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Atsumu: I'm coming over, asshole!
Kiyoomi groaned as he looked at the message on his screen. It was 1 in the goddamn morning. So much for sleep. Not that he got a ton of that anyway…
He sighed softly and got out of bed to put some clothes on. Settling on a pair of sweats and an old t-shirt. By the time he stepped into his living room Atsumu was already banging on his front door. He opened it quickly and before he could even get a word out, Atsumu was shoving past him, into his home.
“Keep it down! I have neighbors, you know!”
“Yeah? Ya also got a lot of fuckin explain to do!” He snapped, plopping down on his couch. “I need ya to look at my ear.”
god he hated this man sometimes.
“What the fuck did you do now?” Kiyoomi groaned.
“What did I do? What the fuck did YOU do!”
“Well I WAS trying to go to bed before you barged in here.”
“That ain't what I mean and ya know it.” Atsumu huffed, crossing his arms.
“I literally have no idea what you mean.” Kiyoomi deadpanned.
“Tell me why I got slapped in the face and called a fuckin homewreckin whore! I think he fucked up my piercing.” He whined.
“Let me see.” Kiyoomi sighed as he sat down on the couch next to him. Atsumu winced when he touched it, “It's bleeding a little.. but it should be ok. Let me clean it up.”
He got up and went off towards his office to grab some of his supplies before settling back down on the couch next to him. “Tell me what happened.”
~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~
Atsumu giggled softly as Terushima ran the back of his fingers along his cheek, “Tell me what a pretty thing like you is doing here, hm? And how did I get so lucky to talk to you?”
Honestly.. Atsumu was just pent up and trying to get laid.. but he learned a long time ago that telling random strangers that he just wanted a quick fuck invited the wrong type of people.
“Jus’ here to have a little fun is all~” He purred softly, leaning closer to the man he had literally only met a few minutes ago.
He was hot though. Blond hair and piercings with deep brown eyes. Atsumu really didn't have a type per-say. But there was something about piercings that DEFINITELY did it for him.
“Let me show you a fun time then,” Terushima smirked, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear.
Atsumu instinctively pulled away. The pain from his ear piercings had mostly subsided but they still weren't completely healed yet and he didn't want to risk anyone touching them. “Sorry.. they're still healin..”
Terushima smiled, an understanding look on his face as he grabbed Atsumu's chin, tilting his head so that he could take a better look. “They’re pretty.. but honestly I think gold would look better on you.”
“That's what Omi said too. He's getting me a new pair once these heal.”
“Oh really? Who is this Omi guy, huh? Not your boyfriend, I hope.”
“Nah, he's just a friend.. and a piercer. He did em for me.”
“Cute.. I'm a piercer too. Never heard of him though.”
Atsumu looked confused. Kiyoomi’s shop was stupidly popular in Osaka, “He owns Euphoric. Jus’ a couple blocks down.”
Terushima paused. His eyes searching Atsumu’s face as if he was quickly realizing something. “Omi? …You mean Kiyoomi? Sakusa Kiyoomi?”
“Yeah!” Atsumu grinned.
“I- .. Actually.. I don't think I caught your name.”
“Miya. But you can call me Atsumu~” Atsumu smiled sweetly.
Terushima scoffed, shaking his head, “So you're the homewrecking whore, then!” He huffed, slapping Atsumu across the face.
~~~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~~~
“Fucking asshole.” Kiyoomi muttered under his breath as Atsumu explained what happened. “What did you say his name was?”
“Idunno.. Teru-somethin or other.”
Kiyoomi thought for a moment and then paled when he realized there was only one person it could be, “...Terushima?”
“Yeah! That was it. Ya know him?” Atsumu asked.
“..sort of..”
“Well ya ‘sort of’ better tell me what ya did cause I didn't get hit in the fuckin face fer nothin! An’ it better be good or else I'm kickin yer ass.”
Atsumu whimpered softly as Kiyoomi moved his jewelry around trying to clean it, “sorry..” he mumbled, letting the silence take over. It only lasted for a few moments before Atsumu broke it.
“Explainin.. get to it.” He said, snapping his fingers.
Kiyoomi had dated Terushima for roughly four months and he would be the first to admit that it was 100% his fault that they broke up. Terushima was the type of guy that needed physical touch and intimacy and Kiyoomi could just never provide that for him. Not that he didn't try occasionally… but most of the time it was too difficult. He was just an inadequate partner. And to make matters worse, Teru was always jealous whenever he mentioned Atsumu or went to go help him out with anything. When he found out that Atsumu was his one exception to the whole no touching thing, he absolutely lost it and Kiyoomi couldn't really blame him..
It all came to head when he got too drunk one night. He was trying to make it up to Teru. Trying to get through one night of actual intimacy but the whole time he just felt dirty and disgusting and Teru could tell. It pissed him off. Then he royally fucked up when he accidentally called him Atsumu by mistake.
There was no coming back from that.. and Teru broke up with him the next morning. Honestly he was so drunk that he barely remembered.. but Teru did.. and he yelled at him for over an hour before finally storming out and never talking to him again.
Kiyoomi would rather crawl into a hole and die than tell Atsumu any of that though.
But it was still kind of his fault that he got slapped in the face so…
“I dated him.. things ended on pretty shitty terms and it was my fault.” Kiyoomi admitted, hoping he would get lucky and Atsumu wouldn't pry for more details, “I'm sorry you got hit because of me.”
Atsumu crossed arms, “Doesn't explain why I got called a whore…”
“I'm sure he was just mad..”
“Ya ain't tellin me everything, are ya?”
“No.. I screwed up, ok?” Kiyoomi sighed, “I fucked up a perfectly good relationship and it's my fault.. but I don't want to talk about it.”
He got up, tossing away the used wipes and tissues he had used to clean Atsumu's ear. “Be extra careful the next few times you clean it. It'll probably be crusty and gross.”
“I wanna know what ya did.” Atsumu pressed.
“No you don't.”
“If ya don't tell me then imma think ya did something real shitty...”
“It was shitty.. but I'm not talking about it so stop asking.”
“How long ago was this? If I knew he was yer ex I wouldn’t’ve even talked to him.” Atsumu asked.
Kiyoomi thought about it for a moment, “A couple years ago.”
“How long were ya two together?”
“Four months.”
“Pft.. that's nothing..” Atsumu mumbled, leaning back against the couch.
“Coming from the person who’s never had a real relationship.” Kiyoomi raised an eyebrow.
“That don't matter. I know still bein pissed bout shit that happened over a couple years ago is stupid ‘nless ya did somethin real bad.. It ain't like ya guys were married or nothin.”
Kiyoomi shrugged, stayin silent.
“...Did it have somethin to do with me?”
“Leave it alone Atsumu.”
“People don't get called homewreckin whores if it ain't got shit to do with em.”
“Drop it.” Kiyoomi huffed, his voice stern.
Atsumu huffed, rolling his eyes as he got up and strided towards the kitchen. “Whatever. I'm starvin. ‘m makin myself somethin to eat.”
“Go ahead.” Kiyoomi mumbled, as if he had a say in the matter. He slowly followed in after him. Watching as he rummaged through his fridge and staked claim to his leftovers from lunch. Atsumu didn't live there but he sure acted like he did sometimes.. usually at the worst times.
“You'll tell me eventually.”
“No I won't.”
“Yeah.. ya will.” Atsumu hummed softly, as he leaned against the counter and took a bite of the still cold food. He made a face, “Ugh.. are there onions in this?”
Kiyoomi rolled his eyes.