Cherry Picking「SAKUATSU」✔

5

Kiyoomi's thermometer read thirty six point two degrees Celsius. And just to be sure, Ushijima's thermometer also read thirty six point two degrees Celsius. Which meant that Kiyoomi wasn't sick. Which meant that his stomach had been flipping, and his heart had been thumping for no reason.

Well, maybe it wasn't for no reason.

After Kiyoomi found out that he wasn't sick, he decided that it was probably because of how far he was out of his comfort zone. And that both started and ended with Miya Atsumu.

Kiyoomi: you kissed me

Ten minutes later he got a reply.

Miya: yea. sorry

Kiyoomi: why??

He didn't get a reply after that one. Instead, he got Miya knocking on his door after dinner that evening.

"Hey, Omi-kun," He greeted when Kiyoomi opened the door for him.

"Miya," He replied with a nod, and then moved aside to let him in.

Kiyoomi took a seat at his desk, where some notes for his last class that day had been left open. He flicked through the pages of his textbook with his thumb, as Miya sat down on Kiyoomi's bed.

"So…" Kiyoomi said, and kept his eyes on the textbook.

"So, I kissed ya," Miya said.

"Yup."

They were silent for a beat. It was awkward, and Kiyoomi hated it. Things were never awkward with Miya. The two of them were usually perfectly in sync, even if most of their conversations before this whole situation happened were just a back and forth of insults and smug comments.

"Sorry," Miya said, and Kiyoomi looked up from his textbook to the man sitting on the end of his bed.

"I mean, I gave you permission," He shrugged. "I just didn't know where you were gonna… kiss, or whatever."

Miya's smile was tight when he replied. "I guess I just thought something like that would be natural to an outsider's perspective," He explained. "Kissin' goodbye, and such."

Kiyoomi raised an eyebrow, "Even though I was sick?" He chose not to mention the fact that he wasn't actually sick.

"Yeah," Miya said with a hum. "But ya seem to be doin' better."

Kiyoomi felt heat in his cheeks, and he cleared his throat, "Uhuh," He agreed. "Guess it wasn't too serious."

Kiyoomi watched Miya nod. He seemed different now. Maybe it was just because Kiyoomi knew him better now, or maybe he'd actually changed, but he didn't seem to be the obnoxious douche he used to be.

"Thanks for the okayu," Kiyoomi said. "And the Gatorade. They helped," They didn't, actually. Kiyoomi thought that maybe it was because he hadn't seen it being prepared, but whenever he thought about the Tupperware of porridge it left that strange sick feeling in his stomach. But Kiyoomi was sure that Miya would appreciate being thanked.

"Yeah, no problem," He said, and then he opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but snapped it shut quickly. Kiyoomi could hear the quiet 'clack' sound his teeth made when he closed it.

"What is it?" He asked.

Miya was silent for a second, before he let out a sigh. "We should probably talk about the things we can and can't do in public, cause I don't wanna make ya uncomfortable."

That's nice of him, Kiyoomi thought.

"Uh, sure," He said.

"Hand holdin' is obvious," Miya said. "We do it all the time."