Thread by @unicornflowerss

#sakuatsu fluff | smiles

where kiyoomi doesn’t smile.

he never smiles - he doesn’t smile the first time they kiss, unexpected and sudden and sweet in a way that makes atsumu giggle. he doesn’t smile when he finally asks atsumu out on a date, sparing only a curt +

nod and what looked like the vaguest inclination toward an expression of joy atsumu could imagine. he didn’t even smile when he’d said ‘i love you’ for the first time. he had said it, stoic as ever, blank faced.

that how atsumu had known he meant it. +

but it does make him wonder - and by wonder, he means it makes those dark little things called insecurities gnaw at the edges of his mind when he thinks about it for too long.

because surely, kiyoomi is not immune to smiling. six months into their relationship, +

kiyoomi still hasn’t smiled barely once, only sparing a sardonic smirk every now and again when the moment is appropriate. sometimes he wonders…

is he just not making kiyoomi happy?

the worry inches and worms it’s way from his lips one misty summer afternoon +

where the heat seems to sizzle up from the sidewalk like steam off of boiling water, while they sit outside the gym near the faucets, dripping sweat and water that melt with one another.

“do i make ya happy, omi?” he asks, and only realizes the heaviness +

of his voice too late when kiyoomi looks to him with a confused scowl.

“of course you do,” kiyoomi replies as though atsumu has personally affronted him - if his chance to sound unaffected had ever existed, it slips away as kiyoomi sets his water bottle between +

his knees and turns to face atsumu fully. “why do you ask?”

atsumu swallows the lump in his throat and forced a shrug of nonchalance, “i dunno, nothin’ in particular. just y’know…” and hopes against hope that kiyoomi will just drop it.

he couldn’t ever get that lucky. +

“no i don’t,” he says, harsher than before, scaring atsumu’s heart into a frantic race. “atsumu just tell me what’s on your mind.”

“um…” he flounders for a moment before reaching the ‘fuck it’ moment - kiyoomi is a man who treasures honesty. atsumu has never +

not been honest with him before. “ya just…ya never smile. not even around me, y’know? i just figured that’s how y’are but…” /but it would be nice ta see ya smile fer me, just once./ he clenches that thought between his teeth. “i dunno. maybe i just don’t make ya +

happy enough ta smile.”

there’s a moment of thrumming silence between them, the tinkling of wind chimes a cheery backdrop against their team chattering away, oblivious to them. then kiyoomi says,

“i do it when you’re not looking.”

which is a hilariously lame +

excuse. atsumu tries to convince himself that, really, he won’t be upset, in hopes of working such a proclamation into words. but he takes too long.

“because it’s…it’s embarrassing.” kiyoomi confesses, cheeks burning a strawberry pink that makes atsumu want to +

kiss his face. “i’m not used to smiling and it just-…it feels weird.”

atsumu opens his mouth but no words come out. only something akin to a stunned silence.

“plus, it’s not even attractive. so i just…hide it, i guess.” which makes atsumu’s stomach churn with +

discomfort because oh, he has never wanted to see something as stupid as a smile in his entire life. he has never loved someone like he loves kiyoomi. if atsumu never gets to see him smile, it would be a travesty.

“well don’t do that shit.” is the genius response he manages. +

kiyoomi gives him a strange look. “don’t do that shit. i wanna see ya smile. i…i wanna see when i make ya happy.”

it’s a sappy admission. and normally, it would disgust him to say out loud. but he doesn’t find that he minds it when it’s kiyoomi he’s admitting it to. +

in fact, the way kiyoomi’s eyes go wide and gorgeous and full of afternoon sun turns his blush from that of embarrassment to something far more affectionate.

kiyoomi opens his mouth as if to say something, lips hanging open for a moment, before they inevitably +

fall shut.

and then…and then he smiles.

and it is the tenderest, most beautiful occurrence atsumu has ever been privy to. and his eyes scrunch up and sparkle, and his lips stretch wide, and he turns his head away as a bashful blush creeps its way onto his cheeks- +

but atsumu can’t let him.

his hand darts out as if on instinct to pull kiyoomi’s face toward his own and presses his own smile to kiyoomi’s in a mockery of a kiss. it’s an awkward dance, and atsumu giggles into it - it’s hardly the most sensual thing they’ve ever done. +

but it is perfect nonetheless, their smiles curving to meet one another as the sun seems to shine a modicum brighter.

when they pull away, atsumu feels as though he’s breathing new air.

“see, now ya got incentive. ta smile more, that is.” he sighs, content-

only to have +

a volleyball hit him upside the head at full velocity - if kiyoomi was smiling at that, which a sick part atsumu hopes that he is, atsumu doesn’t see it.

he’s too busy whipping his head around at inunaki, who fixes him with a disgusted scowl,

“you guys are vile.”

fin.

i’m so sorry i actually did completely lie to u and published fluff instead of the hanahaki au but also i have had so many assignments and i’m so tired And i have a tummy ache. so don’t be mad pls