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“The Black Jackals might have won their recent match against the Tachibana Red Falcons, but the mood among their players is anything but celebratory. Number 15 - Sakusa Kiyoomi took a fall during the second set and will be off the court for the next five weeks. Sources report that it’s nothing more than a sprained ankle, but still, losing one of their starting setters is sure to impact the team in their upcoming matches.”
Sakusa tapped his phone to close the video, already bored of the sports reporter’s voice. He sulked, bad mood festering as he scrolled through his social media accounts for something else to catch his attention. The sprain was nothing serious - his ankle was wrapped tightly and propped up on a few pillows to keep it elevated. It didn’t require surgery, or anything other than staying off his feet and giving it time to recover.
Unfortunately, recovery time meant no practices, no weight on his ankle, and no easy way out when his teammates got too chatty in the common areas of their dorm. His room was the safest place to be under these circumstances.
This was the time of day he would usually finish his workout and calisthenics routine. Today, he seethed in bed as he opened Instagram for the tenth time in an hour - his Black Jackals hoodie pulled over his face, and one leg of his Itachiyama track pants bunched up around his splint.
Someone knocked on his door and he ignored them. He rolled his dark eyes when they didn’t give up.
“Sakusaaaaa, I know you’re awake. I saw you join my live chat,” Hinata called out.
Kiyoomi had left the chat almost as quickly as he joined - fans were only asking Hinata empty questions, like details about his favorite snacks and morning routine, rather than anything about their team. Motoya was supposed to come over tomorrow night to keep him company, but until then… Kiyoomi was already in a bad enough mood already, it wasn’t like things could get worse from here.
He scowled silently. “What do you want?”
Hinata opened the door, letting himself inside. “I figured you were still in a bad mood.”
“Oh? What clued you into that?”
“So, I was right then!” He glanced at Kiyoomi’s ankle brace before meeting his eyes again, puffing up his broad chest. “I can give you a ride to the living room if you want to hang out with us.”
Kiyoomi nearly laughed. “From you? No.”
“Huh, why not?! You don’t think I’m strong enough to carry you?”
“I didn’t say that.” His concerns were more of… the height variety, and how likely his ankle was to smack the ground at some point.
Hinata grumbled to himself for a moment. “Would you say yes if it was Bokuto offering instead?”
“…Perhaps.”
He huffed and stormed away from Sakusa’s room. A moment later, Bokuto came bounding in. “Hey, hey, hey!” He squatted down in front of the bed and pointed two thumbs at his back. “Come on, hop aboard!”
Kiyoomi grimaced. “Don’t make this weird.” He wrapped his arms around Bokuto’s shoulders and was easily lifted up, getting a piggy-back ride out of his bedroom. Bokuto was careful to turn sideways, so Kiyoomi’s injured foot didn’t collide with the door frame.
Out in the living room, the air smelled of something savory. Kiyoomi’s stomach growled as Bokuto squatted down, depositing him on the couch for him to rot there instead.
Atsumu dropped a still-warm Onigiri Miya bag in his lap. “Athletes gotta eat and broth is good for ya joints.”
Bokuto gasped, bright eyes going wide. “Dude - are those soup dumplings? Those aren’t even on the menu!”
“So? I told him to make them,” he said, like that explained everything.
As soon as Kiyoomi popped the takeout container open, Atsumu reached over to snag a dumpling with his fingers and pop it in his mouth. Kiyoomi rolled his eyes as Atsumu huffed to keep the still-hot broth from burning his tongue. He didn’t even need to call his teammate an idiot for all of all to know he was thinking it.
Hinata snatched the television remote off the table before anyone else could. “Let’s watch Adlers highlights!”
“Seriously?” Bokuto groaned, trying to grab it out of his grasp. “You always wanna watch Adlers - let’s do something else. What about our own highlights instead?”
Kiyoomi grabbed his chopsticks and picked up a dumpling. He bit a corner off of it, blowing on the pork broth for a moment before eating it.
“Guys, we literally play against EJP next weekend. Obviously we’re watching their latest match against the Green Rockets,” Atsumu argued. He nudged Kiyoomi with his shoulder. “You agree with me, Omi-omi?”
Successfully bribed by the off-the-menu soup dumplings, Kiyoomi was anything but unbiased in his opinion. “I agree with Miya,” he said, already going in for a second bite. A moment later, they decided to put on the EJP Raijin vs Green Rockets match.