Thread by @erisabesu3

fic thread for @dalla_nebbia ! 💖💖💖
#sakuatsu, surprise birthday date, #nsfw, fluff and sap

"Where exactly are you taking me?" Kiyoomi's brows scrunch in the middle of his forehead, watching Atsumu humming in their closet while picking out outfits for them to wear.

"Yer gonna love it, don't worry," Atsumu chuckles. He holds up an old navy blue ringer t-shirt, and grins before tossing it onto the bed.

Kiyoomi eyes the two pairs of jeans already laid out on the quilt and can't help frowning when Atsumu comes out holding two pairs of Chucks,

Kiyoomi's white classics and Atsumu's high-top reds. Atsumu brings him a burgundy and white striped polo shirt, seeming very pleased with himself. Kiyoomi takes it to be polite, but the uber casual ensembles raise some red flags about what's in store for that evening.

His birthday last year was celebrated by a black tie excursion to the Symphony. The year before that they took a trip to a resort in Okinawa and got sunburned surfing.

Atsumu has served him breakfast in bed, taken him to an onsen ryokan, and wined and dined him like royalty.

Looking at the two of them dressed down—way, /way/ down—in t-shirts, jeans, and Chucks…

"God. I look like a college student," he comments.

Weirdly, Atsumu doesn't take this as the criticism he intended.

"Do you now…" he sparkles, hugging him from behind.

Kiyoomi arches a brow, and Atsumu plants a wet, dramatic kiss on his cheek.

"Need a jacket?" He holds up an old jean-jacket from their closet that Kiyoomi's not sure fits him in the shoulders any more.

He puts up a hand. "Pass."

"'Kay." Atsumu hangs up the jacket and gets out

one of his most well-loved adidas hoodies, which he ties around his waist. "I'll bring this in case, so lemme know if ya get cold."

"Where are we going?" Kiyoomi asks again, putting his phone and wallet into his jeans pockets.

"Do ya trust me?" Atsumu brushes their lips.

Kiyoomi sighs. "I better after 6 years dating and living with you."

Atsumu kisses him again, squeezing his hands on Kiyoomi's hips. "Then ya can trust me bout this!"

Kiyoomi's lips twitch in a smile, and they head out, taking a short ride on the train to a popular part of town.

When Atsumu brings them to the front of a McDonald's, Kiyoomi does some serios rethinking about their future. His face must say as much, because Atsumu takes his hands and begins pleading.

"C'mon, Omi! We've never been here before!"

"We've never been to a /garbage dump/ either,

but that doesn't mean we /should."/ Kiyoomi deadpans.

Atsumu rolls his eyes and keeps wheedling. "Let's just try it? I've already thought it all through, will ya please come with me?"

Kiyoomi's grateful for his face mask, but can't help emanating his dark aura as he follows

his boyfriend inside. Atsumu orders something called a "BTS Meal" for the both of them. For better or worse, the items are prepared without coming in contact with human hands, so Kiyoomi deigns to eat. Atsumu seems especially delighted by this, which tugs his mouth into a grin.

Back out on the street, Kiyoomi waits expectantly for Atsumu to tell him what's next.

Atsumu digs in his back pocket, and then dramatically pulls out two movie tickets. "Ta-dah!"

"A movie, huh," Kiyoomi takes his ticket to see what they're seeing. It's a late showing of some

Hollywood blockbuster he's never heard of, but figures Atsumu will like it, so he shrugs, but the timing seems a little off. "This doesn't start for an hour though?"

Atsumu grins so big his teeth sparkle. "I know just the place to kill some time!"

By this point Kiyoomi has

resigned to go with the flow, which is good because Atsumu has brought them to an arcade.

"Atsumu, you do realize I turned 28 today?" he asks to be sure.

"Of course of course!" Atsumu thumps him on the back. "But yer still young at heart, right Omi-Omi?"

Kiyoomi pushes Atsumu

towards the doors, and braces against the music and noise of the place filling the space in a tangible way. Kiyoomi's glad he brought a pair of gloves, which he dons while Atsumu cashes in for game tokens. He and Atsumu play several games of air hockey and a basketball-based game

before moving on to a racecar game, and then skee-ball. When they win they get tickets to be exchanged for prizes, and by the end, Kiyoomi has twice as many as Atsumu, who grumbles about it and keeps challenging him to another round of skee-ball.

"Are you letting me win because

it's my birthday, or are you just that bad?" Kiyoomi teases, nudging Atsumu with his hip.

"Yer too good!" Atsumu exclaims, throwing hands in the air. "It's yer damn wrists!"

"Heh." Kiyoomi preens, and then throws another skee-ball for a perfect score.

"So /nasty/," Atsumu shakes his head, but the look in his eyes is keen.

They combine their tickets and Kiyoomi defers the choice of prize to Atsumu. Predictably he picks out a plush doggie with golden fur that Kiyoomi would say resembles Atsumu's favorite shade of blonde.

It's cute, like a miniature retriever, and Kiyoomi kinda wants to snuggle it, but /not here./ He makes Atsumu carry it for the time being, and Atsumu is only too happy to do so, holding it up to the train window so it can "see" while they head to the movies.

Adorable.

/God./

Kiyoomi skips ordering any snacks, but Atsumu gets a large soda. In the dark theatre, Atsumu takes his hand (now bare once more) and leads him all the way up to the very back row where there aren't any other people. Kiyoomi is glad to have some space, and relaxes during the

previews, hoping that the movie is worth it. Atsumu's still holding his hand, though, and it's rather nice. Not something they could do at the Symphony of course, but the longer their hands are clasped, the more Kiyoomi's palm tingles, and his heart flutters. The movie starts

with an explosively loud action sequence that makes him squint, but Atsumu leans closer and rests his head on Kiyoomi's shoulder. It shouldn't be any big deal, but for some reason Kiyoomi's pulse starts zigging and zagging, like it does when he's nervous. But he's not nervous?

Atsumu turns his head up, and Kiyoomi looks down to see his eyes and face are very close. Their gazes lock, and Kiyoomi's zig-zagging heart keeps acting up, which is distressing. Atsumu licks his lips, smiling shyly.

Oh /hell./

Kiyoomi angles so their lips can meet,

and Atsumu's eyes flutter closed, accepting his kiss eagerly. Kiyoomi's very glad for the darkness of the theatre, for one kiss turns into two, which turns into four, and next thing he knows they're fully making out, breathy and intense, hands in hair and around necks and backs.

One corner of Kiyoomi's brain wonders what on earth they're doing, but the rest of him is weirdly frantic to push the armrest out of the way so they can press closer together, hiding in the dark and behind a curtain of sound until Atsumu pulls back.

"Omi I really wanna blow ya."

*record scratch*

"Huh? /Here?!"/ Kiyoomi whispers back, appalled.

"Yeah," Atsumu nuzzles into his neck, mouthing below his ear.

"There are /people/ here!" Kiyoomi hisses.

"So?" Atsumu flashes that cocky look of his that Kiyoomi knows can be very dangerous—and very stupid.

Atsumu leans in closer, trailing a hand down Kiyoomi's shirt to his fly. "Lemme make ya feel good, won't make a sound, no one will know, promise!"

Kiyoomi's muscles go rigid when Atsumu settles his hand on the fly of his jeans. He quickly covers Atsumu's hand with his own,

biting his lip. There's something very tempting about this, but Kiyoomi's a little too-aware of their surroundings to "go with the flow" to this extent.

"Not here, but..." Kiyoomi whispers, taking Atsumu's hand from his lap and putting it around his waist. "Later. Kiss me more?"

Atsumu chuckles, and finds this suggestion more than agreeable, kissing Kiyoomi senseless.

It's still so dumb—what are they doing in a movie theatre?!—but by the end, Kiyoomi finds it was a most fitting way to enjoy the nonstop action sequences favored by film studios overseas.

Kiyoomi's lips are tender by the time they exit the cineplex, and he uses his chapstick, then passes it to Atsumu, whose lips are swollen and entirely too sexy for this time of night.

"Where to?" Kiyoomi asks, rubbing his arms absently.

"Here ya go." Atsumu unwinds his adidas

hoodie from his waist, and puts it over Kiyoomi's shoulders. It's warm and smells like him, and Kiyoomi fits his arms through the sleeves and zips it up.

"Looks nice on ya," Atsumu winks, then holds up the plush doggie so its nose boops Kiyoomi's.

Kiyoomi takes up the dog so

he can do the same to Atsumu, rubbing their noses vigorously until Atsumu cracks up.

"Where next?" he repeats, relinquishing the toy back to Atsumu.

Atsumu threads their fingers together as they walk down the street. "Kinda thought we'd pick up where we left off, get sweaty."

Kiyoomi doesn't need to see the lewd expression on Atsumu's face to know what he's talking about.

"What a romantic proposition." He snorts.

Atsumu groan-sighs. "Well sorry! Got a little worked up thinkin' 'bout everythin' I wanna do with ya. And yer hella cute in my hoodie."

"Oh yeah?" Kiyoomi cocks his head.

"Yeah, duh," Atsumu squeezes their hands, and turns them down a narrow side street, stopping in front of a door lit by a neon sign. "So here we are."

Kiyoomi looks up at the sign. "This is a love hotel."

"Bingo!" Atsumu grins. Then he opens

the door and pulls Kiyoomi inside. Kiyoomi's been in love hotels before, and several times with Atsumu, but this one is a little... He's just bewildered by Atsumu's choice, and it's so puzzling that he finds himself already in their selected room before he can blink.

The room's theme is a high-school classroom, with a teacher's desk in front of a curtain, and rows of student desks facing it. One wall is painted to look like windows, and the opposite to look like it borders an interior hallway. Kiyoomi's so confused, he just lets Atsumu

take him to a random student desk, and sits down in it, though it's a bit awkward with his height and the length of his legs.

"What is all this?" he asks, finally.

Atsumu puts the doggie down on an empty desk and struggles into the seat next to him. "God, these are smaller

than I remember," he laughs.

Kiyoomi looks around the pseudo-schoolroom, and then lifts his brows in question.

"So listen," Atsumu says, holding out his hand. Kiyoomi takes it. "Was thinkin' 'bout how if we were in the same high school, we might'a had a class or two together.

Maybe we'd even have sat next to each other like this."

"Hmm." Kiyoomi considers this.

"Could'a passed ya notes," Atsumu laughs.

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes. "That would've annoyed me. A lot."

"Maybe, but wouldn't it've been cool to be high school boyfriends? Worried about

homework, studyin' together, goin' to practice together?" Atsumu rubs his thumb over the back of Kiyoomi's hand.

Kiyoomi considers this, trying to picture Atsumu coming over with his textbooks, or waiting by his locker to go to practice. He chuckles.

"Let me guess, we'd go to McDonald's for dates?" Kiyoomi tilts his head.

Atsumu's laugh is both embarrassed and carefree. "Totes!"

"And then the arcade, no doubt," Kiyoomi continues.

"Mm-hmmm," Atsumu nods, then waggles his eyebrows. "And the back row of the movie theatre..."

"Hmm, I see." Kiyoomi licks his lips, which are still a bit tender.

"And so it made me think," Atsumu says, squeezing his hand again, but this time Kiyoomi senses a trembling that

wasn't there before.

Atsumu keeps hold of his hand, and reaches the other into his jeans pocket, but he can't get it in from the seated position. He leans back, but the desk won't let him get any leverage.

"Dammit!" he grunts, wiggling and trying to get out of the desk, but

he can't get his legs out and the whole desk starts to topple over.

Kiyoomi lets go so he has both arms to regain his balance, but it's too late—Atsumu and the desk keel over onto the floor with a clatter.

"Ow! Dang!" Atsumu struggles, feet sticking up in the air.

It's so absurd Kiyoomi can't help the urge to laugh, though he does his best to stifle it as he gets up to provide assistance.

"How lame!" Atsumu shouts, but he starts cracking up too, and so Kiyoomi laughs with him while they extricate him from the desk. Atsumu stands up,

brushing off his jeans, and looking a little flustered.

"You okay?" Kiyoomi asks, patting him down from his head to his hips and making Atsumu laugh again.

Atsumu's grin is also still intact. "Fine, fine." He rights the desk and puts his arm around Kiyoomi, leading him to the

relative safety of the front of the room. He stands Kiyoomi by the teacher's desk, and takes his hands.

"As I was sayin', been thinkin' 'bout what it might've been like to date ya in high school, or date ya in college, an' I realized somethin' important."

Atsumu holds Kiyoomi's gaze, and his eyes are so full of emotion Kiyoomi swallows, palms tingling again where their hands are clasped.

"Kiyoomi, whether it's ten years ago, or ten years from now, yer the most incredible person I've ever met and I'd love to have ya at my side,

and be yers, /forever./" Atsumu pulls a small box from his pocket and places it in Kiyoomi's. "Whether we're kids who don't know anythin', or twenty-somethin's tryin' to be grown-ups, or wrinkly old men—wontcha be my husband, Kiyoomi?"

Kiyoomi's so stunned, emotions flooding

every particle in his body, that it trickles out of his eyes first, blurring his vision and then spilling over his cheeks. He can see it all—years of pro volleyball, a dog, coaching or travel, maybe both, all of it so full of the love and happiness they've shared these 6 years.

"Kiyoomi?" Atsumu asks, gently rubbing the tears from Kiyoomi's cheeks.

Kiyoomi nods, teeth caught on his bottom lip. The tears keep pouring out, which is embarrassing, but he can't help it, he loves this man /so much./

"Yer so not fair," Atsumu chuckles, voice wobbly. "Gonna

make me cry too at this rate."

Kiyoomi clutches the box to his chest, and sniffs. "You're such a jerk," he says, laughing and crying at the same time.

"How am I a jerk!" Atsumu laughs with him, wiping the tears from his cheeks too. "I just proposed to ya, yanno!"

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes, rubbing the tears away while still clutching the box, hand over his heart. "You dressed me like a teenager, made me eat McDonald's, and proposed to me in a weird love hotel, all in one day," he mock-complains.

Atsumu laughs, and puts his arms around him.

"Guess the surprise was a success!"

"Only /you,"/ Kiyoomi groans, affectionately. He touches their foreheads together and sighs.

Atsumu rubs gentle circles on his back. "So... ya gonna leave me hangin'? Kinda desperate here to know yer answer?"

Kiyoomi lifts his head. "I said yes!"

"Oh! You did?" Atsumu blinks.

"Yes! I nodded!" Kiyoomi huffs.

"Jeez! Can ya use yer words, please?" Atsumu huffs back, exasperated.

Kiyoomi grabs the front of Atsumu's t-shirt, "Yes! Yes! Yes! A thousand-million-trillion times YES!"

Atsumu's expression is stunned. Then he bursts into tears, and that makes /Kiyoomi/ start crying again, so he pulls Atsumu into a hug and they just cry it out for a while, sniffling and laughing and sobbing like the idiots they are, until their feelings calm down and they regain

some composure.

"I can open this right? It's my present?" Kiyoomi asks, holding up the box.

"Here," Atsumu says, helping to open it. Inside are two matching platinum rings, and they take turns putting them on each other.

It's one of the happiest moments of Kiyoomi's life

"What's next?" Kiyoomi asks, unable to help the fond and goofy smile he knows is on his face.

Atsumu chuckles, flushing red. "Well I was gonna say I could blow ya right here on the teach's desk—"

Kiyoomi's face contorts.

"—but now I kinda just wanna go home?" Atsumu finishes.

"Good idea," Kiyoomi nods, leaning in for a kiss.

It's not bad to change perspective once in a while, but sometimes, there's no place like /home./

Right now, there's nothing Kiyoomi wants more than to go home with his new fiance, get out of these silly clothes, and get sweaty.

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the end! I hope you've had a very excellent birthday Nebbia! <3 Much love to you!

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