#atsusaku

Bokuto: Everyone has or has had a high school sweetheart, it’s a universal team experience!

Atsumu, laughing: I don’t think I ever had a high school sweetheart, only one huge crush… *trying to be subtle* Omi-Kun, what about you?

Sakusa tries to ignore them but his shoulders start to tremble giving him away. Bokuto, Hinata and Atsumu snap their necks towards him in bewilderment.

Hinata: No way! Who was it, who was it? Ushiwaka-San maybe?

Sakusa sighs with a forlorn gaze of great despair and mumbles a name. Atsumu leans ridiculously close causing Sakusa to wrinkle his nose and recoil.

Sakusa pulls down his mask, with every syllable dripping with disgust: Atsumu.

Atsumu beams: Yer lying!

Sakusa: I still have the dumb plushie Mori gave me…

Bokuto, Hinata and Atsumu in unison: Where!? Can I see it!? Show me!

Sakusa moves to the side revealing a plush figure of a younger style Atsumu hanging within his locker. 

this is because kiyoomi has a perfect, precise, marie kondo method of folding laundry down to the sock. in which he has every fold and angle calculated in his head, and he's spent years cultivating the perfect way of folding laundry.

atsumu's mother taught him how to fold, except atsumu was only half paying attention and he always just shoves clothes into his drawers or throws them on hangers and calls it a day. when kiyoomi first makes him fold clothes with him, they're BOTH on the verge of a mental breakdown because in kiyoomi's eyes it's all wrong and in atsumu's eyes folding doesn't matter that much and omi is just Fucking yelling at him over clothes.

kiyoomi is having a gay crisis

(it may be atsumu's fault)

So I became obsessed with the prompt of writing a fic focused in or around the Onigiri Miya shop, and knew I had to write something for @omgayrice2026 's Pride Month event, the Gay Rice Extravaganza!

Now, what I intended to do was write a 4 part story following a different night at Onigiri Miya, one for each week of the event. I, however, did not do that. Instead, I've written 1 fic, using all four prompts - Coming Out, Community, Intolerance, and Volleyball - because I was struck by such a vision that I couldn't bear to split up the four nights.

So, for you this evening, I present to you "Late Nights at Onigiri Miya," one story over four nights. About love, and the lack thereof, about building community and sharing pain, and about the importance of gaudy rainbow clothes.

As they say, get with the rainbow or get gone.

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜❤️🧡💛💚💙💜