#SakuAtsuWeek2023 @sktsweek || day 6 - intimacy || sick omi

Kiyoomi’s life revolves around control. It’s how it is, how it should be, and how he works. If things are out of his range of motion, then he adapts, moves on, and forgets. But no matter how many times Kiyoomi could ever prepare himself with face masks and wet wipes and fingers rubbing along warm water with hand soap, it is inevitable that he’ll eventually get sick.

“Omi, baby,” Atsumu says. “Come on, ya gotta eat somethin’.”

#SakuAtsuWeek2023 @sktsweek || day 4 - confession || food!

“7 out of 10,” Kiyoomi says.

“No, 6 out of 10,” Atsumu retorts. “It was overpriced.”

“It was?”

Atsumu nods, face dead-set as he points at the table. “6 out of 10, rich boy.”

“We’re professional athletes, Miya.” “No excuses.” Atsumu takes out his phone and opens a shared document, muttering as he types out the information.

+ Good service
+ Food was okay (too much salt!!)
+ expensiveeeeee

“Data computed,” Atsumu says in the best clipped and monotone voice he can.

#SakuAtsuWeek2023 @sktsweek || day 3 - only one bed

𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶!! 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘥𝘰!!
read 12:03 am

“Answer scrub,” Atsumu mutters to himself, smashing his thumbs onto the keypad.

𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘥
𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦
read 12:04 am 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦
𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥
𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺
read 12:06 am

Despite the last text, Atsumu lets out a sigh of relief.

#SakuAtsuWeek2023 @sktsweek || day 2 - meet ugly || some blood/violence

Freighthopping isn’t really bad. After all, bouncing between different timelines and eras with every new cargo is fun in its own way. Atsumu's favorite is probably the green cargo that opens up to the West. Good food, interesting people, there was always something to explore and do.

Though the very last thing he expected was to be threatened with a katana.

“Wrong timeline, buddy,” Atsumu hisses.

#SakuAtsuWeek2023 @sktsweek || day 1 - firsts || make out sesh

“So you’ve kissed people?” Atsumu asks.

“Yes.”

“Like, lip-to-lip?”

Kiyoomi’s brows pull together. “Yes.”

“But ya haven’t…” Atsumu makes a sucking noise and darts out his tongue. Kiyoomi grimaces. “Jesus christ,” Kiyoomi says in disbelief. “If you’re asking if I’ve sucked face, no, I haven’t.”

“A man’s gotta know, Omi.” Atsumu raises his hands up as if guilty. “I gotta acquire intel.”

Kiyoomi snorts. “For what?”

Atsumu shuffles closer to Kiyoomi’s side.

#sunaosa || hurt/no comfort, unrequited feelings

“He loves ya,” Atsumu murmurs. “Ya know? He always has.”

“I know,” Suna says.

Atsumu nods and doesn’t say anything anymore. Instead, he looks up to where Osamu stands talking to a customer. Suna simply drinks the amber liquid in his cup and focuses on the burn sliding down his throat.

He can feel Atsumu’s gaze on him. It’s a quiet reprimand that would’ve lasted much longer had Sakusa not ushered Atsumu farther away.

#sakuatsu || mentions of blood + character death (not skts)

Blood and flowers don’t usually go together.

Atsumu knows that. Really, he does.

But currently, as he’s on his knees with a bloody tissue up his nose and purple hyacinths colored in drops of red, he can’t help but notice how pretty and distracting it all is.

“So, it’s been you who’s stealing my hyacinths?”

Atsumu takes a deep breath. “Sakusa-san—”

“Don’t say my name. Who the hell do you think you are stealing my flowers?” Sakusa fumes.