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atsumu’s a very touchy-feely person; he& #39;s always patting his teammates on the back, ruffling their hair and hugging them– oh my god there& #39;s so much hugging.
kiyoomi’s a very observant person so he has noticed a couple of things about atsumu’s hugs.
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atsumu’s a very touchy-feely person; he& #39;s always patting his teammates on the back, ruffling their hair and hugging them– oh my god there& #39;s so much hugging.
kiyoomi’s a very observant person so he has noticed a couple of things about atsumu’s hugs.
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1.- when he hugs people he holds them with everything he has, atsumu hugs with an arm around the shoulder and a hand cradling the back of a head, sometimes intertwining his fingers into soft hair. he hugs people almost as if he were trying to fuse with them, to become one.
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2.- he hugs in different ways depending on the occasion; after a game his hugs are accompanied by laughter, he sometimes spins the person he’s hugging, celebrating and basking in the victory. sometimes his hugs come with whispers against one’s ear, +
with reassuring words after a loss, with “i miss yous” (this one’s reserved for his family). sometimes he’s the one that needs to be held, those hugs are different, atsumu isn’t one to ask for help out loud, so those hugs most of the times happen after +
a tug at the hem of one’s shirt, shyly, quietly.
3.- atsumu’s never hugged kiyoomi.
and while it’s true that kiyoomi doesn’t like to be touched by many people, sometimes he wonders what it would be like to be held by atsumu, with so much love, +
3.- atsumu’s never hugged kiyoomi.
and while it’s true that kiyoomi doesn’t like to be touched by many people, sometimes he wonders what it would be like to be held by atsumu, with so much love, +
maybe it’d be like touching the sun, so warm and bright. or maybe he’d burn, either way, he’d like to find out.
the problem is, atsumu would never touch kiyoomi without explicit consent because he just happens to be one of the most considerate people kiyoomi has ever met, +
the problem is, atsumu would never touch kiyoomi without explicit consent because he just happens to be one of the most considerate people kiyoomi has ever met, +
and kiyoomi has made it very clear that he doesn’t want to be touched (by anyone other than atsumu).
and kiyoomi knows he could just, open his mouth and tell atsumu how he feels, but telling him that he wouldn’t mind to be held by him– only him –feels way too intimate, +
and kiyoomi knows he could just, open his mouth and tell atsumu how he feels, but telling him that he wouldn’t mind to be held by him– only him –feels way too intimate, +
too vulnerable.
kiyoomi knows it’s selfish of him wanting to be held like that by the boy that has his heart in a chokehold, he knows the hugs are platonic, so wanting for them to mean something more just isn’t right.
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kiyoomi knows it’s selfish of him wanting to be held like that by the boy that has his heart in a chokehold, he knows the hugs are platonic, so wanting for them to mean something more just isn’t right.
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the breaking point comes one day after a loss, a loss that had been kiyoomi’s fault.
the team had reassured him that it hadn’t been his fault, but kiyoomi was too blinded by the victory he could almost taste to notice the three-man block who successfully +
the team had reassured him that it hadn’t been his fault, but kiyoomi was too blinded by the victory he could almost taste to notice the three-man block who successfully +
managed to block his spike, scoring the victory point.
everyone else had already left the gym, hurrying to shower and go home to their loved ones, but kiyoomi stayed, too exhausted– both physically and emotionally –to stand up from where he was sitting on the floor, +
everyone else had already left the gym, hurrying to shower and go home to their loved ones, but kiyoomi stayed, too exhausted– both physically and emotionally –to stand up from where he was sitting on the floor, +
knees brought up to his chest and forehead resting against them. out of the corner of his eye he saw atsumu outside of the gym, hugging bokuto; the spiker was squeezing atsumus waist, his face in the crook of the setter’s neck, and atsumu was running his hands through damp hair.+
when bokuto left, kiyoomi stood and walked towards atsumu, his leg were faster than his brain, and it didn& #39;t register what he was doing until he was standing in front of atsumu.
“omi-kun! do you want to have dinner at mine tonight?” he says, +
“omi-kun! do you want to have dinner at mine tonight?” he says, +
and god his smile is so bright kiyoomi almost feels compelled to look away.
“atsumu, could you hug me?” kiyoomi whispers, completely ignoring atsumu’s question and looking away, trying to hide the blush that’s creeping up his cheeks.
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“atsumu, could you hug me?” kiyoomi whispers, completely ignoring atsumu’s question and looking away, trying to hide the blush that’s creeping up his cheeks.
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suddenly there’s arms wrapping around him like a warm blanket, he shivers under atsumu’s touch, it’s too much and not enough at the same time. he feels atsumu bringing one of his hands up to cradle the back of his head, and when he slips fingers into his hair +
kiyoomi feels himself let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, bringing his arms to wrap tightly around atsumu’s waist. he brings his face closer to the crook of atsumu’s neck, breathing in deeply, he smells like lavender and all kiyoomi feels is warmth. +
he doesn’t notice that he’s crying until atsumu’s shoulder starts getting damp, but it’s been so long since he’s been held like this, like he were something precious. he pulls back and atsumu keeps his hands at the back of his neck, stroking the hair in his nape lightly.
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“are you okay?” atsumu asks in a whisper, bringing one of his hands to kiyoomi’s cheek, wiping his tears away.
“s-sorry” kiyoomi said, feeling a little embarrassed.
“hey, hey, look at me omi” and kiyoomi does, he lifts his gaze and sees atsumu, +
“s-sorry” kiyoomi said, feeling a little embarrassed.
“hey, hey, look at me omi” and kiyoomi does, he lifts his gaze and sees atsumu, +
golden boy himself, looking at him with warm honey eyes.
“atsumu, i-” he starts saying, but before he can finish atsumu’s pulling him into a tight hug again.
“i know, kiyoomi” he says, and kiyoomi melts once again against him.
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“atsumu, i-” he starts saying, but before he can finish atsumu’s pulling him into a tight hug again.
“i know, kiyoomi” he says, and kiyoomi melts once again against him.
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“i’ve wanted to hold you in my arms like this since forever you know?” atsumu whispers, pulling back a little to press a kiss against kiyoomi’s cheek.
“but i didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, so i waited”
“i’m sorry for making you wait” says kiyoomi.
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“but i didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, so i waited”
“i’m sorry for making you wait” says kiyoomi.
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“it’s okay, i won’t let you go now though, you’re stuck with me, kiyoomi”
“good”
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“good”
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they do end up having dinner that night, and as kiyoomi dozes off against atsumu’s chest on the couch after dinner he feels held, held by this beautiful boy whose love resembles the sun, and who looks at him as if he were the moon.