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Waking up before noon was not something Sakusa Kiyoomi ever thought he’d do on a free day.
But here he was.
It’s not because of an important date, and it certainly isn’t because of his own will, but he wants to do something nice for his boyfriend, Atsumu.
Said boyfriend is currently sleeping very comfortably in their very comfortable bed, being the most comfortable he could ever be.
Kiyoomi is not jealous of him. Really, he isn’t.
He’s actually relieved Atsumu is getting some rest after the week they had, which had been harder for the blonde than it was for everyone else on the team. He would stay up late watching recordings of the team they played against yesterday, practice his serves until his body begged for a little bit of rest, and maintain a stricter diet than the one they already had.
It’s not like Kiyoomi didn’t try to make him slow down a bit, but Atsumu’s excuse was that he wasn’t overworking himself that bad, he just wanted to play his best on the actual game.
And it did pay off, they won. But that certainly didn’t make Kiyoomi feel any better after seeing Atsumu be so exhausted the second the game ended.
So here he is, waking up early just to do something nice for his boyfriend, that being cooking.
The thing is, there is a slight problem.
Kiyoomi is not good at cooking. At all.
Before he and Atsumu started dating, Kiyoomi would mostly do the same four dishes or order takeout, since he didn’t trust himself in the kitchen. It’s not a new thing, either. When he was a kid, there were employees cooking for him, and when he was a teenager it was the same, all because the first time he tried to cook, he almost burned the whole kitchen down.
And the second, and the third, and the- well, you get it.
But he’s stubborn and determined, so he’s decided he's going to cook the best pancakes to ever exist and make the best breakfast in bed for his boyfriend.
He’s currently reading the directions on the box for what feels like the millionth time, brows furrowed and his free hand gripping the counter when he decides that the directions are wrong.
Surely if he wants to add a few toppings to the batter, it’s going to end up being too thick, right? He decides he’s right and pours more milk.
He begins mixing while humming the song Atsumu’s been obsessed with the past month, then pauses when he notices how runny the mix looks now.
'Damn it.' He curses under his breath, before adding a little more flour to the mix.
Now it was way too thick.
See, this is why he’s not allowed in the kitchen, not even by himself, but he’s said already he’s determined in making the best breakfast in bed, and he is going to make it.
'You know what, fuck it.' He grabs a pan and butter and waits until the latter has melted before pouring a little of the mix on the pan.
A few seconds later, he decides the pancakes- if they can even be called that- should not be looking like they currently are, but he can’t really do much about it anymore, so he grabs a few chocolate chips and small cubes of Atsumu’s favorite fruits he cut earlier (without accidentally cutting himself) and tries to make a heart in the middle of the pancake.
He grabs the spatula and flips the pancake before deciding, once again, that hearts do not look like that.
But it’s the thought that matters, right?
Right?
He waits until it cooks before serving it onto a plate and then goes to cook two more pancakes.
They still don’t look how he had imagined them, not even close. But at least the third one didn’t look so bad.
He sulkily decorated the pancakes with syrup, a bit more fruit on the side, and a little bit of butter on top of the pancakes.
He serves a glass of Atsumu’s favorite juice before taking both things to their room.
Peeking over the door, he finds Atsumu still asleep, looking absolutely breathtaking under the small ray of sunlight that dimly lights up the room.
He leaves the tray with the food on the nightstand before stepping closer to Atsumu, kneeling in front of him.
'Atsu, wake up, sweetheart.' Kiyoomi says lowly, barely above a whisper. He shakes Atsumu a little until he feels him stir beneath his hand.
'Hmm, Omi?' Atsumu mumbles, cracking one of his eyes open and stretching the best he can while still laying down on the bed.
'Hi, love. I have something for you, so I need you to sit up for me, hm?' He’s still talking lowly, only a bit louder than before so that he doesn’t disturb Atsumu, who is currently trying to sit up with Kiyoomi’s help.
'What’s happenin’ Omi?' Atsumu’s doing that pouting-puppy-face he does when he’s confused, even if he denies he does it all the time, and Kiyoomi feels like he’s about to melt at the sight of his boyfriend being so adorable.
Which happens all the time, since there is not one time when Kiyoomi doesn’t find Atsumu adorable.
It’s hard, but he survives.
Kiyoomi sits on the side of the bed before taking Atsumu’s hands in his. 'I know you’ve been very stressed lately, and I know how exhausted you’ve been, and now that you finally have a rest day, I wanted to make something nice for you, even if it didn’t turn out that good.'
He grabs the tray, which Atsumu hadn’t seen until now, and presents it to Atsumu, smiling shyly at him.
He sees Atsumu’s eyes widen and his face light up before his eyes move to Kiyoomi and his face softens immediately, his eyes expressing so much love that it makes Kiyoomi feel something he didn’t believe he’d be able to experience, ever.
Kiyoomi still can’t believe he has someone that looks at him with so much love that everyone and their family would notice, but he’s happy that person is Atsumu.
'You cooked for me? really?' He sees Atsumu’s eyes tear up a little, and he barely has time to panic before Atsumu’s face breaks into a smile so bright and big that Kiyoomi feels like he’s in heaven. He feels the blonde’s arms around his neck, his face pressing at the side of it, and he hears whispers of ‘thank you’ being whispered against his neck, making it feel warm.
He puts the tray on the bed, circling his arms around Atsumu’s waist, engulfing his body in warmth, before pressing his face in the blonde’s shoulder and inhaling.
If someone ever asked him what home was to him, he knows he’d immediately think of Atsumu.
When they separate from the hug, Atsumu’s still smiling, now with the addition of Kiyoomi’s fond smile.
He watches Atsumu grab the plate before shoving a piece of it into his mouth, munching happily on the pancakes, putting the fork down to kiss him between bites.
To be honest, Kiyoomi feels incredibly proud of himself for being able to make Atsumu feel even a little better, after everything that’s happened the last few days. He was feeling really hesitant about everything because of how the food turned out, but seeing his boyfriend’s bright smile and the love reflected in his eyes, he can’t help but feel incredibly happy and relieved.
Before Atsumu, Kiyoomi didn’t think he’d ever experience this kind of love and fondness he feels every day he wakes up to the sight of the blonde beside him.
He didn’t think he’d ever feel that kind of love so strong, and so beautiful that sometimes it just didn’t feel real, a love so big that the first time he realized how in love with Atsumu he was, he had to pause everything he was doing and stare blankly at the wall thinking how right it felt.
But looking at the blonde, who is already looking back at him oh so fondly, he can’t help but feel like the luckiest man in the world.
Kiyoomi once thought he would never experience this kind of love, that he’d never experience the realization of how right everything feels. But now that he has it with Atsumu, he’ll do everything in his power to make sure it never goes away.
Because Kiyoomi loves Atsumu, and it just feels good.