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After a short and uncharacteristically vulnerable (at least for most of the people in the room) conversation about the Miyas and all Kiyoomi’s other friends and family being enough to fill the, admittedly small, space his parents had taken up in his life, Osamu quipped, “Sorry we couldn’t offer ya a replacement dad too.”
“Don’t worry, I was well acquainted with Atsumu’s daddy issues before I got myself into this,” Kiyoomi replied and then smirked at the absolutely aghast noise his boyfriend made in response.
Atsumu pouted at him and he kissed his cheek in apology.
Suna got a dangerous glint in his eyes that the twins were all too familiar with. “Does Atsumu ever call ya ‘daddy’ in bed?” He asked.
Before Atsumu could yell anything, Kiyoomi covered his mouth with his hand. “Depends,” He said, a similar kind of slyly evil look on his face as Suna, “Does he?” He nodded at Osamu.
Suna was quick to clamp his hand over his boyfriend’s mouth as well. They all watched Suna do the math in his head, deciding how to answer. Apparently, he decided that getting some more blackmail on Atsumu was worth embarrassing Osamu a little in the process, because he answered, “We tried it once. Decided I didn’t care fer it.” Osamu had his head in his hands, though that didn’t conceal the blush spreading all the way to his ears. “So?” Suna prompted, gesturing for Kiyoomi to hold up his end of the bargain.
Kiyoomi grinned, incredibly smug. “Atsumu has never even asked. Guess that’s just the kind of depravity you’re attracted to, Suna-kun.” He released his cover over Atsumu’s mouth to let him burst out laughing. He collapsed against Kiyoomi as he cackled and Kiyoomi watched him with a pleased smile and real-life heart eyes.
“Fuck,” Atsumu laughed, “I really did not need ta know about Samu’s sex life, but that was fuckin’ golden.”
Osamu flipped off his brother and his brother’s boyfriend. Suna patted him on the back.
But Kiyoomi wasn’t that mean, so he decided to even the playing field a little, “He does, however, accidentally call Coach Foster ‘Dad’ at least once a season.”
“Gah!” Atsumu shouted as Osamu pointed at his brother and went, “HA!”
Suna snorted, always willing to torture either or both twins.
Throughout this whole interaction, Motoya was just sipping the last of his drink and enjoying the show. This was his family now too, he supposed.