Thread by @calliaurite

#SakuAtsuWeek2023 @sktsweek | day 4, “Why are you blushing?” | compression gear kiyoomi!!
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Atsumu thinks he might be losing his mind.

He could barely handle the compression shirt and shorts when they made their appearance. +

So, when Kiyoomi walks into the gym with new compression sleeves and kneepads, Atsumu nearly bursts into flames.

Kiyoomi goes against all the stereotypes in the book: The less skin he shows, the higher his sex appeal gets and Atsumu finds him so attractive that it’s maddening.

Whenever Kiyoomi raises his shirt to wipe his sweat, Atsumu fights the urge to reach out and trace the lines of his abs visible through the tight fabric.

With every spike, Atsumu is taunted by the sliver of Kiyoomi’s biceps that shows through gap of his shirt and sleeve.

And Kiyoomi’s thighs — god, his thighs are a whole other problem.

There’s this bit of skin that bulges out over the top of the fabric that drives Atsumu absolutely insane. The image alone fills Atsumu’s head with all kinds of thoughts — most of them unholy.

He wants to wrap his fingers around Kiyoomi’s thighs, wants to leave marks, wants to sink his teeth into-

Yup, he’s definitely losing his mind.

He’s been playing like absolute shit today, missing serves and flopping sets, and it’s obvious to everyone that something’s off.

His teammates are throwing him the dirtiest glances and coach foster has been glaring at him from the sidelines for over an hour. But it’s not his fault, it’s Kiyoomi’s!

When practice finally ends, Atsumu is deceived into thinking that his torment for the day has ended.

Unfortunately, Kiyoomi approaches him as he’s doing his cool-down stretches.

“Can I pair up with you today Atsumu? I need help stretching my back.”

And because Atsumu is an idiot who can’t say no when he really should, he agrees.

Atsumu is well aware that Kiyoomi’s a flexible guy. But having him in such close proximity doing all kinds of front, side and back bends is excruciating.

For twenty minutes, Atsumu tries not to combust as he lays his hands all over Kiyoomi’s covered skin, helping him stretch.

He adamantly fixes his eyes on the ceiling or the floor, looking anywhere but the man in front of him.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. He’s civilised and mature, he can do this. Matter over mind, or was it mind over matter?

“Atsumu,” Kiyoomi calls out, bringing his attention back to him.

“Yeah?”

Kiyoomi regards Atsumu with a confused look on his face. “Are you blushing?”

Atsumu is going to bury himself headfirst into the ground. He’s 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 blushing, he can feel it.

But hell if he’s ever going to admit to that.

“Hah, what’re ya talking about Omi? I’m fine!” He laughs.

“You’re really flushed though,” Kiyoomi says as he reaches a hand out, placing the back of his palm on Atsumu’s forehead. “You don’t have a fever do you?”

“No! No. I’m perfectly fine Omi, I’m not sick or anything,” Atsumu denies, tripping over his words as he speaks.

Kiyoomi frowns at Atsumu for a second before pulling his hand back and letting the topic drop.

“Well, thank you for the help Atsumu.”

“Anytime Omi!”

Atsumu waits till Kiyoomi heads for the showers before flopping onto the floor and covering his face with his hands.

He should just quit the team now, before Kiyoomi’s demonic compression gear causes him to do something stupid like sleep with him or ask for his hand in marriage.

Before he can spiral further into distress though, he’s pulled out by the sound of muffled whispering around him.

“Tsum-tsum is really red, do you think he’s actually sick?”

“He better not be, we have a game next week.”

“Sakusa was beside him when it happened. Maybe they’re having one of their weird arguments again.”

“You’re right! He barely tossed to Sakusa today.”

Confused, Atsumu cracks his eyes open to see what’s going on.

He finds himself face to face with his teammates standing around him, all of them staring down with concerned looks on their faces.

“What the hell, y’all scared the shit outta me! What do ya want?” Atsumu yells.

“Nothing, we just wanted to check on you,” Hinata says.

“Yeah! We’re worried because your sets sucked today,” Bokuto adds on.

“Thanks Bo,” Atsumu deadpans. “But I’m fine guys, I’m not sick.”

“It’s something else then,” Meian hums. “Are you and Sakusa not getting along? Did he do anything?”

“Omi didn’t do anything! Well he did, but it’s not really his fault-”

“Oh not this again. I’ll pair up with Sakusa for stretching tomorrow,” Inunaki offers with a sigh.

“Huh?” What is Inunaki talking about? Atsumu doesn’t want Kiyoomi to stretch with anyone else.

“I volunteer to practice spikes with Sakusa!” Bokuto says with a big grin.

Atsumu has always paired up with Sakusa, so the idea of Bokuto taking his place just feels wrong. “No-”

“I’ll ask the coach to separate you guys for the next few days so you can cool off,” Meian suggests.

Foster, who’s standing off to the side, nods his head in agreement.

Atsumu sits on the floor dumbfounded as he gawks at his teammates.

He can’t let this happen, can’t let all the progress he’s made to get closer to Kiyoomi be ruined by his meddling teammates.

“I don’t want that!” Atsumu yells, stunning everyone into silence. “I don’t want anyone to do anything, alright? Omi and I are fine.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to lie to us Atsumu,” Meian says.

“I’m not lying!” Atsumu exclaims, exasperated.

“But you barely looked or talked to him today,” Bokuto comments. The whole team nods, echoing his sentiment.

And well, Atsumu’s had enough.

“It’s because I like him! Okay? I really, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 like him. It’s those stupid fucking compression sleeves. I can’t help that every time I look at him, this happens,” Atsumu says as he gestures to his tomato-red face. “I just don’t understand why he has to wear them-”

Just then, the door to the gym creaks opens, the sound causing Atsumu to startle.

When he, along with the rest of the team, turns his head towards the source of the sound, he sees Kiyoomi stepping back into the gym.

He’s done showering now and changed into his casual clothes (thank god the compression gear is gone).

“Why did no one else come into the shower? Was there a team meeting I missed?” Kiyoomi asks as he squints at the team, all of them still gathered around Atsumu.

“Nope! We were just cleaning up.”

“We’re helping Atsumu stretch.”

“We were talking about dinner.”

“We’re getting some extra practice in.”

Atsumu winces when he hears them blurt out all their excuses at the same time. This team is terrible at getting their story straight.

Kiyoomi gives them a weird look as he walks past and heads out the main exit of the gym, mumbling to himself about how he should have joined the Adlers when he had the chance too.

The second the doors shut behind him, the team erupts into chaos.

“Oh my god I can’t believe I was right!”

“His compression sleeves? Are you serious?”

“I knew he had a crush on Sakusa!”

“Does this mean I lost the bet?”

“What bet?” Atsumu asks with a frown.

“Uh nothing.”

Atsumu feels his cheeks heating up again, this time from embarrassment. Had he been that obvious?

Off to the side, coach Foster has a palm over his face as he shakes his head.

“Refusing to look at Sakusa won’t solve your problem Miya.

Just tell him that you like him,” he sighs before walking away.

Atsumu blinks owlishly, mortified by the fact that his coach, of all people, just gave him relationship advice.

“Well what are you waiting for?” Bokuto asks. “Go tell him how you feel!”

“Are ya crazy? What if he rejects me!” Atsumu counters.

“He won’t,” Barnes deadpans.

“Ya don’t know that.”

“Oh! Just ask him to be your date to the v league end of season party!” Hinata suggests excitedly.

The rest of the team nod in agreement, and Atsumu is doubtful.

But somewhere in there, he sees hope and grabs onto it like a lifeline. “Do y’all think he’ll say yes?”

“Just grow some balls and go ask him already,” Inunaki says as he helps Atsumu up and points towards the main exit of the gym.

With a final push (literally) from his teammates, Atsumu makes run for it, hoping that Kiyoomi hasn’t gotten too far yet. As luck may have it, he catches Kiyoomi right before he gets into his car

“Omi!” Atsumu calls out, still sweaty and panting.

Kiyoomi looks up at the sound of his name, eyes widening when he sees Atsumu. He lifts his hands off the handle of his car door and tucks it into the pocket of his coat.

“What is it Atsumu?”

Deep breath in, deep breath out. Here goes nothing.

“Do ya wanna go to the v league party together?” He asks.

It comes out more hesitant than he’d like, his voice shaky and soft. He wonders if Kiyoomi even heard him, or if his question was lost to the roar of the evening wind.

But then a second passes and the smallest of smiles finds it’s way onto Kiyoomi’s face

“Are you asking me to be your date?”

“Yeah, I am,” Atsumu breathes.

“Alright.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yes Atsumu, I’ll be your date to the party,” Kiyoomi says as he opens the door to his car and slides into the driver seat.

Right before he leaves though, he rolls down the window and sticks his head out. “You should wear your maroon suit, you look good in it.”

A part of Atsumu wants to tell Kiyoomi to wear his compression sleeves and kneepads under his suit (in case he gets lucky) but he manages to hold his tongue before he blurts it out.

“Gotcha Omi,” is what he says instead.

And then Kiyoomi is driving away, leaving Atsumu starstruck and reeling.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. Kiyoomi said yes.

Atsumu has a stupid wide smile on his face as he laughs to an empty carpark. It feels like months—years—of stress has been lifted off his chest.

Anticipation bubbles in his chest, travelling all the way down to his stomach and then to his hands that are already reaching for his phone.

He has a suit to dig out from his closet and a dry cleaners to call.

/end

(i bet kiyoomi is smirking to himself as he looks at atsumu through his rear view mirror, giving himself a pat on the back for his compression sleeve masterplan.)

hi! this thread is so messy and the ending was kinda abrupt and i thought i would talk about kiyoomi’s compression sleeves more? but this thread really just took off on its own.

anyway thank you for reading!! i really appreciate it.

and i’ve said it before but i’ll say it again, my day 1 to 5 sktsweek threads are kind of linked so if you’re interested, here’s day 1!!

https://twitter.com/calliaurite/status/1620196530719268867

FINAL ONE day 5 here!!!

https://twitter.com/calliaurite/status/1622099301970153473