Thread by @unicornflowerss

#sakuatsu hurt/comfort |

where kiyoomi cannot stand the way atsumu talks about their relationship.

everything between them is good - great, wonderful, even. beyond anything kiyoomi could’ve imagined when he was alone and wondering if anyone would ever +

love him genuinely, truly. atsumu makes him happy in a way kiyoomi didn’t even know existed before meeting him.

which is why it’s so bizzare when atsumu grins at his old friend kita-san and casually proclaims, “this is my boyfriend, omi- well, least fer now +

till he gets sick of me,” accompanied by a genial laugh that fills the silence kiyoomi and kita-san share. kita smiles, laid back, as if the declaration is nothing out of the ordinary, as if kiyoomi doesn’t feel off balance for the entirety of lunch as atsumu’s +

words ring pericingly in his mind.

/at least fer now/.

they stick to him like a second skin, all the way through lunch and dinner, and when they head to bed, he’s still chewing on them like a piece of charred meat. they’re not going down easy. no matter how he +

attempts to distract himself, he can’t let go of it.

in fact, it takes him two weeks to finally forget and move on from the non-incident that had him overthinking like an anxious teenager. two weeks and a great deal of clinging to atsumu’s side like a petulant koala bear. +

but then it happens again.

“omi’s all mine until he trades up fer a newer model.”

and again.

“ma, this is my boyfriend for the foreseeable future or until i scare him away.”

and again and again until the little instances compound like drops in a bucket, +

slowly and steadily until it overflows. until the weight on kiyoomi’s chest sits a pound too heavy and he can’t keep swallowing down the burn in his throat when atsumu talks about them as though they’re going end.

as though they’re temporary.

“why do you say that?” +

kiyoomi asks when they get home from dinner with atsumu’s old teammates. he tries for firm, but it ends up sounding more like a kicked puppy dog - when atsumu turns around, he chokes on his own voice.

“omi?” atsumu raises a quizzical eyebrow as he fiddles with +

the stuck zipper of his hoodie. “whatcha talkin’ about?”

and suddenly kiyoomi’s mouth feels dry, the words refusing to come as he’d planned them.

“i um…why do you always say that we’re going to break up?” is what he eventually gets out, sounding like a child and +

unable to look his boyfriend in the eye. “whenever you introduce me, you always add like…a little disclaimer.”

atsumu gives him a strange look, “a disclaimer?”

“yeah. you say…like you say that i’m going to break up with you, or leave you,” it feels uncomfortable +

just to say, the idea souring on his tongue the longer the silence rests between them. a silence in to which atsumu sighs, soft but heavy like draping a weighted blanket over the conversation.

until eventually he says, “well, i just-…” but he never finishes the thought. +

which makes sense becasue, speaking on a purely evidentiary basis, there’s absolutely no reason for them to break up. in fact, they’re three years into this thing - by all accounts, kiyoomi should be looking for a ring.

unless-… unless atsumu doesn’t /want/ this +

relationship.

his stomach sinks.

“do…do /you/ want to break up?”

atsumu’s eyes go wide and his lips fall open and in a sudden rush of motion that it seems neither of them were expecting, atsumu’s hands are on him - one on his shoudler, the other bunching +

into kiyoomi’s sweater just over his heart as if to remind him just who it belongs to.

he could never forget. it will always be atsumu’s.

“no,” he says and it’s desprate and tentative, grasping at kiyoomi gently. “no omi i love ya. okay? no i just-“ +

he takes a deep breath and bows his head slightly. “i just i know y’could do better if ya wanted. i never meant ta make ya feel like i wasn’t serious about us…it just kinda slips out.”

kiyoomi needs just a moment to process, to wrap his head around the fact that +

atsumu thinks he could find someone who fits all his grooves and edges like atsumu does, who makes him happier than atsumu makes him.

wanting desprately for atsumu to look at him, he knocks their foreheads togehter lightly, nudging those honey-brown eyes to meet his. +

“miya i’ve been here for three years.” he whispers, inches from atsumu’s lips. “that’s over a thousand days. if i was going somewhere, i would’ve done it by now.”

atsumu exhales shakily against his lips before pressing the slightest, most chaste kiss to them. +

then takes only the barest moment of pause before pulling kiyoomi clumsily down by the sleeves of his sweater into a kiss as ungraceful as its makers.

how could kiyoomi ever give this up? atsumu is a mad man.

“that mean yer willin’ ta be stuck with me forever?” +

atsumu asks so tenderly kiyoomi nearly melts where he’s standing. kiyoomi exhales a sigh that tastes like bliss.

“there’s nowhere i’d rather be.”

fin.

so i did not do anything super magical and special for 2k but i did do smth that is entirely in my wheelhouse and has definitely been done before so that is. Something. i lov u all thank u for supporting me