Bumblebee Boy 🐝🖤

Chapter 7

- From Atsumu Miya
Hey omiii we should hang out!

- Sent to Atsumu Miya
Alright. When

- From Atsumu Miya
What about in an hour? We can go to that cafe down town!

- Sent to Atsumu Miya
Fine. Send me ur address and I can pick u up if u want

- From Atsumu Miya
Aw thx omi! Cya then <3

- Sent to Atsumu Miya
Uh bye

Wait. What the hell? A heart...?

Kiyoomi got dressed and sprayed aftershave onto both sides of his neck. He made sure he brushed his teeth and his hair. After that he put on a coat and climbed into his car. He drove to the address atsumu had sent him, and knocked on the door. A grey haired boy answered with a tired look on his face. "Tsumu your boyfriend is here."

"Boyfriend?"

"That's what he said. I'm osamu by the way. His brother." the grey haired boy held his hand out and sakusa shook it before introducing himself. "Sakusa Kiyoomi."

"Yeah i know. He talks about you enough."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm."

"Tch."

They made small talk and soon enough atsumu made his way down the stairs. They waved osamu off and both boys got into the car. "So where's this cafe then?"

"Uh just keep driving. Its on the corner... Ah there!"

Atsumu pointed to a small shop on the corner of the high street. They got out of the car and Miya waddled over to the doors which were being held open by Kiyoomi.

They took their seats at a table for 2 and read the menus carefully. "Whatcha gonna get? I'll go for the... Ongiri. It looks great!"

"Eh I'll just get the chicken katsu."

Atsumu nodded and signalled for the waitress to come over. She took the orders and whizzed off to the kitchen. Meanwhile atsumu was firing questions at Kiyoomi. After about a million of them, they had got to know each other pretty well. "You have any other friends then?" Kiyoomi looked around him, "Not really. Apart from my cousin."

"Oh. I'm yer friend then."

"Said who."

"Said me. Duh. I know ya pretty decently now, so we'll be even better on the court because we're friends."

"Tch. If you say so."

Then all of a sudden, a memory came to his mind that he'd forgotten about. It was pretty damn clear that atsumu hadn't gone to a family even because of his lame excuse and awkward actions.

"So how did your family event go then?"

"I- oh uh yeah it was hella freaking fun."

"That's it?"

"Yer...?"

"Whatever."

"Anyway! I say we get out of here. I know a good park we can go to!"

"Alright."

"Let me pay first-"

"No I can pay."

"Nah its fine-"

"Atsumu. Shut up and let me pay."

"O-Oh okay. Thanks!"

After Kiyoomi had payed, he followed the boy out of the cafe to the park and watched as he took a seat on one of the swings. "Me and samu used to come here when we were kids!" he nodded before taking the other swing seat beside him. They chatted about everything in general, just pretty much enjoying themselves in the autumn breeze.

Orange, red, brown and yellow leaves painted the tarmac and most of the trees were bare. Atsumu slowly rocked the swing back and forth slowly, holding both the chains attached to the seat. A huge shiver went down the blonde's back and his teeth chattered as the wind blew heavy gusts, shifting leaves as it spread through. "You're cold aren't you."

The blonde rolled his eyes and tutted as he glared at the curly haired boy. "Nahhh really?" He groaned sarcastically. "Ya know in the movies... When one person is cold, they give the other their jacket..."

"Not a chance. Let's just go back to mine. I've got something to give you anyway." Atsumu's eyes widened and he turned sideways on the swing. "Ooo a present?"

Kiyoomi got up off the swing and began to walk to the gate of the park and into the lot. "I mean if that's how you wanna see it, I guess." Atsumu soon got up and followed him back to the car.

Soon enough, they arrived back at sakusa's place and his mother stormed into the kitchen. "Hey honey. Who's this?"

"Oh hi there! I'm Atsumu Miya! Kiyoomi's best friend!"

"Tch." Kiyoomi replied with.

Is that how he sees me? His 'best friend'? Tch this kid I swear...

"Ah you're on the volleyball team right? The mbys or something..." Kiyoomi's mother pondered. "It's the msby. And yeah he is. I'm taking him upstairs." She smiled to herself with a a hint of a smirk. "Alright love. Door open though, remember."

"Mom what the hell?!"

"Haha don't worry Mrs sakusa. Lead the way omi!"

"Aww omi? Is that his name for you?" when Mrs sakusa said that, Kiyoomi shot her a glare and gritted his teeth at her. He said nothing and walked up the stairs, a curious Miya not far behind him.

When they got upstairs, atsumu sat on the bed and watched Kiyoomi sort through a pile of clothes in his room. "Here." He said as he tossed Miya a box with his name on it. "Oh what's this?"

"Your jersey and position. What were you going for?"

"Ah I wanted to be a setter if I'm honest. Like back when I was at Inarizaki High School. Did ya get yer ace position?"

"I- no I didn't. I'm an outside hitter and wing spiker."

"That's great omi. Don't be upset about it."

"I'm not. Open your box already. Hopefully it'll shut you up."

"Mean omi omi!"

Sakusa handed atsumu a pair of scissors and he slowly and steadily removed the tape from the box and delightfully peeled it off, a madly excited expression on his face. He first pulled out the gold jacket and admired it. He then pulled out the sleek black uniform with the number '13' printed on white on the back.

Miya got up and held the top half to his chest, twirling round in circles. "Do I look good omi?" Sakusa said nothing but blushed slightly and covered his face with both hands. "What's this paper thingy?"

"Read it dumbass."

Atsumu pulled a face at Kiyoomi and stuck his tongue out and briefly scanned the paper with his stunning hazel eyes.

"No way! I got setter! Isn't that great omi?!"

Kiyoomi stared down at the floor and mumbled an unclear 'mhm'. Atsumu came and put an arm around his neck. "Oi. Don't be sad omi omi. You should just try your best and coach might give you the spot!"

"Alright asshole. Get off me Miya."

"Haha okay. Wanna do this again sometime?"

"Sure. But did anyone tell you that there's a game on Wednesday I think it is..."

"Oh... Are ya going?"

"Yup."

"I'll just have to see."