Atsumu’s a jerk in everyday life, but on particularly bad days, sometimes even Kiyoomi needs to try a little to keep up. As they sit on Atsumu’s couch for their weekly hangout after that gruesome car ride, Kiyoomi scrolls through the endless movie options.
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With a loud, exasperated sigh, Kiyoomi puts the remote down.
“Miya,” Kiyoomi says even though he hasn’t called him that in ages, “shut up for a moment.”
“Don’t ya call me Miya, ya bastard.”
The flutter in Kiyoomi’s chest is another sign for how fucked he is.
First, Atsumu’s eyes widen comically large. Then, he squints and reminds Kiyoomi, “Ya’ve told me I’m a jerk three times today.”
Kiyoomi simply nods. “And I stand by that. It seems that I like you despite of that.”
“Hold up,” Atsumu says, “Do ya
“Despite of that,” Kiyoomi says a beat too quickly.
The smirk turns into a full-blown grin at this point. Atsumu leans in closer, dangerously so.
Kiyoomi keens at the insult like others at praise. “Fuck off,” he bites.
“You fuck off,” Atsumu laughs as he grabs a fistful of Kiyoomi’s shirt and pulls him in for a searing kiss.
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