Miyacest Atsumu kissing every bruised knuckle on Osamu’s hand, pressing his worship into the torn skin. “Ya didn’t haveta,” Atsumu lingers on the last finger. Osamu touches the bruise under Atsumu’s eye. “I really did.” Atsumu hides his teary eyes and smile with another kiss.

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