Mr. Bartender // SakuAtsu

Chapter 4

"Are you ready to see the inside?" He asks, "Mhm," Is the answer he got as they lock eyes.

By the time they even reached the building, they had already let go of each other's hands so they went up the steps and in through the doors, side by side.

By this time, Atsumu's completely sober. The alcohol in his system has worn off on their walk to Kiyoomi's apartment.

Atsumu was amazed by every little thing on the way to the elevator.

The stairs, the floor, the chandelier, the walls, the office. Every little thing. He hasn't really been anywhere too fancy since he lives in a small apartment and most of his money goes to rent, the rest for food and toiletries with almost none left for anything else.

"Wow... this looks amazin'" He mumbles as they enter the elevator. Looking at the buttons, he watches as the taller male pushes one 'Floor 30.' Atsumu thinks quietly to himself. As they reach the highest floor, the doors open to a small hallway. They walk through until they got to the end, which has a set of double doors, and it requires a pass code to get in.

Kiyoomi types out his pass code on his door security system, not worried about Atsumu watching or the possibility of him spilling the code.

Once the doors unlock and open, they walk inside and take their shoes off.

"Just put your shoes to the side, right there." Kiyoomi points to a small section of his front hallway closet. There's no dust or even dirt in sight as Atsumu crouches to put his shoes where he was told. Right as he stands, Kiyoomi is nowhere to be seen, although, the light down the hall is now on.

"Um, Kiyoomi?" Atsumu calls, walking down the small hallway and into the living room. But then he sees the city view. He practically runs over to the wide windows, looking into the city with complete stars in his eyes. Unaware of the male who walked into the room.

"I'm right here."

The blond turns around and there stands Kiyoomi. A shirt in hand instead of on himself, causing Atsumu to turn a dark shade of red.

'He's hotter than I thought... His arms, abs. Body.' His thoughts go wild, out of control to where they lead. 

"Are you okay?" The taller asks, taking a step forward, "You're super red, do you have a fever?" The blond doesn't see that he's smirking underneath his mask, and is completely unaware that he's about to touch his head.

Kiyoomi feels Atsumu's head with his wrist making the shorter yelp in surprise and take a step back, tripping over the living room table. Preparing for impact with the floor, he closes his eyes, only to never feel the impact.

Opening one eye ever so slightly, Atsumu sees how close Kiyoomi is. As he opens both, still flushed, he realizes that the others arm is around his waist, holding him up. Mask down, just under his chin.

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TW-  SMUT BELOW

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"Your face is hot..." Atsumu mumbles, unaware of speaking out loud.

"Oh is it now?" He asks in a teasing tone.

The shorter males eyes go wide, face flushed and lost for words. Suddenly, in the midst of Atsumu's flushed self, wondering why he was so confident at the bar, Kiyoomi picks him up bridal style and whispers in his ear.

"What would you like to do?" He then sits on the couch, putting the shorter next to him. Quickly, the blond shoves his face into Kiyoomi's shoulder, hiding his blush and he takes a moment to realize that he's turned on.