Akaashi felt someone sit next to him but he didn’t looked up from the booties he was crocheting.
His hands rested on his small bump as he worked, every so often he’d feel a little movement and he’d smile.
“Your Alpha must be so proud of you,” the man next to him gestured at Akaashi’s hands. “You’re very talented.”
They were on Atsumu’s couch, he’s not sure how they ended up in their current position - Kiyoomi pinned to the couch as Atsumu blew raspberries onto his bare stomach.
He should be disgusted, but it’s Atsumu and he can’t think straight. He’s laughing so much, tears are gathered in the corner of his eyes.
He’s given up trying to unpin his arms. Given up trying to buck his hips to unseat Atsumu.
