"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--
--losses." Osamu puts his head in his hands.
Kiyoomi crosses and uncrosses his legs uncomfortably. He's not even good at comforting people that's he's close to, let alone someone who he's pretty sure dislikes him a least a little.
"I could..." Kiyoomi trails off, he doesn't--
--really know how to phrase what he wants to say in a way that sounds sincere.
"I can't money offa ya," Osamu says quickly. "I just can't."
"I wasn't offering that, I don't have that kind of money liquidated," Kiyoomi clarifies. "But an uncle of mine is a restauranteur and for--
--some reason your brother seems to have sold him on the idea of onigiri as a centrepiece." Kiyoomi scowls at the wall; he really hates getting involved with the various business ventures of his family, but it seems selfish not to step in in this case. "He's been asking if--
--you're looking for investors." Osamu's eyebrows shoot up his forehead and Kiyoomi hurries to continue: "I understand not wanting to mix business and family, even if it's tangential."
"No, uh, I just need a moment ta think about it," Osamu says. "I've only ever had a bank loan--
--ya know? Not sure what ya do with private investors."
"It wouldn't be a sure thing," Kiyoomi adds. "He'd want to talk to you in detail and taste the food."
"Ya could give him my number, 'm not saying' yes or anythin' but 'm outta options so I'd like ta hear what he has to say."
Osamu leaves when Atsumu returns from practice to drive Kiyoomi to a hospital appointment.
He looks confused to see his twin at the apartment and asked "the hell ya doin' here?"
Through Miya-proximity induced osmosis Kiyoomi replies "wouldn't you like to know?" at the same--
--time that Osamu says "none of yer business."
Atsumu looks between the two of them and then throws his hands up in the air in exasperation.
The hospital visit goes about as well as it can. The OBGYN is late, Kiyoomi needs to hand over more bodily fluids for tests, and he's had-
--to fast for yet another glucose tolerance test.
But Atsumu lets him rest his head on his shoulder while they wait, and even gently pets Kiyoomi's curls.
Being together, officially, feels both weird and like nothing has changed.
Atsumu sleeps in Kiyoomi's bed now, but it's not--
--like he'd spent that many nights out of it even before they were officially together. Atsumu frequently calls him pet names now, but it's still mostly 'omi-kun' or 'omi-omi'.
There's a lingering anxiety that at some time soon Atsumu will realise his mistake. He'll move his--
--stuff out of the apartment and they'll have to awkwardly co-parent. Kiyoomi will have to keep up appearances when Atsumu presents a step-mother to their kid and get pushed aside when he has pups with some short, curvy omega.
Kiyoomi pushes these thoughts away when he gets them:
-- for now Atsumu has made his choice clear and Kiyoomi will do his best to respect that. Even if he can't quite understand it.
They leave the hospital with a plan to induce Kiyoomi at 37 weeks. It's earlier than he'd like, he'd desperately been hoping to make it to 39 weeks,
but his blood pressure is giving case to worry. He'll be on a course of steroids to ensure the baby's lungs mature as best they can.
Atsumu takes him to get ice cream afterwards, in an attempt to cushion the blow that would have worked better if Kiyoomi had an appetite like--
--Osamu. Instead, Kiyoomi takes tiny spoonfuls of his ice cream cup while Atsumu breaks his dietician approved meal plan by eating a giant cone with too many toppings.
He needs something to take his mind off the baby squirming inside him and how it'll be out of him far too soon.
"We should consider telling people that we're together and the baby is yours," Kiyoomi says and Atsumu freezes mid-bite.
"Yeah, Omi? I think most o' the guys know, Foster included. We ain't exactly been... the most subtle."
"I had meant our other friends and family. Although I'm-
--not sure how pleased your mother will be." Miya-san had looked like she'd wanted to kill him for most of the only time they'd met. "I've made the pregnancy announcement to most of my family, and I think most MSBY fans have figured it out, but so far only a few people know that-
--you're the father and that you're my boyfriend."
Atsumu hums and Kiyoomi is filled with dread that maybe Atsumu doesn't want people to know he's dating so far down. "Don't get me wrong, I want people ta know, but I don't wantcha ta get hassled about statements and shit just--
--before or after the baby gets here. I know of our fans can get outta hand sometimes."
Kiyoomi chews the inside of his cheek.
"I don't want to wait too long."
"How's about, as soon as you're ready after the birth, ya can announce it however ya want. I'll even make a real sappy--
--insta post with ya if ya want."
Kiyoomi wrinkles his nose; he isn't a fan of public displays of affection like that.
"Didn't think so," Atsumu laughs.
"Maybe I'll get a number 13 onesie for them and take them to a game," Kiyoomi muses. It would be a subtle way of doing it but--
--a few of their more fervent fans might pick up on it.
There's a sniffle and he realises that Atsumu is holding back tears.
"What?"
"...we should get them numbered onesies for our JNT as well."
"Are you crying?"
"No!" Atsumu lies. "That's just real thoughtful."
"I should have--
--known you and your ego would appreciate it."
"Maybe I'll see if we can get an Onigiri Miya hat for them too."
"Ain't got no complaints about that, so long as no one thinks 'Samu is the Da."
Kiyoomi wrinkles his nose again and shakes his head. "Osamu might look like you but you-
--smell completely different." They're completely different people too, Kiyoomi can't imagine wanting Osamu the way he wants Atsumu. He can't eat that amount of onigiri for starters.
Atsumu looks at him fondly, in a way that make Kiyoomi feel uncomfortably seen.
"Yer real--
--perfect Omi, ya know that?"
Kiyoomi doesn't, and he doesn't understand what he did to prompt it, but if it makes Atsumu as happy as he looks, Kiyoomi isn't going to complain.
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.
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--
"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--
#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."