Thread by @honeybreaths

#sakuatsu // hurt/comfort, communication issues

Atsumu didn't know what was up with his boyfriend. They weren't fighting at the moment and Kiyoomi actually had seemingly no reason to ignore or be mad at Atsumu. At least that's what he hoped.

And yet Kiyoomi had been sulking on the couch all day. He wasn't drinking the water Atsumu had placed down on the tea table in front of him this morning, he hadn't eaten breakfast and lunch either and slowly but surely Atsumu started to get worried.

Kiyoomi wasn't talking either, or would only mumble something barely audible. His eyes were trained on the TV which was running since exactly 11AM. The expression he wore was neutral.

Atsumu was sure there was something wrong - this behavior wasn't normal.

Because had he done something to upset Kiyoomi? Atsumu knew he could be more of the oblivious type but not 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 oblivious, right?

And besides, Kiyoomi had 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 acted like this before. Yeah, they've been dating for about a three months now so 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 Atsumu didn't know everything about his boyfriend yet.

But this....this wasn't normal - 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦.

"Hey, Omi?" he said and settled down on the couch next to his boyfriend who didn't even spare him a single glance.

Atsumu would be lying if he said it didn't hurt.

"You okay?" he had asked this exactly five times now. What made him hope that Kiyoomi would open up now? He didn't know.

His boyfriend only hummed - just like the other four times he'd questioned him.

"I—" What did he even want to say? "If it's something I did then..."

Kiyoomi blinked, blinked again and finally, for the first time today, 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 Atsumu in the eyes.

"What?" His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and during any other circumstance Atsumu would've called it cute.

"If I did something to upset you, you know...?" he trailed off as he scratched the back of his neck. "You'd tell me, right?"

It was silent for a moment. "Of course," Kiyoomi then replied and instantly got back to his odd behavior.

"Then what is it?" Atsumu pressed. He was growing frustrated and he was an ugly screamer when mad - he always tried avoiding it though.

"What do you...mean?"

Was Kiyoomi even listening to him? Did he even want to talk to Atsumu at the moment? Probably not, Atsumu didn't know.

"You've been sitting on the couch all day, watching TV. You don't eat, you don't drink..." Atsumu explained as he saw the scowl on Kiyoomi's face return. "And you want to tell me that everything is fine?"

"Yes, is that so hard?!" The blond jolted at the sudden outburst of his boyfriend. Kiyoomi...never got loud. It just wasn't something he 𝘥𝘪𝘥.

"Why are you yelling all of a sudden?"

"Fuck off, leave me alone already! 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘴..."

Atsumu flinched. What the fuck? He had literally done 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 and yet Kiyoomi yelled at him? Cursed him out for just 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 what was up with him?

He balled his hands to fists and gritted his teeth. Oh, how baldy he wanted to snap back, to throw all kinds of insults at Kiyoomi's (fucking) stubborn head.

"Mind explaining," he breathed through his nose, yet his tone was strained, "What your 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 problem is?"

When his boyfriend didn't answer, when he looked away just like 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 whenever they had an argument, Atsumu continued. "I've been nothing but worried about you—"

"Good for you, I haven't asked for anything."

"—for fuck's sake 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 to me, will you?!" he raised his voice when Kiyoomi interrupted him. "Communication is key, remember? I know you're not the best at opening up, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, okay? But I'm tired of wondering whether I did something to cause such behavior from

you or if it was someone else or if—"

"It's me, okay?!" Kiyoomi yelled, frustration clearly shimmering through his tone. "Are you happy now? Just— 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬!"

Atsumu's anger was immediately replaced by the worry he had felt earlier throughout the day when he saw a single tear roll down Kiyoomi's face.

"Omi—"

"I—" Kiyoomi breathed hard and loud and 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, he wasn't going to have a panic attack, right?"

"Omi, I need you to breathe," Atsumu said, voice shaking slightly. "Please, Omi. 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦,"

"It's fine," was all Kiyoomi had to say. He hid his face with his two hands - he probably didn't want Atsumu to see him like this. "I'm fine."

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, Atsumu wanted to protest but he didn't. Instead he asked, "can I hug you?" because he knew that was something Kiyoomi needed and 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥.

His boyfriend nodded and it didn't take Atsumu longer than a second to wrap his arms around Kiyoomi, squeezing him tightly.

"Whatever it is," Atsumu mumbled into Kiyoomi's soft hair, "I love you, just so you know."

Kiyoomi sniffled and then snuggled closer.

"Are you ready to tell me?" Atsumu asked softly after a few minutes spent in silence.

He watched as those dark eyes returned the stare. Atsumu loved Kiyoomi's eyes - they were so mysterious, so pretty and so...gorgeous.

Kiyoomi went back to cuddle him, and then, Atsumu felt him nod against his chest.

"I," he started, "I have those days where everything just gets...too much. On those days I just want to hide away and cry, honestly."

"Oh," Atsumu said and now he really felt stupid even though there was no way he could've ever known this.

"But I never can, cry that is," Kiyoomi sniffled, "so I try everything: watch sad movies, read sad stories but nothing ever works."

"So you get frustrated?" Atsumu understood now.

Kiyoomi nodded once more.

"Oh, Omi," he whispered and pressed his boyfriend's head closer to his chest, running a hand through his curls carefully. "It's okay,"

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"It's not," Kiyoomi sniffled, "I yelled at you for no reason I'm—"

"I've had worse," Atsumu brushed it off. "It's really fine, okay?"

"...okay."

"You can let go now," he said softly, caressing Kiyoomi's back. "Let it go, because I'm here to catch you no matter what, you hear me?"

And then, finally, the dam broke.

// fin
it's projecting onto Kiyoomi hours 😎👍🏻 idk I hope it's not written drily. I just kinda,,,wanted to get this off my chest? :>