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satori pushed himself up on his elbows to watch hajime bustle around the room looking for god knows what. he hadn’t started to put his clothes back on so the redhead assumed they weren’t entirely done yet and let himself fall back on the sheets. after what felt like an eternity, he sat up only to find hajime hunched over something on the floor.
“what on earth are you doing?” satori inquired, finally grabbing the nearest shirt to throw on, one of hajime’s. he recognized it as one of the ones they sold at the high school volleyball competitions they both used to frequent. hajime startled and stood up suddenly, naked as the day he was born, and began rifling through an open drawer of clothes mumbling under his breath. satori watched with an expectant look on his face, finally clearing his throat and catching the shorter male’s attention.
“it’s the new hire again,” he grunted, a grimace on his face, “that kid probably couldn’t tell the difference between a leg and an arm.” he finished dressing quickly and went to the mirror in an attempt to make his hair look presentable, a hopeless attempt in satori’s opinion. In the meantime, satori took the cue to get dressed as well, standing up and pulling on the rest of his clothes.
“of course hajime, how could anyone ever dream of being as high-class of an athletic trainer as you, mr. team japan?” he cooed, getting an eye-roll in response but not missing the small smile the other gave at the redhead’s antics. satori can’t remember when it went from tendou-san and iwaizumi-chan to satori and hajime. it must have happened somewhere along the way. he sometimes bursts out into random laughter imagining what his highschool self would have thought about his relationship with the vice-captain of his greatest volleyball rivals, and well, his life in general.
as hajime shot out of the bedroom, he gave his usual quick “take your time” followed by “don’t forget to lock up” as the door shut behind him. honestly, it was just once satori had left the door unlocked and the black-haired man made sure never to forget. well, maybe he had left it open a little as well. only because he knew the other would be back shortly!
the redhead took his time showering and cleaning up the other’s messy building before he left (locking the door of course). out of the two, most would imagine satori to be the more unorganized and lazy with cleaning. if only they’d see the pigsty that was hajime’s apartment.
when he got on the train back to his flat, satori began scrolling through his instagram feed, smiling a bit at a picture tsutomu had posted with a few other people, all volleyball players as well. he recognized a few of them from miyagi, and others through the team his friends played on now. He zoomed in a little on one of them, hinata shoyo, feeling a little creepy. satori had been hearing a lot about him, from volleyball news, hajime, everywhere since the ginger’s return to japan from his time in brazil. he sighed, scrolling on. he left volleyball for good in high school and was extremely happy with his life now, but he always found himself missing the sport and wondering how far he could have gone.
he continued thumbing through, responding to eita’s newest video of his band recording with thirst comments, cackling to himself at the thought of the other’s reaction. satori was actually in a good mood despite only getting one round with hajime before his unfortunate call to action. until he saw his post. he stopped and stared hard at it. oikawa had wakatoshi in a headlock with seemingly an intent to kill but both his and the olive-haired male’s expressions told another story. a story of great affection, laughter, friendship, and god knows what else. the redhead took a deep breath and left a bland comment complimenting the brunette’s outfit before locking his phone and letting the sounds of the train lull him into a nap.