Fangs || SakuAtsu (ON HIATUS)

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The words have aroused the interest of Atsumu, why did he not notice the other person before? His head turned momentarily toward Kiyoomi's, his mouth shaped like an 'o' as if he were going to say something.

"Oh? Ya do, Omi-Omi?"

Atsumu's emblematic taunting smile appeared on his face, possibly knowing that this new information wasn't the best thing to happen. Kiyoomi in return said nothing. Not even a bare nod. It was as if he took no recognition of noticing Atsumu. That's probably the wisest thing to do.

From there Atsumu tried to have a short conversation with the latter. Saying the most random facts about himself and how long he has lived there. However, something had caught Kiyoomi's attention.

"Yeah, 'Samu was all pissed off 'nd shit, but I couldn't just skip trainin'! So, I didn't."

The chuckle emitted from the fake blonde afterwards had a raspy undertone in it. That was most likely because of how late it was getting, or early. The sky still didn't have a single star in sight, but it was lighter than before. Where did the time go? Atsumu continued to ramble on about something along the lines of, 'Samu's a fuckin' bitch. He-'.

"Training?"

The words were merely a whisper, a mumble. Kiyoomi hadn't planned on saying it out loud, but his mouth and brain were two different things. This caused Atsumu to zip his lips, his attention heading towards the latter once again. He really couldn't take his eyes off him, could he? Atsumu buried his hands deeper within his pockets as his posture changed, he leaned forward, trying to get a better glimpse at Kiyoomi's face.

 "What ya say, Omi-kun?" 

There was positively a teasing tone, purposely bringing out the 'kun' at the end. Kiyoomi narrowed his eyebrows together, clearly getting annoyed. Atsumu somehow always knew how to irritate Kiyoomi, as if it was second nature to him.

"What kind of training do you do?"

Kiyoomi spoke again, his body turning to the right rather than starting to walk in that direction. Atsumu was close behind. Of course, he was. The golden eyes glanced at the street, they were heading down now, it shouldn't take long until they reached his own house. The two were closer, not by a large portion, but defined by some sort of improvement.

"I play volleyball! 'ave been for a couple of years now."

The expression on Atsumu's face had lightened up, having a large sense of pride. His eyes were screaming at Kiyoomi to ask him more, let him brag about how incredible he was at it. Kiyoomi refused. There was a roll-on on his shoulders, and the gesture suggested that it was something casual. The latter hummed a short one. Before the shorter of the two knew it, Kiyoomi stopped walking.

He caught it out of the corner of his eyes, stopping his feet just a few seconds later. Kiyoomi was looking at an apartment complex, his body turned in the direction of the building. The mysterious dark eyes shot a look at Atsumu before a voice was heard,

"This is my place. Goodbye, Miya."

Kiyoomi looked back at the building before beginning to take a few steps forward, indicating that he was going to his apartment. Atsumu lost, and began complicating ideas to steal the latter's attention one last time. He had an apartment, but his complex was a couple houses down from Kiyoomi's. 

"Oi! Omi-Omi, hol' up a second!"

It was quite a sudden outburst, not even the fake blonde himself knew what he was going to say next. Kiyoomi now had his gloved hand around the doorknob, his right wrist-twisting as if he was about to open it. He paused on the spot and Atsumu found it difficult to spot his reaction, but it seemed that he sighed. Most likely a sign of disappointment. The vampire turned his head in the direction of the voice, the what-do-you-want-eyes glared at him, waiting for a response.