Thread by @squidlywhiplash

#SakuAtsuWeek2023 “are you jealous?”

Miya Atsumu was a touchy man. He’d been that way before he and Kiyoomi had started dating (which was fine) but he also was after (not so cool.)

Kiyoomi tried not to let it bother him, he really did because Atsumu’s love of people was something obviously important to him, but it was to the point that he was touching their teammates more than him.

Casual hand holding with Hinata, because even though they were both dating other people, they just seemed to enjoy it.

Frequent hugs with Bokuto.

Standing close to Meian, so much so that their shoulders brushed together.

Constant high fives with everyone, except Kiyoomi.

When they were home together– not that they lived together yet, Kiyoomi just considered quiet alone time with his boyfriend to be his happy place, his home– Atsumu was plenty touchy.

(yes, he was a secret sap)

Cuddling close on the couch, ankles locked under the dinner table, early morning slow sex, lingering touches in the bath.

It was the kind of relationship that Kiyoomi had always wanted.

Atsumu was careful of Kiyoomi’s…particularites.

Making sure that he came over freshly showered, willing to change into clean clothes that had never touched the outside world when Kiyoomi asked, and becoming an obsessive hand washer

Considerate, attentive, hot. Three big wins in Kiyoomi’s opinion. So why was he being nitpicky.

Why was the glaring at his teammates when they did nothing wrong?

Why did he give Atsumu a wide berth at practice, only to secretly wish that he’d hover closer?

It was like being a needy teenager all over again.

Don’t look at me! (Please only look at me)

I’m fine. (Definitely not, give me attention)

I’m not jealous, be yourself. (I want to keep you to myself)

On and on, until he walked into the crowded bar, already stressed from all the people but wanting to spend time with his boyfriend, and seeing said boyfriend

in Bokuto Koutarou’s lap.

Nice and casual, just making use of the limited space as best as they could.

Really, they were being appropriate, all things considered. Bokuto’s hands were waving about as he talked, never once settling on any part of Atsumu’s body.

Atsumu was sitting more towards his knees, so there was no risk of ass to crotch and it was clear that they were each having their own conversations.

…

Kiyoomi hated it.

Hated it so much that he was pushing through people without thinking about how many different bodies touched his own. He just needed to get to Atsumu. Like, now.

Atsumu saw him coming mere seconds before Kiyoomi reached him, face light up with the same smile he got every time Kiyoomi walked into a room.

That look melted a little bit of the bitter jealousy burning in his chest, but not enough.

Different variations of “hey Sakusa,” rang out as the team greeted him, but Kiyoomi barely managed a grunt in response as he pulled Atsumu up by his wrist.

There was a space on the nearest wall, and Kiyoomi knew that the space had been left for him.

All these people, the limited space, and Atsumu had still made sure that there would be a clear space for him, protected from bumps by nearby strangers carved out just for him.

Now, Kiyoomi would make use of that space for both of them. Just for them.

Kiyoomi leaned his back into the wall, pulling Atsumu into him– back to front– with possessive arms around his waist.

Then, because Atsumu had been so dead set on having a seat, he bent a knee under Atsumu’s ass tugging him down until Atsumu rested some of his weight there.

“If you want a seat Atsumu, you come to me. If you want /anything/ you come to me, okay?”

Atsumu huffed out a laugh, tilting his head so that he could kiss Kiyoomi’s jaw affectionately, “What’s with all the manhandin’, huh? Ya jealous Omi?”

Kiyoomi looked out in the crowd, making hard eye contact with anyone who dared to look their way.

Yes, it was good that they knew who Atsumu belonged to, but that didn’t mean he appreciated them looking.

Atsumu inhaled, “ya /are/ jealous,” he said, sounding surprised.

Kiyoomi decided in that moment to be honest. He was already showing his buried possessive side. What was a little honesty?

“Yes.”

Atsumu leaned into him more fully, looking up at Kiyomi’s face as he asked, “why?”

Kiyoomi’s knee jerk instinct was to shrug, say I don’t know, make something up, but instead, “You’re more touchy with other people than you are with me. I know you enjoy physical touch with the people you’re closest to, but we only share intimacy behind closed doors and I….”

He what? Didn’t like it? Well that was a duh but it sounded so childish.

Felt left out? That wasn’t really right.

Missed Atsumu even when they were in the same room? Maybe.

To avoid anything else embarrassing, Kiyoomi lowered his face into Atsumu’s neck,

praying that he wouldn’t start blushing, and he kept it there even as Atsumu tried to get him to look at him.

“Omi….Omi c’mn now, I’m gonna say somethin’ important,” Atsumu said, nudging at Kiyoomi’s forehead in an effort to get him to move.

But Kiyoomi stayed resolutely put, fighting the urge to nibble at Atsumu’s warm skin and district him from this whole conversation.

“Look, only reason I don’t touch ya like everyone else at practice and stuff is cause I know how ya are about germs. I didn’t want to make ya uncomfortable or put my needs over yers so I gave ya the space I thought ya needed.”

Ah, well, that was really thoughtful wasn’t it?

Shit, Kiyoomi was so lucky.

So lucky that he squeezed Atsumu extra tight for a few seconds, just to work out the extra wave of affection.

“I don’t need space when it’s you,” Kiyoomi mumbled, voice muffled because of his hidden face.

“What?”

“I don’t need space when it’s you,” Kiyoomi repeated. His mind had decided long ago that Atsumu was just a general safe space. There was nothing /gross/ or germy about him (according to Kiyoomi’s brain) so therefore he could do what he wanted, and Kiyoomi would never shy away.

“What?”

/Come on/

Kiyoomi came out of his little hiding space to repeat himself, only to have a kiss stolen from his lips.

“There ya are. Thought you’d never come out,” Atsumu teased.

Great, now he was definitely blushing.

Enamored by his cute boyfriend even in this social hellscape of a room.

“Shut up, Miya,”

“Oh no, ya can’t start up with the ‘Miya’ thing just cause ya were vulnerable there for a second,”

“What, you going to stop me?” Kiyoomi asked, challenging (hoping for kisses)

“Mmm, I could think of a way,” Atsumu said, leaning in

Until an empty water bottle smacked into the back of his blond hair.

“Quit flirting in public you two, this is a /team/ bondin’ activity!” Meian scolded.

Atsumu’s head whipped in his direction, “I’ll have ya know that were havin’ a very important conversation right now.”

Meian was ready with a rebuttal, but Kiyoomi was faster.

“Team bonding? You mean drinking at the same location until one or more of you gets sloppy right?”

Yeah, that was a dig Mr. ‘I’m a big bad captain even though I definitely cried over my ex the last time we came out’

Kiyoomi wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for Atsumu, he could just leave them be until the inevitable shots started rolling in.

"Sakusa..." Meian warned,

but they both knew there was no real threat, all while the other members just laughed.

Unfortunately, Meian’s reminder that they weren't in fact the only two people in this bar was enough for Atsumu to lean back into his chest rather than pick up where they’d left off.

Still, Atsumu stayed in his arms, or in his lap, or leaned into his side for the rest of the night

Plus, he still got plenty of kisses when they made it home

So it was still a damn good night.