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Momo had stayed with you for her time being back in Japan and you'd promised you'd take her to a volleyball game. Luckily for her the game tonight was against Schweiden Adelers— a highly anticipated game.
There were friendly rivalries between them and some members of MSBY so you were excited to go. You'd learned quite a bit about volleyball ever since starting. Your job even though it didn't do much for your position. Plus dating Kiyoomi was even more helpful because you'd ask him questions.
This was the first game you'd be going to in your free time and not for work. It was also your first game since you started dating Kiyoomi. You were even planning on wearing the MSBY merch he had given you a while ago from the night you stayed at his place. You'd also asked if it was okay that you stop by to grab something for Momo to wear and he didn't mind.
He even left his key with you so you could head over. So while Momo got ready in your bathroom you headed down the hall to your boyfriend's apartment. He obviously wasn't home since he was probably in a locker room about now. Or even warming up on the court.
You were quite familiar with his apartment at this point. You comfortably and quickly walked yourself to the room with the MSBY merch. Picking out Momo's size in a jersey--from what she had told you. You'd left with haste and made sure to lock the door behind you.
Surprisingly as you head down the hall the redhead girl pokes her head out your door with a frantic look on her face. "Y/n I think I made a mistake!" she whisper-shouts down the hall.
At those words, you're practically jogging down the hall towards her and quickly get into your apartment. "What happened? Are you okay?" you ask assuming the first thought was she somehow injured herself in the two minutes she was left alone.
"Yeah I'm fine it's just—" she pulls out her phone to show you something but keeps talking. "I went to scroll on Instagram as one does and forgot I made a little 'back home' photo dump and I guess long story short the post has over fifty thousand likes,"
You furrow your brows at her words and tilt your head in confusion. "Uh—is that bad?" you ask a little lost at what the problem was. "The reason it has so many likes is because of this," she sighs and shows you the photo the two of you took the other night and Kiyoomi is visible.
Just visible enough for people to tell that it's him in the photo. "Oh, that's fine," you say letting out a slight sigh of relief. "It's fine?" she repeats.
