Thread by @meekswrites

You know that sequence of ways that Osamu ribs on Atsumu? With the pudding and the jacket, etc.? I want that but #sakuatsu. This isn’t quite it, but it’s all I've got tonight. I'm calling it:

*Bratsumu*
CW: I think this is legit fluff.

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Atsumu uses up all of Kiyoomi’s cleaning wipes on just the kitchen counter. An entire packet of them gone, the remnants in a pile on the stove, and somehow there are still crumbs at the tight corners against the wall.

Kiyoomi looks at Atsumu’s smug expression, at the open hand gesturing proudly at the still-wet countertop and the mess of appliances and miscellanea on the ground yet to be returned to their proper spots.

Kiyoomi just smiles helplessly back.

Atsumu uses up all of Kiyoomi’s expensive protein powder and fresh produce to make smoothies. He doesn’t chop the skins off properly and gets the proportions of water and ice all wrong, so the end product is a chalky, chunky abomination.

Still, there he is in Kiyoomi’s kitchen, humming as he throws things at random into Kiyoomi’s high-end blender, his bedhead shining in the morning light.

Kiyoomi just sidles up behind him, slides his hand across bare skin over the waistline of Atsumu’s briefs, and tucks his head into the crook of Atsumu’s neck.

Atsumu makes a pleased sound from low in his throat and leans back into him, and this time Kiyoomi hides his smile against Atsumu’s soft, sleep-warm skin.

Atsumu steals bites right off of Kiyoomi’s fork. The first time he did it, the table grew quiet, Bokuto’s eyes darting between them, Hinata’s food plopping off his own fork back onto his plate, Meian requesting a new fork and a new dish entirely form their waiter.

Kiyoomi just lifts a brow, asks if Atsumu likes it, asks if he wants another bite. (The answer is yes, because Atsumu always wants what Kiyoomi has, so the answer is always yes.)

Atsumu steals Kiyoomi’s oldest, softest t-shirts. Kiyoomi will catch him wearing one sometimes before practice or when they’re out to dinner together. They’re often hidden underneath his team jacket or a hoodie, the layer closest to the chest.

When Kiyoomi raises his brows in question, Atsumu smiles his most cheesing smile and says, “You said I could borrow it! I’ll give it back!”

Kiyoomi has never said any such thing.

Still he just shrugs and pulls Atsumu in for a kiss by the collar of his own shirt, and he doesn’t say that he’d be willing to give Atsumu any of his things, anything, really, so long as Kiyoomi gets to have Atsumu too. He thinks - hopes - that Atsumu already knows.

Atsumu is a sneak and pokes around in Kiyoomi’s drawers on his side of the bureau. And one day, after doing it again, despite Kiyoomi's warning, he rushes out into the living room holding a small box.

His eyes are wide, wet, shining, and his mouth is opening and closing, but no words escape.

Kiyoomi just sighs.

He drops down to one knee right there next to their new sofa, wearing his old gray sweats, and gestures impatiently for the box. Atsumu hands it over.

Kiyoomi asks a question. He says a lot of words he’s rehearsed for days, weeks, months, declarations he thinks - hopes - that Atsumu already knows.

(And, in the end, the answer is yes, because Atsumu always wants to be with Kiyoomi, so the answer was always going to be yes.)

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Ok this wasn’t bratsumu-y. I’ll work on it. 😅 But this was fluff, right? I think it was legit fluff. No smut even. Insanity!

I am just soft tonight from all the love today. 💛