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How unfortunate…” Atsumu feels his heart rate pick up. Oh, he has a few ideas.

Ya made the naughty list this year with all this deception.” Kiyoomi’s eyes follow a stray water drop that drips from his hair down his torso. “Hmm,” he says as his hands follow the path and his fingers dig under the towel, “Does this mean you’re going to punish me?

And when he does, it’s the perfect time to begin his apprenticeship as a cartographer and starts the exploration of his mouth. Minutes later, when they come up for air, Atsumu whispers into space between them, “Ya know what this means right?

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“Well Omi, yer in luck, cuz I like ya too. How bout we skip the mistletoe and get right to the kissin’?” Kiyoomi looks back at Atsumu and his pupils dilate. Atsumu places one hand on his hip and hauls him closer. This time when they kiss, Atsumu realizes that Kiyoomi does in fact gasp.

Cuz darlin, there’s bout a million better ways of doin’ so.” Kiyoomi’s cheeks pink and he looks away. His voice is small when he mutters, “If it wasn’t clear already, yes I like you.” Atsumu feels his face break into a grin and he steps up closer to Kiyoomi.

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after the confession and Atsumu’s brain just buffers a bit. Somehow, Kiyoomi has been carrying around foliage in his pocket for the last three weeks, and Atsumu is still the idiot. Funny how that works out. “Is this yer way of tellin’ me ya like me?

from his bag and places it on the locker in between them. “It’s me, alright?! I’ve been fucking put all these goddamn plants up and you’re an idiot. So just reject me – because apparently it has to be a joke for us to kiss – so that I can move on.” He is breathing heavily in the space between them

Damn, just when he thought he was on the up-and-up. “Well, no,” Atsumu says diplomatically, “More like someone’s playin’ a prank on us and I wanna figure out who. I mean, aren’t ya annoyed ya gotta keep kissin’ me when ya don’t like germs and such?” Kiyoomi groans and pulls out something green

Someone’s up ta no good and I’m tryna figure out who’s on the naughty list.” But to his surprise, Kiyoomi’s face pinches further, “Why? Because it’s been so bad to kiss me? You seem to have no problem when it’s any other person you pass on the street.” And Atsumu’s confused again.

I’m just tryna get ta the bottom of the whole mistletoe fiasco,” He says with a grin, trying to assuage Kiyoomi’ nerves. “I mean, ya’ve gotta have noticed that somethin’s up, no? No chance that we just so happened to be under a mistletoe four different times.

He looks impassive but with a jolt Atsumu realizes that he can tell that there is some anxiety in the purse of his lips and the pinch in his nose. “Nah Omi-kun, I didn’t mean ta avoid ya.

He comes out of the shower whistling a tune and knotting up his towel around his waist as Kiyoomi comes into his periphery. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he says with all the tact and nuance of a freight train.

That being said, there also hasn’t been another incident since so he’d say he’s hot on their trails. It’s Friday evening and he’s alone in the locker room for the first time since the water fountain incident.

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Really he’s been very good about hiding it if he says so himself. His money is on Hinata or Inunaki, the little devils. They are both just cheeky enough to meddle in things like this. But the end of the week rolls around and he’s none the wiser.

For the next week, he sticks like glue to the other members of the team and is hyper cognizant of his surroundings. He wants to know which of his team members is up to this little match making scheme and how they figured out his teeny tiny crush.

But instead, he sets that aside and focuses on the other emotion. Suspicion. There’s no way these wayward tree branches are a coincidence. He thinks it’s high time for some good old scientific method up in this joint.

As he pulls away, he barely feels any of the embarrassment that he had the first couple times. Rather he feels a strong urge to do more. To take it slow and map out Kiyoomi’s mouth with his tongue. To grab at his hips and pull him closer.

Needless to say, he didn’t even bother to comment as he put his hands on Omi’s cheeks and pulled him in. Hmm, looks like he didn’t chave this morning, Atsumu thinks as he rubs his thumb along Kiyoomi’s cheekbones and feels the barely there pricks of stubble.

But when he bent over to get a drink from a water fountain, there was certainly no leafy green in sight. But somehow, when he stood back up, there it was, stuck to the wall right above his head. And lo and behold, who was behind him -- Mr. Sakusa Kiyoomi. Odd.

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When it happened the fourth time, Atsumu got real suspicious. Yeah yeah, maybe he should’ve realized sooner but Atsumu always thought of himself as a real lucky guy so he just thought Santa was doing him a solid.

The second time was during practice when they were taking a water break. The third time, they stopped for coffee on their walk home and there it was above the door. Both times it was a quick peck that left them both with blotchy pink cheeks.

By the time Atsumu recovered, Hinata’s looking at him smugly and nudging him forward. *** Atsumu thought that was a freak chance encounter and he was happy for it. But then it happened twice more over the course of two weeks and always with Kiyoomi.

He steps in close and tilts up just a bit to give a small peck on his lips. It lasts barely a second but it’s enough for Atsumu to know that his lips are surprisingly soft and that he did indeed taste a bit like sour plum. Kiyoomi hastily puts on his mask and starts walking to the gym again.

If he would gasp a little and close his eyes. Which is why he’s having a hard time discerning if this was another dream or really happening. But at Hinata’s pointed cough behind him, he decides, yeah this is real and he’s not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He'd rather look at Omi’s.

And okay fine if he had a gun to his head, he can admit that he’s thought about it. Thought about if Kiyoomi would taste like those sour candies he can’t get enough of. If his cheeks would feel soft or if there would be a hint of rough stubble if he were to grab his cheeks.

I’m not an animal.” Kiyoomi looks around shiftily, “Okay then do it already. We’re going to be late for practice.” Atsumu takes a second because there’s no way Omi is insinuating that Atsumu’s taking too long to kiss him.

Tsumu!” Hinata rolls his eyes, “No! Omi-san is next to you! You guys have to kiss!” Atsumu starts to protest, about to explain that he doesn’t want to do anything to make Omi uncomfortable when Omi opens his mouth, “Did you brush your teeth this morning?” “Uh-- yeah, fuckin’ duh?

Point is, there’s not a snowball's chance in hell that Sakusa would kiss him because of a misplaced mistletoe. “Yeah Sho? This yer way of comin’ onta me? Ya know, I always knew we had undeniable chemistry but I can’t kiss ya in good conscience with little Tobio so far away.” “Pfft, you wish

It had started through Atsumu’s relentless need to annoy the shit out of anyone that turned their nose at him and somehow along the way fell into teasing walks to and from practice and the occasional movie night at his apartment.

The only issue this time around? He was standing next to famously untouchable Sakusa Kiyoomi. They had fallen into a tentative friendship in the last few months.

He has nice ass DSLs (dick sucking lips for those unaware) and he’s not afraid to give a peck to a friend in greeting or slip some tongue to a stranger at a club. He likes to think of it as a real bonding activity. Like the way those blue Avatar people connect with their hair.

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