Foxtsumu and Foxsamu with beautiful orange fur most of the time but turns a solid black at the witching hour on full moon nights when the barrier between realms starts to thin 🦊🦊
thanks for reading! atsumu thinks that if he matches omi then he won’t feel it if Omi messes him up a little bit (he doesn’t feel anything 😂)
Kiyoomi’s moral compass wins out and they end up in a back room of the bar, with a barely sanitized needle and both doctor and patient stumbling around trying to close up the wound. Atsumu ends up with 16 stitches instead of 8 (seeing doubles, remember?) but their first mate will live another day.
Atsumu takes the whisky and glass in front of Kiyoomi and throws back two big gulps. “There, now we’re even—stitch me up!” Kiyoomi squints, trying to see straight. “I was on three.” “Fine, bastard,” Atsumu says and throws back one more. “Fer luck.”
“I’m drunk, Atsumu, I can’t help you right now.” Atsumu surveys the bar, finds few other customers. Suddenly, he grabs Kiyoomi’s hand to feel it. “Seems steady enough, come on then!” Kiyoomi hands looks blurry to him, and they certainly don’t feel steady. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”