the chaotic adventures of sakuatsu.

•take a break•

osamu sat in his study room, clutching the same papers which was kiyoomi's letter that was sent to him on his way.

he read and read the lines, each sentences, each paragraphs. he notices the way it was wrote differently.

he chuckles at how frantically kiyoomi writes this letter judging by some of the ink spluttered and some letters are unrecognized.

this is their daily letters, occasionally ranting to each other. about the essays, the congress, the people from his work place, kiyoomi's rivals and osamu's husband.

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meanwhile, kiyoomi is still in his office, writing another essay to complete his job not until a knock is heard.

"omi?" the voice asked, kiyoomi immediately looking at the door. atsumu stood there, fully dressed.

"yes?" he asked, taking his glasses off. atsumu sighs, already stressed out.

"take a break" he simply said, walking in. kiyoomi looks down, not answering.

"i'm on my way, just give me a minute to finish this" he manages to say. atsumu glares a bit. "there's a little surprise before supper, and it can not wait" he argued back.

"atsu, i'll be there, just save my plate" kiyoomi sighs, just wanting to finish his job.

"sakusa kiyoomi" atsumu warned and it made kiyoomi flinch. he chuckles nervously, immediately going out of his office. "let's go then"

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"wait, what's the occasion again?" kiyoomi asks, looking at their dining table.

it was filled with various of foods, including his favorite one. as if it was a feast and just a little number of people in it.

atsumu looks at him, a rather offended look. he smack his husband's head, glaring at him.

"it's your son's birthday. your son is 9 years old today" he said. kiyoomi felt stupid. how the hell did he forgot his dear son's birthday? stupid congress.

"he has something he'd like to say. he's been practicing all day" atsumu said, looking around just to see his son behind him, nervous and his hands shaking. he smiled softly, ruffling his locks saying "sumi, take it away" he kissed sumi's forehead, and pushing him in front of kiyoomi.

the 9-years old kid scratched his nape, trying to calm himself up. "uh hi pops..." he started, his ears flushing red. kiyoomi looks intimidating in sumi's perspective but in kiyoomi's perspective, his heart bursts from his son's cute habits.

" my name is sumi, i am a poet. i wrote this poem just to show it" he started, gaining lots of attention from their guests. "and i-i just turn 9" he breathes heavily. "you can write rhymes but you can't write mine"

kiyoomi shook, suddenly feeling his son's confidence radiating within him. "i'm practicing kansai and play piano with my mother" sumi started letting his feelings out. 

"i don't want a little sister, i want a little brother!" he whined. atsumu choking as his face flushed red and kiyoomi smirking at his husband. 

"my daddy's going to be japan's pride!" sumi cheered, kiyoomi can feel himself tear up. their guests cheered. kiyoomi immediately opened his arms, as sumi ran up to his father immediately hugging him. carrying his son, kiyoomi proudly said "this is my son!" atsumu smiled, going up to his family.