Day 17

Kiyoomi thought that practice was taking an exceptionally long time today. It must be because he was anxious to get to the end. When coach finally said they could hit the showers, he felt his heart hammering with excitement.

As usual, they were the last two in the locker room. Why did no one ever ask them about that, anyway? Omi thought briefly. He finished dressing and closed his locker.

"Ready?" he asked Atsumu.

"Yep," he answered, slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder. They began walking to Omi's dorm, as had become their routine. Atsumu was trying very hard to rid his brain of his fucking fantasy but no, it was apparently there to stay, popping into his head at the most inopportune times, like in class and when he was watching Omi spike. Shit.

"Can we stop for coffee and a snack?" Omi asked.

"Sure," Atsumu said absently, mind still preoccupied with the image of Omi on his knees.

They entered the shop and got in the short line. Atsumu was irked to find that same clerk, Kiyoko, behind the counter. Atsumu hoped she'd have no comments for him today.

"Oh, hey, Miya. Back again, huh? That woman of yours treating you well? If not, you know where to find me," said Kiyoko with a bright smile and a wink.

Atsumu opened his mouth to correct her when he heard Kiyoomi speak.

"I'm his boyfriend." Both Atsumu and Kiyoko turned to him, mouths open in surprise. "And I'd really appreciate if you stop flirting with him." There was no malice or nastiness in his tone, just matter of fact. Kiyoko finally closed her mouth and whispered an apology, then took their orders without making eye contact with either.

Atsumu was surprised as hell, but also feeling a little warm fuzzy inside. He was really proud of Omi finally being open about their relationship. They took their food and coffee to a table and hung out for a while. Every once in a while, Sakusa chanced a look at Kiyoko. She was staring at them a few times but always looked away quickly. He hoped she'd leave them alone now.

Atsumu couldn't help but smile as they walked back to Omi's dorm. Sakusa noticed.

"'Tsumu, what are you smiling about?"

Atsumu looked up at him and the smile brightened. "Just thinkin' about ya tellin' our friend Kiyoko about us."

Omi pulled up one side of his mouth in a smile. "I thought it was time. And she was really annoying me."

"Yeah. It will be nice to be able to go in there without worryin' we'll see her," Atsumu replied.

"Yes," Kiyoomi agreed and then he startled Atsumu again by grabbing his hands and entwining their fingers. Atsumu looked up at him again, his big brown eyes showing surprise as well as affection.

"Yer full of surprises today, aren't ya Omi-kun?" Sakusa smiled and thought to himself, You have no idea.

They arrived back at Omi's dorm and Atsumu plopped face down on the bed. Omi put his volleyball bag down and went to his desk. "Can you just hang out while I finish my school work? It shouldn't take long."

"Yeah, I don't have anythin' urgent so I'm just going to chill," Atsumu replied. Kiyoomi worked in silence and Atsumu absently thumbed through social media and tried really hard not to let his fantasy take over his thoughts again.

Less than an hour later, Omi came to sit on the edge beside him. "I'm done," he declared.

"Oh, good," said Atsumu, flipping over onto his back. "It's still pretty early. What do you want to do?"

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"Shit, Omi," his boyfriend repeated. These appeared to be the only coherent words Atsumu could form at the moment, which was just fine with Kiyoomi. He kissed a path back up the way he had come down, from Atsumu's abs to his chest then finally his lips, where Omi kissed him savagely, still pressing him against the wall. Atsumu moaned again and Omi felt a surge of something … Power? Control?

Whatever it was, it felt really good, and he knew he wanted to feel it again.