💥: “You think you’re hot shit, huh?” 🍰: “I don’t know what you mean.”

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I wish I'd sketched this a bit better, but I think it's alright

“Your nose looks like a cherry tomato.” 

Kita snorts, hands deep in his pockets. His large, red scarf sits comfortably on his shoulders and covers half his face. Periodically, he’d bury his face into the comforting folds of his scarf for some heat. But with Atsumu so near, his head always tips upwards to get a better look at the man smirking down at him. He looks pleased, and it’s adorable in a way Kita prays he’ll continue seeing in his lifetime. 

“How so?”

“Cute,” Atsumu’s cheeks are roses blooming under the evening sky. He leans forward, chomping his teeth as if he’s about to eat Kita’s nose. “Juicy.” 

“Don’t call my nose juicy.”

“Too late.”

At the bus stop, time seems infinite and fleeting all at once. The crisp, November air seeps underneath Kita’s clothes. His fingers twitch. They demand to touch Atsumu. To hold his hand or his hips or to slide underneath his jacket and the horribly ugly sweater he refuses to get rid of to touch his abdomen. Kita craves Atsumu in a way the cold can’t freeze over. He’s not sure how it got to this point. He leans forward, pressing his face against Atsumu’s chest. Secretly coveting the manner in which Atsumu slips his arms around his waist, holding him close.

“You hate cherry tomatoes,” Kita murmurs as he inhales Atsumu’s scent, eyes shut. He feels the hearty chuckle of Atsumu’s laughter against his ear. 

“True. I think I’d like them more if they all looked like your nose.”

“Your flirting leaves a lot to desire.”

“I got you, didn’t I?”

Kita pinches Atsumu on the side in response, causing Atsumu to yelp. He smiles in satisfaction against Atsumu’s chest. 

November is cold. But Atsumu is warm. 

“Next month then?” Kita says after a while. The bus is slated to come in about ten minutes. They know this routine by heart now. Waiting precious minutes, soaking up each other’s presence, until Atsumu boards the bus back to his college a good hour and a half away. Long distance is hard. The heart yearns. The heart aches. Kita’s fingers curl into the fabric of Atsumu’s chest. Time spent with Atsumu is precious, of course. 

But when it’s time to part? It feels like a part of him leaves with Atsumu with every goodbye. 

Atsumu presses a kiss to Kita’s head and squeezes him tight, “Duh. After finals I’m coming back home and it’ll be you and me.” Atsumu has such a way of speaking about them with such finality. It makes the ache hurt a little less. 

The bus comes after they make plans to talk more about next month. Atsumu holds onto Kita for a few extra minutes underneath the protective cover of the bus stop awning. 

“Eat a cherry tomato and think of me,” Kita leans back a bit so he can get a good look at Atsumu’s face. “I love you,” he says quieter, softer. A tinge of shyness colors his words. 

Atsumu eats his love with a kiss on the mouth, lingers afterwards. The cold of November disappears from the warmth of their love. “It wouldn’t be the same.” He kisses Kita again. Kita leans into the kiss and savors. “Love you.”

Kita watches as Atsumu boards the bus. Takes his seat. And presses his hand to the glass making the most obscene kissy faces Kita’s ever scene. It’s horrendous. It’s endearing. 

by queenshadowrama