Home away (BOOK: 2)

Part 7

"Nghhhhhhh..." the soft groan resonated through the room as a tired blonde tried to escape his husband's vice grip, eyes still glued shut. "Mmmm" another groan came in response as a pair of thick eyebrows furrowed together. "Omi baby we need ta get up and get ya to the hospital..." Atsumu tried reasoning but failed miserably as his sleepy husband tightened his embrace. "10 more minutes..." Kiyoomi grunted as he buried his face into the crook of his husband's neck. "C'mon omi. Ya needa get up. We can cuddle later when we get back Kay?" Atsumu cooed as his hands threaded through soft black hair and watched them face onto the tired boy's face causing him to stir a bit. Kiyoomi finally peeled on of his eyes open to look up at the Angel infront of him and he swore he had fallen in love again.

Illuminated by the soft sunrise that seeped through their curtains, the orangy red hues rested on the shorter boy and he looked down at his sleepy husband with soft brown eyes as a coy slime tugged at his lips. The morning tones complimented the blonde's hair and tanned skin as they graced the surface of his form. The weighted blanket had slipped down to his small waist from all the moving and his head was propped up on his right hand. He looked completely ethereal and Kiyoomi wondered what he had done to deserve the man infront of him but still thanked the heavens non the less.

"Okay." Kiyoomi muttered as he moved up to press a loving kiss to Atsumu's soft pink lips, a small subtle pinkish tone sitting comfortably on their cheeks. As Kiyoomi pulled away, Atsumu moved forward, in an attempt to chase his husband's lips only to receive a small chuckle that made his stomach do flips. "Okay okay. C'mon love." Kiyoomi smiled as he reached a hand out to pull his husband out of bed.

As the couple brushed their teeth together in a comfortable silence, Atsumu's eyes lingered on his husband's weakened form. His already porcelain skin now paler than usual, lacking the living pink tint that made him look alive. His cheeks slightly sunken as heavy eyebags weighed on his skin. Atsumu couldn't help but wish he could do something to make him get better instead of sitting there helplessly while the love of his life was slowly being eaten away at from the inside out. Kiyoomi seemed to notice how Atsumu's eyes diverted and pointed at the ground, sadness tinting his form as he robotically brushed his teeth. Kiyoomi let a hand fall around Atsumu's waist, causing the other to look up at him, foam peeking out the corners of his mouth as his red toothbrush was clamped between his lips. Kiyoomi rinsed his mouth before looking back at the blonde boy, smiling lovingly as he lightly squeezed his waist, a silent reassurance of "hey. We're gonna be alright."  This was enough to calm Atsumu's nerves for a bit as his leaned his head onto his husband's shoulder, continuing to lazily polish his teeth a pearly white.

After spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing his mouth clean, he leaned up to press a kiss to Kiyoomi's jaw line and wrap his arms around the taler's waist, snuggling into him. "I love ya Omi." Atsumu whispered as he inhaled his husband's smell, smiling softly as his eyelids closed. "I love you too sweetheart." Kiyoomi replied as he held the blonde close to his chest, letting his face fall into the soft hair. They stayed there for god-knows how long, never wanting to let go of each other. Scared of letting each other slip out of their reach. But still standing there in complete utter peace. Letting time pass them by as if it meant nothing. Wishing it to stop for even a moment to allow them to bask in the comfort of their loving embrace. Giving them just a second more with each other.