu takes longer getting Kiyoomi out of his own, teasing touches until Kiyoomi lifts his hips with a grunted, "Atsumu."

It's all hot hands and heavy touches. Kiyoomi gripping Atsumu's thighs the way he's fantasized about. Atsumu's fingers brush down past Kiyoomi's cock, balls and taint; resting at his hole in question. Kiyoomi's breath hitches and he reaches out blindly, hand searching under the pillow until he touches a baggy and yanks it out, pushing it against Atsumu's hand holding his weight.

"Ya came prepared."

"Yeah." Kiyoomi doesn't linger on how breathless his voice is. He watches Atsumu open and bag and inspect the contents, removing the lube, then reaching to the side for his jeans and taking out a couple condoms, setting them beside the lube. Kiyoomi estimated when he bought condoms, assuming they were similar sizes. Looking at them now, while Atsumu lubes his fingers, he realizes his mistake. Atsumu is considerable larger than he is, only slightly in length but a substantial amount in girth. Kiyoomi reaches out in curiosity and grips him, hardly registering Atsumu's grunt. He focuses on the weight of the cock in his hand, how his fingers wraps around it, the differences when touching himself. He gives a couple experimental strokes before Atsumu grips his wrist.

"Later," he promises and pulls Kiyoomi off of him. "Can ya spread your legs for me?"

Kiyoomi spreads them easily, flinching at the cold when Atsumu's first fingertip breaches. He runs his hands across every inch of skin he can reach, pulling Atsumu into a kiss when he finds a rhythm. Kiyoomi sighs and pushes his hips into Atsumu, urging him to add another. The process is easy, Atsumu listening to Kiyoomi's body. He's panting and sweating by the time Atsumu pulls his fingers out. Hips twitching as he watches Atsumu roll the condom on.

Atsumu hovers over him again, kissing Kiyoomi sweetly. He makes eye contact when he pushes in, Kiyoomi's eyes screw shut almost instantly at the pressure. Atsumu brushes sweet kisses against his skin, whispering words of praise and massages his hips. Continuing the treatment even when he's fully inside. "So good Omi, ya feel so good."

Kiyoomi exhales loudly and kisses the corner of his mouth, "Move."

The first thrust knocks the air out of their lungs and the following are met with gasps of pleasure. Kiyoomi wraps his arms and legs around Atsumu, pulling him as close as possible, meeting each thrust with a motion of his own.

He's completely blissed out, he can't pick up on any of the words Atsumu grunts. Once the first sound breaks through his throat he's helpless to stop the ones that follow. His hips feel like they're on fire and the heat of Atsumu inside and around him consumes him until he can hardly breathe. He latches onto Atsumu tighter, tears slipping out of the corners of his eyes and he blinks dazedly up at Atsumu when his weight disappears.

"Fuck Kiyoomi."

He can't conjure a single word and tangles his fingers in Atsumu's hair. Pulling him down for an open mouthed kiss, quickly broken on another moan. He tightens around Atsumu, the heat in his core growing, until it's impossible to ignore. His moans mount and match every thrust, back arching. His shoulders come off the bed when his abdomen constricts and he curls inward, cumming all over his own chest.

Atsumu curses again and his hands shake where they grip Kiyoomi's waist. His movements end a few sloppy thrusts later with a groan and his head falls heavy against Kiyoomi's shoulder.

They lay there and catch their breath, neither feeling the desire to move. Kiyoomi brushes his fingers through Atsumu's hair and slowly kisses his neck and shoulder. Atsumu rubs his hips and lower back, pulling out slowly and pushing Kiyoomi's thighs together before gently straightening them out. Kiyoomi's hips twinge and ache and he turns a little to the left to fix the placement.

"Does it hurt?"

Kiyoomi shakes his head, opening his arm to invite Atsumu back in. He goes easily, falling into Kiyoomi's side. Wrapping an arm around his waist, uncaring of the cum drying on his skin.

They rest until the filth makes Kiyoomi wince. Atsumu follows him to the shower and they wash each other's bodies.

It feels good, inviting Atsumu to join a personal ritual. He thought it would take longer to get used to Atsumu in his space. That thought makes him realize he's already made the adjustments for Atsumu to fit in seamlessly without conscious thought. It brings a smile to his face as they settle into the freshly made bed.

"What are ya smilin' about?"

"Nothing, I'm just happy."

Atsumu's smile, close lipped and full of joy, is on the top of Kiyoomi's list of favorite smiles going forward. He leans over to kiss that smile, committing the feel and taste to memory.