thanks for reading! atsumu thinks that if he matches omi then he won’t feel it if Omi messes him up a little bit (he doesn’t feel anything 😂)

Kiyoomi’s moral compass wins out and they end up in a back room of the bar, with a barely sanitized needle and both doctor and patient stumbling around trying to close up the wound.

Atsumu ends up with 16 stitches instead of 8 (seeing doubles, remember?) but their first mate will live another day.

Atsumu takes the whisky and glass in front of Kiyoomi and throws back two big gulps. “There, now we’re even—stitch me up!”

Kiyoomi squints, trying to see straight. “I was on three.”

“Fine, bastard,” Atsumu says and throws back one more. “Fer luck.”

“I’m drunk, Atsumu, I can’t help you right now.”

Atsumu surveys the bar, finds few other customers. Suddenly, he grabs Kiyoomi’s hand to feel it. “Seems steady enough, come on then!”

Kiyoomi hands looks blurry to him, and they certainly don’t feel steady. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

His shirt is bright red on his left side and Kiyoomi knows he’s going to have to deal with it. But he’s already three glasses deep.

“Omiiii, got a job fer ya—shit, are ya drunk?”

“Go find someone else.”

“No one else can stitch like ya. Come on Omi, I doubt Joffe wants blood all over his floor!”

I am now a broken person

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I also want to be in my delulu era as much as Boa Hancock

eeeep thank you my dear!! 🩷🩷

If he ever had a chance at life again, he would do this each time.

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guess who saw hozier the other day and nearly bawled at the live version of francesca 🥹🥹

Kiyoomi knew that he would never change this for anything—he would take this punishment eternally, in every lifetime, for the chance to hold Atsumu again like this.

He broke off and looked up, almost daring the voice to see what he’s done. Daring for it to separate them again.

It wouldn’t matter.

For Kiyoomi.

“You didn’t repent,” Kiyoomi said, reaching to run his hand across his lover’s cheek.

“I could never deny you,” Atsumu whispered, and tumbled forward into Kiyoomi’s arms. Kiyoomi caught him easily, gasping when Atsumu surged against his mouth with the desperation of a starved beast.

The change was instant—the chill was replaced by a burning inferno, and Kiyoomi struggled to keep his eyes open to see his surroundings.

He was about to shield his eyes when something wrapped around his wrist. Whirling around he looked into the eyes of Miya Atsumu, bright and burning with love.

“That is a lie.”

“He has already repented, he will not join you in your eternal punishment. I will ask again, will you repent?”

Kiyoomi balled his fists and stared upward, to whatever deity saw fit to judge him. “I would do it again; in every life, every time, I would do it again.”

“The crime of your murder, however, offers a chance of redemption. Will you repent of your sin to join the heavenly chorus?”

Kiyoomi lifted his chin high in the air, a deep glare etched onto his face as he replied “I will not repent.”

“Your lover, Miya Atsumu, has already repented.”