Sunshine
small pregnancy mention. boyfriend!kiyoomi part III!!
There’s a feminine voice coming from the bathroom when Atsumu enters his hotel suite.
“Don’t you think you’re being just a little over dramatic?”
There’s a light sound of clanking when he sets his overnight bag to the side, water running and the sound of fizzling foam. Sakusa’s feet make shadows under the door as Atsumu creeps closer, and shallows his breathing to effectively eavesdrop.
“No.” He huffs like he’s pouting, and the voice giggles. “I’m gonna die here, you know. I hate sharing a room.”
“Mmh.” You hum. “Does that apply to me?”
“You’re different.”
Atsumu gapes a little.
There’s… no way Omi’s gone and found himself a girlfriend. No way. I mean, sure, his body’s a ten but-
“You’ll live, baby. I promise.” Your voice breaks a little from the wavering reception of the hotel suite. “Plus, Miya’s your friend. Better him than anyone else, huh?”
Sakusa huffs. “Yeah, but he’s a pig. At least Shoyo-kun knows not to leave his dirty socks laying around.”
Atsumu grins. He didn’t disagree! Before furrowing again. Wait, he calls him Shoyo-kun?
“Doesn’t that guy also stay up till like 3am? I remember you being really grumpy about that last time you shared a room.”
Wait, last season?
“Yeah.” Sakusa sighs, and there’s a rush of water that muffles him for a moment. Muted voices cottoned by white noise and Atsumu nearly starts to back away when the water finally stops.
“I miss you so much.” He hears clear as day, but even then Atsumu debates if he imagined it.
“I miss you too, Omi.” You sigh, a faint rustling hissing through his speaker. “It’s just three days. Then I’ll be all over you again.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Atsumu blows out a breath through his nose. This is definitely his girlfriend. He’s never heard Omi speak like this to anybody. - And he’s seen him with his mom before. Hearing Omi talk so sweetly almost makes him feel like his brain is making it up, and he’s all but pressing his head against the door just to be sure that this is a real thing.
“‘You eaten yet by the way? I can send you some money so you can-“
“I’ve eaten, baby, yes.” You chuckle. “What is your deal? Money’s not a love language, you know. - My friends think you’re my sugar daddy.”
“I’m a pro athlete.” He says frankly. “And I don’t like seeing you spend your hard earned cash when you could be spending mine.”
“What’ll be the point of me working then?”
“Exactly, quit your job.” And the way he says it has you full out laughing.
“You know, if you’re gonna turn me into a housewife, I’d like to see a ring first.”
Sakusa’s voice sounds muffled under a towel when he retorts. “That can be arranged.”
You guffaw this time, a little airy, a little ugly. “Yeah? Well the sooner you get home the sooner you can make an honest woman outta me. Hell, next thing I know you’ll have me barefoot and pregnant.”
“Don’t just say things like that, I can’t get off with Atsumu in the same room as me.”
“Goodbye, Kiyoomi.”
“Wait, wait, wait!” And the desperation in his friend's voice nearly inclines him to audibly scoff in disbelief. This guy’s really hooked, huh?
“Yeah, sunshine?”
“I love you.”
Atsumu starts to choke on his spit.
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