#I. ngl Somethin is goin on up there. I finished writing a Thing and it doesnt solve that

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ough brain is doing SO bad but sometimes. there are colors

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A Haikyuu Draft of a Draft - The Kiss

As of right now, this project is under the temporary name: An Accidental Boyfriending. This the draft of the draft, if I ever get around to finishing this shit. I accept criticisms on dialog. A Kiyoomi and Atsumu character study.

The Kiss

The first kissed they shared wasn’t really romantic; or all that good, either. 

It’s three am and Kiyoomi is wide awake. He’s 22, a pro volleyball player, and he’s never kissed someone before. It’s not something that usually bothers Kiyoomi, and he’s not sure why now it matters, but it does. 

[Ayo: Kiyoomi’s age is defo gonna change here. Research needs to be done on plotline and every1′s age when they go pro, k]

On nights like these, were the night seems to stretch on forever and Kiyoomi can’t stop obsessing over things he’s not, he usually sleeps it off. Maybe, if it was early enough, Kiyoomi would call up Motoya and ask about the endless K-Dramas Motoya is always watching. But it’s late, Motoya’s asleep, and Kiyoomi isn’t. 

[Ayo: Motoya’s first k-drama was defo boys over flowers n he saw it on netflix, it’s canon i promise]

This time is different though; this time Kiyoomi has the phone number of one Atsumu Miya. 

It’s 3:45 am when Kiyoomi calls Atsumu in a night panic haze. Atsumu doesn’t answer until 3:55, voice gravely and thick with sleep. “Fuckin’ what?” 

[Ayo: Atsumu 100% is an early riser, like wake up at 5 am for a run weirdo, but is tots a little bitch whenever he’s awoken up before his alarm. Like full zombie mode with a splash of drag queen’s sass, yea. Make connections to this throughout the story, k.]

“I need to kiss you.” 

“Huh?” Atsumu does sound completely out of it, mumbling straight into the microphone. 

“I need to kiss you,” Kiyoomi repeats.

“Yea, but like, why now? It’s fuckin’ -” the sound of rustling and Atsumu’s voice sounds farther away the next time he speaks, “- 3:56 in the mornin’, can’t this shit wait till practice or somethin’?” 

The sunlight will awake Kiyoomi from this emotional haze and he’ll put this crisis behind him, chalking it up to the delirium of a hard week. He’ll wake up, still be 22 without a single pair of lips every touching his, and it makes him feel so universality alone.

“It’s romantic.” 

“No the fuck it ain’t - annoyin’ more like.”

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes, slipping on his shoes. “Fine, I’m in love with you and I no longer can contain this burning desire to have your lips on mine.” 

“Oh my fuckin’ god.” 

Atsumu hangs up. 

[Ayo: ive always wanted to write somethin where the main ship never says ‘wanna date?’ or like...confesses. idk just seems funny to me to just slowly build a relationship into a romantic one without all that much effort or like...intent ? yea - so Atsumu and Kiyoomi basicly soulmates n sorta just click tis is why they do shit like this so casually. ngl i really just wanna see if i can get these two married witout ever askin each other out lmao]

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Atsumu never locks his room. 

He threatens, arm wheeling and mouth foaming as he paces, bi-monthly to do it. Kiyoomi once sat through a thirty minute rant on bounderies and respect after Bokuto mistakenly took Atsumu’s room as his after a party -- drunk Bokuto is a very annoying Bokuto. 

But, after all the rants and notched up accent, Atsumu never actually goes through with his threats.

[Ayo: Ill probo delete this since i wanna reference Atsumu’s consently being awoken up -- prob use it as a reason 4 Atsumu sleepin over at Kiyoomi’s n shit -- so it will be a bit pointless to have this inner monolog bout shit we already know, yea. I also wanna have this scene of Bokuto n Atsumu written out properly]

[also, MSBY hasa dorm sitch goin on -- like theres a common room with a kitchen n main hanging out area. Every member gets their own room w personal bathroom -- optional housing. Kiyoomi doesn’t live there -- does have a room tho when he doesn’t wanna go home home after practice -- Atsumu does]

 Kiyoomi isn’t that surprised to find the room dark, Atsumu obviously fell asleep in the ten minutes it took for Kiyoomi to get here. Atsumu can be real loud if something is happening that he isn’t okay with, which is why Kiyoomi feels no guilt in ripping the comforter off of Atsumu. 

If Atsumu didn’t want to kiss Kiyoomi, Kiyoomi would already be fully aware by now. 

“Omi,” Atsumu half groans as he rolls onto his back. “You can’t just go around snatchin’ people’s blankets. What if I was sleepin’ naked?” 

Kiyoomi, because he’s not an actual asshole, asks, “Can I kiss you?” 

“Now you fuckin’ ask, not when - ugh, fine whatever.” Atsumu makes grabby hands at him, “come give me a smooch.” 

Kiyoomi nose scrunches, “not romantic at all.” 

Atsumu chuckles, dry and rough around the edges as Kiyoomi drifts closer, hands still clutching the comforter. There’s moonlight streaming in from the window, and along side with the lights of the city, it bathes Atsumu in an ethereal glow; it’s almost inimiate, with Atsumu half naked on his bed, head tilted back with an inviting laziness. 

Kiyoomi decides, as first kiss goes, this would isn’t half bad. 

Of course, Atsumu ruins it by opening his mouth to speak and breathing a wave of disguising morning breath all over Kiyoomi’s face. 

“Yer-umph,” Kiyoomi slaps a hand over Atsumu’s mouth. He gets a very confused look, eyebrows drawn up and eyelashes blinking in quick, erratic movements. 

“You need to brush your teeth.” 

Atsumu pulls Kiyoomi’s hand away from his mouth, “ya gotta be kiddin’ me. This is so many steps for a kiss I didn’t even ask for.” 

Kiyoomi leans far back on his heels, frowning slight; he feels bad for bothering Atsumu with such a random request and then demanding more after Atsumu already agreed to something simpler. 

Atsumu swings his legs over his bed, scratching as his chest. “if I’m brushin’ my teeth, so are you.” 

Kiyoomi trails after Atsumu, feeling pleasantly content. 

“Yer toothbrush is still here from last time.” 

The bathroom is too small to fit two, towering pro athletes, so Kiyoomi leans up against the doorway, watching as Atsumu brushes his teeth for the whole minute Kiyoomi insists on.   

When Atsumu’s done, he walks towards Kiyoomi with a slight swagger and teasing eyebrow lift, “Minty clean” He puckers his lips dramatically. 

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes, stepping back so Atsumu can slip out of the bathroom. “You’re insufferable.” 

[Ayo: Headcanon time, sorta. Both Atsumu n Kiyoomi dont like physical contact; obvs Atsumu is more chill with it than Kiyoomi, but like, Atsumu dont mind highfives n that type of shit but he aint real big on touches he can avoid, which is a pretty important thing that will be expand on farther. Love launage is just bigger than kisses, yea n I wanna show their progression of relationship throu how comfy they r with casual touches between each other, yea]

Atsumu laughs, “yer the one that wanna kiss me.” 

Kiyoomi flips Atsumu off, brushing hard at his teeth. Atsumu just laughs harder. 

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It isn’t until Kiyoomi is standing across Atsumu, does Kiyoomi realize that knowing how to kiss might be required for kissing someone. 

Atsumu, ever smooth, just raises his eyebrows.

Kiyoomi decides it can’t be that difficult, kissing is just lips on lips and so Kiyoomi goes for it. 

“Ow, what the fuck, omi? You said kiss, not pratcting banned WWE moves.” Atsumu is holding his face. 

Kiyoomi staggers away from Atsumu, his own nose stinging as he glowers at Atsumu. “It was a kiss.” 

Atsumu blinks, once, twice at Kiyoomi before folding at the waste in laughter, “That was not a kiss- assault maybe.” 

[Ayo: Atsumu speaks with a statement, pauses, and then farther explains the statement as above. just a way to keep dialog diff between ‘em. Also also, when feeling more emotions then usual -- like tiredness or anger -- Atsumu’s accent gets hella worse, hints why this scene it’s so heavy]

Kiyoomi face feels hot, lips pulling downwards as he glares at a Too-Amused-Miya, “Our lips touched, it was a kiss.”

Atsumu shakes his head, straightening up to his full stature. “Yer just bein’ prideful, itsa okay to be bad at kissin’ - I won’t tell anyone, promise.” 

Kiyoomi doesn’t doubt Atsumu, if there’s one thing he’s good for, it’s keeping a promise. 

[ayo: maybe do somethin with this? like Atsumu makes a promise and hella sticks to it for years, idk what tho so lmao]

“Not like anyone will believe you, anyways.” Kiyoomi challenges. 

Atsumu must be really feeling the lack of sleep now, because his eyes are droopy and his smile lopsided -- not the typical sly smirk that appears whenever they banter. Kiyoomi takes pity on him, just this once. 

“Good night, thanks for letting me kiss you.” It’s a lost for Kiyoomi, they both know it, but Atsumu lets it slide with only a prideful smirk. 

“Good night, Omi-Omi. M’happy to help.” 

“Don’t call me that,” Kiyoomi says on his way out, having to keep his dignity somewhat. 

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Later that evening, when dusk is starting to appear and Kiyoomi is half asleep standing up with Motoya’s voice in his ear, he announces: “I kissed someone.” 

There’s a break in the nonestop chatter about whatever Motoya was watching before Kiyoomi called, then a sharp inhale followed by an overly excited vomit of of questions.   

“Who? When? Wait, go back to who first. Who did you kiss? I didn’t even know you were interested in, well, in general. Who?” 

[ayo: Defo change this but a rough draft is meant to be...ugly so] 

Kiyoomi sighs, squaring up his shoulders as he shuffles towards his bed. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought it up, however, if Motoya found out Kiyoomi didn’t mention it the day it happened, he would have been even more insufferable. And pouty, so goddamn pouty. 

“Atsumu.” 

“Oh, well, huh. Why him?” 

Kiyoomi lays down on his bed, staring up at his ceiling. 

“Well,” Kiyoomi starts. He hears Motoya take a sharp breath in, and Kiyoomi can practically see him leaning forward in anticipation. “He answered the phone.”

Motoya lets out a long sigh. 

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The writing style is defo gonna change; for a rough rough draft, I like to keep things as simple as possible while also staying as comfortable as possible, so it’s pretty boring ngl. 

This fanfic is going to cover a shit ton of years, but I also want it to be as simple and short as possible, so I’m probo gonna do that summery + detailed moments style. 

This story is also gonna be sectioned into three different acts: The before friendship. The during friendship. And the romantic relationship. This scene takes place during the early climb of ‘During’. It’s super imporant to me that they are 100% besties before getting together, here neither of them hold any romantic feelings for each other -- they’re just two bros kissing it up. 

That’s it. If you’re a real person reading this and not just me, then lmao.