Does he not know when to give up? Opening the door I shouted. “I told you to leave me alone Kazuya!” I said until I came face to face with Atsumu. “Kazuya came here?” He looked worried. “Shit, I’m sorry Tsumu, come in.” “You alright?” He asked and I only sighed. “Well anyways, Omi’s coming just now he went to get yer something or whatever he said.” Atsumu stretched as he laid on the couch. “You look quite comfy.” I pointed to his feet that still had shoes on them. “Just so you know you’ll clean any mess you make.” I glared as he cheekily laughed taking off his sneakers. “So, do yer wanna tell me about what happened back there?” The blonde sat up scanning me. “I don’t know how but Kazuya got my address and he wants us to get back together.” I sighed sitting next to him. “THE BASTARD SAID WHAT?” Atsumu fumed. “Yeah, I’m worried a lot though, how did he find my address?” I thought to myself out loud. “I should’ve beat the bastard back then.” He commented looking at my concentrated face. After a few more minutes of Atsumu trying to cheer me up and a lot of laughter later, Kiyoomi finally arrived with a handful of bags. “Kiyo, what’s with all the bags?” Puzzled, I peaked into the bag. “It’s the baby’s clothes.” He replied. “BABY?!” Atsumu abruptly stood up with widened eyes. “Keep it down ugly.” Kiyoomi glared at the shocked male. “Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you Atsumu.” I playfully smile taking a bag from Kiyoomi. “Rai, I thought I was yer favourite cousin.” Atsumu sniffled as his face visibly saddened. “Yeah sorry, anyways what did you get Kiyo?” I began emptying bags as I looked at the many articles of newborn clothing. “These are for a girl,” I hummed. “you should’ve wait until we get the ultrasound atleast.” “It’s gonna be a girl.” He stated confidently. “And how do you know that?” I rolled my eyes continuing to search through the clothes. Atsumu sat listening to our bickering with an amused smile. “Kiyoomi what the hell is this.” I muffled a laugh pulling a onesie that had ‘Dad’s little libero’ printed on it. He looked away trying to hide his embarrassment before pulling the clothing from my hands. “It’s probably a misprint.” “And what about these?” I pointed to the clothing that also had related prints on them. “There all misprints!” He quickly took the clothing away from eye sight. “I think they’re cute Omi don’t be embarrassed.” Atsumu chuckled out to which Kiyoomi sent him a glare that could kill. The rest of the time we were talking about the baby or their upcoming game.
