Thread by @calliaurite

#SakuAtsuWeek2023 @sktsweek | day 5, intimacy, “are you jealous?”

Kiyoomi loses count of how many drinks he’s had as he watches Atsumu dance beside men and women at the V League end of season party.

Everyone’s eyes have been glued to him all night+

but how could they not, when he appears so electric under neon purple lights?

He mouths the lyrics to a pop song Kiyoomi isn’t familiar with, swaying his hips to the rhythm and nodding his head to the beat.

Atsumu looks good when he’s dancing. Too good.

Kiyoomi shouldn’t have told Atsumu to wear his maroon suit. He should’ve told him to wear his uglier, too-big-on-the-shoulders black suit.

But he doubts that would do much in preventing people from looking at Atsumu.

Kiyoomi takes another sip of his umeshu and frowns when it tastes more sour than sweet.

“You did this to yourself,” Motoya muses from beside him.

“I know,” Kiyoomi grits out, ignoring the amused grin on his cousins stupid face.

Kiyoomi came to the party as Atsumu’s date, which comes with the expectation that they’d stick together throughout the night.

But Kiyoomi isn’t a good dancer at all. It’s just not his thing. He’d look like an absolute embarrassment if he tried to dance beside Atsumu.

Atsumu had happily offered to stay by Kiyoomi’s side, but Kiyoomi didn’t want his reluctance to chain down a force of nature, so he insisted that Atsumu have fun without him.

It was a selfless decision, one that the selfish side of Kiyoomi is really regretting now.

When Atsumu gets approached by the captain of the women’s volleyball team, Kiyoomi decides that he can’t stay in here any longer.

He downs the rest of his drink, bids farewell to Motoya — who laughs at him because he’s a prick — and heads out of the event hall.

He’s buzzed enough to temporarily disregard cleanliness, so he walks over to the road and sits down on the curb.

Hugging his knees to his chest, he takes a deep breath before letting out a long sigh.

Despite the confidence he displays around Atsumu, he does wonders if Atsumu thinks about him often.

Kiyoomi played it so cool when Atsumu asked him to be his date to the party, but that moment was all he could think about for the next few days.

Right now though, he wonders if Atsumu even realised he’s gone.

A strong gust of wind blows by and a shudder runs down his spine. He can see his breath fogging up in front of him and he’s so fucking cold. He should’ve been smarter and worn his blazer before coming out here.

Technically, he could go back to get it, but the thought of seeing Atsumu getting hit on makes him sick. So he sits there stubbornly and braves the cold.

Before his fingertips get the chance to go numb from the chill though, he feels something being draped over him.

Whipping his head around, he sees Atsumu hovering over him, bending forward as he places his maroon blazer over Kiyoomi’s shoulders.

“I don’t need it,” Kiyoomi says. He may be freezing his ass off, but he’s still a petty bastard at heart.

“Just let me have my moment and take the jacket Omi,” Atsumu counters as he moves to sit on the curb beside Kiyoomi.

Atsumu truly is a human furnace, his presence enough to provide Kiyoomi with the warmth he craves.

“So, what are ya doing out here?” Atsumu asks, breath fogging in the cold too.

“I just needed some fresh air. What about you, don’t you have people to go dance with?”

The question comes out a little harsher than Kiyoomi intended, but if Atsumu notices, he doesn’t comment on it.

“Well, my date disappeared all of a sudden and I wanted to make sure he wasn’t dead or anything,” Atsumu shrugs.

“Very funny.”

“Glad to know ya didn’t leave me all alone in there Omi.”

“Alone? Please, you were hardly alone on the dance floor,” Kiyoomi retorts.

The words taste bitter on his tongue and he only realises what he’s said once it’s left his lips.

He glances nervously at Atsumu, only to find him with a growing smirk on his face. Kiyoomi feels like he’s see through under the sharp, gleaming gaze Atsumu pins him with.

“Are ya jealous Omi?” Atsumu asks, sounding positively exhilarated by his revelation.

Kiyoomi’s cheeks flush in embarrassment as he scowls.

“I can’t believe it, Omi-omi is jealous,” Atsumu singsongs as he hooks his arm through Kiyoomi’s before resting his head on his shoulder.

In an act of defiance, Kiyoomi tries tugging his arm away, but that only results in Atsumu clinging on harder. Atsumu trails his hand along Kiyoomi’s arm, reaches down to lace their fingers together.

“Geez, why are yer hands so fuckin’ cold?” he exclaims.

Kiyoomi’s heart takes a terminal dip as Atsumu reaches over and grabs both of his hands, holding them between his palms as he warms them up.

Atsumu could have stayed inside, could have had his fun dancing till his feet gave out.

Instead, he’s outside here in the cold, crouching by the roadside simply to make sure that Kiyoomi wasn’t alone.

“I’m sorry,” Kiyoomi whispers.

Atsumu looks up at him with a puzzled expression. “What for?”

“I’m sorry that you have to be out here with me.”

“What are ya talkin’ about Omi? Ya don’t have to apologise for that.”

“No, that’s not it,” Kiyoomi sighs. “It’s just- You made the effort to ask me out as your date to the party, but I can’t even bring myself to dance with you.“

“Oh my god, I didn’t ask ya to be my date just ‘cause I wanted to dance with ya Omi. I thought you were smarter than that.”

Atsumu laughs as he brings Kiyoomi’s hands to his lips, planting a gentle kiss on bony knuckles.

It’s never been more evident, but Kiyoomi likes Atsumu.

He’s liked him since the first time they met and Atsumu left him with a bloody nose and his Inarizaki jacket.

But plainly telling Atsumu that he likes him feels insincere, because how could three words possibly encapsulate how much Kiyoomi trusts Atsumu, more than anyone else?

Kiyoomi doesn’t know how to tell Atsumu that he wants to fall asleep by his side, only to wake up in his embrace. Or how he’ll do anything to keep Atsumu’s eyes on him (even if that means sweating his ass off in all sorts of compression gear).

“Atsumu, I…” Kiyoomi starts, only to stop when Atsumu gives his hand a tight squeeze.

“I know,” he says with a knowing grin. “Me too Omi, me too.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol in his system, or the way Atsumu’s presence is as magnetic under the moonlight as it is under neon lights.

Either way, Kiyoomi finds himself dragged into Atsumu’s orbit, helpless in the way he leans forward.

He plants a soft kiss on Atsumu’s lips. A quick one to test the waters before pulling away.

But Atsumu doesn’t let him go far.

He smiles as he places a hand on the back of Kiyoomi’s neck and pulls him back in.

When they meet in the middle, it’s not hesitant or unsure. Atsumu kisses with a blazing fervour, desperate for a taste of this kiss that’s been long overdue.

He holds onto Kiyoomi like someone he’s not willing to lose, like someone he doesn’t want to let go of.

Teeth clash, tongues tangle, and all at once, Kiyoomi feels like he’s travelled back in time.

In this moment, he feels like a drunk university student waiting outside a frat house, instead of a professional athlete sitting outside an event hall.

Two different situations, one constant denominator:

Miya Atsumu has always been there, right beside him.

When they finally pull away, it’s silent for a moment, Atsumu’s hand still resting on the back of Kiyoomi’s neck and Kiyoomi’s hand placed on Atsumu’s chest.

As they catch their breath, Kiyoomi can’t help thinking to himself about how making out is so much better than dancing.

He must have accidentally said that out loud though, because Atsumu bursts out laughing not a second later.

“Ya know what Omi? Yer right,” he gasps out between laughs. He moves forward and rests his forehead against Kiyoomi, eyes gleaming with silent promises.

“I can dance with anyone, but I’ll only ever wanna kiss you.”

And because Kiyoomi is a man who is very much in love, he surges forward once more to press his lips, stretched into a wide smile, against Atsumu’s.

/end

in my head, skts do officially become boyfriends afterwards but i didn’t know how to add it in here without disrupting the flow.

nonetheless, thank you so so so much if you stuck around or read till the end! i appreciate you so much <3

my day 1 to 5 sktsweek threads are all loosely connected and they follow a timeline! there were lots of references to day 1 thread, which you can find here if you’re interested!

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