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The V League Championship’s closing ceremony had wrapped up and everyone was looking forward to the infamous Championship after-party. It marked the end of a gruelling season and the players were allowed to drink, smoke and eat as much junk food as they liked without worrying about their physical health for any upcoming matches. It was a release of all pent-up sexual frustrations and was easily known as the biggest, for lack of better term, fuckfest of the year in the volleyball professional scene. It was their way of experiencing the college parties they missed out on due to their competitive career. From volleyball players to all the cheerleaders to managers and coaches, the infamous after-party was everyone’s opportunity to let loose, to relax.
It was a long standing tradition of all championship league after-parties that the significant other of any Division 1 player had to wear the long-sleeved jersey jacket of the player. It was a sense of pride, both for the player and the wearer. An unspoken rule to all the horny and sexually frustrated volleyball players in the same room that they were off-limits.
Sometimes the couple would be from different teams. Enemies on the court, lovers in real life. A prime example of this would be when Hinata Shoyo announced his presence at last years’ after-party donning a large Schweiden Adlers jacket with both of his sleeves rolled up. Tobio Kageyama entered shortly after, wearing a smaller gold MSBY jacket with large bold letters HINATA written just above the #21. Not that anyone had any doubts that the two dense idiots would finally realise and capitalise on their years of repressed sexual tension. Everyone remembered both clapping them on the back and cringing at their outward public displays of affection throughout the entire night.
Everyone had seen a different side to Hinata Shoyo that night. Usually the baby of the team, the most innocent and childish, Hinata Shoyo was seen tumbling out of the party around fourteen shots later, with his hand in Kageyama’s pants.
Miya Atsumu thought it was impressive how Hinata Shoyo could both believe in Santa and also go home to gay sex every night. The duality of man at its finest.
Often the couple would be between a player and a cheerleader. From the raging testosterones on the court within the players and the feminine, cheery personalities of the supportive cheerleaders from the stands, it was no surprise that many of them were looking forward to a chance to hook up all season.
This year’s after-party was held by none other than Bokuto Koutaro. He was definitely popular among all the players and had the most connections. Even the teams they played against would find themselves rooting for him. His positive attitude was definitely contagious, both on and off the court. Akaashi Keiji stood by the bar by his side, playing the perfect host with Bokuto’s large jersey jacket slung over his shoulders. He was always the receiver of jealous stares with the public display of BOKUTO written on his back. Bokuto found it especially endearing since the jacket was about three sizes too big.
Bokuto’s two best friends Kuroo Tetsuro and Kozume Kenma were both helping with bartending, with Kuroo’s friendly and easy-going nature helping him strike up conversations with pretty much anyone. Kenma was definitely on the more quiet side, donning a large Japan Volleyball Association jacket draped across his tinier arms.
The Miya twins waltzed into the room around an hour after everyone else, with Atsumu loudly announcing his arrival. He had a gold jacket tied awkwardly around his waist as he strutted into the room. Trailing behind him, Osamu was dressed casually in a black EJP Raijin jacket and ripped jeans. He carried four large boxes of onigiri before setting them onto the table and helping Akaashi put them onto individual plates.
The second Atsumu entered the room, he could feel the stares of both division players and other invited guests he had never met before. He could feel the way their eyes locked onto him, watching his every move.
Miya Atsumu was popular . Out of all the boys in the Division 1 league, Atsumu was definitely among the ones who had the largest fanbase, both male and female. His blond hair was dyed professionally and slicked with gel. His muscular physique had gotten more defined and his fingers were slender yet strong.
If he wasn’t a professional volleyball player, he could have easily flourished in the modelling industry. He oozed confidence and had the talent to back it up. In the last edition of Volleyball Weekly which was published around six months ago, he had taken the top spot as the number one eligible bachelor and made the front page. Not that he needed anything to further boost his already inflated ego.
He ignores the stares and runs into Komori Motoya who holds two beer bottles, one in each hand. He quietly asks Komori where Sakusa is, to which Komori redirects his attention to an isolated corner of the room with his usual “he hates crowds.” He spots Sakusa standing there slightly hunched in the corner, large jacket draped over his shoulders as a curl falls in front of his face. The entire corner of that room felt darker, like a storm cloud had paused right above him. Atsumu chuckles with fondness at the familiar scene. Omi is sipping something from a disposable cup he brought personally. Heaven forbid he accidentally used one that had already touched someone else’s lips.
How he managed to convince Omi to come to this after-party was one of his greatest stunts yet.
Before Atsumu could even go up to him, Bokuto and Inunaki pull Atsumu over for a shot, or multiple shots, as they cheer and celebrate the end of their successful season today.
“Fashionably late, Tsum-Tsum!” Bokuto’s voice slurs as he downs another tequila shot. He raises his eyebrows suggestively as he aggressively shoves another shot into Atsumu’s face.
“Of course, who do you think I am? This hair isn’t going to style itself.” Atsumu smirks back at Bokuto’s direction as he slacks his jaw, shot flowing cleanly down his throat. He throws his head back with a laugh, ignoring any heart-eyes he can sense trying to catch his attention.
“You gonna get lucky tonight? Tsum-Tsum?” Bokuto yells, trying to make conversation over the loud bass of the music from the nearby speaker.
Atsumu smiles his famous mischievous grin as Hinata bubbly crashes into their conversation (and table) yelling “GUYS I think I’m drunk” at the top of his lungs. Tobio Kageyama trails after him, trying to stop his boyfriend before he spills another drink onto himself. Tobio’s cheeks are flushed and his nose is slightly red. His facial expression less intimidating compared to on the court as he pours another vodka shot for everyone around the table. It’s always the quiet ones who are the enablers.
Bokuto grunts in discomfort at his fourth consecutive shot before announcing that he misses Akaashi and stumbling away. Bokuto has always been outwardly expressive of his strong feelings towards Akaashi, but drunk Bokuto on the other hand. Drunk Bokuto was a horny, horny bastard.
Atsumu gets dragged around by his teammates, both old and new. He watches as Adriah and Meian challenge each other to a game of beer pong, where both of them have a tendency to throw the ball too hard on instinct. They revert to using both arms to receive the tiny ping pong ball to bounce it into the cup where standard volleyball rules apply. No bumping the ball with separate hands and no directing the ball.
On the communal couch, he sees Sunarin and Osamu cuddling while different people come up and praise the onigiri. Atsumu feels a surge of pride for his brother. Both for scoring a boyfriend and for also making delicious food. Although he would never admit that to his brothers’ face of course.
Everyone was in high spirits currently, even the teams who lost their matches that morning. As much as losses hurt, tonight was a good night to forget. Wipe the slate clean. Prepare to come out on top for the next season.
Overall, Atsumu is having a very good time. Being on the court, being in crowds like these, that was where he shined the most. He hasn’t had a second to just stop or spend time with whoever he wants because there’s someone calling his name every second, asking him if he wants to go out for a smoke or have another shot.
The first girl that summons enough courage walks up to Atsumu and offers him a drink. Atsumu recognises her as the leader of the MSBY cheering squad. Being a gentleman and honestly grateful for all the support from their cheering team this season, Atsumu accepts.
“Hi Tsumu-kun, I was wondering if you had plans for tonight?” Her voice is laced with confidence, a trait everyone knows turns Atsumu on. Atsumi cringes slightly at the nickname only his twin calls him.
Atsumu eyes her from top to bottom. He pauses for a second before turning her down gently. He can feel Omi’s eyes glinting with amusement from the corner of the room.
“Sorry… I’m... taken now.” Atsumu gestures to the jacket tied onto his waist as he completes his sentence. His voice is slightly slurred as he rests his arm onto the nearest table to balance himself.
“As much as you love yourself, you know you can’t just wear your own jacket and say that.” The girl presses, laughing at his narcissistic nature. Atsumu hears Omi snort mischievously in the background, one that’s drowned out by the loud music to everyone else.
“I never said this was my jacket.” Atsumu replies calmly before darting his eyes left to right, looking for the nearest distraction or team member he can grab to get out of this situation. He notices that the entire room is watching their interaction.
Huh. Weird.
No one was surprised that a girl had gone up to Atsumu to try and seduce him. That was relatively normal.
What was really surprising was Miya Atsumu… ultimate playboy… turning someone down? And not only was he turning someone down, he was turning down possibly the hottest chick from their cheer squad? If Atsumu strained his ears he could probably hear everyone questioning if he has a fever. He hears Osamu snicker in the background and sends him a glare.
It takes roughly a minute for Atsumu’s words to sink in. No one knew the word taken was even in his vocabulary.
The girl huffs angrily, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“Who fucking dares to take my Tsumu-kun away from me? All the girls know that he’s off limits.”
Her voice changes to a high-pitched pleading whine as the entire room goes silent. Atsumu ruffles his hand through his hair, looking thoroughly uncomfortable in this situation. How he ever used to be attracted to girls like this was beyond him.
Atsumu falters for a second, silently pleading to his twin and to his team members for help. Osamu is gripping Sunarin’s thigh as he holds back a laugh while Sunarin has his phone up, recording. Useless pricks .
“That would be me.” A soft voice drawls slowly, cutting through the tension in the room like a knife. No one had noticed Sakusa Kiyoomi coming out of his hermit corner as he stood in-between the girl and Atsumu. He hears several gasps from behind him but ignores them. He pushes a curl out of his face as his finger delicately traces the rim of his personal cup.
“Can you not wear my jacket like that Miya? You’re going to crease it.” Kiyoomi spits out boredly, his voice harsh and his face impassive although they both know there is no malice behind those words.
Atsumu laughs with a, “Sorry Omi-Omi” before untying the jacket from his waist. He shakes it twice before placing both of his arms through the sleeves in one swift motion. He tugs the jacket and holds it by the collar.
“Better?” Atsumi grins before spinning around as he asks for approval.
The large bold lettering of SAKUSA flashes brightly on his back.
Kiyoomi turns around to send a small smile in his direction as he fixes Atsumu’s jacket and that’s when the rest of the room sees it too.
Miya.
#13
The room is awkwardly silent as everyone watches the scene unfold.
“If you guys are just gonna keep staring, take a picture. It’ll last longer.” Atsumu replies with a smirk on his face.
And then chaos.
The next few minutes are a blur. Atsumu finds himself tackled by half of his team members from MSBY, hearing all of them push question after question into his face. He sees a very angry and humiliated girl storm off angrily, throwing her unfinished drink onto the ground.
“How long has… this”, Bokuto gestured wildly with his hands, “been going on?” He asks another question that Atsumu is unable to decipher since there are multiple people screaming at him at once.
“Since when ?” They both hear their captain Meian exclaim.
“You guys fucking hate each other!” Barnes and Adriah both shout in unison.
Ah yeah. Funny how that works, huh.
“Tsumu, you have a boyfriend? How does he put up with you?” Osamu laughs indignantly, hands gripping his thighs as he laughs.
“Why are you guys all on me? What about him?”Atsumu whines as he looks up to see Kiyoomi standing over him, obviously amused.
Atsumu shoots a knowing glance at Kiyoomi, as if asking for permission. Kiyoomi nods slowly.
If Kiyoomi was being honest, he hadn’t wanted to make their relationship public that soon. He was thinking more along the lines of telling one person at a time. That girl practically throwing herself into Atsumu’s hands was starting to piss him off.
“Since… after our first game of the season?” Atsumu replies slowly.
“Tsumu… you kept a secret? Who are you and what have you done to my brother?” Osamu doubled over, his jacket balled into his fists as he laughed twice as hard.
“Shut yer trap!” Atsumu glares at his brother.
“Can we just enjoy the party tonight?”
Atsumu asks again, wearing his most innocent expression and his pleading eyes. As much as he loves basking in the attention, he knows that Omi might get overwhelmed with the crowd and crazy volume.
Everyone notices the way Atsumu’s eyes dart over to look at Kiyoomi with concern.
“Fine. But you have a hell of a lot of explaining to do tomorrow. Both of you.” Atsumu and Kiyoomi gulped.
Bokuto slapped a hand over his face, remembering his conversation with Atsumu when he first entered.
“Hey hey! I literally asked you if you were getting lucky tonight, I’m such an idiot!” Bokuto yelled. His face is in his hands as he is about three seconds away from going into his drunk and emotional state.
Atsumu grinned, revelling in the success of both of his first loves. Volleyball and Sakusa Kiyoomi. He smiles a warm smile and presses a small kiss to Omi’s forehead before answering.
“I’m already lucky.”