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Atsumu winds his arms around Kiyoomi’s waist and tucks his face between his shoulder blades. God, it has really been so long, long enough that Kiyoomi could pick that ridiculous nose out of a lineup of faces blindly, would know him by touch handless, could pick out his voice deaf, only fingers pressed to a vibrating throat. Long enough that he could believe someone would clutch him close and kiss his clothed shoulder for no reason other than to touch; to say, Here, I have been here. And here and here. I have graphed you. Because I love you, and you will change.
“Wow,” Kiyoomi muses, sliding Atsumu’s calculations closer. “Two times twenty-five is forty? Since when?”
“Shut up,” Atsumu groans, rocking them back and forth like a sugar-high child. “Shut up, shut up.”
(Or, exactly how love leaves you a puddle on this carpet-less floor because you’d rolled it up to dance.)