Thread by @merykristmas2

#SakuAtsuWeek2023
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Day 7 – Fake Dating + “I wouldn’t want anyone else”

“I think we should break up.” The guy says.

And Kiyoomi honest to god has to forcibly stop the confused: ‘We were dating?’ slipping out of his mouth.

“How could ya not know ya were dating?” Atsumu asks, later that night. “I know ya ain’t the sharpest but this is a whole another level Omi.”

“Shut up.” It’s not like he was too dumb to notice, he just didn’t think they were official.

“We fucked a couple times and met for dinner once, how was I supposed to know we were dating?”

Focusing on his veggies in a pan, Atsumu shakes his head, but Kiyoomi sees his little smile all the same.

“Yer really somethin’ Omi.”

He doesn’t even want to ask what that’s supposed to mean.

“If ya didn’t even know ya were datin’, why are ya whinin’ about him in my kitchen?”

“Because now I look like I got dumped by a moron, what does that make me?”

“An even bigger moron.”

“You’re not helping.”

“I’m not tryin’ ta be.”

Atsumu doesn’t even cower at the deadly stare he gets anymore. Sakusa knew he should never have gotten so close to the blond,

look at him, he lost all his power.

“It’s not funny.” Sakusa halfheartedly scolds. “He told everybody in our class he broke up with me, now they all look at me like, like—“

He’d rather not say it, and he’s grateful when Atsumu doesn’t finish the sentence for him.

“Omi.” He turns away from the stove when he understands Sakusa’s actually genuinely bothered by this. “It’s fine, just tell people yer seeing someone else or something, they’ll see ya moved on and didn’t care about the scrub.”

“Yeah right.” Sakusa scoffs.

Everybody knew Kiyoomi was pretty much antisocial. “Like who?”

Atsumu averts his eyes as he shrugs. Strange.

“I dunno.” He mumbles. “Me?”

Kiyoomi very nearly falls off his stool.

Atsumu Miya, as in the guy he has been in love with for the past few months, was ready to pretend to be his boyfriend?

Sakusa never lied to himself, he knows the only reason he let Atsumu wiggle his way into his life was because of how helpless he is around the blond.

But when they met, Miya had a girlfriend and when they broke up, Kiyoomi did attempt some poor flirting, but either he got gently rejected or Atsumu was oblivious to it all.

Considering how ridiculous Kiyoomi was about it all,

he knew Atsumu /had/ to be aware of his feelings though.

“Y-you—“ Atsumu is back to his pan, eyes down while Kiyoomi stutters. “You’d do that?”

“Yeah.” Another awkward shrug. “Of course I’d do it. Fer ya.”

Before he can blush, Kiyoomi has something to clear.

“A—“ Here goes nothing. “Aren’t you straight?”

Sakusa has rarely felt as stupid as he does when Atsumu blinks at him right this moment.

“What?” The blond asks, very slowly, almost as if he’s giving Kiyoomi another chance.

“I just—“ Yeah no, not worth it. “Never mind. Anyway, I-I’ll think about it. Thanks.”

The blond doesn’t respond, he goes back to his cooking with a little frown on his face instead.

Odd.

-

The next day they’re studying in the library, quietly quizzing each other,

when Sakusa suddenly tenses up next to him. Omi was always somewhat tense, but his knuckles just turned white around his pen.

“What’s wrong?” Atsumu asks, turning around to try and see what caught Kiyoomi’s attention in his back.

Oh. Kiyoomi’s ex.

Or more like, ex-sexfriend?

Whatever, Atsumu never liked him anyway.

Kiyoomi is cursing under his breath and Atsumu recognizes a few people from his economy class along with the man.

Now, they hadn’t talked more about the whole fake-boyfriend thing, but to be honest Atsumu feels a little selfish today.

He hates the look of shame on Omi’s face right now, noticed the nervous biting off his cheek— and Atsumu kind of really wants an excuse to get closer to Kiyoomi.

He’s been trying for the past few months,

but it’s like every time he attempts something, it goes right over Kiyoomi’s pretty curls.

This is his chance.

Turning in his chair so he’s facing Kiyoomi next to him, he lifts a cautious hand to gently push a few strands of hair back.

Kiyoomi goes /rigid/ at the touch and Atsumu freezes with his fingers grazing his temple.

“What are you doing?” Sakusa lowly asks, he sounds freak out but Atsumu doesn’t know if it’s the good kind yet.

Knowing Kiyoomi though, he’d have slapped Atsumu’s hand (or maybe even face) already if he didn’t like it.

“They’re looking.” He whispers back. “Do ya want me to stop?”

“No.” He immediately answers.

Atsumu grins before he can reel it in.

He moves to cup Kiyoomi’s cheek next, fingers careful, and delights in the blush appearing under his touch.

Ah. Kiyoomi’s ex never made him blush like that.

When Kiyoomi gathers enough strength,

he glances at Atsumu and the blond stops lovingly staring at the red tint to offer his friend a little smile.

Sakusa starts to mirror the smitten smile but then he seems to snap out of it, shaking his head, making Atsumu’s hand fall in the process.

Oh no.

“Wait, I don’t—“

Kiyoomi doesn’t need to finish his aborted phrase. ‘I don’t want people thinking I’m dating /you/‘, is surely what he wants to say.

“Sorry Omi, I just thought— I’m sorry I made ya uncomfortablee—“

Sakusa’s scoff cuts him off,

and the dryness of it weirdly reassures Atsumu. That was good old Kiyoomi.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not uncomfortable.”

“Ya all red.”

“It’s— That’s cause it’s cold.”

“It’s— That’s cause it’s cold.”

“It’s June and we’re inside—“

“/Anyway./”

Atsumu bites his lips not to add more, the blush is spreading, this is /amazing/.

“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable Miya, it’s just that…” Hanging his head down, Kiyoomi plays with his pen. “I don’t want it like this.”

Yeah, he doesn’t want it with him.

“Well,” That was fine, Atsumu gulps. “I’m sure I could ask one of my friends, Oikawa might be up for it, he’s always doin’ dumb shit—“

“What are you talking about?” Kiyoomi snaps, and now Atsumu’s lost. “I wouldn’t want anybody else.”

Okay, now he’s lost and his heart is in his throat. “I’m grateful you’re ready to help me, really, but I don’t want it like that.”

Frustrated with his own hope, Atsumu sighs. “What the hell do ya mean?”

“I mean that if we’re finally dating, I want it to be real.”

What?

He must have said it out loud, because Kiyoomi keeps talking.

“I know you’ve rejected me before, but I’m getting real mixed signals from you right now, why would you help me—“

“Wait, wait, wait.” Atsumu cuts him off, voice rising in the calm library. “I didn’t reject ya, /ya/ rejected /me/.”

Kiyoomi gapes at him, silent for a second.

“I did /not/.”

“Yes ya fucking did.” Several people are staring now. “When I asked ya to come to the restaurant with me last month and—“

“You picked a /disgusting/ place , Miya, I’m never setting foot in that place.”

“Okay, /fine/.” It was kinda dirty.

“What about that time I asked ya out to the movies and ya said no?”

“Because ya wanted to go watch a horror movie and I /hate/ those?”

“But—“

“Stop trying to find excuses.” Kiyoomi rolls his beautiful eyes. “Why would I ever reject you, I’ve been in love with you for months.”

Well. For the first time in his life, Atsumu has no come back.

But apparently Kiyoomi’s ex a few tables over has one: “What the /fuck/?”

//fin
Just realized this might not technically be fake dating but?? Idk, sorry <3 Also I made them EXTRA dumb for this one 😌