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The day has finally come. The day in which Kiyoomi can impress his father and finally take over the family business. He would not let anyone ruin this for him, he can't and he won't. This is his only chance at this. After the whole mess he had made 3 years ago, where he was late to a investment meeting due to the lack of sleep from him preparing the perfect report, it's time to finally fix that awful mistake.
His father had finally given him another chance and recently decided to go overseas for a long awaited vacation with his mom and left him in-charge. Today's felt like the first day on the job even though he has been working his ass off for the company for years now.
The elevator rung, he was on his way to his father's office for a meeting before leaving everything to him. The door opened, much to his dismay another person was in the elevator. He pinched the wire of his mask before entering.
“Press floor 5” he said but was only met by a raised eyebrow.
“Excuse me?” Kiyoomi's eyes narrowed at the reply.
“Are you deaf? Press floor 5” He repeated with annoyance. The last thing he needs are clueless new hires ruining his day. He took a deep breath as the other man finally waltzed towards the buttons.
He did press floor 5 but he dragged his fingers vertically pressing all the other floors “Whoops my hand here might have slipped” a smirk formed on his lips.
Kiyoomi shook his head and tried to calm himself down “You've got to be kidding me” he said under his breath.
The other whistled through the ride as if he hadn't done anything. It annoyed Kiyoomi more that the man was unbothered, he gripped his clipboard probably hard enough it left crescent marks.
The man coughed “Stop that” Kiyoomi's narrowed eyes darted at him.
“‘Ya do know ‘ye can't stop a cough“ He scooted near Kiyoomi annoying him with his statement like it was the most brilliant thing anyone could've said.
“Does it look like I care?” said Kiyoomi blatantly before exiting the elevator. There's no way he will stay there with such an insufferable prick.
He immediately sprays his hand with sanitizer. Even though he hated sweating it was better taking the stairs than being stuck in the elevator.
He was wheezing and panting when he reached his father's office. Momentarily, the mask was taken off since it didn't help one bit with his breathing.
“You” he said with ragged breath. Inside the office wasn't only his father but as well as the insufferable man he met at the elevator.
Despite his unforgivable attitude, his hair wild and dyed blonde until dry looked like a disaster Kiyoomi couldn't forget even if he wanted to and not to mention his bad choice of clothing.
His father raised an eyebrow “Have you two met before?”
The man nodded “Yes sir he-” a hand muffled whatever he was gonna say. Kiyoomi wiped the slober off his hand back on the man's shirt.
“He almost got me late” Kiyoomi finished
His father nodded “Well I'll leave you two then”
Kiyoomi got up from his seat “Father what do you mean leave us?”
The man laughed, “Haven't you been nagging me to take a vacation to the Maldives?”
Kiyoomi nodded, “That doesn't explain him,” he pointed to the man sitting beside him.
“You expect me to just drop all the load on you?” He laughed louder than before, a hand was placed on Kiyoomi's shoulder “Atsumu here will help you, he knows the business”
He shifted under his father's hand “I don't need him father”
“A little help won't hurt you son” With that the office door flew open and closed shut and that only meant one thing the conversation was over.
He groaned into his hand “Leave”
Atsumu shifted in his seat but didn't get up “The boss said not to leave the office or the building without you sir”
“I'm your boss now and I said leave” Kiyoomi threw him a crumpled paperball that hit him just right on the head.
He quietly exited the room, muttering something about following orders. Annoyed, Kiyoomi closed all blinds in his office as well as removed his coat and tie.
A memo was sent to the whole team for anyone who set foot in the office would immediately be released from their job.
It was dark, probably around 7 when Kiyoomi finally decided to leave his office. Much to his surprise and dismay, sat in front of his door was none other than Atsumu.
“Hey you finally decided to leave that god awful hell hole” A smile that was too happy for this time of day was displayed on his face.
“Am I supposed to pity you?” He kicked Atsumu but he hadn't eaten since morning so it wasn't as hard as he wanted. “Get up you aren't some dog”
“Mean much” he got up and dusted his coat and pant leg where the mark of Kiyoomi's shoe remained. “I know why yer all cranky, ya must be starving”
Kiyoomi rolled his eyes and walked forward, purposely taking wider strides but Atsumu had no trouble following along. Keys clanked to the floor one's Kiyoomi had thrown.
“Catch it next time,” he said coldly as Atsumu scrambled to get the keys from the floor.
They got to the special parking for Kiyoomi's car. Atsumu fell in awe looking at the shiny Porsche in front of him.
“Wait I get to drive this?” said Atsumu excitedly, Kiyoomi contemplated if it was the right decision to let the other man drive.
“No I'll drive it, Atsumu,” said Kiyoomi, words laced with a ton of sarcasm before he sat on the passenger seat.
He noticed the driver's hands shaking probably from excitement. Atsumu was one lucky fella, sure the car was great but little did he know that no one touches it but Kiyoomi.
Kiyoomi indulges himself on his phone, scrolling and tapping. Atsumu flicked the car light open making Kiyoomi hiss. His eyes have been deprived of light except from screens.
“Turn it off” he demanded
Atsumu looked over only to be met by Kiyoomi's furrowed forehead. He turned his sight back to the road but his free hand reached out, smoothing out the furrowed eyebrows.
“Are you seriously touching me?” Kiyoomi freaked “Don't you have personal space!”
“Jeez why are ye fussy all the time” said Atsumu clearly in defeat.
The whole car ride remained silent after that, with the only exception of Kiyoomi's groans of being stuck with him. It's not his fault, Atsumu like Kiyoomi was only doing his job an added bonus was that he had a cute boss but that didn't stop him from hating his personality.
Why does everyone handsome walk like they know it? His attraction to Kiyoomi was a very difficult thing Atsumu couldn't decipher in just one whole day.
He stopped the car hard enough for Kiyoomi to hit his head on the window as they arrived. “You're clearly being insufferable on purpose” he screamed inside the car.
“I don't know what yer talking about” he said with a smirk before exiting the car.
He was sure the man threw a whole tantrum in the car as he waltzed into his brother's restaurant. The money he would pay to see it. Osamu on the other hand was closing up and he clearly displayed on his face his distaste of his brother's timing.
He gathered his cleaning supplies “We are closing you may go to other nearby shops and come another day”
“Ohh come on I was craving it” Atsumu complained to his brother and followed him to the counter bugging him.
In the restaurant, a very angry Kiyoomi approached them. “Miya! What do you exactly get from annoying me?!” He demanded answers just as much as Atsumu was guilty.
“You look cute when yer mad” he crossed his arms and faced the man “that a good enough reason for you..omi”
Kiyoomi scowled at the nickname. Their staring contest ended when a bell rang “Food's ready now leave” Osamu called out.
“There's two of you” Kiyoomi exclaimed like it was the most diabolical thing. He headed back to the car stomping his feet.
Kiyoomi woke up and immediately wanted to fall back to sleep and he did. He had despised work more than ever now that Mr. Insufferable won't leave his side. A phone ringing woke him up once more.
“Hello?” He answered, voice still husky because of the lack of water.
“Omi-kunn” the one on the phone called out.
“I'm dropping this call” He said and pressed the red button before the other could reply.
A thousand more calls kept ringing as Kiyoomi finished up breakfast and showering. He decided it was finally time to pick up the call once more.
“What is it?” He hissed to the one on the phone.
“Are you forgetting something?” He asked
“Get on with it whatever you need” he threw on his polo. He's glad Atsumu couldn't see him through the call or he'll be laughing at him once more being too agitated to button his shirt.
“We have a meeting in 5” he returned and that's when everything rushed to Kiyoomi. Mr. Insufferable was right, of all days he could've chosen to sleep in was the day of another very important meeting It seems like the world is out to get Kiyoomi today but he won't let history repeat itself.
As expected he arrived late, he entered the meeting room and immediately blurted out apologies. “I'm sorry sir, if he haven't been working with me none of this would've happened”
The investor looked at him confused and then once more to Atsumu who was fidgety in his seat. The investor coughed “Is that the way your employees talk to you?”
Kiyoomi shot his eyes at Atsumu, his stare practically dragged the man to the door. “If you will excuse us just for a few seconds”
“What did you do again?” Kiyoomi paced around Atsumu as if he was prey.
“Uhm something to save you?” He answered, too unsure for Kiyoomi's liking.
A hand leached onto his collar “Be blunt with me Atsumu”
Atsumu found out that being called by his name was way scarier than being Mr. Insufferable. He gulped nervously “I told them I was the boss so they won't reprimand ya for being late” he paused and cranked his eyes open to glance at Kiyoomi “and please don't hit me”
Kiyoomi dropped his raised hand as well as Atsumu's collar. He fixed his coat “You better get us that deal”
Atsumu was left with his thoughts. He fixed his collar and followed Kiyoomi to the room. “Extremely sorry sir uhm me and Kiyoomi here are just good friends” an unwanted hand pulled Kiyoomi closer.
The man nodded “good good” he said thumbs raised up. The meeting started and Kiyoomi began his report. During it Atsumu couldn't help but doze off, clearly meetings aren't his thing.
The report reached its end and Kiyoomi sat back down next to Atsumu. He glanced at his now so-called boss, head bowed down sleeping. He kicked him under the table, taking him out of dream land.
“Good! Very good” the man blurted out. Kiyoomi had to hide his smile with his clipboard.
A dumbfounded Atsumu looked over at Kiyoomi. “You have drool on your face,” Kiyoomi pointed out.
Atsumu quickly turned red and wiped it away. If the world was out to get Kiyoomi it seems like Kiyoomi is out to get Atsumu. The investor reached out their hand and Atsumu, despite his drool-covered palm, linked their hands.
“I'll see you for another meeting then” said the man.
As soon as the investor left, Kiyoomi and Atsumu got to breathe freely as if weight had just been lifted off them. Atsumu collapsed once more into one of their office chairs.
“It might break,” Kiyoomi blurted out.
“Are ye calling me fat?” Atsumu huffed his arms crossed.
Kiyoomi rolled his eyes at him. “Cancel everything you and I are going shopping”
“Hey now, I'm not your boyfriend to be carrying your things” Atsumu paused and stared blankly at Kiyoomi “Though I won't mind Omi if you really find me that irresistible”
Kiyoomi displayed a face pure of disgust “Who said anything about boyfriend? You're more fitting to be a houseboy”
Atsumu kicked him enough for the chair to roll a few inches away. “Don't think I forgot your little trick” Kiyoomi added “You need to dress like a boss”
“Hey my outfit looks fine” he stood up but that further proved Kiyoomi's point because Atsumu looked nowhere near boss like.
“You look like a walking banana” Kiyoomi matched the man's stance. “You also smell weird”
Atsumu raised his arms up and took a big whiff of himself “I do not”
Kiyoomi grabbed his clipboard “Flowers are for giving, not a scent especially for a man”. It hit Atsumu like a bus. It's always one of the things he gets complimented on.
They were welcomed to the mall. Kiyoomi took a few laps looking for business attire that fit Atsumu. He got about 5 pieces of polo's that look almost identical before leading Atsumu to the fitting area.
“Try these on” he shooed Atsumu and the 5 polo's inside. He waited on a chair outside, he couldn't believe that he actually tolerated the idea. There's more chance of backing out, if the investor knew what truly happened and he can't take that chance.
Kiyoomi's eyes widened at the sight of Atsumu, sure the size was all wrong but it highlighted every inch of muscle that hid in his previous clothes. He didn't know if he was jealous or..
“I don't think they fit me” Atsumu stood there too uncomfortable to move.
Kiyoomi signaled him to come closer. He reached his hand on the man's waist, making him blush. Cold delicate hands latched on Atsumu's waist making him squirm under the touch.
“I need to go to the bathroom” he removed Kiyoomi's hands “Just get the next size up” he added before running away.
Kiyoomi turned to the staff “Please get him the next 2 sizes up” a card was handed and the transaction was done.
Kiyoomi grabbed his bag and clipboard “Tell the guy I was with to meet me on the next floor” he added before giving out tips and leaving.
He spent a few minutes picking out perfumes before Atsumu popped back up with bags of clothes. Kiyoomi grabbed a tester and sprayed it on Atsumu.
“It smells way too powerful,” Atsumu replied before Kiyoomi could put his nose close to the scented part.
“Would you rather smell like a florist or a professional?” Kiyoomi asked before letting the staff pack up the too strong perfume.
They both waited outside just as the things were being packed and with that freetime, Kiyoomi took it to teach Atsumu to talk more professionally.
“Words are all the same,” Atsumu complained after failing to say ‘your’ correctly 5 times.
“You're a grown man and you can't even pronounce basic words,” Kiyoomi replied.
“Yer job is on the line not mine so if I were ya, I'd be walking on eggshells” Atsumu argued.
It might have touched a nerve on Kiyoomi because minutes later, Atsumu was running after him. “Come on Omi” he called out “I didn't mean it at all”
Kiyoomi finally stopped in his tracks and faced Atsumu “You're the one who put us on this place Miya” he shoved Atsumu “ I didn't want any of this to happen, I didn't even want you here”
Tears were about to fall from Kiyoomi. “I'm sorry,” whispered Atsumu and hugged Kiyoomi. The man refused and pushed him away but Atsumu held his ground and locked the man into a hug.
"Is it wrong that I don't want to fail Atsumu?" He cried out "This is my last chance to prove myself to him"
Atsumu ran circles on his back "You're fine, nothing's wrong Omi" he paused "I'm here and I'll help you"
Once calmed down, Atsumu drove him to his brother's restaurant. It's one of the only safe places he knew someone could just chill. He finally got his answer on why Kiyoomi acted the way he acts.
Osamu once he saw his brother's dyed hair immediately mentally prepared to shoo him away. “Hey Atsumu you can't just barge in here always” he argued but stopped when he noticed his brother was with someone.
Atsumu immediately went to shush him. Kiyoomi didn't like drinking but at that point he wanted to, the mental toll, stress and pressure he had put on himself was finally catching up to him.
Atsumu poured him a drink and within seconds he immediately gulped it down. “Don't drink too fast” he said softly and refused to pour another glass if 10 minutes hadn't passed yet.
Noon came and it was clear that Kiyoomi was now far from tipsy. He swished his cup around urging Atsumu the 10 minutes was up, little did he know Atsumu had been timing it for 20 minutes now that he was visibly drunk.
“I'm not helping ya take him home” Osamu added as he began picking up empty bottles and cleaning up the shop.
Atsumu patted Kiyoomi's head, the man seemed to succumb to sleep and his intoxication. The bell rang indicating someone had come into the shop, Atsumu turned his head but his hand remained playing with the curls of Kiyoomi's hair.
“Hey” said Hinata and Bokuto in unison.
“How many times do I have tell y'all you aren't allowed in my shop” Osamu grabbed a broom and began shooing them “You ruin my good furniture”
“Come on Osamu” Hinata whined
“We promise not to mess with anything,” Bokuto pleaded.
With a few more minutes of reasoning they were let in. Both immediately headed for Atsumu who was unaware he was smiling at his drunk and arrogant boss.
Bokuto clapped Atsumu's shoulder “How are you Atsumu?” Hinata chirped in.
“Are you finally let off your leash?” Bokuto joked, Atsumu had recently share to him Kiyoomi's behavior.
“Is your boss forcing you to be some fancy man now?” Hinata asked as he lifted up the coat inspecting it.
“Cut it out you guys” Atsumu smiled at them and showed them sleeping Kiyoomi.
“Woah you're right he is cute” Hinata exclaimed at Atsumu “If I were slapped by him I'd be thankful”
“That's the arrogant boss with the nice ass?” Bokuto asked.
Luck surely isn't in their side. Kiyoomi stired from his sleep “I can here you” his voice came out slurred and muffled.
His hand raised to give Atsumu's cheek a pinch “It's rude to talk about my ass to other people” he finally faced them “and can't I just be going through something” he added
Hinata beamed at the sight of Kiyoomi. He had thought Atsumu was exaggerating but boy, his boss did look like a greek god straight out of mythology.
“Clearly..” said Bokuto under his breath.
“You two stay here I'll take him upstairs so he can rest” Atsumu announced, he grabbed Kiyoomi's arm and pulled it over his shoulder.
“By I won't help you take him home, I didn't mean he gets to sleep here” Osamu recalled
“He can't possibly bother you Samu, he's basically dead” Atsumu argued
Osamu shook his head “I didn't agree on a new roomate”
“He's just one more person and just one night” Atsumu shouted to his brother before closing his bedroom door.
Kiyoomi woke up to a pounding headache. He shouldn't have drunk much. A sweet scent of flowers rushed to his lungs as he inhaled, he wasn't in his room. The usual calming detergent smell didn't fill up his lungs this time.
He cranked his eyes open, the room wasn't messy but just untidy. His clothes were on the floor and he only remained in his boxers. The thought of Atsumu rushed to his mind, he was in his room. He got up and gathered his clothes.
On his bedside was his phone and clipboard, along with a note and flower. “Flowers aren't scents, they're meant to be given. Goodmorning” the note read along with a poorly drawn Atsumu.
A smile formed on his face, it shouldn't but he let it form anyway. “We're gonna be late,” he called out to Atsumu.
Atsumu came barging in with breakfast “Was just waiting for ya to wake up” he smiled.
He stared at the breakfast in front of him “Well come on eat up” Atsumu encouraged “I know it's not your usual 5 star breakfast but it's good”
“Yes boss” Kiyoomi answered with a smirk before stuffing his face with bacon.
Atsumu blushed hard, almost as red as the tomato. “What kind of boss am I if I don't share my food?” He asked before pulling Atsumu into a bacon-y kiss.