𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕪? - sᴀᴋᴜᴀᴛsᴜ

- 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 -

Wdym i like sangwoo? I freaking hate him🙄💅

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'Freaking classes all damn day.' Kiyoomi cursed to himself, as he opened the door and entered his room.

He was so tired, and completely frustrated after having so many classes in one day, because of the lectures he'd missed.

Kiyoomi groaned as he removed his jacket and hanged it. He noticed Atsumu's coat still hanging there.

He scanned the room; he wasn't there.

He left without his coat again?

Kiyoomi then caught scattered pieces of glass on the floor. He was quick to recogonise them, it was from that one glass box he had with him.

He then heard a rustle from inside the bathroom, and a sound of something dropping down on the floor.

"Atsumu?" Kiyoomi knocked the door, but to his surprise it was open.

The door slightly moved from the impact of the knocking.

He could see Atsumu inside, searching something.

He slid the door completely open.

Atsumu quickly hid his hands behind his back and panicked.

"O-omi!" His face was flushed, and he looked afraid.

"What are you doing?" Kiyoomi asked, unbothered.

"N-nothing!" The blonde stammered and took a step back, cautiously.

Kiyoomi was fast enough to grab him, he yanked Atsumu's hands from the back.

He stared at his hands before looking back at atsumu.

"What the fuck Atsumu??? What did you do??" He shouted.

Kiyoomi held atsumu's hands, that were cut, with blood dripping from them.

"I-I'm sorry omi, I really didn't mean to break it-" the blonde said, looking down, with tiny tears flowing from his eyes.

"Forget about that! What did you do to your hands??" Kiyoomi shouted again, his voice showing anger and concern at the same time.

"...H-huh? Uh I-I accidentally got cut by the glass.." Atsumu replied, looking down at the floor, that had a few drops of blood on it.

"Idiot!" Kiyoomi said, glancing at Atsumu's wounds again. "How many times have i told you to be more careful? And why didn't you treat your wounds?"

He looked up at atsumu.

"Don't tell me... you don't know how to treat wounds??" He asked doubtfully.

Atsumu nodded weakly, his face red and wet with tears. He was scared. When he broke the box, he was really scared.

What if it was important to Kiyoomi?

When he tried to do something about it, he got cut.

"Come here." Kiyoomi said, walking Atsumu to the sink, and rinsing the wounds with water.

"Owww!" The blonde flinched as the water touched his fresh wounds, cleaning the blood away from it.

"...does it hurt much?" The black haired male asked, looking at atsumu's pained expressions.

Atsumu hummed and closed his eyes tightly.

Kiyoomi sighed and focused on the wounds. He closed the tap and cleaned it with antiseptic liquid and cotton that he took from the shelves.