Thread by @cinnamonnoodle

#sakuatsu roommates | pining atsumu, overdramatic kiyoomi

The door to their shared apartment opens again not even five minutes after Kiyoomi left for his date.

"That was a quick one," Atsumu comments from his place on the couch.

"Don't even get me started on that asshole."

Asshole indeed. Atsumu already hated the man from pictures alone.

Considering that their second date ended before it even began, Atsumu might keep the description.

He watches as Kiyoomi takes off his coat and freshly cleaned oxford boots

to let himself flop down face first on the couch next to Atsumu.

"I even did my hair for him."

Unnecessarily, Kiyoomi waves his hand around in the vague direction of his head, his words muffled into the cushions.

That he has done his hair though is a light understatement.

Kiyoomi spent over an hour in the bathroom earlier today to perfect his curls, and they still look absolutely mesmerizing in Atsumu's eyes.

The messy head of untamed curls Kiyoomi ran on during his high school time is one of Atsumu's favorite memories,

though he's glad Kiyoomi eventually decided to replace it with a decent hair care routine a few years back.

Only one downside was to be found from Atsumu's point of view: it made Kiyoomi just more attractive and therefore, the crush on his teammate even worse.

"Maybe I'm a lost case," Kiyoomi continues with a long sigh, "and I will end up alone and move back to my mother at some point. Or worse, to Motoya."

"Don't you think you're being overdramatic now?"

"No, Atsumu, I'm dead serious, what if I'm just not made out for dating? What if I..."

Atsumu lets Kiyoomi ramble for a bit; living together made Atsumu familiar with Kiyoomi's antics. And people say 𝘩𝘦 is the team's drama queen.

"...maybe I'm missing the gene that makes me compatible when it comes to dating."

"That's bullshit and you know it," Atsumu decides to chime in. "Why are you so keen on finding someone with all that force?"

Sitting up, Kiyoomi gives him what others consider a deathstare, but Atsumu knows better than to be fooled by his put-on facial expression.

"I'm 27," Kiyoomi sighs, "hell, I just want to have one dating streak that lasts longer than a few weeks."

"Exactly, you're only 27. You know how much life you've got left to figure out dating?"

Kiyoomi crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Some," he grumbles, eyeing Atsumu's almost untouched curry on the table.

"Exactly. Statistically speaking, you're going to live over 50 more years. Regarding age, there's no real need to rush it."

"But I don't want to date when I'm old and wrinkly and grumpy about everything in my life."

"To be honest," Atsumu grins, "you already get annoyed very easily, so that's not gonna get much worse."

One of their pillows comes flying his way, but Atsumu catches it in expectation before it can hit his chest.

"Asshole," Kiyoomi shakes his head, but Atsumu can hear the chuckle in his voice.

"You're welcome."

It's not that Atsumu doesn't get it. Because he does.

The wish to share the ups and downs of life with a loved one, to simply have someone by your side to rely on without compromise.

Atsumu did his fair share of dating over the last years, but it all didn't do much for the crush he denied himself to have.

It was too easy to imagine someone else in their places.

To think of someone else he already comes home to every day as the one he shares his life with in an entirely different way.

"You will find someone," Atsumu murmurs.

Dark eyes find Atsumu's, and Kiyoomi almost looks surprised by the softness of Atsumu's tone.

"How can you be so sure?"

Atsumu could list him a thousand reasons and it wouldn't even come close to the Why behind his question.

"You're smart," he says instead. "Funny when you want to. You're a good listener. And you're confident about the things you do and want."

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥.

"And one day, you probably annoy someone so much into liking you they have no other choice but stay by your side."

This time, Atsumu isn't quick enough to prevent the pillow from hitting his face.

Atsumu sputters and grabs the pillow to hit Kiyoomi back, but he already got up from the couch.

"You know," Kiyoomi says, "that was pretty sweet of you except for that last part."

"I can't let your ego grow too big," Atsumu says, pointedly ignoring the sudden weight of his heart, "mine's already filling up the room enough."

Kiyoomi chuckles quietly, and the warmth inside Atsumu's chest only grows more present.

"I'm going to order something, since I got denied trying out this fancy new restaurant," Kiyoomi says as he gets his phone out of his pocket.

"You can have my second half," Atsumu says without thinking too much about his words and points

to the plate in front of him, "it's in the kitchen. Must be still warm."

Kiyoomi looks up from his phone where he probably opened the site of their favorite take out service.

"But it's your mealprep, right? It will confuse your whole diet plan this week."

"'s okay," Atsumu shrugs, fiddling with the cords of his hoodie, "I'm gonna change it up a little bit with something else tomorrow."

He looks up at Kiyoomi, hoping the heat creeping into his cheeks isn't obvious enough for him to notice.

But Kiyoomi just nods at him once, a small smile showing on his lips. "Thanks."

He pockets his phone and walks over to the kitchen. "So, what are we watching today? I'm in the mood for something anti-romantic."

Steady breath in, steady breath out, Atsumu reminds himself.

He slowly nods even though Kiyoomi can't see him and slouches back into the couch, staring at his own barely touched dinner in front of him.

"Yeah. Sounds like a good idea."

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continuation is up;)

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