#i miss kiyoomi

[iseathegalaxy]

[waveoftheocean]

saw this tweet and immediately thought of sakuatsu

[acchuli]

rereading peak sports fiction

[queenkeiji]

i miss you all, i miss them 🥹

[zentriii]

atsumu groans when light fills up his room. his head's submerged in the clouds and all he knows is that he's going to have to call out of practise today. fuck.

the sheets beside him are barely warm so he forces his eyes open and rubs the crust out with the back of his hand. what kiyoomi won't see can't hurt him. his phone reads 6:23. at least he's awake early enough that kiyoomi hasn't left yet.

the process of brushing his teeth and throwing a pair of clean, non-sweaty pants on feel like they take up five years. there's a fit of nausea trying to make itself known in his stomach but he wants to see kiyoomi off.

"how're you feeling?" kiyoomi asks, filling a plate up with eggs.

"like i wanna be run over by a car." atsumu finds that to be more of an honest statement than he thought it was. he can barely stand up but the unsteadiness of walking over is daunting.

"do you think you can eat some eggs?" there's a small gesture towards the plate in his hands but fuck – the thought alone of how greasy the butter is, the strong flavours of salt and pepper – he could puke.

"i dunno if i could keep 'em down t'be honest," he mumbles, shame churning in his gut. it's not the first time kiyoomi's seen him sick – but it's the first time since they started living together. there's nowhere to hide in their apartment.

"try?" and it's that classic Omi-Pout™ that has him folding. a little because it's cute. a little because he still feels like he's imposing sometimes. a little because he refuses to live with regrets – if all there is, is here and now, atsumu knows he'll be upset if kiyoomi becomes upset too.

there isn't much else for him to do but shrug helplessly and unstick his feet from the ground. walking isn't too bad after the first step – or with company.

the toaster pops off and kiyoomi quickly adds those to his plate before atsumu can even finish washing his hands – as if he'd refuse anything more once he sat down. kiyoomi's not wrong, but still! it's the principle of the matter – wait is atsumu internally trying to convince himself that kiyoomi should consider him a simp? that that's how he wants to be seen?

does he? he does not. (does he?)

atsumu is very confused on which side he's on right now and comes to the conclusion that his head hurts so he will not be thinking further on this matter. he sits down.

kiyoomi's long since scurried off to grab his gym bag and change out of his pjs but despite atsumu's 23 years of life – he misses him. his company's a quiet but solid one and the warmth that atsumu always feels from beside him leaves in exchange for a cold chill. the egg starts tasting more bland.

surprisingly enough – flavour-wise it isn't all that rich to begin with. kiyoomi's the type to overdo quite literally everything when it comes to food, and even though atsumu was expecting something more mellowed out in terms of taste, it's super easy on his stomach.

he wants to ask but kiyoomi beats him to it, walking out of their room and ready for the day. "i used less salt and pepper and cooked it on oil instead of butter. are you alright to finish it?"

atsumu's stomach turns into a mess for a whole new reason and there's tears pricking at his eyes that he ignores. "yeah," he croaks, voice far too fragile to say any more.

"i called coach already, i left some medicine on your nightstand and – rest well okay?" kiyoomi's brows furl and it rushes into atsumu all at once how far kiyoomi's going for him.

kiyoomi who hates being sick, hates the idea of even getting sick. kiyoomi who's been playing nurse since atsumu woke them both up in the middle of the night with a sudden fever, not once complaining about being in close contact with him.

"omi-kun–" atsumu's voice warbles. he's gonna regret this later but he's. he's not even sure what he wants to say but he feels steady enough on his feet thanks to the food kiyoomi carefully made.

"i'll be back soon yeah?" and it's the way kiyoomi doesn't make a step to the door that brings words flooding out of atsumu.

"i'll be waitin' at home for ya." there's a silent moment where he wonders if he chose wrong, if kiyoomi wasn't really ready to refer to his apartment as theirs. it's only been two months since he–

"yeah, love you." atsumu hates how he can't smother kiyoomi's stupid pretty little face in kisses so instead he engraves the curve of kiyoomi's pleased and wobbly smile into his mind.

atsumu knows his face is just as sappy. he can't quite find it in himself to care.

"love you too."

[emmyrosee]

Who misses bugging Kiyoomi like I do 🫶🏻

[shou-jpeg]

Atsumu never thought they would actually get to this point, and he panicked.

Happy birthday @lianaet!! You're my oldest fandom friend - I hope we continue to convince each other to get into large commitment fandom things for years to come.

[tsumiomi]

Kiyoomi: Just be yourself.

Atsumu: */Is himself

Kiyoomi: Not like that.

[sugawara--san]

cannot stress enough how crazy i find it that the single best combination of any four, out of SO MANY haikyuu characters, was ultimately brought together in canon by the flip of a coin

[sadibadimadi]

I love them with all my heart

[kodzuwuken]

sooooo… when are we getting sakusa kiyoomi in the haikyuu season 4 animation style

[shinnoya]

8.19!!

[s-c-l-n]

sakuatsu baseball au with pitcher atsumu and DH sakusa

[moth-nocturna]

sakusa (-ཻ _ -ཻ )

[kyopmi]

— 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞

“in the rare case that i do cross your mind,

i hope you know you always cross mine.”

musician!sakusa kiyoomi x reader | 315 words | angst

[ ♪ ] Facebook Friends — NIKI

part i | part ii | part iii

sakusa kiyoomi realizes, a little too late, that immortalizing his feelings in a song means that he's likely never going to get over said feeling.

he was never the best at expressing himself verbally, so he wears his heart over notes on a music sheet instead of on his sleeve.

it has always been his catharsis.

whenever he feels like the world is spinning out of control or the tightness in his chest gets too unbearable, all he can do is grab a pencil and a paper and scribble out lyrics that mean little to no sense, forcing his mind to laser-focus on the words right in front of him instead of whatever is in his head. eventually, he'll continue writing and rewriting his pieces until they're to his satisfaction, though he can never forget the way he felt when he initially started writing his songs.

only now, as he stands before a stadium packed with adoring fans, guitar in hand and microphone in his face, it begins to dawn on him that it's a curse.

that as he's strumming the tune of his melodies and singing the story of his heartbreak, all he can think about is the one person he thought he had gotten over, and how they made him feel, and how their relationship reached heights he never thought was possible – only for everything to come crashing down with a sickening momentum all at once.

all his memories simultaneously race in his mind like a fast-forwarded tape and there's a new dread quickly rising in his chest as his fingers grip the guitar a little tighter — he's never going to forget you so long as he's singing the songs he wrote about you.

sakusa kiyoomi thinks he has some more songwriting to do.

[theaonlax]

Girl. I don’t date dirty bitches.