That had been years ago. Years of putting up with an over-excited Atsumu and years of desperately trying to pretend he hated Atsumu's guts. But that last part wasn't that hard in all honesty. It was much easier than it should’ve been.

The words had lingered in Kiyoomi for years. Well, since the first time Atsumu had declared that he would be his number one customer. They had never spoken on that topic again but neither forgot. Except Kiyoomi assumed the rowdy boy had just said what was on his mind at that moment and forgotten.

But he was proven wrong the very day he had the grand opening of his Spa and Salon, Atsumu bouncing in joyfully half an hour after opening time and throwing himself on a seat without a single ounce of grace. The insides of the place were very obviously of fine quality and everything seemed so peaceful but a sweaty Atsumu after a morning volleyball practice was not helping the calm nature. Especially not with the sinful thighs that strained against his volleyball shorts.

Kiyoomi’s eyes had subconsciously trailed to stare at them before he realized and quickly looked away with a glare intended for himself. He could not start with lustful looks─ that he insisted to himself that he didn’t have─ on the very day where his reputation was now on the line.

"Hello, Omi-Omi! I'm here! Yer number one customer! Ya thought I’d fergotten my promise years ago, didn't ya?"

Kiyoomi could feel the disaster of life that would ensue but he couldn't help and smile behind his mask. Miya Fucking Atsumu really did remember his words at times.

"Hello, Miya Number One," Kiyoomi greeted a bit more cheerily than usual─ hardly any difference but hey, he tried─ now that he was in a job that required kindness and really, it was worth it if he got to see Atsumu beam that brightly because of course he’d notice the basically non-existent change. "Fried hair? Haircut?"

"Fried hair," Atsumu replied indubitably. "Haven't done it in a while and it's fading out."

That was the biggest understatement of the damn century. More like the first time he bleached his hair was the last one, and the only person frying their hair was his twin, Osamu. At least they were easy to distinguish, but it was time to return to their childhood days and absolutely destroy his now black hair.

It would've been okay. It really fucking would've. Kiyoomi had practiced upon many people and wigs to know precisely what to do, but never did he learn how to deal with someone who would nuzzle into his hand and just about purr like a fucking cat.

"Miya Number One, the hell are you doing?" Kiyoomi asked exasperatedly.

"Hmm? Nothin’ much, Omi-Omi, and you?"

"Miya Number One, this is why I never agreed to be your best friend. Fucking Weirdo."

"But ya still love me."

And if Sakusa Kiyoomi could deny that, he would, but instead, he grumbled a string of swears while Atsumu stared at him fondly through the giant mirror that all salons seemed to have.

His black curly hair and those two moles that caught his attention since day one. Sakusa Kiyoomi was real damn pretty. A damn eye candy to him although some; read, everyone; was turned off by his blunt and judgemental character yet still talked to him for the times where he could actually provide some damn good advice.

"Ya wanna hear about my day, Omi? Swear it isn't borin' even for you."

"No," Kiyoomi replied blandly.

"I’m gonna tell ya anyway."

There was no escape from the rambling that would definitely follow and although Kiyoomi had insisted that he didn't want to know, he really did like listening to Atsumu gossip about his teammates. Like who they dated, and the weird things they did or said.

But some stuff he didn't actually want to know.

Like who the hell wanted to know that the volleyball team went dumpster diving for food that would expire within three days? Who the hell wanted to know that they had competitions over who could chug entire bottles of syrup the fastest? And he definitely didn't want to know that they randomly groped each other for shits and giggles.

Apparently Komori did want to know all about the tales and thought the stories were hilarious when Kiyoomi would sometimes tell him. He hated that his cousin was actually invested in his life and it seemed as if he could never hide what was going on. It was probably the effect of being around idiots all the time and he was nearly sure that nothing would’ve slipped if he had stayed in his private institute.

After that first day, Atsumu was at Kiyoomi's store at least two to three times a week and not once did he not buy something or not request some form of service. He was always there as his source of hot gossip as well which provided him something to relax into. At times, he’d gossip while he did someone’s hair─ spa sectioned off in a private area so Atsumu was never present during the times he was in there─ and got them so invested they’d even offer to pay Kiyoomi extra just to have them there for no reason.

Come on, sometimes hearing his teammates get into breakups or stupid drunk actions was funny to listen to, even for customers. But Atsumu was also there supporting and although Kiyoomu never voiced it, he was eternally grateful that the Miya twin was there to at least bring some form of income whether it be through his own means, someone he told, or because of extra paying customers.

Of course, he wasn't very popular, yet, so customers were still slow but over time, more and more came, which meant that Atsumu now usually lay on a waiting sofa while watching his Omi-Omi work and then proceed to buy something that he would probably never use or would give away because whatever Kiyoomi sold had to mean it was of high quality. Honestly, Kiyoomi sometimes wondered how Atsumu excelled in volleyball if he was always in the damn waiting area.

"Miya Number One, why're you here, again?" Kiyoomi asked with a sigh one evening as he did a client's hair, Atsumu looking at him as usual except no gossip leaving his mouth.

"Hmm? Nothin’ much, Omi, Omi. Just came ta visit ya again."

No reply was followed, but Kiyoomi internally shivered at that. The first time those words were heard, his life changed much more than he ever wanted it to.