Kiyoomi who gets t-boned on his way to practice and ends up in the hospital instead of a volleyball court. Bokuto who comes barreling into his hospital room way before practice should be over. He starts to cry when he sees the dark purple bruises
covering Kiyoomi’s side and arm. Even his neck. And Kiyoomi is so stiff and tired and in pain that when Bokuto sits down next to him he finally starts to cry as well. The nurse helping him into the hospital gown tries to comfort them both, but Bokuto pulls it together
and takes Kiyoomi’s hand in his.
“I’m just so glad you’re safe, darling,” Bokuto murmurs. He presses his lips into every knuckle on Kiyoomi’s fingers. “I love you.”
And Kiyoomi is still crying; exhaustion, adrenaline, and pain all combining in a flurry of emotions that
only have a single escape. His cheek burns as tears roll over the cut there. “I love you, too.”
“Oh, your face.” Bokuto gasps. His fingers trail over the bandage and bruises on Kiyoomi’s right side. “Is your head okay?”
Kiyoomi nods. “Already got it checked out.”
“That’s good.” Bokuto mumbles. Kiyoomi holds his hand tighter. His arm twinges and he groans. “What’s wrong? Should I call the nurse?”
“No.” Kiyoomi forces himself to breathe. “Just waiting for my turn for a cast.” He quirks his lips slightly.
“Get some rest.”
Bokuto pushes Kiyoomi’s hair back gently and kisses his forehead. Kiyoomi nods and moves around slightly. Bokuto laughs when Kiyoomi tries to drag him into the bed with him. “I’ll be right here. You’ll just be more uncomfortable if we try to squeeze in together.”
Kiyoomi pouts but closes his eyes with a sigh. Bokuto leaves his hand in Kiyoomi’s hair. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.”
“I love you.” Kiyoomi says again. He holds Bokuto’s arm to his chest. “A lot.”
Bokuto laughs and kisses Kiyoomi’s forehead, then his eyes, then his nose.
Kiyoomi hums tiredly. He kisses Bokuto back when his lips finally land there. “I love you a lot, too. Please go to sleep.”
//end
That ending sucks ass but I don’t know how to finish this off so this is what we get.
TW: death (minor character tho no worries about MCD)
Newly broken up SakuAtsu. Sakusa who just got terrible news (death in the family) and is absolutely torn up about it. He finds himself standing outside Atsumu’s apartment and can’t even make himself say a single word
he’s so distraught. Atsumu (who is still pretty upset about how and why things ended between them) pulls Kiyoomi inside and takes care of him until he can calm down enough to explain the situation. And then Atsumu’s heart is breaking for Kiyoomi bc he knows how badly he must
be feeling if he’s being this vulnerable.
I don’t know. Just sakuatsu being exes but still being there for each other in times of need. They have the kind of love that never truly dies bc they fell in love with the worst versions of each other before seeing just amazing
Sleepy Omi who wakes up just enough to make it to the bathroom without any injuries. Him and Atsumu had gotten into a fight before their road games this week and they still hadn’t come to some kind of agreement. Atsumu is still being petty and Kiyoomi is okay with giving him
the silent treatment for the moment.
But Sleepy Omi and Awake Omi are two different people. So, when he walks into the hotel room’s bathroom and Atsumu is brushing his teeth, Omi stops and wraps his arms around Atsumu’s waist for a back hug. He hums and buries his face in
Atsumu’s neck, pressing a few kisses into his skin. Atsumu, as upset as he is with Kiyoomi still, can’t help but smile around his tooth brush at his adorable boyfriend. He lays his free hand on Kiyoomi’s arm and squeezes three times. /I love you/.
I need a bookstore/cafe au. SakuAtsu who are at each other’s throats trying to ‘poach’ customers bc the wall between their businesses has been knocked down. Their stores having vastly different aesthetics but having an ombré effect in the middle. Everyone thinking they hate
each other but they always spend their breaks together in the back corner of Atsumu’s bookstore and snack on the pastries that Kiyoomi had made fresh that morning. They bicker then too, but most of it is bragging about how many sales they’ve had already.
And they’re both quick to recommend the other’s business when a customer is in search of another way to spend their day. And they always lock up together and Atsumu always insists on sealing their days with a kiss. Which Kiyoomi claims to think is a stupid tradition,
“Omi-kun~~,” Atsumu sing songs. Kiyoomi looks at his bedroom door disdainfully. This is one of the biggest problems of being shoved into a single house with the
rest of the JNT for training. He has no privacy. No real privacy, anyways. “Omi-kun, Sho-kun made lunch? Do ya want any?”
Kiyoomi feels like the words he wants to say are clogging up his lungs. He takes a shaky breath and turns his back to his door. He really does want
Hinata’s lunch. Hinata had told him all about it yesterday and it sounded delicious. Kiyoomi had been so excited. But right now, anything even remotely related to food makes him feel like he wants to throw up. He just wants to turn off his brain and stop feeling things
//SakuAtsu, ass man Omi, drunk Omi, drinking, NSFW
Atsumu is going to die. He is /going to die/ and all his teammates are willing to do is laugh at him. Atsumu feels Sakusa’s fingers inch under his thigh again, forcing their way between Atsumu’s leg and the booth
they’re sitting in. He sighs and grabs Sakusa’s wrist again, pulling it away. /And/ Sakusa is totally going to blow their cover. Why the fuck is he so handsy? Three drinks and he’s falling all over himself?
“Atsumu~~” Sakusa pouts at Atsumu when Atsumu smacks his hand away from
wandering under him. He makes a claw at him and flexes his fingers. “I wanna touch.”
“I said no, Omi-Omi.” Atsumu says firmly. That pout will not work on him. Nope. It /won’t/. But Sakusa’s eyes widen a little more and his lip juts out some too and Atsumu can feel himself
Omega Atsumu who doesn’t want kids of his own, but his omega has always wanted to ‘fulfill its duties’ (archaic, Atsumu knows) by having kids. So, Atsumu decides to become a surrogate for those who need it. He’s a strong omega, great medical history, and no signs
that would point to complications. He informs the team of his decision and is unsurprisingly met with questions from all of them. He explains that his heats have only been getting worse and worse since he turned twenty, that it’s beyond exhausting and borderline excruciating at
times. And if helping someone else achieve their dream will help give him a little reprieve (plus a nine month break) then he thinks it’s more than worth a shot. Doctors have been telling him for years the only ways to lessen his heats are to find a mate