Mr. Bartender // SakuAtsu

Chapter 11

I actually don't remember if I gave Kiyoomi's coworkers names or not so yeah.

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Kiyoomi POV

Atsumu actually wants to talk? He's been avoiding me but now, while I'm working, he wants to talk? I wonder what changed.

I'm not exactly complaining. Just look at his beautiful, golden brown eyes, sun-kissed skin, lightly freckled face, soft fluffy hair, and god those thighs. He could kill me with them for all I care.

"Sakusa."

"Oh, hi Kenji-san." My coworker interrupted my line of thoughts.

I notice his face softens slightly. He's like an older brother to me. "Make sure you're focusing, you dropped a glass." Then he smiled before walking away.

What... I dropped.. a glass?

As I look up to Atsumu, his face is full of worry, staring at me, eyebrows furrowed. Did I really drop a glass? I quickly glance around me to check if anyone else is staring, thankfully only a few saw.. Shit.

When I looked down at the broken glass, I noticed a broom sweeping it up... "Huh?" I followed the broomstick up and found that Kenji-san was sweeping it, "Thank you..." I mumbled.

"Are you okay?" That same, angelic, soft voice said. Atsumu.

I nod before glancing down at the time. Oh, it's my break time. How long have I even been working?

"We can talk..." I mumbled to Atsumu.

His eyes went bright. He started smiling with such a beautiful bright smile. What happened to me? Why am I acting like this for him..? He practically jumped up and down in his seat with happiness and wasn't it such an amazing sight to see.

"Okay!" Then he stood and quieted down, almost like he was scared and nervous fiddling with his hand.

I saw him start to take a step right before he turned to me. "Um... Is there somewhere you'd like to go?" He asks and I nod.

3RD PERSON POV

Kiyoomi took a minute to sanitize his hands before opening the small gate that was attached to the counter.

"Come.." He mumbled as he used his head to gesture the direction they'll be going.

Slowly, Atsumu followed, eyes glued to the ravenette that walked partially in front of him. Walking into the staff room, past the lockers, and out the back door that leads into a small, open hallway. A door on the right and two on the left.

Kiyoomi could feel his coworkers eyes on them as he led the blonde away.

Atsumu opened his mouth to speak but before he could, the taller man opened a no-named door, urging Atsumu to enter.

So he did.

Finally they were in a small room by themselves. No interruptions or distractions. Just them.

"What is it?" Kiyoomi asked as he tried to search for any look of disgust or anguish in the blonde's face. His tone seemed slightly harsher than he intended but decided to ignore it.

Atsumu's face tensed at the tone, clearly worried that maybe he should've just stayed away like he originally thought of doing.

"I- uh- nevermind... It's nothin' you can go back to work." He turned and took not even two steps before Kiyoomi grabbed his forearm and pulled him back. A tight grip, though not tight enough to hurt him. "Atsumu..." A dark, deep tone laced with calmness and a softness to it.