#SakuAtsu Single dad Samu holds a party for his child’s 7th birthday. MSBY is invited and Yuki clings onto Sakusa because everyone knows she has a huge crush on him.
Sakusa is carrying Yuki when the host asks for Yuki’s wish. To everyone’s surprise, Yuki kisses him on the lips.+
Sakusa is carrying Yuki when the host asks for Yuki’s wish. To everyone’s surprise, Yuki kisses him on the lips.+
Sakusa is frozen. Atsumu’s jaw has dropped. MSBY is close to cracking up. Samu doesn’t know if he should high five his child or hide her forever from Atsumu.
The wide smile in Yuki’s lips begins to quiver. “Did I do something wrong, Sakusa-san?” +
The wide smile in Yuki’s lips begins to quiver. “Did I do something wrong, Sakusa-san?” +
It’s Atsumu who speaks. “Yuki, sweetie, it’s about time we talk about consent—”
Samu swats Atsumu away and takes Yuki from Sakusa as tears start falling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Sakusa-san,” she whispers.
Sakusa laughs and wipes Yuki’s tears. “No, don’t be sorry, Yuki.” +
Samu swats Atsumu away and takes Yuki from Sakusa as tears start falling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Sakusa-san,” she whispers.
Sakusa laughs and wipes Yuki’s tears. “No, don’t be sorry, Yuki.” +
The tears remain, but Yuki mirrors Sakusa’s smile. “So… can I kiss you again?”
Atsumu gasps out loud, scandalized. “No!”
“Tsumu, you’re literally fighting a 7 year old. How low can ya go?”
“Omi’s my /boyfriend/!”
“Yeah, and it’s not her fault ya haven’t kissed him yet.” +
Atsumu gasps out loud, scandalized. “No!”
“Tsumu, you’re literally fighting a 7 year old. How low can ya go?”
“Omi’s my /boyfriend/!”
“Yeah, and it’s not her fault ya haven’t kissed him yet.” +
Apparently it’s all their teammates needed to finally break, now cry laughing in their tiny circle. Atsumu is as red as Yuki’s puffy ballgown. Sakusa is struggling to hide his grin.
Atsumu doesn’t answer back, and it becomes the topic of interest for the rest of the night. ++
Atsumu doesn’t answer back, and it becomes the topic of interest for the rest of the night. ++
Atsumu pouts as he and Yuki dance and Yuki is consoling her 27-year-old 6-footer uncle. “Are you angry, ojisan?”
Atsumu sighs and kneels down. “’m not, I was just joking.”
He leans forward to kiss Yuki’s forehead and Yuki smiles. “Just don’t kiss Omi again.” Yuki’s smile drops.
Atsumu sighs and kneels down. “’m not, I was just joking.”
He leans forward to kiss Yuki’s forehead and Yuki smiles. “Just don’t kiss Omi again.” Yuki’s smile drops.
When Sakusa approaches the two, he catches the middle of a very, very heated negotiation.
“Forehead only.”
“Ojisaaan!”
“Omi’s lips are off limits. Those are mine.”
“But Papa said you did not ki—“
“That’s not the point! No lips!”
“Cheeks then!”
“...forehead!” +
“Forehead only.”
“Ojisaaan!”
“Omi’s lips are off limits. Those are mine.”
“But Papa said you did not ki—“
“That’s not the point! No lips!”
“Cheeks then!”
“...forehead!” +
“Why are you the one negotiating when I’m the one who’ll receive the kiss? /I/ should be the one consenting.”
Yuki runs and hugs Sakusa’s legs. “Sakusa-san, ojisan is greedy!”
Sakusa just laughs softly. “You can kiss me on the cheeks. We don’t want oji to be angry, right?” +
Yuki runs and hugs Sakusa’s legs. “Sakusa-san, ojisan is greedy!”
Sakusa just laughs softly. “You can kiss me on the cheeks. We don’t want oji to be angry, right?” +
Yuki nods somberly. Atsumu grins triumphantly (or pathetically for a 27-year-old who won against a 7-year-old). Sakusa crouches down and offers her his cheek. “Go on, then.” Yuki beams and presses a loud kiss on his cheek.
“What, I’m not gettin one?” Yuki rolls her eyes but +
“What, I’m not gettin one?” Yuki rolls her eyes but +
kisses Atsumu’s cheek all the same. Sakusa watches Atsumu hug and tickle his niece and idly wonders how Atsumu is capable of giving and loving as much as he does. Not that he’s complaining as one of its recipients, but Atsumu’s love makes Sakusa want to do something, /anything/.+
Still, they never let it go—not Samu, not Yuki, and certainly not MSBY. It becomes the joke of the month: Atsumu’s niece kissed Omi, his literal boyfriend, first.
It’s all in good fun, though. He groans but he’s never mad, not really. But it /did/ make Sakusa realize something.+
It’s all in good fun, though. He groans but he’s never mad, not really. But it /did/ make Sakusa realize something.+
“Why /haven’t/ you kissed me yet?” he asks one day on their drive home.
He only hears a strangled “what?” from Atsumu. Sakusa pries his eyes away from the road for a second and the first thing Sakusa sees are Atsumu’s red ears.
The second are his shaking fingers.
He only hears a strangled “what?” from Atsumu. Sakusa pries his eyes away from the road for a second and the first thing Sakusa sees are Atsumu’s red ears.
The second are his shaking fingers.
Sakusa turns to an empty street and stops the car. He reaches for Atsumu’s hands the moment the engine dies and looks up at Atsumu’s eyes. “Atsumu?”
Atsumu bites his lower lip, avoiding his gaze. “I just… I didn’t want to be imposing. I know you have your boundaries, and +
Atsumu bites his lower lip, avoiding his gaze. “I just… I didn’t want to be imposing. I know you have your boundaries, and +
I respect them, so I don’t want to overstep or rush ya into doin anything ya don’t want.”
The sight tugs at Sakusa’s chest, propels that need to do something, anything.
He remembers how Atsumu waited months before he even sat close or held his hands.
This is how Atsumu loves.
The sight tugs at Sakusa’s chest, propels that need to do something, anything.
He remembers how Atsumu waited months before he even sat close or held his hands.
This is how Atsumu loves.
He holds Atsumu’s cheeks in his hands, cheeks, nose and lips squished between his palms. “Omi?”
This is how Sakusa loves, too.
“Who said I didn’t want this?” Moving. “I want this because it’s you. God, I want everything and anything that has to do with you, Atsumu.” And doing.
This is how Sakusa loves, too.
“Who said I didn’t want this?” Moving. “I want this because it’s you. God, I want everything and anything that has to do with you, Atsumu.” And doing.
And showing.
Sakusa leans in and
Sakusa leans in and
A giddy smile curls in Atsumu’s face, then twists down slightly. “Still sucks that Yuki got the first one, though.”
Sakusa huffs a laugh and an idea forms. He leans in again and presses soft consecutive kisses on Atsumu’s lips, pecking so many times he lost count.
Sakusa huffs a laugh and an idea forms. He leans in again and presses soft consecutive kisses on Atsumu’s lips, pecking so many times he lost count.
Atsumu’s lips curl higher and higher with every peck, tiny, lilted Omi’s whispered in between.
“You get the second kiss, though. And the third. Fourth. Every single kiss after that. Every kiss you want. And the last.”
“You get the second kiss, though. And the third. Fourth. Every single kiss after that. Every kiss you want. And the last.”
This time Atsumu leans in. This one lingers on Sakusa’s lips even long after Atsumu’s lips have gone. A kiss with so much love to give.
Sakusa will one-up him one day. He has never turned down a good challenge.
For now, he jokes. “Yuki still beat you to it, though.”
“OMI!”
Sakusa will one-up him one day. He has never turned down a good challenge.
For now, he jokes. “Yuki still beat you to it, though.”
“OMI!”
// end
sorry if I got the honorifics wrong I’m still confused 🙈 anw samu makes fun of atsumu after he texts samu that they finally kissed until atsumu points out that yuki is not nearly as clingy with samu as she is with omi. Rip omi it’s time to run
sorry if I got the honorifics wrong I’m still confused 🙈 anw samu makes fun of atsumu after he texts samu that they finally kissed until atsumu points out that yuki is not nearly as clingy with samu as she is with omi. Rip omi it’s time to run
• • •
Missing some Tweet in this thread? You can try to
force a refresh
