"atsumu-san, you're going to end up crushing your glass if you grip it any harder," hinata giggles, snapping pictures of the scene in front of him.
"shouyou-kun," atsumu squints, "do ya not see the problem? omi-omi isn't payin' attention to me!"
"he's feeding the cat," meian says for the billionth time that night.
"feed me! i wanna be fed! meow!" atsumu complains, his voice almost making their paper-thin walls shake.
bokuto attempts to cover atsumu's mouth to stop his renditions of meowing and yowling.
"why is miya... why is he meowing...?" kiyoomi returns to his living room as he cleans the leftover fur on his clothes with a lint roller.
"he's a furry!" bokuto yells, "don't judge!"
"yeah omi-san! drunk words are sober thoughts!" hinata helps back bokuto up.
kiyoomi stood there, dumbfounded.
"he's not saying a singular word. he's /meowing/, hinata,"
"same difference," hinata smiled, crooked.
meian stands up, "i think that's enough team bonding tonight, no? i think we should retire to our rooms, kids!"
"cap'n," atsumu slurs, "i can't feel m'legs,"
"that's what you get for drinking too much," kiyoomi comments.
atsumu smiles, dazed, "omi-kun!! meoww~"
kiyoomi is horrified, but before he can ask why he's acting like he's possessed by the spirit of a cat, everyone disperses from the room.
"you're just going to leave me with him? you know how's he's like when he's drunk!" kiyoomi yells, feeling unfair.
"he's your roommate, sakusa!" meian yells back from somewhere in the sharehouse.
kiyoomi takes a deep breath, "get fucked," and then he goes to help atsumu up.
"me..." he mutters, swaying side to side even with kiyoomi's help as they make their way to their room, "feed me..."
kiyoomi brushes off his sleepy-intoxicated words, lying him down on his bed.
he sighs, and goes about his night without much complications from atsumu.
until, "wan' be fed too! meow..."
the dots /finally/ connect in kiyoomi's head, and it takes everything in him not to cackle.
when morning rolls around, atsumu's head is pounding. he groans, rolling around in discomfort.
"awake?" kiyoomi asks, offering a glass of water on.
atsumu raspily hums a response, "it was bondin' night right? i feel like i went to a party... m'head feels like a drum,"
"you drank a lot," kiyoomi helps him up against the headboard.
atsumu reaches for the glass of water, but kiyoomi slaps his hand away. he picked up the glass, holding it at atsumu's mouth, "i'll feed it to you,"
"the hell's wrong with ya t'day?" atsumu flushes.
kiyoomi pulls out his phone, playing a video from hinata that he sent to him privately.
"are you jealous of coco?" kiyoomi teases, "are you jealous i paid more attention to her than you last night, hm?"
atsumu pouts, looking away from him, "if ya know, ya don't have to spell it out for me t'hear my stupidity," then he groans, "'s the fact that bo-kun and shou-kun called me a furry... i'mma shove my head into a blender,"
kiyoomi coos, "my baby's so cute... getting jealous of the cat,"
"gimme the damn water, kiyoomi," atsumu huffed.
kiyoomi shook his head, "i'll feed it to you,"
through blushing cheeks, atsumu does end up drinking the entire cup of water that kiyoomi feeds him.
later, as they're both getting ready for afternoon practice, kiyoomi feeds him a protein bar in the room. this time, atsumu doesn't complain, but he's still blushing that kiyoomi is /actually/ feeding him.
"babe," atsumu hides his face behind his hands when kiyoomi starts to wipe his lips, "'s enough, yer killin' me,"
kiyoomi smiles, before leaning in for a quick kiss. atsumu doesn't stay embarrassed for long after that.
"when are we tellin' them we're datin'?" atsumu asks him.
kiyoomi hums, "they'll figure out by themselves soon, i'm sure,"
"ya been sayin' that for almost ten months, dear," atsumu smiles, fond, "they ain't figurin' it out anytime soon,"
kiyoomi shrugged, "so be it. it's fun to see them stop you from saying things that 'could potentially expose the crush you have on me',"
"yer evil, kiyoomi. evil," atsumu pouts in his face, but all kiyoomi does is kiss him, short and sweet.
at the practice game with the raijins, kiyoomi physically pulls atsumu away from suna and komori.
"woah, what? are ye jealous i'm payin' attention to yer cousin and not you?" atsumu cheekily says.
kiyoomi knows what he's doing, so he bites the bait.
"i am, actually. you know, since you're my boyfriend and all, thought you'd pay more attention to me than my cousin,"
atsumu's a sputtering mess afterwards, but it's worth it.
even if they're crowded by their teammates in real life and spammed with messages online.
// listen, let me tell you something 😭 i wanted to make this like "oh no, atsumu's secret is out! he likes omi!" but i thought "it's more stupid (with love) to have them actually dating already when all... that. goes down" and boom 🤯 i truly feel like megamind
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#SakuAtsuWeek2023@sktsweek | day 7 ; fake dating, "i wouldn't want anyone else" ; mutual pining (if you squint)
"and you think i would say yes to this because...?" sakusa was staring at him as if he's murdered his bloodline, but atsumu just flipped him off.
"okay promise ya won't-," atsumu makes vague gestures that insinuate sakusa obliterating him or making him a pancake against the volleyball court flooring, "-punch me or whatever,"
sakusa shuts his locker, intrigued as to what atsumu has to say, "i'm listening,"
"i had a crush on ya back in highschool and i wanna do this so 'samu can get /his/ shit t'gether, fuck off 'bout /my/ love life, and go date sunarin instead," atsumu says, all in one breath.
...what?
sakusa held up a palm to atsumu's face, "repeat that one more time,"
#SakuAtsuWeek2023@sktsweek | day 6 ; rivalry, "look at me. keep your eyes on me" ; cw derealisation, descriptions of a panic attack
atsumu hasn't been feeling like himself lately. the letters on his keyboard feel distant, and the words on his screen are muddled together. he feels illiterate, not being able to read simple sentences that are presented to him.
there's a mish-mash of shapes and colours moving around him, past him, towards him. he hears himself talk, but he doesn't feel the excitement that he's supposed to.
"congratulations on first place," the voice sounds familiar, but atsumu can't place a finger on it.
he's patient when trying out a new combo with his hitters, he's patient when he's cooking, and he's patient with his pet cat that seems to hate his guts.
he could go as far as saying that he's patient with the one person he's had the pleasure of spending his entire life with, osamu.
but right now?
miya atsumu wants to punch sakusa kiyoomi in the face. and preferably break his nose. and bust his obnoxiously pretty lips open.
it goes like this: kiyoomi hates presentations, and he equally hates group assignments.
he hates the eyes that follow his every movement, he hates the whispers, he hates the attention.
so when news broke out that he'd have a group assignment /and/ a group presentation, it's really not his fault that he ended up speed-walking back to his dorm and screamed into his pillow in frustration.
foxtsu: hey, i couldn't catch you but i'm one of your groupmates.
as much as he hates, he's not a dickhead.
justarock: who gave you my username, who are you
foxtsu: komori motoya, your cousin. met him at the campus gym, i'm miya atsumu.
justarock: oh. miya. hi.
foxtsu: i created a groupchat to talk about the work, permission to add you?