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Shouyou reaches the stadium just in time, panting as he slips the gym bag off his shoulders on the empty seat behind him. There are a few more athletes around, waiting for the match to start. The gymnast he's exchanged a few pleasantries with in the dining hall waves at him from a few seats away. Shouyou waves back with a smile.
He leans against the railing, eyes darting over the empty court. He spots the players warming up and doing their stretches a few feet away. His eyes immediately zero in on the jacket with 'Hinata' emblazoned on the back, and his cheeks grow hot.
No way. He can't believe she stole his jacket again. He can't believe they let her wear a piece of some other athlete's uniform in an official international match. But maybe it's allowed since they both play for the same country. As long as there's a Japanese flag stitched over her chest, they don't care whether the back of her jacket says Hinata or Kageyama.
As though sensing his presence, Kageyama looks up from her knee stretches straight at him, eyes widening ever so slightly. Shouyou beams and waves at her. She averts her gaze sharply, and he can see her mouthing "dumbass" even from a distance, hiding her face into the long, oversized collar. God, his jacket looks amazing on her.
Her shoulder-length hair is in a low ponytail and her bangs are clipped back for convenience. Her legs look impossibly long in her athletic shorts as she stretches them taut.
Something in Shouyou's lower belly stirs the more he stares at her. He wonders when Kageyama will stop having this effect on him. She glances back up and shoots him the subtlest of smirks. Shouyou's heart skips a beat.
Finally, the match begins. The Japanese Women's Volleyball team is playing against Russia today, and they're in incredible form. Kageyama especially is on fire. As the captain and the setter, she effortlessly leads her team into winning two straight sets, and the Japanese fans roar with delight.
Although there's a lot of support from the audience, the crowd of spectators in this game is a lot less thick than the one he's used to seeing in his own. The fact dims his joy a little. He doesn't understand why women's sports are always low in popularity when they play just as well as men.
He cheers for his girlfriend an octave louder when Japan gets their next point.
They're well on their way to snagging the third and winning set when a deuce commences. Kageyama holds the ball in both hands and gets into position to serve. Her eyes are laser-focused as she tosses the ball up and delivers a fatal jump serve. Shouyou's heart gets lodged in his throat as it soars to the other side of the court. Oh, how he itches to be on the same court as Kageyama Tobio. Sometimes, he wishes he was a girl, or that Kageyama was a guy, just so they could play together officially.
Russia manages to dig the serve but send the ball back to Japan's side, where the libero receives it in a very precarious position. She passes the ball to Kageyama, who turns around and ends up twisting her shoulder unnaturally to set to Sakusa on the right. The pain lancing through her muscles is evident in the grimace on her face and Shouyou sucks in a sharp breath at the sight, clutching the railing with a white-knuckled grip.
However, Kageyama doesn't falter, and the precision of her set is still as immaculate as ever. Sakusa makes a cut shot and the ball just grazes the boundary line as it shoots outside.
Japan gets the point. A whistle blows. They win.
Shouyou whoops and jumps up with joy, screaming at the top of his lungs. Kageyama clutches her right shoulder with one hand as the team swarms her and envelops her in sweaty hugs. Through the chaos, Shouyou manages to catch the small smile she sends up in his direction. He can't wait to see her later.
Both teams clear out soon, ducking into their respective locker rooms, and Shouyou heads out too. He shoots Kageyama a quick text, asking where she wants to meet later, and takes the next bus to the Olympic Village.
He takes a shower to peel off the layer of humidity sticking to his skin and then runs into Bokuto, who drags him into a multiplayer game with Atsumu. He restricts himself to only one round though, no matter how badly he wants to beat his friends. His hands find his phone as soon as he puts the console down, but he still hasn't received a reply from Kageyama.
He frowns. It's almost dinnertime. Kageyama loves dinnertime. She should've texted back by now, should've ordered him to haul his ass to her choice of restaurant as soon as possible so she can order the same old boring dishes she likes.
A little worried, he pulls up his extremely brief chat with Sakusa instead and sends her a message asking Kageyama's whereabouts.
"Oh, is that Omi-Omi?" Atsumu says eagerly from behind Shouyou's shoulder as he peers into his phone. "Can ya tell her I said—"
"No," Shouyou shuts him down. "Tell her yourself!"
Atsumu huffs, eyeing him critically. "Wow, you've gotten so mean in Tobio-kun's company, Shou-kun. Bros before hoes, remember?"
"Tsum-Tsum, that's gross," Bokuto chides as he stuffs his mouth with dry cornflakes. "Akaashi says that's a misogynistic phrase, and I don't know what that means, but it's probably bad."
"Bokkun, please shut up about yer boyfriend already!" Atsumu whines. "I'm just tryin' ta cope with Omi rejecting me for the seventh time last week."
Shouyou lifts an eyebrow. "Didn't you sleep with her two days ago?"
"Yeah, and? Doesn't stop her from shooting me down every chance she gets," Atsumu mutters bitterly. "If ya see her, tell her I don't wanna talk ta her again."
"Again, I'm not going to do that," Shouyou reiterates. "She's started hating me out of association with you."
Atsumu snorts, waving a dismissive hand. "As if. She hates ya because yer banging her best friend."
Shouyou sticks his nose up in the air. "Well, if that's the case, she should get used to it, because I'm not gonna stop anytime soon. Speaking of—" He checks his phone and finds an unread message from Sakusa. "I should go. I think Tobio's injured."
"Have fun," Atsumu intones in a bored voice.
"Aw, I hope she feels better!" Bokuto booms, slapping Shouyou on the back.
"Thanks!" Shouyou chirps, jogging on his way out. He quickly makes his way towards Kageyama's room on the eighth floor, foot tapping in the elevator impatiently as it moves up at snail's pace.
When he finally reaches his destination, he raps on the door, swaying on his feet and hoping that Kageyama isn't out somewhere else.
"It's open."
Breathing out a relieved exhale, he pushes the door open and steps inside. The room is pretty basic, with two single beds that have covers with a huge 'Tokyo 2020' printed at the bottom and a small cupboard space with hangers. It's also freakishly neat—which is exactly what one would expect from a room shared by Sakusa and Kageyama.
His national team jacket hangs from a nearby chair. It makes him smile giddily.
Kageyama is sitting with her back against the headboard, one leg bent at the knee on the bed and the other over the side of it. She's wearing a loose pair of black shorts, and one strap of her grey tank top dangles down her arm as she ices her shoulder, pressing the ice pack carefully into the affected area.
She looks up. "Oh. Hey."
"Hi!" Shouyou greets back. "Uhh, are you okay? I saw when your shoulder did the twisty thing during the third set today, looked painful."
"It was," Kageyama replies around a sigh. "Hurts like a bitch."
"Did you get it checked out?"
She shakes her head, suddenly hissing when the pack digs too hard into her shoulder.
"Why not?" Shouyou frowns, taking a seat across from her on the bed. "Do you want to? I'm sure Iwaizumi-san won't mind taking a look—"
"It's fine." Kageyama waves him off. "It'll heal on its own and our next match isn't for another four days. Don't worry."
Shouyou chews on his bottom lip. "I'm not worried, I'm just—" He sighs. "Are you sure?"
Kageyama nods, eyes fixed on the ice pack. "Hmm."
"Okay." He can't help leaning forward to get into her space then, balancing himself on one knee and planting a kiss on her forehead—and then one on her parted, surprised lips. "Congrats on the win," he says as he draws back. "You were amazing today."
Kageyama scoffs despite the raging fire in her cheeks. "I'm always amazing, dumbass."
Shouyou grins teasingly. "And modest too."
A smile pulls at Kageyama's lips, but it's almost immediately replaced by a grimace as she winces, the ice pack nearly slipping from her grip.
Shouyou's concern returns tenfold. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asks, placing his hand over hers to keep the ice pack in place. "What can I do for you? Can I give you a massage, at least? I'm really good at it, I took a course in Rio!"
Kageyama stubbornly refuses. "It's fine. Wouldn't you rather go out with your team? You just qualified for the semis yesterday. Go enjoy yourself, I'll be okay."
"Don't be stupid, of course I'm not leaving you here alone," Shouyou retorts with a roll of his eyes. "Come on, let me give you a massage!"
Kageyama pouts, uncertainty flickering over her features. "Sakusa might—"
"Omi-san is probably in Atsumu-san's room already," Shouyou cuts in, "and I know she's not coming back tonight. That excuse won't work."
Kageyama eyes him dubiously for a moment, assessing. Shouyou meets her gaze unabashedly. He can be just as stubborn as her.
"Fine," she finally relents, breaking eye contact as she looks away. "If you must."
Shouyou brightens instantly. "Yes! I swear you're gonna love it, Yama, plenty of people have told me I'm great at it."
Kageyama raises a sharp brow at him, unimpressed—and a little irritated. "Who, exactly, told you that?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Shouyou goads with a grin, thrilling in her thin streak of jealousy. He scoots back and pats the bed encouragingly. "Come on, lie down on your front. It'll be good!"
Kageyama grumbles but complies, tossing the melting ice pack on the floor and getting on the bed properly. She peels her top off before lying down on her stomach and grabs a fluffy pillow to rest her head on.
Suddenly, there's a lot more exposed skin than there was before, and Shouyou bites his lip as a funny feeling takes root in his belly. He swallows and digs around in the bedside drawer for something that can substitute for massage oil. He resolutely ignores the box of condoms in there.
He finds a small bottle of coconut oil at the back and grabs it, shutting the drawer close as he moves to straddle Kageyama. She stiffens for a split second, but relaxes almost immediately, waiting for Shouyou to begin.
Heart beating loudly against his ribcage, he takes a steady breath and tentatively unclasps her bra, carefully pulling it apart and moving his hands up to slide the straps down her shoulders too.
The expanse of her bare back desperately invites his touch, and he rubs some coconut oil between his palms before running them over either side of her spine in one smooth stroke.
Kageyama's breath stutters, goosebumps erupting on her arms.
Shouyou gulps, and positions his groin away from her ass before continuing. Just in case. He starts slow, focusing on different areas of her back to loosen the tightness in her muscles. She remains quiet for the most part, only letting out tiny gasps and grunts when he presses a little hard on the knots.
He shifts down her legs after a few minutes, squirting more oil into his palm. She stiffens when he pulls down the waistband of her shorts an inch to access her tailbone, startling when he presses and rubs his thumbs around it.
"Relax," Shouyou murmurs, trailing light fingers over the curve of her waist and watching more goosebumps dotting her skin. He's fascinated by how sensitive she is, how reactive to his every touch.
"Hey," he says, rubbing her back with a soothing motion. "You really need to relax your body. This won't work if your muscles are so rigid. Just let go, okay?"
Shouyou sees the back of her head move in a jerky nod, and slowly, her shoulders untense as she breathes out shakily.
"Sorry," she mumbles. "I'm not used to stuff like this."
"It's okay," Shouyou says softly. "It's just me."
Kageyama nods again, and after a few moments of indecision, she truly begins to relax, loosening her muscles until she's pliable like clay.
Shouyou starts back up again, using his hands and fingers and even elbow to alleviate all the stress accumulated in her body. He's mindful of her right shoulder, taking care to be gentle and not exacerbate her injury, massaging it with barely there pressure that has Kageyama making little noises which Shouyou can't tell are relief or pain.
She doesn't complain though, and he continues, stretching out her arms and legs with practiced care. He laces their fingers together as he pulls her arms back in a stretch, and she groans when the muscles of her back contract. She exhales a pleased breath when he lets go and positions her arms in their original position.
Something shifts in her body language as she settles back down again, and from there, it's sweet noises and soft sighs filling the room. Kageyama's restraint and hesitancy gets lower and lower every time Shouyou massages a particularly nice spot, and she can't seem to help letting out a breathy sound of pleasure at the attention.
Shouyou feels like he's in a trance, lost in the movements of his hands and all the ways in which Kageyama's reacting to them. She's so pliant under him, so vocal, so gorgeous, and he can't pretend anymore that it's not affecting him.
Kageyama is a force of nature most of the time, challenging him in ways he could've never imagined, but the way she's melting into the mattress now, trusting him to take care of her, vulnerable and exposed—it lights a fire inside Shouyou. It's not his fault that he's half-hard already.
Having his hands all over her bare skin, getting to hear her sweet noises of pleasure—it makes the situation inside his pants even worse.
As the blood rapidly departs from his brain to travel south, Shouyou drags his hands up her back, thumbs lightly pressing into the knobs of her spine. The arousal dripping into his veins is thick like honey today, slow and gradual, and when he reaches the top, he smooths his palm over her shoulders and bends down to kiss the nape of her neck, trailing his lips over her shoulder blades like he has all the time in the world.
He would've thought Kageyama fell asleep if her breathing didn't become noticeably shallower.
"Tobio," he murmurs against her heated skin. "Hey."
Kageyama turns her head slightly in acknowledgement and hums questioningly.
"Tobio," he whispers in her ear, with more persistence, one hand slipping down to curve intently along her waist. "Can we?"
He's half-expecting her to say no, unpredictable that she is when it comes to physical intimacy, but she simply melts further into the mattress and gives a small nod. "Mm. Yeah," she replies, her voice syrupy. "But I'm not gonna move."
Shouyou blinks. "Huh?"
"I'm too comfortable like this, don't make me move." Kageyama pouts. "You do all the work."
"I always do all the work!"
"Fine," she says with a roll of her eyes. "Then get to it already. Dumbass."
He delivers a light bite to her left shoulder in retaliation, causing her to huff out a short laugh, and then wipes his hand on the sheets. Her skin has absorbed all the oil he rubbed on it and now it looks even smoother and shinier.
He licks his lips and scrambles off her legs, not wasting any time before grabbing the waistband of her shorts and pulling them all the way down to the ankles. Her panties get dragged along with it as well, and suddenly, her backside is completely exposed.
"God," Shouyou whispers in awe, trailing a single finger up her shin and watching her pert butt tighten reflexively. Spread out naked like this in front of him, Shouyou is tempted to just stare at her for hours.
But then his dick twitches inside his boxers, straining against the cotton, and he decides to postpone that for another time.
He climbs back over her from behind, kneading and massaging the globes of her ass. She lets out her first moan of the night when a hand travels down to the crack and between her legs, one finger delving further.
"Fuck," he swears, pulse spiking up at what he finds there."You're so wet already."
"Obviously," Kageyama retorts breathlessly. "You've been touching me everywhere for the last forty minutes, you idiot, don't act surprised—hnnng!"
He slips his finger inside, only going deep enough to feel around her walls. She's warm and wet and slick…and so tight. Shouyou's gut tightens in anticipation.
Low, whiny little noises spill from Kageyama's throat, and she squirms in frustration, canting her hips back for more.
Not in the habit of denying his girl anything for long, he lets another finger joins the first one and she sighs brokenly as he shallowly thrusts in and out of her hole, lightly brushing the tips of his fingers over the spot that always drives her wild.
Sure enough, she begins trembling under him in no time, trying to take him in deeper. "Sh—Shouyou…mmnh."
He changes the position of his fingers so his thumb can reach in between her folds to feel around for her clit. Once he finds it, he rubs the area surrounding it, rhythmically stroking it. She writhes and cries out when he rubs directly over it, fingering her deep from inside at the same time.
"Too much!" she screams. "Fuck—slow down. Slow—I'm close, I'm—I'm—ah—"
Shouyou eases down on the dual assault of stimulation abruptly and draws his hand back, leaving her empty without warning. She whimpers, swearing under her breath, her chest heaving as she hazily watches him reach over to the bedside drawer to take a condom out.
He kicks off his pants and underwear eagerly, but pauses right before he rolls the condom down his length. He bites his lip as a flicker of doubt crosses his mind, and tentatively caresses her inner thigh. "Hey. You okay?"
Kageyama huffs exasperatedly and turns her head back to glare at him, matted bangs sticking to her forehead. "Why the fuck are you not inside me yet?" she barks, and Shouyou's dick gets even harder somehow.
"Right, sorry!" he yelps, his momentary unease vanishing as he fumbles with the condom in an attempt to put it on. By the time he's done, Kageyama has yelled at him to hurry up five times.
He kisses up her spine in apology, sucking on the side of her neck as she tilts her head sideways to give him room. His hands slide under her, slipping into the cups of her undone bra to palm her perfect, perfect breasts. He massages them gently as he continues kissing her shoulder, making her sigh in pleasure. It transforms into a hiccup when the calluses on his palms catch on her nipples and make her shudder.
"You're amazing," he murmurs into her skin.
"Fuck me now," she replies urgently. "Are you going to make me beg? Because I won't."
Shouyou grins fondly, depositing a sweet kiss on her cheek before drawing back and settling behind her. He slips a spare pillow under her to elevate her lower half and she grabs the other one to hold on it.
He grabs her hips to hold her steady, caressing the hipbones with soothing strokes of his thumb as his dick grazes her ass. "Ready?" he stutters out, voice unsteady.
Kageyama makes a muffled noise of assent into the pillow, and her fingers clutch the sides in anticipation as he spreads her asscheeks. He lines himself up to her slick entrance, and then finally begins to push in.
Stars explode behind his eyelids as tight, wet heat envelops him, and he can hear her moaning into the pillow as he slowly fills her up. There's hardly any resistance, and within a few seconds, he's buried to the hilt. He pauses to compose himself, to reel back the overwhelming pressure building in his groin.
Kageyama's always impatient, but she's even more so now, grinding herself back against his length in a poor attempt to fuck herself on it.
"Wait," he hisses, holding her hips hard enough to bruise, fingers dimpling the supple skin. "Give me a moment."
"Shouldn't I be saying that?" she snaps, voice trembling. "Idiot. Dumbass. Slowpoke—"
A little incensed, he draws back and thrusts into her in one fluid motion, reducing her sentence into a choked gasp. Her hands desperately scramble for the pillow again as he starts fucking her in earnest.
The pace he sets isn't rough, but it's relentless, driving deep into her with every thrust. The noises she was making before were nothing compared to how wrecked she sounds now, strangled sobs and moans interspersed with loud gasps as he fucks her just right.
"There, right there," she cries in a thready voice when he adjusts the angle a little. "Don't stop." Her knuckles are white with how tight she's gripping the pillow and the bed creaks below them.
Shouyou groans, the sight of her undulating hips and the image of his cock going in and out of her almost sending him over the edge. He holds back though, barely. He's not going to come before she does.
Kageyama is gasping with practically every breath that's punched out of her, and her body writhes under him. "Shou," she moans, turning back to meet his gaze. "Shou, please."
"Yeah," he exhales, somehow understanding what she's trying to tell him just by the look in her eyes. "Okay."
He pulls out and flips her around on her back, deliberately slowing his movements so his frenzied heart can calm down. Kageyama is catching her breath too, dark hair fanning out on the white pillowcase as their gazes stay locked together.
Shouyou lifts one of her legs over his shoulder, pressing openmouthed kisses to the delicate inside of her thigh. She shifts on the bed, squirming a little, and her breasts bounce with the movement. The straps of her bra are still dangling from her arms and he watches with some amusement as she irritably flings it away.
The sight of her brown, pebbled nipples reminds him of his painful erection. Her body is a piece of art, long and lithe and toned, and Shouyou will never stop being obsessed with it. It's strong too, well-built, the muscles of her stomach flexing as the moment drags on. He knows the power in these legs, the skill and dexterity of her fingers, and heat curls in his stomach the longer he stares at her laid out naked before him—star setter of the Japan women's national volleyball team with more talent in her pinky than most other other teams have with all players clubbed together.
Kageyama blushes under the attention, averting her gaze as she swallows thickly. With one last kiss to her knee, Shouyou crawls up her body hungrily, pressing his mouth to her stomach, her sternum, her chest as he makes his way up. His mouth latches around one nipple, sucking lightly, and Kageyama moans high in her throat, fingers threading into Shouyou's hair and pulling desperately.
He doesn't let up though, not until her nipple is sure to be sore and aching, and then he lets her pull him up into a bruising kiss. His body settles over hers, snug between her legs as they kiss sloppily, mutually groaning when his dick slips between her folds and drags up against her clit.
"Fuck," Kageyama breaks away from the kiss to pant, lips swollen and cheeks flushed. "Shouyou. Shouyou, please put it in. Now. Do it now."
Shouyou, getting desperate himself, doesn't take much convincing. He nods, lifting his hips to grab the base of his length, and sinks into her again. The slide is smooth as her walls close around him again, squeezing him deliciously until he feels like he's gonna pass out from the burst of pleasure that courses through him.
"You feel so incredibly good," he nearly sobs, the beat of his heart deafening in his ears. "I'm not going to last long."
"Mmhmm," Kageyama's breath stutters, eyes rolling back. "You—you locked the door, right?"
He pauses, briefly entertaining the mortifying image of Sakusa catching them in this position, but it's quickly replaced by the imminent visual of Shouyou coming inside Kageyama. He decides he doesn't care who walks in on them, and shrugs. "Probably."
Kageyama doesn't seem to give much of a fuck either. "Okay," she says sluggishly, tugging on his hair until he leans down to kiss her again. Their lips part for each other as he rocks into her, grinding in slow circles rather than thrusting.
Kageyama closes her eyes and tilts her head back, as if to savour the feeling of their sex, and Shouyou can't contain the wave of adoration that crests inside him. He leans down and presses his mouth to her neck, her throat, mouthing over her collarbone in reverence.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers, planting tender kisses to her fluttering pulse point as he slowly starts fucking her again, angling his thrusts so his cock relentlessly rubs right up against her sweet spot over and over. "So gorgeous, so amazing, so perfect. And mine. All mine. I can't live without you, I can't—"
She gasps loudly, clenching around him, wrapping her legs tight around his waist as her body convulses with the force of her orgasm.
The contractions squeezing his dick make him choke on air, and his movements lose any sense of rhythm as his own climax looms closer.
"Fuck, Tobio—Tobio—"
Her trembling thighs grip his waist even tighter, pulling him closer as he pounds into her with reckless abandon, her mouth slack as it lets out a steady stream of "Ah, ah, ah, Shou—mmhh—"
His pace falters completely when his orgasm crashes over him and he buries himself deep inside as he spills into the condom.
It's so intense that he feels like he loses all feeling in his body except the mind-numbing pleasure violently rushing through him. He blanks out, whimpering as he pushes his face into Kageyama's neck and rides out the wave until it fades.
A couple of minutes pass and he can feel himself shaking, can feel Kageyama stroking his hair as he slowly regains his senses. His nose is pressed against her collarbone and he drops an errant kiss there before lifting his head to meet her gaze. Her blue eyes are shining and she smiles at him.
"Good?" she asks softly.
"Freaking unreal," he breathes. He plants a kiss on her damp, puffy lips and says, "I love you."
It catches her off-guard and her eyes widen. They stare at each other for a single frozen moment. He's still inside of her.
His brain catches up with him, bringing a boatload of panic with it. "Shit! Sorry!" he exclaims, face flaming. "I—I mean, you don't have to say it back—"
"I love you too."
Shouyou reels back and gapes at her. "H—huh?"
Kageyama pouts, looking away in flustered embarrassment. "I'm not going to say it again."
Shouyou can't stop the overjoyed smile that takes over his face. He takes her face in his hands and kisses her hard. "You love me?"
"Yeah," she murmurs, kiss-drunk, eyes dazed. She looks so breathtaking, he could die. The moment passes, and then she blinks, pushing at his chest with a grimace. "Now, get off of me."
"Ugh, yeah," he says, getting up and pulling out of her. She makes a noise of disgust and lies there with an arm flung over her eyes, fully nude and proud.
Shouyou stills in the process of throwing away the condom and contemplates another round—but quickly shakes his head and decides not to exacerbate the minor injury of her shoulder. He hopes he didn't accidentally hurt her earlier, but judging by the way she's close to dozing off, he doesn't think she's in any pain.
A quick shared shower later, she really does pass out in his arms, snoring lightly with her limbs sprawled all over him. He strokes her bare back and sighs blissfully, feeling like the luckiest bastard in the entire world.
At some point, he too succumbs to sleep, and only awakens when he hears frantic knocking on the wooden door of Kageyama's room.
Kageyama doesn't even stir, still dead to the world, being a heavy sleeper and far from a morning person. He yawns and peels open his sticky eyelids, squinting around the room. The knocking persists almost angrily and he groans as he stumbles out of the bed, picking up a pair of discarded shorts from the floor to cover himself up.
They turn out to be Kageyama's and fit him a bit too snugly, tight around his thighs and having no room for his morning wood. Uncaring, he rubs his eyes and unlocks the door, revealing a very disgruntled-looking Sakusa.
Her wiry curls are all over the place and there's a dark hickey peeking through the collar of her shirt. Shouyou blinks at her sleepily while his vision adjusts to the light from outside.
Sakusa's face twists with horror as she drags her gaze over him from top to bottom. "You—ew—"
"Hm? Oh, wait, um," Shouyou croaks, suddenly remembering something. "I have a message for you from Atsumu-san. He says—"
"No," Sakusa grits out, and furiously slams the door in his face. He hears the sound of her footsteps stomping in the same direction she presumably came from.
Shouyou shrugs, decides to do the same, and makes his way back to bed.
He hopes he can convince Kageyama into letting him give her another massage later.