conejo 🥵

honestly feels a lot better to hear you say that, thank you lmao

// fin

I was so amused by this idea, I just had to get it out real quick.

wonder when omi is going to snap 🤭

a picture of the man on the cologne advertisement flashes through kiyoomi’s mind in an instant. he was blonde.

kiyoomi is so fucked.

cedar wood. apple. jasmine.

“I’m your official setter, so you better get used to me,” atsumu continues with a smirk, his biceps flexing as he palms the volleyball in his hand. “I think we’ll make a great pair.”

“welcome to the team, omi-kun. glad to have ya!”

no.

no. no. no. no. no.

kiyoomi scowls, fitting his mask higher on the bridge of his nose, testing another inhale. it’s no use, he can still smell it.

but kiyoomi thought he’d go crazy if he had access to the scent all the time. no, he could never indulge that much.

he needed to have some form of control.

-

“would you like me to wrap up a bottle for you?” someone would always ask.

“no, that’s alright, thank you,” he’d reply.

of course he could’ve bought it if he wanted to—the 80,000 yen price tag meant nothing to him.

he was truly obsessed. he never smelled anything like it. it was masculine and powerful, yet delicate. it had a base of cedar wood, with top notes of jasmine and apple.

at least, that’s what the fancy display with the shirtless man on it said.

the bottle of cologne was simple, very nondescript. he would pluck a tester strip, spray it will the display bottle, and fan the scent in the air until it settled.

then, he would bring it to his nose, and breathe in.

over and over.

he did. one in particular.

kiyoomi would find himself weaving through the store to find this one scent. it never took him long, he had the place memorized at that point.

“I’m going to go to the department store next door,” he’d say as his mother admired an expensive purse while sipping champagne.

“ah, isetan again?” she’d hum with a smile, turning to the sales associate. “my boy loves his perfume!”

kiyoomi even had his own credit card at the ripe age of thirteen, although he never really used it. he didn’t like clutter.

he did find his own unique ways to indulge though.

happy birthday!!!! 💗💓💘💖💗

was searching for something on the other site and an old post of mine jump scared me like what was going through my head

I get so emotional when I think about them for too long 😭💗