"I won't be able to come out with the team while you're here I'm afraid, Tsukasa-kun," Kiyoomi says regretfully, and Iizuna nods on his laptop screen. "But you are very welcome to come to my new apartment at any time while you're in Osaka--
--although I won't be able to leave bed or the sofa."
"I would like to make time to see you," Iizuna confirms. "Is there anything I can bring for you?"
Usually when the Hornets play the Jackals Kiyoomi likes to have a quiet dinner with his old senpai to catch up, but now that--
--he's confined to bed, they're going to have to make new plans. Not least because Atsumu has moved his stuff into the spare room so now every meal time has the Miya flare and Miya volume.
Also because ever since Kiyoomi announced his pregnancy to his teammates, they've made a--
--concerted effort to have at least some of their post-match celebrations (or commiserations) with him. First in his room at the share house and now in his apartment.
Kiyoomi would be more annoyed at the mess they leave if he was the one who had to clean in. As it stands, that's-
--Atsumu's job now.
Atsumu who makes him miso soup for breakfast and gives him his aspirin on time. Atsumu who works a full day and then spends his evenings cleaning. Atsumu who asks Osamu to drop in everyday that the Jackals are away just to make sure that Kiyoomi is okay.
Atsumu who, as of last week, he now technically lives with.
They have a pre-match dinner at the apartment the night before the game, although 'dinner' is an inaccurate term given that Inunaki plugs the aux into his phone and gets music going almost immediately.
Atsumu floats about chatting to the team and Iizuna and Motoya (who came down for the weekend to see Kiyoomi, and their old captain), and delivering Kiyoomi food and drink since he isn't allowed to leave his side of the sofa.
(He got up to go to the bathroom once and was tackled-
--back down by both Hinata and Bokuto. So now he announces that that's what he's doing before trying to move.)
Motoya, being the only one not to be playing in a game the next day, has cracked open a six pack of beer and is on his third.
"I figured you must be the baby daddy,"--
--he says to Atsumu as he puts his feet in Kiyoomi's lap. Kiyoomi pushes them off promptly.
"Yer did?"
"Yeah, Kiyo's got a think for blond setters." Motoya grins and shotguns the last of his beer.
"Oh?" Atsumu shoots Kiyoomi and confused look before his eyes settle on Iizuna,--
--having a polite conversation with Meian, behind them. "Didya have a boner fer yer ex-captain?"
Motoya laughs loudly before Kiyoomi can say anything.
"They used to date before Kiyoomi went to college."
"We went out a few times--"
He's cut off by the sound of glass shattering--
--and Bokuto loudly apologising.
"I'll get that," Atsumu says, running off to the kitchen.
Kiyoomi turns to look at his cousin.
"I'm going to kill you."
Kiyoomi watches the game on the tv in the lounge and scowls at his replacement whenever he's on screen.
It's not like he could actually play now that he's in his third trimester but he still resents that there's someone else on the court as an outside hitter.
It's a close game.
As to be expected from two Div 1 teams. And Atsumu is on fire.
He usually has an aggressive style of play anyway, but today he is demanding even more from his spikers.
He even gets in three setter dumps in the second set.
Kiyoomi is starting to wonder if Atsumu's rut is coming--
--up when the camera shows a close up of the net and Kiyoomi can see the absolute stink-eye that Atsumu sends Iizuna's way.
Oh.
Oh that's going to be a problem.
Firstly because Atsumu is about to make a goddamn idiot of himself on live tv over Kiyoomi (someone who has never once inspired any kind of protective instinct in an alpha before), something the referees are not going to take kindly to.
And secondly, because this stupid display-
--of meat headed alpha pride is making Kiyoomi so hot and wet that he'd think he was going into heat if it wasn't for the baby using his bladder as a squeeze toy.
Fuck. Why is it so hot that Atsumu wants to mark his territory?
By all measures Kiyoomi should be irritated that--
--Atsumu is behaving like this over Iizuna. He's just friends with his old captain, a state of things that Iizuna himself suggested, and it's not like Kiyoomi has even looked at another alpha in nearly a year. But he isn't. Not at all.
This might be the most flattered Kiyoomi--
--has ever been.
When Atsumu gets back, Kiyoomi is going to have to chide him (this isn't a precedent he wants set when it comes to his alpha friends, and being in the V League means that most of his friends are alphas), but as soon as he's done with that he's going to suck--
--him off. Possibly present for him too.
Atsumu's the reason why Kiyoomi is soaking through his maternity leggings so he's going to be the one to deal with that problem.
And if he puts a hand down his underwear whenever there's a close up or replay of one of Atsumu's serves--
--then no one has to know but Kiyoomi.
TBC!
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Kiyoomi opens his eyes and blinks groggily at the hospital ceiling. He's dazed and confused and he can't move his lower body. It's too bright in here and everything feels wrong, like he's hungover or something.
There's still a haze--
--around his mind, but he is slowly becoming aware that he's not alone in the room.
It takes an inordinate amount of effort to turn his head to one side to see Atsumu in the uncomfortable-looking chair by his bed.
"You look awful," Kiyoomi says, the words tumbling out of his--
--mouth before he can stop himself. Because Atsumu really does look like hell: dark circles under his eyes and he's been gnawing at his lips.
He laughs, though.
"Nothin' stops ya, does it Omi-kun?"
"What... what happened?" Kiyoomi remembers being bitten during Atsumu's rut.
They're able to squeeze in a JNT meeting before Kiyoomi's induction. Hibarida had offered to allow him to join virtually, but since Kiyoomi's been staring at the apartment walls for weeks now and he's able to rent a wheelchair, he--
--makes Atsumu wheel him around to attend in person.
To his surprise, he's not the only pregnant member.
"Lev, fuck off," Yaku, brandishing an iced coffee, shouts as an attractive alpha tries to pull a chair out for him. "I can do it myself!"
"Yak-san, you're supposed to rest--
-- and not have caffeine!"
"That's a myth!" Yaku takes a long suck of his coffee, the ice rattling around at the bottom as he finishes it.
Kiyoomi looks at Atsumu and considers that they might not have have most explosive relationship at the table.
"I've called your landlord, the insurance company, and my cousin who's a solicitor and while you definitely could take the landlord to court in small claims. Unfortunately, it would probably cost just as much to do that as it would to just pay for-
--the lost stock items anyway."
Osamu deflates in Kiyoomi's armchair. It's not the good news that Kiyoomi was hoping to give.
"It would probably be the most viable to break the lease on the current property and move to a different storefront."
"Yeah... just wish I could afford--
--that, y'know?" Osamu sighs. "There's a penalty for leaving' before the current lease's up..."
"I could almost certainly negotiate that going away in exchange for not taking your landlord to court."
"Not sure I can come up with the cash for a new place while still eatin' my--
Atsumu comes home after his post match shower and interviews. He looks sheepish, likely from reading the text that Kiyoomi had sent him regarding his on-court behaviour, but any lecturing Kiyoomi had planned to do vaporises at Atsumu's scent.
He's freshly washed, but there's the slightest hint of sweat from his climb up their building's stairs (he refuses to use the lift for bullshit pride reasons), and it's driving Kiyoomi absolutely feral.
"Wha--?"
Atsumu doesn't manage to get a full word out before he's being--
--shoved against the door and kissed aggressively.
He's clearly confused, and honestly Kiyoomi is too. He has no idea why Atsumu does this to him and it can't all be pregnancy hormones.
Whatever. That's a conundrum for when Kiyoomi isn't this rabidly horny.
"Omi?" Atsumu asks--
#sakuatsu pregnant Omi part 19
Kiyoomi is bored. So, so bored.
He's been lying in bed, as per doctor's orders, for a week now and he's watched every volleyball match that's been shown on TV and that he has in his collection.
He's read every pregnancy and in fact care book his--
--mother has sent him twice. He sent out his baby announcement and fielded all the questions from family.
And he is so, so bored.
He wants to go for a run. He wants to do spiking practice. He wants to swim or do yoga, anything that isn't the monotony of lying down all day--
--broken only by short trips to the bathroom.
He'd even take the excruciating trip
from the hospital in Nagoya back home with Atsumu and his mother again instead of this.
Kiyoomi had pretended to sleep in the backseat for most of it while his character was assassinated by--
#sakuatu pregnant Omi part 18 Atsumu's mother looks exactly like her sons somehow despite being a foot shorter and a couple of decades older.
More specifically, she looks like the twins when they're about to start physically fighting.
Atsumu has sent a text earlier to say that--
--his mother was coming to his hotel room and that he'd try to calm her down there first before he brought her to the hospital.
Ideally, Kiyoomi wouldn't meet her until he was back home, but she'd travelled all the way up already and he didn't want to piss her off anymore than--
--
he had already.
She has a bunch of flowers in her hand, likely bought from the hospital gift shop, even if her expression indicates she'd rather shove them down Kiyoomi's throat.
"Yer Sakusa-san," she says icily and Atsumu, standing chagrined behind her, winces.
"Yes."