two twenty two am | skts

vi. i cannot discuss private affairs with the guy canoodling with my enemy

'there's a million different reasons
we shouldn't be together
but when i put it all together
it all comes back to you, you, you'

if we never met
-john K

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'glad to see you back, atsumu. got worried you were gonna leave us for the adlers,' says inunaki with a teasing smile.

atsumu grins, 'a pleasure to be back, and ya never know, if ya get boring i'll switch teams.'

'you love us too much for that.'

'yeah, conditionally,' retorts atsumu distractedly. his mind is only focused on one thing- sakusa kiyoomi.

they hadn't spoken since kiyoomi left atsumu's a few days ago and the setter had to face osamu's wrath alone in the form of spam calls and angry voice messages once he'd found out atsumu got a fever.

needless to say, it was a lame weekend and all that had occupied atsumu's thoughts was the idea that he'll get to see kiyoomi again.

so with no surprise, atsumu's heart picks up with delight as he sees a head of pretty curls in the corner of the gym, his sitting body facing the wall and looking down intently at his phone. atsumu saunts over with a volleyball in his hands and kneels down quietly behind the focusing opposite hitter.

'ya talking to someone other than me, omi-kun?'

kiyoomi jumps, his shoulders tensing before he finally looks at atsumu. 'you're such an ass.'

'just wanted to know if ya got a new friend without telling me,' atsumu jokes, half serious.

'why, you jealous?' kiyoomi challenges with a raised eyebrow. one of his curls bounces onto his forehead as he tilts his head.

atsumu's taken away at how ethereal he looks that he almost stutters. 'would ya like it if i was?'

'this is a reminder to stay at least two meters away from me, you fever filled idiot,' kiyoomi judges discontentedly, making a whole show by putting his mask on with exaggerated motions.

'aw why, don't ya wanna touch my face again?' the blond cackles as kiyoomi gives him a glare- dark almost black eyes piercing into atsumu's own ecstatic ones.

teasing kiyoomi gives atsumu a similar spark of excitement he feels during matches. the anticipation of how he'd respond, the expressions on his face- atsumu loves it all.

and then he remembers. 'i believe you have a job to do.'

'do i really have to do this?' kiyoomi responds, a disinterested look on his face as he looks up at atsumu. and oh god, does atsumu come close to saying no but he remembers his goal and stays true to his mind instead of his heart.

'yes, i'll be keeping my eyes dead set on ya.'

'what a pervert. i should report you to HR,' a straight-faced kiyoomi says, getting up.

'not if i can report ya for trespassing and harrassment,' atsumu wiggles his eyebrows, laughing at the other as he begrudgingly walks away while cursing under his breath.

he's waited the whole weekend for this, and he's sure that kiyoomi is finally warming up to him. that's what the lack of a daily death threat tells him anyway.

atsumu watches kiyoomi reach hinata first, uncomfortable hands pulling his kit jacket closer to him. this had always been a habit of kiyoomi's- he'd close himself in when put in an uncomfortable situation or being forced to socialise.