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The morning sunlight streamed in through the mono chromatic curtains. The room filling with sunlight. The room that smelled like smoke and cheap perfume. The dark colored carpet covering wine stains, and mistakes from the night before. The last place you’d expect to find Mr. Sakusa, Kiyoomi. Yet there he was slowly waking up with a pounding headache. The room was dim, the only light peeking through the curtains. A room so cheap and disgusting you could tell it was used for one night stands. Now why would he be here when MSBY had a couple of expensive hotel rooms booked that overlooked the rest of Las Vegas. Naturally as a reward for winning their tournament being Japan’s number one team this year.
Regardless on how he got into the situation, Kiyoomi groaned as he slowly tried to sit up. His body felt so sore. Yet he paused realizing his left arm has been weighed down. Casually looking over to see a person that made his stomach drop. He saw a topless Miya, Atsumu. Out of all people Kiyoomi looked him over and froze. His wasn’t happening. Did he and Atsumu-. He saw how Atsumu looked, his hair messed up, covered in hickeys, bite marks, and bruises. Atsumu hugging his arm.
It was like time stood still; Kiyoomi not sure what to do or even how to explain what happened. No matter how hard he tired, he couldn’t remember. Not even what lead up to the night before. He remembers the plane ride, the hotel check in… then nothing. Kiyoomi noticed his phone on the side table. He quickly reached for it and noticed it was dead. “Great, perfect,” he grumbled sarcastically. Atsumu turned over letting the other go. Kiyoomi took the opportunity to stand up and ran to the bathroom. Ignoring his completely naked body. He looked himself over in the mirror. Scratch marks all over his back, hickeys, and a few bite marks across his shoulders. He sighed. Having sex with your teammate is not encouraged but he could get over a one night stand. Kiyoomi was about to leave the bathroom in search of his clothes when he saw it.
He noticed something in this small obnoxiously painted bathroom that left him seeing red. Something that made him yell and throw the bathroom door wide open. The door smacking the wall, braking the picture frame behind it and scaring Atsumu to roll off the bed with a thud. “FUCK,” yelled Atsumu as Kiyoomi stomped over to him. “MIYA DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS,” he snapped as he shoved his left hand in the others face. Atsumu tried to focus, he just woke up after all and naked Kiyoomi was *distracting*. Til he saw it and his jaw dropped. “Yer married Omi!,” yelled Atsumu surprised noticing a gold band. “Obviously you fucking- never mind! But who am I married to- no…. No… You’re joking,” said Kiyoomi his voice wavering as he looked at Atsumu’s left hand and noticed an expensive looking diamond ring. “Miya look,” snapped Kiyoomi. Atsumu looked at his hand and was shocked as he examined the diamond ring. “A little goddier than I would have liked but it’s in good taste,” said Atsumu admiring his hand. “Oh god I married an idiot,” mumbled Kiyoomi sitting back on the bed, head in his hands. “And we fucked,” said Atsumu sitting next to him in a pretty good mood. “I’m going to kill you,” sneered the other. “Hey it takes two ta tango. You came on to me,” snapped Atsumu looking at the clothes on the ground to find his.
“What!” Gasped Kiyoomi. “Think about it Omi. Could I possibly suduse ya,” smirked Atsumu and Kiyoomi looked away. “I guess you’re right,” sighed the other in defeat. After a moment of silence and them getting dressed in last nights clothes. Clothes that reeked of alcohol and poor decisions. “Do you remember anything from last night,” asked Kiyoomi buttoning his no longer white shirt. “Uh I remember being at a club and this guy was buying me drinks all night…. Then nothing. I thought you planned to stay in the room all night with Barnes and Meian,” said Atsumu. “Of course you’d whore yourself out,” mocked Kiyoomi and Atsumu scoffed. “That’s your husband you’re talking about,” said Atsumu reaching in to his pocket and pulling out his dead phone while Kiyoomi huffed. “This is why I always carry you,” whispered Atsumu to himself and he pulled a small power bank from his other pocket.
As soon as his phone was charged floods of texts and miss calls came is. Everything from where are you, to, where is Sakusa. At least 12 calls from each of his teammates. Even one from Kiyoomi from early in the night. Weird. Why would he call? Atsumu did the responsible thing and called his captain.
“Hello?”
“ATSUMU ARE YOU OK,” yelled Meian.
“I’m fine, sore, but fine. I’m in a hotel room with-“
“Meian, it’s Sakusa. I’m with Miya. We’re lost. My phone is dead,” explained Kiyoomi
“Ah well it’s good you’re both ok. Give us your location. I’ll be by to to pick you up,” Meian replied.
They both sent the location of the Landry mat next door to save at least some embarrassment and waited for their ride. Both on the bench, Kiyoomi looking mortified and Atsumu feeling pretty good kicking his feet. “So do you think ya took my last name,” smiled Atsumu. “Don’t talk to me Miya,” grumbled Kiyoomi. “So we’re just gunna ignore what happened,” replaced Atsumu crossing his arms. “Yes. This isn’t real. We’re not really married,” yelled Kiyoomi in the other face. Atsumu with a straight face pulled out a crumpled marriage certificate. “I was just trying to make conversation with my husband. Ya don’t have to be an ass,” said Atsumu sternly. Kiyoomi’s face dropped as he snatched the certificate and read it over.
This was indeed a legally binding certificate. Both of them signed the bottom. They even had witnesses who he didn’t recognize. Looks like they went to a court house and not some Vegas scam chapel. Like he hoped. Also stapled to the back was the bill for the rings. Kiyoomi’s jaw dropped. He spend almost his entire savings on Atsumu’s ring! Real diamonds, surrounded by his and Atsumu’s birthstones. He slowly handed the paper back to Atsumu as he ran a hand through with his hair.
He was exhausted and just wanted to know what the hell happed last night. Yet he knew being this much of a dick wasn’t going to get him anywhere. “I need to work with Miya. I mean it wasn’t completely his fault,” he thought. Atsumu was looking at the beautiful blue sky. Kiyoomi expected the air to be tense, or awkward, but Atsumu seemed perfectly fine. “Miya… why are you so happy,” asked Kiyoomi. Atsumu turned to him and smiled. “Ya really wanna know,” he asked and Kiyoomi was a little taken back. “Yeah. I do actually,” he replied. “Well even though my body is sore as hell, my heads pounding, and my jaw is sore. I got to cross off being married off my bucket list. Even though I know you’ll ask for a divorce later. I’m really happy it was you,” Atsumu explained slowly looking back at the sky. “Wait why me,” asked Kiyoomi just as a black van parked infront of them and Meian walked out.
“You both need any help getting in,” he asked more worried than mad. “Nah we’re fine,” smiled Atsumu. “Perfect. Then you’ll have no trouble explaining what the hell happened,” smiled Meian with a dark aura surrounding him that made the other two shiver. They nodded before getting into the car. “So who’s first,” asked Meian switching from park to drive. “I’ll go. So Omi and I got married,” Atsumu blurted out and Meian slammed on the break in the parking space putting it back into park. “Excuse me!” Yelled Meian. Kiyoomi put his face in his hands as Atsumu showed off his ring. “What! When! How,” gasped Meian. “Don’t know. Got legally married last night. Can’t remember anything,” said Atsumu and the other nodded. Atsumu hands Meian the certificate.
“Ok so I’m guessing you two are trying to remember what happened. In any case Im glad you’re alright. Let’s get back to the hotel and you can retrace some steps. I’ll help in anyway I can,” smiled Meian giving the paper back to Atsumu. “Thanks captain,” smiled Atsumu. “Thanks,” sighed Kiyoomi. “No problem Mr and Mr Miya,” teased Meian and Kiyoomi scoffed.
With that they drove to the hotel room to find out what the hell happened last night.