Thread by @kiyoosmoles

#sktsweek2023 @sktsweek | Day 6: Alternate sport + "Look at me. Keep your eyes on me." | hurt-ish/comfort, fluff, just hinted nsfw (at the very end)

Kiyoomi heaves out a sigh as he looks around once again.
He knows his mind should laser focused on the performance he's gonna +

+ give soon, his brain should be going over and over repeating his whole program so he doesn't fuck up, not this time.

"It wasn't your fault last time either" his inner voice supplies, sounding very little like his own and a lot like the voice he wishes he could be hearing +

+ supporting him right now.
But there's no trace of that voice, no presence of the owner, and Kiyoomi's mind is starting to reel.
He knows he's not to blame, the tension he feels is a rightful one, given that this is gonna be his grand comeback on ice after the injury.

Doesn't matter if he's a seasoned ice skater, nor if he's still the one that owns the record of major prizes won, right now he feels like this is his first competition of his life.

The only difference is that this time he doesn't have a specific person next to him, despite +

+ how he promised to be there, no matter what, no matter if he had a game prior to Kiyoomi's competition.

He sighs again, giving up on the bare chance of said someone appearing next to him, and starts warming up, seen that he's on after the skater that just stepped on the ice.

He does his best to ignore the anxiety creeping up on him, settling in his veins and making him feel suffocating in his costume - which is tight already as it is, making his perfect physique real clear to see.

He's antsy by the time the previous skater is done and he feels +

+ on the verge of throwing up as his name gets called next.
He slowly removes the skate guards from the blades, only looking back as he puts one foot first on the ice, heaving out a last sigh before he's fully stepping on the ice rink.

He doesn't have the time to skate forward though, as a voice cuts through every noise buzzing in the stadium's section for the ice skating competition.
"Omi! Omi, wait!"

And oh boy, Kiyoomi has never whipped his head faster towards the voice, finally feeling a relieved breath +

+ coming out of himself, the risk of suffocating gone just by looking at him, Miya Atsumu, running toward the border of the rink.
The blonde looks like he's run miles, shoes barely laced and hair still sticking to his head because of the sweat caused by the helmet.

The rest of the full gear is still on, and Kiyoomi can't find in him to be disgusted by the sweat when he turns and rushes to kiss his boyfriend deeply, hungry like he's a starved man.

If he cared a bit more right now, he'd notice the surprised looks and cheers and rumors +

+ everyone around them erupted in.
If he cared a bit more, he'd remember that even though they've been dating since they were high schoolers, they had surprisingly enough - standing by what their closest friends, the ones that knew, said - managed to keep their relationship a +

+ secret from the the curious eyes of the whole world, from the gossipers and the paparazzi and news outlet.
But he doesn't care one bit.
Not when Atsumu managed to be there, like he's always been, next to him at every competition, under the guise of his best friend +

+ in the ice sport environment - just a viceversa to Kiyoomi being there at Atsumu's hockey games.
Not when Atsumu is there to remind him who keeps him grounded, who went through all the injury and recovery ordeal with him, when Kiyoomi was at his lowest and worst.

Kiyoomi doesn't care one bit except for Atsumu, his lucky charm, his one and only and his forever by the end of the night, as he swore secretly to himself in case of victory - but as he kisses him he decides he will do it anyway, no matter how the competition ends.

"You did it…"
"I promised ya, didn't I?"
"Yes but… I didn't see you and I thought…"
"That I wasn't coming? Naaah Omi Omi, I will always be cheering for ya, y'know it. Guess from now on I won't even have to use the best friend excuse anymore, eh?"

Kiyoomi laughs for the first time in a full tense day, as he realizes what Atsumu means.
"Yeah, yeah I guess so"
"It doesn't bother you? That the world knows?"
"No, not really. It never did, actually, I just wanted to keep you all to myself, that was all"

"You still do, though. You know I've only ever been yours"

Kiyoomi's smile is blinding at that - matching Atsumu's one - and if it wasn't for the stadium shock wearing off and his name finally getting called again, he would definitely stay there, and bask in the happiness he's +

+ feeling again, for the rest of the night.

"Look at me. Keep your eyes on me. I'm going to skate for you tonight" he eventually says, giving a last peck to his boyfriend before turning to step on the ice rink, a newfound energy reverberating all throughout him.

He doesn't catch Atsumu's smile widening as he murmurs out a "I've never looked at anyone else, and I never will" as he skates, laser focused on bringing home the best performance for the love of his life and for himself too.

Nevertheless of that he knows Atsumu's looking, attentive as he always is.

That night, eventually, ends up being the most successful of his life, if the gold medal around his neck and the even golder ring that shines wrapped around his golden boy is anything to go by.

And they can't help but chuckle, as they read the news the morning after, both their hockey and skating wins featured in little columns as the center of the page is occupied by a picture of Kiyoomi on one knee and Atsumu crying as he lets Kiyoomi slip the ring on.

Kiyoomi laughs louder though, as Atsumu whines in their hotel bed about how ugly the pic is, and kisses him sweetly before he whispers right against his fiancè's lips.
"I'll disagree on that. You're the most beautiful ever, Atsumu. You're my real gold medal."

[“Ice skater champion Sakusa Kiyoomi - or soon to be Miya Kiyoomi - snatches off the market hockey star Miya Atsumu in the middle of the ice rink after the most flawless performance of his life! A return in grand style.”]

That's the title of the article brightly lightening up their phone screens, even after the phones are long forgotten in lieu of deserved bed activities celebrations.

/fin

Silly lil thingie i had in my wips for this week even tho a bit late but !! Enjoy eheh 🌸