Atsumu was playing his new Nintendo Switch with some random games while he waited for Kiyoomi to come home from work. Until said boyfriend made his presence known by slamming the door
And dragging the grocery bags too loudly on the floor.
Usually, Kiyoomi was the pretty patient one in the course of their relationship. He was calm and collected despite being so prickly at times. Atsumu learned he was like a balloon, accumulating all the stress that slowly
filling him up until he popped.
After a few moments of glaring at the poor grocery bags, Kiyoomi knitted his eyebrows together before explaining his current dilemma, "I was in the elevator with some teenage girls who live in the same floor with us."
Atsumu was still in game and was only half listening before urging Kiyoomi to continue. "And then?"
He heard Kiyoomi's pitiful sigh. "And then they kept on gossiping that there was a vampire in Apartment 1513."
Atsumu laughed before his potty mouth started spilling--
curses. Damn it! He's character was being attacked!
He made sure to tone down his excitement, afraid that Kiyoomi will get mad if he knew Atsumu was not really paying attention.
Kiyoomi huffed before he started sorting their gorceries. Atsumu's eyes were still focused on his game.
"I just can't believe they thought I was vampire," Kiyoomi kept whining. "Just because I am pale doesnt mean–"
"Well you are pale," Atsumu interrupted before yelling--
too loudly at his screen.
"That doesn't make me a vampire either!"
Man, the game was so really fun and interesting. If he wanted to win this, he should pick a better character and weapons.
"They also said I smelled like blood! Can you believe them?!" Kiyoomi continued.
"No offense, Omi-kun," Atsumu said as he tried the newly acquired items he picked during the game, "but you do smell like blood sometimes, eh? I can't help you with that."
He was still so engrossed with the game, all he had to do was control—
"The fuck? Atsumu!"
Atsumu looked up to check on his boyfriend and Kiyoomi's eyes started glistening as if he was about to shed some tears.
Dammit! For once, Atsumu decided to be a good boyfriend and turned off his Switch not even caring to save his gaming progress.
If that didn’t prove how much he loved Kiyoomi, then nothing would.
"I don't know why you're making a big deal out of this, Omi-omi. We both know you're not a vampire, okay? Stop listening to those rumors." Atsumu wrapped his arms around Kiyoomi's body and started drawing--
little circles on his nape and back. He kissed his two moles to sooth him and Kiyoomi immediately calmed down.
He just had a shitty day at work so his stress accumulated and started to worry about unimportant things.
With his face buried in Atsumu's shoulder, he breathed softly. "I'm not a vampire."
"Hmm. You're not. You're warm and soft, my Omi-omi." Atsumu murmured softly in his ears.
Atsumu nosed his skin, travelling down to his until it reached Kiyoomi's pale neck, inhaling deeply.
"And even if you do smell like blood sometimes," Atsumu licked at the side of his neck before kissing the spot to soothe the ache. "I like it."
Atsumu sank his fangs slowly into the soft flesh, Kiyoomi's moans were music to his ears.
/// end.
lmao this is so idk??? random. hahahahaa hope yall enjoyed this mess kiyoomi not a vampire okay!!!!! uwu
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Day 4, Tier 3 / "I'm not moving. Your lap is comfortable."
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Miya Atsumu is really afraid of two things in life. His first fear involves sudden explosions of all sorts—unannounced fireworks, loud shouts, and any sudden popping.
His second fear involves the squirming bundle of curiosity staring at him from his lap with wide, imploring eyes.
"Atsumu, it's just my niece," Kiyoomi, his boyfriend, huffs in exasperation. "You're acting like you've never seen a child before.
Atsumu cradles Kiyoomi's niece--
by the shoulder as if he's not sure what to do with her. It's a girl—an extremely adorable, cute little girl and Atsumu remembers that his Ma always reminds him and Samu to be extra careful with little girls.
He figures he would be much better at handling a little boy.