On days when everything’s too much, when Omi is so overwhelmed he can’t even hold a conversation, he either wants to be held or to be left alone.
It’s hard to figure out sometimes, but Atsumu found a solution: he’d nudge his nose against Omi’s. +
Atsumu will sit beside Omi in the couch, mindful not to touch anything else as he leans in to peer at Omi’s eyes. Then he’ll brush his nose against Omi’s. If Omi presses his nose back, Atsumu will hold out his arms and wrap them around Omi as Omi melts against his body. +
Today, the second scenario makes itself known as Omi bumps his nose back briefly before pulling away. Atsumu wants to hold him now more than ever, but he knows better.
So he stands and makes tea for Omi, still steaming as he sets it down the table. +
He drapes a blanket around Omi’s shoulders, allowing his hands to linger for only a second longer before lifting them. “Go to bed soon, okay?” Omi only nods as Atsumu pads towards their bedroom.
Omi goes to bed an hour later, a good (yet unfortunate) distance away from Atsumu. +
He stays awake as Omi settles down, watching him change positions every other minute until the heaviness fades from Omi’s face with sleep.
Atsumu wants to ask about it. He wants Omi to tell him something, /anything/.
He waits instead, letting Omi come to him when he’s ready. +
When Atsumu wakes up, Omi is closer, eyes still dark but more open, yielding with morning light.
Omi doesn’t say good morning. He only moves closer and cradles Atsumu’s face with a shaky hand. Then he nudges his nose against Atsumu’s. +
It’s his way of saying ‘Thank you for waiting for me’. This is Omi saying ‘I’m ready to say more, if you’re still up for it.’
Atsumu nudges back and holds Omi closer.
“Go on, then,” he whispers.
Because of course Atsumu will wait for him. Always.
// end
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#SakuAtsu Prof Mama Miya lowkey showing Atsumu off (not Osamu, he’s taken for years now) by putting his pictures in her slides whenever she can hoping her students take an interest in him. A subtle advertising technique befitting the class. Sakusa is her student. It works. 👀+
Mama Miya uses Atsumu for memes. Omi thinks his prof’s son has no right looking /that/ hot with a bedhead. Mama Miya places family pictures whenever she can, sometimes letting the laptop linger on her wallpaper. Kiyoomi thinks the blond shouldn’t look that good in a maroon suit.
And if Prof Miya catches Omi reading through the papers pinned on the College of Architecture’s bulletin board (Mama Miya has mentioned her son’s course SO many times), hoping to know the boy’s name, what then? What if she says, “It’s Atsumu, Sakusa-kun”? Omi might just drop out.
#SakuAtsu Everyone in MSBY is still shocked whenever Kiyoomi sits beside Atsumu, pouting and nudging his head on Atsumu’s shoulder with a hairtie between his fingers.
Atsumu smiles endearingly, taking the tie. “Donut?” Omi nods as Atsumu ties Omi’s long curly hair to a bun. +
That’s how they got together, after all. Because of Covid, Omi’s hair grew so long that he has to tie it. He often went for a ponytail because he can’t do a bun but he hated the way his hair flicked against his face as he played.
Until one day Atsumu offered to tie it for him. +
Kiyoomi let him. It’s not a big deal, he thought, until Atsumu’s fingers carded through his hair, the pads brushing softly against his scalp it made Kiyoomi sigh, his body pliant.
“How do you know how to do this, Miya?”
“Our town is a small so my nieces are always around. +
#SakuAtsu Kiyoomi, in all his athleticism, has two left feet; a 6’3 uncoordinated lump of bones.
Atsumu makes up for the few centimeters in grace and rhythm, his body in time with the music.
So when Sakusa freezes at the news of a V. League ball, Atsumu offers to teach him.
He’ll say it’s out of concern. It’d be fun to see Sakusa stagger around the gala, stripped off his smugness for once, but it would feel more like laughing /at/ him, and Atsumu didn’t like that.
He’d rather see Sakusa, 6 foot of bones and muscle, trip over himself in private, +
where Sakusa can flip him off and make fun of Atsumu’s faux expertise so it would be more like laughing /with/ him.
That’s not what he says when Sakusa asks why he even offered.
Instead, he says, “I’m the best teacher ya got right now, so take it or leave it, Omi-kun!”
#SakuAtsu Atsumu doesn't sleep while traveling. That's what happens after one too many stolen shots taken by a Samu, Suna, and Gin who are always out for Atsumu's blood.
Sakusa notices this on their second bus ride to a match when he sees Atsumu stubbornly fighting off sleep. +
His head lolls uncontrollably before jerking right back up, eyes drooping but never quite closing.
He lets it slide for a while until MSBY loses the finals. The team was quiet after that, even Bokuto and Hinata, and everyone immediately fell asleep 10 minutes after the bus left.
Well, everyone except them two.
Atsumu's head is just resting against the window, eyes hooded with sleep, his shoulders rounded from exhaustion. Sighing, Sakusa crosses the aisle and sits on the vacant spot beside Atsumu who snaps in attention. "Omi?"
Osamu gets the front seat as Kiyoomi and Atsumu debate over who gets to walk down the aisle.
--
“So who gets to walk down the aisle again?”
“Oh, I will.” / “Of course it’s me.”
Osamu’s eyebrows raise in intrigue as the engaged couple snap their heads towards each other, mouths agape. Kiyoomi furrows his eyebrows and purses his lips in thought. “It’s me… right?”
“Why is it you?” Atsumu asks, confusion contorting his face.
“Oh, god,” Osamu spits out a laugh, hands rifling through the day’s profits. “You idiots never talked about it. There’s literally one week left until the wedding rehearsal.”