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Hinata is over him- or at least, under someone else. Atsumu shouldn’t have such a problem doing the same. Pining for someone who doesn’t want him isn’t doing him any good. Holding onto Hinata is worse than forcing himself to let go too soon, right? Just rip the bandage off and hope it doesn’t take too much skin with it.
-ongoing part of our series but can be read alone-
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- Part 4 of Whose are you?
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04 Feb 2021
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“It was drizzling. The wind blows. It reminds me of the rooftop, and... you.” Kiyoomi says, taking in a deep breath, and sighs. “Everything in my mind seems to come back to you, lately.”
The edges of Miya's face softens as he smiles at Kiyoomi. “I can’t believe how sick and wicked coincidences can be. Here I am, pathetically awake because I also can’t stop thinkin’ about ya.”Atsumu meets Kiyoomi again after four long years, but neither of them stayed the same, and so does their feelings towards each other.
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24 Jan 2021
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Atsumu had two problems. One was being injured and treated like a kid, and the other one, was how stupidly horny he felt for his boyfriend.
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21 Jan 2021
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"Why'd'ya wake me up?" he grumbles. "'S'not gonna help you sleep."
"You woke yourself up," Kiyoomi corrects him. "You were bitching at someone in your dream."
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16 Jan 2021
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As a newly minted war hero for saving the kingdom’s favorite vassal, Sir Bokuto, Atsumu has traveled to the city to formally receive the rights to the Inarizaki fiefdom. He is absolutely not trying to win the hand of rich, rude, flouncy Lord Sakusa, the court’s most eligible bachelor.
Sir Bokuto should be helping Atsumu assimilate among the nobility, but instead, he is occupied with looking after Lord Akaashi, who seems to be out of favor after his royal betrothal to another is dissolved.
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“So, which one is he?” Lord Sakusa asks. His face is impassive as he crosses his arms, eyes moving slowly between Osamu and Atsumu with what appears to be boredom.
It’s a question they get so often it’s become commonplace. Yet the dismissive tone irks Atsumu in a way that makes him straighten his spine and smile harder. Sakusa is the epitome of everything Atsumu had assumed the nobility would be: snooty, disdainful, and condescending.
“Me,” he spits out. Even he is a little taken aback by his own tone. Osamu shoots him a dismayed look. Bokuto laughs uncomfortably.
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08 Jan 2021