Thread by @IDtsuKei

But what if #atsukurotsuki (this is the definition of rare pair I think)

It becomes a thing. Him and the blonde middle blocker from Sendai. He went out that night with plans of wooing someone blonde, and while it didn’t turn out exactly as planned, he was pleased with the

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Results. Especially when this blonde was wicked with his tongue, in more ways than one. It becomes so much of a thing, that Tsukki(he adopted the nickname he claimed to hate, Tsukishima was just too long) had stolen a few of his hoodies. So much of a thing he told his scrub of a

Brother about him, and had to deal with the nagging remarks of when he was going to make it /official./

The scariest part is he kind of wants to.

He had sworn up and down that his 20s were for being wild, he would settle down when he was old and retired, but he can’t remember

The last time he had taken someone home who wasn’t Tsukki. They have breakfast together, they cuddle all night, all signs are pointing towards a relationship, why not sign the dotted line and seal the deal?

This is why, he thinks to himself, stomach curdling. He had brought up

The idea of exclusivity offhandedly, trying to disguise it as a throw away comment but Tsukki was smart, he knew what Atsumu was doing. His words were careful, as if he was plucking through a minefield trying to reply.

‘I didn’t mean us, weirdo,’ he tried to laugh it off.

‘Atsumu,’ Tsukishima started but Atsumu stood up from his spot on the couch, heading towards Tsukishima’s kitchen.

The Black Jackals were in Sendai for a match and he had bailed on the team bonding Hinata had suggested to spend time with Tsukishima. He cursed himself for

Letting Osamu in his head, he was fine just hooking up and now he was certain he had ruined it.

‘I’m still hungry, you have real food in yer fridge?’ He asked, ignoring Tsukishima’s concerned stare. He popped the door to the fridge open, pretending to be engrossed in it’s

Contents.

‘Atsumu, I know you’re not actually looking for more food.’ Tsukishima chided from behind him, and Atsumu dug his heels in, refusing to look backwards. He shut the fridge and then started opening cupboards, loudly lamenting the lack of good snacks. When he finally

Turned around, an unimpressed Tsukishima was leaning on the counter. ‘What? I already said I didn’t mean us, don’t make it a huge thing.’

‘I think you did mean us.’

‘I think yer overthinkin’ things like normal. Besides, even if I did mean us ya made it clear your thoughts on

That.’ He snorted out a laugh. ‘’S fine, I get it. I’m not the settlin’ down type, huh.’

‘That’s not it,’ Tsukishima argued, flushing.

‘What is then?’

‘I like you Atsumu, I really do. It’s just…’ he trails off and that’s when it clicks for Atsumu.

‘There’s someone else,

Someone you like more?’ He feels sick, god of course.

‘Not more.’ Is the only thing Tsukishima can reply with.

‘Okay. Ya know, I don’t feel so great. Maybe I’m comin’ down with something. I’ll see ya later.’ He moves quickly, grabbing his jacket and sliding on his shoes as

Tsukishima tries to explain. ‘Later, okay. Can ya just give me tonight?’ He pauses by the door, gripping the frame in his hand as he looks over his shoulder to see Tsukishima, looking sadder than he had ever seen him. He nodded, sniffling, and Atsumu left.

•

If Atsumu had

Known at the time exactly who the man putting this match on was, he would’ve refused. Well, he wouldn’t have, his love for volleyball conquers all, but he would’ve said something nasty to the conman JVA employee.

He had called Tsukishima, after Hinata and Bokuto both badgered

Him into talking to him. Kuroo, it seems, wasn’t just a senpai to Tsukishima. They had a loose thing going, they were seeing each other but it wasn’t exclusive. Kuroo knew about Atsumu, and didn’t care, Tsukishima claimed. He never told Atsumu because he was under the assumption

That Atsumu was also seeing other people.

He wasn’t, but he didn’t want to admit that. Tsukishima had apologized, multiple times if he had led Atsumu to believe differently, but swore that he was genuinely interested in him. The unsaid ‘but not enough to leave Kuroo’ hung in

The air. Atsumu had said he needed time and Tsukishima had agreed. He threw himself into this special match, determined to ignore the way Tsukishima would still text him as if nothing had happened. If he looked at the messages, he might have to admit that maybe, maybe he could be

Okay with sharing.

But for now, he was demanding time and space to be petty. The match had been fine, but it was the after party that had him sulking. Kuroo was, from what he could tell from afar, the perfect match for Tsukishima. Charming, confident, quick-witted. No wonder,

He thought, that Tsukishima wouldn’t give him up for silly old Atsumu. He frowned into the drink he was nursing, contemplating.

‘Should a member of the winning team be pouting at the bar?’

Atsumu picked his head up, frown deepening when he realized who was leaning next to

Him. ‘Why do you care?’ He asked, downing his drink and signaling for another one.

‘I just figured you’d be out there celebrating your win. I didn’t take you for the moping type,’ Kuroo shrugged, grinning at the bartender who took his order.

‘Oi, I already agreed and played

In yer match. There’s no reason for-‘ he waved his hand in the air, drink dangerously close to spilling, ‘-any sort of yer conman compliments or trickery.’

‘Trickery?’ Kuroo laughed. ‘I’ve been honest from the beginning, Miya. I care deeply about the things that I love, and

Want to make sure everyone who loves it in return gets their chance with it.’

‘What’re you jabberin’ about,’ Atsumu scrunches his eyebrows.

‘Volleyball, of course.’ Kuroo’s grin is borderline feline, not helping the accusations of being shady. Atsumu scoffs, knowing there was

A double meaning to his words.

‘Yeah? Then why didn’t ya invite him to this?’ He says, finally addressing the frog in the room.

‘I tried,’ Kuroo whined, throwing Atsumu off. ‘He said no and then threatened me if I kept asking.’

Atsumu can’t help but laugh at that. ‘Sounds

Like him.’

‘I know it’s weird. The two of us. He does really like you though, he complains about you all the time.’

‘And that’s supposed to comfort me or some shit?’ Atsumu turns to leave but Kuroo reaches out, grabbing his arm.

‘No, it’s not like bad complaints. He’s got

A weird way of expressing himself, but I’ve known him long enough to know the difference between real annoyance and his feigned annoyed act, the bullshit he hides behind to hide his feelings for you.’ Kuroo’s eyes are earnest, trustworthy. A long shot from the sleazy look he has

When he’s talking business. ‘The other day he called me to complain that he keeps ordering onigiri because you never shut up about your brothers, but that it’s never the same, and then went on a rant about how much you care about your brother’s business. Which sounds bad, I know,

But it’s in the tone, I swear.’

Atsumu nods slowly. ‘I get it. Before I knew about ya, he used to complain ‘bout how you’d snap yer whole life to Bokkun so he didn’t have to ‘miss out.’ He’d act annoyed but I could tell he thought it was nice.’

‘Exactly! He’s just shit at

Showing it, at least in conventional ways.’

‘Still, I don’t know what the two of ya want from me.’

‘Well, he wants to date you, but also me and both of us to be okay with it. Me? I don’t know what I want from you yet, Miya.’ The sleazy grin was back, making Atsumu pause.

‘Are you saying you wanna fuck too?’ He looks Kuroo up and down. Now that he’s over the sting of rejection, he can see why Tsukishima wouldn’t want to give him up. His suit was fitted, hugging tightly in all the right spaces.

‘I’m saying I wouldn’t be opposed to testing it out.

If it doesn’t work, I’m fine with him seeing both of us if you are.’

‘Well, I sure as hell ain’t jumpin’ into a threeway without seeing if you’re any good first.’

Kuroo chokes on his drink at his comment. ‘I think you mean like, a polyamorous couple, not threeway. That means

Something else.’

‘I know exactly what that means.’ It was his turn to smirk. ‘Well, jva man. Ya gotta stay to the end of this crap?’

‘No, I can be convinced to leave early.’ He set his glass down, flagging the waitress down to pay. Atsumu jerked his head to the doors, heading

Outside to grab a cab. He fired off a text as he waited for Kuroo to catch up.

‘Your bf is annoying as fuck’

‘Tell me about it. Have fun.’

‘Is that from Tsukki? What’d he say?’ Kuroo asked, face popping into view over Atsumu’s shoulder.

‘Mind yer business.’

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