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Kiyoomi has never been great at making friends, but for some reason Bokuto and Atsumu latched onto him when he joined MSBY. Shortly thereafter, Hinata came along and was also instantly adopted into their small pack of jackals. Kiyoomi is as different as they come, but he admits that it's nice to be included, even if his new friends bring him out of his comfort zone from time to time.
When Hinata suggested that they have a game night once a month, Kiyoomi was actually kind of excited. Finally! An activity that he actually enjoyed. His family played tons of trivia and board games growing up, and he was good at them. Plus, who doesn’t love a little friendly competition?
So they decided on a few rules for their game nights. They would rotate who hosts. Everyone would be responsible for bringing their own beverages, whether it be adult or otherwise, and the host would provide the snacks. The host would also get to pick the game, no questions asked. Kiyoomi really should have objected to the ‘no questions asked’ rule, but hindsight is 20/20.
Hinata innocently choses Twister, but they had to stop playing after certain spinners would lie about the color, intentionally putting the others on the mat in questionable positions. Bokuto chose Pictionary, but somehow every drawing ended up looking phallic. And Atsumu chose Cards Against Humanity, which pretty much speaks for itself. It was like a teenage girl’s slumber party each time they got together.
But when it was Kiyoomi’s turn to decide which game they play, he chose…Monopoly.
“Omi Omi, ya gotta be kiddin’ me. We’ll be here all night!” Atsumu whines and Kiyoomi grimances at the blonde. Their game nights turned parties usually ended up with the four of them passed out in various states, so the question of time had never been an issue before.
“Now, Tsum Tsum, we all agreed not to argue the host on their game choice.” Bokuto scolds Atsumu before turning to Kiyoomi. “It’s okay, Omi Omi, don’t listen to him. So how to you play?”
Kiyoomi explains the rules in great detail, seemingly falling on deaf ears. “Let’s just start playing and figure it out as we go,” Hinata insists.
“I second that,” Bokuto agrees.
“Okay,” Atsumu interjects, “but first things first. I didn’t hear the part where ya start with $500 in the middle, then ya add everythin’ that gets paid to the bank, and whoever lands on free parkin’ gets to keep it.”
“That’s not a rule," Kiyoomi scowls at the setter. "No wonder you think Monopoly takes forever.”
“What, ya’ve never played Monopoly with the free parkin’ pot?
“It’s called free parking, Miya. Not money parking.”
“Okaaaay," Atsumu groans. “Let’s make it interestin’ then. How ‘bout everytime ya pass ‘Go’, ya get to ask ‘truth or dare’ to a person of yer choosin’.” The suggestion is met with a few ooo’s and ahh’s from Bokuto and Hinata. “And if ya go to jail, ya have’ta remove a piece of clothin’.” Then claps erupt from the peanut gallery.
Atsumu glances over at a perpetually scowling Kiyoomi. “Better not do anythin’ illegal, Omi Omi.”
Add ‘Strip Monopoly’ to the list of games Kiyoomi never thought he’d play. But here he is, in jail for the 3rd time, in nothing but his boxers.
It's now Hinata's turn, who rolls a seven and passes 'Go'. “Atsumu-san, truth or dare?”
After Bokuto dared him to take four shots last round, Kiyoomi assumes the already-drunken Atsumu decides it’s best to play it safe when he hiccups before slurring, “Troof.”
Hinata taps his nose as he thinks of a question. “Oh, I’ve got it!" he says, raising a finger in the air. "Do you have a crush on anyone?”
“What’re we, in fifth grade?” Atsumu protests.
“C’mon, Tsum Tsum.” Bokuto flashes a disappointed look at Atsumu. “Adding ‘truth or dare’ was your idea. So out with it. Are you in loooooove?”
The alcohol in his system must have been causing the sudden rush of blood to Atsumu’s face, or at least that’s what Kiyoomi figures when Atsumu says, “Nah. I don’t got time for stuff like that.” Kiyoomi understands the sentiment all too well; professional volleyball demands a ton of time. Not that he isn't interested in finding someone, but he's used to being alone. Plus, now he has friends to keep him company at least once a month.
But Bokuto doesn't appear to be buying Atsumu’s answer. “Hey, I see that blush. You can’t hide from us! So who is it? Who who?” he badgers the blonde while bobbing his head to from side to side.
“It’s bad enough ya look like a damn owl, do ya gotta sound like one too?” Atsumu jests, seemingly desperate to change the subject. Kiyoomi begins to wonder if he might be hiding something after all...
Hinata jumps in, “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours!”
“We all know yer hot for the King of the Court, ya don’t have’ta tell us. Can we please drop this?” Atsumu insists.
“Okay, but you’ll need to pay the penalty.” Bokuto tugs at his shirt, making a gesture suggesting that Atsumu take his off. Which, of course, was related to another crass rule that the blonde came up with.
Atsumu gladly strips off his shirt and swings it in the air a few times before throwing it in Bokuto’s face. Kiyoomi shoots a passing glance at his chiseled abs before gameplay resumes, with Bokuto passing ‘Go’ as he sets his eyes on Kiyoomi. “Omi Omi, same question.”
Without hesitation he replies, “Same answer."
Atsumu is first to harrass Kiyoomi, “Whoa, ya can’t just cop out like that or ya gotta pay the penalty!”
Kiyoomi, who is still painfully aware that he's only in his boxers, opts for another choice. “Fine. Dare.”
“And ya can’t change yer choice either, Omi!” Atsumu objects.
“If you remember, Bokuto never actually gave me a choice. So I’m making it now.” At this point, everyone is so drunk that they didn't even realize Bokuto didn’t specifically ask Kiyoomi ‘truth or dare’. Not that he would’ve chosen dare willingly, but here lies a loophole and Kiyoomi is going to take it to avoid being ass-naked in front of his teammates outside of the locker room.
“Okay, Omi Omi.” Bokuto smirks as he whispers to Hinata, who gasps and nods his head in approval. “I dare you to kiss Tsum Tsum.”
Kiyoomi begins to panic. At this point, his only options are to (A) Kiss Miya Atsumu, or (B) take the penalty and remove his underwear until the end of the game, which god only knew when that will be. Why did he have to pick the longest board game known to man? Of course, he could always take option (C) and jump off the balcony…
No, he has to make a decision. It's just one kiss, right? Kiyoomi can think of worse things than locking lips with his setter.
“Go brush your teeth.”
“Excuse me?”
“There are extra toothbrushes in the drawer of the guest bathroom vanity. There’s also mouthwash in there. For the love of god, please use it,” Kiyoomi demands.
“What makes ya think I’ll letcha kiss me?”
Bokuto’s quick to scold the blonde once more, “Nuh-uh-uh. It’s Omi's dare. You don't get a say."
“Ugh, fiiiine,” Atsumu pouts as he stomps towards the guest bathroom. Kiyoomi also makes his way to the master bath to freshen up.
Bokuto turns to Hinata, “Dude, I didn’t think he’d actually go for it!”
“Me neither! And did you see the look on Atsumu-san’s face?”
“Oh yeah. He totally wants this to happen.”
“You think so?”
“Why else would he not tell us about his crush? Think about it, Sho.”
Hinata’s mouth is agape when the two re-emerge. “What’s gotten into you?” Atsumu asks Hinata, who panics, quickly shouting, “Nothing!”
“Okay, whatever weirdo.” Atsumu turns back to Kiyoomi. “Let’s get this shit over with.”
Kiyoomi takes a step forward and awkwardly leans in. He’s barely taller than Atsumu, needing to tilt his head down slightly to get a decent angle. But Atsumu just stands there, stiff as a board, offering no help at all. “Could you work with me a little bit?” Kiyoomi insists.
Pitch-black eyes met honey-brown as the blonde finally tilts his head up. Kiyoomi’s breath hitches as he closes his eyes, swiftly pressing his lips onto Atsumu’s. He feels like he may have lingered on the kiss a little too long until he feels Atsumu part his lips slightly, deepening the kiss. Kiyoomi grabs Atsumu by the waist, pulling him flush against his body as Atsumu throws his arms around Kiyoomi’s neck.
Hinata and Bokuto just sit there, completely shocked, as their teammates make out right in front of them. “Bokuto, do you think we should…”
“I’m booking an Uber now.” Bokuto replies as they grab their things and hightail it out of there before Kiyoomi and Atsumu even come up for air.
Maybe Kiyoomi would be losing his boxers tonight after all.