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The usually roomy bus was jam packed with V League players from every team based in Osaka. Beneath his mask, Sakusa looked like he was longing for death as he tried to become one with the corner of the back row bench seat. Atsumu was trying his best to give him some space by smooshing right up against Bokuto who was pressed side to side against Hinata. Luckily, the three of them had basically no personal bubbles. Unfortunately, though, Hinata and Bokuto were practically bouncing up and down in their seats with excitement because they were headed for Tokyo, the city where both of their partners lived full time.
Atsumu caught Bokuto’s elbow with his hand before it jabbed right into his gut as the spiker somehow used every muscle group to send his husband a text message.
“You two better not go on about Keiji-san and Tobio-kun the whole drive there,” He told his disgustingly lovey-dovey teammates. Don’t get him wrong, Atsumu loved love and he was glad his friends were happy, but he was about to spend two days surrounded by every happy couple the V League had to offer. He was already feeling incredibly single just thinking about it.
“You got it, Tsum-tsum!” Hinata said cheerily.
Bokuto’s unconvincing smile was at least honest. Nobody who had ever met Bokuto would believe that he was physically capable of not mentioning Keiji at least once every ten minutes.
As if on queue, Bokuto’s phone buzzed. He looked at Atsumu with big, gold puppy eyes. “Please, Tsumu?”
“Ugh! Fine.”
Bokuto beamed. “Keiji’s having onigiri for lunch.”
Atsumu chuckled. “I should thank yer husband fer single handedly keepin’ Samu’s Tokyo branch in business.”
“Keiji’s so cute when he eats rice balls,” Bokuto said, making Atsumu feel forever alone all over again, “His cheeks puff out like a chipmunk.”
“Okay,” Atsumu began, desperately shifting the conversation away from the happy couple, “What’re the chances I get a New Year’s kiss tomorrow night?”
“One hundred percent!” Hinata answered brightly.
“Awe, Sho!” Atsumu cooed, acting extremely flattered, “But I have standards.”
“Since when?” Sakusa scoffed. Atsumu was well aware that Sakusa was prone to eavesdropping with his headphones on, but he hadn’t thought that this would be a conversation he thought was worth listening to.
“Since always!” He snapped back.
Sakusa simply arched one eyebrow, his smug doubt made perfectly clear.
Atsumu shoved him at the bus window and Sakusa smacked his hand away. “I don’t wanna kiss any ol’ schmuck that wants ta get a taste of the V League’s best setter! I want that romantic meet-cute shit!”
Bokuto made a squealy noise like a little kid seeing an adorable puppy.
“Aww, Tsum-Tsum, that’s so sweet!” Hinata beamed.
Sakusa just scoffed.
“What, Omi?” Atsumu frowned.
“You think you’ll get a ‘meet-cute’ at a work party?” Atsumu thought he was looking more irritated than this situation called for, even for Sakusa; though his base level of irritation was raised by the overcrowded conditions.
“I might!” Atsumu argued back, but then flopped back against the seat, “Ugh! I’m gonna be the only single sucker without a New Year’s kiss,” He pouted.
“That’s not true!” Hinata assured him. Bokuto nodded vigorously. “You aren’t even the only single one on the team!”
“Pshh,” Atsumu waved his words away, “Captain and Tomas both got partners ‘n Inuaki ‘n Barnes make out when they’re drunk an’ can’t find anyone else anyway.”
“What about Omi-kun?” Bokuto asked.
“Ha! Ya think this germaphobe wants ta swap spit with some stranger in the middle of a party?”
“Disgusting,” Sakusa said, lip curling.
“See. It don’t count if they don’t wan’ it in the first place.”
“Why do you want a New Yea’rs kiss so bad, anyway, Tsumu-kun?” Hinata asked. He was at least more subtle than Bokuto about the fact that he was texting his boyfriend during this entire conversation.
“I dunno,” Atsumu crossed his arms petulantly, “It’s all special and romantic. ‘N you two’ll have yer perfect partners, ‘n Samu and Sunarin are always obnoxious an’ lovey dovey, Oikawa’s comin’ back from Argentina ta see Iwaizumi—
“Tendo-san is flying in from France,” Sakusa added, unhelpfully.
“Who the hell is Tendo-san?”
“Wakatoshi’s husband.”
“Huh?”
“The ‘guess monster.’” Sakusa looked at him like he was a total idiot for not knowing.
“They’re married?!”
“Yes.”
“Ugh! See! ‘S like everyone our age’ll have one and I’ll be a 99th wheel!”
“Don’t be lonely, Tsum-Tsum!” Bokuto cried, smashing him into a bone-crushing hug.
“I’m not fuckin’ lonely! Let go a me, Bokkun!”
“It’s okay to be lonely, Tsumu!” Hinata chimed in, reaching over to pat his shoulder.
“Gah! Shut up!” He finally pushed Bokuto off of him.
Sakusa had turned to look out of the window.
As expected, Tobio and Keiji were waiting in front of the hotel when the bus got there. Hinata sprinted off the bus and leaped up to wrap his arms and legs around Kageyama, who, being used to this, caught him easily. And Bokuto lifted Keiji up and spun him around despite Keiji hiding his red face in his hands and telling him to put him down.
Atsumu had spent so much of the bus ride sulking about not getting a New Year’s kiss that he didn’t even have the energy to make fun of them.
Rationally, he knew that wanting a New Yea’rs kiss was silly, that it shouldn’t make him any lonelier than he was on any other day, but, ever since they were old enough to want to kiss anybody, he and Osamu had made a bit of a big deal about it.
For years, they fought about who had really gotten the first New Year’s kiss because Atsumu had kissed a girl from their class during their second year of middle school and Osamu had kissed Suna their first year. Atsumu had insisted that it didn’t count because Sunarin had only kissed Samu so he could win against Atsumu. Of, course, a couple years later Atsumu had to concede because the pair had actually started dating. And that meant that Samu had a higher count of New Year’s kisses too since he’d had one guaranteed since their third year of high school.
“Ugh!” Atsumu announced when he entered the hotel room he was assigned to share with Suna (so, of course, Samu was already there too).
“What’s up yer ass?” Osamu asked while Suna snickered.
“Stupid long dumb-dumb bus ride,” He complained face first into his pillow.
“Did Sakusa bite yer head off fer breathin’ too much?” Suna joked.
“I wish.”
“Damn, what kinda stockholm syndrome did that prickly bastard give ya?”
“Shuddup.”
“Sounds like ‘e found a New Year’s kiss after all,” Osamu said, not sounding entirely like he was just teasing.
“Actually shut the fuck up,” Atsumu snapped, pointing at his stupid, engaged brother.
They finally got the hint and stopped making fun of him.
Atsumu buried under the thick hotel duvet with his own pillow that he could never sleep well without and closed his eyes. He’d gotten no sleep on the bus and he was fucking exhausted, so he decided to nap until it was time for dinner.
He felt Osamu pat him firmly on the back before he and Suna left to give him some peace and quiet. After the door shut, Atsumu sniffled. Stupid thoughtful twin stupid knowing he was stupid sad and lonely.
Dinner was much more fun than the god awful bus ride. The league had rented out the biggest Izakaya he’d ever seen and he packed into a long booth with Osamu, Sunarin, Sakusa, Komori, Aran, Hinata, Kageyama, Hoshiumi, and Koganegawa. He kept having to hold back a laugh at Sakusa’s grimace from having been dragged to such a chaotic table by his cousin. He and Kageyama were the only ones who didn’t yell everything they said to be heard over the noise. Sakusa mumbled his quips under his breath so only the people next to him, Komori and Atsumu, could hear; and Kageyama mostly kept quiet, watching Hinata socialize and occasionally shouting something that usually made little to no sense and was usually arguing with his boyfriend.
“Oh oh oh!” Koganegawa, a tall blonde newbie on the Frogs who seemed to be one of Hinata’s hundreds of friends from high school, shouted, “Tsukishima-kun’s really good with kids!”
“No way!” Hinata and Kageyama shouted together.
“Yeah! You should see him when he gives tours at the museum! The little kids all cling onto him and he answers all their questions super nice-like!”
“What the hell?!” Hinata roared, “He always gets mad at me when I ask him questions!”
“Me too! But he’s such a softy when there are little kids!”
“Is that why he always tells me no when I ask to come see him at the museum?!”
“Probably!”
“Nah,” Atsumu chimed in, “No way four-eyes is that good with kids. I bet ‘e just scares ‘em into behavin’. I however,” He pridefully put a hand to his chest, “Am amazin’ with kids. They love me!”
“That’s just ‘cause you have the brain of a kid,” Osamu quipped with a mouth full of karaage.
“Shuddup, you scrub!” Atsumu flipped his brother off and got a matching middle finger in return, “Come on, tell ‘em!” He whined, “Sho-kun, Omi-omi. Tell ‘em how good I am with our little fans!”
“Yeah!” Hinata defended his teammate.
“Sure, if your embarrassing baby voice is what you’d call ‘good’ with kids,” Sakusa said flatly.
“Omi-omi yer so mean!”
The others at the table laughed even though almost none of them had actually heard what Sakusa had said.
“Come on, Omi,” Atsumu said, popping out his bottom lip, “Tell ‘em I’m good with kids. Pwease?”
Sakusa choked and Komori thumped him on the back.
“Why the actual fuck are you talking like that to me ?” His fair cheeks had gone red, probably from the rice that had been blocking his airway.
Atsumu cackled. “Bahahah! Yer reaction was even better than I expected!” He collapsed against Sakusa’s shoulder as he cracked up. He felt Sakusa tense up under him, but, shockingly, he didn’t push him off. He still stopped leaning on him anyway, since he was probably making him uncomfortable. “Yaknow, Omi-omi, yer better with kids than I’d expect. You had a really long conversation with the little girl after our last game.”
He shrugged. “As long as they don’t touch me or expect me to take their gross gifts, it’s fine. Being friendly with fans is a mandatory part of the job.”
Atsumu snickered. “Ya make it sound like ya hate talkin’ to fans. But I think that ya actually like it. ‘Specially the really shy kids.”
“As if,” Sakusa said coolly, though he was looking at his plate instead of at Atsumu, which was a sure sign of an Omi-omi lie.
“Don’t worry, Omi-omi. I won’t tell anyone yer secret,” Atsumu said with a wink.
Sakusa rolled his eyes and Atsumu flashed him a toothy grin.
“Right, Tsum-Tsum?!” He heard Hinata say his name, pulling him back into the conversation at large.
“Wha?”
Sakusa had just gotten dressed after his thorough shower when someone pounded on their hotel room door. He and Motoya made confused eye contact, but then his cousin shrugged and opened the door. Atsumu confidently strode in and flopped down on the chair in the corner. He made sure to keep a wide birth from Sakusa’s bed, made up with his own sheets and blankets from home.
“What do you think you’re doing here?” Sakusa asked sternly.
“Take pity on me, kicked out by my own twin brother!”
Sakusa rolled his eyes at his dramatics. “What did you do?”
“I didn’t do nothin’!”
Sakusa still looked like he wasn’t believing a word Atsumu was saying, but Komori burst out laughing.
“They really kicked you out to hook up?!”
“Yeah!”
“Doesn’t your brother have a place in Tokyo?” Sakusa asked, “Why wouldn’t they just go there?”
“Ta piss me off!” Atsumu huffed, “And ‘cause Samu’s apartment is above the shop ‘n Sunarin says its too far away from the venue t’ bother.”
“That still doesn’t explain why you’re here ,” Sakusa said, sitting on the edge of his bed, shrewd eyes still on Atsumu. Only the redness at the tips of his ears and the way he tilted a little to one side when he sat gave away that he was still a little tipsy from dinner.
“Sho-kun and Bokkun are both stayin’ at their partners’ places.”
“There are still more than a hundred other volleyball players staying in this hotel.” Sakusa had never been one to adhere to conventional social graces, but he was staring at Atsumu so intently that Atsumu thought he might’ve been trying to make him burst into flames with just his mind.
“Yeah, but I’m not as close with any a them,” Atsumu said, suddenly feeling a little shy.
“Whatever,” Sakusa muttered, finally looking away.
“Yeah, you can hang here until they’re done,” Komori said, thoroughly amused. He picked up the book he’d left open on the bed and went back to reading.
Sakusa was facing away from Atsumu, honestly kind of awkwardly facing the headboard as he hunched over his phone.
“Omi-omi,” Atsumu sing-songed, leaning forward in the chair.
“What?” He glared over his shoulder.
“Entertain me.” He grinned at his teammate.
“No,” Sakusa deadpanned.
“Please?” He batted his eyelashes.
“You’re just going to keep pestering me until I say yes, aren’t you?”
“Yep!”
“Fine. How am I supposed to entertain you?” Sakusa’s hair was still a little damp and the flush of the sake still in his system was brushing his cheeks with a cute pink.
“Umm,” Atsumu hadn’t actually thought about it, “Truth or dare?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Heh. I woulda been surprised if you’d agreed ta that.”
“So why ask?”
“Worth a try.”
Sakusa rolled his eyes.
“Never have I ever?”
“Why are you so fixated on these childish games?”
“I dunno.”
“Kiyoomi has literally only ever agreed to play those games once in his life,” Komori chimed in.
“Ooh! Who got ya ta play ‘em?”
Sakusa said, “None of your business,” at the same time Komori said, “The upperclassmen in our first year.”
“Are ya sayin’ that if I got Meian to tell Omi-kun to play with us, he would?”
“No.”
“Yeah, probably not.”
“Damn. Well, guess you gotta entertain me some other way.”
Sakusa just frowned at him.
“Tell me ‘bout these upperclassmen that got ya t’ play slumber party games.”
“How ‘bout we just play cards.”
“Okie dokie!”
Sakusa made Atsumu wash his hands then laid his last clean towel on the foot of his bed for Atsumu to sit on. Atsumu was honestly surprised he was allowed on the bed at all, probably only because he’d clearly taken a shower and changed out of his outdoor clothes before getting kicked out by his so-called ‘brother’ and ‘friend’.
Sakusa took the plastic wrap off of a new deck of cards. It was V League themed with each suit made up of notable starters from two different teams (Liberos were the jokers and you didn’t know which liberos you’d get until you opened it). Unsurprisingly, MSBY and the Schweden Adlers were paired up as the hearts.
“Ooh look, Meian is the king! Take that Hirugami-san!”
Sakusa turned his head away in a futile attempt to hide the little smile that accompanied his amused huff.
Atsumu grinned and leaned forward. “Ya don’t gotta pretend that cha don’t think ‘m funny, Omi-kun. My ego won’t get that much bigger.”
“Yes it will.”
“Okay maybe,” Atsumu admitted, making Sakusa’s mouth pull back into a reluctant smile, “But only ‘cause Omi-omi laughs are extra special.”
Sakusa’s dark brown eyes widened just a little. Atsumu couldn’t tear his own eyes away. He racked his brain for more he could say to get him to react like that or actually break and laugh.
“Way to just tell me what cards you have,” Sakusa said, voice not as unaffected as usual.
“How can you expect me not ta show ya when people we know are on our playing cards?! Wait! Am I on one?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see if you get yourself.”
“Omi-omi,” Atsumu said seriously, pointing at the other man, “If you get a card with me on it, you hafta show me.”
“No I don’t.”
“Yes you do”
Sakusa sighed. “ If I get a card with you on it, I’ll show you after I win.”
“And what if ya lose?”
“Then I guess you’ll never know.”
“ Omi! ”
Komori snorted from the other bed and shook his head at their bickering. Atsumu had honestly forgotten he was there.
A few turns later, Atsumu drew a card and gasped. He got a big goofy grin on his face and he bounced a little on the mattress.
“You got yourself,” Sakusa concluded.
“Nope!”
Sakusa clearly wasn’t convinced. “Yeah? Why else are you grinning like an idiot?”
Atsumu snickered smugly. “Cause I got me one Sakusa Kiyoomi-omi!” He flipped around the jack of hearts that had a picture of Sakusa the moment after a spike, freaky wrist practically folded in half.
Sakusa’s eyes got wide again and Atsumu thought, though it might’ve been a trick of the dim hotel room lighting, that the flush on his cheeks got a little deeper.
“Look at you,” Atsumu said, pushing the card closer to Sakusa, “My spiker all cool and collected. We definitely won that game, I bet.”
“I don’t even know what game that was,” Sakusa said, clearly starting to get a little flustered.
“Whatever game it was, you were clearly in peak form. Whoever picked these photos musta been a big Omi-omi fan.”
“All the pictures are like that,” He deflected.
“I dunno. I think yers is especially good.” Atsumu was having fun making Sakusa turn progressively pinker, but he also meant everything he was saying. It was a great picture and it made Atsumu proud to see any of his spikers looking so great, particularly Sakusa… for some reason.
“Are you going to take your turn or just keep fangirling over our coworkers?”
Atsumu looked down at his hand of cards covered with action shots of his friends and his smile softened. “Ya got these from a fan, right?”
“No,” Sakusa said, convincing no one.
“Am I supposed ta believe that ya went out and bought these yerself?”
He kept quiet, looking at his cards instead of at Atsumu even though Atsumu was sure he knew every card he had.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell our fans that yer accepting gifts now.”
“She wore a mask, left it in the wrapping, and wiped it off with disinfectant before giving it to me. I couldn’t say no,” He spoke more softly than usual.
“Cute,” The word fell out of Atsumu’s mouth more than he actually said it. Suddenly he was sure that he’d turned pinker than Sakusa because he’d just called Sakusa cute to his face, and not even in a teasing way, totally sincerely and without even thinking.
Like a gift from the gods, Atsumu’s phone started ringing. He answered it without even looking at who it was, hurriedly swiveling around so Sakusa couldn’t see his face. “Hello?”
“Sumu, where the hell are ya?”
“I’m in Omi-omi’s room cause ya scrubs kicked me out!”
“Sakusa actually let you in his room?” Osamu chuckled.
“Yeah! Omi-omi likes me! Right, Omi?” He spun around and held out the phone to Sakusa who had his head in one hand, looking very exasperated.
“It’s up for debate,” Sakusa said without looking at either the phone or at Atsumu.
“That’s not a no!” Atsumu said triumphantly, making Komori laugh and Sakusa sigh.
“Whatever,” Osamu replied, “I thought you’d just be at the hotel bar. There’re a buncha players there. Thought you’d be schmoozin’ the women’s and d2 teams trying t’ get yer New Year’s kiss locked down.”
“Ugh! You already reminded me how single I am by kickin’ me out ta bang yer fiancé, don’t remind me I don’t have anyone ta kiss tomorrow either!”
“Jeez, sorry. You can come back whenever.”
“You owe me ice cream fer a week.”
“Fer the weekend.”
“Hell nah! Everythin’ is catered this weekend. Ya owe me ice cream for a week when we’re both back in Osaka.”
“Five days of ice cream when we’re back.”
“Deal.”
After Atsumu hung up on his twin, Komori said, “Guess you’re free to go back now.”
“Yep!”
“Not gonna finish your game though?” Komori tilted his head toward the other bed where Sakusa was sitting, quietly shuffling cards.
“Oh.” Atsumu suddenly felt bad for taking a call in the middle of playing a game with Sakusa.
“I already shuffled our hands back into the deck,” Sakusa said as he slipped the cards back into their little box.
“Oh. Guess I’ll just hafta kick yer ass another time.”
Sakusa just nodded once and, stupidly, Atsumu was a little happy that he hadn’t scoffed at the idea of playing cards with him again.
“See ya tomorrow!” He said on his way out the door.
Atsumu didn’t realize until he’d flopped down on his own hotel bed that he was feeling a lot better than he had when he woke up in this bed to go to dinner. He hugged the duvet (it wasn’t as soft as the banket Sakusa brought from home) to his chest and smiled to himself as Osamu flicked off the light.
The next morning was filled with practice games. The whole reason the entire V League had gathered in Tokyo in the first place was for fundraising, so the stands were filled with V League investors and high donors. And they weren’t your average practice games either. The players from all the teams were mixed up into brand new teams, chosen by the donors.
To start with, Atsumu got drafted onto the third highest donor’s team along with Aran, Komori, Tsukishima, Yamamoto, Kyotani, and Kindaichi. They were a chaotic team who argued more than they scored and poor Aran and Komori were exhausted from trying to get them to actually work together. Needless to say, they lost their three set match to the team of Kageyama, Bokuto, Suna, Washio, Goshiki, Shibayama, and Daisho.
At least the crowd was enjoying it, cheering their teams and laughing raucously when a team of players who’d never been on the same side of the net messed up. Atsumu was laughing off the slip ups at the beginning too, but losing to Kageyama was a surefire way to get him worked up. He was fuming at the end of their match and even through watching a match where Hinata and Hoshiumi zipped around like little flies on one side of the net while having Koganegawa setting to them.
After the first round of shuffled games, the next round of donors got to make their teams. When a woman in an expensive skirt suit called Atsumu’s name, he actually cheered.
“Omi-omi thank Kita’s gods!” He yelled, running at his familiar teammate and the first to be picked for their new team. Suksa just rolled his eyes at him. “We're gonna crush ‘em!” Atsumu cheered, doing what he normally did when he wanted to high five or hug or just generally touch Sakusa out of excitement but did want a bendy finger to the eye, which was to just run and bounce circles around him.
“As long as you don’t perform as terribly as you did before,” Sakusa replied, deadpan.
Atsumu clapped a hand to his chest like he’d just been shot. “ I was playin’ amazing!”
The smug set to Sakusa’s mouth and his raised eyebrows said he thought otherwise. His makeshift team had won their match. Sakusa had been hitting sets from his high school captain, Iizuna and, frankly, Atsumu wasn’t happy about it. Sakusa was his spiker now.
Suna was the next to join their team and Atsumu actually pumped his fist while chanting “Dream team! Dream team!”
“You’re ridiculous,” Sakusa told him.
“I know right,” Suna chimed in.
“Y’all are just rude. Y’all’ll be just as excited as me when we win!”
And with a team of them, Ushijima, Hoshiumi, Kai, and Shibayama they absolutely did win. The rich people in the stands probably couldn’t tell because their expressions seemed just as disinterested as ever, but Atsumu knew that he was right and that Sakusa and Suna were fired up from that game.
As all the players all retreated to the locker rooms, Atsumu walked backwards to face Sakusa.
“Told ya. We got the dream team!” He grinned at him while pushing his sweaty blond hair off his forehead.
“I’m telling Hinata and Bokuto that your dream team doesn’t include them,” Sakusa retorted.
Atsumu’s eyes blew wide. “No! You’ll break their little hearts. ‘Sides I just mean that yer on my dream team.”
Sakusa’s pretty brown eyes widened for a moment. Atsumu thought his surprised reaction would make him smug, but actually ended up feeling a little shy himself.
“And Sunarin, I guess,” He added both because he meant it and because he didn’t want to arm Sakusa with more people he could get to pester him.
After they’d both showered, Atsumu popped his head out of his shirt and said, “Don’t worry, Omi-omi, ya don’t need ta say that I’m on yer dream team too. I already know that.”
“Sure,” Sakusa replied unenthusiastically. He’d gotten dressed at the speed of light in an attempt to spend as little time in the overcrowded locker room as possible, so he pulled on his MSBY jacket, picked up his gym bag, and quickly left Atsumu behind.
Atsumu added his flashy MSBY gold tie to his all black suit and then turned to his brother and Suna who’d both finished getting ready before him.
“How do I look? ‘S my hair good?” He ran a self conscious hand over his product-filled hair.
“Do ya really want me ta answer that?” Suna asked, not even looking up from his phone.
“Shut up! Ya didn’t even look at me!”
“You look fine,” Osamu assured him, “Can we go now?”
Atsumu checked his appearance in the mirror one more time before they left for the huge event space on the top floor of the hotel. This party was another level of fundraiser where the donors could socialize with the players and bid on things in a silent auction. Atsumu was so ready to have a bunch of rich assholes tell him how impressive and good-looking he was.
Though it was only about an hour into the event when he got tired of schmoozing people who thought his accent was just “so quaint.” He managed to make up an excuse to get away from the people he’d been talking to and escaped over to the table where Hinata, Kageyama, and Bokuto’s husband were stuffing their faces with the fancy little appetizers.
“Ugh!” He groaned to announce his presence.
Keiji nodded like he was glad it was his husband and not him whose job it was to entertain the masses.
“Hey, Tsumu!” Hinata said brightly. Buff little ball of extroverted energy he was, Atsumu was pretty sure he was only hiding over here to fuel up and keep Kageyama company for a minute before charging back into the fray to make even more people fall in love with him.
“How much longer ‘til they leave?” Atsumu asked, stealing a mini quiche from Kageyama’s plate and getting an absolute death stare in return.
Hinata checked the time on his phone. “Hour and a half-ish.”
“Ugh!” Atsumu dramatically flopped his head down on the table.
“Still sad about not having a New Year’s kiss?” He asked, so genuine Atsumu couldn’t even be mad at him for bringing it back up.
“‘M pretty sure I just got an offer fer a sugar daddy,” Atsumu jabbed his thumb back at the dude in the brown suit with mostly gray hair who he’d been trapped in a conversation with for far too long, “But I still got nobody decent ta kiss at midnight.”
Hinata giggled and not so discreetly looked at the man who’d offered Atsumu loads of money in exchange for… well, it wasn’t totally clear but Atsumu was pretty sure he wasn’t just getting another ad modeling contract.
“Ha, I win,” Kageyama said, smirking at the other setter.
“Shut the fuck up Tobio,” Atsumu retorted, reaching over the table to try and mess up his short black hair, but Kageyama ducked out of the way, “I betcha didn’t even give a shit ‘bout kissin’ at midnight ‘til ya found out you could win at somethin.’”
Hinata giggled. He leaned his chin against Kageyama’s arm and grinned at his boyfriend.
Atsumu pretended to gag and heard Keiji breathe a chuckle into his glass. “Bokuto-san,” Atsumu whined, “Tell them ta stop bein’ gross.”
“As if that would stop them,” Keiji said matter of factly.
Atsumu sighed. “Yer right. And if Bokkun were here, you’d be even worse.” He pointed an accusatory finger at his teammate’s husband. (Bokuto was in the middle of the floor having a great time socializing with the donors and other team members.)
“You’re not wrong.” Keiji Bokuto smiled to himself and Atsumu rolled his eyes so hard it almost hurt. He decided he needed another drink, so he left the table of paired-off people to find a new glass (maybe glass es ) of champagne.
After downing another glass of presumably expensive champagne that didn’t taste any better than the cheap stuff they’d buy when it was just him, Osamu, and a couple friends celebrating in Onigiri Miya after close, Atsumu approached the small circle where Osamu and Suna were chatting with some people they’d known in high school. Tsukishima looked at Atsumu with an expression that clearly said he’d have flipped him off if they weren’t surrounded by their bosses and the people whose asses their bosses kiss. Atsumu stuck his tongue out at him.
But Osamu knew what Atsumu tugging on his jacket sleeve meant and excused himself to lean against a back wall with his brother.
“Gimme yer phone,” Osamu said, holding out his hand.
“Why?” Atsumu argued.
“So ya don’t do something’ dumb.”
“Like what?”
Osamu raised his eyebrows.
“I will not redownload Tinder!” Atsumu insisted, simultaneously handing over his phone.
The nice thing about having a twin was that Atsumu didn’t have to say anything, didn’t have to say “I’m lonely” or “will I ever find someone?” And Osamu didn’t have to say anything to try and make him feel better. They just had to be together.
Suddenly, Atsumu burst out laughing. For a moment, Osamu was worried he’d finally snapped, but Atsumu waved away his concern. “Sorry, just,” He had to stop to giggle a little more, “Just look at ‘im.” He pointed across the room to the corner where Sakusa was slouching, hands shoved in his pockets and black mask not remotely hiding his irritated expression. “Heheheh, poor Omi-kun. ‘E’s actually havin’ even less fun than me.” Atsumu couldn’t help but laugh, grumpy Omi was just too cute.
Finally, the sponsors left to go to some other fancy shmancy New Year’s party. After a brief announcement about how much money they raised from the silent auction, the V League employees were free to actually party. After another glass of champagne and being convinced by Bokuto and Hinata to dance, Atsumu was beginning to feel less like he was doomed to be single forever. That is, until 11:59, when everybody started pairing off for the countdown.
He watched Suna pull his brother closer, both of them smiling at each other like they were the only people in the world, so stupid in love. Bokuto was holding both of Keiji’s hands and swinging them back and forth, his already impressive everyday level of excitement somehow doubled by the holiday and the alcohol. And, as promised, even Ushijima had a partner to smile at.
Atsumu thought for a moment about escaping, but, when he looked for the door, Sakusa was suddenly beside him. Atsumu actually lurched a little because he hadn’t seen him approach at all; it was as if he’d just teleported there.
“Didja come ta be alone with me?” Atsumu asked with a teasing grin.
“Sure,” Sakusa said, looking disinterestedly at the countdown on the projector screen. He’d taken off his mask and, looking at him, Atsumu was struck with just how good he looked.
“10!” Everyone yelled together, “9!”
Sakusa had on a gray blazer that fit him perfectly over a hunter green turtleneck that the mole behind his jaw just peaked out of.
“8! 7!”
For some reason, having Sakusa next to him was actually making him feel a little lighter.
“6!”
“Happy New Year, Omi-omi.”
“5! 4!”
Sakusa finally looked away from the countdown and met Atsumu’s eyes. Atsumu wasn’t sure what the expression on his face meant.
“3! 2! 1!”
Sakusa pulled Atsumu into a kiss by the lapels of his jacket. Atsumu gasped against his mouth before his eyes fluttered shut and he tilted his head up to deepen the kiss. In stark contrast to the grip he had on Atsumu’s jacket, the kiss was surprisingly gentle.
When Sakusa pulled away, Atsumu instinctively leaned forward to chase his lips, but, met with nothing but air, he finally opened his eyes again and found that Sakusa had teleported away again.
“Huh?” He stood on his toes to look through the crowd and the confetti still fluttering through the air until he found a head of black curls speed-walking to the door. Atsumu took off, trying to weave through the sea of tipsy volleyball players without losing sight of Sakusa.
“Miya-kun,” A brick wall of a human stood in his path, “Congratulations.” The brick wall turned out to be Ushijima.
“Oh thanks. Wait, what?” Atsumu tried to juke around him but the Guess Monster with his spiky red hair buzzed short leaned into his way.
“We heard you were making out with Sakusa Kiyoomi!” Tendo said, waving a long finger in Atsumu’s direction.
“I hadn’t heard that you were dating yet,” Ushijima said matter-of-factly, “I’m glad.”
“Thanks, I guess,” Atsumu said, watching the door to the hallway swing shut, “Gotta go!” He skirted around the couple and ran out the door into the hotel hallway. Sakusa was nowhere to be seen.
Atsumu tried to calm his pounding heart in the elevator down to the fourth floor, but it was no use. All he could think about was Sakusa’s lips.
As he banged on the door of the hotel room he’d camped out in the night before, he was planning to ask Sakusa why he did it. But, when Sakusa opened the door, cheeks all pink and brown eyes slightly worried, all Atsumu could do was kiss him.
Sakusa kissed him back eagerly and Atsumu swore he could taste the relief on his lips. He wrapped an arm around Atsumu’s back and pulled him into the room, let the door shut behind them, and then pushed Atsumu against it. Sakusa was less gentle this time and Atsumu’s mouth was even hungrier, sucking hard on Sakusa’s bottom lip.
“Omi,” Atsumu breathed as Sakusa cupped his face in one hand.
Sakusa broke the kiss and took in Atsumu’s face. He grinned softly and then started pressing kisses to his cheeks and nose and anywhere else his furious blush touched.
“Omi.”
“Hmm?”
“Why’d ya kiss me?” Though it was clear Atsumu had no complaints as he had slid both hands beneath Sakusa’s blazer and fisted them in his shirt.
“Why do you think?” He tilted Atsumu’s head up by the chin and gently bumped their noses.
With absolutely anyone else, there would be at least the teeniest chance it was out of pity, but Sakusa would never let someone explore his mouth with their tongue just because they wanted a New Year’s kiss. Atsumu smirked. “‘Cause ya like me?”
“Yeah.” Sakusa started to loosen Atsumu’s tie, but got interrupted by Atsumu throwing both arms around his neck and kissing him hard. Feeling the smile on his lips only encouraged Atsumu more.
Still, Sakusa’s nimble fingers unbuttoned Atsumu’s jacket and loosened his tie enough to pull over his head. “Off,” He instructed, pushing the jacket off of his shoulders.
“You too,” Atsumu said when he pulled away to do as he was told. He hooked a finger under Sakusa’s turtleneck and found the mole he’d been looking at earlier with his mouth as Sakusa undid the buttons of his black shirt.
Sakusa had a hand on Atsumu’s chest before he’d even pulled his shirt the rest of the way off. Atsumu smiled cockily and pushed Sakusa back until he had to sit down on the bed. Sakusa pulled his shirt over his head as Atsumu straddled his lap.
Atsumu couldn’t get enough of the way Sakusa tasted, the feeling of his soft skin against his own, and the way he liked to hold Atsumu’s face with one hand while letting the other explore. Atsumu rolled his hips and Sakusa groaned at the friction. Atsumu swallowed the sound.
He pushed Sakusa down onto the bed and mapped his chest with his mouth, drawing more pretty noises from his throat.
Suddenly there was the noise of a door opening and shutting. Atsumu sat up and looked back at the closed door. “Huh?”
“Pfft.”
All at once, Atsumu didn’t care about the door anymore, because Sakusa was laughing.
“Sorry Motoya,” Sakusa chuckled, covering his smile with the back of his hand.
Atsumu pulled his hand away and kissed him deeply. It was his turn to groan into his mouth when Sakusa took a handful of ass.
“Omi,” Atsumu whispered, asking for permission as he slid his hand down Sakusa’s hip and ran his thumb under the waistband of his pants, “Can I?”
“Yeah,” Sakusa muttered before sitting them back up and unbuckling his belt.
Atsumu couldn’t help but touch him before he even got his belt off, pressing the bulge in his pants to relieve the pressure and hear him intake a sharp breath of pleasure at the feeling. He kept at it, rubbing away any softness left as Sakusa undid his belt too.
Sakusa kissed his neck and felt him through his boxers. “Let’s hurry up and go shower.”
“Aww,” Atsumu complained, “But I don’t like shower sex. ‘M scared that I’m gonna slip.”
“We don’t have to do anything there, but we’re showering first regardless,” Sakusa said, his serious expression cracked open by Atsumu grinding against him.
“I shoulda expected,” Atsumu chuckled, then smacked a kiss on Sakusa’s forehead, “Hurry up then.” He got up and dragged Sakusa by the wrist into the hotel bathroom.
They did not fuck in the shower, just engaged in some excellent foreplay and found out that making out while washing your hair is a great way to get shampoo in both of your eyes.
Komori closed his eyes as he gave the door to his hotel room a second try. “If you’re somehow still going, it’s time to cut it out,” He said to the room at large, eyes still closed, “I would like to sleep in my own room.” He peaked one eye open at the lack of response and/or unholy noises.
He couldn’t help but grin when he saw his cousin fast asleep, an equally conked out Atsumu held to his chest. He decided to ignore the bruises, and one painful looking bite mark, he could see on Sakusa’s chest.
He set Atsumu’s phone on the bedside table next to Kiyoomi’s before finally getting ready for bed.
Though he wasn’t exactly thrilled to be kept out of his own hotel room after a long day of practice games and partying, it was pretty fun to be the one to tell Osamu that his twin wasn’t wandering phoneless and drunk around Tokyo looking for something self-destructive to indulge in and was, in fact, down the hall hooking up with Komori’s cousin.
After a long moment of the gears in Osamu’s brain trying their darndest to understand what Komori had just told him, he asked, “Sakusa Kiyoomi? That Sakusa Kiyoomi?”
“Yeah,” Komori chuckled, “He has it bad for Atsumu.”
“Atsumu too,” Suna said, not looking up from his phone.
“What?!” Osamu whipped around to look at his fiancé.
“Yeah,” Suna looked at his partner like he was missing a screw, “You haven’t noticed that he talks more about Sakusa than anyone else on his team?”
“Well, yeah,” Osamu admitted, “But he’d always complainin’ about ‘im.”
Suna leveled him with a judgemental stare. “His love language is being an asshole. It’s yers too when it comes to yer brother.”
“Okay but Sumu and me fightin’ is different!”
“Yeah,” Komori chimed in, “When Kiyoomi and Atsumu fight, it’s 99% sexual tension.”
Suna pointed at Komori to emphasize his statement.
Atsumu woke up nice and warm, Sakusa’s chest pressed to his back. He turned over to get a good look at his sleeping face.
“Mmm?” Sakusa grumbled, roused by the movement.
“Mm, good,” Atsumu said, mostly to himself, and leaned his forehead against Sakusa’s chest.
“Mmm?” Sakusa hummed again, more awake now.
“Was worried I might’ve dreamt the whole thing,” Atsumu admitted, “Thought I might wake up with nothin’ but a boner.”
He expected Sakusa to scoff at him, but he actually tilted Atsumu’s head up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. That kiss, and the pleasant ache of Atsumu’s heart, were very much real.
“Oh, the love birds are awake,” Came a voice from behind Atsumu. Suddenly, he remembered that Komori had very briefly walked in on them making out the night before and his whole face lit up with embarrassment. Sakusa pointedly ignored his cousin.
The bus was considerably less lively as the Osaka teams piled on to go home late on New Year’s Day. But even after partying well into the new year, Hinata was as bouncy and sunshiny as ever.
“Okay, Tsumu!” He said as Atsumu made his way to the back of the bus where he and Bokuto were already sitting, “We came up with a plan to make sure you have the best New Year’s kiss ever next year!”
“Who is ‘we?’” Atsumu asked, appreciative but suspect.
“Me, Bokkun, and Inuaki!”
“And Keiji and Kageyama-kun!” Bokuto chimed in.
“They didn’t help at all!” Inuaki corrected.
“Keiji-san just ruled out some of our more dangerous ideas,” Hinata giggled.
Atsumu pointed at the redhead. “ Tobio-kun is not allowed ta meddle in my love life. He’d still be single if ya didn’t have terrible taste in men.”
Hinata just laughed harder.
“Thanks, Sho-kun, but I don’t need yer help. I already got a New Year’s kiss.” He grinned smugly.
“From who?!” Inuaki demanded.
“My boyfriend.”
“Huh?” Suddenly, Atsumu had all of his teammates’ attention.
Atsumu raised his hand revealing Sakusa’s fingers interlaced with his own.
“HUH?!”
Atsumu cackled at the utter shock on all of their teammate’s faces. Sakusa just nudged him forward so they could take their seats.
“You’re joking!” Inuaki shouted.
“Nope!” Atsumu said proudly.
“Sakusa-kun?” Meian said, trying not to let his own disbelief show and hurt their feelings.
“Is it really that surprising?” Sakusa shot back.
They watched their captain really think about it. “No. Actually it’s not,” He decided.
“This is so great!” Bokuto cheered, shaking Atsumu by the shoulders.
“Thanks, Bokkun. Now lemme go.”
Bokuto got out his phone, clearly to text Keiji the news.
Sakusa slouched down in his seat and rested his head on Atsumu’s shoulder. Atsumu, tuning out the excitement around him for a moment, pushed Sakusa’s bangs up and pressed a kiss to his forehead.