When Atsumu turns to face him, Kiyoomi doesn’t miss the way Atsumu’s eyes rake over his body, lingering on his hands. He adjusts his gloves and gets a little thrill of satisfaction when Atsumu bites his lip, eyes still stuck on the smooth black nitrile.
“It usually takes a decent amount of equipment to create a true predicament,” Kiyoomi says. “Unless you’d prefer I go easy on you…”