Undisclosed Desires

38. Wildest Dreams

No matter if he was awake or sleeping, he always looked effortlessly stunning. Atsumu sleeps so still, noticing that the first time you stayed over at his house, having to press your ear on his chest to make sure he was breathing.

Turning to the left side, it was empty. Kiyoomi's indentation was next to you, but the tattooed man was missing.

"Looking for me?" His whispered voice echoes from the balcony. Black hair flowing in the wind, shirtless body leaning against the railing, puffing smoke up to the air. "I thought you disappeared again." You truthfully admit.

Fingers caress the two moles above his eyebrow as he pushes his hair away from his face. In between your legs, he hovers over you in bed, smiling. It's not often you get to see his genuine smile. His eyes twinkle when he is sincere.

"I'll always come back to you." He whispers before colliding with your lips.

"And what about me?" A sleepy Atsumu pouts.

"Yeah, you too," Kiyoomi mumbles as if he is embarrassed because he was heard. But even with the slight redden cheeks, he leans towards the blonde-haired man, pecking his lips. He hastily walks out of the room to the living room, too embarrassed by his actions.

"I'm going to the beach." You excitedly say after breakfast. You've been here a few days, within walking distance to the salty ocean, but you've been indoors most of the time. You got a little preoccupied with the two shirtless men, but now is a perfect time to go.

"Not by yourself, your not." The blonde man eyes your swimsuit, the same one you wore yesterday, this time, however, without the skirt covering.

"Yeah, there's no fucking way." Raven-hair immediately states, tracing with his eyes the skillfully drawn purplish circles on your skin drawn by the two of them. Giggling at the two of them as they stood their ground, tippy toes to peck each on the lips, "Well, hurry up then." You tease them, walking towards the balcony, pretending as if you were going to leave without them.

The weekend crowds fill the beach as you walk swiftly behind Kiyoomi and his black shirt. He is fully clothed, even in a mask.

Atsumu walked behind you, unashamedly staring at your ass, of course.

It was like the time with the two bodyguards, just a lot more intense. Shimada was kind. You heard him say excuse me multiple times to people as you swerved by them. Even Takinoue, as serious as he is, his fury falls short of the man with the snake tattoos.

His tall stature, his all-black clothing in the middle of the burning heat, his mask hiding his face of displeasure towards humans, and his gaze could cut through anyone. He walked in a straight line. Not veering, not budging, not moving if there were people in front of him. Most people scurry out of the way as he trampled through. The few that dared play chicken with him eventually surrendered. "Excuse you." You heard a person huff.

"Get the fuck out of the way." That is what he answered as he continued walking.

It didn't make you angry, like the time at the bookstore. On the contrary, you almost wanted to pull them back into the bedroom and get soaked another way.

"Why does he always wear a mask in public?" You whisper to Atsumu. The entire time in the room, he walked around practically naked, beautiful sight to behold. But every time in public, he is always covered.

"Because he hates people." Atsumu laughs, almost like the answer was a given. Which it is.

"Oh, I just thought...never mind." Thought he was like Lev, trying to hide his identity.

"There is a lot of shame that comes with our line of work. Omi's job, in particular, I probably couldn't do. His tattoo is easily recognizable, and so are infamous tales of his poison. But that's the thing about him. He isn't afraid to show the world who he is. Well, sometimes." Atsumu laughs.