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#saukatsu pregnant Omi part 13
“Are you a v league player too?”
“The same team?”
“What position do you play?”
“How long have you been playing professionally?”
“How old are you?”
“Did you ever go to nationals in high school?”

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The rapid fire questions are slightly overwhelming but volleyball is something that Atsumu can talk about all day.
“Yeah, I went to nationals every year,” he says.
“Wait, if you’re from Hyogo, did you go to Inarizaki?” Kiyoomi’s mother asks suddenly.
“Sure did.”

“Then you’re the team Kiyoomi and his team crushed to win nationals in his second year,” she says.
“I wouldn’t say crushed…”
“We beat you in four sets,” Kiyoomi chimes in.
“Fine, but we won spring nationals my third year when yer team couldn’t rely on Iizuna to set for ya.”

“We still beat Karasuno, that team that knocked you out in the second round our second year.”
“Who we then beat in our third year! They were a tricky team!”
Kiyoomi shrugs.
“For you maybe, we never lost to them.”
Atsumu wants to throw his napkin at Kiyoomi, and would have if his—

—parents hadn’t been there.
Kiyoomi’s father snorts, though, and Atsumu realised that this is as close to a laugh as he’s going to get from the guy.
“And where do you live, Atsumu-san?” Kiyoomis mother asks, firmly putting them back on track for the interrogation.
“Uh, in the—

—MSBY share house.”
Generally Atsumu feels like his decision to rent with his job is a good idea; he saves money, it’s close to his work, and he gets to bother his teammates.
But right now, talking to the parents of his… baby mama? saying that makes him feel like a loser.

However, the repulsed and disgusted looks he was expecting don’t materialise. Instead Kiyoomi’s parents focus their attention on their son.
“Sweetheart, please tell me you aren’t still in the dorm.”
“You can’t raise a child in a dorm room. And even if you had the space you’d—

—ruin your relationship with your teammates from the child’s crying.”
“You know that your aunt has a few two and three bedroom apartments in Osaka, and she’d be happy to rent one to you at a reduced rate.”
Kiyoomi wilts in his seat.
“I’ve been looking at apartments…” he mumbles.

“Just you?” His mother pries.
Oh.
Uhoh.
They hadn’t discussed anything about living arrangements, present or future, so Atsumu has no idea how to answer this question and it doesn’t look like Kiyoomi does either.

“It’s complicated,” kiyoomi says, in what has to be the least convincing way to end the conversation.
“You’ll want help when the baby arrives, even if the two of you don’t live together—”
“I’m going to start interviewing nannies!”
“You don’t want your baby’s father to be close—

—and bond with them too? That only happens if they take a caretaker role.”
Kiyoomi looks like he wants to bang his head into the table.
“You do want to be involved, don’t you, Atsumu-san?” Kiyoomi’s father presses.
Now that is a question Atsumu can answer with confidence.

“Yeah, of course. ‘M lookin’ forward to bein’ a dad, I just don’t wanna step on Omi’s toes. He’s gotta carry and deliver the kid.”
Atsumu hasn’t told his own mother yet, but he’s fully aware of the slipper to the head he’d get if he tried to impose on the mother of his child.

“Well, if the two of you aren’t ready to move in together, you should take a three bedroom and Atsumu can have his own room at the apartment.”
Kiyoomi looks like he wants to argue, but Atsumu can see the fight leave him.
Once Kiyoomi acquiesces to his parents demands, they seem—

—content to move on to other topics.
Since the two of them are staying in Tokyo for the night, Kiyoomi’s parents somehow persuade them to attend some party that a cousin is throwing over lunch the next day.
Then they’re strong armed into going back to the Sakusas’ home so that—

—kiyoomi can look at his aunt’s apartments and show his mother his plans for the birth announcement.
Atsumu is left in an unreasonably extravagant lounge with Kiyoomi’s father.

“Atsumu?” Kiyoomi’s father asks, holding out an ornate metal tin. Inside are some classy looking cigars. “I know you’re an athlete but one celebratory cigar won’t hurt, surely?”
Atsumu feels compelled to take one and then he’s herded out onto a balcony.
“This is my first—

—grandchild,” he says to Atsumu. “I wasn’t sure we’d get any, Kiyoomi’s older siblings are married to their jobs. I thought he’d be the same way.”
Atsumu nods, although he’s heard very little about Kiyoomi’s brother and sister.
“Omi wants ta be a parent, so he’ll find a way ta—

—be the best one possible.”
What Kiyoomi wants, Kiyoomi gets. That’s something that Atsumu has always known, the guy puts his everything into his goals.
Itachiyama’s banner had said ‘Effort’ after all.

“He seems to have picked a good partner too.”
Atsumu somehow chokes on the cigar smoke in his mouth.
“Yeah?” He says after he regains his composure.
“I sense Kiyoomi might not have noticed, but I see the way you look at him.” Kiyoomi’s father is looking at Atsumu in a way that—

—makes his feel uncomfortably perceived. “I know when an alpha is in love, after all.”
“Yeah, well,” Atsumu takes another cigar puff to buy himself some time to think. “Omi’s pretty amazin’, wouldn’t find a guy like him anywhere else.”

Kiyoomi’s father regards him in a way that makes Atsumu want to jump of the balcony.
He takes another puff and decides that cigars exist to fill awkward silences.
“I’m glad Kiyoomi found you.”
That was not what Atsumu had been expecting to hear.
“You’re much better than the—

—previous guy. I’d thought Kiyoomi had sworn off relationships after him.”
“The previous guy?” Atsumu can’t help but ask. Kiyoomi is a private person and the possibility of knowing some of his secrets is irresistible.
Also Atsumu feels primally compelled to compare himself to—

—this other, mysterious, alpha so that he’s sure he’s a better mate for Kiyoomi.
Even if Kiyoomi isn’t really looking for a mate at all.
His father is right; he has sworn off relationships, he just wanted Atsumu’s jizz.
“Saito? Or Sato? Something like that, I can’t remember.—

—But he was some finance student at Kiyoomi’s university and wanted a housewife. You can imagine how well that went.”
Atsumu laughs. Because while Kiyoomi definitely keeps his space clean, the idea of him giving up volleyball for anything is ridiculous.
Even the baby he schemed—

—for is carefully worked around the V League schedule.
“They only broke up because he threw out Kiyoomi’s offer from the Adlers.”
“What.”
“He missed his opportunity to accept so he took the Black Jackals instead.”
Atsumu doesn’t know whether he wants to punch this guy or kiss—

—him.
Atsumu is enraged that anyone would try to take volleyball away from Omi but at the same time…
If that prick hadn’t fumbled his relationship with Kiyoomi, Atsumu wouldn’t have got to play with him. Or sleep with. Or have a baby with.

“‘M glad that guy’s gone.”
That’s an understatement but Atsumu thinks he probably shouldn’t swear in front of Kiyoomi’s father.
“Me too.”
“‘M not sure Omi’s all that keen on me though,” Atsumu blurts out. He does need to temper expectations for when the two of them ‘break up’.

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