someone in argentina: toto who’s that?
oikawa, pointing to iwaizumi: oh him? hes my ex
someone: …oh
iwaizumi: stop fucking calling me that [turns to the person] sorry i’m his fiancé
Atsumu, for all his blabbering on a daily basis, can’t express himself when he’s angry. He just communicates through jerky hand and arm movements and long exhales. Kiyoomi—resident Atsumu expert—can understand and differentiate each one.
tooru is close to tears, desperation laced in voice. but then, hajime laughs. he laughs, one of those genuine laughs that has his eyes squeezing shut and his dimple showing.
tooru feels his heart breaking. hajime must find him ridiculous.
when tooru is so focused watching a replay match of a team he’s going to go against & its getting late & hajime just sneaks up behind him & kisses his neck and whispers “let’s go to bed” and keeps kissing his neck until tooru gives in because neck kisses from iwa are his weakness
“So this is what makes life divine,” Kiyoomi says, tightening his hold on Atsumu.
“I’m all aglow, mmm,” Atsumu sings back, placing his hands over Kiyoomi’s. Even though he can’t see his face, Kiyoomi knows that Atsumu was smiling.
lay his head on their lap, and curl his body. He'll hide his face in the inner flap of their jacket and stay like that until he feels warm enough to function again.
The first time it happens, Bokuto cries on the spot, surprised that Kiyoomi would deem him comfortable enough.
With all his fussiness and time-consuming decision-making. Without an ounce of hesitation. Without a drop of annoyance.
Atsumu gets to be loved like this.
/end
He isn't complicated. It’s just that Kiyoomi takes the time to really pay attention to him.
Kiyoomi reassures Atsumu in his own way that Atsumu will never be annoying to him.
Kiyoomi who accepts and loves him completely.
"I want roasted chicken. Yep, that’s what I want.”
Kiyoomi smiles, also secretly pleased. He knew it was Oishi the moment Atsumu said he was looking for something with crunch.
Suddenly, Atsumu’s shoulders sag, bottom lip jutting out.
“But—“
When a smile that radiant is directed at you, you can’t help but smile back. And so Kiyoomi does.
“Okay, Omi.” Atsumu murmurs, eyes holding so much love, so much gratefulness, that it makes Kiyoomi want to kiss him until they can’t breathe,
the note he’s been working on for weeks finally ready to see the light of day: ‘For When Atsumu Can’t Decide What to Eat: A Decision Matrix.’
He continues to card his fingers through Atsumu’s hair with one hand, the other holding up his phone close to his face.
Osamu nearly drops on one knee when Suna offers to pay the full bill, but a promise is a promise and they split. Safe to say they went on many dates after.
“I want a boyfriend” no you don’t you simply want a mistreated and neglected prince so you can melt his cold wretched heart and show him what love feels like all while bewitching his mind body and soul.
#sakuatsu
“Mom, I’m dating Atsumu.”
At the counter, Kiyoomi’s mother freezes. Kiyoomi does too, unsure of what her reaction means.
She whirls around, narrowing her eyes at him. He winces, waiting for the fireworks surely coming his way.
“What day is it?” She questions. +
enemies to lovers iwaoi where oikawa steadily becomes more flustered around iwaizumi the more he learns how much iwaizumi isn’t fond of him. he has a hunch first, and then hears it from friends, until he’s in the man’s presence and being expertly brushed off
“he hasn’t been bothering me for a while,” iwaizumi notes thoughtfully.
“why do you care?” yamaguchi asks. “don’t you hate the guy?”
“i do, but it’s just... weird.”
“i take it back.” yamaguchi takes a bite of his popsicle. “you don’t hate him.”
“what does that mean?”
drama queen oikawa tooru and his evil boyfriend iwaizumi hajime
oikawa: sorry i cant talk rn in the middle of a crisis (sound of glass breaking) (sound of vacuum) (sound of person falling)
iwa: (dropping old plate) (turning on vacuum) (throwing box of hangers down the stairs)