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The silence in the large bathroom was disturbed from the rushing water of shower. The only person in the room was Atsumu. Against his habits, he wasn’t in the crowd of people.
He kept his eyes closed and his head rested on the back of his neck when the warm water splashed against his relaxed face, enveloping his naked body.
Atsumu hummed softly, the corners of his mouth barely noticeable pulled up as he thought back on the high moments of the game.
They‘d won - against Schweiden Adlers - and so they gained the cup. The league ended today with their victory, and Atsumu still felt a kind of intoxication that rumped in him. Again and again, point by point, he had images before his eyes, how his team had come closer and closer to victory. He was so proud. Proud of himself. Of his team members. They were good. Better than the others, so they deserved victory – more than anyone else.
But yet, he wished they had been even better. They had made some mistakes, which cost them points - unnecessary points. They were still far away from perfectionism. Atsumu spurred on to do even better in the next season. He wanted to be better. Better, stronger, perfect. And his team had to adjust.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps and jolted him out of his thoughts. The door opened and someone entered in. Atsumu turned his attention to the person standing in the doorway, their eyes met, and shortly after, the right corner of his mouth pulled up.
"Omi-kun~"
"...I thought no one was here yet. What are you doing here, Miya?"
You could say that Sakusa wasn't thrilled to find Atsumu here, which amused the latter.
"What do ya think I'm doin’ here? I‘m takin‘ a shower. Don'tcha wanna join me? Ya have the free choice of places. I heard the shower next to me is very pleasant."
Sakusa contorted his face, and since he wasn't wearing a mask at this moment, Atsumu could clearly see how disgustedly he curled his lips.
"Thank you, but no interest."
Instead of moving toward Atsumu, he headed for the shower in the back right corner, farthest away from him.
"Usually you'll be partying with the other idiots. Why are you here already?" Sakusa asked the question differently now and he took his towel from his hip and hung it next to his side.
"I was tryin’ to intercept ya. We never really gotta chance to talk to each other," Atsumu replied and he turned off the shower, picked up his shower kit and walked over to Sakusa.
"What do you want to talk about? I'd rather go back to where you just came from," Sakusa grumbled as Atsumu now stood beside him drying himself off.
"But then we'll have to yell, or do ya like to yell at me, Omi-Omi?" Visibly enjoying it, Sakusa once again screwed up his face and now preferred to turn on the shower.
The water rushed and Atsumu watched for a while as the beads of water rolled down Sakusa's trained body and then dripped onto the floor.
"Ya did well today, Omi-kun."
"Hmm."
"But ya could’ve stopped Kourai-kun's strike if ya’d only..."
"Miya," Sakusa interrupted his chatter and he turned his head slightly to look at him. His green-black eyes had a pungent expression that made Atsumu's knees go a little weak. He loved it when he looked at him like that, triggered in him the feeling of wanting to see more of it. "We won. I don't want to hear what you think I could have done better."
"Uh..."
"If it were up to you, no one would be good enough anyway. So shut your mouth now."
Atsumu licked his lips, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Are ya flirtin’ with me right now?"
"What?"
"I think it's kinda hot when ya talk to me like that. Put me in my place, that's what I like."
They held eye contact for a long time, black curls stuck over Sakusa's left eyebrow, and with a slow hand movement he brushed them out of his face. A hand movement that Atsumu found really hot. And he found himself wishing he could stroke those wet curls out of his face himself.
"You're disgusting, Miya."
The victory party was held at Miya Onigiri, for which they had booked for themselves and invited guests. Osamu and his employees took care of the catering for the gluttonous idiots and they were also good at raising the alcohol level of them.
Osamu ran back and forth between the kitchen and the counter, giving instructions to his colleagues, but even though he looked stressed, he had a smile on his lips. He was happy for MSBY, of course, especially for Atsumu, that they had won the season. But even if his joy was genuine, he had more eyes for a special guest who had foxily mingled among the Jackals and pretended to be a part of them: Suna Rintarou.
He had not succeeded quite so foxy, because Atsumu, who clearly entertained the round loudest, had discovered him and hit the table with one hand.
"A spy amon’ us! What’re ya doin’ here, Rinrin?!" he grumbled directly, and Suna blinked innocently and took a generous swig from his beer bottle to delay the answer even more.
While Suna dragged it out and licked his upper lip with pleasure, Atsumu hit the table again.
"This is our victory celebration! A Raijin has no business here!"
"Oh, I guess I should go too then?" Komori asked, who was sitting at the table not far from Suna, laughing somewhat awkwardly. Immediately, Atsumu turned his head to him, glanced at his seatmate, Sakusa, and then back at Komori.
"No, no, no, Mori-kun, yer welcome! Yer important to me! My favorite wing spiker wouldn't be there if ya weren't."
"Ouch, I'm used by you," Komori commented, playfully hurt at Atsumu's statement - because everyone here knew that Atsumu was quite keen on Sakusa and would probably even go over dead bodies just to get his attention.
"But ya, my dear Rinrin, have no reason to be here.... unless yer spyin’ on us," Atsumu again directed attention to the undesirable.
"I'm certainly not here for you." Suna lamely commented and he glanced over his shoulder at the other Miya, who was just coming out of the kitchen and smiling at him when their eyes met.
"Urgh... Not that again!" Atsumu pretended to have sudden stomach cramps and disgustedly grabbed the nearest glass and emptied it.
"Atsumu-san! That was my Sake!" Hinata said in horrified when he found the empty glass, while Atsumu shook his head briefly as the taste of the alcohol sent a chill down his spine.
"What, you don‘t stay so much on alcohol, Miya?" The voice was so soft and quiet that it would be drowned out due to the background noise, but Atsumu heard it. His heartbeat raised up. He looked into his counterpart's green-black eyes and for a moment he could just look at him. They glanced at each other and Atsumu would love to know what was going through Sakusa's mind in this moment, what he really thought about him and if perhaps he returned his feelings. Sometimes, just sometimes, he thought he could read something in his gaze that suggested his crush wasn't completely hopeless.
"Was that a challenge, Omi? Ya'd get the short end of the stick."
"I don't need a challenge to know you'll be under the table after the third glass."
"Mean, Omi-kun, mean!" Provoked, he stared at his brother, ignoring for once the fact that he was just talking to Suna, stroking his neck ever so gently. Those wretched lovebirds.
"’Samu! Gimme a bottle of Sake!"
"Hah?" Osamu wasn't thrilled with the interruption, and with an obviously annoyed glance he looked at his brother.
"Ya heard me right! I'll drink a bottle of Sake and win my bet against Omi-kun!"
"Oh, a bet! I'll go for it, hey hey hey!"
"Me too, me too! What are we betting for, anyway?" Hinata and Bokuto now joined in, looking questioningly back and forth between Sakusa and Atsumu, while Osamu sighed and ran his hand over his face. This was going to be a bad thing.
"I can walllk forrr maself, 'm big enough," Atsumu mumbled. The cold night wind made him shiver and he squinted his eyes, which were tearing a little due to the cold. Walking outside in October without a jacket and T-shirt wasn't the wisest decision, but no matter how many times he'd been offered a jacket, he'd refused everything. Big men wouldn't need something like that - had been his argument and even when Osamu had tried to force him, there was rather a scuffle of the Twins than the jacket could get to where it belonged.
Until Osamu irritably gave up and wished him a cold death.... yes, he loved his brother very much too. Asshole.
The world moved - with every step his body bobbed along in rhythm. Powerlessly his arms lay around the neck of the person who carried him, really he had not realized who that was. Although the smell was familiar to him, which is why Atsumu let the tip of his nose brush lightly over the skin of the neck, inhaling deeply.
"You're big on opening your mouth, Miya." Atsumu startled, straightened up and leaned back to look at the person properly, at which point the person began to curse as Atsumu suddenly threatened to topple backwards.
"Stop it, Miya! Otherwise you'll hit the ground and I can't guarantee if your last brain cell will survive the fall."
"Omi-kuuun?!"
Atsumu couldn't hide his surprise. He had expected everything, but not that Sakusa Kiyoomi, of all people, would carry him. Voluntarily? Who knew... But thanks to this realization, his heartbeat increased and he began to grin.
"What?"
"Yerrr carry me?"
"Somebody has to do it... no one volunteered."
No one had done it willingly, something that would normally offend Atsumu, but on the contrary, his grin increased, warmth spreading through his cheeks.
"That means ya... ya like me, don'tcha?"
"Urgh..."
"Don't be so shyyyy. I know it. Yer clancesss have betrayed ya. Yaaa wannna me the way I wannna ya."
"Miya."
"Huh?"
There was silence for a moment and Atsumu's grip on his neck tightened to keep him from sliding down. Sakusa moved slowly forward, the houses passed them by and it was easy to see that the wing spiker was heading for the hotel. Why didn't he sleep at Osamu's place? It would have been easier.
Hm... maybe Sakusa had wanted to have him with himself, too? Most certainly. After all, he was just sure that he had not imagined some things after all.
"Shut your mouth."
"Oww, Omi-kun..."
But he wouldn't get an answer.
Never? That wasn’t sure, but not now and possibly not tonight. But certainly soon!
The next morning, Atsumu woke up with a soft groan. The first thing he realized when he sat up was the throbbing headache on his right side.
"Tsk..." He had squinted his eyes again, although the weather outside seemed to be gloomy, it was just too bright in the hotel room, which intensified his headache.
Wait a minute...a Hotel room?
He opened his eyes again, looked around frantically. This wasn’t definitely his apartment, and not Osamu's either. It was a small classic hotel room, with a large bed, a closet, a table and chair, and that ugly curtains were too wide open to protect him from the daylight.
Whew... what had happened? He massaged his temples, closed his eyes and tried to remember last night. There had been that game... they had won the cup. After the ceremony, he went to the shower and waited there for Sakusa to chat with him. Afterwards they had celebrated their victory... he remembered that, but then?
He didn't know it exactly any more. Had Sakusa carried him or was that just a dream? He couldn't tell because that was already a horny dream that Sakusa would carry him.
Besides, he wasn't at home... if Sakusa hadn't brought him here, who would have?
"You're awake? Finally. Then you can get the hell out of here."
Atsumu winced, jerked his head up, and stared wide-eyed at Sakusa Kiyoomi as he came out of another room - wearing a silk dark blue bathrobe. He blinked, swallowing hard that you could even hear it.
"O-Omi-kun? So that wasn't a dream?" Confused, he laughed out loud, and as he flipped the blanket on its side to stand up, he froze for the second time. He paused, had held his breath, when he realized he was naked. Naked to the bones.
Immediately, his cheeks burning, the heat reaching the tips of his ears.
"What the heck?!" He immediately flipped the blanket back onto his lap and, with a wild heart pounding, he looked at Sakusa, who went unimpressed to the table where the breakfast was still prepared. He settled down on a chair and ignored the panicked setter, who now had the blanket wrapped tightly around his hip and was sliding out of bed. With one hand he held the ends of the blanket to his buttocks and with the other he gestured wildly in the air.
"We didn't, did we?"
"What?"
"Well... Had sex?!" His heart couldn't rest, it was too much at once. He circled the table, staring down at Sakusa, who was calmly drinking from his cup of tea. Only when he had put the cup down on the small plate and had run the tip of his tongue over his lips, his eyes wandered up to Atsumu.
"Who knows?"
"Oi!" Atsumu's patience thread snapped. He thundered his palms on the table, causing the dishes to rattle a bit. His eyes glittering, he aimed at the wing spiker and bared his teeth.
"Gimme an answer, please! Why was I naked in yer… in this bed?!" I guess we really had, didn't we?! Fuck!!! That, which could probably only happen once in his life, happened exactly when he was drunk?
"Put some clothes on, Miya. I like to eat my breakfast without being distracted by your body," Sakusa said, however, as his eyes had now wandered downward. A spiteful grin crept onto his lips and now Atsumu realized that in his anger he had forgotten that the blanket had no hold on his body.
"Go to hell, Omi-kun!" Atsumu hissed. His complete face was bright red and he kicked the blanket away, searching for his things, which he finally found folded on an armchair. For a moment he faltered as he took the neat pile in his hands and looked at it. He didn't believe that he, during a wild sex orgy, had folded his clothes like that.... Which is why he guessed that it must have been Sakusa.
Taking a deep breath, he felt the anger inside him fade away again and he wordlessly went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Despite Sakusa's previous statement that Atsumu should have to leave, he let him have breakfast, too. So they sat opposite each other, Atsumu was quite quiet for his habits, while he cut his bun with the knife and then covered it with thin slices of cheese.
It was so quiet that he could even feel the weight of Sakusa's gaze on him. But he didn’t look up. The cold shower before had put his thoughts a little in order and he had also become calmer inside. But the previous circumstances, what had happened or not, didn’t let him go.
When he bit into the bun, it crunched softly, this sound probably made Sakusa clear his throat.
"Miya..."
"Yeah yeah, I can't help it if the bun is so crispy..." he grumbled, probably assuming that Sakusa was going to lecture him on how to eat his bun quietly.
"We hadn't had anything last night," he said instead, and now, for the first time since leaving the bathroom, Atsumu looked up at him, straight into his eyes. Relief flooded through him.If he had sex with him, he wanted to remember it, not be told about what they had been up to. Sakusa might as well embellish it and pretend that Atsumu was lousy in bed or that he'd had better ones.
Which is why he now smiled again discreetly, but as quickly as the smile had come, it disappeared again.
"So why was I naked, huh?"
"Because you're an idiot."
"Omi-kun!" Atsumu dropped the remaining bun on the plate and crossed his arms in front of his chest in a huff. "Don't get it all pulled out of yer stupid nose and tell me what happened!"
"You were babbling about how hot you were and started taking off your clothes after I put you on the bed. I told you several times not to do that, but you're even more unteachable when you're drunk than when you're normal."
A sigh left Sakusa's mouth and he stirred the spoon around in his cup before putting it to his lips and looking over the rim into his eyes.
"Besides, I wouldn't take advantage of your helplessness."
Atsumu blinked several times. His cheeks turned red and before he could hide it behind his hand, Sakusa had already noticed it.
"You really thought something like that of me, Miya?"
"I... no, but... actually... so..." Atsumu fussed, the blush on his cheeks increasing, and he pressed his lips tightly together. "Ya know for a fact that I would never say no to ya. Ya could’ve used me and no one but ya would know. So ya wouldn't even have to come up with an excuse to do that to me after all.... would’ve been the perfect opportunity."
Now it was quiet again. Had Atsumu talked too much? Probably. Preferably he finished his breakfast now and disappeared. As much as he enjoyed Sakusa's presence - a little too much - he didn't want to bother him unnecessarily. Even he wanted it so badly... but... fuck...
"I should never drink so much again, 'm gettin’ sentimental." Atsumu stroked a hand through his wet hair, individual strands falling forward again while the others were still clamped between his fingers. He put one foot down on the chair and stared at his knee.
"What do you think, Miya?" Now Sakusa was the one who’d broken the silence and again Atsumu felt his penetrating gaze resting on him.
"Many things... many things are goin’ through my mind! And ya know most of it anyway."
"Spill it out," his counterpart demanded, and Atsumu laughed hollowly and let go of his hair. His foot slid off the seat again and then he rose.
Instead of turning away from Sakusa, he approached him, took the bun from his hand and placed it on the plate. He didn't let go of the hand he was holding, and he now pressed his palm against his, looking at their hands, which were now resting against each other. Sakusa's fingers were longer than his own.
"I dunno how much ‘Samu paid for ya, but thanks for takin’ me here," Atsumu said, and he slid his fingers between Sakusa's. The latter kept still, just looking at him and letting Atsumu do it.
"He asked me to organize a better brother instead of you."
"Asshole," Atsumu muttered, and he babbled softly to himself.
"Omi-kun." Before another silence fell, Atsumu broke it again. They looked into each other's eyes, and Atsumu's heart leapt up and down rapidly in his chest. A vague smile appeared on his lips and he leaned down to him until the tips of their noses touched. "Ya know how I feel ‘bout ya, don't cha?"
Everyone knew it. The whole team was just waiting for Sakusa to either reject Atsumu or get him a chance.
"I don't like to repeat myself," Sakusa grumbled, and he slid his chair back a little, pulling them apart again. Atsumu faltered, holding his breath. Now it came. The biggest rejection in his life, which hadn’t been avoidable.
However, when Sakusa grabbed his hand tighter and pulled him towards him, his eyes widened in surprise.
Just a moment ago he had been standing in front of Sakusa, now he was threatening to trip over him. Without thinking (it was probably more of a reflex) he climbed onto Sakusa's lap and approached his face again.
"Spill it out," Sakusa repeated his words after all. His head was slightly on the back of his neck, he stroked his long fingers through his wet hair and didn’t take his eyes off Atsumu.
Atsumu's pulse rose up again and he hastily moistened his lips, which suddenly felt so dry.
"’kay."
"Okay?", Sakusa helped him along and Atsumu lightly bit the tip of his nose. He didn’t move away from his face. With his left hand, he stroked his cheek with the back of his fingers, and his other hand was on the back of his neck, nuzzling him a little.
Gently, his lips brushed Sakusa's upper lip contour and he took a deep breath.
"I’ve a really bad crush on ya, Omi-Omi. In lots of nights all I can think is ‘bout ya and I wish ya were lyin’ next to me."
"So there are also nights when you hope I'm not there?" Sakusa sounded monotone, but if you listened closely, you noticed the slight undertone of wanting to tease him.
"Omi-kun! Not at all! Yer destroyin’ my big moment of romance right now!"
"Romance?" Sakusa repeated, and now the corners of his mouth twitched upward shallowly. He wrapped an arm around his waist, and with his free hand he grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer again, since Atsumu had backed away in a flurry.
"I hope you know more about kissing than romance," Sakusa teased, pressing his lips on Atsumus to nip any further protest in the bud.
A soft gasp crept up Atsumu's throat, he curled his fingers into the hairline at the nape of his neck and after a few heartbeats he returned the kiss. They looked into each other's eyes. Atsumu threatened to drown in that dark color. And Sakusa did not move away from him, nor did he push him away.
Which made him a little bolder, moving his lips more firmly against his now, panting hungrily into the kiss and closing his eyes. The touch of Sakusa's long fingers made him shiver comfortably. It felt like a dream, maybe he was asleep after all and the alcohol was playing tricks on him. But when he woke up, he wanted to remember every little detail, take it into his heart and not let anyone steal this precious memory.
It was Sakusa who interrupted the kiss and Atsumu puffed indignantly. He wanted more, which he made clear because he approached him directly again and kissed him.
"Miya..."
"Not now, please."
Atsumu gritted his teeth as Sakusa now pushed him backwards with a little more pressure.
"Don't you want to know what I want to ask you?"
"Can wait...when I wake up, it's too late, I wanna enjoy every second."
Now Sakusa was confused, Atsumu could see that directly. But Atsumu didn‘t want to explain himself, everything was already embarrassing enough, what he had said out loud in front of Sakusa. Fortunately, he still had the excuse that he had drunk too much last night.
"We don't run out of time. We have a break from playing, vacation.... many days off," Sakusa corrected him and Atsumu turned his head to the side and kept silent about it. That might be true, but his subconscious decided when the dream would be over and no season break could change that.
"Will you go out with me?" This unexpected question was heavy in the air. It didn't fit at all with the atmosphere Atsumu had spread just now. Speechless, he opened his mouth, staring at him.
"What?"
"I said I wouldn't repeat myself..."
"B-but... ya have to repeat that again."
"No."
"Ya asked in all seriousness if I would wanna go out with ya?"
„..."
"Say that ya asked for it or I'll never get off yer lap again!" It was a half-hearted threat, they both knew that. Sakusa would easily find a way to shake him off.
Sakusa also proved that he was serious about not repeating himself and kept silent. He would not ask it again. He also seemed a little annoyed now, which Atsumu noticed directly.
"’kay!" He leaned against Sakusa's hand, which was pressed against his chest to keep Atsumu away from him.
"Miya..."
"I'd prob’ly be the stupidest person if I didn't wanna go out with ya!" Their foreheads touched and he smiled broadly at Sakusa, stroking his cheeks with his hands. "But it won't stay at one time. Ya'll hafta take me out a lot!"
A minimal smile appeared on Sakusa's lips and he rose from the chair. Atsumu wrapped his arms and legs reflexively around his body and he let himself be carried to the bed.
"Good, then I will reward you for it now," Sakusa murmured against Atsumu's lips, falling into bed with him and burying him beneath him.