Cherry Picking「SAKUATSU」✔

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"Well, what if ya told them that we're dating?" 

It was the most idiotic thing Kiyoomi had ever heard. Not because the idea of him having a boyfriend wouldn't stop Motoya's very unsettling quest for Kiyoomi to be less frigid, but because it was Miya Atsumu. The Miya Atsumu who he had relentlessly complained about to Motoya almost every day for the past two years; since the day they met at volleyball tryouts. He would simply never believe it. The idea wasn't even on the table, it was so out of the blue.

"How can we suddenly start dating, after two years of us bickering and arguing with each other?" Kiyoomi asked with a sharp glare. He sat back against his headboard, as he felt whatever was in his stomach crawl up the back of his throat. He took a deep breath, and forced it back down. This must be what a hangover was.

Miya shrugged, and sat down on the bed by Kiyoomi's legs, "Ya never heard of boys who pull pigtails?" He said, "We could say that yer constant yappin' was you tryna get my attention."

Kiyoomi reached forward and slapped his arm, "Don't be ridiculous. Why am I the one looking for your attention in this scenario?" The action made his head feel dizzy, so he sat back carefully, and took a deep breath.

"Cause I'm the best setter on the team?" He suggested, clearly not bothered by Kiyoomi's uneasy stomach and pounding head, "I'm good lookin' and I've got a nice body. A lot of girls are always after me, so I must be doin' somethin' right, Omi-omi."

"Yeah, but I don't give a shit about any of that," Kiyoomi replied, and let his face fall in what he hoped was such a deadpan look, that even someone like Miya could understand his lack of enthusiasm for this plan. "Your personality cancels all of that out, anyway. The girls are only after you because they've never had the displeasure of actually talking to you." 

Miya placed a hand over his heart and threw his head back with a dramatic sigh, "Ya wound me, Omi-kun," He wailed loudly. 

Kiyoomi winced at the noise, kicked him with his blanket covered foot and scowled, "If you're so popular, what were you doing taking care of me last night?" He asked. "You'd think that someone in such high demand would have other people to talk to."

Miya's fake crying faltered, and for a second his face was completely blank. It was only a second, though, because the smirk that usually had Kiyoomi's temper prickling was back. "Well, I hadta look out for my teammates, Omi. I'm not a monster."

He was a monster, in a way. It was one of the few things that Kiyoomi actually admired about Miya. He was a genius on the court, and despite his overly harsh critiques of his teammates, he usually made great points that ultimately led to improvement. It was something that made Kiyoomi briefly consider his proposal. 

Because despite not being very compatible in terms of any kind of relationship, they were extremely compatible as a duo. They could read each other so well, that Miya seemed to be able to tell by even the smallest twitch in Kiyoomi's wrist which way he was planning on hitting the ball. And Kiyoomi knew by the quirk of Miya's eyebrow where he was going to toss.

Kiyoomi sighed, because he had a feeling that this was going to happen. "Well, I'm open to the idea," He said, after a beat of silence, "But I think it would be more effective with someone who isn't you."

Miya squawked in offense, "Excuse you?" 

"Well, everyone knows we don't like each other," He explained, "It's just not believable."

"Trust me," Miya said, "It's definitely believable."

Kiyoomi frowned, "What do you mean?" He asked.

"People already think we slept together," He gestured to Kiyoomi's phone, which was face down on the bedside table, "We just tell Komori and Sunarin that we're thinkin' of making it more exclusive. It's not that difficult."