Shoyo-kun: Omi-san?
Omi-kun: I'm not telling you, no.
Bokuto-san: Let's just look at his profile. It should be there.
Omi-kun: Good luck with that.
Atsumu: Omi-omi?
Omi-kun: Stop. I'm never telling.
Atsumu: Fine, just let me guess.
Omi-kun: Guess all you want.
Atsumu: March 20th?
Omi-kun: No, no. You cheated.
Atsumu: Huh? I'd never cheat on you, Omi-kun. What do you--
Omi-kun: What? We're not even together yet, Miya--
Atsumu: You're confusing me.
Omi-kun: There's just no way you would guess my birthday right. Not even Motoya knows!
Atsumu: Eh? So I got it right?
Omi-kun: Out of all dates, why would you choose March 20th?
Atsumu: It was random, okay?
Omi-kun: I refuse to believe that. Now, tell me the truth.
Atsumu: What do you want me to tell you? It's not my fault if I'm good at guessing games!
Omi-kun: You cheated. I don't know how, but you did. Confess. I need to hear it.
Atsumu: I've always loved you--
Omi-kun: Not that kind of confession, stupid. C'mon.
Atsumu: So March 20th, hm?
Omi-kun: You're not getting away with that. Tell me now!
Atsumu: Okay, fine! I don't know if you'd consider it cheating, but I did base my guess from stuff.
Omi-kun: What kind of stuff??
Atsumu: You'd always end your emails with three dots for some reason. Your words almost never exceed twenty. I found it cute how you can express yourself with only a few lines.
Omi-kun: What? I don't do that--
Atsumu: Your phone and plate number ends with 03/20, Omi.
Omi-kun: And? That's random!
Atsumu: No, it's not. There was a short period of time, where we got the chance to choose the last four digits of our phone and plate numbers. I wanted to make mine 10/05 because I'm obsessed with those numbers, but 'Samu beat me to it.
Omi-kun: I'm still not convinced.
Atsumu: You always fold your handkerchief in three's, even your napkins. Literally anything.
Omi-kun: ...
Atsumu: Honestly, I said the first thing I thought of. I didn't cheat. I have never done that.
Omi-kun: Okay...
Atsumu: Um are you alright?
Omi-kun: Yeah. I feel like I should find you creepy, but a part of me finds you sweet?
Atsumu: Really?
Omi-kun: Don't tell anyone.
Atsumu: I won't. I just don't get why you'd keep it to everyone.
Omi-kun: I don't want people to know because I dislike presents, parties or anything that has to do with celebration.
Atsumu: That's not right.
Omi-kun: You don't know that.
Atsumu: You like all of those. You just don't like the idea of refusing everything over and over again. Who even wants that? It'll just make us come off as rude. We don't always have the time to explain things. No slipping up, if you slip away kind of thing? Better avoid people than disappoint them.
Omi-kun: Maybe you're right.
Atsumu: It's fine. You're fine. No one will judge you for it, okay?
Omi-kun: I've always loved you too, Miya. I just never told you.
Atsumu: You're kidding, right?
Omi-kun: No. Will you celebrate my birthdays with me, Atsumu?
Atsumu: Sure, but wouldn't you want to keep it a secret still?
Omi-kun: We can celebrate in secret. It's okay, if it's with you.
Atsumu: Stop.
Omi-kun: What's wrong?
Atsumu: You're making me feel special. Stop that. I'm gonna think you want me too.
Omi-kun: I do. Will you celebrate my birthdays with me? All of them?
Atsumu: Yes.
Omi-kun: That's a first.
Atsumu: Eh?
Omi-kun: You almost never use the word 'yes'. It's always a variation of 'yeah' and 'yep'.
Atsumu: You're creepy.
Omi-kun: We're both creepy.
Atsumu: So erm... Okay, yeah?
Omi-kun: Yesterday has been the best birthday for me. Thanks, Atsumu.
Atsumu: YESTERDAY??
Omi-kun: It's past 12am.
Atsumu: *checks his phone and sees the date on his screen* ...
Omi-kun: Don't feel bad.
Atsumu: Omi-kun...
Omi-kun: You already got me something. Don't feel bad.
Atsumu: I don't remember getting you anything. You're only saying that to make me feel better. God, I didn't know!
Omi-kun: You got me a boyfriend. Someone to celebrate my birthdays with me. That's more than enough.
Atsumu: I did? Why would I get you a boyfriend? I haven't even told you I have loved you since middle school. You probably don't remember, but we once met in some shady park. I got separated from my family and pretty much wondered around till I saw you. You were having a panic attack because some dog thought it was nice to jump on a stranger minding his own business. I didn't think I'd ever meet you again, but combined camp happened, then Youth Camp and now you're here with me camping in the same team. I don't really believe in fate, but meeting you that day happened. I love you, Omi-omi.
Omi-kun: I love you too, my boyfriend. My destiny.
Atsumu: Destiny, huh? I like that, but you know what's better? *Omi-kun shakes his head no* Calling me 'honey'.
Omi-kun: Destiny is superior.
Atsumu: Hard to say though?
Omi-kun: Hm, how about tiny?
Atsumu: Never say that again.
Omi-kun: Okay, fine! Honey it is.
Atsumu: Belated happy birthday, my Omi. My darling.
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#sakuatsu #shortstories
Fanfiction"What do you want me to tell you? It's not my fault if I'm good at guessing games!" "You cheated. I don't know how, but you did. Confess. I need to hear it." "I've always loved you--" "Not that kind of confession, stupid. C'mon."
