It's fine.

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Kiyoomi sometimes really questions the choices that had him fall for this beautiful yet painstakingly oblivious setter. Atsumu was extremely ignorant of anyone showing any sign of liking him for all his observational skills. It was adorable to watch him get flustered, face flushing red when Kiyoomi decided to act boldly.

For all of his flaws, Atsumu was an undeniably cute person. His blushing face gave the spiker enough material to fawn over for quite a few days. But, his face wasn't the only cause of Kiyoomi's attraction toward the afore-mentioned blonde (after all he shared his face with his brother). It was the hunger in his eyes, the passion to rise above everyone in volleyball. It was the hidden side of his that the setter showed only to those he was close to, Kiyoomi being one of them. The soft, caring side showing vulnerability and trust.

It wasn't only the incessant "Omi-kun!" and "Omi-Omi!" but also a breathy "Kiyoomi." It was the promise of comfort in those eyes that seemed to be dripping with honey, turning gold under the sun.

If it were possible, Kiyoomi would have hidden away this mesmerizing piece of sunshine, afraid that someone might taint it. 'But', Kiyoomi thought, 'I could never do anything that would hurt my treasure.'

'It's fine.' Kiyoomi thought when Atsumu talked about his captain with a glint in his eyes that spoke for itself.

'It's fine.' Kiyoomi thought when he hugged a teary Atsumu that saw his captain and ace make-out. 

'It's ok as long as I can hold you close to me. It's ok as long as you can trust me.'

But this, this was a situation so wholesome and something so straight out of the spiker's dream that he thought he might still be dreaming.

It was quite a well-known tradition of theirs'. Friday night was, surprisingly, a stay-in and watch-movies-all-night night. Just the two of them, cuddling on Kiyoomi's couch under a single blanket, totally not a recipe for disaster.

It just so happened that it was Kiyoomi's turn to pick a movie genre while Atsumu chooses the movie. Feeling adventurous, the spiker decided on horror, a genre he knew that his sunflower hated all too well. It did mean that Atsumu gave him the stink-eye (which was too adorable for Sakusa to take it seriously) with a pout. This sight always left Kiyoomi a bit weak in the knees. It always brought his attention to the blonde's lower lip that was jutting out lightly. Looking red and plump and delectable. 

If he could, Kiyoomi would choose this genre again and again if only to see his sunflower whine, oh so prettily.

Back to Kiyoomi (and his gay panic), Atsumu had somehow climbed on Kiyoomi's lap, head tucked in the junction between the spiker's shoulders and neck while his body was situated sideways on the simping spiker's thighs, a blanket covering both of them.

Kiyoomi, on the other hand, was still, afraid of jostling Atsumu and having him move from his seat. Another jumpscare startled both of them as the setter buried his head in Kiyoomi's chest. Kiyoomi just prayed that the speed at which his heartbeat was beating couldn't be heard by the little fox on his lap.

"'S this okay, Omi-Kun?" At the sudden question, Kiyoomi raised an eyebrow as he looked at his scared sunflower. Honey-brown eyes stared right back at him, seemingly scared of the answer. The sight was so beautiful that Kiyoomi's last thread of self-control snapped. The hands that were previously deprived of the touch, came up to wrap around Atsumu's tiny waist. He hugged him tightly, pulling his sunflower closer to his chest. That would have been an answer enough in itself, but Kiyoomi knew that the pretty boy in his arms needed a verbal confirmation. 

"Ya, it is 'Tsumu." He answered, resting his head on the setter's head, feeling his sunflower humming against, seemingly happy with the answer. Kiyoomi ignored the rapid beating of his heart.

"Omi?" Came a tiny whisper from the boy wrapped in Kiyoomi's arms.

"Hmm?"

"I heard ya talkin' to Mori-Kun yesterday." Kiyoomi's heart dropped. he remembers going on a whole rant over how beautiful the freckles on Atsumu's nose and cheeks are. His stilled heart, now beating a mile a second, waiting for the pretty boy to feel disgusted, or to hear rejection coming from the little fox's mouth. After all, why would an angel like him love him? He was a germaphobe (even if he didn't act like it around Atsumu), he was cold, and at the start of their friendship, Kiyoomi was very rude to his sunflower. He regretted ever hurting the pretty setter.

"W-Well, wha-what did you he-hear?" He asked stuttering, afraid of the answer.

"I always wondered-- I didn' wanna have blind hope." Atsumu took a deep breath and looked at the man underneath him. Kiyoomi was trembling, gaze roaming all over the setter's face, memorizing it.

Finally gaining enough confidence, Atsumu asked the curly-haired boy, "Omi, do ya l-like me?"

Kiyoomi let out a harsh breath, 'This is it. It's now or never.'

"'Tsumu, before meeting you and getting to know you, I had never felt true happiness. The days that I see you, become the best days of my life. When we are not together, I countdown the days left until I can see you." 

Kiyoomi feels Atsumu choke on a sob, big honey-brown eyes looking at him. Even if it hurt Kiyoomi to know that his sunflower was crying, he was a man on a mission. So, he continued.

"You are so beautiful and radiant, lighting up any room that you walk into. You have never pushed me, always supporting me and never making me feel like I'm different. And you made me fall in love with you so deeply, I don't think I would ever love anyone this much. But,--" Taking a weak inhale, the spiker looked deep into the eyes of his love that were shining with tears, some already falling, down his flushed cheeks and further.

"But, if you feel disgusted or uncomfortable by my feelings, I will do everything in my power to remove the--"

"NO, OMI!" Came a shriek from the man in his lap. "No, Omi, please don' stop loving me. Omi, ya have helped me so much. Every day with ya is so special. Ya that me with so much care tha' I don' know wha' I would do if ya stopped it. I love ya, too, Kiyoomi. I love ya so much." Atsumu hugged his spiker tight, as if to stop him from leaving him (as if Kiyoomi would ever leave Atsumu willingly).

Kiyoomi was stunned. He couldn't fathom the thought, vaguely wondering if he was dreaming. But, one look at Atsumu, his flushed cheeks wet with the crystalline tears still falling from his warm eyes convinced him that this was his sweet reality.

"Atsumu." The spiker breathed before pulling the love of his life closer and hauling him into a kiss.

Kiyoomi felt warmth in his chest as he finally kissed the lips that haunted his dreams. Wrapping his arms around his sunflower's waist, Kiyoomi experienced a feeling of completeness. This was better than any dream he ever had. Atsumu fit perfectly in his arms, moving so sweetly, making the most wonderful breathy mewls. 

"I love you, Atsumu, I love you so much." Kiyoomi couldn't stop himself from uttering these tiny confessions on the setter's lips. 

Atsumu pulled back to give him a beaming smile that stretched his chubby cheeks and made his eyes turn to pretty crescents. Kiyoomi watched him with love-struck eyes. Atsumu giggled, much to his spiker's delight.

"I love ya too, Omi!" 

Alright, that's a wrap. Haha, sorry for making you guys wait sooooo long, actually, I was having a hard time, mental health-wise. I was recently diagnosed with depression. I can't promise that I will make regular updates but I will try. Anygays, as always, I hope you liked this part. Also, can everyone tell, Atsumu is my fav character, *nervous chuckling*.

Bye fellow weebs!



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