Atsumu stumbles into the bright light of their kitchen, blearily blinking some sort of consciousness back into his brain. His squinted eyes blow wide as he watches Kiyoomi shimmy his hips to whatever silent beat comes from his AirPods. His arms +
are covered in neon yellow dish gloves which are currently sunk deep into a sink full of bubbles. His tangle of curls is pushed back by his bath headband, the little bunny ears bouncing with every head nod he bops. He pads to the side to grab another dish, little bear slippers +
Or well he knew how his brother acted with Sunarin and they were plenty in love, so he figures his stupid brother must be doing something right.
He knew that waiting for your partner after class +
was a sweet gesture of affection. He knew that giving your partner your portion of the pudding would make them smile. And he knew that interlocking pinkies on bus rides home was a silent tell of "I love you".
But most of all, Atsumu knew the power of scenting had on a +
