in which miya atsumu falls ill with a fever, missing practice so sakusa kiyoomi texts him at two twenty two am.
one insomnia-ridden text leads to unexpected coincidences, truths and dares, rekindled relationships, incriminating realisations, and two...
'i want to know where do we go when nothing's wrong'
all the kids are depressed - jeremy zucker
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the autumn winds whistle as kiyoomi's eyes flutter open, the early morning light leaking through his curtains. he wakes up fifty six minutes before his alarm is supposed to ring, his phone buzzing repeatedly somewhere on his bed. kiyoomi groans a farewell to his solid 3 hours of insomnia-ridden sleep before fighting his duvet in a desperate search for his phone, silently cursing himself for not putting do not disturb on.
he finally finds his noisy device which flashes vigorously and stares at it in horror, before he realises why.
[463 notifications from msb(itches)y]
BOKUTO: one step closer to being a married man 😤😩
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kiyoomi's eyes latch onto the engagement bands which circle around the ring fingers of two hands, one of which was bokuto kotarou's and the other akaashi keiji's. he skims through the responses quickly, strings of illegible keyboard smashes and congratulations merging together and encapsulating the unmistakeable idiocy of his team, msby. although being a professional V-league volleyball team, they sure don't act professional off the court.
he stares at his bedside clock, fretting over his lost sleep. as if his morning isn't bad enough, he receives another message, flagged with urgency.
MEIAN: now that you're all awake, practice starts an hour earlier. early birds are the best birds !! 😇🥰
sakusa kiyoomi is not a morning person.
thank god it's a friday today.
he goes for a run on the way to his gym. you would think kiyoomi hates his hour long commute and would much rather use his car, but he doesn't- it's a quiet and peaceful journey, and gives him enough time to manually turn the cogs in his brain through physical movement. his cousin, komori motoya, would often insist that he take a more convenient shortcut but he'd always refuse. the idea of crossing through busy roads and walking past loud school kids who don't understand the concept of respect, terrifies him.
spending time in his own mind by himself is what he likes, what he's used to. no need to adapt to disorderly chaos.
he's a few feet away from the gym entrance, when he spots a flame of orange hair reaching the door before him, a familiar raven-haired male beside him.
'you didn't need to drop me off, tobio.'
kageyama tobio rolls his eyes. 'well, i'm on my way to practice anyway. might as well tag along.'
'sure sure, now go, you're going to be late!' hinata shoyou laughs, happiness evident in his eyes.
'okay bye i love you,' kageyama responds, leaning in for a kiss before hinata playfully pushes him to leave.
