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“Shh, shh! Be quiet, Bokuto-san!” Hinata whisper-yells, trying to hold back his giggles as he fiddles with the lock. Bokuto can barely stop the bubbling laughter, let alone the shaking of his shoulders, making it harder for Hinata to open the lock without making any noise.
A plastic bag filled with drinks is hanging off his wrist as he tries to find the keyhole in the dark, and Bokuto is holding a white cardboard box, a chocolate cake with a personalized “ Happy Birthday Atsumu! ” written across it in white frosting inside.
“Shoyo! C’mon hurry up, before he gets back!”
Bokuto pushes at Hinata’s shoulders, and Hinata finally manages to unlock the door and pull it open. They both hurry in and Hinata locks the door behind him, while Bokuto shoves off his sneakers and picks them up. “Don’t leave any dirt on the floor! Atsumu-san is gonna notice!” Hinata remarks, and punches Bokuto playfully in the shoulder.
Bokuto laughs again, using his sock to shove a couple of loose dirt crumbs underneath the shoe rack in the entryway, gripping Hinata’s wrist to pull him into Atsumu’s bedroom, still unable to stop giggling.
“Osamu-san said he’d return from dinner soon when he gave us the key, so we have to be quick.”
Bokuto closes the bedroom door behind them like it was when they entered, and starts maneuvering them both underneath the bed to hide, pulling the cake box and clinking bag of drinks with them.
“What time is it?” Bokuto asks, and Hinata pulls out his phone, the screen bright in the dark room.
“Almost eight,” Hinata whispers, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “Wait. Is this really the best place to hide?”
Bokuto contemplates for a second. “It’s better if we just wait for him to come in here, isn’t it?”
Hinata opens his mouth to respond, when the muffled sound of the front door opening fills the room, and Hinata shoves his hand over Bokuto’s mouth before he can start giggling again.
“Shh!” Hinata puts a finger over his mouth, nodding his head in the direction of the door, and shuffles them both a little further in under the bed.
There’s sounds of footsteps, Atsumu toeing his shoes off uncaringly, and then he speaks. Neither Hinata nor Bokuto can make out what he says, before a soft giggle interrupts him.
Their heads turn to stare at each other when they both realize what’s going on.
He’s not alone .
Hinata thinks it may be Osamu, coming to help them with their surprise, when the bedroom door slams open and four pairs of legs clumsily shuffle towards the bed. Neither of them can make anything out - the room is dark, and they’re both shoved far back enough under the bed they can only see up to their knees.
“God, yer so fuckin’ sexy. Ya’ve just been teasin’ me all night, haven’t ya?” Atsumu’s voice filters through the bedroom now, Hinata and Bokuto’s breathing coming to a halt. “Wearin’ the tightest fuckin’ jeans known to man. Ya’ve no idea the things I’m gonna do to ya.”
Okay, not Osamu then.
The sound of heavy and wet kisses fill the air, and the bed dips above Hinata and Bokuto, the space underneath suddenly becoming an even tighter fit for the two grown athletes. The bedside lamp lights up.
Then, a breathy whine and a soft giggle. “Well, why don’t you show me then?”
The voice is foreign to both of them, breathy and playful. Still, Hinata thinks there’s something weirdly familiar about it.
Atsumu laughs then, and a t-shirt flies across the room, shortly followed by a belt. “God yer such a slut, O-” Atsumu's sentence melts into a drawn out groan, cutting himself off effectively.
Hinata and Bokuto stare at each other in panic, both of them frozen with fear and unable to make a move.
Hinata closes his eyes and prays Atsumu won’t last more than two minutes.
Then Bokuto pokes at Hinata’s arm, gesturing for them to get the fuck out. “I’m not gonna listen to Tsum-Tsum have sex!” he whispers as quietly as humanly possible. Which is, admittedly, impressive for Bokuto. The loud moans and kinky words definitely help a little to drown the sound out,
“Fuck, ‘Tsumu…” the other voice whimpers again, and it seems to be Bokuto’s last straw, because he suddenly launches himself out from under the bed, pulling Hinata along with him.
Everything kind of happens at once.
“Um, surprise! Happy birth-” Bokuto yells, cut off by an extremely manly (note: not ) scream from Atsumu as he pushes his mysterious partner off the bed, landing with a dull thud on the ground right in front of Hinata’s feet.
“Omi-san?!” Hinata nearly screams when he notices who it is, then Sakusa screams, shocking Bokuto enough to also fall over on the ground landing on his ass.
“What the fuck ?!” Atsumu yells.
There’s Miya Atsumu on his bed, wearing a pair of slacks that look suspiciously tight around the groin, his skin flushed around the unbuttoned shirt hanging off his shoulders, staring in shock at the intruders while he haphazardly tries to make himself decent.
And then there’s Sakusa Kiyoomi, Hinata, Bokuto and Atsumu’s teammate, on the ground red-faced and shirtless, his jeans unbuttoned enough to display the very prominent bulge in his boxers, leaning over the floor to grab his previously discarded shirt. His usually meticulously styled black curls are messy and wild, falling over his forehead in loose strands.
“I have a mind to beat the shit out of both of you.” he speaks, grabbing a pillow from Atsumu’s bed to cover himself up. “And you!” he points at Atsumu accusingly, standing up, still holding the pillow in front of him. “Why is your first reaction to kick your boyfriend to the ground? What if they were actual robbers?!” he yells at him.
Atsumu gulps, pure fear flashing in his eyes. “Baby, ‘m sorry, I wasn’t thinking-”
“ Boyfriend?! ” both Hinata and Bokuto yell incredulously, their mouths agape.
Sakusa turns to both of them, glaring at them with murderous intent swirling in his dark eyes, and Hinata yelps in fear. Sakusa is scary, but this was new.
“Get out, both of you! We’ll talk about this outside.” he points towards the door, and Bokuto scrambles to pick himself off the ground as they both practically trip over each other to leave the room, Sakusa slamming the door behind them.
They look at each other incredulously. “Did… Did that just happen?” Hinata asks, Bokuto’s mouth still hanging open in shock as they make their way over to the dining table.
Atsumu and Sakusa (that’s still a weird thought) are talking in hushed voices, Hinata unable to make anything out over the blood rushing in his ears.
Then the bedroom door is pulled open and Sakusa waltzes out, Atsumu following behind him, both now covered up and decent. Sakusa has obviously tried to fix his hair, but the messiness remains, and there’s still a hint of a flush on both of their faces as they seat themselves across the table from the other two.
“So…” Atsumu starts, tapping his fingernails on the table rhythmically. “How tha hell did ya even get in?” he starts, blinking at both of the culprits. Sakusa has his arms thrown over his chest, face turned towards the window.
“Um, Myaa-Sam gave us a key.”
“‘Samu. I shoulda fuckin’ known. I’m gonna kick his ass.”
Sakusa rolls his eyes, and lifts one of his hands to smack Atsumu lightly on the back of his head, causing him to yelp dramatically in pain and cover the spot with his own hand. “Yer so mean to me, Omi-kun!”
Sakusa sighs at his response. “Shut up, ‘Tsumu.” he says, a flicker of something almost fond flittering across his features before he turns to face Hinata.
Oh , Hinata thinks. He calls him ‘Tsumu instead of Miya .
“What exactly was your plan? To just stay under Atsumu’s bed until he came home?” Sakusa asks them, like he can’t quite believe the stupidity possessing the two. Which isn’t exactly something new.
“I-I guess…” Hinata stutters under his teammate’s scrutinizing gaze. For a second he feels like he’s back in high school getting scolded by Daichi.
“And what if he didn’t come home? And why under the bed , when there’s about a million other much less embarrassing hiding spots?”
Atsumu grabs Sakusa’s hand where it’s gesturing wildly in the air, and brings it down on the table while rubbing his thumb over a mole on the back of it affectionately. The small gesture doesn’t go unnoticed by Hinata.
“Well, we brought cake? And drinks…” Bokuto pulls the neglected bag of bottles up from where it’s resting on the floor beside Bokuto’s chair, and Atsumu’s eyes light up at the sight.
“I wanna ask something first, though,” Sakusa’s eyes squint at Hinata, before he coughs out the rest of his sentence. “If I, um, may.”
Atsumu gestures for him to go ahead, so he does. “So you’re like, together together? Like… not as a joke?”
Sakusa laughs then, and neither Hinata nor Bokuto can stop themselves from staring at the sight. It’s rare that Sakusa finds anything amusing, and it’s even rarer that he’ll actually laugh out loud, teeth on display and eyes closed. His grip on Atsumu’s hand tightens for a moment.
“Yeah.” Atsumu’s response comes before Sakusa stops laughing.
“Wow, that’s so great! I’m so happy for you both!” Bokuto beams at them, pulling out various drinks from the plastic bag in front of him, setting up the table.
“How long?” he asks, placing a bottle of peach soju in front of Hinata. “Because it must be a new thing, right? Since you haven’t told anyone on the team yet.”
Atsumu looks nervous for a moment, and Sakusa turns his head to look at Atsumu. His dark eyes move down to look at their hands and clenches his jaw, then his gaze lands on Bokuto.
“Well,” he starts, something akin to nervousness flitters across his features for a second, mirroring the expression on Atsumu’s face. “A couple, um. Months.”
Hinata just stares at them both, the room suddenly going extremely quiet. Bokuto blinks a few times, like he’s processing the information, and Atsumu’s foot is tapping against his chair rhythmically.
“ Months?! ” Hinata suddenly jumps up from his chair, pointing an accusatory finger in the couple’s direction. “You’ve been dating for months and neither of you said anything?”
Bokuto just gapes. “Wait, but you don’t act like a couple?” Bokuto says absentmindedly. “Like, whenever any of us are hanging out with you both, you just act like you normally do?” his voice is filled with confusion, like he can’t quite believe what he’s being told.
“How did this even happen?” Hinata asks incredulously.
Both Atsumu and Sakusa look a little taken aback by the sudden slew of questions, and Atsumu brings his other hand up to run through his hair. “Uh, so, I kinda like, um, liked him fer a while before I did anythin’ about it.” Atsumu admitted, Sakusa’s eyes turning back to land on him again. “I asked him out after we won that game against the Adlers, sorta still runnin’ on adrenaline after winnin’. Wasn’t expectin’ him to say yes, or anythin’.”
Sakusa leans a little towards Atsumu. “I suppose neither of us were in our right minds after that game.” he says fondly, and Atsumu turns to meet his eyes. “We didn’t act any differently because there wasn’t any need to. Our relationship didn’t really change, except for, uh,” Sakusa lets out a small cough, a slight flush appearing on his cheeks. “You know.”
Hinata sits himself back down again. Admittedly, looking at them now, it makes sense. Since he joined the team around the same time as Sakusa, there’s always been a sort of connection between them. They work like a charm on the court, which is the first thing Hinata noticed, because volleyball is always in the forefront of his mind.
But the smaller moments come through now, too, when Hinata really thinks about it. Atsumu always carrying Sakusa’s favorite brand of hand sanitizer with him, just in case, and being the only person that Sakusa doesn’t seem to shy away from when he gets too close. Sakusa always knowing exactly what to say to Atsumu whenever he gets in a mood, pulling him back up when no one else seems to really know what to do with him.
And now, the way their hands are interlocked on the table, Atsumu’s thumb still drawing circles into Sakusa’s, and the way they look at each other. There’s a fondness in them, something Hinata rarely sees in either of their eyes. It feels like maybe he just walked in on an intimate moment, and not the kind he and Bokuto had already been privy to earlier.
“Yeah, heh, we know. Had no idea you could sound like that , Sakkun-” Bokuto’s chuckle is cut off by Sakusa kicking him in the shin, Bokuto doubling over in pain and pulling his leg up to hug his arms around it.
“Which we will never speak of again.” Sakusa discloses firmly, the blush on his cheeks growing deeper, and glares at both the men across the table. Both of them nod vigorously in agreement. Sakusa is scary when he gets angry, and Hinata doesn’t really want to experience that right now.
“And we didn’t tell anyone because we sorta just wanted to keep it to ourselves fer now. It’s still new, and-” Atsumu meets Sakusa’s eyes again, a small smile tugging at his lips. “We just wanted to wait a little.”
Sakusa smiles too, tightening his around Atsumu’s, then untangles them to stand up. “I’ll go get some glasses and forks.” he says, making his way towards the kitchen.
The rest of the night is spent enjoying the cake and drinks they brought, Bokuto and Hinata continuously asking questions about their relationship. Atsumu seems to want to share just about everything, while Sakusa has to stop him from sharing too many intimate details.
Before they leave, Atsumu stops them by the door. “Can y’all, uh, not tell anyone else about this fer now?” he asks sheepishly, hand nervously rubbing the back of his head. “I ain’t even told ‘Samu about us yet, and he’d kill me if he found out from anyone else.”
Bokuto looks shocked at the revelation. “Tsum-Tsum, I don’t know if I can keep this a secret around him!” he sighs dejectedly. “You know how terrible I am at keeping secrets!”
“I know, Bokkun. And I’ll tell ‘im soon. I just wanna…” Atsumu trails off, his eyes following Sakusa’s form as he cleans up after them. His expression relaxes, fondness overtaking his features.
“Don’t worry, Atsumu-san! I’ll make sure Bokuto-san doesn’t tell anyone. And I won’t either, of course!” Hinata beams, pulling at Bokuto’s sleeve. Atsumu’s face is reddening a little when he turns back to look at them. “Yeah, thanks, Shoyo-kun. Now get the hell out!” he gestures at the door, and both of them rush to get their shoes on. “Ya interrupted us so rudely earlier, and I still got birthday plans.” Atsumu wiggles his eyebrows, a wicked grin appearing on his face.
Hinata just laughs, pulling the door open behind them. “Okay, okay, we’re going!”
“And give my key back to ‘Samu! I don’t feel comfortable knowin’ it’s in yer pockets!” Atsumu yells after them down the hallway when they leave, slamming the door and turning the lock with a resounding click .
The two of them laugh as they make their way out on the street, Bokuto still talking animatedly about what just happened.
Hinata suddenly stops in his tracks.
“Wait, should we have told them about
us
?”