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“Will you call me Atsumu now?” Miya asks.
“No, Atsumu,” Kiyoomi replies. He freezes, shocked at how easily the name had rolled off his tongue, like it had always belonged there.
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08 Jul 2026
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I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU
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this universe is my legacy
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05 Jul 2026
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i love flicks and dicks! thats the worst thing ive ever typed. im sorry to whoever is stalking my ao3 page.
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“He had moles on his forehead, okay? And curly fucking hair!” Atsumu covers his face with his hands while resisting the urge to roll around in the paint he is most definitely ruining his hoodie by lying on. “How is that even fair?”
“Okay, so he has moles.” Kageyama takes a sip of his drink and looks away from his canvas to observe the Atsumu lump on the floor in the middle of their studio. “Sho has a mole on his ass and I’ve never swooned over it."
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in which atsumu orders an americano with seven shots of espresso from a pretty barista, gets made fun of by kageyama and hinata, and definitely does NOT get emotionally attached to said barista.
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Bookmarked by lycheevalenie
05 Jul 2026
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gorgeous fantastic amazing. i love you skts
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“Why are you texting Miya Atsumu?” Kiyoomi asks, peering over Motoya’s shoulder at the series of messages on his cousin’s phone.
Motoya yelps and turns his phone screen away. “You didn’t read anything, did you?” he asks nervously.
The gremlins in Kiyoomi’s mind take one look at Motoya’s panicked expression and come to the conclusion that his cousin must also have a crush on the Inarizaki setter.
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Atsumu has been at the restaurant for over five years as a server, and now a waiter who has been around for two weeks wants to tell him, in fine cursive no less, how his job should be done.
“All right, Omi-omi,” he chuckles, shoving the note in his pocket. “This is war.”
//a sakuatsu restaurant AU in which the timeless battle between openers and closers rages on