— tags : spies & secret agents. Forced proximity. Fake/pretend marriage. Slow burn. Getting together. Domestic fluff + more.

“Good afternoon, partner,” Miya Atsumu said, tilting his head with a smirk. “Or should I say… husband?”

The man behind the door wore a half-smile, dyed blonde hair a little tousled while holding two suitcases in his hands. He felt the blood drain from his head to his feet, his breathing grew shallow, and he nearly laughed at the sheer absurdity of the situation.

The sound of the doorbell startled him slightly. The food had only been ordered five minutes ago, and he hadn’t received any notification that it had arrived. He got up from the couch, grabbed the doorknob, and turned it to reveal the person standing on the other side.

He slowly got to his feet, bones cracking with every movement, ordering the food they were craving. Sakusa had dealt with yakuza, con artists, even serial killers—and somehow, he felt this would be his most difficult case yet.

+ minutes ago and was now doodling where the numbers should’ve been.

“Feel like having some yakimeshi?”

The child’s head whipped around so fast Sakusa thought his neck might’ve snapped. His eyes lit up, and he was practically bouncing in place on the floor.

“Yes, please!”

“Oh, yeah, I heard about that” He paused. And then, he fucking laughed. “Don’t worry too much, Sakusa. We’ve already arranged for someone to pose as your husband.”

He sighed defeated. After hanging up, his eyes landed on his son, who had given up on the math exercises +

“The school sent a letter saying both parents must be present, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m just one person.”

Meian pulled away from the phone, making whatever he was saying to someone else on the line completely unintelligible to Sakusa’s ears.

“I need a husband,” he said into the phone, letting out a defeated sigh.

“Okay? And how exactly is that my problem? I don’t care about your nonexistent love life—”

“For the mission!” Sakusa felt his patience draining by the second.

In all his years as an spy, he had never worked a case like this. His cover story was of a loving father who adored his job as a psychiatrist. Sakusa couldn’t even imagine having kids to begin with. He grabbed his phone, searched for his boss’s contact, and hit the call button.

“Karasuno Academy informs you that in order for your son to be admitted, both parents —You and your wife/husband— must be present at the entrance interview.”

He had barely managed to get himself a child, and now they expected him to find a partner within a week?

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Kiyoomi didn’t say anything at first, but Atsumu saw the way his eyes darkened, the way he leaned in until his lips brushed against Atsumu’s ear.

“Do you want me to show you just how long they are?”

…

+ from Atsumu’s thigh and placed it on the table, palm up, in full view.

“How long?” he repeated, the background chatter fading for both of them. “Take a guess.”

“I—” Atsumu bit his lip, then let out a laugh. “That was a weird thing to ask, but… I don’t know. I’m curious.”

“Bokuto tells this story every time we go out,” Kiyoomi murmured in his ear. “I’ve got it me—”

“How long are yer hands?”

Kiyoomi blinked, then smiled at him with a look that was either confused or pretending to be—just to tease. He raised an eyebrow, then lifted his hand +

+ occasionally and giving it a playful pinch.

Atsumu could die. Heat spread through his body, his face was burning, and even though he pretended to listen to Bokuto’s story, his eyes were fixed on Kiyoomi’s free hand, the one idly playing with his glass.

the signs were so obvious, so not-friend-like, they made him want to rip out his bleached hair in frustration.

Like now, after a practice before an important match, the whole team was gathered at an izakaya. Kiyoomi had casually slipped a hand onto Atsumu’s thigh, stroking it +

That’s how down bad he was for Kiyoomi. Okay fine, Atsumu could admit it now: even if they were friends, he couldn’t deny the urge to push past the platonic.

And something in Kiyoomi’s behavior made him think there might be more. Not that he was getting his hopes up, but +