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There's the click of someone's phone camera going off and all of a sudden, Atsumu is jumping out of Sakusa's lap and over the back of the couch.
"Inunaki if I see that picture on Instagram I'm going to murder you."
The libero cackles and starts running out of the living room, tapping furiously at his phone. "Too late it's already posted!"
Atsumu tackles Inunaki and puts him into a headlock. "Delete it right now."
Inunaki laughs again. “It’s too late, it already has ten thousand likes and it’s probably been screenshotted, which means if I take it down there’s only going to be more questions.”
Sakusa groans, listening to their conversation from where he’s burrowed into the couch cushions. “I don’t wanna be trending on twitter again,” he whines. “I’m not even dating Miya, the fans are delusional.”
Inunaki makes a face and he looks like he really wants to say something, but he keeps his mouth shut.
“You love me Omi, admit it.” says Atsumu, finally dropping Inunaki out of the headlock and running to and then jumping on top of the curly haired man.
“Get off of me!”
Atsumu wraps his arms around him and tucks his head on top of Sakusa’s, trapping him there.
“Miya,” says Sakusa threateningly. It doesn’t stop Atsumu, who cuddles him harder.
“Atsumu,” he whines, and the bleached blonde finally gets off of him, pulling Sakusa up so they’re both sitting up and swinging his feet into Sakusa’s lap.
The use of his given name makes Atsumu smile, and Sakusa scrunches up his nose.
“Your smile is disgusting.”
Atsumu throws a pillow at him.
Sakusa catches it and throws it back at him like he's spiking a volleyball at full force, and Atsumu dodges out of the way just seconds too late. He clutches the side of his face, groaning in pain. "It's going to bruise, Omi, and I have a photoshoot next week."
The spiker rolls his eyes. "It's a pillow, Miya, it's not going to bruise you."
Atsumu frowns. "I hate you."
"I hate you too," says Sakusa. It feels strangely intimate, like how a couple would say ‘I love you’ and Inunaki coughs, reminding them that he's still standing in the room with them.
They scoot a few inches apart from each other, suddenly realizing how close they are.
Inunaki walks over to the folding plastic table that is currently serving as their coffee table ever since Bokuto broke the last one, and picks up the tv remote and puts on Brooklyn 99. They need to get a new one, but ever since the team's last trip to IKEA, which had ended with Atsumu and Hinata trying to race the flatbed carts in the parking lot and almost being hit by cars, Foster and Meian had been hesitant to let them go back.
Atsumu and Sakusa don’t pay attention to the show, Inunaki assumes that the setter is probably flirting with fans on Twitter, and Sakusa is doing god knows what. Inunaki guesses that he’s the one who runs the MSBY fun facts and updates account on Twitter, the one that tweets things like ‘Miya Atsumu has passed away 💔’ and ‘Bokuto Koutaro has explored ninety percent of the world’s oceans but refuses to share what he’s found’ but he’s too afraid to ask.
Most of the team, except for Atsumu, Hinata, and Bokuto keep their distance from Sakusa. He’s always been distant, not talking to the rest of the team except for the occasional ‘nice kill’ or witty comment. He’s more open over text, making everyone in the team group chat laugh whenever he makes fun of Atsumu. Inunaki thinks he’s more comfortable with the three of them because he’s known them since high school, and they know his boundaries better.
After a while, there’s a shout of Bokuto’s signature “Hey, hey hey!” from the front door, and then he comes barrelling into the dorms, arms full of groceries.
“Can I go into the kitchen? I’ll just put the stuff away, I won’t touch the stove, I promise, ” he asks Meian, who walks in behind him. Ever since he almost burned the dorms down while trying to cook Hinata a surprise breakfast for his birthday, he’s not allowed to set foot in the kitchen except for during meals.
Meian sighs and nods, and Bokuto sets the groceries on the counter. Sakusa gets up, shoving Atsumu’s feet off of his lap and walking into the kitchen to see what Bokuto bought.
“Did you seriously only buy energy drinks and snacks? Have you ever heard of a vegetable?” Sakusa’s voice floats into the living room from the kitchen and Meian and Inunaki both have to stifle a laugh.
Bokuto makes a face. “Vegetables suck.”
“You’re right, but how the hell are we supposed to make dinner with this?”
“We?” Atsumu shouts from the living room. “You can’t cook for shit, Omi-kun.”
“Shut up, Miya.”
Bokuto laughs. “Mean, Omi.”
“As I should be,” Sakusa shoots back. “Miya!” he calls. “Can you just make us Onigiri for dinner.”
“Fuck no, do I look like your personal chef?”
“Well, I would ask Hinata, but he has a date with Tobio tonight, and you’re the only one left who can cook actually decent food.” Sakusa replies.
“Hinata has a what now?” Inunaki shouts.
Atsumu sighs. “Fine. But only because you need to be in top shape for our upcoming tournament and you won’t be if you just eat junk food.”
Sakusa grins, finally having gotten his way. He usually does when it comes to Atsumu.
Barnes, one of their middle blockers, has a theory that Sakusa and Atsumu are secretly in love and fight to hide it. He’s always trying to discreetly walk in on them making out, or catch them holding hands. Everyone thinks it’s ridiculous, except for Hinata, who’s a hopeless romantic.
Inunaki repeats his question. “Since when the hell does Hinata have a significant other?”
Atsumu stares at him. “Since his third year of high school?”
“What the fuck,” Inunaki says. “No one told me.”
Sakusa laughs. “Didn’t you see the way they stared at each other during our game against the Adlers? The sexual tension was killing me.”
“I was too busy with making my flawless receives,” Inunaki says defensively. “And it’s not like I know them well enough to pick up on that, I thought they were just rivals.”
“I think everyone else already knew,” says Bokuto with a laugh.
Inunaki makes a face. “I’ve been betrayed,” he shouts. “I thought you all trusted me.”
Hinata walks into the kitchen, disturbed by the commotion. “Where’s the fire?” he asks.
“Inunaki just found out that you and Tobio-kun are together,” Atsumu replies.
The orange haired spiker laughs. “It took you that long? Don’t you remember when I got drunk and made a whole twitter thread about how much I love him?”
“I was blackout drunk, Shoyo, I don’t remember a single thing from that night,” Inunaki says.
Hinata laughs again. "Fair point. And no one betrayed you, Inunaki, you were just too dumb to catch on."
Inunaki scoffs. "Mean."
"Good for him," Sakusa says. "You've learned from the best, Sho."
Hinata smiles at the praise. "Thanks Omi-san."
"I hate that of all people, the two of you chose to become friends," says Meian.
“I didn’t choose the Shoyo loving life, the Shoyo loving life chose me,” Sakusa says, carefully accepting a high five from the fellow spiker.
Inunaki laughs.
“You terrify me,” Meian adds. “Ever since we had the prank war I’m afraid to be in the same room as both of you.
Hinata and Sakusa grin wickedly. It’s still strange for some of the team to see Sakusa’s smile, some of them are still used to him wearing a mask most of the time. In the two months they've been living together, he's started to open up around them, being less careful and talking to them more.
"Stop smiling like that, you're making me paranoid."
"Always watch your back," says Hinata, smile widening.
"You two are going to be the death of me," Atsumu says.
"You can count on it," both of them reply.
Atsumu wakes to a faceful of something wet.
At first he thinks it’s raining, but no, that can’t be, he’s ninety percent sure that he’s indoors. He groans and opens his eyes, just for more water to get into them. He rubs his eyes and when he finally opens them, he looks up to see Sakusa Kiyoomi towering over him, wielding a spray bottle that’s currently pointed straight at his face.
“Get your ass out of bed, Miya, or god help me I’ll do something I’ll regret.” he says. Sakusa’s not wearing a mask, which is expected since they’re in the dorms, but it’s still hard to get used to seeing his face every day.
Atsumu scrubs a hand over his face and groans again. “What the hell, Omi? It’s still early.”
“It’s one in the afternoon, now get up .”
“Fine,” Atsumu whines. “Don’t spray me again, I’m getting up.”
It actually takes him another twenty minutes to get out of bed and into a functioning state, but Sakusa doesn’t blame him. Mornings fucking suck.
They eat the breakfast that Atsumu makes together, both of them scrolling through their phones as they eat. After Sakusa puts their dishes in the dishwasher, they settle into their usual spots on the living room couch.
“Omi-omi, let’s go somewhere,” Atsumu whines. “I’m bored.”
"Where?" says Sakusa, and Atsumu grins at the knowledge that it's not a flat out no, which he would usually say the second Atsumu asked him something.
"Anywhere. I just wanna go somewhere together," he replies.
Sakusa smiles. "Are you trying to romance me? Because it's not really working."
Atsumu raises his eyebrows in surprise, but doesn't directly address Sakusa's jab. "I guess I'll just have to try harder," he says.
Sakusa's smile widens and it feels like the start of something new.