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Atsumu found himself back at the bar again a few weeks later. Having absolutely zero success in finding someone to help him with all of his pent up frustrations. He was about four drinks in and with his body still tired and sore from practice, he was about to just call it quits for the evening.
That's when a certain familiar prick caught his eye.
Welp, now he was REALLY going to call it quits.
Terushima smirked as soon as he saw him and walked over. Either he hadn't seen how quickly Atsumu called over the bartender to pay, or he just didn't care. He didn't even make it out of his seat before Terushima was next to him. Blocking his path so he couldn't get up.
“The hell do ya want?” Atsumu snapped, glaring at him.
“Just came by to apologize~” Teru purred softly as he tilted his chin up with his finger, “I got a little carried away a few weeks ago.”
Atsumu pulled away from him, “Yer damn right ya did! Fuck off!”
“I was just mad, baby~ I'm sure you understand. You must've been mad too.”
“Mad ‘bout what? ‘Sides ya hittin me?”
“About Sakusa.. and how much of a filthy cheater he is.” Teru smirked when he saw the confused look on Atsumu's face, “Oh? Did he not tell you? Figures..”
“I… what…?”
Teru tsked softly as he cupped Atsumu's cheek, “Let me buy you a drink baby~ I tell ya everything~”
Atsumu pulled away again, slower this time. He was REALLY confused. Both by the way Teru was acting and the possibility that someone like Kiyoomi would ever be a cheater. The man didn't even like holding hands, for crying out loud.
“Actually.. I think I'm done drinkin.. I'm jus’ gonna head home.”
“Let me give you a ride, then,” Terushima offered, “I could tell you everything on the way.. I think you of all people deserve to know.”
Atsumu looked hesitant. What the hell did ‘him of all people’ even mean? He found himself nodding though… part of him was so confused that he was curious and the other part of him just really wanted a free ride so he wouldn't have to walk home in the dark.
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The car ride with Terushima was uncomfortably silent. To the point where Atsumu assumed he just wasn't going to tell him at all. That was fine though. A free ride was still a free ride and he was getting tired anyway. He yawned slightly and rested his head against the window, watching the street signs pass by until he eventually he saw his own… they missed it.
“Teru-”
“I know.” Terushima nodded, turning down a completely different street, “Just gotta pick up something from the shop real quick. You don't mind, right?”
Actually he kind of did. He wanted to go home. But he didn't want to piss Teru off. “...’s fine..” He mumbled softly.
Terushima turned into one of the parking lots and Atsumu looked up at the giant neon sign that read ‘Tattoos n More’. This place looked like shit…
“Come inside with me. It's cold out here.” Teru told him and Atsumu begrudgingly did even though he didn't want to.
He knew exactly what was happening. Teru was going to keep him here half the fucking night yapping his ear off and trying to make moves on him. He really wasn't in the mood for this if he was being honest.
The second they got inside, Teru told him to sit down and disappeared into the back to ‘grab his stuff’. While he was gone Atsumu pulled out his phone and texted Omi.
Atsumu: Pick me up
*Atsumu has shared his location with you*
Atsumu heard the sound of glasses clinking and immediately shoved his phone back in his pocket. Looking up just in time to see Terushima emerge from the back with a bottle of cheap brandy and two shot glasses.
“I think we deserve a drink. Don't you?” He smirked as he filled one of the glasses and handed it to him. Atsumu didn't take it though.
“I think I've had enough tonight. I thought ya were jus’ here to grab somethin?”
“Patience baby~” Teru purred, “We can relax for a few minutes, right? Besides I think you'll change your mind about that shot after I tell you about how much of a cheater your boyfriend is~ …Sorry. Ex-boyfriend.”
Atsumu looked completely and utterly confused. In fact, he almost started laughing at how absurd it was. “Omi ain't my boyfriend.. or my ex boyfriend. The hell are ya talkin 'bout?”
This time Teru looked confused. “...he's not?”
“No.. where the hell didja get that idea?”
“I thought that's why you wanted to fuck me.. to get back at him.”
Atsumu actually started laughing now, “No! I wanted to fuck ya cause I thought ya were hot. Then I found out ya were just a dick. I didn't even know Omi and ya were datin till I asked him ‘bout it later.”
Terushima looked pissed at that revelation, “So he never even mentioned me, huh?”
“Not to me… Not that I was askin him anyway.”
“Course not.. why would you? Fuckin’ whore,” He muttered, downing the shot he had poured for Atsumu.
“I ain't a fuckin whore, an’ quit callin me that!” Atsumu snapped.
“You RUINED our relationship!”
“What the fuck did I do!?”
“He cheated on me with YOU!”
Atsumu looked genuinely taken aback. It wasn't as if him and Omi had never done things before.. but they always swore to never EVER talk about it.. They were sensitive moments.. For both of them. And there was no way in hell Kiyoomi would've told anyone. Not to mention, the timeline just wasn't matching up. The last time they did anything like that was 6 months ago, the time before that, a year ago, and before that almost 3 years ago. He had no idea what Terushima was referring to.
“Look, idunno what ya think happened.. but Omi and I are JUST friends.. if that. If he was gonna cheat on ya with anyone, which I doubt he ever fuckin would, it sure as hell wouldn't’ve been me.”
“Oh please,” Terushima scoffed, “He was fucking obsessed with you. It was always ‘Atsumu needs this’, ‘Atsumu wants that’. I swear to god he never shut up about you! Even when we were about to fuck he was sitting there asking to call you! And you're trying to sit here and defend him? Saying he's not a cheater? Yeah right!”
“I-” Atsumu's eyes widened in shock. Then he looked pissed. Kiyoomi never called him unless he needed something REALLY important and he especially wasn't comfortable having sex with people even if they were his partners, “What the fuck are ya talkin 'bout?” He demanded, his voice low.
“You heard me. I couldn't even fuck my own boyfriend without him begging to talk to you! Hid his phone just so he'd pay attention to me.”
“Omi doesn't fuck people…” Atsumu growled, “hell, he don't even like touchin people…”
“Yeah. He made that VERY clear.” Terushima rolled his eyes, “I was never good enough but apparently YOU were his ‘special little exception’. The ONLY person who was allowed to touch him... He tried to convince me you two weren't fucking but I know you were! You can't hide shit like that when you're drunk off your ass, calling your boyfriend the wrong fucking name!”
Atsumu felt sick.. and pissed..
An image passed in his mind. One of Kiyoomi, trying to find his phone so he could call Atsumu (probably to come save his ass) because Terushima, HIS BOYFRIEND, was getting him drunk just so he could fuck him…
“Yer fuckin sick..” He spat, shoving past him.
“And you're a bitch” Terushima snapped, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back.
“Don't touch me!”
“Atsumu!” Kiyoomi’s voice came from the doorway, causing both of their heads to snap up.
It took roughly 15 minutes to get from Kiyoomi's house to Terushima's shop. Somehow he was there in 8.
Atsumu ripped his hand away from Terushima and ran towards him. He stopped just shy of him but Kiyoomi pulled him close to his chest as he guided him out the door. “Let's go.”
“Pft.. yeah. Just go ahead and leave! But I'm tellin everyone ‘bout the shit you did! About how you're a fucking whore and a cheater!” Terushima yelled at them.
Kiyoomi was already quickly ushering Atsumu towards his car though. Teru’s threats fading in the background as they got inside and Kiyoomi started actually driving him home.
“Where are we goin?” Atsumu asked softly, his gaze focused out the window rather than at Kiyoomi.
“I'm dropping you off.”
“...Stay.”
Kiyoomi glanced over at him and nodded, “Ok.. I'll stay.”
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Atsumu made tea. He didn't particularly like tea but Omi liked tea and he felt like this situation needed tea. A soft sigh left his lips as he settled on the couch next to him, cup in hand.
“I'm sorry.. I wouldn't’a made ya come get me if I knew-”
“It's fine.” Kiyoomi said softly and he sounded genuine. His voice steady, unlike Atsumu's. “You know I'll always come get you.”
Atsumu stared into his cup, his mind swirling with thoughts. Kiyoomi sighed.
“Look.. I can explain.” He started but Atsumu shook his head.
“Ya don't gotta explain anythin Omi.. Seriously. I ain't gonna make ya do that..”
“I know he told you why we broke up.. I can tell.. and I swear it was an accident. I was just really drunk and it just slipped. I-”
Atsumu's eyes shot up in confusion, “What are ya talkin 'bout?”
“I- …about how I accidentally called him your name… during sex..”
“He didn't tell me that..” Atsumu shook his head, his voice wavering slightly, “I mean.. he did.. but..”
Kiyoomi raised an eyebrow, “What did he tell you then?”
“He told me ya were really drunk and tryin to call me but ya couldn't cause he took yer phone and hid it… an’ ‘bout how pissed he was cause ya would never let him touch ya.. how he thinks I ruined yer relationship cause yer fine lettin me touch ya sometimes..”
Kiyoomi tapped his fingers against the side of his cup, his eyes downcast, “It's not your fault.. It's my fault. I was just trying to make it up to him that night an-”
“It ain't yer fuckin fault Omi!” Atsumu snapped, his cup clanking loudly against his coffee table as he set it down. He looked pissed, “Don't EVER say that! Terushima's a fuckin ass fer pressurin ya like that and gettin ya drunk!”
“The drinking was my idea though..” He sighed, setting his cup next to Atsumu's as he ran a hand through his hair. He took a deep breath before blowing it out, “I just thought.. if I could get through one night then maybe he'd drop it but..”
“Ya should’a never had to do that..” Atsumu shook his head. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes but he pushed them away, “He should’a never made ya feel like ya had to do that... That's assault Omi...”
Kiyoomi pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. It was the first time he had ever considered that maybe his and Teru's breakup wasn't entirely his fault… Teru did pressure him a lot.. and yell at him.. and cuss him out.. and make him feel guilty.. and like shit about himself.. and Atsumu.. and everything really.. Teru always made him feel like he had to make up for it somehow. Usually with touching or intimacy...
His eyes burned with tears and Atsumu handed him a small pack of tissues.
“Ya can stay if ya want.” Atsumu whispered softly. “I could be right here fer ya. Or if ya wanna be alone I could drive ya back home. Whatever ya need, Omi.”
He sniffled and nodded, swallowing thickly, “…a hug?” He whispered shakily.
Atsumu pulled him into one, letting him stay in his arms for as long as he needed. Kiyoomi may have his reservations about germs and people and physical intimacy… but he was still human. He still needed a shoulder to cry on every once in a while.. and Atsumu would always be that shoulder for him, no matter what.