lovers lovers at last

So, Kiyoomi lets Atsumu tow him to the train station and lets him lean against his side after Atsumu wipes down the handle that they cling to and pretends he doesn’t know that Atsumu stumbles into his chest on purpose when the train sets off. They’re both wearing masks, so Kiyoomi can’t see the bottom half of Atsumu’s face, but by the blush coating the tips of his ears and the crinkles decorating the corners of his eyes, his smile is obvious to anyone who might’ve dared to look over.They step off at a station that Atsumu picks–seemingly at random–and after a dollop of hand sanitizer each, Kiyoomi is led outside, where he sees in the distance–“A ferris wheel?”“Surprise,” Atsumu says, decorating his words with jazz hands. “It shouldn’t be too crowded since school is goin’ on and most people are at work.” He lets his hands fall back down to his side. “If–we can go get coffee–”“I haven’t been to a fair since I was a little kid,” Kiyoomi says softly. He wanders toward the ferris wheel and vaguely registers the scrape of Atsumu’s footsteps behind him as he scrambles to catch up. “This is a great date spot, Atsumu.”