Thread by @cinnamonnoodle

#sktsweek2023 | @sktsweek
day 5: intimacy (cw talk about scars, no sh)

"What's that?"

Atsumu feels the words as a warm breath against his neck. Kiyoomi being the big spoon will always be his favorite position to cuddle.

"What," Atsumu reaches to where

fingertips are touching the back of his head, "that?"

"Yes," Kiyoomi murmurs as their hands brush at the same spot. "That must've hurt."

"S' nothing too bad," Atsumu says, recalling his memory. "Samu and I jumped around on our parents' bed when we were like five? But we weren't exactly careful and landed on the side instead of the bed at one point."

He wiggles his back closer to Kiyoomi's chest, enjoying that unique feeling of warmth and soft skin against his own.

"And you hit yourself?"

Humming in thought, Atsumu intertwines their hands in front of him.

"I fell against the edge of a dresser, therefore that nasty little spot where I can't grow hair anymore."

Atsumu can't even see the small crease forming between Sakusa's eyebrows, but he knows it's there right now.

Soft fingertips find said small spot again, carefully moving over it. "I've never noticed."

"Yeah, the hairstrands around do a pretty good job of hiding that."

Kiyoomi presses his lips to the back of Atsumu's neck, placing a few kisses over the area of skin he can reach without moving too much.

"I know you love acting reckless from time to time," Kiyoomi murmurs, "but please refrain from jumping around on our bed."

"No promises Omi," Atsumu says, smile carrying over into his voice.

"You're a menace."

"But I'm 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 menace."

"Not making it better."

Atsumu closes his eyes, long past memories and imagination flashing his mind.

"Ya know what's funny."

"Mh?"

"I only noticed I was hurt when Samu looked at me and he started crying. He was completely fine, just fell on the fluffy piece of carpet underneath without a scratch, but he was the one crying."

Kiyoomi huffs. "Reasonable reaction, if you ask me."

"Yeah, yeah," Atsumu says, turning around in Kiyoomi's arms to place his head onto his chest instead.

Others might find it unsettling, but in Atsumu's eyes only few things are as calming as the feeling of Kiyoomi's heartbeat.

"I'm careful Omi, don't worry."

Strong arms find their way around his upper body, keeping him close without ever making him feel bound or cornered.

"I'll always worry about you, silly."

Atsumu smiles against his chest, against the heartbeat that means the world to him.

// happy skts week, i'm glad that i managed to at least write a tiny little something for one day of this week