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Life was going great. Unimaginable things had happened to him since he graduated high school.
He got the man of his dreams, became a pro volleyball player, all while handling diabetes.
So when his birthday came around, he though he deserved to celebrate. He worked hard for what he had and he wasn’t gonna let anybody ruin it for him.
He talked with his brother and they decided to go on a kinda double date but not really.
He, Omi Omi, Osamu, and Suna would be going to a restaurant to celebrate his birthday and all his accomplishments.
He used to hate restaurants. People would stare every time he pulled out the syringe. They were always so nosy. Half the time Atsumu wanted to walk up to them and forcefully turn their heads away. The other times, he just wanted to crawl in a hole.
But being a Pro volleyball player came with being in the spotlight, all eyes and cameras on you. So he got used to the attention.
The week came and went, he practiced with the team, went on a date with Sakusa, and the week came to a close with his birthday dinner. The week was good, what better way to finish it off than with a dinner all about him.
Practice came to a close and off he went to the locker rooms, to wash off and hurry to the designated restaurant.
The pulled up 5 minutes late. It wasn’t his fault the coach released him late.
It was a cute little cafe of sorts, the interior was small but had a warm, homey feel. Sakusa personally knew the owner and swore her food would make a saint sin.
They stepped in through the front doors, a little bell signaling their entrance into the cafe. They walked as fast as they could over to Suna and Osamu.
Once they made it over to them, his brother gave him an unimpressed glare and checked his watch.
“7 minutes late to your own birthday dinner. Really.”
“Hey, hey it’s not MY fault coach let us go late. And you’re really so upset of 7 minutes. Come on ai thought you were more mature than that ‘samu.”
“Oh you wanna see mat-“
Suna broke in, not wanting a fight to break out already. The evening was still early. They would have plenty of chance to fight later on.
“Ok, that’s enough, you know he’s just trying to provoke you. So, how about we order.”
They looked through the menus, since this cafe sold western food along with the traditional Japanese food, there was plenty to choose from. His boyfriend was definitely good at picking restaurants and gave him a kiss.
It took their waiter quite a while to take their orders but they didn’t mind. The cafe was filled to the brim with people, it must have been quite hectic for the workers.
They ordered their food and waited patiently for their food. Osamu was quietly chatting with Sakusa and Suna while Atsumu was figuring out the proper dosage of insulin to give himself.
Better to figure it out now, while he has the extra time.
Despite the packed status of the venue, their food came out in under 25 minutes.
He could smell how delicious the food was from where it sat in the waiters arms and he couldn’t wait to try it. The waiter left quickly after handing them the food and Atsumu pulled out the insulin.
It took him a max 6 minutes and he was done.
He was in the middle of cleaning up his stuff and putting it away in his little pack when a gory middle age couple came up to their table.
“What do you think you’re doing, young man.”
He seemed to be speaking to Atsumu. He was startled, what did he mean “what are you doing”, obviously he’s about to eat? And he responded as such.
“Um…I’m getting ready to eat my food. I don’t mean to be rude but do you need something sir?”
The man just gave him a dirty look with his wife giving him an even dirtier one. He was trying to remember his manners, but these people were early confusing him.
“How could you even think of doing activities like that in a place like this?” Berated the man.
What?
What activities?
Atsumu felt his brain spinning in circles trying to figure out how he somehow offended these people. His boyfriend could , apparently, tell how hard Atsumu was thinking about this and decided to help him out.
“Sir, ma’am, could you please explain what you mean by “activities” none of us here know what you mean by that”
“How could you not know!?!” he shouted in rage. The entire cafe was staring at them now. “He’s shootings himself up with drugs. Right in the middle of this lovely cafe. Their are children here, do you have no shame?!?”
Osamu was the first to understand what had happened and jumped up to explain.
“There seems to be a misunderstanding, my brother is diabetic and he was just giving himself insulin, there were no “drugs” involved.”
There. Conversation over, everything should have been sorted out. Except. That explanation wasn’t good enough for the man.
“Liar! Don’t you know it’s rude to lie. You’re obviously making that up to hide the fact you were doing drugs in a public setting! You’re to young to have diabetes!”
“No, sir and we apologize for the misunderstanding but I truly AM diabetic. My boyfriend and brother can both attest to that. I’ve had it since I was a child.”
Atsumu could see something click in the couples eyes. Good, he thought, this is end of this fiasco.
Unfortunately, it was the wrong click.
“Of course.” ,muttered the man, “I should’ve know it would be a couple of fags. Who else had the audacity to do drugs in public.”
All four of them looked taken a back.
What the duck did he just them.
Here they were minding their business and along comes some nosy asshole with his snobby little wife.
Enough was enough.
“Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to refrain from talking to any of us ever again. We have done nothing to harm you or your wife.”
“Yeah right, you are all disgusting. Everyone can see you kissing and stuff in public and it makes me want to vomit. Be a little more respectful. Maybe if you were, you wouldn’t be doing drugs, with your faggot boyfriend and brother.”
Atsumu saw red. How dare he? What right did he have to say such words. His boyfriend was the most thoughtful, beautiful person in the world. His brother had his own growing business at 25.
He went to swing.
Only for his arm to be held back. He looked to see who it was. To his surprise it was Suna.
He was glad Suna stopped him. Because coming right towards them, led by Omi Omi(and when did he leave), was the owner of this establishment.
She headed straight towards them and Atsumu was almost scared she would kick them out before she whispered in his ear, and bowed, “I am so sorry for all the trouble these people have caused you, your food is on me as an apology.”
He just gave her a small smile.
She gave her own right back and turned to the couple
“Ma’am, sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave this establishment. Now. Or I will be forced to call the police.”
The man spluttered, “Wh-what, why are you kicking us out. They were the ones doing drugs and being faggots in public!”
“You both need to leave right now or I will have you arrested. The police are already on their way.”
The man and women didn’t seem to know what to say. They both huffed and sluggishly made their way to the door. Everyone clapped when they finally left.
The cafe owner turned back to them and apologized once again.
He just waved her off. It wasn’t her fault and he would forgive her for her food alone.
It was pretty uneventful after that. They went back to their meal and had a fun time chatting. After dinner had ended and the to lovebirds were driving in the car, they started talking.
“Atsu…are you okay? What that mean said was pretty vulgar and rude?”
He understood why Omi Omi would be concerned. He hadn’t always been comfortable with being publicly gay. And maybe, if he were with someone else, or by himself he would think differently, but this was Omi Omi.
Omi Omi who treated him no different after he found out about his diabetes. Omi Omi who made him feel special, even when he had a carbon copy of himself 200 miles away. Omi Omi, who let him cry and slobber all over him when he was breaking down from the thought of not being good enough.
So yeah he though to himself. He’ll be okay. As long as he had him. What more could he need.