off the court | MSBY

7. Ballroom

It was the evening of the party and Sakusa Kiyoomi was having a crisis.

A fashion crisis.

Komori watched his cousin pace around his bedroom with different coloured button down shirts flying everywhere with an amused smile – it was quite a rare sight to see his cousin flailing and panicked.

"How about wine red?" Kiyoomi asked, holding the shirt infront of his torso,"maybe taupe?"

Komori sighed,"taupe washes you out."

"Okay...but the wine red?"

"If you want to look like a sexy vampire then sure," Komori teased, trying not to laugh at his cousin's unamused expression,"I'm only pulling your leg. Red -"

"WINE red,"Kiyoomi corrects.

"Right, my bad, wine red will look great on you. Compliments your sickly complexion,"Komori said, rolling his eyes.

"Fine then, at least wine red won't show your blood stains on it when I'm done with you," Kiyoomi glared at his cousin,"leave my ghostly pale skin out of this, Motoya."

Sticking out his tongue, Komori left the room, not forgetting to flip off his cousin begore he shut the door.

After settling on the wine red shirt, Kiyoomi neatly put away the rest of his shirts that had scattered around his room and took out his iron to get rid of the minor wrinkles in his chosen shirt.

Typically, Kiyoomi didn't go for clothes that weren't black, white, grey or some shade of beige but considering it was a party, he had to dress it up a bit more than usual. Initially, he was going to be in his typical all-black business-casual attire but Komori said he looked like he was attending a BDSM club rather than a get-together. The comment wounded Kiyoomi slightly but he didn't want to say anything about it as him denying the comment would only egg on Komori to make more.

Finishing up his ironing, he let his shirt cool down slightly. In the meantime, he found some accessories to put on – just a silver necklace and his rolex submariner (gifted by his older brother).

After accessorizing, he went back to his shirt and put it on, leaving the first three buttons undone and rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. A few spritz of cologne and he was out of his bedroom door.

"Hey Count Kiyo, whose neck are you gunna bite at the party?" Komori joked, earning a sharp side-eye from Kiyoomi.

"Never call me that again."

Muttering an elongated 'whatever' Komori made his way to the door and put on his shoes as well as grabbing Kiyoomi's car keys from the little hook next to his coat rack.

The walk towards Kiyoomi's car was silent but Komori being the chatterbox he is decided to break it,"so... you gunna ask out Atsumu tonight?"

"What? Komori are you out of your mind?"

"Hey! Just wondering. He's hopelessly pining for you and you can't see it! It's doing my head in! Just kiss the boy will you!" Komori exclaimed, Kiyoomi shut him up by pressing a finger to his lips.

"Not so loud- Some creepy fans could be hearing you right now!" Kiyoomi whisper-yelled.

"You didn't say no! So you are gunna kiss him!" Komori whispered back,"didn't know you had the cajones, dear cuz."

"One more word out of your mouth and you're walking to Iwaizumi's and no I will not be kissing him yet," Sakusa sighed before hopping into his car.