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"What the fuck?" blurted Suna as the door to the Miya's house was opened up for him.
"Don't ask," were Osamu's words as he pulled open said door, revealing his now quite grayish hair. Suna eyed him from head to toe, raising an eyebrow and ignoring Taylor Swift's song 'You Belong With Me' playing in the background.
Or maybe he didn't. His phone was within reach.
"'Tsumu got rejected," Osamu explained as a matter of fact, and if his face didn't reveal how done he was with his brother, then his tone definitely did.
"SHUT YER TRAP 'SAMU!"
A weepy voice blared from somewhere upstairs and Suna bent his upper body with his hands still in his jacket pockets just as disgustingly as he does in their volleyball games just to look past Osamu. Ew.
"And what does that have to do with you?" Suna lifted a brow. His torso was still bent, his questioning yet fascinated gaze back on Osamu's hair. Yummy.
Gosh, Suna had to thank whoever dumped Miya Atsumu; he really made his twin brother even hotter. If he hadn't already fallen for those strong arms, that unimpressed face, and that bored voice months ago, then shit, Suna would be now at the latest.
Osamu's gray hair paired with his deep sapphire eyes was a dangerous combination. Desirable. Fuckable even. Okay, Suna was losing it. He was undeniably turned on because Osamu did things to him that he either only had wet dreams about or pictured when he was all by himself taking a hot shower.
He seriously had to pull himself together. The boy didn't even know about the big fat crush Rin had on his best friend and he didn’t want to scare him away.
"Sakusa Kiyoomi mistook 'Tsumu for me." Osamu sighed exasperatedly. "Now he's bein’ petty."
"And that's why you let him dye your hair?"
Suna's eyebrow was still raised, his phone unlocked. Osamu shook his head and stepped aside to let Rin inside. He scowled at him as Rin snapped a picture of Osamu before entering the house. Suna stopped when he was face to face with the handsome boy.
"It's not just my hair," Hot-Samu began. "'Tsumu’s blonde now."
Rin gasped, his eyes were wide open.
“He’s what?”
Osamu is kidding him, right?
“Ya heard me.”
Oh, holy shit .
“Show me.”
In his entire life, Suna Rintarō has cried exactly twice.
The first time was when he was five and found out after a week of impatient waiting that all the pictures he took with his single-use camera were useless. There goes the evidence of his (two-year-old) sister, having her face full of powdered sugar because she dove her head full force into her birthday cake and Rintarō firmly claimed afterward it was cocaine.
The second time was when he was 15 and entered the Miya’s house, spotting Atsumu in the twin’s shared bedroom with his now bleached hair. Which was today. These pictures will certainly not be useless.
“Of every color you could have chosen, you went for piss-blonde?!”
“It’s fire blonde , ya shithead! And ya know what? Fuck you–” Atsumu bitched, running his fingers through his hair to push it to the side. “It looks good on me!”
“Fire blonde my ass,” Rin wiped the tears that trickled up in the corners of his eyes. The light on his phone flashed as he snapped a picture of Atsumu, causing the latter to scowl. “You look like a fucking moron, ‘Tsumu!”
“Well, better look like a moron than be one, asshole!”
With his arms crossed, Osamu leaned against the doorframe and cocked a brow as he watched the two of them bicker. He knew this would be more fun once Rin showed up.
Osamu walked past them with a nasty grin chiseled onto his face and settled onto his bed, leaning back and propping himself up on his palms as he did so. Then he joined in with his best friend because apparently, it was Atsumu bullying hours.
"And all of this just because of Sakusa?" He teased his brother and woah, if looks could kill…
“‘m not doin’ this ‘cause of Omi! ‘Samu, what the fuck?!” Atsumu bit back, venom dripping in his voice.
“Mhm, sure thing,” Suna replied half bored and slumped down next to Osamu.
Atsumu narrowed his eyes as he saw Suna's cheeks flush slightly, bumping his and Osamu's knees together as he joined him on the bottom bunk. Atsumu decided to ignore it.
"Even though he might wish, my world doesn't revolve around Omi, okay? Thank ya very much!"
"So why did it bug you so much when 'Omi' thought ya were me?"
Suna's eyebrows shot up, almost meeting his hairline, and glanced back and forth between the twins. "Why, though? What happened?"
Osamu chuckled.
"When 'Tsumu came home from Youth Camp he was downright pissed 'cause our beloved Sakusa Kiyoomi must have said something like," Osamu pulled the collar of his shirt over his nose to cover half his face and lowered his voice an octave, trying not to let his accent seep through. Then, " 'Miya, wasn't your brother invited?' "
Suna snorted as Osamu mimicked Sakusa. "Let me guess, by 'your brother' he actually meant Atsumu?"
Osamu laughed. “Can ya imagine, Rin? He thought he was talking to me and that's why Atsumu is pissed!”
“Fuck you, ‘Samu!” Atsumu grumbled. He had every reason to be mad. No one confuses the one and only Miya Atsumu with his brother. Well, at least not anymore. He continued, “I don't care if he thought I was you or whatever.”
Atsumu caught Rin’s mischievous gaze darting back to him. Gosh, he hated, really loathed that look of him. He knew Rin was up to something stupid and no one (Kita) is there to stop him. Suna clicked his tongue and tilted his head, that silly grin still plastered on his dumbass face.
“Awwww, but he likes you back, ‘Tsumu! Why else would he have asked about you?”
Suna's words were like a punch in Atsumu's gut. Sakusa has ignored him all week, there is no chance he would like him even the slightest bit. Atsumu wasn't even sure if Sakusa liked anyone at all. He did probably not even like himself. No, actually, Atsumu is pretty sure about that.
At least, Atsumu didn't like him. Or that's what he kept telling himself because it's easier to pretend to dislike those who didn't show the tiniest bit of interest in Atsumu either, right? If you don't like me, I don't like you too. Easy, isn't it?
But then, why did Kiyoomi even bother to check up on him?
Ah, fuck you Rin.
“‘Cause he obviously wants to hit the passes of the best setter in the whole wide world, and ‘Samu would be definitely the wrong person to go to.” Atsumu glared at his brother and Rin, his mouth twisting into a pout. “And why d’ya even think I’d ever like him? I have taste. ”
Suna glanced up at Atsumu’s piss-blond hair, keeping a straight, bored face. Then his gaze shifted back into his golden eyes, shooting him an indifferent and yet judgmental look. “Sure,” he repeated, absolutely not meaning it.
“Ya know what?” Atsumu scowled at his best friend and, just on principle, at his twin, too. “Fuck you. Both of you!”
“Hey!” Osamu groused. “Don’t gimme that! I bleached my damn hair for ya!”
“Bleach yer ass!” Atsumu threw his hands up in the air. “Maybe you’ll get rid of Rin crawling up that far.”
“Gosh, he’s so whipped,” Suna whispered, leaning into Osamu’s side. Osamu scowled at his brother but nodded and whispered back. “He's barely been there a week and he can't get enough of that city boy.”
“I CAN HEAR YOU!”
“GOOD!” Osamu bitched back, causing Suna to chuckle.
Atsumu didn’t know what the hell he did in life to be stuck here with these two. He deserved better. Clearly.
How can he help it if Sakusa Kiyoomi behaved so indifferently towards him?
Everyone noticed Atsumu, everyone wanted to play together with him, everyone wanted to be as close to him as possible, everyone, everyone, everyone. Everyone except Sakusa.
And that stung a little bit, because not only did Kiyoomi not pay any attention to him for the whole week, no. When he did, he mistook him for his brother, for Osamu , when it was, in fact, Atsumu on whom he was supposed to be focused on.
He wouldn't have cared. People always approached Osamu first, because he was calmer, more composed, more serene. Not necessarily easier to come close to, but the inhibitions were definitely lower. Atsumu was used to it. Really.
But in the end, they always fell for Atsumu, always fancied him, did everything they could to win him over. Everyone. All of them, without exception. So why not Sakusa Kiyoomi too? It stung.
“Fuck him,” Atsumu grumbled under his breath, because yes, maybe he was a little bit petty. So, he kept telling himself that, “'m not doin’ anything for anyone.”
Except he did this for someone . For someone with jet-black curls and stupid twin moles just above his right eyebrow.
Atsumu peered into the mirror and swept his bangs aside. He looked good. He knew that. And blonde suited him. Screw Sunarin, Atsumu knew he was even more attractive now. And no, he didn't do it because of Kiyoomi. No. Absolutely not.
But when they meet again, he hoped to find Kiyoomi’s jaw hitting the ground and for him to regret ever mistaking Atsumu for Osamu.
He was petty. Just a little bit. Not because of Kiyoomi.
“Why did you do it, though?” Suna asked as he turned to Osamu, raising one brow. "If ‘Tsumu chooses blonde for himself, you could have just stayed brown. There would still be a difference."
“Cause he’s whipped ,” Atsumu replied bitterly, hating how his brother and Rin had been dancing around each other for months . Suna's head snapped up to him, his expression confused at the choice of words Atsumu had just uttered.
His plan to tease his twin backfired, though, because Miya Osamu might be calm and collected, but he was at least as smug and playful as his brother. He just didn't show it as much as Atsumu, which made him even less predictable.
Atsumu wanted to fluster him? Please. He needed more than that.
“I dunno…” Osamu smirked, Rin’s gaze now back on him. Gosh, they were smitten … Atsumu wanted to puke. “‘Tsumu mentioned you’d simp for men with white hair.”
It was a snarky comment from Atsumu. ‘Dye yer hair white like Gojo Satoru or that Kakashi-dude that always pops up on Sunarin's Twitter timeline and maybe he'll give ya his full attention.’ The fact that Osamu just shrugged his shoulders in a bored way and replied with a simple 'Okay' had surprised even him a little.
But then again he looked at them and noticed how infatuated they were with each other. Gross.
'Why don't you make the first move ' Atsumu chided him. Well, and here his brother was now. Did Atsumu regret it? Hell yes.
In all honesty? No.
Of course, he wanted his brother to be happy and Sunarin was perfect for him. He felt that. Atsumu might pretend to be incredibly annoyed with them (sometimes he kind of was), but deep down he's glad Osamu has found someone in Suna who loves him unconditionally. It's enviable. They would steal the world for each other and do anything in their power to make the other happy. Any fool could see that.
While Sakusa didn’t even look at him with his ass…
“I don’t simp for men with white hair–”
“Sure thing, Sunarin. Yer timeline tells a different story,” Atsumu smirks but the asshole just quirks a brow. “I mean, duh, they’re hot. Yeah.”
Atsumu wished there would be something against Suna to break him but he was just like his brother. Unbothered, unfazed, indifferent. Huh. Maybe that's why they were such a good match. Osamu chuckled.
“I was jus’ too chicken to go for a full white.” Osamu grinned, shaking his hair and fixing his bangs. “Ya still like it?”
Suna blinked a few times and Atsumu groaned, spotting the blush sitting high on his cheeks. He can’t believe they’re not a thing yet.
Frustrated, Atsumu was marching out of their shared room, grumbling an annoyed “Spare me,” before snapping the door shut behind him and leaving them alone. Suna stared at Osamu, they were eyeing each other up and down.
Yeah , Rin thought and smiled. Because of course, he liked it.
A lot even.
Triumph ensued when Atsumu and Kiyoomi met again at Youth Camp, second year. He noticed Sakusa's eyes widen as he entered the gym and the first thing his gaze fell upon was not the volleyball cart or the net, no. It was Atsumu whom Kiyoomi's dark eyes captured. Atsumu, from whom he could not break away.
Finally.
Second year of training Camp was definitely more fun than the first year. Atsumu met Kageyama Tobio and somehow took a liking to the boy. Because he bluntly provoked Sakusa until his cousin Komori intervened? Maybe.
At first, Atsumu had seen him as a threat. He was pissed because why was Sakusa paying more attention to the baby boy than to him? But Atsumu quickly realized that Kageyama was at least as blunt as the prickly spiker – just in a different way. Which meant: no threat at all.
Kageyama wasn’t the cool and collected guy that Atsumu had first seen in him. He wasn’t a badass like the blonde setter, no (not that anyone would agree that Atsumu was. But that’s a different story).
To his relief he quickly realized Kageyama was nothing but a goody-two-shoes, so, he told him exactly that, annoying the latter to the max. It was fun. A little bit. Messing with the new kid just because he could.
One reason why this slipped past his lips was perhaps that he wanted to take a little bit of revenge for Kiyoomi. For the fact that Kageyama irritated him when he called him being ‘average’ (which was kind of funny, not gonna lie). Atsumu would have loved to witness this and see Kiyoomi's baffled face. It’s a shame he wasn’t there.
But he would never tell anyone that he would ever avenge Sakusa Kiyoomi. This reason remained locked in a box deep inside his heart because…
Atsumu was a badass. He did nothing for anyone. Right?
So, the week passed by. Snarky comments here and there. Lingering glances from obsidian eyes that Atsumu secretly craved so, so much .
Sakusa was always watching, always observing, always sneaking glances when he thought Atsumu wouldn’t notice. But the setter did. Every. Single. Time. Because Atsumu was watching just as much, weighing his odds, waiting for Sakusa to do something .
Of course, he felt Kiyoomi's eyes on him when he gave Tobio-kun a high-five. Noticed the pouty mouth when Atsumu put his palm on Hoshiumi's shoulder to praise him and the murderous look he shot the blonde when the latter semi-playfully wrapped Motoya, Kiyoomi's own fucking cousin , in an arm lock for receiving his serve with ease – that little devil. How dare he?
Motoya requested afterward to their coach to stop playing against Atsumu, threatened by both, the blonde and Sakusa.
"Isn't Sakusa your cousin, Komori?"
"And that, Coach, is exactly why I fear him so much."
“But what has this to do with Miya?”
Komori didn’t dare to speak further, feeling Sakusa’s stare drilling into his back. He just flinched, eyes wide open, and expressed a helpless 'please' as if a gun was pointed at his skull.
Oh if their coach only knew…
It was frustrating that once again Atsumu spent another week around Kiyoomi without even exchanging a single word. And it's not like Atsumu hasn't tried. Really.
How many times did he throw him a smile, praising him that "Omi-Omi, your spikes are insane!!!" But all he got was an indifferent look on Sakusa's face and the sight of a hot back that Atsumu wanted to kick his foot into. Black curls he wanted to grip tightly. A round ass that he wanted to squeeze .
Ugh. So fucking annoying.
But hey, always look at the bright side of life: At least this time he wasn't mistaken for Osamu (and no , don't you dare say he dyed his hair because of Kiyoomi. He did not. Fuck off.)
So when Atsumu packed his things because it was time for them to leave once again, he was only a tiny bit moping. Taylor Swift's song 'Trouble' was all set in his playlist, ready to be played on repeat on his train ride back to Hyōgo.
Only then did Atsumu notice one knee pad that Hoshiumi must have forgotten in their shared room and figured the loud, quick, shortening footsteps belonged to the smol natural, barging in to collect it.
"Figured ya missed this one Kō-kun–"
"COCKROACH!"
Atsumu’s head whipped around faster than Daichi ever had the chance to realize he was going to die against Shiratorizawa.
“Oi, the fuck are ya callin’ a cockroach, bitch?!”
“For fuck’s sake… not you, Miya! There’s–” Sakusa Kiyoomi, yeah correct, the Sakusa Kiyoomi stood in Atsumu's doorway with a heaving chest, clawing at the door frame and catching his breath. He looked panicked and stressed and oh my fucking God Sakusa Kiyoomi is actually talking to me?!
"There's a cockroach in my room!"
Atsumu blinked at least a million times before he was able to comprehend what the pretty boy wanted from him. Instead of considering his words, Atsumu rather lost himself in those red cheeks and the little beads of sweat that emerged at Kiyoomi’s temple. The twin moles above his eyebrow and... wait what? Hold on a damn minute.
“There’s a… what?”
“I need– please… ” Sakusa was still panting. "You need to get rid of it for me!"
“Get rid of a cockroach?”
“Yes!”
“Why is there even–”
“MIYA. PLEASE. NOW.”
Okay so apparently Sakusa was just a little bit pushy.
However, that got Atsumu to stand up from his crouched position and squeeze past Kiyoomi. His room was at the other end of the hallway and Atsumu noticed that his own room was the only one with an opened door.
Annoyance settled in as he realized it was just a coincidence that Kiyoomi had ended up approaching him.
"Fuckin’ cockroach my ass," Atsumu muttered as he entered Sakusa and Komori's room and indeed found a cute (and disgusting) little cockroach tucked between Komori's socks. Ew.
"I was packing Motoya's stuff because he's… god knows where to say goodbye to everyone in this damn camp, and as soon as I pick up his belongings I have to deal with the cause of the world’s death.”
“It’s just a cockroach Omi, stop bein’ so dramatic.”
“ Just a cockroach?!” Kiyoomi mocked, then laughed almost hysterically. “Are you fucking insane, Miya? Ohmygod, we need to blow this place up–” Sakusa fished a lighter out of the pocket of his ugly yellow tracksuit jacket and pointed to his gym bag. "There's a spray bottle in there that's flammable. Quick. Bring it to me."
"OMI WE'RE NOT GOING TO SET ANYTHING ON FIRE IN HERE!"
“But–”
“NO!”
Atsumu stared at Sakusa with a horrified look, noting his lack of humor. Geez, these damn city boys were crazy...
“Gosh, I can’t wait to go back home to Hyōgo…”
“Are you homesick, Miya?” Sakusa squinted his eyes. “You’re a high school student and you’re homesick? How weak.”
“SAYS THE ONE WHO IS SCARED OF A DAMN COCKROACH!” Atsumu yelled back.
He turned away from Sakusa before his hands accidentally strangled him and noticed the cockroach was moving.
"Hey look, Omi! It's crawling inside Motoya's shirt!"
When Atsumu turned back to him, however, he realized Sakusa was no longer standing next to him, but behind him. He must have jumped from the spot as he witnessed the same, his arms raised protectively in front of his face. Atsumu frowned.
“Isn’t that a bit of an overreaction?”
“IT’S A COCKROACH, MIYA. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS OVERREACTION WHEN IT COMES TO BUGS!”
Atsumu sighed, then chuckled a little.
“Alright, alright, no need ta panic, Omi.” Atsumu casually propped himself against the doorframe and leaned into the room. "‘Samu's a messy eater, so I'm kind of used to cleaning up the little critters."
"Tell him he's disgusting."
Atsumu laughed. "Oh, I will."
He examined the room and tried to figure out what he could use to get rid of the bug so he could play hero for Sakusa. His heart beat a little harder at the thought of being the knight in shining armor. Atsumu was curious to see what his reward would be.
Probably a kick in the ass, from what he guessed Sakusa would say.
At that thought, Atsumu grimaced and wondered what he was even doing here. Sakusa was a prickly asshole who probably wouldn't even thank him. Atsumu had no reason to act 'nice' to him.
When he turned to Kiyoomi, hell was already glaring at him.
"Gimme yer shoe."
Sakusa contorted his face in disgust. "No?! Use your own shoe!"
"D’ya want me to get rid of the cockroach or not?!"
Sakusa glared at him and pondered for a few seconds. Then he scowled at his cousin's things and grumbled, "Use Motoya's shoe."
Fair point. "Komori-kun's shoe it is."
Atsumu picked it up and stepped closer to the cockroach. Kiyoomi whimpered behind him and made himself small while Atsumu lashed out. When Atsumu smacked it with Komori's shoe and a loud 'Crack! '-sound filled the room, Sakusa rushed about 50 meters away from him and a shudder of disgust swept through Atsumu. Then he laughed.
"Okay that was gross, but kind of funny." He lifted Motoya's shoe and flipped the sole to his face. Then he turned to Kiyoomi and waved the shoe back and forth. "Look Omi-Omi!!! I got it!"
"Miya, if you don't burn that shoe right now I'm going to blow up the whole place, including you."
"I told you nothing gets set on fire here! Now come back, the cockroach is dead. Your room is safe to enter."
"Throw the shoe out the window."
"Omi, it's Motoya's shoe–"
"IMMEDIATELY."
"I WILL NOT THROW SHOES OUT OF WINDOWS!"
As Kiyoomi marched toward Atsumu with frantic steps, the setter feared for his life for several endless seconds. He flinched as Sakusa snatched the shoe from his hand, then continued to storm toward the window, tearing it open and throwing Komori's shoe out the window as far as he could.
Atsumu blinked at him in shock.
"That... How is he–?"
Sakusa caught his breath for a second, then stomped over to his stuff and ripped open the zipper on his bag. In the meantime, Atsumu rushed to the window and propped himself against the ledge, trying to locate Komori's shoe – no chance. It was gone.
"Geez, Omi-kun... Ya do realize Komori won't exactly like this?"
Sakusa sprayed the room.
"The shoe was contaminated. It had to be removed."
Atsumu spun around and coughed as Sakusa sprayed him as well. Then he flailed his hands to shoo him away.
"Next time I'll just take your shoe. That would make the whole thing even funnier."
“If you do that, I’ll throw you out that fucking window as we–” Sakusa’s frown deepened. “What the hell are you doing?!”
“Checking how high the drop is and see if it’s worth it.”
“Miya.” Sakusa scowled at him. “Shut the fuck up.”
"Too bad there won't be a next time, eh?"
Kiyoomi's frown deepened, his gaze not averted from Atsumu's eyes. A tinge of pink shot into Sakusa's cheeks, gracing what was already a beautiful face. His lips gleamed, pout slowly emerging.
"Now I finally don't have to put up with you anymore."
Atsumu snorted and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Sure Omi-kun. Cause ya hated my presence soooooo much..."
The muscles at Sakusa's throat clenched and unclenched, he swallowed hard. Yeah. There’s no way this would go unnoticed by Atsumu.
"Believe it or not, there are people who are blessed when you keep your mouth shut."
Atsumu hummed, his eyelids half dropping, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk. He raised his index finger and tapped Sakusa's chest, drawing circles over the ugly yellow fabric of his track jacket as he spoke.
"Rude, Omi. Shouldn't ya be thanking me? I saved yer life and all."
“Saved my ass–” Sakusa started sarcastically.
“Mhmm, that one too, yeah,” Atsumu interrupted him, smirk widening.
Sakusa's blush deepened, his eyes widening for a split second as something unreadable for Atsumu pervaded them. He batted Atsumu's hand from his chest but it didn't do much good.
Just to annoy him, Atsumu raised his other one and was about to touch Kiyoomi when the spiker grabbed his wrist and squeezed it hard .
Oh fuck, Atsumu's knees buckled.
"I think I deserve a reward, Omi-kun," Atsumu said nonchalantly to ignore the fluttering in his stomach. Sakusa huffed.
"For being so annoying?"
"For saving you."
"Anyone else could have done that."
"And yet I did it.” Of course, it could have been anyone else. Atsumu was just lucky that his door was open. No need to remind him, Mr. sexy-moles. “Besides, ya can also thank me for giving ya once again the chance to witness my wonderful setter skills this week."
Don't think I didn't catch the looks ya were giving me, Omi-kun.
Atsumu wouldn't be such a phenomenal setter if he wasn't so incredibly perceptive. There were reasons why he was able to pass every single ball so marvelously, the gift to analyze everything so well was only one of many.
And Kiyoomi's looks did not escape him. He could list them all. Every single one has burned itself into his memories. Every single one made Atsumu's heart soar. In such an odd way that the obnoxious spiker definitely didn't deserve to.
"Don't flatter yourself, Miya. You're not that good."
Atsumu scoffed. "I'm better than you."
"You wish."
"It's true."
"There's nothing you could beat me at."
Oh, now he's getting cocky.
Nothing Atsumu could beat him at? Please. There were so many things Atsumu could do better.
His serves, for example, or the way he can adapt to every single player on the court even though he hasn't played with them before. He wasn't bad at coloring hair either (even if Suna begged to differ) and–
Oh . Atsumu had no idea when Sakusa got that close…
“This is why you don’t have an archrival, Omi-Omi, ‘cause you focus on the wrong details!” Atsumu’s gaze dropped to Kiyoomi’s lips. He, on the other hand, was definitely focusing on the right details… on the… important ones. “There are plenty of things I could beat you at.”
“Maybe I don’t have an archrival because I win all my games.”
Atsumu’s breath hitched as he caught Sakusa’s gaze dropping to his own plush lips. He felt his face getting all hot, a slight smirk crawling up on his face.
“You wouldn’t be able to win this one. ”
And by this one , they both knew exactly what Atsumu was referring to.
“Of course, I would,” Kiyoomi stated confidently and Atsumu licked his lips.
“Wanna bet ya wouldn't even have what it takes?”
“Wanna bet there's nothing easier for me?”
Oh, he was fucking bold. Atsumu hated and loved it, wanted to push his luck even further. If a week of heated stares and missed opportunities meant that they were now both even more riled up. Then Well. Guess, Atsumu was a sold boy to whatever was about to come.
“Go on then, Omi…” Atsumu smirked. “Bring it. Prove it.”
"Don't want to take your breath away, Miya."
Now Kiyoomi was the one smirking and Atsumu's courage tended to falter. If there was one thing Atsumu hated, it was not having the last word. He's not going to lose to Sakusa fucking Kiyoomi.
"Wouldn't that be more the other way around?" Atsumu murmured, voice dropping to a pissed-off tone.
Sakusa raised an eyebrow. "A little confident, aren't we?"
God, Atsumu wanted to wipe that fucking grin off his face. He was so flustered just seconds before. What made him so damn confident?
Fucking smug spiker…
"I’m rather realistic."
"Delusional."
"I'll say it again," Atsumu huffed, cheeks burning. "Bring it."
“Okay,” Sakusa said in hushed tones. Then he leaned in and murmured threatening. “Just don’t make this a thing.”
Don’t make this a thing.
How the hell was Atsumu not supposed to make this a fucking thing when Sakusa Kiyoomi kissed him and more importantly, let Atsumu kiss him back?!
Given the slight height difference, Sakusa reached down and grabbed the back of Atsumu’s neck to pull him in. The touch of his mouth was softer and warmer than Atsumu could ever imagine, their lips lining up oh so perfectly.
Atsumu's heartbeat accelerated and throbbed in his ears. With the room being so damn quiet, he was sure Kiyoomi heard it too. As close as they were standing, Atsumu could feel Kiyoomi's body heat radiating and was sure he would get burned if he decreased the proximity any further.
Shit. This was hot. Sakusa was so fucking hot.
For a few seconds, Atsumu tried to comprehend what they were actually doing, then he suppressed the burst of a gay panic attack and gave himself completely into the kiss, proving his point. Whatever they were doing here, Atsumu would not cave in. He’s a Miya, and the Miyas would never lose.
Except this wasn't something he could win at.
Sakusa released Atsumu’s wrist to slide his arm around his waist, long clever fingers skimming over his black shirt to dig into Atsumu’s covered flesh and pull him closer. It hurt a little bit, drawing a groan out of Atsumu that he couldn't stop. So, Sakusa took advantage of that moment and slipped his tongue between Atsumu's parted lips and kissed him for all he was worth.
Atsumu dug his fist into the collar of that fucking ugly jacket and raised his other hand too to thread his fingers through the soft curls at the back of Sakusa’s head. With his mind already half-blown, Atsumu arched closer to him, stretching onto his tiptoes to keep the gap between them closed.
Fuck getting burned. He needed to risk it all.
Atsumu grinned at the sound Sakusa made when he bit Kiyoomi’s bottom lip and ran his tongue over it in a playful apology. It was something between annoyance and arousal, shooting into places in Atsumu's body he hadn't thought too much about until now.
Sakusa’s hands immediately pulled him closer, pressing Atsumu’s body against him and lining their hips up just right. Atsumu’s head was spinning, another moan spilled thoughtlessly into Kiyoomi’s mouth because holy shit, apparently Atsumu wasn’t the only one who was enjoying this a little too much.
To keep his balance, Atsumu tightened his grip on Sakusa’s jacket, letting him take control over whatever kind of battle they were for God’s sake having here right now.
Sakusa kissed him as if he wanted to devour him. The gestures of his warm tongue were so leisurely and measured, rolling against his own in a heady pressure that made Atsumu tremble. The kiss took his fucking breath away, which he actually meant to take away from Kiyoomi but fuck it because Atsumu definitely wouldn’t get tired of things being like this.
Everywhere Sakusa touched him it was scalding hot; the long fingers burning into his neck, the grip on his waist numbing and exhilarating, his breath catching hotly in Atsumu's mouth. He consumed Atsumu with abandon, leaving a tickle down his spine that he could never get enough of. Of which he yearned for more.
Atsumu gasped another moan into Kiyoomi’s mouth, immediately swallowed like it was everything Sakusa craved for a living. His hand roamed from Atsumu's neck down his spine and settled on the small of his back, pinky already hinting at wanting more. To slide even deeper and grab his ass and fuck –
They're in Sakusa and Komori's room. The Komori who has not yet packed his fucking things and could barge in any second. They're making out in a shared room of a stupid youth camp and Atsumu isn't sure if anyone could see how embarrassingly hard he is by now.
Fuck, that's– They have to–
As if Sakusa had also come back to his senses, he slowed down and sucked Atsumu's bottom lip between his teeth, coaxing another groan as he pulled it a tad too hard, breaking away from the kiss entirely. Atsumu released a shaky exhale and allowed his eyes to flutter open, letting himself get drunk as Sakusa held him in place and the glistening string of saliva joined their swollen lips.
"Woah..." it burst out of Atsumu as he stared into those burning coals of eyes, overwhelmed by everything Sakusa had given him. With flushed cheeks, they looked at each other, hearts beating faster than they ever had before in their lives.
"Miya," he heard Sakusa say, and then he repeated something that made Atsumu's stomach feel funny. "Don't make this a thing."
Right. This was nothing.
Atsumu didn't trust his voice so he just nodded, letting the blood rush back into his whole body and not just pool in certain places.
His knees were weak and immediately buckled as Sakusa removed his arms from his body. Atsumu's hands instantly darted to the ledge behind him to brace himself, but Sakusa's firm grip was already back around Atsumu's arm to keep his head from kissing the floor.
Shit, no one had ever affected him like this before.
The look Sakusa was giving him was... confusing. And intimidating! In the gloom of his eyes swirled something like worry and aggravation, a mix of yes and no, wanting and not wanting, uncertainty and–
"Oh, Atsumu! Here you are!”
They both snapped apart, Atsumu quickly ripping his arm off Sakusa’s grip as he saw Komori entering their shared room.
Oh shit. Oh shit…
”I just wanted to say goodbye! You weren't in your room and I thought you had already left. I honestly didn't expect to see you here… like, at all ." Komori rubbed the back of his head and grinned sheepishly.
"He wanted to ask for tips on how to win his games before we left," Sakusa answered smoothly because Atsumu still hadn't found his voice.
"Yikes! Were they helpful? Kiyoomi can get a little carried away sometimes."
Oh screw him, he fucking did get carried away…
"Yeah," Atsumu replied breathlessly, swallowing hard. "Figured."
He held Sakusa's gaze and tried to calm his heart. With deep even breaths he tried to regain his composure and pretend that nothing had happened. Luckily Komori didn't catch them.
"Can't wait for the next spring tournament to see if the tips helped, Miya."
Atsumu blinked as Kiyoomi pulled on his white mask while staring him in the eyes. It was his cue to leave, he should really fucking go before he spat out something dumb. So, he just nodded and hurried out of the room.
“See ya, Komori-kun,” he said as he passed Motoya, but he couldn't even look him in the eyes.
As he walked down the hallway back to his room, he overheard Komori asking Kiyoomi if he had seen his shoe, but Atsumu couldn't think twice about it. No. All his brain was able to think about was the fact that he had kissed Sakusa Kiyoomi. Or rather, that Sakusa Kiyoomi had kissed him.
Sakusa. Fucking. Kiyoomi.
Where was Osamu when Atsumu needed him?
Slightly panicking, he typed in his brother’s number.
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Atsumu did make a thing out of it.
“Where the fuck have ya been?! I’m havin’ a major life crisis and you guys are what ?! Just strolling around, french kissin’ each other like a couple of hookers?!” Atsumu narrowed his eyes, observing his twin a little closer. Then he contorted his face in disgust. “What is that ‘Samu? Is that a hickey?!”
“Uhhh–”
“Ya two are disgusting!”
Suna couldn't help but wear that crappy lazy smile on his face while Osamu scowled at his brother. But before he was able to scold him, Atsumu continued to ramble.
"Wait a minute–" he interrupted himself. "Did you…? Are you two finally...?"
"Yeah 'Tsumu, now get the fuck outta here!! We were jus’ in the middle of somethin’!"
"Oh fucking finally! " Atsumu exclaimed in relief, rushing to his brother to hug him, giving Suna a fat peck on his cheek, and then contorting his face in disgust as he realized what this ‘ something’ was supposed to be.
He couldn't have cared less, though, because now he had to complain about Kiyoomi. The Sakusa Kiyoomi who kissed him like… only a few hours ago! So, Atsumu forced himself between Suna and his brother on the bottom bunk and started to rant while Osamu's nerves were about to burst. Osamu clicked his tongue.
“‘Tsumu, would ya–”
“Move yer ass, ‘Samu!”
“What the fuck, are you blind?!”
"Not as much as you are!"
"What's that even supposed to mean?!"
"It means that everyone was able to see how much Rin was into you! Can't believe it took you months to figure it out when you've been practically glued to him since the first day of high school just to gush about him! And then ya didn’t even believe yer own twin brother!! You wound me, ‘Samu!"
Osamu blushed and Suna grinned, raising an eyebrow and giving Osamu a pointed look.
"Is that so?"
" Have ya seen Rin today?!” Atsumu mimicked, smirking at Suna. “ He was so cute when he missed that spike! And the way he stretched after practice!! ‘Tsumu what if he doesn’t like my gray hair…” Atsumu rolled his eyes but smiled. “ So. Fucking. Annoying."
"Miya Atsumu, would ya shut the fuck up right now ."
Osamu's covered his beet-red face with his hand and shut his eyes, fed up and embarrassed. If he could, steam would be whistling out of his ears by now. He and Rin just got together, his boyfriend didn't need to know everything about Osamu being a hardcore simp for him just yet. In fact, he should never know. Thanks to Atsumu, however, that side was now utterly exposed.
"It's cute," Suna chuckled, "Tell me more about it."
Osamu smacked his hand over Atsumu's mouth and shoved him back against the wall to prevent him from exposing him even more. Osamu’s eyes were wide open while Atsumu contorted his face in pain as the back of his head hit the hard plaster and scowled at his brother when he didn’t let him go.
"No fucking – ouch!! What the hell, 'Tsumu?!"
Atsumu bit his brother's fingers to get rid of his hand from his mouth and to be able to nag him. Suna's fingers were already twitching near his phone, sensing this could be another good fight between the twins.
"Keep yer hands off, scrub! I don't even wanna know where they've been!"
"Oh," Suna grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. "Maybe you really don't wanna know."
Atsumu's eyes widen, his heart dropped into the pit of his stomach.
"Ew,” he says once, then, “Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew...!"
He jumped up from the bed and stuck out his tongue, flapping his hands over it repeatedly to get rid of his brother's germs. Or maybe Suna's. Or both? Only the devil knew.
Atsumu hurried to the bathroom and rinsed his mouth using mouthwash, slathered toothpaste on his toothbrush, and then returned to the twins' shared room, brushing his teeth frantically. He scowled at both Osamu and Suna.
"You two are disgusting," he said with the toothbrush sticking in his mouth.
"Sounds like someone's envious," Suna teased, smirking.
"I'm not–" Atsumu nearly spat the toothpaste foam out of his mouth and decided to pause mid-sentence to actually spit it into the sink, rinse his mouth again two times, and return to the two idiots, feeling somewhat clean.
"I'm not envious!"
"Guess ya once again failed to hit on that Omi-Omi of yers, huh?"
Osamu raised an eyebrow to rile his twin up. Suna dropped down to the side to rest his head on Osamu’s lap, letting his boyfriend run his fingers through his messy hair while playing on his phone.
“First thing, he’s not my Omi-Omi… and second, stop fucking callin’ him like that, ‘Samu, what the fuck…”
Osamu grinned wickedly. "What? Did he ignore ya again?"
Atsumu huffed and put his hands on his hips.
“Bastard kept making eye contact with me during the whole week but was too pretentious to talk to me.”
"So he was ignorin’ ya."
“That obnoxious prick thinks he’s better than everybody else jus’ cause he’s one of Japan’s top aces. As if he was untouchable and could kill anyone with his gaze if you got just a tad too close, but y’know what, ‘Samu?” Atsumu smirked at his brother, recalling the memories of their departure. “It's almost embarrassing what a big fat crush he has on me.”
Rin’s phone fell flat on his face and Osamu cocked a brow at how smug and determined his brother sounded. A smile crept onto his lips while Rin had been propping himself up on his elbows to stare incredulously at Atsumu.
"Excuse me?" They both said in unison, not believing Atsumu’s shit.
"Yeah," Atsumu said, flailing his hand around, closing his eyes. "Kissed me and everything. I literally took his breath away," he kept on bragging. "Ya should've seen how his knees buckled!"
Osamu and Rin turned their heads to face each other, both looking equally stunned. Osamu tried to stifle a laugh while Rin's eyebrows almost met his hairline. Then Osamu turned back to his brother and gave him a half-pissed, half-amused look.
"Right, Sakusa Kiyoomi is supposed to have kissed ya."
"It's true," Atsumu said nonchalantly.
"And you're supposed to have taken his breath away," Rin pointed out.
"He wasn't able to stand properly when I broke the kiss."
The two didn't need to know that Atsumu might be twisting the story just a teeny tiny bit. Who would ever find out?
Osamu and Suna looked at each other again and this time Suna was the one who had to stifle a laugh while Osamu frowned.
"Yer such a shitty liar, 'Tsumu."
Atsumu snapped his eyes open and stared at his twin's face, dumbfounded and shocked.
"Huuuuhhh?!!" He contorted his face, exposed and pissed. "I'm not a liar!"
"Yeah, that story is totally not made up at all," Suna snickered.
"It's not?!" Only partly.
"Yer makin' this up cause Rin and I are datin' now?"
"No?? What the hell, why would I, 'Samu?"
Atsumu huffed and crossed his arms, turning away from those two idiots and closing his eyes again – a habit he tended to have when telling things that might not be entirely true. If Osamu had figured it out long ago? Of course, he has. Whether Atsumu himself was aware of this habit? Not at all.
"You'll see how he'll be all over me by the next time we meet!"
"Yeah," Suna grinned. "Can't wait to see that."
"Listen 'Tsumu ya don't hafta lie... Jus’ because I made out with Rin and am now practically one step ahead of ya doesn't mean–"
"Ew, yer not!" Atsumu scoffed. "You jus’ wait and see, I'll prove it to ya! Next spring tournament, he won't ignore me anymore!"
Next spring tournament, Sakusa ignored him again.
And the following Interhigh tournament somehow too. And even in their final national spring tournament as high school third graders, Sakusa didn't glance at Atsumu.
It was frustrating, nerve-wracking that he didn't care at all whether Atsumu was there or not. All Sakusa seemed to have eyes for was to win the tournament, to concentrate on volleyball, to avoid Atsumu.
Bastard.
Losing to Karasuno in their second year spring tournament was surprising and disappointing. No clue if it was because Atsumu was still thinking about the kiss between him and Sakusa, and that idiot watching him during the match didn't make the whole thing any better. Normally, Atsumu would love the attention.
This time, however, he felt as if Kiyoomi wasn't focused on him during the game, but on Kageyama and that shrimp called Hinata. And he couldn't even be mad at him, because this duo was attracting everyone's attention, even Atsumu's.
Their quick attack was outstanding, the flow of how they interacted together was insane. However, it was nothing that Atsumu couldn't coax out of his players as well. Perhaps he was also a bit taken aback, given how much Kageyama had changed since youth camp.
However, it was a consolation that neither Karasuno nor Itachiyama won the tournament. Neither of them deserved it.
They went far at the following Interhigh but then were defeated in the semifinals by Nekoma, who also narrowly defeated Fukurodani in the final.
In the fall Inarizaki qualified for the spring tournament and faced Karasuno in the third round. Kageyama and Hinata have improved quite a bit since the last time Karasuno encountered Inarizaki, but they still just barely came up short against the 3rd year Miya brothers. Osamu and Atsumu were beastly.
So they had a break before facing Itachiyama in the final and Atsumu vowed to take this victory home. Screw that flawless face of Sakusa Kiyoomi. Atsumu would show him what he's been missing out on.
“Sunarin, what the fuck are ya doing?”
“Felt cute, might delete later.”
“Delete it now! ” The twins shouted in unison, reprimanding their best friend as he snapped a selfie with the brothers in the background wearing nothing but matching avocado underwear.
They changed back into their tracksuits for the break, as it was still a while before the final match eventually started. Nohebi Academy and Kamomedai High faced each other in the third-place match, with all of Inarizaki and half of Itachiyama watching them.
To be honest, only a part of Inarizaki was watching, because the other part was either busy with themselves (aka Osamu and Suna were making out with each other in a sickening way) or annoyed by those who were busy with themselves (aka Atsumu, who was fed up with the behavior of the two of them).
“My life is a soup and I’m a fucking fork,” Atsumu whined with his face buried in his hands.
“Get yerself a boyfriend, ‘Tsumu.”
“Shut the fuck up, ‘Samu.”
“I’ll shut him up, alright ‘Tsumu… You don’t have to worry about it,” Suna smirked, leaning in to give Osamu another kiss.
“Yer fuckin’ vile Sunarin, I hate you.”
“Ya sure are dry as hell, this is just a normal convo between two lovers ‘Tsumu, ‘course ya wouldn’t get it,” Osamu said, fidgeting with the zipper of Suna’s jacket.
“You really do strike me as someone who’s real dry, Atsumu-kun,” Komori joined in, smirking at them and wiggling his eyebrows.
He had heard them while getting back from buying snacks to enjoy the current match, was passing by, and stopped as the trio caught his attention. Atsumu liked Motoya, even though he was Kiyoomi’s cousin, these two were luckily nothing alike.
It’s a mystery why he voluntarily hung out with that sea urchin so much.
“See, ‘Samu? Told you dots for eyebrows has it in him,” Suna said, snickering at Motoya joining the couple to bully Atsumu.
“Wait, so you can actually see my eyebrows? I thought since you missed receiving almost every serve last match that you probably have issues with your eyesight,” Motoya replied, making both Atsumu and Osamu cackle loudly, knowing so well that bothered Suna from the way his face contorted.
"Yeah, Sunarin! What was that about? Did the players from Ichibayashi High intimidate you that much?"
"Shut up, ‘Tsumu. I don't need to hear anything from someone whose favorite team is the Black Jacks ."
Atsumu groaned, Osamu grinned widely, and Motoya's ears perked up out of curiosity.
"Gimme a break of yer Marble League bullshit! I only picked that team ‘cause they sound similar to the Division 1 team MSBY Black Jackals!" Atsumu bickered.
"Wait," Motoya interfered again. "You guys watch the Marble League too?"
"Yes!" Osamu and Suna exclaimed in unison, now turning to Motoya. "Who's your favorite team?" Suna asked mischievously and Motoya chuckled, winking and raising his index finger.
"The Savage Speeders, of course! There's a reason why they are at the top every year!"
"Right?! Finally, someone with taste!" Osamu proclaimed, laughing now. "Guess we should introduce ourselves properly! I'm Miya Osamu and this is–”
"Suna Rintarō," Suna smirked and bowed. "‘Tsumu was right, you are really cool, Motoya!"
"Oh my god, yer not really talking about marbles now..." Atsumu deadpanned, but the three had long since ignored him and were delving into their conversation about the Marble League.
It wasn't enough that his idiot of a brother and his even more idiotic boyfriend had to stick their tongues down their throats in front of him, no. Now Komori Motoya, Sakusa Kiyoomi's crappy cousin, had to join them as well and talk about the most boring topic in the world.
Don't get Atsumu wrong, he's happy that his brother and Suna were a couple now, but ew, they could be so awfully sweet in love that it made his stomach churn and made him want to hurl at least five times.
Because he would like to have that same thing with Kiyoomi? Hahaha no, no, absolutely not.
(Yes he wanted to).
Pissed off by Osamu and Suna, a little bit by Motoya, and definitely by Kiyoomi, who ignored him again during the whole day, Atsumu marched toward the locker room to cool down on the one hand and to prepare himself mentally for the final match on the other hand.
This was a game he wanted and needed to win. He would show this bastard of a top ace what he gained from giving Atsumu the cold shoulder.
Arrived at the locker rooms, Atsumu was about to put his hand on the doorknob when at that very same moment someone slammed the door open from the inside, rushed out, and crashed into Atsumu out of sheer fright.
Oh, this tall figure, this soft skin... and this disgusting yellow tracksuit.
"Easy there," Atsumu smirked, and maybe his heart did a thousand leaps because Sakusa Kiyoomi just ran into him in a panic. "Did ya see a ghost or somethin'?"
Kiyoomi took a step back but moved away from the door in disgust. He frowned and scowled at Atsumu, twisting his mouth into a pout as a shudder ran over his body as if trying to shake something off. Atsumu watched him with wide eyes and a pounding heart.
"I was just about to get changed... But there's a cockroach in there."
Atsumu blinked once, twice, then again. And again, and again, and again. Then he snorted, scrubbed both hands over his face, and then ran them through his hair, gripping it tightly and internally releasing a loud scream.
Was this how they would meet every time?
"You can't be fucking serious, Omi?" Atsumu said half laughing, half in despair.
"Do I look like I'm not serious?" Kiyoomi deadpanned and no, he didn't.
Atsumu could keep teasing him but to be honest, he felt a little sorry for him, since Kiyoomi looked really stressed and Atsumu's little heart somehow couldn't take making fun of him (even if he deserved it). So he raised his hand and entered the locker room, smirking smugly.
"Alright, alright, I guess I'll be your knight in shining armor once again then." Before turning his attention to the cockroach, however, he stopped and turned to Kiyoomi with a mischievous grin. "What will my reward be?"
On purpose, he dropped his gaze to Kiyoomi's tender lips, on purpose he lowered the tone in his voice, and on purpose, he glanced at him with hooded eyes.
Sakusa might have avoided him throughout the whole tournament, but the stolen glances didn't pass Atsumu unnoticed. The slight blush in his cheeks revealed to Atsumu that he must be triggering something in him at least as much as Sakusa did in him, and the pissed-off expression exposed that he was resisting it for whatever reason.
Yet they could have so much fun together if he didn't hold back.
“Get rid of the cockroach first, and then we’ll see,” Kiyoomi scowled.
“What about another kiss?”
“What,” Sakusa mocked and grinned wickedly. “Want me to take your breath away like last time? Just before the match? You want to lose so badly, Miya?”
Hah. Obnoxious prick.
Atsumu snorted, contorted his face into a kind of pissed expression. He isn't necessarily proud of how his body reacted to their first kiss, but Atsumu wasn't the only one who had somehow brought the lower half of his body back to life with it. He could feel Sakusa getting at least as turned on.
"Don't think I'm that easy, Omi-Omi."
"I don't have to, it's a given."
"You jus’ wait and see, I'll prove ya how wrong you are."
"Go on then," Sakusa crossed his arms and grinned. "Show me."
Atsumu’s eyes widened, blush settled high on his cheeks.
Wait, really?!
Atsumu’s pulse stuttered out of time, his gaze dropped to Kiyoomi’s beautiful lips. He licked his own, felt his heart thrashing into his throat as he leaned in. He didn't get a chance to get as close to Kiyoomi as he wanted, though, because the bastard flicked his index finger against Atsumu's forehead to stop him.
"Ouch – what the fuck, Omi?"
"Not now , dumbass. Get rid of the cockroach first!"
Atsumu scowled at Sakusa at least as much as he scowled at him, turning around and muttering a few unintelligible curses under his breath.
Inside the locker room, he looked around and spotted the cockroach on the floor near one of the benches. It's smaller than the one he had eliminated for Kiyoomi last time, but somehow more disgusting.
"I tried to throw Motoya's shoe at it, but I didn't catch it because I was standing too far away," Kiyoomi confessed.
Atsumu screwed up his face in disgust and noticed that Kiyoomi didn't follow him any further. He wasn't surprised because last time he had literally tried to set the whole training camp on fire. It was a wonder he hadn't tried the same thing this time, instead going straight for his cousin's shoe.
"Hey, those are new!" Atsumu remarked and then he remembered that right, Kiyoomi had thrown the last shoe somewhere into nowhere. "Man that would be a shame ta ruin them, can't we jus’ take yer old ones, Omi-kun?"
"Do you want to die?"
And a shudder rippled through Atsumu's body at the look Sakusa was giving him. He meant it, this part of Sakusa was not to be trifled with.
"No," Atsumu muttered quietly, picking up Komori's shoe. "Just promise me you won't throw it away again."
"No."
"Omi."
"No."
Atsumu sighed. "Then I won't help ya."
He dropped his arms and lowered the shoe to the ground, turning to Sakusa and giving him a reproachful look. He tried to withstand Sakusa's intimidating stare, couldn't risk Komori having to buy new shoes because of his cousin once again.
As Atsumu snorted, shook his head, and walked past Sakusa to head back out of the locker room, however, the deep and desperate voice that triggered certain things in Atsumu that he wasn't necessarily proud of stopped him.
"Miya, wait." Atsumu paused and looked back over his shoulder. "Just kill the cockroach, please."
Now Atsumu almost felt sorry for being so hard on Kiyoomi. The boy looked really desperate, must have a genuinely big problem with bugs.
Atsumu's heart clenched harder and harder in his chest with every second he stared at Sakusa. Then he took a deep breath and nodded, picking up Komori's shoe and stepping a little closer to the cockroach. Ew, this one was really disgusting. And fast! Oh god, he had to kill it quickly before it got away from him.
Atsumu lashed out and threw the shoe at the bug, a Crack! -sound as well as the sound of the shoe hitting the ground filled the room, leaving Atsumu smiling. He smacked his hands together in satisfaction and turned back to Kiyoomi, looking much more relaxed now. Atsumu grinned smugly at the curly-haired boy and raised his eyebrows.
“There ya go,” he said, smiling. Then, “So, about my reward…”
"You sound pretty desperate for someone who's been spreading the word that you stole my breath away."
Sakusa crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised an eyebrow, looking at Atsumu almost reproachfully. When Atsumu only blinked in bewilderment, a smug grin crept onto Kiyoomi's lips. The setter gulped and smiled nervously.
"What...? I have... no idea what ya mean."
"Oh," Sakusa's smirk grew meaner. "Then I guess you weren't the one telling the tales about me having a big fat crush on you?"
Atsumu's heart was beating harder and harder, his stomach churning. He must have heard him, Osamu, and Suna talking about all that stuff in the Spring Tournament last year, when the two of them brought up the subject again the moment they saw Itachiyama's team.
Was that why he scowled at him back then? Why he ignored him throughout the whole tournament? Fuck, he couldn't have heard them... could he?
Sakusa stepped closer to Atsumu and grasped his wrist with one hand, settling the other under his chin and tilting his head to make him glance up. Atsumu's face was deeply flushed, his heart was pounding hard in his throat, and his mouth opened against his will as Kiyoomi leaned in.
"You think you can get away with this shit, Miya?"
Just as Kiyoomi was about to lean back, Atsumu grabbed the collar of his jersey and kept him in place. His reddened face contorted in annoyance, he certainly wasn't going to let that bastard win whatever that was between them.
"Maybe I got somethin’ mixed up there, Kiyoomi . Why don't cha jog my memory a bit? Hm? Help me out a little?"
“And do you a favor?” Kiyoomi huffed and cocked a brow. “Why should I?”
“And do yourself a favor,” Atsumu corrected him and smirked smugly, covering up how much he was screwed for a hot minute. His smirk widened as Kiyoomi’s dark eyes lingered on his lips for a moment too long. Then he murmured, “It’s been a while since you’ve kissed someone this good.”
Kiyoomi scoffed. “How would you know?”
Atsumu tiptoed and leaned in a tad closer. “Just a feeling,” he murmured, then whispered against Kiyoomi’s lips. “So? You wanna give me my reward? I promise I won’t steal yer breath away this time.”
Kiyoomi huffed out a laugh, then grinned somewhat pissed off. “Bastard,” he said, yanking Atsumu’s jacket toward him and forcing their lips together.
Atsumu’s lips opened instantly and Kiyoomi followed him without wasting another second, letting their tongues slide together lithely and pulling a groan from the setter before he can stop himself.
Sakusa’s long fingers skimmed around Atsumu’s waist, dragging him closer while Atsumu unthinkingly ran his hand in Kiyoomi’s hair, tugging at the soft curls as the usually prickly spiker hummed contentedly against his mouth.
Atsumu couldn’t help but arch his back to get even closer. Sakusa immediately took advantage of the movement and let his hands reel Atsumu in, pressing closer as well so their bodies line up just right, and shit – this felt good.
Again, Atsumu wasn’t the only one getting hard.
His heart skipped over with speed as Kiyoomi's hands let go of his waist and slowly slid down to his ass, one palm each gripping a cheek tightly and kneading it, rubbing their waking erections together. The friction was definitely a welcome sensation.
Atsumu moaned thoughtlessly into the kiss, letting himself be pulled in as close as physics would allow, and opened his mouth wider to grant an easier exchange of tongues. His skin was hot to the touch, his mind hazy with the way Kiyoomi was kissing him but–
Ah, he wanted more than this.
And apparently so did Kiyoomi, because the way his fingers carefully swept from Atsumu's ass to the back of his thighs, encouraging him to be lifted up, made his mind reel with want, want, want .
"Fuck," Atsumu gasped against the latter's lips and dove back into another deep kiss the next second.
Greedy as Atsumu is, he wrapped his legs around Kiyoomi's waist and clung to him, letting the boy carry him as if he was weightless. Not detaching their mouths, Kiyoomi moved them to one of the benches and sat down, letting Atsumu sink in his lap and straddle his thighs.
He suppressed a growl when Atsumu parted his legs a little wider, sliding their clothed cocks together to get even more friction. Atsumu sighed against Kiyoomi’s lips, wanting to keep their mouths together for the sake of kissing but wasn’t able to anymore from the way his chest was heaving and from how hard he was panting.
All this time Kiyoomi was gripping the edge of the bench, not trusting himself what would happen if he would allow his hands to touch Atsumu. However, when the blonde broke the kiss and leaned back to look him in the eyes, he knew he was a lost boy.
Atsumu's gaze was dazed, filled with lust and want, desperate for more, more, more . He stared at Kiyoomi as if he had hung the stars. As if he was the only one who could give him everything he needed, and Kiyoomi did the same.
“Atsumu–” Sakusa started breathlessly.
“Yeah,” Atsumu interrupted him, running his hands over the short curls at the back of Sakusa’s neck. “‘m not gonna make this a thing.”
Cupping Kiyoomi’s face, Atsumu claimed another hard kiss and ground down his hips over his clothed cock, ripping another low groan from Kiyoomi’s lungs. The sound shot straight into Atsumu’s dick.
Shit, shit, shit–
He won’t be able to last much longer if they keep going on like this.
Kiyoomi pushed against him even harder, letting the excitement reach his mouth, tongue and lips working more aggressively. His hands slid to Atsumu’s neck to hold him close, forcing their mouths together while their kisses grew frantic, sloppy, greedy.
Atsumu was losing himself in Kiyoomi. He smelled so good and tasted so good and felt so. Fucking. Good.
His lungs were burning, his skin bursting with heat and his mind was hazy from the way Kiyoomi was kissing him, touching him, and from the lack of blood in his head, which was practically the same reason.
Atsumu needed to breathe but he didn’t want to break the kiss. He felt his thoughts crumble under the pressure of his blood, felt his body start to shake, could feel every part of him vibrating as if stopping to kiss Kiyoomi was akin to withdrawal.
Somehow it was.
He ended up breaking the kiss when he was about to suffocate, groaned when Kiyoomi’s teeth caught on his bottom lip and pulled it just a fraction too hard.
“Fuck…” Atsumu whispered again, running his tongue over his lip to soothe the deliciously stinging pain.
He moaned when Kiyoomi’s hands landed on his ass again and pulled him down harder. All Atsumu could do is rest his forehead against Sakusa’s and pant into his mouth as he was gazing him deeply into black, burning eyes.
“Don’t cha dare ignore me again when ya kiss me like that,” Atsumu gasped, fingers curling tighter into Kiyoomi’s hair.
Kiyoomi arched a brow, his twin moles lifting with the motion and Atsumu hated how attractive that made him look. He barely resisted the urge to groan as Sakusa buried his finger in the undercut at the nape of his neck, sliding them further up into blond waves to grip his hair tightly, smirking up at Atsumu.
So damn annoying.
"Like what? Like I'm taking your breath away?" He asked, his voice cocky and smug.
“I fuckin’ hate ya, Om– oh…”
Kiyoomi tugged at Atsumu’s hair, baring his throat to let his lips glide up hot skin. Atsumu hissed a curse when Kiyoomi's teeth catch the sensitive flesh, then released another sweet sound when the latter playfully ran his tongue over the bruised skin.
Atsumu’s stomach did a flip, his body shuddered when Kiyoomi chose the same moment to roll his hips in a slow delicious press, causing Atsumu’s mind to blank out for a brief second.
“Yeah,” Kiyoomi breathed against his ear, “You hate me so much…”
“Nghnn, shit– ”
Atsumu shivered, his hips jerking slightly when Kiyoomi nibbled his lobe, then bit down a bit harder, letting hot breath clash with his ear. He shuddered once more as Kiyoomi licked the spot behind Atsumu’s ear, placing a sloppy kiss right there before being consumed by the heat of glowing coals, igniting a fire of their own in Atsumu’s golden eyes.
“You look so pretty like this,” Kiyoomi murmured in hushed tones, hands lingering on Atsumu’s hips as he chased another kiss.
Heat crept up in Atsumu’s neck and ears as Kiyoomi dragged his chest against his own. His hands trailed down to Atsumu’s ass again, kneading and squeezing his clothed cheeks while rubbing his own erection between them, seeking more friction and burning up a fluttering and tingling sensation in Atsumu’s gut.
He's never been fucked before, already had his fair share of boys and girls he made out with but never moved any further than that. And suddenly the thought of giving himself to Sakusa, the moron that he absolutely couldn’t stand, was so alluring he could hardly breathe.
Yeah, that had to be true hate…
“Fuck… fuck, Omi–”
Things got even worse when Kiyoomi pulled him deeper into his lap, could feel the full outline of his cock against his own. He elicited another moan from Atsumu’s lungs as he ground down on Kiyoomi’s crotch and chased even more friction to build up the blissful feeling inside his stomach.
Atsumu’s cheeks burned, embarrassed about how a couple of frantic kisses and lazy grinding have gotten him into a place where his voice was turning raspy and breathy, letting himself spill moan after moan as if it was the easiest thing Kiyoomi could coax out of him.
So much for Atsumu not being easy, huh?
Oh– bastard.
Atsumu forewent Sakusa’s lips for now and lunged at his neck, diving into the crook between his neck and shoulder. He panted and gasped against it, placed soft and wet kisses on his skin, felt the way Kiyoomi clenched and unclenched the muscles at his throat.
He left a trail of kisses up to Kiyoomi’s ear and rubbed their clothed cocks a little harder together, circling his hips in a slow, torturous rhythm and ah, there’s the sensation Atsumu had been craving.
“Ah… shit, Atsumu–”
“Yeah,” Atsumu shushed, letting his hot breath flit over Kiyoomi’s damp skin, feeling the latter’s hips jerk when he nibbled at the cartilage of his ear. “Fuck, this – you feel so good, Omi…”
Kiyoomi growled once the words left Atsumu’s lips, his hands slid down Atsumu’s side to his waist, then to his hips to hold him in place when he ground harder, more controlled against Atsumu’s hard-on.
“Oh, fuck–”
Atsumu moaned against Kiyoomi’s cheek, eyes fluttering shut as more and more heat kept on pooling in his gut. Kiyoomi was driving him insane, Atsumu had no chance to think straight at all.
Spreading his legs as far as the bench and his flexibility allowed him to, Atsumu sunk down even deeper, letting himself be pulled in even more. At this point, he gave Kiyoomi everything he wanted, gave his body away, and focused on nothing but the feeling between them.
Kiyoomi cradled Atsumu’s neck, cupped his cheek, and forced their lips back together; a battle between want and suffocation made it hard for them to kiss properly. Atsumu ran his hands all over Kiyoomi’s back and through his curls, gripping them for dear life.
Pleasure was settling heavily at the base of Atsumu’s dick and Sakusa must've felt the same way as his hand crept to Atsumu's side, gripping tightly to hold him in place. He was building them both toward the edge even faster, harder. Atsumu moaned loudly into Kiyoomi’s mouth, keeping his face close and tensing up his whole body.
“I’m, ahh – shit… real fuckin’ close, Omi…”
“Look at me, then,” Kiyoomi panted against his lips, his long lashes tingling Atsum’s cheeks. “Open your eyes.”
“Can’t–”
It was already killing Atsumu the way Sakusa's voice sounded so rough. If he looked anywhere near as aroused as Atsumu imagined him to be, the setter would probably explode.
“Look– look at me, Atsumu…”
Atsumu was throbbing, he was so achingly hard, and pretty sure he was soaking his briefs. He kept his eyes squeezed shut, arching his brows and digging his teeth harshly into his bottom lips, on the verge of drawing blood.
He startled and snapped his eyes open as a warm gentle thumb swept across his mouth to free his bottom lip from his grasp.
He stared into the wet eyes of Sakusa Kiyoomi, clouded with lust and arousal, causing Atsumu's mind to spiral. Sakusa Kiyoomi, whose skin sprouted with red, the contrast so beautiful to his usual pallor. Sakusa Kiyoomi, whose curls were a mess and whose lips were so kiss-swollen it blew Atsumu's mind.
And then it happened.
Kiyoomi pulled him down by his chin and kissed him hard as they both teetered over the edge, swallowing moan after moan as they both came in their track pants.
Their bodies jerked violently under the mutual touch, shuddering and contracting every tiniest muscle as they kept on grinding against each other until that feeling became too much. Atsumu unconsciously closed his eyes again as he trembled through his high, hissing as overstimulation burned his nerves.
It took him, them both, a couple of blinks to clear their minds and catch their breaths, realizing what the fuck just happened.
“Shit…” Atsumu cursed, dropping his forehead against Kiyoomi’s and smiling lazily. His legs were shaking so badly, he had no idea how he was going to play volleyball in a minute.
They stayed like that for exactly twenty seconds before Sakusa shoved Atsumu off, causing him to plop his butt on the floor and let out another shocked gasp. Atsumu’s eyes were wide open, his brow furrowing.
“Hey…!” He yelled but Sakusa stared at him utterly disgusted, the flush in his face only faintly visible.
“I need to take a hot shower,” Kiyoomi said, scowling down at his pants.
“Ya do realize we’re playing the finals in–” Atsumu checked the clock and realized they barely had a few minutes left until they needed to head to the court for warm-ups. “Less than five minutes? Fuck, there’s no time for showerin’, Omi-Omi.”
Sakusa got up annoyed and hurried to the sinks, bringing himself and Atsumu a few tissues to at least wipe away some evidence. An awkward silence fell over the two, Atsumu was too overwhelmed and also didn't want to ruin the moment by saying something stupid.
When he was reasonably done, he slid over to Motoya's shoe to remove the cockroach from the sole. When he turned it over, however, his fast-beating heart slipped into the pit of his stomach, making it churn.
Fuck, this couldn’t be true, right?
“Ummm…”
“What?!” Kiyoomi snapped and examined Atsumu with dangerous eyes.
"Remember how I killed the cockroach?"
Kiyoomi didn't answer him. Atsumu chuckled nervously.
"Yeah umm... turns out I actually… didn’t… it’s umm – it’s kinda… gone..?"
The way Kiyoomi's face suddenly became even paler was almost funny if Atsumu didn't somehow fear for his life. Kiyoomi swallowed thickly, his body standing rooted to the spot.
His eyes were wide open, uneasiness and panic creeping into his face. Then he stared back into Atsumu's golden eyes, scowling at him while his eyes grew dark, dark, dark .
"Are you telling me right now..." began Sakusa slowly, and it was menacing, scary. "Are you telling me right now that I kissed you... as a reward, for something you never got done?"
Atsumu gulped, blinking at him a thousand times.
"I- umm..."
"Are you telling me right now," he raised his voice and closed his eyes to somehow keep his irritation under control. "That I stained myself for no reason, that... this fucking cockroach can come back," he opened his eyes again, and yeah, by the look Kiyoomi was giving Atsumu, he should have died by now at the latest. "That all this was for nothing?!"
Atsumu was still at a loss for words, he was too intimidated to answer Kiyoomi. Maybe he should run away. Leave the country. Brazil still recruits young talented players, don't they?
"Ya know what Omi?" Atsumu scrambled back to his feet, knees still shaking. "I guess I'll see ya on the court."
"Miya," Kiyoomi warned, but Atsumu rushed out of the locker room and hid in the crowd of people Kiyoomi would never willingly run into.
"MIYA!" He shouted again, but Atsumu was out of reach, closing his eyes as he leaned against a wall, out of breath, reviewing the last half hour.
Years later, he would admit to himself that yes, the victory against Itachiyama in his last spring tournament was not the fairest. But for today?
For today, he just grinned smugly, because Sakusa Kiyoomi had kissed him, had come with him, was as smitten with Atsumu as he was with him.
And if that wasn't an achievement...
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The fact that Sakusa didn't go pro right after high school was on the one hand surprising for Atsumu, but on the other hand not at all. Instead of being recruited by a Division 1 team right away, Sakusa went to the University of Tokyo and studied something related to economics – as Atsumu was told, this was the wish of Sakusa’s parents.
Since he never exchanged numbers with Kiyoomi and this moron was as inactive on social media as Hinata was in his match against Kamomedai High in his first high school year (rip shrimpy), Atsumu and Sakusa have lost track of each other since that last spring tournament.
Atsumu on the other hand was scouted by the MSBY Black Jackals and was eventually accepted into their team. It didn't take long for the blonde to prove himself and get a regular place as their starting setter.
The team was crazy and at least as wild and hungry for volleyball as Atsumu, which ignited his love for the sport even more. The chaos doubled once Bokuto Kōtarō also joined the team in Osaka after graduating from college and Atsumu had an ace with him that he knew would have the other teams' legs shaking.
The monster generation was slowly coming back.
MSBY was successful, playing at the top with Nagano's EJP Raijins and Tokyo's Sweiden Adlers. So it was no wonder that only the best of the best were chosen for the tryouts, and Atsumu should have known that Sakusa Kiyoomi, as the MVP at the recent Japan National Collegiate Volleyball Championship, could be a promising rookie to the Jackals.
“Miya.”
Yeah, he became just that and honestly they were both a little startled to see each other because holy shit, the guy got even taller and so much prettier, and since when was he that hot?!
But if this counted as one of Atsumu's gay panic moments, Kiyoomi's was even worse.
Because yes, he had seen him on TV and yes, he knew that Atsumu has become a whole lot more attractive since high school (even if he was already hot as fuck back then), but Kiyoomi still didn't expect the lighter blond, the broad shoulders, and those fucking muscular thighs to have such a huge effect on him.
Oh, fuck . Why did he join the Jackals again?
“Omi-kun,” Atsumu smirked. “Missed my pretty face, eh?”
Yes.
“No.”
Oh, Kiyoomi was such a weak man.
"Honestly didn't expect to see ya here... Would've guessed you'd be joining the Adlers." Atsumu wriggled his brows and leaned obnoxiously close to Kiyoomi. "My sets must've convinced you, huh?"
Of course, Atsumu's ego was pushed even more over the years – Osamu described him as even more obnoxious than he was back in high school.
Atsumu improved a lot, got even more attention due to his pro career, had probably the biggest fan base of the Jackals, and was rated Japan's most attractive player this year for a reason (luckily Iwaizumi decided to take a different path in sports).
And the kiss, the fucking dry humping in their last spring tournament… of course , Atsumu could never forget that (and Kiyoomi honestly couldn't either – you don’t even want to know how many times he pestered Motoya about it).
So maybe Atsumu had every reason to act so smugly because Kiyoomi should know that the blonde had an inkling this affected him at least as much as it affected Atsumu (Itachiyama lost for a reason). So, to think that Kiyoomi joined the MSBY Black Jackals because of Atsumu had its justification…
But in truth, Kiyoomi just flipped a coin.
"Your serves lack speed and power," Sakusa replied bluntly. "Are you still getting used to the new ball?"
Atsumu flinched, a pissed-off expression settling onto his face. "What's that supposed to mean!"
"If it was based on who had the best sets, I would have chosen the Adlers," Kiyoomi smirked nastily. He knew Atsumu was quick to get riled up when he was compared to Kageyama. "The world doesn't revolve around you, Miya. My decision was rational."
Atsumu huffed, hands on his hips. "Rational in the sense that we are the better team?"
"Rational in the sense that I let coincidence decide because MSBY and the Sweiden Adler are equally good."
“What?” Atsumu snorted. “Flipped a coin or somethin’?”
“Yes, I flipped a coin.”
Atsumu blinked a few times, then laughed. Sakusa Kiyoomi was really just as blunt as ever.
Yeah, having them both on the same team was both a curse and a blessing for MSBY. Like the competitive assholes they were, they naturally made a battle out of everything.
Who had the better serves (tied), who scored more service aces (Kiyoomi), who could do more deadlifts (Atsumu, bless his thighs), and who would cave in faster to address whatever that was between them (Oh, we'll get to that in a minute but just for the record; it was Atsumu… or kind of Kiyoomi? Maybe both in a way).
They bantered and bickered a lot, riling each other up to the point it was either amusing their teammates or consuming every bit of their nerves. Inunaki and Meian often disagreed on the two. While the sneaky libero used snarky comments to play the two off against each other for funsies, Meian needed to keep a low profile so that all the head-bonking wouldn't jeopardize their interplay at some point.
But of course, the two would never let it get that far.
Kiyoomi and Atsumu were still professional and insanely good volleyball players. If anything, their little banter would spur them on to be better than the other, to get even better. It definitely helped to improve their skills and sent their fun playing together skyrocketing.
And this also affected their teammates! The hunger to win, the thrill of every successful interplay; Kiyoomi and Atsumu dragged all of the Jackals along with them.
So maybe having them both on the same team was more of a blessing than a curse. At least considering the team’s success.
A few months after Kiyoomi joined the team, things got even more chaotic when Hinata became a part of it as well. To welcome the new little rookie appropriately, Meian made everyone go to a bar for a team bonding session, forcing Sakusa to tag along since he's dipped every time before.
There was a specific reason for that.
"There's a cockroach under yer seat, Omi-Omi.”
The speed of sound was nothing compared to how fast Kiyoomi had gotten up and almost flipped the whole damn table over. Those who had their drinks in their hands were lucky because all the others were knocked over. Among them was Kiyoomi's red wine. Which stained Atsumu's white shirt.
Oh, shit .
"Geez, Omi-kun, I was just kiddin'!"
Atsumu laughed and raised his arms away from his body so the liquids could drip down his soft, tanned skin.
With his eyes wide opened and his hands clasped in front of his mouth, Kiyoomi stared at Atsumu partly in horror, partly apologetically. His heart was beating fast because he was so scared of the non-existent cockroach, or because Atsumu's muscles were revealed by the wet fabric.
He wanted to convince himself of the former when in truth it was rather the latter.
Kiyoomi's stomach felt funny from the way Atsumu was looking at him, his throat was getting dry, heat crept up into his cheeks. Atsumu’s gaze was a little… too intense.
Fuck, he'd never been able to escape those eyes.
"I'm sorry," Kiyoomi mumbled beneath his hands. Then he frowned, realizing that he didn't really need to be sorry at all since Atsumu was the one messing with him. This bastard was still absolutely fucking unhinged.
“Ugh,” Atsumu chuckled, flailing his hands. “That's gonna leave a nasty stain… maybe I should try to rinse that out."
"Wait, I'll help you."
It was the least he could do. Even if this was actually Miya's own fault, Kiyoomi was nevertheless not an asshole.
Inunaki brought his hands to his mouth and booed, giving them a thumbs down when they left the team to go to the bathroom.
“That’s the lamest way to get someone in bed, Miya!”
“Tsum-Tsum has some interesting… methods ,” Bokuto agreed, closing his eyes and nodding his head, thinking hard. His beefy arms were crossed in front of his chest.
“1000 Yen on them making out as soon as they step into the bathroom."
Inunaki snorted at Tomas' bet. "2000 Yen on them going to fu–”
Meian bonked their heads before Inunaki was able to finish stating his bet and threw some towels into their faces to mop up the mess.
"Leave them alone and better clean this up before they come back. You know how hard it was to convince Sakusa to join us tonight."
"Hey, has anyone seen Hinata? He’s missing out on the good stuff!"
Atsumu and Kiyoomi didn't catch whether anyone answered Bokuto's question, too busy to make their way to the bathroom.
Kiyoomi ignored the comments of his teammates, also tried to ignore how fucking ripped Atsumu looked with that stupid wet shirt clinging to his abs. Him pulling it off didn’t exactly calm down Kiyoomi’s heart.
Instead, it picked up a speed that Kiyoomi only knew from particularly strenuous games, leaving his throat so dry that it was hard to swallow his lewd fantasies.
He had to turn away and brace himself at the sink to avoid looking anywhere remotely close to Miya. What the hell… since when was he that confident? And why the hell did he deserve to have such a damn glow-up?
“Yer still afraid of these bugs?”
Kiyoomi met Atsumu's smirk as he tilted his head up and looked at the damn setter through the mirror. With his arms still trapped in his shirt, Atsumu showed off his muscular chest. Kiyoomi clawed at the edge of the sink. He’s gonna lose it…
Oh fuck, he’s gonna lose it so badly.
"Could you hurry up a little?"
Atsumu raised an eyebrow at Sakusa's snarky comment and then had to smirk a little wider because the way onyx eyes flitted over his body and the touch of soft pink tinted Kiyoomi's cheeks were impossible for him to miss.
He's checking him out, huh? Like back in Youth Camp?
Atsumu had always noticed Sakusa sneaking glances at him.
Full of himself, he took his shirt fully off and stood next to Kiyoomi, muscles full on display and shit. He opened the faucet while maintaining eye contact with Kiyoomi through the mirror, fully aware of how strongly his heart was beating.
He’s always had it bad with Kiyoomi, too.
"Too bad there wasn't actually a cockroach there." Atsumu started scrubbing the stain out with some soap, focusing on getting rid of it before he lifted his gaze again. "Could’ve played yer savior again... like I used to."
Atsumu wiggled his eyebrows. Kiyoomi grimaced.
"Yeah right, like back when you did a shitty job and my team lost the tournament because of you?"
Atsumu scoffed, feigning being hurt. "Because of me?"
"Yeah, because of you!" Kiyoomi snapped, pouting and crossing his arms in front of his chest.
He turned away from the mirror and leaned his ass against the sink. He pursed his lips and forced himself not to look at Atsumu, only now realizing that he wasn't helping him remove the stain at all. Just like the bastard deserved.
"Aww, come on Omi, don't be like that! After all, I was trying to save ya... it's the intention that counts and all, ya know?"
"Tried to save my ass…” Kiyoomi mumbled. “You made me kiss you when you didn't even deserve it…"
Atsumu chuckled, turned off the faucet, and grabbed two tissues to dry his hands. Then he leaned slightly back to stare directly into Kiyoomi's eyes, dropped his eyelids halfway, and murmured, "Didn't look like you minded."
Ah, so he was playing games again? Alright. Kiyoomi could join in.
"You could have just said if you couldn't get enough of me," Kiyoomi grinned pissed off and so did Atsumu.
"Wasn't it more the other way around?"
"Now you're getting delusional."
"I wasn't that delusional when I won against you in the finals."
Kiyoomi squinted his eyes. "By dirty methods."
"Just proved how much of an archrival I am to you... Remember how you insisted you win all your games? Didn't look like you won that one." Atsumu licked his lips and dropped his gaze to Kiyoomi's mouth. "Doesn't look like you're gonna win this one ," he then mumbled.
Kiyoomi grabbed Atsumu's chin and squished his cheeks and lips together. The sudden grip startled Atsumu and jerked his gaze back up into fiery dark eyes.
"Don't start anything you can't finish."
Atsumu smiled pissed off – or at least tried to as much as it was possible in Kiyoomi's tight grip.
"Scared you're gonna lose to me?"
Kiyoomi scoffed. "I'm just sick of your games, Miya."
"Alright, alright," Atsumu grabbed Kiyoomi's wrist, removed it from his face, and brought his hand back to the edge of the sink. He caged Kiyoomi in, thighs brushing against thighs, leaning impossibly close as he whispered the following words. "No games, then. I can show ya how serious I am instead."
Kiyoomi's heart beat fast and strong, his gaze darting back and forth between sickeningly confident golden eyes. He knew his own cheeks must be flushed by the way heat coursed through his whole body, but what did it matter if Atsumu's were at least as red?
His gaze drifted from seductive eyes to even more seductive plush lips, slightly parted, glossy, and so full . Kiyoomi noticed how Atsumu drew in a sharp breath and by then, at the latest, it was over with him.
He grabbed Atsumu's nape with his free hand only to have their lips collide in the next heartbeat. He pushed himself off the sink and used the momentum to push Atsumu backward against the wall, eliciting a moan from him as his back crashed against the cold tiles.
Atsumu’s hands moved up to Kiyoomi’s hair, knotting in black curls and making them messy. Kiyoomi didn’t fight it, gripping his ass instead and dragging Atsumu even closer, making him moan into the kiss when their hardening cocks brushed against each other.
“Fuck, Omi…” Atsumu gasped, smirking when he realized Kiyoomi was at least as out of breath. “What’s this? Giving me flashbacks of our last spring tournament back in high school?”
"I don't know if that would be enough for you, but I need more than that."
"Shit–" Atsumu panted. “Yes, yes gimme more…”
It was hot in the bathroom as Kiyoomi cradled Atsumu's head and the setter lost his eyes on Kiyoomi's tongue peeking out of his mouth to lick into his own. Atsumu hadn't had much to drink, one beer at most, but he felt drunk from the way Kiyoomi pressed his thumb lightly into Atsumu's jaw to get him to open up a bit more.
The kiss was slow, yet sloppy. Their tongues glided against each other until only their tips were the last thing touching as Kiyoomi angled Atsumu's head to have better access to his mouth.
Atsumu surrendered as Kiyoomi devoured him. He clawed at Sakusa's black shirt at the small of his back underneath his MSBY jacket as Kiyoomi kissed him stupid, letting himself be pulled even closer by his hips and motivated to gyrate against Kiyoomi's thigh slotted between his legs.
He was a fucking goner.
Atsumu grabbed Kiyoomi's collar and pushed him into one of the stalls without breaking away from him for even a second. He closed the door behind them with a bang, was shoved up against it as Kiyoomi's sinful lips moved from his mouth to his jaw to his throat, remembering he wanted to lock up the door before someone would walk in on them.
If they had been the slightest bit aware of their surroundings, they would have noticed that Hinata was already standing not even two meters away from them and had now witnessed things that were never meant for his eyes.
Instead, the two were too preoccupied with each other, too dazed, wanting the other so badly that nothing else mattered.
Kiyoomi’s hands were all over Atsumu’s body, skimming down to his ass, kneading and groping it while sucking a bruise into the soft skin of his throat. Atsumu moaned, fingers scraping Kiyoomi’s scalp, coaxing a groan on his part when he tugged lightly at the roots of his hair.
“Yer gonna be the fucking death of me, Omi–ahhh…”
“And you think you’re any better?”
Kiyoomi chose that moment to unexpectedly bite Atsumu’s earlobe, sending shivers down his spine, soon followed by a full-body shudder. His fingers gently skimmed Atsumu’s abs, tracing the shape as if he was building a mental replica, letting his hand slowly slide down, down, down.
Fuck, yes…
Impatiently, Atsumu slipped Sakusa’s jacket from his shoulders and flung it over the hook on the wall before it even had the chance to touch the ground. Kiyoomi pulled away, grasping the hem of his own shirt to pull it off in one swift motion, and flung it over the hook as well.
The expression on Atsumu’s face changed immediately from smugness to greediness, eyes roaming over Kiyoomi’s bare torso, shamelessly and hungrily taking in the sight before him. Kiyoomi didn't often enjoy the attention he was given, but here and now, he couldn't get enough of it.
“Fuck, Omi…” Atsumu said in a daze. “Kiss me.”
Kiyoomi did. With one hand digging into the flesh of Atsumu’s hips and the other settled on the nape of his neck, he kissed him. Slowly. Deeply. Forcing his mouth open and letting their tongues caress each other, grinding against him until they were both overcome by their greed and everything they could manage to do was to pant into each other's mouths.
Kiyoomi almost lost it when Atsumu rolled his hips against his own, moaning shamelessly against the latter’s lips. Never in his life has he felt anything even close to this. With Atsumu, everything was thrilling. He managed to coax things out of Kiyoomi like no one else.
His whole body was in heat, butterflies kicking in his stomach and blood rushing down to his crotch, making him feel lightheaded. Atsumu didn't really feel any different.
Both of them had never been so grateful for deciding to not change into more casual clothes but dress up in athletic wear instead because the thin layers of fabric of their sweatpants left them enough room not to feel awkward, and yet it was still getting way too tight.
Kiyoomi’s hands skimmed down to Atsumu’s bulge, palming his cock through the fabric and earning another sweet moan.
“Ahhh – Shit Omi, we gotta do somethin’ ...”
"My place isn’t far–"
“There’s no way in hell we’re leaving the bathroom like this…”
Atsumu stared down between their bodies, hinting at two very visible boners. Then he glanced back up at Kiyoomi’s eyes and the latter noticed he loved the way Atsumu was looking at him. Heat rushed to his cheeks, deepening the sweet red that was coloring his pale skin.
He's definitely lost it for this man.
“Okay…” Kiyoomi whispered, nodding slightly. “Okay,” he said more firmly, brushing a strand of hair behind Atsumu's ear before kissing him deeply.
It was like an addiction he couldn't escape. Atsumu whimpered so sweetly against his lips, reacting so perfectly to everything Kiyoomi did to him, leaving him in a trance. Kiyoomi knew there was no time to waste because this felt definitely right.
He wanted Atsumu at least as much as Atsumu wanted him.
It has always been like this.
Atsumu released the kiss and started to make his way down Kiyoomi's neck over his collarbone to his abs, hot breath colliding against sensitive, pale skin. Kiyoomi braced himself against the door, looked down at Atsumu, and met a hungry gaze that felt like a punch to his gut.
Touch me, love me, feel me, do it now.
Atsumu nuzzled into Kiyoomi's crotch, looking up at him as his lips skirted the outline of his cock. His fingers slid under the waistband of Kiyoomi’s sweatpants and underwear, pulling them down in one swift motion and letting his dick spring free.
Kiyoomi hissed slightly when hot and wet lips mouthed over his length, dazzling golden eyes were peering up at him from under pretty, thick lashes. Oh, Kiyoomi wanted to see him cry, wanted to see those beautiful eyes drown in tears.
“Fuck…” he moaned, tearing his gaze away before his imagination could get the better of him and tilting his head back, eyes rolling back as he bit his lips.
Miya Atsumu was going to be the death of him.
Back at Youth Camp, back at the last spring tournament, and here and now.
Looking back down, Atsumu flicked his tongue over the slit of Kiyoomi's cockhead, earning another curse as Kiyoomi's entire body began to shake. If Atsumu continued like this, Kiyoomi wouldn't last much longer.
"Come up," he urged. "I need to–"
Kiss. He needed to kiss him or he would go insane.
A hiss interrupted him as Atsumu came up and brushed his fingers along Kiyoomi's length, gently pressing his index finger against his slit and bringing the sticky precum up, up, up to his tongue. The look Atsumu was giving him as he sucked on his fingers and then released them with a lewd 'pop' almost left Kiyoomi with a nosebleed.
"Mhmm," he hummed. "Sweet."
Kiyoomi just gaped at Atsumu in awe, feeling drunk on his actions, and couldn't help but grab him by the nape of his neck and bring their lips back together. He shoved his tongue into Atsumu's mouth to feel him, to taste himself, leaving a string of saliva between their lips as he pulled back again.
Dazed by the other, they looked at each other with half-lidded eyes.
“I need ya to fuck me, Omi…” Atsumu blurted, mind hazy.
“We don’t have lube or cond–”
“Don’t need ‘em,” Atsumu breathed heavily, skimming out of his sweatpants and briefs as well and turning around. “Fuck my thighs.”
“Shit–” Kiyoomi cursed because these damn thighs have always been his weakness.
He trailed his fingertips along Atsumu's spine, kneading and spreading his ass cheeks slightly while staring down at his divine body. Tanned and soft. Flawless and beautiful. So many spots to mark him up.
Kiyoomi pressed against Atsumu’s back, his hard cock brushing against his round ass. He noticed only now how close to the brink Atsumu already looked, damp strands of hair stuck to his forehead, his skin covered in blushes. And his gaze?
Fuck, Kiyoomi couldn’t get enough of that.
Atsumu parted his legs a little so Kiyoomi’s cock could slide between his thighs, closed them again to keep it trapped right there. Kiyoomi groaned at the feeling, breathed hotly into Atsumu’s ear, and making him whimper.
“One day I will fuck you open with my mouth… I want you to sit on me, to suffocate me with these damn thighs and I’m gonna make you come on my tongue… fuck you stupid and – shit… and make you cry...”
Atsumu moaned at these words, legs starting to shake when Kiyoomi slowly slid in and out. His grip on Atsumu’s hip was tight, would definitely leave some bruises but the stinging pain was a welcome additional pleasure along with Kiyoomi’s pulsing cock.
“Fuck… Omiii–” Atsumu winced as Kiyoomi bit his earlobe, trembled as his warm hand wrapped around his own cock and gave it a few strokes for good measure before picking up the same pace as he thrust in and out between Atsumu’s thighs.
Another moan escaped Atsumu’s lips. Then, he smirked. “That an invitation or…?”
“I told you I needed more,” he grunted, picking up some speed.
Waves of pleasure sent through their bodies, the touch of Kiyoomi’s dick gliding against Atsumu’s perineum and rubbing his balls with each thrust was almost too much for him. He had to brace himself against the door before his legs would give out beneath him. The friction of their bodies grinding against each other was getting way too intense.
“Fuck…” Kiyoomi breathed against Atsumu's neck. “You feel so good .”
Atsumu’s head was spinning, he was whimpering with each roll of Kiyoomi’s hips. His knees were going weak with every groan and grunt Sakusa made, shivers tingling down his legs the closer his orgasm was about to hit him.
His toes curled when the sensation overwhelmed him, his moans got strangled with each thrust of Kiyoomi. Atsumu’s cock was throbbing in his hand.
Before the waves of pleasure could come crashing down on them, Sakusa craned Atsumu's head and met him in an open-mouthed kiss, breathing him in and swallowing each of his sounds.
And then they came almost simultaneously, Atsumu in Kiyoomi’s hand and Kiyoomi between Atsumu’s thighs. The firm grip on Atsumu’s hip got a little harder, the stinging but pleasant pain made him feel lightheaded once more. He kept him in place, made sure Atsumu’s limp muscles wouldn’t let him crash to the ground.
It took them a moment to gather their composure. Kiyoomi breathed against Atsumu's damp skin on the back of his neck while Atsumu pressed his forehead against the door, tilting his head slightly to catch a glimpse of Kiyoomi out of the corner of his eye. Atsumu smiled, warm cum running down his legs.
Before he could say anything, however, the bathroom was filled with muffled voices in the background as the door opened and someone entered wordlessly. However, when neither footsteps nor any other sounds could be detected, Atsumu and Sakusa glanced at each other in confusion, pondering how this could possibly be.
Then their eyes widened simultaneously and they both sucked in a sharp breath.
"Oh, fuck," they said in unison as they realized that, rather, someone was wordlessly stepping out of the bathroom.
And remembering back that a certain person had been missing earlier, their hearts slid down much further than just to the pit of their stomachs.
Oh, Hinata must have imagined his start a little differently.
Kiyoomi reached for some toilet paper to clean himself up and handed the roll to Atsumu so he could do the same. They dressed wordlessly in a hurry until Atsumu stopped Kiyoomi and looked at him with wide eyes.
"Wait Omi, my shirt is still wet–"
Kiyoomi didn't let him finish and threw his jacket into his face.
"Keep it, burn it, I don't care what you do but I..." full of panic Kiyoomi ran his hand through his hair. Would Hinata tell the others about this? Would MSBY kick him out now? Fuck, MSBY would kick him out. After all, he only joined the team half a year ago. "I need to go home."
"Omi–"
But Atsumu couldn't stop him, Kiyoomi was already gone in a blink of an eye.
He leaned the back of his head against the wall of the stall and scrubbed a hand over his face, still needing to calm his heart down from what just happened in here. The two of them needed to sort out whatever this was between them.
First, though, he would have to face his smug teammates and get a telling-off from Meian.
Sakusa Kiyoomi was a stress cleaner.
With the hairband pulled over his curls, mask and gloves on, and spray bottle in hand, he scrubbed over the tiles in his bathroom a third time, fooling himself that they weren't clean yet. It's not stress cleaning if he doesn't scrub over it at least five times. And this certainly has nothing to do with Miya Atsumu, oh no.
"Why don't you guys talk about it already?" Motoya said through the speaker, sounding a little out of breath. He was probably doing his morning exercise routine.
"There is nothing to talk about, Motoya. I don't want anything from him," Kiyoomi lied because ohohoho, there was so much he wanted from Miya.
"Sure, that's why you've been whining to me since Youth Camp about how much you want to be crushed by his thighs."
Kiyoomi blushed. "Shut up."
"He's your teammate!"
"Exactly! MSBY would kick me out if–"
"Oh shut up Kiyo, Meian is just waiting until he gets his 5000 Yen from Tomas when you finally get together."
Kiyoomi stopped mid-scrub.
"Meian bet on us?"
He could hear someone snorting in the background and scowled at his phone as if Motoya could see him.
"He just has faith in you."
Kiyoomi wanted the earth to swallow him up. He had been avoiding the team ever since last night and he didn't think he would ever be able to see them ever again.
"I think I'll join the Adlers. Ushijima said they're still recru–"
“‘Tsumu’s havin’ a big fat crush on ya too, Sakusa! Just ask him out!”
Kiyoomi blinked a couple of times, then put the brush away, removed one glove, and picked up his phone as if that would somehow help clear his confusion about what the fuck was going on right now.
“Was that Osamu?” Kiyoomi asked, growing suspicious by the way Motoya sounded out of breath.
“Oh… uhhh, yeah…” Motoya panted. “He’s helping me… exercising– ” Komori got cut off by a voice moaning.
“Was that Suna?!”
“Ummm–”
“Motoya, what the fuck are you doing?”
“You know what Kiyo–” Komori gasped, cursed, then gulped audibly and came back to the speaker. “Ask him out. It’s like ‘Samu said, he’s totally into you! I–” Another gasp. “I should call you back later, Kiyo… Love you!”
Kiyoomi scrunched up his nose when Motoya hung up and threw his phone away as far as possible. He really, really didn’t want to know what these three were doing.
Just as he was about to start his fourth round (not the fifth yet! It wasn't stress cleaning because of Miya Atsumu!), there was a knock at his door. Kiyoomi sighed, wondering if he should just play dead or act like a responsible adult.
Everything screamed for the former, but his mind made him realize the longer he waited, the worse it would get, so he went to the door. It was probably Meian who would kick him out now. It was a shame about the team, Kiyoomi liked them in a way but like this, he had at least the chance to transfer to the Adlers and be able to still play this season.
When Kiyoomi opened the door, however, he didn't meet his captain's face, but golden eyes, light blond hair, and a body that already made Kiyoomi feel weak again.
"Hey," Atsumu smiled, leaning against the door frame and looking at Kiyoomi in anticipation.
Completely horrified, Kiyoomi couldn’t think of anything else than spray him and shutting the door, crashing with his back against it and staring with his eyes wide open into his living room. His chest was heaving, his heart was racing. Oh, shit…
Oh, shit.
Did he just slam the door in Miya Atsumu's face?
Did he just spray him?
Kiyoomi squeezed his eyes shut and tried to take a deep breath. This had to be a bad joke, right? Oh, he is absolutely so 100% fucked.
Admitting slamming the door in Atsumu’s face wasn’t exactly his best move, he slowly detached from the door, pulled off his mask, turned around, and opened it slowly. He peered through the gap and met a somewhat startled Atsumu, now chuckling and then looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Are we still not making this a thing?”
Kiyoomi huffed through his nose and let Atsumu inside.
“Sorry.”
His heart was about to burst out of his chest. Atsumu waved him off as he stepped inside.
"I washed your jacket... thanks again."
Kiyoomi nodded, fucking blushing again.
"Are you here to tell me MSBY is kicking me out?"
Atsumu looked at him a little startled and then burst out laughing, making Sakusa pout. He didn't understand what was so funny about that, this was about his career after all!
Atsumu cleared his throat.
"So... Hinata has probably never been as pale in his life as he was last night, Inunaki has become 2000 Yen richer, and Meian has threatened to break our necks if we don't settle this between us by tomorrow's practice, and I can't shake the feeling that he's been betting on us too."
"Five thousand Yen if we get together," Kiyoomi confirmed. Atsumu laughed.
"I knew it!"
Kiyoomi gulped. "So they're not kicking us out?"
"They'd be stupid if they did, Omi-kun," Atsumu reassured him, handing him his tracksuit jacket.
Kiyoomi frowned and stared down at Atsumu's offer, was about to grab his jacket when his hand brushed Atsumu's and made both himself and Atsumu blush deeply. His skin was soft and gentle, Kiyoomi couldn't bring himself to remove his fingertips from him.
Atsumu coughed.
"Maybe we should treat our captain to somethin’ good for a change..." Kiyoomi raised an eyebrow at that. "Think he could use these five thousand Yen..."
"Osamu said you have a big fat crush on me too... is that true?"
Atsumu frowned. "When did ya talk to 'Samu?"
"Ah... I was actually calling Motoya, but your brother and Suna..." Kiyoomi blushed even more, recalling their conversation. "They were there too." They were doing more than just being there.
“Do I even wanna know?”
“No.”
“Hey!” Atsumu frowned even more. “What do ya mean I’m havin’ a big fat crush on ya too?”
Kiyoomi gulped. “I asked you first and you didn’t answer yet–”
Atsumu shut him up with a kiss. A light one, an almost shy one, brushing their lips together in a way that felt more than right. It was sweet and gentle, addictive and satisfying all at once. Kissing Atsumu had always felt like the right answer to everything.
Kiyoomi cupped Atsumu’s cheek with his free hand, taking the lead and kissing him deeper. He was a little startled at first, Atsumu was downright pulling the breath out of him when it had always been the other way around.
But it felt right, it always had. Kiyoomi had always had it bad for Atsumu, this was like a dream finally coming true.
Atsumu drew back enough to murmur against Kiyoomi’s lips.
“I meant it when I said I can show ya how serious I wanna be with us… Think I fell for you ever since I saw ya in our first year of Youth Camp.”
Kiyoomi smiled. “You dyed your hair for me in second year when I tried to ignore you first.”
“ Tried, Omi, is the right wording… you’ve never been able to escape me.”
“No,” Kiyoomi smiled, then kissed him again. “I’ve never been able to escape you.”
“So?” Atsumu breathed against his lips. "Are we gonna let Meian win his bet?"
Kiyoomi stared into golden eyes that he had probably always loved. Stared into the blushing mess of a face he could never get enough from. Stared at plush lips he wanted to kiss all over again.
Kiyoomi nodded, his lips curling into a smile.
“Let that man get his 5000 Yen.”
Atsumu’s smile grew wider before he captured Kiyoomi’s into another sweet and gentle kiss, pouring in all his love. Both of their hearts beat fast and strong, taking on a rhythm of their own, only known by each other.
Atsumu chuckled as Kiyoomi's fingertips slid over his hand and tickled his skin, breaking the kiss and then staring at their joined hands only to realize it wasn't his lover's fingertips but a cockroach. Atsumu frowned, then widened his eyes and snapped his gaze up to Kiyoomi, who was ready to set this house on fire. Atsumu gulped.
“Oh, oh…”
Atsumu was able to convince him not to do any property damage and Kiyoomi forced his boyfriend to help him clean the whole house at least two times.
(So maybe it was stress cleaning with and about Miya Atsumu after all.)
And even though Atsumu whined and complained about it, he couldn't imagine anything better than spending his time with Kiyoomi, no matter what they were doing.
Be it kissing him or getting rid of bugs.
Both were fine.