"anyone ever tell you, you've got the prettiest eyes in the world?"
kiyoomi sported a troubled look on his face when he saw atsumu squirt water out of his nose at kiyoomi's comment.
why was he so surprised? kiyoomi wasn't lying.
"omi, what the hell? give a man some warnin' before ya go all sappy and shit!"
kiyoomi handed him a tissue, to wipe the snot on his nose.
"you look cute like that."
atsumu let out another snorting noise.
"ya because snot comin' out of my nose is adorable."
"it is to me."
"what is with ya today, omi? didya bump yer head on a wall?"
furrowing his brows, kiyoomi tried to reflect if he did have some accident this morning. but he didn't. he was perfectly fine.
"i didn't. i can't be honest now? you're the one who told me i should open up more."
"yes omi, i did. but not in the middle of my soup."
"but if i find you pretty, i'll tell you you're pretty. it's simple to me. you're the one getting flustered."
kiyoomi teased, noticing the red slowly creeping up atsumu's neck to his cheeks.
he still looked adorable.
"geez fine say whatever ya want, omi. i get it, ya love me, i love ya too... and you have the prettiest eyes for me too."
kiyoomi smiled at the complement. big enough for atsumu to see but not so much so others can tease him for it.
then he held atsumu's hand under the table.
"they do know we're in front of them, right, bokuto-san?" shoyo whispered, still staring at the two.
"i think they zoned out a couple minutes ago, hinata-kun. just eat your soup and let them be." koutarou answered, perfectly immune of how atsumu and kiyoomi flirt on the daily.
//just rambling 🥹 but i bet every msby player has witnessed this at least once and they learned to not pay them any attention anymore
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"what's with the serve miya? we're not even in an actual game." kiyoomi said loud enough for the whole huddle to hear after atsumu's serve that never crossed the net.
the whole team rolled their eyes.
/looks like they're at it again./
was the collective thought of the jackals.
"oh yeah? what's with those spikes, omi? can't see where the baselines are?" atsumu took a jab at kiyoomi's out of bound spikes, which happened thrice in one set.
"guess who set that to me, idiot."
"ya motherfu--"
"shut it!"
the two was rendered silent when foster scolded them.
atsumu was pouting though, disappointed he didn't get to say any comeback.
somebody burnt the coat pocket of hajime's suit, bokuto tried the ring on and it got stuck on his finger, osamu's running late because the fridge broke so he had to remake
every food on the menu for the day, shoyo forgot the something borrowed at home, and keiji found out the venue got double booked so they had to find another place.
the grooms have contemplated if they should push through with the occasion at all.
"i paid for this place, and this is what happens?!" tooru's outburst was heard in the corridor where a party that was not theirs was taking place.
"don't worry, we'll find something." atsumu tried to console his friend, to no avail.
the sky was tar-black and large gray clouds were moving towards the window, up to the roof,
until it was out of sight.
tree branches fighting against gusts of wind that tend to break wood, relentless tapping on the window of pitter-patter, and puddles forming by the balcony, an iridescent pool of colors emanating from it.