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.”
His shirt is bright red on his left side and Kiyoomi knows he’s going to have to deal with it. But he’s already three glasses deep. “Omiiii, got a job fer ya—shit, are ya drunk?” “Go find someone else.” “No one else can stitch like ya. Come on Omi, I doubt Joffe wants blood all over his floor!”
I also want to be in my delulu era as much as Boa Hancock
eeeep thank you my dear!! 🩷🩷
If he ever had a chance at life again, he would do this each time. -end- guess who saw hozier the other day and nearly bawled at the live version of francesca 🥹🥹