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There’s a certain setter who seems to keen on glaring at him since the grueling match he played on Wednesday.
Sakusa tried his best to ignore the guy. Maybe that setter was just having his bad day. Maybe he’s pissed that his team didn’t win. Anyhow, it’s not his problem.
But the match was five days ago. Today they bump into each other—in the men’s toilet, out of all places—and the guy is glaring holes at him again. It’s starting to get on Sakusa’s nerves.
Sakusa knows he could’ve just ignored the guy. They will be playing on different courts today, anyway, with his team continuing their winning streak to the Final match and that guy’s team battling another team for the Runner-Up title.
It’s really not his problem. He shouldn’t let it affect him. But—
“Kageyama Tobio, isn’t it?”
The guy’s gaze sharpens, like a cautious mammal staking out their prey. He doesn’t give Sakusa an answer besides his non-committal hum. Sakusa brushes off that blatant inhospitality.
Beating around the bush will solve nothing. Sakusa strikes. “What’s your problem with me?”
Kageyama visibly tenses, hunching his shoulders, as if putting up an invisible barrier between them. “Nothing,” he grunts.
Kageyama makes his way briskly towards the entrance. Too soon. Sakusa is not so keen on letting the matter continue to hang between them this time. It’s getting into him; Kageyama’s sharp gaze prickles on his skin even in his imagination.
Sakusa strikes again, grabbing the younger’s shoulder. “What’s your problem?! I keep catching you glaring at me. Is this because I failed your tipping attempt?!”
That did happen in the second half of their game last time. There’s a possibility Kageyama is still bitter after that—although to hold a grudge this long is just pushing it.
Kageyama huffs. He turns back on his heels to face Sakusa, meeting his gaze head-on. “It’s just because you keep distracting me, Sakusa-san!”
Sakusa blanches. It’s certainly not the comeback he’d expected. He frowns. “What do you mean? I always stay in my lane. I don’t even have anything against you or your team.”
“You— You’re too—” Kageyama splutters. “You’re too good looking!” he cries, “And that suit you wore when you modeled for the Sports Stars magazine cover looks too good on you!”
Sakusa blinks slowly. “What?”
Then, Sakusa realizes how Kageyama’s face flushes furiously, and how the younger has his lips pressed tightly into something that’s akin to a pout. Oh, cute.
There’s only one solution that can apply to this, then.
“Are you free tonight?”
Kageyama takes half a step back, eyeing him warily. “Why?”
“Let’s grab dinner together. My treat,” Sakusa says, raising his eyebrows in an expectant stare.
Kageyama lets some tension evaporate out of him. He’s only hesitant for a second before answering, “A-Alright. Yes. That's—um. Sounds cool.”
“Good. Do you have LINE?”
Sakusa walks back to his team with Kageyama’s number in his pocket. And, he thinks, next time he catches some hot guy glaring daggers at him across the court, maybe he should just straight out ask them for a date.