six days ago, osamu died and left atsumu with this: atsumu, you have to--

(namikira rises with the tides and rips osamu and vulpis empress away in one fell swoop. six days later, atsumu wakes up alone in a hospital bed and learns how to swim)

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miya atsumu gets a modelling contract with calvin klein, which sets kiyoomi's heart in motion

(or: sakusa kiyoomi realises that the rules governing the universe are absolute rubbish at explaining the matters of the heart)

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when two stars meet out in space, they either merge together to form something bigger, something new, or shatter into an infinity worth of shiny stardust

atsumu figures out early on that he and sakusa were just like that, two stars colliding headfirst into each other in an ever-expanding universe. he’s still waiting to see if they’re about to become better—or burn out in supernova together

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one day sakusa kiyoomi waltzes into atsumu's life and tells him: don't touch me. everything's fine until atsumu realises-he doesn't want to touch omi just out of spite. he wants to make omi want to touch him, too

or, two giant assholes try to convince each other that, for once, they are not trying to be exactly that

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“i’m not that into sex,” sakusa says without regard for the public setting or the strangled noise that erupts from atsumu’s throat. he hooks a finger through the handle of a delicately patterned teacup, arches an eyebrow, and waits

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when one of his regular viewers becomes closer, the realities of sakusa kiyoomi—outside hitter at day, camboy at night—clash unexpectedly

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atsumu falls in love four times in his life

(or: in which atsumu gets his heart broken twice, has self-awareness of a sober mule and really likes yellow tulops)

on forever and right now, by sakusa kiyoomi

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sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. for an athlete, he is rather pale. his lips look very pink in comparison. atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “good enough for your olympic-size ego, miya?”

(in which atsumu realizes that he is attracted to sakusa kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)

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he likes miya atsumu in everything he is, from the dorky emails to the way he likes, from the childish giggles to the soft, muffled laughs when kiyoomi attempts to joke back. yeah, no, that was terrible...

kiyoomi smiles at his computer. and then he tries to gulp it down, pressing his lips against each other so hard they're white, his nails digging into his thighs, his eyes almost bulging gout because oh, fuck of all fucks

he probably likes miya atsumu way too much, doesn't he?

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there's a list in kiyoomi's head that he started three weeks ago

its filed away in the compartments of his mind, beneath the groceries he needs to get on his wayback home and on the attack variations he imagines trying on the court.he updates it as he goes, because he keeps maying new entries, beause his head ( not ) his heart has gone rogue on him on this one specific, pointed issue

he scowls as he finds himself slowing down outside the cafe near the gym, and mentally underlines the title one more time

this is how to get over miya atsumu

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atsumu tilts his head to watch a slice of orange light bend over the impassive planes of sakusa’s face. he is absolutely, ruthlessly beautiful. it makes atsumu want to punch something—put his foot through the windshield—scream, maybe

kiss him again, maybe

they have 344 kilometers to figure this one out

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atsumu's laundry detergent smells like green apples.

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  • terminal curiosity series
  • 8 works (ongoing)

sakuatsu bdsm au featuring experienced dom sakusa and kink newbie atsumu. post time skip & loosely canon compliant

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“he’s waiting for someone,” a senpai corrected one afternoon.

“who?” inquiring minds’ attention was caught by the answer. absolute, confident.

“someone he loves.” they walk away, signalling for the others to do so as well. the kouhai are quick to catch on.

“i hope he finds them,” come in small prayers from the students

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hinata and bokuto realize that perhaps, just maybe, sakusa might show affection differently than most. unfortunately, it seems atsumu is the object of such affections

"don't worry," bokuto assures, "we're gonna teach you how to flirt with tsumu." -

in the time they’ve been teammates at the msby black jackals, sakusa has never been to atsumu’s place, and atsumu has only been to sakusa’s a few times. there’s an unspoken understanding here: that atsumu knows him well enough to know that nobody’s house or apartment would ever really meet his ridiculously high standards, and he is most comfortable in the home he’s made for himself

that, and, atsumu being over at sakusa’s means that he has to host him and do the cleaning afterwards, while atsumu can just flit off back to his own place. so. there’s that

Tonight. Tonight is not business as usual. Tonight is not familiar.

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a post-time skip canonverse series born from these two questions:

1: what if sakusa kiyoomi, known too-blunt jerk, is equally straightforward about his soft, tender feelings?

2: what if miya atsumu, resident big fat jerk who doesn't care if his teammates hate him, is too emotionally stunted to notice when his one of his teammates actually likes him?

jul 22 2020 ∞
jul 2 2021 +