They were in a closed room, simply the window and the door present but being in there alone, and together, made it feel like some form of roleplay before it got more intimate. It was exciting to put it like that if they thought of it but hey, Kiyoomi was being strictly professional. He wouldn't let his hands trail further down than where they needed to be and he wouldn't allow his finger to change posture and give out the wrong sign. His mind was at peace and he tried having positive energy because as he had learned, all intentions and energy flow into the client's body and by that, they could clearly feel intentions. 

He couldn’t have Atsumu know that his body was frustrated just because his stupid emotions were radiating in massive waves.

"Hey, Omi-Omi, the heel of yer palm’s shakin’ occasionally. Are ya okay?"

Well fuck. Seemed as if his mind wasn't fully at peace. The shaking of a palm was a huge no.

"I'm fine," he replied curtly because something else he learned was to never conversate with the client and that’s what he wanted to treat the blond as.

A customer and not his big fucking crush.

Except being silent was more of a tool he would use right then because although he wouldn't mind breaking those rules to chat with the blond, he just couldn't bring himself to have a deep conversation.

Atsumu squinted at the floor in suspicion, Kiyoomi sounding normal but hand movement weird. See, he was no expert in massages but Kiyoomi randomly trembling was a dead giveaway that there was a situation.

He pulled himself up, Kiyoomu stumbling back in masked surprise as the blond grabbed his oily hands to pull him closer.

"Omi, yer not in yer usual head space. Yer either over thinkin’ or just unfocused. What's wrong?"

"The hell do you think is wrong, Miya Number One?" Kiyoomi snapped, turning his head so he wouldn't have to look into stupidly pretty honey eyes.

"What? Yer flustered over the kiss? Do ya expect more? Do ya want somethin' to come of it? Tell me, Omi. Tell me."

"I don't expect or want shit," Kiyoomi lied between his teeth.

Atsumu could tell but didn't point it out. He loved to see emotions fighting to come out of his crush. It wasn’t every day he got to witness that.

"I'll go home and leave ya to soak in yer thoughts. Expect me at yer store tomorrow. Want my hair bleached again."

Kiyoomi couldn't even respond as Atsumu stood up and planted a heavy kiss on his cheek, walking out as if he had not just done that.

._._.

It was a nightmare.

Kiyoomi hadn’t been able to sleep and instead found himself at three in the god-forsaken morning panting in his shower, hand sticky and covered in body fluid as Atsumu plagued his mind.

"Fuck!" Kiyoomi yelled, slamming his hand against the shower wall, erection building up painfully again. He had been in that bathroom two times before then; both times he had gotten over it and headed directly to bed but he couldn’t now.

He had spent too much time refusing to admit that he kind of really fucking liked the elder Miya twin. Which meant his forcefully delayed emotions were now coming to bite him in the ass.

Eyes closed, breath ragged but evening out, and yet all he could see when he closed his eyes was Atsumu.

Atsumu holding him down, rearranging his insides, making him catch his breath, a whole lot of kinky shit, and just his body exhausted beyond belief.

He hated dirty things but if it was Atsumu turning him filthy, it didn't seem so bad because really, he kind of desperately wanted that. His knees were giving out and yet, it was all his imagination that picked him apart and forced him to fall over the edge.

It was guilty pleasure. Very guilty pleasure but satisfying nonetheless so when he finally went to sleep, it was with reason that he woke up tired and a little too late for comfort but not late enough to get to work after time.

It was a slow day. Not with customers but the hours seemed to drag especially because every time he remembered Atsumu coming, he'd stare at the clock and the day couldn't go fast enough. He didn't want to see the blond but instead, have the time go by so fast that he could get over the day and be done.

But the world was never on his side and Atsumu would be arriving in two hours max. He paced between the times he had no one when suddenly, he was struck with an idea. A genius idea he might say.

"Yachi!" Kiyoomi just about yelled. "Call the clients that are supposed to come tomorrow evening and get them here for today!"

"What? Why?" Yachi asked startled, holding a chip mid-air as she squinted suspiciously.

"Just do it! And when Miya Number One gets here, you'll deal with him!"

"Wh-"

"Just do it! I can't look at him!" Kiyoomi yelled quietly, making wild motions almost as if he were scared someone would hear him.

Mayhaps he was scared because although he had enjoyed their kiss, jacked off to his imagination, and craved rough touches across his body, he was still telling himself that liking Atsumu was something he should've seen coming for years. He should've known that his emotions wouldn't have stayed in lockdown all his life and that they'd eventually jump out. Komori had told him that he’d never bag someone off with the rate he had been denying feeling and rejecting the thought of ever dating someone. It had been believable and who was Kiyoomi to disagree when he himself didn't have any intentions to date in the first place? Mayhaps he was scared because now, his own thoughts were being proven wrong.

Yachi quickly nodded as she called, their lucky day falling into place as three of the five clients agreed to make it but it was enough. Kiyoomi would focus on them as Yachi would fry the elder Miya's hair. 

It was a flawless plan. Really, there was no time during all that where Atsumu would have a chance to interrupt him which was all he could ask for.