Thread by @VivaLaBratLife

#omigiri angst prompt, sparks of #omigirin 👀
(i will complete these prompts if it's the last thing i do)

Osamu snapped his head up from where he was absentmindedly scrolling on his phone.

"What's wrong?"

Kiyoomi wouldn't look him in the eye.

https://twitter.com/VMKbiased/status/1549063970535112704

They had just gotten home from lunch with Atsumu and Suna. Osamu flopped straight onto the couch to just do nothing for a little while, and his boyfriend didn't take long to sit next to him with a book.

Osamu wasted no time reaching out with his free hand to

trace his fingers through Kiyoomi's tattoos, as he often did when they were enjoying some downtime together.

Only his boyfriend had just shoved his hand away.

"Why would you think something is wrong?"

Osamu fucking hated that tone. For someone who used to just throw hands with his brother for the most minor of inconveniences, he was not at all used to dealing with Kiyoomi's passive aggressiveness.

He tried reaching out again. "Kiyo, don't give me that shit. What's wrong?"

Kiyoomi jerked away this time. And that... somehow felt worse.

"What the hell is up with you?"

He couldn't think of anything he might've done wrong. Things were just fine this morning, and lunch with his brother and Suna went like it always did.

"Kiyoomi."

He was anxious, sure. And probably not helping the situation by being insistent. But as far as he was concerned, his boyfriend had no reason to ignore him like this.

He finally got a reaction.

Kiyoomi snapped his book shut, turning his venomous gaze to him.

"How long have you been in love with Suna?"

Osamu felt his jaw dropping, and his eyes bulging out of his face. He couldn't even formulate words to that. Of all things he could imagine to be bothering Kiyoomi, that was not one of them. "Wh- What?

Where the fuck did you get that idea?"

Kiyoomi scoffed. "You really thought I wouldn't notice, Osamu? With you eyefucking him today on top of everything else?"

What?

"Again, what the fuck are you talking about?"

Kiyoomi ignored him. "I don't appreciate being a placeholder."

Osamu threw his hands to the air in frustration. "Kiyoomi, I have legitimately no clue of what you're talking about! Do you even hear yourself right now? Suna's just my fucking friend."

"Really, now." Kiyoomi scoffed again.

"If he's 'just' a friend, why is he the first person you call when something happens at the store? If he's 'just' a friend, why do you keep track of his stats just as much as you do mine and Atsumu's? If he's 'just' a friend, why do you plan every single outing we have according

to what he likes best?"

Osamu kept staring and Kiyoomi drove his point home.

"You look at him how you look at me. So tell me, Osamu. How can he really be 'just' a friend?"

Kiyoomi no longer looked angry. He looked bitter.

Osamu fought to get past the lump in his throat.

"I don't- This is just how we've always been, Kiyo. I love you." He made sure to emphasize the last word.

His boyfriend seemed to be assessing him.

"I really should've seen this earlier. I wish you would've just told me."

Osamu felt so frustrated he could feel his eyes burning. "There's nothing to tell, Kiyoomi. I'm in love with you. I want this, us."

"But you also want him."

He opened his mouth, but stopped himself.

He let his eyes wander down to the smokes decorating Kiyoomi's arms.

He should deny it.

Hell, he never thought about wanting anything with Suna.

They'd always been close, sure, but Osamu had never been the best at understanding his own feelings.

That's one of the reasons Kiyoomi was perfect for him. Blunt, direct. He came up to Osamu when they met again at college and stated his interest in him with no fuss.

Osamu had jumped into the chance of getting to know him more, and couldn't be more grateful that he did.

Their relationship was amazing. They had just the right amount of snark between them to keep things interesting, and seemed to share a pretty reasonable braincell most of the time.

So he should deny it.

He and Kiyoomi were happy.

And Suna...

Osamu never stopped to notice how much he truly did for Suna. What Kiyoomi said was true, he always thought of him first when deciding what they should do for a long weekend.

He enjoyed the other man's company, and wanted him to enjoy his in return.

He couldn't lie to himself and say he would mind spending more time with him.

Fuck, how did he not notice?

He felt a stubborn tear making its way down his cheek before he came up with a response.

Osamu anxiously wiped it away, and looked at Kiyoomi's eyes once more.

"I don't want to lose you, Kiyoomi."

But he wouldn't lie to him either.

His boyfriend's dark eyes gave away nothing of what he could be feeling.

After what felt like an eternity, he sighed and closed his eyes. When he opened them, they were something gentler.

He cupped Osamu's cheek, and the man almost cried in relief at feeling that touch.

"You didn't know."

It wasn't a question, but Osamu shook his head anyway.

"I think we should talk to Wakatoshi." Kiyoomi suggested. "Get him to steal Atsumu away from lunch for a few weeks."

It took him a while, but when Osamu finally figured out what he was saying, his eyes widened.

"You want to-"

"I'm terrible at sharing" Kiyoomi interrupted him. "But I think I could learn. For you."

Osamu pinched his own arm.

The sting was as surprising as it was exhilarating.

Okay, he thought to himself.

They were really doing this.

~end

Hope you like it Marty!!! Had to include the tattoos just for you hehe <3