LET ME DOWN SLOWLY ⸻ sakusa kiyoomi.

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 | nightly endeavours

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NIGHTLY ENDEAVOURS !!

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ajinomoto training center, trainee dorms — 10pm !

"QUITE THE EARLY SLEEPER, aren't you?"
Sakusa blinked the sleep away from his eyes, as his gaze turned to settle on a set of eyes that stood a little lower than him. Quite unbelieving of what he saw, he blinked again, raising the sleeve of his sleepwear to wipe at his bleary eyes.

Nope. Still there.

"Tsukishima," he muttered, a deadpan expression settling over his sleepy and questioning expression as he recognised the familiar honey-brown eyes.
What sort of business did the setter want with him, now?

Tsukishima smirked, an action which brought the corner of one side of her lips to rise and the other to curl up the slightest, to display that trademark smirk of hers at — Sakusa paused — 10PM in the evening. Not a welcome sight.

Especially when the girl was still in a turquoise shirt and tan volleyball shorts, hair up in a medium-high ponytail and feet clad in Asics volleyball shoes.
Volleyball... well, yes, he wasn't particularly opposed to playing the sport whenever, and as a matter of fact, he did enjoy the sport no matter how much he refused to smile during games.

But — it was 10 freaking PM. 10 freaking PM on a freaking Tuesday on a freaking December in a freaking training center in a freaking dorm corridor. The gym was freaking —

"Are you okay? You seem to keep on mouthing 'freaking' amongst other things," his freaking spiral halted to an end at Tsukishima's comment of slight concern, to which the blonde peered at Sakusa in an action of slight — unknowing.

That was right, Tsukishima Kina, one of the most arrogant and yet — hardworking — people he had ever met in his life was peering at him, unsure (and somewhat annoyed) of what to do. When faced with an unfamiliar situation, that must have been what Tsukishima did. Look semi-unbothered. Think about something else, he bet, judging by the expression on her face and the crease of her brows.

"You're not clean."

Tsukishima raised her brows, and her eyes flitted from his face to her clothes. Then she shrugged, and in the process flashed the silhouette of her sharp collarbones. Sakusa brought his gaze away from her collarbones and narrowed his eyes at her. Her answer was predicted, and expected, after he realised what request his captain had extended toward the top female setter a few months ago, after the time when she had brought him to the Tokyo Metropolitan Museum and led him to realise her love for nature in its art form.

"Yeah, of course I'm not. Your captain, my favourite setter senior has asked me to set to you for you to experience a different setter's toss," Tsukishima said, as per the lack of Sakusa's surprise. She paused a little, waiting for the flash of oh shit, did he really do that shit without telling me? to appear on Sakusa's face. When it didn't, Tsukishima was the one to look a little surprised, and she continued. "You've had experience from other setters here, right? Atsumu-kun, Kageyama-kun, and so on."

A glimmer of suspense ran through Sakusa's waking nerves. He knew what she'd say next, but it would sound different when she verbalized it herself. "Get changed, Sakusa. I will set a ball at your pretty face if you don't do your best."