The early morning sun filtered softly through the curtains of Kiyoomi’s bedroom, painting the room in gentle hues of gold. Atsumu stirred behind him, still warm from the night before. His blond hair was tousled, sticking out in all directions as he nuzzled against Kiyoomi’s shoulder, his breath light but audible.

“Oi, you’re sweatin’ like crazy,” Kiyoomi muttered, glancing back at him with faint irritation, though his ears betrayed him by turning pink.

“Can’t help it,” Atsumu mumbled, voice groggy yet teasing, lips brushing against Kiyoomi’s shoulder. “You’re so warm, Omi-kun. How’s a guy supposed to keep his hands off ya?”

Kiyoomi sighed, attempting to focus on the floor across the room as if it might save him from Atsumu’s relentless clinginess. But he didn’t move, letting Atsumu lean into him, their bodies pressed close.

Atsumu tightened his arms around Kiyoomi’s waist. “You’re comfy… Just gimme five more minutes, alright?”

The corner of Kiyoomi’s mouth twitched. “If I let you stay like this, we’re never getting up.”

“Exactly,” Atsumu grinned, smug as ever.

Kiyoomi shook his head but didn’t push him away. Instead, he relaxed into the embrace, his hand eventually lifting to brush through Atsumu’s messy blond hair. Neither said it aloud, but the comfort of these moments, rare and unspoken, was something they both cherished.