KH Ship

Saw this prompt and the Kai song started playing on repeat LOL

I know it's tropey AF but I hope you enjoyed!!

“It was you,” Atsumu whispered.

Kiyoomi’s lips met his, and the missing piece locked into place. The edges of the puzzle were still dark, but Atsumu could tell what the picture was, now.

He was in love with Sakusa Kiyoomi.

/Please, God,/ he prayed. /Don’t let me forget, ever again./

//fin//

Kiyoomi laughed in disbelief. “You concussed yourself. Of course you felt—"

“Not like that,” Atsumu tried to explain, make Kiyoomi understand. “It was like I’d lost somethin’ real important. Like, deep down, I wasn’t myself. Like I was incomplete.”

Kiyoomi’s dark eyes shone with hope. “Yeah?”
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Atsumu’s mouth hung open. He scrambled to catch up. “After you confessed, what did I say?”

“You said you needed some time to think about it,” Kiyoomi sniffled. “And then you fucking forgot about me.”

“No.” Atsumu cupped Kiyoomi’s wet cheek. “I didn’t. I felt strange. Knew somethin’ was wrong.”
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Kiyoomi laughed through his tears and wiped at his face. “I actually confessed to you. Right before practice.”

“Which practice?” Atsumu squawked. “I don’t remember—”

“You wouldn’t,” Kiyoomi agreed. “Considering you went and gave yourself brain damage.”
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Atsumu petted his soft curls. “Talk to me.”

“I love you too,” Kiyoomi blubbered.

His affection was reciprocated! Atsumu’s heart soared. But Kiyoomi kept going.

“For the past seven months, I’ve been in love with you.”

“Wh—what?”
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Slowly, carefully, Atsumu crawled into Kiyoomi’s lap and held him close. “What’s wrong?”

The weight of Atsumu’s body broke the dam, it seemed, because Kiyoomi started crying in earnest. “Nothing, I’m sorry. Nothing.”
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A drop of water fell onto Atsumu’s forehead. He twisted to see what was going on.

Kiyoomi was weeping.

Atsumu nearly jumped out of his position to sit up, but Kiyoomi reached out a strong arm to stop him. “No sudden movements,” he admonished.
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They’d just finished another delicious dinner. Atsumu had his head in Kiyoomi’s lap, his talented hands tracing comforting lines over his forehead. Fingers which now stilled as Kiyoomi digested Atsumu’s words.

The silence dragged on. Atsumu’s heartbeat pounded in his ears. “Omi?”

“Atsu.”
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He just knew that something about Sakusa felt /right./
Two months into his convalescence, Sakusa was Kiyoomi, and Atsumu had fallen for him. Harder than he’d fallen onto the sweaty gym floor.

“Kiyoomi, I like you.”
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And Sakusa stayed, and helped him wash dishes, and sat with him on the couch, and even gave him a healing massage he’d learned as part of his kinesiology major.
Atsumu didn’t just learn Sakusa was a good cook. He learned he was smart, and funny. Or maybe he relearned it. It was hard to tell.
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He kept bringing over food, kept offering remedies and research, and Atsumu found him asking Sakusa to stay, eat some of the dinner he’d made, maybe watch a movie, oh that’s right, screens are bad for a concussion.
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The two perfect moles over his brow.

He was caught a couple of times, too, having to look away in embarrassment.

But Sakusa didn’t seem to mind. And maybe, just maybe, Atsumu caught him staring, too.

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Or re-discovered, maybe Sakusa had made him dinner before his accident?

Sakusa’s attention wasn’t the strangest part. No. Atsumu’s /reaction/ to the attention was.

Atsumu couldn’t stop himself from staring. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. The faint blush that dusted his cheeks. +

He’d researched all the side effects of concussion, even bought Atsumu some special sunglasses to help with light sensitivity. He’d brought over groceries, then he started coming by with meals he’d made from scratch. “Sakusa’s a good cook” was one of the things Atsumu discovered. +

It was like he was trying to put together a puzzle in the dark with half the pieces missing, and it frustrated him to no end.

And then there was the Sakusa Situation.

While his other teammates were worried about him in general, Sakusa was /specific./ +

But that didn’t feel right, either.

What could it be? He asked everyone he could think of. His brother didn’t know anything, his friends weren’t any help, either. He checked his phone messages and photos for clues, but… nothing. +

He’d come home from the hospital and sat in his empty apartment with a deep itch, one that told him he’d forgotten something vital. Like he’d walked out of the front door without his keys or his phone. Something was missing, lost.

/Must not be important,/ Atsumu told himself. +

who visited him in the hospital to clown him. Volleyball and how good he was at it.

What he’d had for breakfast that morning? Not so much. The address of the apartment he’d moved into a few weeks ago? No… not that, either. The new season of /Wind Breaker?/ Not even a little.
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squinting into the bright lights of the gym ceiling, telling the medical professionals he was fine, trying to get to his feet, even as they’d held him down.

They’d asked him a litany of questions. He remembered a lot! His name, where he was. His brother and brother-in-law, +

What Atsumu /doesn’t/ remember? The three months before his concussion.

Oh, right. He should explain. The whole concussion thing.

During practice, he’d been playing amazingly, right until he slipped on someone’s sweat and decided to headbutt the floor. When he woke up, he was on his back somehow,

Amnesia // sfw skts // love confession

Atsumu couldn’t take it anymore.

Ever since his concussion, he couldn’t stop thinking about Sakusa.

The guy had always been standoffish, but they’d maintained a mutual professional respect. For the past three years, as far as Atsumu remembered.
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This one was supposed to be short! Instead I got caught up in ~description~ yup sometimes it happenssssss

Today’s prompt was “fever!” man oh man I have… how many squares left??

Even though the mask covers his face, his eyes must make it clear, because Kageyama smiles back. “Okay, Hinata. I’ll be your best friend.”

Shouyou’s never seen Kageyama’s face look like that. Tentative, hopeful.

Honestly? He’s really cute.

/Wait, what?/

//fin//

“I’ve… never had a best friend before.”

If that doesn’t break Shouyou’s heart into a million pieces. What’s he supposed to do, explain that he doesn’t want to be Kageyama’s friend? The guy’s home alone and sick, and Shouyou’s not a jerk. He smiles brightly.
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“Um! I, um… I meant I wanna more than friends!” Shouyou blurts out, before he realizes what that sounds like. He laughs, trying to play it off. It sounds insane.

Kageyama’s eyebrows shoot up into his sticky fringe.

“Like… best friends?” He looks away, embarrassed again. +

for lack of a better word, /hurt./

“What?” Shouyou whispers.

“I thought we /were/ friends.”

Shouyou’s mind’s racing. Of course they’re friends! He made Kageyama soup, after all, he wouldn’t do that if they weren’t friends, right?
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“Sor-ry for trying to know more about you.” Now it’s Shouyou’s turn to pout and stare at the hole in his sock. “Jeez. Just wanted to be friends.”

There’s a silence, so long Shouyou’s worried. He looks up from where he’s been worming his big toe out into the open.
Kageyama looks, +

Kageyama replies through a yawn. “You never asked.”

“Bwaa,” Shouyou squawks, making Kageyama wince. “You never asked if /I/ had a sister, but I talk about Natsu all the time!”

“Right. You never shut up.”
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“Well, you ended up missing practice anyway, idiot.”

Kageyama nearly growls as he takes another drink of Pocari Sweat.

“Is your sister who’s in the pictures in the hall?” Shouyou asks, just to make conversation. “I never knew you had a sister.”
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