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#sakuatsu pregnant Omi Part 22

"I've called your landlord, the insurance company, and my cousin who's a solicitor and while you definitely could take the landlord to court in small claims. Unfortunately, it would probably cost just as much to do that as it would to just pay for-

--the lost stock items anyway."
Osamu deflates in Kiyoomi's armchair. It's not the good news that Kiyoomi was hoping to give.
"It would probably be the most viable to break the lease on the current property and move to a different storefront."
"Yeah... just wish I could afford--

--that, y'know?" Osamu sighs. "There's a penalty for leaving' before the current lease's up..."
"I could almost certainly negotiate that going away in exchange for not taking your landlord to court."
"Not sure I can come up with the cash for a new place while still eatin' my--

--losses." Osamu puts his head in his hands.
Kiyoomi crosses and uncrosses his legs uncomfortably. He's not even good at comforting people that's he's close to, let alone someone who he's pretty sure dislikes him a least a little.
"I could..." Kiyoomi trails off, he doesn't--

--really know how to phrase what he wants to say in a way that sounds sincere.
"I can't money offa ya," Osamu says quickly. "I just can't."
"I wasn't offering that, I don't have that kind of money liquidated," Kiyoomi clarifies. "But an uncle of mine is a restauranteur and for--

--some reason your brother seems to have sold him on the idea of onigiri as a centrepiece." Kiyoomi scowls at the wall; he really hates getting involved with the various business ventures of his family, but it seems selfish not to step in in this case. "He's been asking if--

--you're looking for investors." Osamu's eyebrows shoot up his forehead and Kiyoomi hurries to continue: "I understand not wanting to mix business and family, even if it's tangential."
"No, uh, I just need a moment ta think about it," Osamu says. "I've only ever had a bank loan--

--ya know? Not sure what ya do with private investors."
"It wouldn't be a sure thing," Kiyoomi adds. "He'd want to talk to you in detail and taste the food."
"Ya could give him my number, 'm not saying' yes or anythin' but 'm outta options so I'd like ta hear what he has to say."

Osamu leaves when Atsumu returns from practice to drive Kiyoomi to a hospital appointment.
He looks confused to see his twin at the apartment and asked "the hell ya doin' here?"
Through Miya-proximity induced osmosis Kiyoomi replies "wouldn't you like to know?" at the same--

--time that Osamu says "none of yer business."
Atsumu looks between the two of them and then throws his hands up in the air in exasperation.

The hospital visit goes about as well as it can. The OBGYN is late, Kiyoomi needs to hand over more bodily fluids for tests, and he's had-

--to fast for yet another glucose tolerance test.
But Atsumu lets him rest his head on his shoulder while they wait, and even gently pets Kiyoomi's curls.
Being together, officially, feels both weird and like nothing has changed.
Atsumu sleeps in Kiyoomi's bed now, but it's not--

--like he'd spent that many nights out of it even before they were officially together. Atsumu frequently calls him pet names now, but it's still mostly 'omi-kun' or 'omi-omi'.
There's a lingering anxiety that at some time soon Atsumu will realise his mistake. He'll move his--

--stuff out of the apartment and they'll have to awkwardly co-parent. Kiyoomi will have to keep up appearances when Atsumu presents a step-mother to their kid and get pushed aside when he has pups with some short, curvy omega.
Kiyoomi pushes these thoughts away when he gets them:

-- for now Atsumu has made his choice clear and Kiyoomi will do his best to respect that. Even if he can't quite understand it.

They leave the hospital with a plan to induce Kiyoomi at 37 weeks. It's earlier than he'd like, he'd desperately been hoping to make it to 39 weeks,

but his blood pressure is giving case to worry. He'll be on a course of steroids to ensure the baby's lungs mature as best they can.

Atsumu takes him to get ice cream afterwards, in an attempt to cushion the blow that would have worked better if Kiyoomi had an appetite like--

--Osamu. Instead, Kiyoomi takes tiny spoonfuls of his ice cream cup while Atsumu breaks his dietician approved meal plan by eating a giant cone with too many toppings.
He needs something to take his mind off the baby squirming inside him and how it'll be out of him far too soon.

"We should consider telling people that we're together and the baby is yours," Kiyoomi says and Atsumu freezes mid-bite.
"Yeah, Omi? I think most o' the guys know, Foster included. We ain't exactly been... the most subtle."
"I had meant our other friends and family. Although I'm-

--not sure how pleased your mother will be." Miya-san had looked like she'd wanted to kill him for most of the only time they'd met. "I've made the pregnancy announcement to most of my family, and I think most MSBY fans have figured it out, but so far only a few people know that-

--you're the father and that you're my boyfriend."
Atsumu hums and Kiyoomi is filled with dread that maybe Atsumu doesn't want people to know he's dating so far down. "Don't get me wrong, I want people ta know, but I don't wantcha ta get hassled about statements and shit just--

--before or after the baby gets here. I know of our fans can get outta hand sometimes."
Kiyoomi chews the inside of his cheek.
"I don't want to wait too long."
"How's about, as soon as you're ready after the birth, ya can announce it however ya want. I'll even make a real sappy--

--insta post with ya if ya want."
Kiyoomi wrinkles his nose; he isn't a fan of public displays of affection like that.
"Didn't think so," Atsumu laughs.
"Maybe I'll get a number 13 onesie for them and take them to a game," Kiyoomi muses. It would be a subtle way of doing it but--

--a few of their more fervent fans might pick up on it.
There's a sniffle and he realises that Atsumu is holding back tears.
"What?"
"...we should get them numbered onesies for our JNT as well."
"Are you crying?"
"No!" Atsumu lies. "That's just real thoughtful."
"I should have--

--known you and your ego would appreciate it."
"Maybe I'll see if we can get an Onigiri Miya hat for them too."
"Ain't got no complaints about that, so long as no one thinks 'Samu is the Da."
Kiyoomi wrinkles his nose again and shakes his head. "Osamu might look like you but you-

--smell completely different." They're completely different people too, Kiyoomi can't imagine wanting Osamu the way he wants Atsumu. He can't eat that amount of onigiri for starters.
Atsumu looks at him fondly, in a way that make Kiyoomi feel uncomfortably seen.
"Yer real--

--perfect Omi, ya know that?"
Kiyoomi doesn't, and he doesn't understand what he did to prompt it, but if it makes Atsumu as happy as he looks, Kiyoomi isn't going to complain.

TBC!
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