disgustang, sakuatsu

2.3

It slipped past their minds, but Bokuto, out of all people, realised it before them.

"Hey! If Atsumu is injured, how are we gonna play volleyball now?" Bokuto asked once they all arrived at the gymnasium.

It was a fairly large court, the volleyball equipment hidden somewhere. They could just set it up and start to play. Nobody was around aside from the guy who watched over the place, though he was fast asleep on one of the benches.

Atsumu, still carried by Bokuto, looked up from his cellphone to pat the older male's shoulder.

"I can be the referee," Atsumu commented as he spared a glance to Komori, seemingly asking for approval.

"It's fine, right?" Komori grinned before he nudged Sakusa.

He tries too hard, Sakusa sighed before he nodded, grumbling a short string of insults directed at his cousin.

Komori ignored his words before he grabbed Suna by the arm and hurriedly dragged the male away to retrieve the volleyball poles and net.

"You go get the balls!" Komori shouted.

"He could have phrased that better," Sakusa heard Akaashi mumble behind him, followed by a snigger from Bokuto. He excused himself from the group and strolled away to do what he was told.

"As much as I'm grateful I don't have to stand, can you put me down now?" Atsumu asked, he was visibly uncomfortable with how tall he was, and that he could possibly hit someone with his legs dangling off Bokuto's arms.

Bokuto nodded vigorously before he carefully placed him down, his hands kept Atsumu steady as the blonde wobbled around for a bit. It didn't take long for him to balance and he fixed his posture, standing a bit more confident.

"Hey Omi─"

"Stop with that nickname," Sakusa threatened.

"Disgustang, what did you play as before?" Atsumu stiffled his laughter when Sakusa only glared back at him. His scowl was covered by the face mask, but he guessed Atsumu could tell what face was he making.

"Wing spiker. Ace," Sakusa said before Bokuto raised his hand in the air, his mouth formed to an o-shape.

"Oh! Me too, Akaashi's my setter!" He cheered before pointing at Atsumu. "You're a setter too, right?"

Atsumu nodded, gesturing to Osamu, whom had been invisible to the trio until now.

"That loser over there usually spikes my sets," he replied, casting a lazy look over his brother. "But I guess you would rather spike Suna's?"

"Suna's a middle blocker, doofus."

"He can set though, right?" Atsumu drawled the last syllable, gently poking Osamu's sides with his finger. "Hm, you sure do know a lot of Suna, what do you guys text about?"

"Your zero chance of getting to know Sakusa any better," Osamu retorted, his nose scrunched as he pulled out his cellphone from his pocket, attempting to get away from the conversation.

Atsumu pouted, "I know Omi-omi well!"

"Well, what's his favorite colour?" Osamu didn't look up from his phone as he asked that.