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The MSBY Four are stranded in an airport.
They’re returning from a training camp in Sapporo with the national team, and are set to fly back to Osaka to rejoin MSBY for the pre-season. Unfortunately, it is the start of the rainy season, and tonight, a full-out rainstorm has grounded all the planes at the New Chitose Airport. The airline desk announced that while they are hoping to get in the air by the morning, with current visibility at zero, the passengers would be spending the night at the airport.
Right now, Sakusa and his teammates are sprawled across a couple rows of benches, trying to get settled for the next few hours. Bokuto is already asleep, stretched out and snoring with his head on his backpack. Hinata is starting to doze off, his MSBY track jacket thrown over him like a blanket while he’s wearing a sweater underneath, but he’s valiantly trying to stay awake as he streams Kodzuken’s late-night broadcast on his phone. (Simp.) Sakusa himself has wrapped plastic wrap around his own seat and sat up, finishing a novel on his Kindle. He’s prepared for a sleepless night. It’s already 2 am; he might as well wait.
Eventually, though, he notices movement in his periphery—Miya Atsumu, shifting left and right in his seat next to Hinata. When Sakusa raises his head to tell him to quit fidgeting, he finds Atsumu shivering instead, arms crossed and tucked tightly to his chest.
Atsumu meets Sakusa’s eyes and gives him a little smile. Sakusa waits for him to say something—call him by the dreaded nickname Omi-kun, make fun of him for reading at the airport like a nerd, complain about how loud Bokuto’s snores are—but Atsumu unexpectedly stays silent.
Sakusa frowns. “You good?”
“Oh, totally,” Atsumu says through chattering teeth, clearly lying. “It’s just kinda cold.”
So it is. The late-night stillness of the airport and the unrelenting rain outside have put a bone-permeating chill into the air, but Sakusa just hasn’t noticed because he’s got his travel windbreaker on. Atsumu, on the other hand, is wearing the same T-shirt that Sakusa watched him put on in the locker room after their last practice. He had just taken a shower then, and Sakusa remembered that the white T-shirt looked good against his rosy skin.
Not that Sakusa was specifically watching Atsumu or something. He just happened to be looking in Atsumu’s direction inside the locker room, that’s all. Because Atsumu was the closest person. Yeah. That’s it.
“Don’t you have a jacket?” Sakusa asks now.
Atsumu shakes his head. “I put mine in my checked bag.” Seeing Sakusa’s frown, he adds, “I’ll be fine though. Thanks for asking, Omi-Omi, didn’t know you cared.”
There it is.
“I would prefer it for my setter not to get sick when we’re training together every day,” Sakusa says.
Atsumu’s smile grows. His smile gets softer at night somehow, stripped of the aura of confidence bordering on arrogance that surrounds him during the day. Equally absent is the absurdly effective charisma. He’s simply a tall and athletically-built young adult, clear-faced and tow-headed, looking younger than he is. Inexplicably, Sakusa’s been noticing this day-to-night change for a little while now; tonight is no different.
“What?” Atsumu asks.
“Nothing.” Sakusa tears his eyes away. They catch onto his own yellow MSBY jacket, folded neatly on top of his backpack in case it gets any colder. While it has, and while the track jacket’s warmth would be welcome right now, he already has his own windbreaker, and Atsumu is shivering ridiculously and crossing his arms together so tightly that his forearms are flexing with the movement.
Sakusa makes a decision. “You can borrow a jacket,” he says. He means his own, obviously.
“Oh. Uh, good idea,” Atsumu says, though he looks uncertain. He glances over at Hinata, who has finally fallen asleep, head lolled back and hand clasped loosely around his phone, which is still playing Kodzuken’s stream. Atsumu gently removes the phone and tucks it into Hinata’s backpack for safekeeping. As Sakusa watches on, perplexed, Atsumu reaches for Hinata’s shoulder, covered by the jacket he’s using as a blanket, and gives him a shake.
Hinata makes a noise but does not open his eyes.
“Shoyo-kun,” Atsumu says.
Hinata grunts again.
Sakusa frowns. “Miya, what are you doing?”
Atsumu looks back. “Asking Hinata to borrow his jacket. Like you told me to.”
Sakusa frowns more. “Why?”
“Because...it’s cold?”
“Hinata is asleep and using his jacket.”
Atsumu looks perplexed. “But I don’t have another option?”
Sakusa’s own jacket sits, very visibly, on top of the backpack between them. He clearly wasn’t using it, like Hinata was using his, so why didn’t Atsumu just ask for his? What was so repulsive about Sakusa’s jacket that Atsumu would rather wake up Hinata than just ask him?
Atsumu follows Sakusa’s gaze and lands on the folded jacket too, his smile fond and round-edged. “Obviously, I’m not going to ask you for yours. I know you don’t want me to contaminate your stuff with my germs, especially since we’ve been sitting everywhere in the airport all this time.”
Now it’s Sakusa’s turn to blink.
Next to Atsumu, Hinata’s head lolls back, and he lets out a little snore.
“I actually don’t mind,” Sakusa clarifies. “I was trying to offer you my jacket.”
“Oh!” Atsumu’s face freezes for a second, like a buffering computer screen, then splits into a wide grin. And oh—Sakusa was so wrong when he thought that Atsumu’s charm disappeared at night, because it all returns with ferocious zeal. “You’d do that for me? Even though I’m all gross from traveling?”
Really, it’s like looking into the sun. When Sakusa wrenches his eyes away from Atsumu, he curiously feels a little warm inside. “Yeah, of course. I’m already wearing a jacket. You’re freezing. Just make sure you wash it.”
“I’ll wash it twice before you take it back and wash it again,” Atsumu promises. “I owe you one, Omi-kun.”
Sakusa passes the jacket over. As he does so, Atsumu’s fingers accidentally brush over his wrist. Sakusa wonders why he’s suddenly got goosebumps prickling up and down his arms.
It must just be the airport chill.