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Atsumu’s knee finally gives out during a game.
It’s loud when his body falls to the ground, echoes off the polished wood, and Kiyoomi doesn’t scream, but everyone acts like he has, as he runs toward where Atsumu is crumpled on the floor like paper.
It’s only later when he watches the game footage that he hears himself and understands.
Running from the back row to the front feels like a hundred meters, and when Kiyoomi gets to Atsumu’s side, he’s pale, a pale imitation of himself, his eyebrows aren’t smirking or glaring or asking a question, they’re furrowed in agony. He’s hissing through his teeth like he’s in pain, and he has to be, and Kiyoomi’s in pain, too, because he can’t bear to see Atsumu suffering so much.
The medics come and Atsumu gets to his feet, attempting to smile and wave to the crowd, an “everything’s fine here,” but Kiyoomi’s close enough to see nothing is fine. Even though the crowd cheers and chants Miya, Miya, Miya, deep down they know it, too.
It’s so obvious.
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- Part 25 of Threads 🧵🪡 and I'm the Needle
Bookmarked by autistickenma (gemlion)
28 May 2026
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“Are y’nervous?” Atsumu asked, with a smile. Why shouldn’t he be happy? He was going home, a place of rest and comfort. He was in his element, surrounded by people who liked him, or at least knew him. Kiyoomi? He was a fish out of water, a city boy in the suburbs.
Plus, there was the whole dark-shadow-not-personable-hate-strangers thing he had going on. It didn’t really invite too many friendly smiles and warm hugs.
“Omi?” Atsumu said, and now he looked nervous, as if he were the worried one.
Kiyoomi realized he hadn’t answered his question. He considered lying, but Atsumu always saw through him whenever he tried it. He decided to tell the truth. “A little.”
“Tell me what you’re worried about.”
“Meeting your parents.”
“Yeah, okay,” Atsumu laughed. “But what specifically d’ya think’s gonna happen, that’s gonna be bad? Like, d’ya think y’re gonna accidentally insult my Ma? Or punch my Dad? Or rip a huge fart n’fronta them r’somethin’?”
“How does your mind come up with this shit?” Kiyoomi sputtered. “Of course I’m not worried about punching your dad, why the hell—” he paused and considered the worst case scenario. “Did any of these actually happen before?”
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- Part 21 of Threads 🧵🪡 and I'm the Needle
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28 May 2026
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Bokuto came back from his five-kilometer run to see Atsumu ass up in the living room. He frowned. Of course he appreciated the sight, even if he had a boyfriend, but Atsumu was nearly underneath the couch, which was not standard operating procedure.
“Whatcha doing there, Tsum-Tsum?” Bokuto asked, his head cocking to the side in the way Keiji told him made him look even more like an owl. A horny owl was usually Bokuto’s reply, knowing his terrible joke would be rewarded with some very un-terrible kisses.
“Cleanin’,” was the muffled reply, since Atsumu was still mostly buried under the sofa. As Bokuto watched, his hand scooped out a used tissue, some mail they’d misplaced, and a single sock.
“My sock!” Bokuto chirped happily, retrieving it with glee. “Been looking for this one!”
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- Part 16 of Threads 🧵🪡 and I'm the Needle
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Labels Don't Matter (Unless You Want Them To) by KHShip for chaotic_k
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
03 May 2022
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Atsumu and Kiyoomi had been dating for a month.
Dating! Atsumu Miya! Yes, he was very surprised, too.
He had never “dated” anyone before. Unless you called drinks at a party followed by several orgasms in a dorm room “dating.” Which he didn’t.
Not now, now that he knew what it was like to go on an actual date.
Sure, they drank at parties sometimes, and sure, they’d had their share of blowjobs and handjobs and orgasms together, but there were other things too. Things Atsumu never knew he had wanted to do before, before Kiyoomi.
There was getting pizza slices at midnight together, eating them on the curb outside the convenience store, laughing at Kiyoomi getting sauce on his nose somehow.
There was watching movies and adding snarky commentary, but now they watched the movie curled up next to each other, sharing the same blanket.
There was walking each other to class, and if they both woke up early enough, maybe a coffee date at a cafe, their pinkies linked under the table.
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- Part 8 of Threads 🧵🪡 and I'm the Needle
Bookmarked by autistickenma (gemlion)
27 May 2026
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“Oh.” The man blinks a couple times, surprised, and looks around at the mess again. “…You live like this?”
The amount of raw sympathy in his voice is, frankly, insulting. “Why are you in my bedroom in the middle of the night?”
“Oh, I was going to rob you,” the man replies easily. He winces at the mess around him once more. “I, uh, kind of thought you were already hit, and I didn’t want to make things worse for you, y’know?”
“Get out.”
(( or: kenma gets visited by a stupidly considerate thief, who won't stop visiting him ))
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