Kiyoomi has the scary dog privileges of the group. 

Always scaring away unwanted people, sometimes even the wanted ones. The pointed looks and short conversations are frequent. 

That situation does a full one eighty when he drinks.

His face un-scrunches from its learned home, his eyebrows unknit from each other, finding space again, even his eyes soften, allowing a gentle small smile to come through. 

That’s when Atsumu steps into that position.

Daggers leave his eyes when people talk a little too long, get a little too close, a tad bit too handsy for his liking. 

Hopefully someone will help the poor souls the moment the blonde decides to open his mouth, because that tongue is sharper than his glares.

The only time he stops is when Kiyoomi wants his attention, a random question filters though his drunken mind, a whispered ‘one more drink’, or his head finds the blonde’s shoulder to rest on until they're done.