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Motoya was about one more needlessly bitchy comment away from having a breakdown.
“Motoya, please, you don’t have to be so dramatic.”
Oh, so he had said that one out loud, huh?
Motoya glared at his cousin from where he sat in the booth across from him. The two of them often had their weekly little ‘cousin chats’, as Motoya liked to call them. And usually, Motoya loved catching up with his cousin! Now, though, Sakusa Kiyoomi was dead to him.
“You literally don’t have the right to say anything about me being dramatic. Remember when you were all, ‘Oh, Miya this, Miya that’! Because I was the one that had to listen to all your pining.” Motoya rested his head on the table in front of him, maybe a bit too harshly. He might have a headache tomorrow, but that was a problem for future Motoya.
Sakusa sighed, prompting Motoya to lift his head off the table. “Why don’t you just ask them out? If what Atsumu’s been saying is anything to go by, I don’t think you would be rejected.”
“Kiyo, you don’t get it! They’re already dating and in love and I can’t just—I can’t put myself in there! That’s so awkward, how do I even bring that up to them?”
“Just talk to Suna during practice. Maybe, I don’t know, when he gives you onigiri that Osamu made specifically for you.”
Motoya’s head once again hit the table. “But I don’t know if they like me!”
“Dear god, is this what I sounded like?” Sakusa grumbled under his breath before patting Motoya’s head gently, albeit a bit awkwardly. “Well, I guess you could also fake your death.” He chuckled as he said this, but Motoya’s head popped up, causing Sakusa to quickly withdraw his hand.
“Kiyoomi. I need to fake my death.”
“Wha—no? Don’t do that?”
Motoya gripped his cousin’s hands, eyes pleading. “Please help me.”
Sakusa pulled his hands away from Motoya’s. “No, I don’t think I will. But,” he sighed. “I guess I can help you with this, since you helped me confess to Atsumu.”
Oh, Motoya thought. This might actually be a disaster.
*
Motoya was dreading the next afternoon’s practice, if he was being completely honest with himself. Well, at least he only had to deal with Suna today, and not him and Osamu. Motoya really didn’t think his heart could take it.
Upon walking into the locker room, Motoya was greeted by a softly smiling Suna Rintarou. Ah, so he was going to go into cardiac arrest today, nice.
“Hey, Motoya, how was your lunch with Sakusa?”
“Oh, uh, it was just the same as always, I guess. Kiyo mostly talked about Atsumu if I’m being honest.”
Suna laughed, and Motoya swore his heart skipped a beat. “I mean, I’m sure Atsumu does enough stupid shit to warrant that much talking. Honestly, I probably have more dumb Osamu stories.”
Oh man, I would love to hear those.
“Well, we can always get dinner at Osamu’s place and we can tell you all about them. Are you free tonight?”
Motoya blinked. He really had to stop saying his thoughts out loud.
“Uh,” Motoya was about ninety-nine percent sure his face was red as hell. Was Suna flirting? It definitely sounded like flirting. “Yeah! Yeah, that’s—tonight would be nice.”
Before Suna could say anything else about his awkward response, their coach called for practice to start. Finally, now Motoya could just think about volleyball, not these two stupid men he was maybe a little bit in love with.
Hypothetically, of course.
Motoya made receive after receive, wiping sweat from his brow constantly, but he couldn’t stop thinking about dinner with Osamu and Suna. At some point, he had even missed a ball that he could have easily gotten. That was when he knew he had to do something about this. Surely confessing to two people who were already dating each other wouldn’t be too hard. Right?
Who was he kidding, he was going to have to call Kiyoomi , that’s how bad it was. As much as he loved his prickly little cousin, that man could not, for the life of him, give decent advice.
By the time practice had ended, Motoya was so distracted that he rushed out of the gym without speaking to anyone. He knew that the Jackals’ practice ended an hour before his, so Sakusa was probably home by now. Motoya would just give him a call once he got to his apartment.
Oh. He was already there. Jeez, how long had he been thinking? He had almost walked right past his building. Still, he backtracked those few steps and made his way to his apartment on the third floor. So what if he used the elevator, he was tired, alright? And besides, Motoya couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t trip up the stairs, he was still that deep in thought.
Somehow, he managed to get into his apartment without any more mishaps, so he set all his things down quickly and ran to his bedroom. Pulling out his phone and pulling up Sakusa’s contact, he flopped down on his bed. After three rings, Sakusa picked up.
“Hello? Motoya, did something happen?” Sakusa’s voice sounded sleepy, he must have been taking a nap.
Still, as any reasonable person would do, Motoya screamed into his phone.
“Jeez, Motoya-kun! Yer gonna make us go deaf!”
“Oh, hi Atsumu-kun, I should have known you were there. Anyways, I’m dying.”
“Does this have ta do with Suna and Osamu again?” Motoya heard a groan from Atsumu.
“Omi, please, ya know I can’t go through this again. I’ll go make us some food, yeah?”
“Hm, yes, thank you, love.” Motoya could hear them kiss briefly over the phone, and tried not to gag or start crying from envy.
“Kiyo, I’m dying over here and you’re being all lovey-dovey. I think you secretly hate me.” Yes, Motoya was being dramatic, but he had earned that right!
“Alright, well, you know I don’t hate you. What happened?” Motoya took everything back, Sakusa was the best cousin, actually.
Motoya took a breath before speaking. “Okay, so, I was talking to Rin earlier before practice, and he invited me to dinner with him and Osamu? Is it, like, a date? It sounded like it’s supposed to be, but I’m not sure.”
Silence on the other end.
“Motoya, I say this with love, but you are very stupid. It’s a date.”
“But you can’t know that! What if it’s not? What if—oh god, what should I wear? Kiyo, go get Atsumu, you’re bad at fashion.”
“I resent that, but fine. Atsu! Can you come here, please?”
Motoya could hear footsteps getting closer to Sakusa’s phone. “Omi, if he asks about my brother and his stupid boyfriend, I’m gonna leave.”
Sakusa sighed, barely audible to Motoya. “He said I’m bad at fashion . He wants your help.”
Oh, Motoya could hear Atsumu’s ego inflating. “Oho, so ya think I’m fashionable, Motoya-kun? Lemme help ya then. Hold on, can ya video call so I can see what I’m workin’ with?”
“Oh, yeah gimme a second.” Motoya hung up to call the two of them back. But, before he could do so, he got a text from Suna.
[Rin <3]
hey, is 7 good for tonight?
[Me]
oh yeah that works!! ill see u then :]
Fuck. It was five thirty now, and Motoya still had to shower and pick a decent outfit. Oh, god, he never called Sakusa back. Sure, it had only been a couple minutes, but they were expecting him to call right away. He fumbled with the facetime app for a second, then pressed on his cousin’s contact.
“Oh, so you didn’t die, I was getting worried.” A bastard, Sakusa was. Plus, now Motoya could see the matching smug looks on the other two.
Motoya frowned. “Shut up, I just got, uh, distracted . Anyways, are you going to help me or not?”
“Alright, alright,” Atsumu put his face obnoxiously close to the camera. “Lemme see what ya got.” Motoya got up from where he was still flopped on his bed and opened his closet.
“Um, I honestly don’t have much. But I can do like, a closet tour, I guess?”
After hearing an agreement from Atsumu, Motoya took him through his closet. A few minutes of deliberation later, Atsumu had picked an outfit on some black jeans, a light grey t-shirt, and a dark red bomber jacket that Motoya had forgotten he owned. A few quick goodbyes and a shower later, Motoya made his way out of the apartment to walk to Osamu’s restaurant.
It was a bit cold, and Motoya could already feel his cheeks going red from the chill, but his palms were sweaty. Motoya was broken from his thoughts by a voice calling his name. Osamu was standing a little ways behind him, waving.
Motoya had, once again, walked right past the building he was meant to go into.
Cool, cool, cool, I have to die now.
Instead of tragically passing away like he would like to, Motoya jogged the short distance between him and Osamu. “Ah, hey! Sorry, I guess I wasn’t paying attention.” Motoya rubbed the nape of his neck in embarrassment.
“Eh, no worries, Motoya-kun. So, ya wanna head in?”
Motoya nodded, and before he could take a step to open the door, he felt a hand on the small of his back. Osamu opened the door, hand still firmly on his back, and led Motoya inside. He was really about to faint in the entrance of Onigiri Miya, wasn’t he?
Rather than passing out and humiliating himself, Motoya sat at the table that Suna was currently occupying. Osamu took the seat next to his boyfriend, with Motoya seated across from them. It was after closing, so they had the whole restaurant to themselves. Plates of onigiri were sitting in front of each of them, and Motoya could already tell Osamu had given him his favorite, unagi. Was it just him, or did the lights seem a little dimmer?
“So, Motoya-kun, how have ya been? I feel like it’s been a while since I’ve gotten ta talk to ya.” Osamu smiled at him, and really, how was Motoya meant to deal with that?
“Oh, you know, I haven’t done much. Mostly just practice and the occasional meetups with Kiyo. What about you two?” Motoya prayed to every god he could think of that the lighting in the room would hide the now permanent blush he was sure was on his face.
Suna and Osamu shared a look, and nodded. Oh, well what the fuck was that supposed to mean? Did they figure out he liked them and were about to turn him down gently? Oh, god, what if they told him to switch teams because he made Suna uncomfortable? Alright, that was it, he would just have to fake his death and move countries, maybe America or something. What was a decent fake name he could use? John Smith was too basic, he’d have to think about it more.
“—toya-kun? Ya good?” Osamu waved a hand in front of his face, pulling him from his quickly spiraling thoughts. “We, uh. We actually wanted to tell ya somethin’. Um. Rin?” Osamu looked almost... nervous.
Suna took Osamu’s hand under the table. Motoya prepared himself for the rejection, already lying to himself that he wouldn’t cry.
“What Osamu was trying to say was that, well.” Suna broke eye contact and mumbled, “Oh, this is harder than I thought, actually.” He cleared his throat.
“Motoya, we really like you, and we want to date you.”
Huh?
“Huh?” Motoya was sure he looked stupid, with his mouth hanging open in disbelief. “You— what?”
Osamu cut in quickly. “If ya don’t feel the same, it’s no problem! We just wanted ta let you know.”
Oh. They thought he wasn’t interested.
Oh.
“Ah! No! I mean, yes? Wait, wait. I’m confusing myself, hold on.” Motoya slapped his palms against his cheeks to ground himself. He took a deep breath.
“Okay, let me try again. I really, really like you two. I was just, um, nervous you were going to like. Ask me to move teams because you knew?” Motoya cringed as he said it all out loud.
You know, he thought belatedly. It sounds really dumb when I say it out loud like that.
After a few seconds of stunned silence, Suna burst out laughing. “You—ha—you thought we would make you move teams? Toya, we just wanted to take you on a date!” Seeing Suna laugh like that felt like a dam breaking. A few seconds later found them all laughing like idiots.
Once they had all caught their breath, Osamu spoke up. “So, Motoya-kun, do you wanna be our boyfriend?” Suna slapped a hand against his chest.
“Samu, you can’t just ask him like that!” Motoya laughed, bringing their attention to him.
“Actually, I’d love to be your guys’ boyfriend.”
The bright grins on his now boyfriends’ faces was worth any kind of stress he had felt before.
*
Sakusa woke up the next morning to a voicemail of Motoya screaming for a total of three minutes and eleven seconds. Figures.