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Atsumu x

Kiyoomi is not looking forward to this year's training camp.

As someone who hates crowds, germs, and loud places, training camps filled with messy teenage boys were pretty much the last place Kiyoomi wanted to be. The dislike was only slightly mitigated by the fact Kiyoomi would get to play against some of the best high school volleyball players in Japan.

Beside him, Motoya is chattering on excitedly. Like every other day, Kiyoomi wonders how anyone can possibly be so energetic in the morning.

They're heading to their room to drop off their luggage, so Kiyoomi can do his normal cleaning routine, when Motoya bumps into a blonde-haired player at the top of the stairs; the boy immediately shifts to protect the obnoxiously large silver suitcase next to him.

Kiyoomi raises an eyebrow; who needs luggage that big when they're only going to be here for a week?

Closer inspection reveals the player to be Miya Atsumu, Inarizaki's starting setter. Kiyoomi feels his nose wrinkle in distaste under his mask; Atsumu might be a good setter, but from what Kiyoomi can remember of him, his personality leaves something to be desired.

"Whoa! Sorry about that, Miya-kun, are you okay?"

Atsumu doesn't even glance at Motoya, instead still fussing over his suitcase, saying flatly, "I'm fine, don't worry about it." Kiyoomi feels a prickle of irritation at his rudeness towards Motoya. Fortunately for Atsumu, Motoya is too polite to comment on it.

Motoya looks around, "Oh, is your brother not here this time?" At this Atsumu turns around, expression carefully blank, eyes piercing. For a moment, Kiyoomi feels like the air has gotten thinner, the energy in the hallway strangely tense.

Then Atsumu laughs, and Kiyoomi wonders if he imagined it. "My scrub of a brother couldn't make it. He's not as good as the better Miya twin, after all."

Motoya laughs too, sounding slightly relieved, "Ah, that's a shame! It would've been cool to see your Soul-Swapped Delayed Spike again up close!"

"You'll get to experience it for yourself when we beat ya at Nationals this year!"

At this, even Kiyoomi joins in, "I'll believe it when I see it, Miya."

They exchange friendly banter for a while longer before Atsumu leaves to get settled into his room. His single room, the lucky bastard. Apparently, his roommate had a family emergency at the last minute, leaving him a dorm all to himself.

"Miya-kun was pretty particular about his suitcase, huh?"

Privately, Kiyoomi agrees, but considering his own quirks about his possessions, "I can't judge him, I hate it when people get their disgusting germs all over my things."

Despite the delay in the hallway, Kiyoomi and Motoya are able to clean the room to Kiyoomi's standards and still be on time for afternoon practice. As Kiyoomi scans his eyes over the court, the first thing he notices isn't any of the best highschool players in Japan, or the way the court has just been waxed and is practically shining, or even the disgusting stain on the bleacher stands closest to him. No, what Kiyoomi notices first is Miya Atsumu and his obnoxious silver suitcase.

Kiyoomi can't understand why Atsumu would bother bringing his suitcase to practice, but he must have cleared it with one of the coaches because none of them say a word to him.

During the third round of practice matches, Atsumu ends up being Kiyoomi's setter. It works out fine for the most part, with Atsumu being a little sloppy on some of his sets, but Kiyoomi chalks it up to being tired from traveling six hours from Hyogo.