Karo 🤍

Omigiri friendship is so important to me, they both have no idea what to do 😭 both clueless. But after their brains finally start working first words after are

“So, if you hurt him-“
“Never”
“Good”

#sakuatsu pre-relationship

Im thinking about Osamu who is best friends with Omi. They’re on a call over the discord when Atsumu walks into the room and is like

“I have a crush on Omi, but don’t tell him”

Osamu almost fell of the chair, and well, Omi heard everything

I love you hybrids AU skts 😷 🦊 💙

#skts #SakuAtsu

CW / Piss + Self golden showers

Was chatting with @chumuscheeks.bsky.social about skts piss shenanigans and Atsumu giving himself a golden shower came up

Yeah, that hasn’t left my head … so heres two scenarios 💛💦

#AtsumuMiya

hey hey hey!

#haikyuu

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They do somehow get together, Atsumu probably reports SA, Kiyoomi convinces him to do so

And yes, Atsumu does throw up on Kiyoomi’s shoes.

So, he knows. He knows Kiyoomi cares. He cares enough to let him smudge his scrubs with his tears and snot, to hold him tightly and to let Atsumu know he is there for him. And that is all Atsumu needs right now.

END

grabbing a beer so many times, and watching volleyball matches together at Kiyoomi’s flat. The amount of light touches Kiyoomi leaves on Atsumu, and only Atsumu, no other intern, no other Omega.

They would break so many HR rules if anyone found out they’re dating. But Atsumu isn’t delusional when it comes to his crush on Kiyoomi. He knows it’s reciprocated. Weeks on this rotation, weeks of dancing around each other, sharing launches, bringing each other coffee,

And it makes him feel so small and safe, he buries his face in Omi’s chest, shaking violently, letting the Alpha rock him gently.

What he said is true. About needing his friend. Kiyoomi is one for sure.

He is probably too young for Kiyoomi.

“A friend” he cries out and Kiyoomi’s big arms wrap around him, bringing him closer to his chest. He desperately grips on Alpha middle. If he could smell Kiyoomi earlier, right now his scent is everywhere.

“Who do you need?” The gentle voice washes over him, and this time he can’t stop the tears from spilling on his cheek. Ugly cry comes out of his mouth, loud enough that other people in the ER hears him.

He shakes his head, he loves his brother but he’s not sure if worried Osamu is what he needs right now. He would want to go report to the police, and he doesn’t know yet if he actually wants to.

“Atsumu, examination and all medicines aside. Should I call Osamu?” His gentle hand slips under blonde's chin and makes him look up.

//Why are you like this?!// Atsumu’s mind screams.

“Just do the check up, please.”He adds quietly.

They stay quiet. Kiyoomi rounds the bed and stands right in front of Atsumu. His pheromones are crazy right now. The Omega doesn’t understand how no one has scolded Omi for not changing the patches.

“No, it’s- don’t tell anyone. It’s not even a big deal. It was consensual, at first at least. Later, after I said no to a date, he tried to- but I managed to run away.”

He looks at the man, who looks worried, it’s the first time Atsumu can actually read Kiyoomi’s emotions.

“No!” He says loudly turning to face The Alpha behind him. He looks into Kiyoomi’s eyes. Only after a second he realises he lost his cool. He exhales and quiets down his voice.

He takes away the hand from Atsumu’s back and Omega wants to whine. Probably some people in this situation wouldn’t want to be touched. But he wants to, especially if it’s Kiyoomi. Or Osamu. “Should I call other omega doc-“

“STD tests. If you could also prescribe HBV vaccination. I haven’t- I haven't been- I haven’t been vaccinated to this one.” He says with tears gathering in his eyes. His throat is tightened already.

“Okay. Okay we will do that.” Kiyoomi suddenly becomes even gentler than before.

“I need the pill after, pregnancy test probably…” he starts talking quickly, like a doctor. Like Kiyoomi is a patient and not him. Like becoming a doctor in this situation will help anyone.

“Atsumu.”

And it does.

Kiyoomi goes still, like a statue. And Atsumu can’t even see him because he stands behind him. It makes him tear up. But he won’t, he refuses.

He takes a shaky breath in.

“I should…” Atsumu starts without thinking. He purses his lips into thin line.

“Yes, doll?”

//Him and his fucking nicknames.// He’s been the doll since the first day of this rotation.

“I should get a post-assault medical check up” he whispers, knowing the moment he says it the world will stop.

Somehow he doesn’t feel like it is a big deal, if he could he would love to forget about the evening. But the responsible part of his mind, the one that stays sober during stressing situations, says he shouldn’t. He feels sick.

The omega plays with his fingers, bumping his short nails on the kidney dish, trying to look unbothered by anything. But he is.

Now that the adrenaline is coming off he thinks of everything that happened tonight.

But his hands are so comforting, even if it means he patches him up. And with his scent all over the place, he creates safe space, at least for Atsumu. He’s fallen in love with his scent the first moment he has smelled it. He even bought a similar scented candle to his room.

Kiyoomi says, slowly moving his hand from Atsumu’s cheek to his shoulder. “In the meantime. Let me look at your head.”

They stay quiet. The only thing Atsumu hears is how Kiyoomi moves and prepares to clean his wound. He feels sick knowing how well he reacts whenever Kiyoomi touches him.

“I’m not promising anything” he mumbles and squints his eyes when Kiyoomi flashes the light straight into his eyes. He tries to look away but the Alpha keeps him firmly in place.

“Your eyes are fine. We will get you a CT scan. But it will take a while.”

“Well, then good you got here, now you have a chance. But I will appreciate if you don’t.” Kiyoomi stands right in front of him with a tiny flashlight in one of his hands, the other one rests on Atsumu’s cheek. It’s so warm, and comforting. It makes feel omega like he’s about to explode.

He walks over to the cabinet to get latex gloves. Atsumu hates that he likes how sexy he looks with them on. He looks at his knees.

“I wanted to throw up on your shoes specifically” he mumbles, making the corner of Kiyoomi’s mouth twitch.

“Yes, I am sure, dr. Sakusa.” He spits annoyed. “I hit my head hard, I’m pretty sure I cut it somewhere in the back, it’s pounding, I feel nauseous and I see three of you. Like one is not enough.” He tries to massage his temples.

“Why haven’t you called an ambulance?”