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The smell of sweat from a game coming to a close wafted through the gym, the crowd was starting to dissipate, as the winner was cut and clear. MSBY had this in the bag. It was 22 to 10 in the third set. All they needed to do was bring it home. The opponent served it over the net, not a great serve, but it went over, and Inunaki received it perfectly, sending it directly to Atsumu. He heard all three of his hitters call for the ball, but he decided to send it to Sakusa, it'd been a second since he sent one his way. The ball was tossed to Sakusa, and, as always, it went straight to the floor on the opponent's side. "Nice kill, Kiyoomi!" The bench called out. Atsumu looked to the stands and smiled at his kids who were sitting next to their Uncle Rin and Uncle Samu. Their 5 year old daughter was sitting in Rin's lap while their barely one year old was in a carrier strapped to Osamu's chest. Then, the team ran into the middle, well most of them did.
It wasn't common for Sakusa to join them in the center of their half of the court after a good play. But when they looked over they realized he was sitting on the ground clutching one of his ankles in his hands while biting his lower lip. Atsumu's face dropped and he immediately rushed over to Sakusa's side. "What happened, Omi?" What was left of the crowd went silent. He looked up and made eye contact with coach Foster before signaling at him to call a timeout, and soon enough the timeout was in effect.
"He stuck his fucking leg under the net. I landed on his foot." Tears started streaming down his face.
Soon, Iwaizumi, the athletic trainer for this event, was on the court with the two of them. "Let's see what we got." Kiyoomi reluctantly moved his hands, which were hardly putting any pressure on the wound at this point anyways. His ankle was purple and puffy, bent in an unnatural direction. Iwa's face twisted as he let out a sigh. "Looks like it's broken, at least from what I can tell at first glance."
Sakusa punched the court as he yelled, "Damn it!" He laid back and covered his eyes with his palms, Atsumu knew he was crying. "My career is fucking over!"
"Help me get him off the court." Iwa said, nodding at Atsumu. Rage was filling Atumu up to the brim, it looked like steam might come out of his ears as he helped Omi up off the floor, letting him lean into him. As they hobbled over to Iwa's setup, the crowd did that obligatory cheering thing that they do whenever someone who's injured gets back up. He could hear Omi, sniffling through it all. He helped his beloved Omi sit down on the table before giving him a hug. "Don'tcha worry your pretty little head, Omi. I'll make that motherfucker pay!" he whispered in his ear while they shared their embrace. "I'm gonna kill him." He let go and put a quick kiss on Sakusa's cheek before turning back toward the direction of the court.
"Don't do anything stupi-" he cut himself off, tears still streaming down his face, "Don't do anything too stupid, but you should still avenge me."
"No promises." He walked back into the room with the court and huddled with his team.
"Damn it, Atsumu, don't do anything you'll regret!" Sakusa called after him, muffled by the door. "Ow! Fuck you, Iwaizumi!"
"I'm just trying to do my damn job!" Iwaizumi responded.
Atsumu huddled with the rest of the team, "How's Sakusa~kun holding up?" Hinata asked.
"That fuckin' right side broke Kiyoomi's ankle!"
"Watch your language." Meian scolded, "If the refs hear you accusing him of that you'll be penalized, it looked like it was probably an accident...Times up, we're just gonna have to get a sub."
"Yeah, Omi Omi isn't comin' back out here anytime soon, but I'm pretty fu-uh- freakin' sure that the scrub did it on purpose."
The whistle sounded and the team jogged back to their positions on the court. "I can play it cool, I can play it cool. Easy, super easy, I can totally be cool." He mumbled to himself as he did his little serve ritual. He tossed the ball into the air and put all of his rage into that serve. It stung his palm as he wailed it all the way out of the court, almost into the stands. Well, almost all of his rage, anyways. "Okay, that's it." Atsumu marched up to the net, stomping his feet like a child, and went over to that one particular right side. "Hey you bastard! Yer a fuckin' prick, you know that! If there wasn't a crowd of witnesses you'd be dead right now!" The ref blew his whistle and held out a yellow card toward Atsumu, making eye contact with him. "I'M NOT DONE! Another thing, you know that's a fuckin' career endin' injury, right!?" He reached under the net and grabbed the player's jersey in his fist, jerking him towards him. The other man gulped loudly. "You fuckin' petty grade schooler! I've met kindergarteners more mature than you!"
"Call it a lucky accident, but he had it coming." Mr. Tall, naturally blond, and objectively handsome muttered.
"HE HAD IT COMIN'???"
Meian grabbed Atsumu's shoulder. "That's enough." The team gathered closer.
"You're lucky I can't do it to you, too, your life is fucking disgusting." His evil blue eyes stared daggers into Atsumu, however after being with Kiyoomi for as many years as he had, it didn't really have an effect on him.
"The hell do you mean by that!?"
"You know damn well what I mean you fa-"
"WOOOAAAAAHHHHH," The eavesdropping MSBY team cuts him off.
"Ex-fuckin-scuse me!?"
"And you two are probably doing a shit job raising those... things," he gestures towards their kids sitting in the stands. "A man and a man could never raise functional human beings, you're better off getting a goldfish." Atsumu looked back up at his family, Rin was covering their daughter's eyes with one hand and sipping his drink while leaning in to try to hear better, while Osamu was eating a bag of chips, trying to do the same thing, except the baby strapped to him was making it harder.
Atsumu shook Meian's hand off before continuing. "Ya whiny little fuck-face, I wish I could call yer mother and tell her how SHIT her son is, I bet she'd be a-fuckin'-shamed of ya!"
"I... I can barely understand what you're saying, but at least I HAVE a fucking mom, unlike those poor things!." The guy's sweating became more noticeable.
Atsumu's eye twitched. "NOW YER GONNA FUCKIN' PAY!" Atsumu ducked under the net and reeled back his fist, and landed a clean hit to his face, but before he could hit the guy even more, Meain and Bokuto were grabbing him away from the other man. The ref blew the whistle once more and then looked Atsumu dead in the eyes while he pulled out a red card. Bokuto and Meain then had to wrestle Atsumu into a seat.
"You're lucky we stopped you when we did, or else you would have been out for the whole season." Meian frowned at him.
"So what? I'll kill 'em."
"I'm sorry, so you want both you and Kiyoomi to be out of a job?" Meian went back to the court.
Atsumu crossed his arms and moved his eyes away. "...'Guess not..."
"Don't worry about it Tsum-Tsum," Bokuto added, clearly angry as well, "We'll win it for you, and I'll aim every one of my hits at that guy's face!" Bokuto patted him on the back before heading back toward the court. "We've all got your back." He jogged back into his position, and soon play was resumed.
Coach Foster sat down in a chair next to Atsumu, shaking his head. "At least you got them all fired up now. They all wanna kill that guy after hearing what he said."
"They should, he's an ass-"
"I know, an asshole, next time someone is being an asshole, don't fight them on the court, dumbass. Wait til after, when there's no in-game penalty for it."
Astumu rolled his eyes. "Tch-"
"Well, you're really lucky, you're only out of the next three games. Look on the bright side, that other guy got red-carded too, he's supposed to be out for a minimum of a few games too." Coach got back up, "You're still practicing in the meantime, but take a few days off and help Sakusa, would you?"
"I guess so."
"What was that?"
"Yes coach."
"That's what I thought, Miya."
With the newfound fire of rage in their souls, the MSBY Black Jackals made quick work of their opponents, even with two substituted players on the court. Immediately following their victory, Atsumu made his way to where he had left his husband. Iwa had already made his way back to the court before the match was over, but Kiyoomi was still where Atsumu had left him, except his ankle was wrapped and elevated. He had stopped crying, but he had a sour look on his face. "Why didn't ya come back out?" Atsuu grabs Kiyoomi's hand.
"I didn't want the team seeing my crying face, you know better than anyone that I'm an ugly crier."
"Yer always beautiful to me." He kissed the back of his hand. "Why didn't ya go to a hospital?"
"I wanted to see my children after my match. I think I already know, but how did it go?"
"Well, Omi," He ran his thumb over Sakusa's knuckles. "Ya gotta promise me that ya won't snap my neck, but-"
"I thought you were gonna kill him for sure!" Suna burst through the door, holding their daughter's hand. It was as if he was listening by the door, waiting for his chance to say that line.
Kiyoomi scowls at Atsumu. "Wow! Papa, you're like a superhero! You defeated that bad guy! He was all like RAHHHH and you were all like boom!" Their daughter, with looks practically identical to Kiyoomi's, beamed.
"I thought Uncle Rin covered yer eyes." Atsumu looked up at Suna.
"He did, but Uncle Samu was narrating everything that was happening." As if on cue, Osamu walked through the door.
"At least I censored it." He shrugged.
"What the heck did you do?" Kiyoomi asked, still scowling.
"I nearly killed that guy for ya. It's a good thing we got such good team mates, er else I woulda done it."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure they're planning on finishing the job." Suna added.
That makes Kiyoomi smile slightly. "Can we go to a hospital now? This still hurts like a biiiiiiiiiiiiscuit..."
"Nice one babe."
"Dad, dad, guess what!!!" Their daughter squealed excitedly, "Papa, totally punched that bad guy like BAM!"
"Did he now?"
"Long story short," Osamu added, "he punched that guy and got red carded, and now he's out fer three games."
"He's leavin' out a lot of it, ya totally woulda done the same if ya heard the stuff he was spewin'!"
"For once," Suna adds, "he's probably right."
"O-oh God. No." Osamu cuts back in. He quickly takes the baby out and holds him out towards Atsumu with his arms fully extended. "I think ya need to change him or somethin'."
"Sometimes I think yer more of a baby than he is." Atsumu responds, grabbing the baby out of his brother's outstretched hands.
"I swear I feel something wet on my shirt."
"Ooh, yeah hate it when that happens."
Osamu's mouth goes pin straight as he frantically takes off his shirt and Rin starts laughing at him.
"Okay, but you are taking me to the hospital after you change him. You can't just ignore that forever."
"Of course, Omi." He winks as he yanks the backpack off of Rin's back.
"What the- why did you wink!? You're going to take me to a hospital, right!?"
Who knew that being red carded would have felt so satisfying, Atsumu thought, it's nice to know that I've got a team who'll look out for us no matter how stupid we are.