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Atsumu is having a hard time.
It’s been about a year or so since the fateful night he agreed to a hookup that ultimately changed his life. Every couple weeks he would be summoned to the very penthouse he had lost his virginity in to the “it” couple of the volleyball world; Sakusa Kiyoomi and Ushijima Wakatoshi.
Never in his life did Atsumu believe he would be enough for one person, let alone two. Everyone knows of the power couple and envies the love and gravitation they have for one another. It would seem unreal for a loud brash and mouth Miya Atsumu to fit in the equation. He was the complete opposite of the two males. It just made no sense to him how he brought himself into this situation.
As he lays awake in an empty bed, he contemplates his life decisions. Behind the scene, the other two males make Atsumu feel like he's the greatest thing created. He felt secure, appreciated, and dare he say loved.
But that always shatters the moment they are all in public and they do not even spare him a glance. Only ever interacting when absolutely needed. Or whenever they are done with him during sex and send him off back home like he's some booty call.
Well he is a booty call now that he thinks about it.
Although lately he’s been pushing the limit. Staying for as long as he can until one of the stoic men mentions the late time. Always resulting in Atsumu laughing it off over the mentions of forgetting the time or how fast time flies when he’s with the two men. Yet on the inside, behind his facade his heart aches as he gathers his materials and leaves.
Sighing to himself, Atsumu swings his legs over the edge of the bed pushing his body into a hunched sitting position. His alarm idly rings in the background of his racing thoughts which he reaches over and grabs his phone to shut off the blaring sound.
Wincing at the bright screen, 5:00 am flashes violently and holding at the top of the screen. Groaning to himself, the blonde stands and shutters as he feels the soreness of last nights events catch up to him.
“Fuckin’ assholes.” He mutters to absolutely no one as he prepares for his morning run.
Atsumu likes having routines. It helps stimulate his brain so that he knows when and where he should be. Every morning he wakes at 5 am and goes on an early morning run to watch the sunrise, then he gets home around 6:30 and prepares a small but protein packed breakfast. After said breakfast he packs some snacks and heads to the gym that the Jackals use for practices. Said practices last for the entirety of the day until 5pm but he chooses to stay late so that he can practice his new serves he had been working on. Once satisfied he heads back to his apartment and makes dinner while on FaceTime with his twin because as Osamu says “ Yer a menace in the kitchen Tsumu.” He eats his meal as he catches up with his twin then calls his best friend Okinawa Tooru and rants about his day while also ranting about the two men he’s kind of in love with. Then he goes to bed.
A plain and simple routine. Yet it gets absolutely destroyed by his teammate and his teammate's boyfriend of 5 years.
The times he’s called into their bed are inconsistent. Sometimes its only one day out of the week and other times he’s there every other day. On those days Atsumu hopes and prays that they see him more than just another person for sex. I mean if they keep inviting him almost daily then they must really like or even love him, right?
Once home from his run, Atsumu immediately heads into the shower to prepare himself for the day out with his best friend Tooru and Sunarin. Unfortunately his twin won't be able to attend today's outing since it's the weekend and the shop is a lot busier when it's the weekend.
Out of the shower he dries himself off and puts on a baggy pair of grey cargo pants partnered with a dry-fit white t-shirt with an embroidered MSBY Black Jackals symbol on the breast pocket. As he’s styling his hair, the lock on the doors of his apartment unlatches, alerting him that his guests have arrived earlier than anticipated.
“Honey I’m home! Where is my Atsu-Chan?” Tooru’s voice floods the apartment as the sounds of two sets of footsteps clatter against the floor.
“Bathroom!” The blonde yells back.
Soft murmurs follow his response before little snorts and chuckles float into his bathroom. Sunarin steps in first pushing his weight onto the door frame, the middle blocker is adorned in a large baggy onigiri Miya shirt paired with a long sleeve white shirt under along with baggy denim pants.
“I am not surprised that you are still not ready.” The fox-eyed male hums out as he eyes Atsumu outfit.
“Shaddup, I just need ta finish my hair.” The blonde grumbles as he begins to blow dry his slightly damp hair to match the style he is trying to implement.
“Atsu-Chan you take so long and that’s coming from me.” Tooru grumbles as he pushes past Rin to take the blow dryer out of his hands to help speed the process. “Here I’ll blow dry, and you style. Now let's hurry because I’m craving some fresh milk bread from that one coffee shop we like.”
Onee satisfied with the way his hair looks, Atsumu leaves his bathroom in favor of grabbing his mustard yellow fanny pack and puts it over one of his shoulders so it crosses over his chest.
“‘Kay lets get goin’.”
Tooru cheers as he leads the trio out of the apartment dressed in a white long sleeve and a sleeveless light blue vest over it paired with jeans. The three of them walk towards the café with Tooru buzzing with excitement over his bread and Rin making fun of him for it.
After placing their orders they move over to the booth that they had claimed when they first ever came to this very café. Plopping down Atsumu sighs as he takes a long sip of his overly sugary coffee. Tooru sits beside him with Rin on his other side.
“Tooru, how long ‘re ya stayin’ in Japan before ya gotta go back ta Argentina?” The blonde questions as he turns to his friend. The brown haired setter takes a long sip of his matcha tea before humming in contentment.
“I’ll head back probably in a week or so. I still want to spend some time w Samu-Chan before I leave.” He answers earnestly.
Tooru plays for the Argentina Volleyball team, which explains why he's rarely in Japan. Although he is in a very committed long distance relationship with his twin brother. Every so often whenever the brown haired setter has free time he either flies himself to japan to spend a weekend with his boyfriend or Osamu flies to Tooru to surprise him.
“Speaking of, will you be his plus one to the national team initiation? You know, since he’s your best friend and you guys do almost everything together?” Rin butts in, his eyes glued to his phone as he undoubtedly is texting his boyfriend.
“Well obviously! But that’s not until like the next month or two so there’s still time. God do you ever get off that phone of yours Rin-Chan?”
”He’s too busy sextin’ his man. Have some fuckin’ decency Rin, ‘re in public.” Atsumu retorts.
Rin snorts. “Yeah, like you have some decency trying to cover those horrendous hickeys with cheap concealer.” His green foxed eyes flicking up from his phone to settle onto the hickeys the blonde had tried to hide this morning. ”You know if you needed help covering them you could’ve just called to get an actual full coverage liquid.”
Tooru’s head snaps over to Atsumu, his brown eyes narrowing as he analyzes the other setter's neck before sighing. “Atsu-Chan, please don’t tell me you were with them last night.”
Atsumu shrinks under two heavy gazes, fiddling with his coffee cup before shrugging, “I wasn’t.”
”Don’t you dare lie to me Atsumu.” Tooru glares.
”‘Kay I was. But that’s ta last time! Promise.”
“Yeah right, if they asked right now you’ll be in their bed before the clock strikes twelve.” Rin snorts.
”I ain’t no Cinderella, nd’ I don’t fold that fast.”
“Bullshit. You fold so quickly Atsu-Chan even I’m embarrassed.”
”Whatever.” Atsumu grumbles, slumping into his seat as he cradles his drink.
With a sigh Tooru moves closer to Atsumu, their thighs pressed against one another as the brown haired setter places his hand onto the other setters. “I just don’t like seeing you get hurt, Atsumu. These guys aren’t good for you. They are clearly using you for their own pleasure and you are letting them.”
”‘ts okay Tooru. If anythin’ I’m usin’ em too.”
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
”Tooru’s right ‘Tsumu. I know it seems fun but these guys will end up hurting you. And you are fairly sensitive so it's going to be bad. As much as I love teasing you, you are my best friend, well besides your brother, but I don't want to see you slobbering all over my couch when shit goes down. Why don't you try moving on? I know some people who will be willing to go on a date with you.”
“Yes! Why don't you go out with Iwa-Chan? Just one date! It doesn’t even have to be a date, maybe just a hangout. You need to get over them.” Tooru butts in with excitement.
“Why ya so obsessed with puttin’ me and Iwa together?” Atsumu huffs, recalling all the times Tooru has always brought his childhood best friend into the conversation. It’s not like Atsumu is opposed to the idea, but he just doesn’t have time for that.
”Sorry I want my two closest best friends to be happy and maybe they can make each other happy in the process.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Good!” Tooru nods in contentment before resting his elbow onto the table and laying his chin onto his open palm. “So, we clubbin tonight or what?”
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The rest of the day passes in a blur. Atsumu hardly remembers that he agreed to let his friends come over and get ready at his place. Music is flowing through the open spaces, as shots begin to be poured before they depart to an actual bar.
Tooru convinces Rin to put some eyeliner onto them both, leaving all three men with a more defined and sharp look. Atsumu had been convinced to sport a tight short shirt with the words “dont bully me ill cum” while Tooru wore a similar shirt with the words “throat goat” sprawled across it. Osamu had choked on air when seeing his boyfriend flaunting said shirt.
The trip to the bar was filled with Tooru and Atsumu belting out song lyrics from popular American songs. At moments like these Atsumu lets himself believe that he is deserving of this lifestyle. Let himself believe that everything will be okay.
Arriving at the bar in a flash, the blonde is immediately dragged towards the bartender and downing fruity drinks along with the bartender's choice of liquor in the form of shots. Atsumu was having the greatest time of his life, getting to loosen up with his closest friends and family is exactly what he needed to take his mind off them.
A sudden gasp and shout from his right jolts him out of his hazy headspace, his eyebrows furrowing as he turns to look at Tooru beside him who was excitedly waving at someone across the room. Curious, blonde eyes follow in the direction Tooru is facing as he finds Iwaizumi Hajime making his way through the rowdy room.
“What da hell is Haji-kun doin’ here?” Atsumu snaps his head back to Tooru who grins mischievously, leaning his back into Osamu who slips an arm around the brown haired males waist.
“I invited him.” Tooru shrugs, smiling smugly at the blonde.
“When I said I’ll think about it, I didn’ mean to see ‘im today!”
”Oh hush, he's my best friend and I invited him to come hang out with us. Its your choice if you want to talk to him and get to know him better.” Tooru reaches out with his free hand that’s not laid on top of Osamu’s and straightens out Atsumu's shirt better. “Now pick up your jaw and stand up straight, he's headed over.”
Tensing just slightly, Atsumu straightens up and turns his body just as Hajime enters their area. The blonde plasters on a sly smile as he greets the other man. “Hey Haji-Kun! Glad ya can make it.”
”Hey, Atsumu it's good to see you.” Hajime smiles politely at him, clasping his hand with Atsumu and tugs him into a hug. Although Hajime is shorter than Atsumu he still has larger biceps and hands than his own. Which puts not so innocent thoughts into his brain.
Pulling away from the embrace,Hajime pats Atsumu waist as his arm slips away and ventures off to continue his hellos to the rest of the group. Tooru wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he leans out of Osamu’s embrace to welcome his best friend.
An insistent buzzing brings his attention down to his pocket, his phone illuminating inside it. Most of the people Atsumu constantly communicates with are at the bar with him and all of his notifications for social media are muted. Taking a sip of his cocktail, Atsumu holds himself back from spraying the contents in his mouth at the sender of the messages.
Just when he thought he would have one night not to not think of them.
Omi-Omi 🫧: Come over tonight. 10pm. We will leave the key under the mat as usual.
So cryptic. Not even a “good evening Atsumu” “How are you doing Atsumu” or even a fucking “hello”.
”You better not respond to that.”
Slamming his phone down onto the table, Atsumu freezes as the cold words wash over him. Rin sits beside him as he glares at his friend.
“Ya didn’ see anything.”
”Don’t bullshit me Atsumu.”
Sighing to himself, Atsumu locks his phone before attempting to shove it into his pocket. Just as he was about to slot his phone away. Rin snatches it out of his hands and shoves it into his own pocket.
“What ta hell Rin?! Give it back.”
”No, you are not getting sober anytime soon with Tooru here, and I dont need you sulking on us when we are supposed to be having a great time together.”
”At Least let me respond.” He huffs.
”Not a chance.”
“Whatever, fine.” He groans before stomping away to head back to the bar and order yet another drink. If Rin wants to play that game then he will play.
As the night grows older, Atsumu finds himself on the dance floor surrounded by sweaty moving bodies and in complete bliss. He feels more than sees another body press up against his as he sways his hips and moves along to the beat. A large hand splays against his abdomen tugging him closer.
”Here all alone, handsome?”
Atsumu shivers at those words. “Nah, here with some friends.”
The stranger leans forward, his lips brushing against Atsumu’s ear.” How about we ditch them?”
”As fun as that sounds, I ain’t ready ta go yet.”
”C’mon we can just head to the restrooms and if you like what I put down you can get more at my place.”
”Again, as I said. Sounds fun but no.” Atsumu affirms, pushing himself away from the stranger.
“Don’t be like that. Come on it’ll be fun-“
”I believe he said no.”
Shit. Atsumu knows that voice. Yearns for that voice. Fuck he sometimes dreams of it.
The stranger looks up over Atsumu’s shoulders and pales as he lets out an awkward laugh. “My bad man, Didn’t know he was yours.”
”He’s not.”
Of course where one of them is, the other will appear.
Turning around, Atsumu comes face to face with the two personifications of his wet dreams. Ushijima Wakatoshi and Sakusa Kiyoomi stand before him, eyes trained on the man he was just dancing with. The club music blasts in the background but muffles as Atsumu takes in the two men he was seemingly trying to avoid.
Feeling the attention on himself, Sakusa looks down at Atsumu and frowns. “You didn’t text me back.”
”It would be polite to respond when necessary Miya.” Ushijima adds on.
“I’m a bit busy, Omi. How the hell did you find me.”
”Motoya.” They answer in perfect fucking unison.
“For fucks sake.” Atsumu huffs, his eyes roaming around the room to ensure that none of his friends see who he is talking to. “Why are you here then?”
”You haven’t responded back to me.” Sakusa responds nonchalantly.
“Rin has my phone Omi.”
”Why is he using your phone?” Ushijima asks calmly.
”Is that really any of your business?”
“Watch your tone Miya.”
“Oh fuck ya Omi. M’ out with friends. Last I checked yer not my boyfriend so it ain’t matter where I’m at or who has my phone.” Atsumu grumbles, his mood souring.
Sighing to himself, Sakusa looks around the room once before nodding at his boyfriend. Reaching a hand out, he brushes Atsumu’s hair back before leaning forward to whisper softly in his ear, “I don’t want to argue. Not here. Come back with us. Please. We can just watch TV together, we don't need sex.”
In his hazy mindset, the offer doesn’t sound too bad. Doing something other than let his two biggest crushes ravage his body sounds endearing, soft. Licking his lips, Atsumu locks eyes with Wakatoshi who nods at him, the corner of his lip tucked upwards slightly.
“‘Kay.” He whispers, his breath stuttering as Sakusa's hand travels up his spine and gently pushes him towards the other large male. Ushijima watches closely as Atsumu moves toward him. Moving onto the opposite side, the stoic men walk along the blonde male escorting him out of the bar.
The drive to their apartment is thrillingly calm. His nerves are on end yet he feels settled. Safe. Walking into the apartment, Sakusa rushes into the kitchen to grab some medicine and water for Atsumu, while Ushijima leads Atsumu to the couch. The green haired man grabs the remote and hands it to Atsumu.
“There, stay here while I go get you something to eat so you can sober up.” Ushijima states, as he stands up straight and walks over to join his boyfriend in their kitchen.
Sakusa exits the kitchen with a large glass of water and a few pills in his palm. He sits beside Atsumu, coaxing him to turn his gaze towards himself. “Take these and lay down.”
Nodding in response, Atsumu opens his mouth and tosses the pills into his mouth before taking the water from Sakusa's hands. Once the pills are all swallowed, he drains the rest of the remaining water just as Ushijima enters the room with some steamed rice and sliced chicken cutlets.
“Eat. You’ll need it to sober up better.”
“Thank ya.”
Atsumu begins to eat his meal, courtesy of Ushijima while the television plays reruns of random volleyball games he had watched in passing times. Sakusa sits beside him occasionally glancing over at the blonde to make sure he is getting better. He wasn't as drunk as they thought he would be but it's still safer to make sure they actually sober him up fully. Once finished with his meal, Atsumu stands to put the dishes away just as Sakusa reaches over and grabs the plate out of his hand.
“Sit back down. Ill wash them.”
“Are ya sure Omi? I don't wanna be a nuisance.”
“You aren't. But you are starting to annoy me so just shut up and watch the damn game.” With parting words Sakusa walks back into the kitchen.
Humming to himself, Atsumu relaxes onto the couch. His mind begins to race as he realizes just how domestic this all is, and is completely out of the zone that they have set everytime he's over their apartment. Looking over at the love seat that Ushijima is occupying, Atsumu pats the couch beside him capturing the man's attention.
“Come sit by me, I don’ bite.”
“Yes you do.” Wakatoshi responds earnestly before moving to sit beside the blonde setter. “How are you feeling?”
“I feel fine, better.” He hums, bringing his knees up to his chest and resting his head on his knee. “Thank ya by the way.”
“Hm, what for?”
“For helping me tell that guy no. Kept tryin’ to pressure me nd i was getting a bit upset over it.” He admits.
Ushijimas eyes darken as he frowned, his fingers flexing out before clutching onto his forearm. “It bothered me. He kept touching you.”
“Well. We were dancing beforehand together so I got where he was coming from. I was really into it at first.”
“He shouldnt be touching you like that.”
“Thas what people do when dancin’ Waka. In case ya didnt know.”
“Still. I didnt appreciate that.”
Atsumu hums as he perks up and shuffles closer to Ushijima, “Were you perhaps, I dunno. Jealous?”
“No.”
Ouch.
“Well then. Mind if I use yer bathroom?” Atsumu clears his throat, willing himself not to tear up.
Without waiting for a response, Atsumu bolts upwards and practically runs into the bathroom down the hall. He leans against the door, tears streaming down his face as he wills himself not to openly sob. He can't keep doing this. As much fun as it is, he physically and mentally and emotionally can't deal with this anymore. There are times where the two men show that they care for Atsumu more than their nightly endeavors. Yet every time it's short- lived. Every. Single. Time.
“Atsumu?”
Shuttering a breath, Atsumu furiously wipes his tears. “Fine, omi!”
“No you aren't, I can hear you trying not to cry.” A sigh slips into the room. “Open the door Atsumu.”
“No! I just need a minute. Its the alcohol catchin’ up to me.”
“Okay. So open the door. Let us help you.”
“You've done enough Sakusa.”
Silence follows after the words escape his mouth. Checking himself in the mirror Atsumu ensures that his eyes aren't too puffy before he opens the door and tries to make a quick exit. Only to be blocked by two massive bodies.
“Get outta my way.”
“No. You are acting like a fucking brat.” Sakusa seethes. “Go sit down, we need to talk.”
“I dont want to fucking talk Sakusa. I’m done.” Atsumu screams out, pushing past Sakusa.
A hand latches onto his bicep as he tries to move completely past the two men. He gets tugged into Ushijimas chest, his face being lifted by the back of the man's fingers. “Did I upset you?”
Furrowing his eyebrows, Atsumu scoffs. “Ya know what. Yes you did. I can't keep doing this. I cant keep being your fucking play thing. It's exhausting. And im so fucking tired. Tired of being thrown out like Im fucking trash every single time you both want more action in bed.”
“But-”
“Don't interrupt me. This.” He gestures to all of them. “Has been going on for year now. Am I really just a hookup to you? Is that all I am? Or ever will be to you?”
“What are you saying Atsumu?” Sakusa frowns, eyes searching the blondes face finding traces of distress and pain in every crevice.
“Am I just a hole for you to use? Because that's what I feel like. After all this fucking time, you are telling me that you dont feel anything for me? ANYTHING at all??? Because you know what? I do. I've tried so hard not to. But I have, and I can't keep watchin’ you from the sidelines in public and be your treasure in private.”
“Wait.” Ushijima interrupts. “You have feelings for us?”
“Of course I have fuckin’ feelings for ya guys. No one sleeps with someone for over a year and does not fall fer them.” Atsumu answers honestly. “Do you both feel anything for me? Anything at all. Please, I need ta know.”
The couple stills for a moment as they both take in the words spewing from their nighttime lovers mouth. A silent conversation flows between them as Atsumus' heartbeat pounds against his ribcage.
“Please. Just tell me you don't feel for me the way I do you so I can finally move on. Please at least spare me this.”
“Atsumu-” Sakus swallows as he looks back over at Ushijima. “I’m sorry.”
Oh.
Okay.
This is fine.
What did he expect? Honestly.
“We never anticipated that it would turn out this way. I apologize Atsumu.”Ushijima speaks out carefully and almost fondly.
“Yea. I figured.” Atsumu chuckles humorlessly. “If I can ask, is there any way we can be together? Just one last time. Please and I promise this is the last you’ll hear from me.”
“Atsumu I don't think-”
“This is the last time. It's not like I'll come back anytime soon. Or ever at that matter.”
Ushijima watches carefully, analyzing the two other people before licking his lips and facing Atsumu fully. “Will it help ease your pain?”
“No but it'll help me come to terms with its ending. Like closure.” He answers truthfully.
Ushijima nods as he turns to Sakusa who watches his lover cautiously. “Okay then.”
Sakusa takes those words to heart as he lurches forward and cups Atsumus cheeks before pressing his lips flush against the blondes. A soft moan escapes his mouth as their lips move against one another slowly yet passionately. Ushijima comes up behind Atsumu as he settles his hands onto his waist, his lips trailing down his neck onto his shoulder.
“Let's move somewhere more suitable for us.” He coarsely speaks out, voice heavy with lust.
The trio shuffles into the bedroom down the hall, their limbs dragging alongside each other. Ushijima tugs at the bottom of Atsumus cropped shirt before lifting it about his head and tossing it away to latch his mouth onto the back of his neck. Sakusa hums softly against the setters lips, his hands trailing down to his neck while Atsumu’s hands travel down to Sakusa belt buckle, giving it a small tug.
Atsumu unbuckles the belt and tugs down the zipper slowly, his knuckles grazing Sakusas clothes cock restrained in his boxers. With a sudden movement Sakusa pushes Atsumu in the bed where Ushijima awaits him. Sakusa tugs off his pants and shirt leaving him in a similar state as his boyfriend who is devouring the blonde's mouth.
Groans begin to fill the room as the temperature rises due to the close proximity. Ushijima grips Atsumus chin in one hand as the other travels down his body towards his crotch, squeezing it slightly just like how Atsumu likes it.
Sakusa tears off Atsumu’s clothes then, leaving him utterly exposed as the day he was born. He moans loudly into Ushijima mouth as Sakusa closes his mouth over the tip of Atsumu’s cock and swallows it down in one go. Releasing himself from the attack of Ushijimas lips, Atsumu jolts forward only to be held down by two sets of hands.
“Omi!Toshi! Please!!” He groans out, honey eyes blown wide in lust. His hand reached up to tangle into Ushijimas dark hair and tangling his fingers into it to tug at briefly..” Fuck me like you love me.”
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Time passes quicker when Atsumu sets his mind to new hobbies. He had decided to take up reading and even embroidery making his own clothes and merch that isn't out in stores. The past month and a half Atsumu has barely interacted with Sakusa and Ushijima when absolutely necessary. With the upcoming Japan National Team Roster approaching, Atsumu had learned to put himself first and foremost. There are times where Atsumu craves their touch and he himself crumbles and his own faults for ruining the chances he had with them.
Msby tried to keep everyone together after championship games, much to Inunakis disdain. But the team could tell just how much tense the two individuals have towards one another. Hinata theorizes that they had a competition on who would get the most service aces and Atsumu won. While Bokuto insisted that Sakusa got upset that Atsumu ate his new candy that Ushijima gave him as a present.
Little did they know it was completely off.
Tonight is the night that the players who were invited to tryouts were finding out if they actually made the official team. To say he was nervous was an understatement. Typically all players will meet at the JNT gym and find out through there but they had implemented a new way of just sending the players who made the team a email congratulating them and an invitation to the team initiation where they will announce who made the team.
Atsumu sits on his couch in his living room with his laptop places onto the coffee table in front of him, his knee bouncing in anticipation. He had made the team before, yet he always gets so anxious during times like these. Where he starts to doubt if hes actually good enough to be on the team with all these other professionals.
“I can hear you doubting yourself babe.”
Blinking back into his reality, Atsumu looks up as Hajime leans against the back of the couch that the blonde is sitting against. The setter huffs before leaning back as his head rests on the top of the cushion, his blonde hair sprawling out as his eyes connect with his boyfriend.
After the constant pressure from Tooru, Atsumu had finally decided to give it a shot. And to his disbelief it actually worked out. Although he is still healing from the pain that was inflicted onto him these past months, Hajime had been nothing but supportive and always being by his side no matter what the occasion was.
Of course he had learned of what was happening with the two men that Atsumu had fallen in love with. He never tried to push to know more, or forced the blonde to reveal everything. Only when he was absolutely ready to talk is when Hajime will be there at his side.
“Yer makin’ it worse ya know.” Atsumu pouts out playfully, causing a laugh to sputter out of Hajimes lips.
“Me? What have I done?”
“Ya know who's on the team, and ya haven't told me if it's me or not.”
“I legally cannot tell you.”
“So you hate me and I didnt make it.”
“I don't hate you stop being dramatic,” He leans down and plants a kiss onto the tip of Atsumus nose. “You’ll find out in like an hour, just relax okay? Lets set up the call with Tooru and your friends and family.”
“Yer right.” Atsumu grumbles before sitting up and snatching his laptop. Pressing a few keys he had started the facetime with Tooru, Osamu, Rin, and a few friends from high school including Aran and Kita along with his family.
“Hello Atsumu.” Kita smiles softly as he video starts to connect, Aran is seated beside him with a smirk on his lips. “How are ya feeling?”
“Don't get all nervous ‘Tsumu! Ya made it last time you'll definitely make it again.” Aran butts in.
“My exact words to him, yet he doesn't believe me.” Hajime chuckles, greeting the rest of the people joining.
“Does this mean he did make it then? Mr. Athletic Trainer of the JNT?” Rin asks with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Okay not you too. Can you guys be patient for once?” Hajime groans, covering his face.
“Don't gang up on Iwa-chan! Only I can do that.” Tooru exclaims as he joins the facetime while the sun shines brightly behind him since he is 12 hours behind them.
“Gee thank you Shittykawa for coming to my rescue so quickly, great timing by the way.”
“Well I am the greatest afterall. So great I’ll defeat you all in the olympics.”
A chorus of voices begin to talk over one another as Tooru sits back and grins at the chaos he has ensured. Sure enough Tooru causes enough chaos for all the players to be distracted when the email is finally sent out.
“Holy shit, guys its out!” Motoya shouts out over all of them, shutting up everyone as he whips out his phone.
Atsumu freezes as he watches everyone eagerly check their phones or laptops that they are streaming the facetime on. The blonde whips his phone out and heads towards his email. Heart in his throat as it begins to refresh and a new email pops up at the top. Cheers echo out through his laptop screen, yet its muffled as Atsumu reads the header of the email.
Congratulations Miya Atsumu on being invited to represent Japan in this year's Olympics in Brazil!
Holy shit.
Holy. Shit.
Although this isn't the first time he had made it into the national team, it's still such an honor to represent his nation at the world olympics.
“Atsumu! Earth to Atsumu!! Oh my god did he die?”
“He's short circuitin’ give ‘m like two minutes and he’ll reboot.”
“‘Tsumu it would be great if you told us if you made it or not because you are scaring me and this anticipation is making me nauseous.”
“I got in. Holy shit I got in again.”
“LETS GOOOOO.”
A chorus of cheers echoes throughout the living space as Hajime leans over and presses a hard kiss onto Atsumus temple. “See I told you not to worry.”
“Oh my god I can't believe they think I'm good enough to come back again.”
“Don't start, you are an amazing setter. Any nation would be lucky to have you.” Hajime reassures, wrapping an arm around the blonde's shoulders and tucking him in close.
“Congrats Tsumu-channn I knew you could do it! Can't wait to see you on the court.” Tooru grins happily into the camera.
“Ya scrub, congrats you'll do our nation great.” Osamu smiles softly at his twin.
Everyone slowly starts to get off the facetime since it was nearing midnight for most of them and Tooru had training to do with his team. Atsumu says goodbye and promises they will all see each other soon at the ceremony the following friday.
Hajime congratulated him personally with a fun blowjob and a promise for flowers the following day before he left the blonde to head home. The fun thing about their relationship wasn't the fact that they were close but was also the fact that they both are just having fun without trying to get too serious. God knows Atsumu isn't ready for serious.
Laying in bed, Atsumu decides to check who had also made the team. It was nice that the email includes the full roster of who is officially on the team. Just as he’s about to click on the email once more, his phone begins to ring in his palms. Atsumu’s breath stutters at the name displayed across his screen. Before thinking too much Atsumu presses the green call button and brings the phone up to his ear.
“Atsumu?”
Releasing a breathe he didnt know he was holding, the blonde swallows, “Kiyoomi.”
“It’s nice to hear your voice again ‘Atsu.” Ushijima joins in.
“Why are you calling?” Atsumu breathes out, his body trembling.
“We haven't heard from you in these past months, we tried calling texting even trying to run into you but we never were successful.” Sakusa responds.
“There's a reason fer that, Omi.”
“We’ve been meaning to talk to you Atsumu. We have some things to say and clarify.”
“No.”
Its silent on the other end. “No?”
“I’m moving on. Ya cant keep calling and texting me when ya never ever felt for me as you do one another.”
“Who is it?” Sakusa blurts out.
“It don’ matter who. We don' need to contact each other more than we have now.”
“We are all on the team together. We will be more in contact than ever.” Ushijima interrupts.
Of course they also made the team. There was no way they wouldn't. Ushijima is the fucking captian for gods sake.
“Well, other than that then.”
“Atsu please. We just want to talk. See how you've been.” Sakusa pleads quietly into th receiver. His voice floated around the room.
“Maybe some other day. Not now Omi. It still hurts too much.”
“But it doesn't-”
“It's getting late. I apologize for calling so late, Atsumu. We will see you at the team initiation.”
Beep!
And just when Atsumu thought he may finally be getting over his past two nighttime lovers, his brain supplies him with all the nights they had shared entangled together. Mouths upon another with hands mapping out his body like a compass. The soft and fond humor in their voices as they teased him on nights they didnt do anything occupied the front level of his thoughts.
At first it was just meant to be a means to an end. Just for simple pleasure. Ye, Atsumu knew he was way in over his head when he first got to savor what it was like to be theirs and solely theirs. To be owned by them, encaptured in their gazes only. As time went on, their meetups for sex lead to more. He would come over for dinner, or watch a new movie that had come out with them on their massive bed, or sometimes even just coming over to their apartment whenever he felt like and he was always invited in with open arms.
It was morning afters that changed things. Like clock work he was always out of their apartment no later than 4am to ensure the paparazzi didn't catch him leaving their place. It was moments where Atsumu had been snuggled in bed between the two men and had gazed up at one of them to see them lovingly look at their partner with the most fondest look in their eye. And yet, when they looked down at Atsumu it dulled significantly. Still fond, but terribly executed.
Sometimes Atsumu likes to wonder if he had stayed longer that night, if he had kept his emotions to himself, that they would love him as he loves them.
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“Ah Tsumu-chan you look amazing. Hajime is going to cream his pants.”
“Tooru yer not helping my case.”
Tooru grumbles as he looks himself in the mirror, checking out his body in the suit and tie that match with Osamus. “What? Its not like you guys havent fucked.”
“I don't wanna hear about this.” Osamu groans, entering the bedroom the two setters are in, leaning against the doorframe.”Tsumu ya gotta hurry it up. Haji is out waiting, and hes gotta be there earlier for set up and shit.”
“Okay okay ill be out. Just give me a second.” Astumu retorts, his twin brother rolling his eyes before leaving and shutting the door.
“Spill it, you are hiding something from me.” Tooru whirls around, brown eyes narrows at the blonde.
Atsumu lets out a small quiet breath before kicking his lips and running his hands up and down his legs, “They called me.”
“What the fuck. When was this?”
“The night we got the email of our invitation into the team.”
“That was last week, you've been keeping this for over a week?” Tooru frowns, moving to sit beside his best friend. “I know that look on your face. What happened?”
Everything floods out at once. Tears streamed down his face rapidly and competitively as he started from the beginning. Tooru had only known about his crush on the two men but he never really knew just how deep it ran. He didn't know about the nights they were naked under the sheets. Or the nights that Atsumu convinced tUshijima and Sakusa to have a karaoke night for fun.
“I loved them Tooru, fuck I still do and it hurts so fucking bad because they have each other and will never feel for me like I do them.” He takes a stuttering deep breath. “And Hajime. God he's such a great guy but I can't fully devote myself to him when a piece of me will always belong to Toshi and Omi.”
“Oh Tsumu-chan.” Tooru leans forward and envelopes Atsumu into a warm embrace. He heaves into his best friend's chest, allowing himself this moment of weakness that he so clearly and desperately needs. “It's okay. Let it out. I’ll be here to catch you.”
Moments pass before Atsumu begins to sniffle, the tears finally seeming to stop. His eyes puff out slightly as he takes in a deep breath, the feeling of Tooru’s hand rubbing up and down his back helping soothe him back to normal.
“M sorry. I know ‘re suppose ta leave right now but I just can't see them without at least letting that out.”
“Don't apologize for ever being human.” Tooru speaks softly, “I’ll admit that I cannot stand those two for putting you through so much heartache and pain, but its undeniable to those that know that they feel for you too Atsu-chan.”
“Dont lie to me, Tooru. Ya werent there when I confronted them. They only liked me when I was in their bed.”
“That's not what it sounded like when you retold the stories.”
“Yeah, well maybe ‘m a little biased because im butt fuck in love with them both.”
“I don't think so. As for Iwa-chan, he will be okay. He knows that its not serious and will understand if you talk to him directly.” Tooru pats his back before embracing him once more. “Cmon, we’re going to be late to the team dinner.”
With one last look in the mirror, the pair of setters finally emerge from the room. Osamu and Hajime talking with one another as they wait patiently for their partners. Hajime smiles over at Atsumu just as it fades a bit when noticing the puffiness of his eyes. Osamu goes to shout something when Tooru laces his hand with his own and tugs him along uttering a “not now bab.” to him.
The drive to the banquet dinner was a short one, filled with Tooru smiling and trying his very best to cheer everyone up since the mood was a bit down due to the unspoken swollenness under Atsumu’s eyes. Hajime kept his hands in Atsumus the entire ride and entrance into the banquet, before he had to speak with some of the team coaches about the live announcement of their roster. With a chaste kiss and a promise to return back to him as soon as he can, Hajime leaves him to mingle with the team members that had already shown up.
Mid conversation with a newer member, Atsumu slightly tenses as he watches the loves of his lives waltz into the large space. They both look absolutely stunning in a simple black and white suit with matching vests and ties. Its painful to see how well they look despite the vicious ending of them all.
Sakusa turns his head as his eyes lock onto Atsumu immediately. His onyx colored eyes widen as he tugs onto the hand clasped in his, his mouth moving to address his boyfriend as he stares directly into the blonde. The pair moves towards him slowly, almost as if they are in slow motion like those movies where the love interest meets the main character after so long, and well you know how the rest goes.
“Atsumu, hi.” Sakusa speaks out quietly, his gaze piercing into Atsumu’s soul through his own eyes.
“Hiya Omi, Toshi.” He smiles, a real smile he had so terribly tried to keep at bay but had slipped out when it comes to these two.
“Hello, Atsumu. Its lovingly seeing you again.” Ushijima smiles softly, one of his reserved smiles he usually kept at home or for Sakusa only.
“Hey um, congrats on makin’ captain again. Bet yer proud of bein’ captain again this season.” Atsumu nods at Ushijima, cracking out a laugh, “ Is it okay if I call ya cap, or is it too soon?”
Ushijima lets out a small laugh as he nods his head, “That's fine, yes.”
“Atsu, I know you don't want to talk about this tonight but can we please talk. We desperately need to talk to you and clarify some things.” Sakusa asks cautiously, his eyes never leaving Atsumu’s form.
“Ya know what, what the hell. How about after the dinner, we can talk at yer place.” Atsumu confesses.
Sakusa’s eyes widened at the statement, “Wait really?”
“Yea Omi. Let me just enjoy tonight with Haji-kun and my family and friends, then we can deal with this later.”
“Haji-kun? You mean Iwaizumi Hajime?”
“Yeah, we are kind of seeing each other.” Atsumu confesses, his chest constricting as he watches fear and confusion flicker through the eyes of his past lovers.
“So that's who you're moving on with.” Sakusa finishes.
“Well, trying. It's kinda hard when yer both so insistent.”
“Right, We will find you when dinner is over. Enjoy your night Atsumu, see you soon.”
Atsumu watches as Ushijima drags Sakusa away to greet some of their other teammates, his body frozen as he tries to reel his brain back to reality. Tooru ventures off to capture him and bring him over to their table which happens to be right across from Ushijima and Sakusa. The dinner goes on with the live stream starting so that they can announce which members made the team and who will be starting and who will be second string.Much to Atsumu’s surprise he is the starting setter even though they also have Kageyama on the same exact team.
The party begins as the dinner finishes up, allowing the team to begin to bond with one another since they start their grueling training within the next few weeks. Atsumu automatically picks out Hajime in the crowd. He heads over and places his hand on his elbow, smiling at the people he is speaking with. “Mind if i steal him from ya?”
Tugging him away from the people he had been with, Atsumu takes a deep breathe, “Im heading out.”
“Where you heading? The party just started.”
“Theres just something i need to do and it needs to be now. We will talk later yea?”
“Yea sure,” Atsumu smiles at him as he turns to leave.” Hey Atsumu.”
“Yes Haji-kun.”
“I like you, alot but I know you're not into this and that's okay. I would like to stay friends with you, and I sincerely hope everything with Ushijima and Sakusa will work out for you.” He smiles softly leaning forward to kiss his cheek, “You deserve to be happy.”
Atsumu halts, eyes trained on Hajime whose smile is slowly turning into a smirk. “Did you just break up with me?”
“Better me than you dumping me when you and them finally get your head out of your asses and tell each other how you feel. I’m not stupid Atsumu, I see the way the look at you.”
“And hows that?”
“That's for you to find out for yourself. Now go get them before they kill me with that death glare of theirs. Geez I thought only Sakusas is bad but together it's way worse.” Hajime laughs, slapping Atsumus arm as he veneers off into the crowd again.
Well, Atsumu certainly hadn't thought he'd get broken up with the same night he debuts on the national team again. But hey, shit happens.
Turning around the blonde immediately makes eye contact with the objects of his desires standing before him on the stairs by the exit. Sakusa nods at him as he and Ushijima turn around and being to ascend up the stairs to leave the venue. Following behind them Atsumu eventually meets them in the parking lot, wordlessly getting into their car.
Deja vú strikes at how familiar this routine feels. His heart clutching in his chest as he sits in the back of their car only to watch as Ushijima grasps Sakusas hand in his own as he drives away from the venue.
Atsumu hadn’t really thought this all the way through.
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Sitting on the couch of his past lovers, Atsumu shrinks in on himself. They are all sat in the living room together just awkwardly staring at one another. Ushijima’s gaze is fixated onto the floor before him while Sakusas is trained at the wall ahead of him.
“If this is what ya meant by having a talk, I think imma go. I didn't come here just to stare at ya both.” Atsumu huffs as he licks his suddenly dry lips.
“I just dont know where to begin.” Sakusa states openly and honest.
“Try from the beginning Omi. Why invite me to your bed in the first place?”
Sakusa looks over at Ushijima who nods at bhim before continuing, “Ive always had a crush on you Atsumu.”
Okay, not what he expected.
“What?”
“I joined MSBY for you.”
Okay what the fuck.
“No you didn't. Ya joined because statistically we had better stats, ya said so yerself. And that we accommodated better than any other team.”
“I lied. I had an offer to join Toshi's team. Even better than the Jackals.” He paused. “But I joined MSBY because you were there.”
“Why.”
“He loves you.”
The words ring out into the room. Stilling in the air as Atsumu’s mouth is agape, his gaze flickering towards the other man who sits patiently beside his partner.
“Geez thanks for taking the words out of my mouth Toshi.” Sakusa scowls.
“You were taking too long. I'm merely speeding it up.”
“Pause. You love me?”
Sakusa turns towards Atsumu and says with his full chest, “I've been in love with you since training camp.”
Atsumu genuinely believes he has stopped breathing. Because there is absolutely no way the man he first fell in love with, loves him around the same time as he first discovered what love is.
“That was over 7 years ago Omi,” the blonde frowns.
“I know, my feelings never faded. I've always wanted you.”
“Okay, I'm confused. You were in love with me-
“Are” Kiyoomi corrects.
“Whatever, you are in love with me yet you got into a relationship with Ushijima? No offense Toshi.”
“None taken.”
Kiyoomi lets out a small laugh before nodding, “Yes, I told Toshi everything when we started dating. At first he didn't really agree with the aspects of my feelings for you. He figured that since we were not around you often it would fiddle down.”
“Yet it did not.” Ushijima adds on.
“Well, yes. But I fell in love with Toshi, and I was just so confused because I didn't think I was meant to love two people at the same time. So I made a proposal. I figured if I got to sleep with you the feelings would go away but it never did. And along the way, Toshi started to feel things for you that he didn't think were possible. Hell he didn't even believe he could even feel love for a human rather than for volleyball.” Kiyoomi continues. “We never meant to string you on. The first time was really supposed to be the first and last time ever. But I just couldnt let you go and neither could Toshi.”
“Let me get this straight,” Atsumu starts, clemching his jaw as he pauses. “You have been in love with me since 2nd year.”
“1st year but continue.”
“Okay first year. Yet you never said anything. So you held onto those feelings for years and you get into a relationship with Ushijima while still loving me so you propose to have sex with me and then Toshi also fell in love with me. Is that correct?”
“Pretty much yes.” They respond in unison.
“And it never occurred to you that you could have just, i don't know, told me? Instead I made myself believe I was not worthy of love because of how I was treated by both of you? You didn't think to ask how i felt, ever? Why do you think I even agreed to have sex with you Omi.”
“I just figured you would just like to have sex with us.”
“No! I've loved you since middle school Omi.” he looks towards Wakatoshi, “And you Toshi. Did ya know I kept the magazines with yer interviews in ‘em. I still have it in my apartment. I had the biggest crush on both of you so when you got together i figured the end of the world was approaching. Because I stood no chance then. So when you present this proposal to me of course I was going to take it. Id be a fucking idiot not to.”
“So why did you stop?” Wakatoshi asks quietly.
“I though you just wanted me fer my body. Ya never let me stay the night, I was always kicked out in the ass crack of dawn.Why was that?”
“I was scared.” Kiyoomi starts, he gestures to himself and Wakatoshi. “We were scared.”
“Ya dont gotta be scared Omi. I want you both so bad my soul aches for you every single time I'm away from you.”
“Can I make a proposal this time?”
Ushijima stands up promptly, his feet carrying him towards Atsumu as he kneels before him on the floor. Atsumus eyes widen as he starts to process what exactly is occurring at that very moment and if he's dreaming.
“You aren't dreaming.”
Turning his head to his right, Kiyoomin situated himself onto the couch cushion beside the blonde setter. A soft warm smile splayed across his lips.
“I didnt mean to say that out loud.”
“We know.” Ushijima responds fondly, his hands lifting to clasp onto Atsumus. “Give us a chance. A real one. No more hiding behind our apartment door. No more secrets. Just us three together as we’ve wanted for these past years. Please give us one chance.”
“And if ya mess it up?”
“You are more than welcome to send Oikawa after me along with your twin brother. And you can have my car.” Kiyommi answers.
“I’m messin 'with ya Omi.”Atsumu grins. Brightly than he ever has before. He lets out one of his hands and he holds onto Kiyoomi’s hand and Wakatoshis. “I'm giving you one last chance to redeem yourself. And ya better make it worth my while, ya’ve got months of pamperin to get to.”
Ushijima lets out a loud genuine laugh, his smile shining brighter than anything else he's ever seen. Well, Kiyoomis smile is pretty fucking amazing as well. His green eyes latch onto Atsumus honey colored ones, “Can I kiss you?”
“Please” Atsumu breathes out.
The distance between them shortens drastically as Toshi grips the blonde's chin and pushes into him. Their lips glide against one another elegantly, perfectly as if this truly is what kissing is about. Kiyoomi immediately latches onto Atsumu’s neck, biting and sucking any place he can reach. Atsumu pushes against Toshi so that he can stand and laces his hands into both of theirs and drags them into the bedroom.
On the way there they each begin to strip, not wanting to waste anymore time necessary. Left in his boxers, Atsumu pushes Kiyoomi onto the bed and pushes his thighs up so that he has access to his hole. Getting the idea that Atsumus is trying to get at, Toshi moves towards the front of the bed and unravels his cock from his boxers and taps it against Omis lips. A lewd moan escapes Omi as Atsumu lays his tongue flat against his hold and begins to lap at it as if his life depends on it.
Toshi drags his tip inside Omis mouth gently rocking in and out before fully seating himself down his throat. Atsumu locks eyes with Toshi over Omis body, as unspoken words are exchanged between the two. Toshi reaches under the pillow and supplies a bottle of lube to Atsumu as he hums appreciatively against Omis' hole, his tongue teasing the entrance of his rim before entering.
Kiyoomi is a fixture of moans and bundle of groans as he withers on the bed, going complacent as his throat starts to be fucked by his boyfriend and his ass ate by his new partner. Atsumu uncaps the bottle of lube, smearing plenty onto his fingers as he unlatches from Kiyoomis rim to mark the underside and inner thigh while he enters one finger inside him beginning to prep him for whats coming next.
“Fuck ya like this dontcha Omi baby?”Atsumu moves Kiyoomis legs down as he continues to finger him deeply, adding another finger as Omi responds in a muffled moan with his mouth wrapped around Toshis cock.
Pulling out, Toshi leans down and fixes Kiyoomis hazey gaze towards the blonde. “He asked you a question, answer him.”
“Yes yes! I love it. So much! I love you.” Kiyoomi babbles helplessly as Atsumu speeds up his thrusts adding yet another finger.
“I love ya too baby,” Atsumu leans over pressing a featherlight kiss to Omis swollen lips. “Toshi. Prep me too. Want ya in me while I fuck Omi.”
“Of course baby, whatever you want.” Toshi hums out hoarsely, snatching the bottle of lube as Atsumu removes his fingers from Kiyoomis rim. A whine erupts just as the blond smacks Kiyoomis ass.
“Get on all fours Omi.”
Omi scrambles onto his knees, pushing his ass out towards Atsumus awaiting hard cock. He rubs his ass against the member causing the blonde to hiss harshly. “Patience slut. I need to get prepped too.”
Toshi lathers his hands in lube as he massages his fingers against Atsumus rim before pushing in against the tight muscle. Luckily Atsumu had somewhat prepped himself in the bathroom earlier so he hadnt need to be stretched as much as Toshi needed him too.
Atsumu lines himself up to Kiyoomis hole, “Ya ready fer me baby?”
Kiyoomi answers by pushing back into Atsumu. Taking that as a yes, the setter pushes his cock into Kiyoomis waiting hole and groans loudly at the tight muscle around him. Omi moans softly as he starts fucking himself onto Atsumu not wasting another second. Toshi enters a third finger as he scissors his fingers into Atsumu to prepare him for his own member.
“Okay Toshi just put it in. Please, I'm ready.”
“You need to be fully prepped, you haven't taken me in months.” He answers from behind.
“Its okay. I like when it hurts, ya know this.” Atsumu responds as he starts fucking into Kiyoomi fully. At that same moment, Toshi’s cock breaches his own rim causing him to fall forward against Kiyoomi and outright moan into his ear. They all still for a moment waiting for Atsumu to adjust before he gives the go ahead to the larger male.
Wakatoshi begins to thrust slowly into Atsumu which causes him to rock into Kiyoomi in a domino affect. The three of them moan together as Atsumu grips Kiyoomis waist, pushing into him as much as he could while Toshi curls his arm around the blondes waist and neck fucking into him faster. Their bodies move together as one. Whispers of “i love yous” and “Oh my gods” filter throughout the bedroom.
“Im not going to last- ah~ mucb longer!” Kiyoomi exclaims as his cock drags against the sheets, smearing his precum everywhere.
“Is okay omi, Im close too.” Atsumu moans thrusting as much as he can into Kiyoomi.
“Together.”Toshi grunts out as he releases one arm from around Atsumu and grabs ahold of Kiyoomis weeping cock and gives it one small tug, causing his cock to shoot out ribbons upon ribbons of cum, staining the sheets. It becomes a domino effet afterwards as Atsumu moans out loudly spilling his load into Kiyoomi and spazzing out as Toshi fucks him through his orgasm. Wakatoshi follows behind a beat later, his cum spilling out of Atsumus still stuffed hole with how backed up he was.
Carefully removing himself from Kiyoomi, Atsumu plops down beside him, uncaring of the wet spots on the comforter. Toshi falls suit , landing onto Atsumus left with Kiyoomi curled up against him on his right. He knows they should clean themselves up, but at the moment he really doesnt fucking care. Kiyoomi knocks out within seconds, soft snores escaping his parted flush lips as he leans into Atsumu, seeking out his warmth. The blonde smiles softly as he runs his hands through the curly hair of his new lover.
“Hey Toshi?”
“Yes love?”
Atsumu turns his face to watch his other lover, face flushes and smile permanently on his face, “Is this real? Tell me this is real.”
Toshi laughs out, grinning to himself as he leans in and places a soft kiss onto Atsumus plush lips. “Its real babe. Very real.”