mar 😵‍💫

꒰ა atsuomi ໒꒱ "My mother is visiting this weekend. She wants to do dinner out Saturday night." Atsumu doesn't respond, keeping his jaw still as he shaves the stubble from it. He and Kiyoomi aren't dating, but with how often they find themselves naked in bed, and maybe pecking

atsuomi 𝜗ৎ “Tsumu.” Atsumu snorts awake at the whisper, flinching to face the source of it. He’s met with black eyes, curly hair and wobbly lips and forces himself to blink away the deep sleep he’d fallen into in Kiyoomi’s bed. “Hey Tatsuji,” he says softly to his boyfriend’s