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#sakuatsu hurt/comfort | tears
where kiyoomi doesn’t know how to respond when atsumu cries - he doesn’t know how to respond when anyone cries. atsumu is no exception to that rule.
no one ever cried in the sakusa family household, mainly because no one was willing to risk +
where kiyoomi doesn’t know how to respond when atsumu cries - he doesn’t know how to respond when anyone cries. atsumu is no exception to that rule.
no one ever cried in the sakusa family household, mainly because no one was willing to risk +
the emotional beat down that would ensue. so when atsumu cries in front of him for the first time, puffy eyes rimmed with tears, kiyoomi freezes.
he looks small, and vulnerable, and so easy to hurt if kiyoomi isn’t careful.
if kiyoomi were his own father, +
he looks small, and vulnerable, and so easy to hurt if kiyoomi isn’t careful.
if kiyoomi were his own father, +
he’d crush atsumu in his palm with clumsy words and condemnations that are a twisted way of saying ‘i love you’. but kiyoomi doesn’t want to be like his father - he’s never wanted to be.
so he does the first thing he thinks of in the heat of his panic: +
so he does the first thing he thinks of in the heat of his panic: +
he kisses atsumu.
not heated, not sensual, just a kiss on the cheek, pressed just under his eye, that lands firmly on the track of his tears so that they stick to kiyoomi’s lips.
when kiyoomi pulls back, atsumu has ceased his sobs, eyes simply going wide and +
not heated, not sensual, just a kiss on the cheek, pressed just under his eye, that lands firmly on the track of his tears so that they stick to kiyoomi’s lips.
when kiyoomi pulls back, atsumu has ceased his sobs, eyes simply going wide and +
glittering like a doe’s - and for a terrifying moment, kiyoomi worries he’s done it wrong, that he’s fumbled atsumu’s heart just as his father would’ve, as he seems so predisposed to do.
“i’m sorry,” he blurts out clumsily, hoping against hope that maybe atsumu +
“i’m sorry,” he blurts out clumsily, hoping against hope that maybe atsumu +
will forgive him for such a mistreatment of his feelings in the one time when he’s most vulnerable. “i’m sorry i didn’t know what to do so i-“
“again,” atsumu demands, startling kiyoomi from his avalanche of apologies.
“what?”
atsumu shifts an inch closer +
“again,” atsumu demands, startling kiyoomi from his avalanche of apologies.
“what?”
atsumu shifts an inch closer +
to him on the couch, leaning into his side and staring at him with those gorgeous, pleading eyes, “again please.”
kiyoomi is in no position to deny him.
they don’t talk much that night. they don’t need to. instead, kiyoomi kisses him - in the forhead, on each cheek, +
kiyoomi is in no position to deny him.
they don’t talk much that night. they don’t need to. instead, kiyoomi kisses him - in the forhead, on each cheek, +
his eyelids, his lips - and atsumu asks for more as he melts against kiyoomi’s body.
it’s only as they’re settling into bed, the chill of early january seeping in through the edges of their bedroom, that kiyoomi realizes what it means.
atsumu understands him. +
it’s only as they’re settling into bed, the chill of early january seeping in through the edges of their bedroom, that kiyoomi realizes what it means.
atsumu understands him. +
atsumu understands him and, by some miracle of nature and chance, kiyoomi has the one person who needs exactly what he has.
fin.
fin.
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