Destination: Permanent Vacation

5 - Saturday

Warning: A bit of swearing towards the end.

Suga's Pov:

After the whole 'puta-at-the-front-door' debacle, people return back to their usual daily stuff. The volleyball players and trainers retreat into the garden to practise outside, and the rest of us just lounge around indoors. It's the weekend, time off.

I curl up on a section of the conversation pit, leaning against Daichi, unsure of whether to strike up a conversation with anyone.

Asahi and Noya are engrossed in their own conversation, as are Makki and Mattsun. Osamu's frantically typing on his phone and Tendou's either doing the same or playing a video game.

"Hey, so, you guys are dating, right?" I look over to Terushima as he strikes up a conversation.

"Yeah..." I answer, unsure of where he's going with this.

"How do you find someone to go out with you?" He asks.

"You're joking, right?" I give him a look but he seems serious. "Teru, loads of people are interested in you whenever you leave the house. Just ask one of them."

"I don't want that, though," He says. "I want someone who isn't just dating me for my looks. I want a proper relationship," Wow, he can be sensible.

"Then make a friend first," Daichi speaks up. "We were friends for years,"

"We drifted apart slightly during uni but then we met again at our high school reunion and rekindled everything." I explain. Terushima nods in understanding.

"Make a friend," He mumbles.

We turn the tv on at some point and stick on an anime by Noya's request. It has a little hand dance in the credits.

"Oh, I love Wotakoi!" I turn around to see Atsumu bounding over. Voices fill the corridors as people come in from training outside. They all look exhausted as usual but less so than when Iwaizumi helps with coaching.

And they call Mori the demon senpai.

Speak of the devil...

"Oi! Shut it!" Mori yells, cutting off the noise. "Kenma and Mr Whinypants are asleep upstairs and Kuroo's in a meeting. Head upstairs quietly and get showered." Everyone nods and follow the instructions.

"You're doing great, Mori," I tell him encouragingly. He sighs and gives me a weak smile before following everyone else upstairs. I turn back to the group sitting on the sofas in the conversation pit. "Atsumu, up you get," He looks at me, making a face of mock hurt and offense. "Now." He springs out of his seat and disappears.

Atsumu's POV:

I thought I could get away with watching at least one episode before I had to go upstairs. Annoying.

I step into my room and take off my practise clothes as I walk through to the en suite. I open the door as I take my shirt off, chucking it back into the room. I open the shower and am immediately greeted with a loud "What the fuck?!"

"Shit! Omi! Sorry!" I close the door and turn around, wrapping my waist in a towel before clenching my eyes shut. I just saw Omi Omi in the shower... I just saw Omi Omi in the shower!

I feel hands grab my shoulders and forcefully turn me around. As I look up from the floor I notice that he's covered himself with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Never do that again," He says. I helplessly nod. "What aren't you to do?"

"Open the shower door without checking if someone's in there." I answer.

"Good. Now, I'm going to finish my shower before the hot water goes." Kiyoomi turns back to the shower.

"What about me?" I ask. He looks back with a glare.

"What do you mean, 'what about you'?"

"I still need to have a shower. That's why I came in here."

Kiyoomi bangs his head once on the tiled wall before groaning out a long "fuck". He looks back at me.

"Keep your eyes up and don't touch me. Got it?" Is he suggesting what I think he is? Kiyoomi Sakusa is practically inviting me (although not entirely willingly) to shower with him. It's my lucky day. The water turns back on and his towel hits the bathroom floor. Is this seriously happening? He peeks out from behind the shower door (I struggle not to stare at his abs- OH MY GOD THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL) and glares at me. "Well? What are you waiting for?"

I feel my face uncontrollably heat up and I nod, fearing the stutter that will almost definitely appear if I try to speak. Kiyoomi disappears back into the shower and I take that as my cue to drop my towel and follow him.

It's awkward, cramped and steamy inside the shower, with both of us fighting for space under the stream of water. It's hard to both fit in the water stream whilst not pressing against each other. If anyone were to watch this, they'd probably think it was the intro to a porno.

I manage to get myself clean (eventually) and put some shampoo, conditioner and colour and bleach protectors into my hair. I rub them in and go to tip my head back when I notice the blush on Kiyoomi's face. No...

Okay, how can I spin this situation...?

Ah!

I wash my hair, but then turn around.

"Omi, can you help me with the last few suds?" I ask. I hear a groan.

"Fine." Omg did this work? I feel a light bit of force in my hair for a short while before it suddenly stops.

"Omi?" I call out, turning around. He rolls his eyes and returns his hands to my hair, sliding his hands down to cup the back of my neck. Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god...

"Fuck it." He whispers, pulling me forward. Our lips crash together and I wrap my arms around his neck. Fucking finally. I've known him for years and he's finally making a move. I've liked him for nearly the entire time... I wonder how long he's liked me.

I suddenly realise the situation I'm in.

I'm making out with Kiyoomi. In the shower. Naked.

Oh my god if Osamu finds out we're dead.

"Hey, 'Tsumu, you in there?" Shit. Speak of the devil. We break the kiss and I look into Kiyoomi's eyes. He raises a finger to his lips before pulling me back in. Don't make a sound, pretend everything's completely normal. "Tsumu?" The water suddenly turns cold and I yelp. Shit. The shower door opens. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"