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To everyone’s absolute shock, including Kiyoomi’s, his first friend upon joining MSBY was none other than Bokuto Koutarou.
On Kiyoomi’s first day, the wild-haired spiker, that he remembered from high school as being an emotionally unstable mess, bound up to him and, unprompted, boldly declared that Kiyoomi had nothing to worry about. Bokuto shared that he was a normal ace who followed a strict routine now. Bokuto then proceeded to rattle off all the items on his daily routine, which included listening to the same playlist each morning to get into a good headspace. Said playlist was created by my best friend Akaashi, the best setter in the world! which Miya overheard and complained loudly at.
Bokuto was loud and didn’t necessarily understand the concept of personal space, but Kiyoomi had to admit that he admired the man's newfound emotional intelligence. And Kiyoomi loved a good routine. That first year, both men lived in the shared house MSBY provided. Slowly but surely, Bokuto started dragging Kiyoomi on morning runs, which he would follow by making them the same nutritious breakfast. Kiyoomi would drive them to practice, letting Bokuto connect his phone to the bluetooth sound system so he could play that playlist Akaashi created. They would leave practice together, swinging by the grocery store where they would get the same exact items they’d get every week. Bokuto would cook them dinner, as Kiyoomi unwinded with a single glass of red wine. Before bed, Bokuto would put on a television show which they would watch as Kiyoomi did a set of stretches he completed every night. When their eyelids grew heavy, they’d wish each other goodnight and retire to their rooms, only to start the routine over the next day.
Kiyoomi grew to value Bokuto’s friendship. He’d never had someone in his life who wholly accepted his idiosyncrasies and need for routine. Not to mention, Bokuto was incredibly clean and organized, per his new “normal” lifestyle. Kiyoomi had to admit: it was nice having someone to spend the day with.
Now, over a year later, both men continue living in the shared house. Hinata had lived there, for a while, when he first joined the team. Kiyoomi found he liked Hinata too, but Hinata soon moved out into an apartment so he would have a nice place for his boyfriend to stay when he visited. Bokuto and Kiyoomi, both being single, have no reason to find another place to live, so they don’t. And anyway, they’re friends who enjoy each other’s company.
Well, they’re friends until Kiyoomi wakes up to Bokuto blowing up his phone, causing Kiyoomi to briefly consider murdering Bokuto. It’s an off day, there’s no way in hell for them to be up so early. Kiyoomi fumbles for his phone, groaning when he has to open his eyes.
Bokuto
hello are u awake!!!
Bokuto
wakey wakey sleepy head!!!!!!
Bokuto
check the group chat omi omi!!!!
Bokuto
CHECK THE GROUP CHAT
Kiyoomi grumbles, firing back a quick Shut up oh my god. Kiyoomi then goes to a group chat some players on the team use. Participants include Bokuto, Miya, Hinata, Inunaki, Tomas, and Kiyoomi, who was added by Bokuto against his will. Pointedly missing are their captain and other older players. Perhaps the group chat name can explain why.
Kiyoomi clicks on “Bussy Destroyers”, named for the fact that each of the members like men to some capacity, and his heart jumps in his throat. Right there on his screen, at the ass crack of dawn, is a picture of Miya fucking Atsumu posing in nothing but skimpy underwear with the words “Calvin Klein” branding the bottom of the photo. Miya’s flexing his muscles, which looked ripped and glistening and tan. The tiny pair of white underwear leaves nothing to the imagination, creating a very obvious outline of his...of his…
Kiyoomi swallows, reading the chat.
Miya
*picture attached*
new ad just dropped 😜
Inunaki
Holy shit Miya just do porn at this point
Miya
are you saying you’d watch🥺
Inunaki
Fucking gross I just meant I didn’t want to wake up to a picture of your dick
Tomas
seconded.
Hinata
You look amazing Atsumu-san!
Miya
finally an appropriate reaction🤩 thanks shouyou💞
Bokuto
WOAH TSUM TSUM U LOOK HOT
Bokuto
i’m honestly so jealous u model for calvin klein!!!!
Bokuto
akaashi asked why i dont model for them too and i’m like wait ur right!! me and tsum tsum would have so much fun modeling together!!!!
Miya
noooooo calvin klein is mine bokkun! you have to find your own thing!
Me
You don’t own Calvin Klein idiot
Miya
aw i was wondering where sleeping beauty was
Me
Fuck off. Stop sending shit like that in this group chat.
Miya
last night shouyou was literally telling us about a threesome he had in brazil. along with pictures i might add. and you didn’t have a problem with that
Me
🤷🏻
Suddenly, Kiyoomi starts getting messages in a separate group chat called “SakuAtsu Shippers Plus Omi-san”. Kiyoomi groans, clicking on the chat.
Hinata
Don’t drag me into your foreplay with Atsumu-san
Bokuto
what was that phrase u taught me hinata? bricked up?
Hinata
Yeah!!
Bokuto
omi omi is sooooo bricked up over tsum tsum’s photos rn
Me
I’m bleaching my eyes after reading that. As if Miya could ever turn me on.
Hinata
…
Bokuto
…
Me
I sincerely hate you both
Hinata
Anyway, Atsumu-san looks reallyyyyy sexy in that pic, huh Omi-san?
Bokuto
oooo yeah! does the pic make u want to do anything to tsum tsum?
Kiyoomi sighs. This separate group chat was created by Hinata because he claims that Kiyoomi is “down bad” for Miya, whatever that means. When Hinata was living with them, the three of them got pretty drunk one night. Hinata filmed Kiyoomi going on about a ten minute rant about how hot Miya was. Quotes from the video include: “I want him to crush me with his thighs,” and “I would give him the best head of his life and then thank him. ” Seeing that video the next morning while hungover...yeah, not one of Kiyoomi’s finest moments.
Since then, Kiyoomi has admitted to himself that he finds Miya attractive. He sort of always had, since he was fifteen and just coming to terms with his sexuality. Seeing Miya Atsumu at training camp pretty much confirmed everything for him. So yeah, Miya is attractive, but Kiyoomi can’t help but notice how they’ve gotten closer recently. Miya always saves him a seat at team outings since Kiyoomi likes showing up late. Miya will run as many drills with Kiyoomi as Kiyoomi wants. Miya fends off assholes at the bar who bother Kiyoomi. Miya keeps extra masks in his bag in case Kiyoomi ever runs out. Miya is really respectful of his boundaries in general. Nobody makes Kiyoomi laugh harder than Miya, because Miya is actually really funny deep down. Kiyoomi admires how much Miya loves his friends and family. And Kiyoomi’s heart races when Miya sits next to him on the bus and actually allows their thighs and shoulders to touch and...and Kiyoomi is definitely down bad for him. Especially when he touches himself to the photos Miya sends of himself.
Heat creeps up Kiyoomi’s neck as he goes back to the other group chat and looks at Miya’s photo again. He presses on the photo so he can zoom in. Shit. Kiyoomi wants to ravish him in bed, but he also wants to kiss him over morning coffee. He wants it all, and with fucking Miya Atsumu. And Hinata and Bokuto know this, which is mortifying. Every time Miya sends photos from one of his ad campaigns, the group chat with the three of them blows up because Bokuto and Hinata like to tease Kiyoomi about his crush.
Today is no different. The two of them continue blowing up the chat as Kiyoomi gets ready for the morning. When he finally stumbles into the kitchen, Bokuto is in there and on his phone.
“You could say it to my face, you know,” Kiyoomi mutters, pushing him out of the way to get to the coffee maker.
“Akaashi’s visiting next month,” Bokuto says instead. Kiyoomi freezes, because Bokuto doesn’t necessarily sound happy, which is absolutely unheard of when it comes to Bokuto talking about Akaashi, considering Bokuto practically worships the ground Akaashi walks on.
Kiyoomi looks at him, and his stomach twists at the unease on Bokuto’s face.
“What’s wrong?” Kiyoomi asks.
Bokuto pouts, but doesn’t say anything.
“Are you...sick?” Kiyoomi says slowly.
Bokuto takes a deep breath. He mumbles, “Yes.”
Kiyoomi takes a step back, his ass hitting the kitchen counter.
“I’m…” Bokuto begins, building up a dramatic pause. “I’m lovesick.”
Kiyoomi breathes a sigh of relief, then glares at Bokuto. “Don’t scare me like that.”
“Sorry, Omi-Omi,” Bokuto bemoans, glancing at his phone and frowning. “‘Kaashi sent me another playlist and I realized I’m in love with him.”
“Just like that?” Kiyoomi is kind of shocked. That’s what makes Bokuto become self-aware about the fact that he very obviously loves Akaashi?
Bokuto nods, solemn.
Kiyoomi resumes making himself a cup of coffee. “Then what’s the problem?”
Bokuto doesn’t answer right away. After Kiyoomi has successfully added enough sugar and cream to his coffee to give himself a stomach ache, he glances at Bokuto. This time, Bokuto looks serious. His voice is low when he says, “I think I’ve always been in love with Keiji. He deserves the perfect confession. I really...I want him to love me back.”
Kiyoomi smiles softly. It’s sweet, the way Bokuto talks about Akaashi.
Bokuto adds, excitement slipping back into his tone, “Maybe you could help me with the confession!”
Kiyoomi makes a disgusted face. “Me?”
“Yeah! You and ‘Kaashi are kinda similar, so you can help me plan something he’ll like!”
Kiyoomi takes a large sip of coffee, weighing out his options. He could say no, which would mean Bokuto would plan the confession alone, or even ask Hinata to help. This option sounds tempting at first, but Kiyoomi knows a confession they plan will likely involve fire or some sort of explosive device, so that’s not good. If Kiyoomi says yes, he could make sure nobody dies in the process. And, well, Kiyoomi really does care about Bokuto. He wants to see him happy. And he likes Akaashi, too. He thinks being with Akaashi would be good for Bokuto.
The only problem with saying yes is that Kiyoomi has never even had a boyfriend (he doesn’t think the string of hook-ups he had in college counts), so he has no idea where to start when it comes to confessing. However, Bokuto is sort of right. Maybe he just needs to think about what confession he would want, and surely Akaashi would enjoy something similar.
Kiyoomi sighs. “Alright, I’ll help.”
The way Bokuto lights up at his words makes it worth the trouble he’s about to get into.
Over the next week, Bokuto sends Kiyoomi tons of confession ideas. Kiyoomi is not at all surprised to see “light off fireworks,” and “spell out ‘I love you’ with fire” on the list. Kiyoomi firmly shoots down the more dangerous ideas but helps Bokuto flesh out the more doable ones. To Kiyoomi’s own dismay, he thinks about how he’d want Miya to confess to him if Miya actually returned his affections. He decides he’d want it to be something private, and involve something meaningful to them. He’d want Miya to keep it simple, because Miya returning his affections would be more than enough. So, he goes down that route with Bokuto, telling him to think about something simple but meaningful he can surprise Akaashi with.
Besides the confession planning, Kiyoomi’s life goes on like normal. He throws himself into drills at practice and does his best to ignore the way Miya’s shorts ride up when he jumps.
Also not unusual, these days, is for Miya to ask him to stay late to get extra practice in. Kiyoomi pretends to be put out, but Miya gives him a knowing smile. So, Kiyoomi stays behind and Bokuto gets a ride home from Inunaki.
“Omi-kun!” Miya calls, effortlessly sending the ball flying to the perfect position for Kiyoomi to slam it down onto the other side of the court. Kiyoomi puts a spin on it, and it ends up being a pretty nasty line shot that hits the ground with a boom right on the line.
“Yes!” Miya cheers, jogging over to give Kiyoomi double high-fives.
Kiyoomi returns them, his palms stinging from hitting the ball and making contact with Miya’s hands. Miya looks ecstatic, a wide grin stretching across his face. Kiyoomi turns away, bringing the front of his jersey to his mouth to hide his smile.
“We’re getting faster. The Adlers are really in for it now,” Miya says, laughing.
“We won the last time we played them,” Kiyoomi points out, walking off the court and toward the bench. Miya follows him.
“Yeah, but it was way too fuckin’ close for my comfort. Wanna help me practice my new serve? I just need ya to stand on the other side and try to receive it.”
“Easy enough,” Kiyoomi says, just to make Miya squawk in protest. Kiyoomi adds, “I will in a minute.”
Kiyoomi collapses on the bench, sighing as he reaches for his water bottle. Miya mirrors him, taking a sip of his own. Miya is silent for a moment, pulling his phone out of his bag and scrolling through notifications. Kiyoomi allows himself to look at Miya, and if Miya notices him staring he doesn’t say. Despite all the product he uses, his bleached hair is starting to fall onto his forehead, damp where it clings to his forehead with sweat. Sweat also pools in his cupid's bow and drips down his temple. It should be disgusting to Kiyoomi, but Miya’s tanned skin looks glistening and warm. His cheeks are slightly flushed too, and Kiyoomi thinks he looks unfairly beautiful for someone in the middle of intensive training. This close, Miya smells like some combination of sweat and his cologne, and it’s heady and musky and absolutely delicious to Kiyoomi. It’s also safe, a smell he associates with feeling cared for and secure. He can be himself with Miya, it’s always been that way. It’s comforting, even if Kiyoomi is hard pressed to admit it. Kiyoomi’s eyes drift to Miya’s phone, and he almost chokes when he sees a photo of Miya wearing nothing but white underwear on the screen.
Miya flickers his amber eyes at Kiyoomi and smirks. “Got some new campaign photos sent to me. Wanna see?”
And fuck, Kiyoomi should say no. Sure, they’ve flirted casually. Kiyoomi knows Miya is a natural tease, so they’ve had more than enough suggestive conversations and more than enough lingering gazes. Kiyoomi knows it’s just the way Miya is. It’s not the way Kiyoomi usually is, but it’s just so natural to slip into that given the back and forth they have. However, that’s always been in front of other people. They’ve never really leaned into that when they were alone. Boundaries, and all that. So, Kiyoomi should say no. He definitely shouldn’t encourage this in private. But...he really wants to see those photos.
Kiyoomi rolls his eyes. “You’ll send them in the group chat anyway, so let’s just get it over with.”
In a low voice, Miya says, “Aw, don’t be like that. I wouldn't mind if you looked at them in private, too.”
Kiyoomi’s heart jumps in his throat as holds Miya’s hooded gaze. Miya hands the phone to him, and their fingers brush as Kiyoomi takes it. Kiyoomi hopes that he can’t feel the slight tremble in his hand. Kiyoomi breaks eye contact to look at the photos, and his face burns as he does. He scrolls through the photos of Miya doing various poses, all of them aiming to make his thighs and bulge the main attraction. And they definitely are. His thighs look massive and muscular, yet well proportioned to the rest of his sturdy body. Kiyoomi’s eyes also focus on the bulge, made more obvious by the white fabric. Kiyoomi bites his lip, thinking back to the words he said to Bokuto and Hinata when he was drunk.
Kiyoomi looks at Miya, and his heart races. Miya is looking at him like he wants to devour him, all hungry eyes and feral smile.
“What do ya think?” Miya murmurs, and Kiyoomi is suddenly aware of how close they’re sitting.
Kiyoomi clears his throat. “They’re...decent.”
“Decent?” Miya echoes, narrowing his eyes at Kyoomi. “Wasn’t really going for decent. Was goin’ for dirty.”
“You know what I mean,” Kiyoomi chokes out, brain going sluggish at the sinful way Miya growled dirty.
“I don’t. Please elaborate, Omi-kun.”
Miya is teasing him, trying to make him admit he likes the photos. What the hell?
Kiyoomi stays silent, not rising to Miya’s bait. His heart is beating so rapidly against his ribcage it’s nearly painful, and there’s heat creeping up his neck. Miya is just... overwhelming.
“You know,” Miya whispers, his eyes unfocused and hazy. “I have other photos I could send ya, when you’re alone. All you have to do is ask nicely.”
“Screw you,” Kiyoomi breathes, but it lacks any heat.
Kiyoomi is going to die. Miya fucking Atsumu is going to be the death of him, considering those words go straight to Kiyoomi’s dick, making it fill in his shorts.
All of the sudden, Miya’s phone starts ringing in Kiyoomi’s hand, causing them both to jump. Kiyoomi looks down, and sees an incoming call from “Akaashi-kun🤓💞”.
Miya laughs, a little forcefully, snatching the phone from Kiyoomi and standing. Miya glances at Kiyoomi.
“Sorry, I gotta-” Miya cuts himself off, jogging a few feet away and answering the call.
“Aw, miss me enough to call me twice today?” Miya coos into the receiver.
Kiyoomi stares at Miya’s back in shock. What the fuck? As far as Kiyoomi is aware, Miya and Akaashi only see each other when Akaashi comes to MSBY games to support Bokuto. They’re friendly, sure, but not friends. Kiyoomi has never seen Miya and Akaashi interact one-on-one, certainly not enough to the point where they’d have each other’s numbers and speak on the phone multiple times a day.
Miya laughs sweetly at whatever Akaashi says. “I know, I know. You don’t have to remind me so many times. I’m not hopeless.”
A beat of silence.
“Aw, shuddup, Keiji-kun!”
Keiji-kun?
Miya squeaks at Akaashi’s response. “I’m not alone. Maybe we should talk about this later.”
Kiyoomi quirks a brow. So, whatever they’re talking about isn’t something he wants Kiyoomi to overhear.
“Yeah, I’ll call ya when I get home. Don’t worry. This is important to me, too. I care about ya, Keiji-kun.”
Kiyoomi feels his heart drop to his stomach. He’s not sure what the nature of their relationship is, but they’re seemingly close. Kiyoomi feels a sudden hot flash of jealousy. Not wanting to hear anymore, Kiyoomi stands and starts toward the locker room and away from Miya.
“Keiji-kun, hold on for one sec. Hey, Omi-kun!”
Kiyoomi doesn’t stop walking as he shouts back, “Something came up. I’m leaving.”
“Hold up. I’ll walk with ya to yer car,” Miya offers quickly.
“No thanks. You’re on the phone,” Kiyoomi mutters.
Kiyoomi continues walking, hearing, “Nah, I’m still here, Keiji-kun. I’d never hang up on ya,” before slamming the door to the locker room shut behind him.
Kiyoomi comes into practice the next day in a particularly bad mood that he’s been in all morning. Bokuto had noticed from the moment Kiyoomi stalked into the kitchen with a permanent scowl on his face, but Kiyoomi wouldn’t admit what was wrong no matter how much Bokuto nagged him. Kiyoomi really doesn’t need to give Bokuto and Hinata more ammo to tease him with.
Sometime last night, Miya sent the campaign photos he showed Kiyoomi in the group chat, which Kiyoomi thought made the small moment they shared feel supremely un-special.
Kiyoomi secures his kneepads and listens to Bokuto go on and on about some manga as Hinata bounds over.
“Hey, you guys coming out with us tonight?” Hinata asks happily.
Every Friday night, Hinata goes out with his friends and extends the invitation to his fellow players. Recently, Kiyoomi has been saying yes so that he can spend his time with a certain setter. It’s exciting, having Miya’s attention when nobody else is paying them any mind. For the first half of the night, they’ll sit alone in a booth, drink, and talk. Miya has to lean in close so Kiyoomi can hear him over the music, and Kiyoomi can’t get enough. After a few hours, Kiyoomi’s drunk enough to let Miya pull him out on the dance floor. Kiyoomi holds onto him for dear life, not even caring how clingy he gets when Miya’s laugh is loud and clear in his ear. Afterwards, Miya gets him a rideshare and makes sure he gets in safely. Kiyoomi always wants to invite him along, but the words get stuck in his throat and Miya never offers to come himself. He always has to remind himself that Miya's just a flirty guy, and that when the party's over, so is Miya's interest in him.
“Of course!” Bokuto shouts at the same time Kiyoomi mutters, “No.”
“Aw, Omi-Omi! You have to come! We need to get you out of this slump,” Bokuto practically yells.
“Slump?” Miya echoes, sauntering over with his hands on his hips.
Kiyoomi splits his glare between Miya and Bokuto. “I’m not in a slump.”
Miya quirks a brow at him, and opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but then his mouth shuts.
“You’re coming, right, Atsumu-san?” Hinata asks.
“Uh,” Miya hesitates, and Kiyoomi narrows his eyes at him. Miya claps Hinata’s back. “Can’t tonight, Shouyou-kun. Next week for sure.”
Miya glances at Kiyoomi, but doesn’t say another word before exiting the locker room.
“He said that last week,” Hinata mumbles, pouting.
“And the week before that, actually,” Bokuto points out.
Kiyoomi frowns. Now that he’s thinking about it, it has been a few weeks since Miya has gone out with them. And if Kiyoomi really thinks about it, his excuses have been pretty vague. First one was video-calling a friend from home, and the second one was catching up on a mountain of housework. This time, Miya didn’t even offer up an excuse. Miya loves going out, so what the hell?
“He’s dating someone,” Inunaki says as he breezes by them.
“You think so?” Hinata blurts out.
“He looks at shit on his phone with a dopey smile and he doesn’t go out anymore. What else would it be?” Inunaki calls over his shoulder before leaving.
What?
Kiyoomi thinks about Miya’s behavior over the last few weeks, and he does recall Miya being enthralled by something on his phone. And suddenly he remembers what happened yesterday. Miya talks to Akaashi and hasn't told anyone on the team.
Yeah, I’ll call ya when I get home. Don’t worry. This is important to me, too. I care about ya, Keiji-kun.
Kiyoomi’s eyes widen. Holy shit. Is Miya dating Akaashi?
Hinata and Bokuto turn and look at Kiyoomi. Kiyoomi startles, hiding his blush by slamming his locker shut.
“Don’t look at me like that. It’s not me.”
Kiyoomi is thoroughly distracted during the rest of practice. He goes over every interaction he remembers Miya and Akaashi having. The last time Akaashi was in Osaka, Kiyoomi remembers Akaashi complimenting Miya Osamu’s onigiri, and Miya lighting up. Maybe that’s how they started getting close? Did Miya invite Akaashi to Onigiri Miya? Perhaps after hours? Kiyoomi feels hot with anger imagining the two of them cozying up at Onigiri Miya, and Miya feeding Akaashi food. He imagines Miya kissing Akaashi with the lights turned low, and it makes Kiyoomi so distracted that he doesn’t jump for the ball Miya sets to him.
Kiyoomi blinks, remembering where he is, and watches the ball hit the ground and roll pathetically away.
“What the hell?” Miya calls, pausing to wipe his mouth with his shirt.
“Sorry,” Kiyoomi mutters, jogging over and snatching the ball up.
“That was the perfect set and ya didn’t even jump for it,” Miya continues.
“I said I was sorry,” Kiyomi barks, meeting Miya’s gaze. In a harsh tone he adds, “And perfect set? You’re joking, right?”
“What was wrong with my set?”
“What wasn’t?” Kiyoomi spits at him, his entire body burning hot. “Even I could see that you were sloppy getting underneath it, and you set it too high because you were panicking. Even if I hit it, do you really think it would’ve gotten past, say, EJP’s strong defense? I’ve never seen Kageyama fuck up such an easy set.”
“Sakusa,” Meian warns from the sidelines.
Miya frowns at Kiyoomi, and he looks hurt. It’s been awhile since they’ve been genuinely mean to each other, since Kiyoomi was genuinely mean to him.
“What’s up with you?” Miya asks, and it doesn’t sound angry, which makes Kiyoomi feel like absolute shit.
Kiyoomi glances around, and notices everyone staring at him. Embarrassed, Kiyoomi turns away from Miya and gets back into position.
“Nothing. Let’s keep going.”
Miya doesn’t speak to him the rest of practice, and cuts out pretty soon after practice ends to take a phone call. Kiyoomi stares at him as he goes, still feeling bad about the way he treated him.
In the car on the way back to their apartment, Kiyoomi’s grip is tight on his steering wheel.
“You have to confess to Akaashi,” Kiyoomi blurts out.
Bokuto laughs. “I am, Omi-Omi. Over Christmas break, remember?”
“No,” Kiyoomi states firmly. “We have to move up the timeline. You need to confess when Akaashi visits in a few weeks.”
“Whaa-? Why?”
Kiyoomi sighs. He doesn’t think his plan is selfish. If Miya and Akaashi are starting to see each other, then Bokuto needs to act as soon as possible. Bokuto and Akaashi are destined to be together. And that way, Miya will still be single...okay, maybe his plan is a little selfish. “Just trust me. You shouldn’t wait.”
“Okay...if you say so.”
They lapse back into silence for a few minutes, until Bokuto gasps.
Kiyoomi flinches and does his best not to crash the car.
“The contract just came through,” Bokuto exclaims. “Guess what, Omi-Omi? I’m gonna be modeling for Calvin Klein with Tsum-Tsum!”
“What? Really?”
“Yeah! Our first photo shoot is the day before Akaashi comes. You should come!”
Kiyoomi thinks about it. Some part of him really wants to come just to see Miya model, no matter how turbulent things are between them right now.
“I’ll be there.”
It’s well past midnight, in a quiet home, when Kiyoomi sends Miya a message.
Me
I’m sorry
Miya’s reply is almost instant.
Miya
you can talk to me about anything, omi-kun. i hope you know that
Kiyoomi replies I know, but his heart aches, because he doesn't even know where he would possibly begin with telling Miya how he's feeling. The full extent of his feelings are terrifying, even to Kiyoomi himself.
A few hours later, Bokuto comes home and knocks softly on Kiyoomi's door. Bokuto knows him, knows that he's still awake because Kiyoomi can never sleep after having a bad day. Kiyoomi doesn't say anything as Bokuto sits on the edge of his bed.
"Akaashi deserves to know how I feel about him, but you know what? Tsum-Tsum deserves to know how you feel about him, too."
Kiyoomi hates when Bokuto is right. He rolls over to look at Bokuto, nodding gently. Bokuto smiles. "Did you do your stretches?"
"No," Kiyoomi mumbles, pouting.
"Cool. I didn't watch my show. C'mon, let's go."
Kiyoomi needs to figure out how to confess to Miya, but tonight he's just unbelievably grateful for Bokuto Koutarou.