Wakatoshi is not, generally speaking, an emotional man. But if he happens, like tonight, to come home late from a travel match and find his omegas already fast asleep in their bed, looking remarkably like three (enormous) kittens sprawled around one another (Tobio flat on his back, Atumu spread diagonally across him, and Tooru somehow curled around the both of them), he can’t help the warmth pooling in his chest at the sight, nor the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.














