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Sakusa's University is facing one of it's strongest rivals for the championship in a qualifier match, so Komori felt obligated to come support his cousin but he did, not in any thought experiment in his free time, expect to meet Miya Atsumu, the starting setter for the Black Jackals in the seats reserved for friends and family.
He's baffled.
“Miya-san!” He greets, anyway, because he likes the guy. Miya Atsumu is always a good time, cheerful, devious and has cultivated an honest to god impossible talent of getting under his cousin's skin one hundred percent of the time.
“Komori-san!!” The guy grins back, “'S nice to cya here!! Omi-kun didn't tell me ya were coming. He'll never say it but I know Omi-omi appreciates it!!”
And now Komori knows a lot of things about his cousin that he can positively say others will never know but, the fact that Miya Atsumu comes to watch Sakusa's games and calls him annoying gross and domestic names like “Omi-kun,”
And thanks people in his place just like his aunt, Sakusa's mom, does for her reticent and reserved husband (because the Sakusa side of his family apparently all carry allergies to human beings) is completely news to him.
It leaves him so baffled, he can hardly say anything to Miya-san before the match starts.
Sakusa's team wins 2-1 and Miya is in the air hooting right alongside Komori and it's still weird.
Until it isn't.
When Sakusa meets them outside, having changed into his tracksuit, but obviously still sweaty from the game because it wasn't a home match, Miya-san somehow summons a packet of wet wipes and Sakusa's favourite protein shake and the wonder of all wonders, Sakusa smiles and takes them and says “Thankyou,” with so much fondness, Komori may just gag on it and die, and then his brain blinks back on again.
“WAIT, ARE YOU TWO DATING??!” He yells-asks.
His cousin blinks at him.
“Did I not mention.” He says unaffected, as if it was not completely ground breaking, reality shattering, life altering news.
“NO YOU DIDN'T!” Komori screeches, waving his hands around, he's so so so. He's seriously going to explode. He tells Sakusa everything. From the newest flavour of Pizza he's tried, to the scouts he's talking to and he knew Sakusa was reserved but this is just crossing some new heights.
Miya Atsumu's voice breaks in their staring match.
“Aw are ya embarrassed of saying you're dating me omi-omi?”
He's grinning but the look in his eyes is something Komori recognises well, it's insecurity being covered up by bravado. Shit, he did not mean to do that, fuck, he's going to have to apologise for Sakusa's—
“No. Never.” His cousin says, and then pulls Miya-san into a side hug and presses a kiss against his forehead.
Sakusa Kiyoomi, who refused to shake their Principal's hand at their graduation ceremony, indulging in public displays of affection without a second thought.
Komori's brain isn't coming out of this the same.
“Sorry,” Sakusa says to him, sounding not sorry at all, and there's definitely a glare in there isn't there, wow makes no sense and complete sense at the same time that his cousin would be one of those obnoxiously protective boyfriends, because it's no fault of his that Sakusa didn't tell him he had a whole partner.
“I did mention that I had a crush on you, but I might have forgotten to update him when we started dating. I'm sorry.”
Miya-san smiles at his cousin with stars in his eyes while Komori is trying to racket his brain about this mentioning of crush that never happened okay—
His brain halts.
“Was this when you said, ‘I will definitely spike for that blonde dumbass’ post training camp in our third year..?”
Sakusa blinks at him again.
“Aw,” Miya-san giggles, “I never knew ya were so cute omi-omi,”
In what world is that a confession of a crush, Komori wants to scream, but as he looks at these two idiots, he realises, yeah this one, it's a confession in this one. I should have caught on to it.
Sigh.
“Let's get some food, and you,” He points at Sakusa, “are going to tell me everything. Like how long have you been dating, how did you—
“Since nationals that year.” Miya-san chirps, happily.
Komori stumbles.
“YOU HAVE BEEN DATING FOR TWO YEARS?!!!!!”
**
Ushijima has immense respect for Sakusa Kiyoomi as a fellow player and a human being. He's a spiker that's actually forced Ushijima to introspect and improve his own game many, many times and his incredibly straightforward personality puts Ushijima at ease too.
So when he spots Sakusa waiting outside the stadium after a game where they played against the Black Jackals, which they barely managed to win, probably because Oliver Barnes had to sit out during the third set, he thinks, it would be a good time to remind Sakusa that he's welcome on the Adlers, since Sakusa is just about done with University.
He knows the recruitment scouts have already made an offer but a friendly reminder can't hurt. They were incredibly impressed with Sakusa's performance, a few short weeks ago when his college team played against the Adlers, they won, but Sakusa had burnt his marks into the eyes of his team. Their libero had practically cried about not wanting to face that freakish spike again. Ushijima had been amused.
But it was Kageyama's reaction that had been even more extreme, he'd told Ushijima that he'd never seen a player more stable in his entire career.
‘I once said that he seemed quite average compared to other aces,’ He'd said slowly.. comprehension lightning his eyes.
‘Now I think he's such an exceptional player, that he makes it look average.’
Ushijima could only smile back then.
Now Kageyama nods with determination in his eyes and even offers to accompany him, “Sakusa san is an incredibly reliable spiker, it would be a pleasure to set for him!”
Ushijima wholeheartedly agrees and makes his way over to his friend.
“Kiyoomi-kun.” He greets.
“Ah, Wakatoshi-kun,” Sakusa Kiyoomi says, turning towards them.
Ushijima looks at the doors he was staring at and wonders why Sakusa Kiyoomi was waiting outside the locker room assigned to Black Jackals.
“I wanted to congratulate you for your title,” Sakusa had won the impressive title of intercollegiate MVP, just a few days ago,
“And I know the Adler scouts have already reached out to you, but I wanted to personally make it known that it would be an honor if you decided to join us.”
“Thank you Wakatoshi-kun,” Sakusa tilts his head in acknowledgement but then meets Ushijima's eyes with a glint.
“But I've already declined Adler's offer. It's not the team I want to join.”
Kageyama gapes openly at his side.
“May I ask why?” Ushijima questions.
In response, Sakusa Kiyoomi does something he rarely does, he pulls down his mask and smiles at Ushijima. But it's not a warm smile. It's a smile dripping with competitiveness.
And Ushijima gets it before Saksua even replies, in hindsight he should have realised that Sakusa, an ace that had been ranked alongside him throughout their school years, and had played multiple times against Ushijima with a cold e resolve that was intimidating to even Ushijima would hardly join the Adlers.
“I have a few reasons. The main one is that I want to properly face and defeat you Wakatoshi-kun.”
Sakusa declares with firmness.
Ushijima can only nod in response even as he wonders at the plural ‘reasons’, “Then I look forward to playing against you, Kiyoomi-kun.”
“Wait.” Kageyama asks curiously “What's th—
“Omi-omi!” A loud screeching noise distracts all three of them and Ushijima watches as the new setter for the Black Jackals, Miya Atsumu runs across the corridor and flings himself into Sakusa.
He blinks. And then blinks again when he realises that no, Sakusa hadn't in fact stepped out of the way like he'd expected but had stood still in place and then...
Wrapped a hand around the setter clinging to him like an Australian marsupial.
He blinks again just to be sure.
“Miya-san?!” Kageyama chokes out, after they watch the setter that had despite only being subbed in for the third set, left half of their team annoyed with his jeering smirks and the other half exhausted, with his sheer ruthlessness on the court.
He actually reminded Ushijima strongly of another brilliant—
“Tobio-kun..”
Setter. Oikawa. He reminded Ushijima of Oikawa.
The fox-like setter says, sounding highly miffed, and looking like he had no intentions of unwrapping himself from the stoic Sakusa Kiyoomi.
“Hey!” He jumps down with a shout and points a finger at Kageyama. “Wait, wait! Are ya trying to filch my boyfriend for the Adlers!??!”
He looks two seconds away from clawing Kageyama's eyes out.
So much..like Oikawa.
Wait.
Boyfriend...............
?
He meets Sakusa's eyes. The spiker sighs and pulls back..his boyfriend? Did Ushijima hear that right?
“I'm joining MSBY.” Sakusa says calmly, keeping one hand across the waist of the setter, as the blonde attempts at trying to jump Kageyama.
Ushijima takes that in..and then nods. Clearly he's going to have a strong team to face in the next season.
And he has new gossip to entertain Tendou over. Sakusa Kiyoomi is smitten with a devious, determined setter that clearly has it out for Kageyama.
The irony is clear even to him.
(“No,” Tendou wheezes, bending over the counter, “Sakusa and that fuckin kitsune??! What the Fuck! Are all aces in Japan just a little!!! Screwed?? in the head?!
Ushijima pouts.)
**
“I'm really sorry Tsumu-kun, because you're really really great and really pretty—
“Aw, thanks Shoyo!” Atsumu says beaming.
“But um I can't date you! Because I'm already with someone,” Hinata blurts out, covering his face with his hands. After a minute of silence, he peeks through his fingers.
Miya Atsumu stands there gaping— Aw, Hinata thinks, I should have been more sensitive—
“Um, Shoyo-kun,” Atsumu-san begins sounding strangled, “I wasn't, I mean—I'm so sorry if I—I'm already—
“This is why I told you to stop flirting with people.”
Sakusa Kiyoomi's voice sounds cold as ice as he wraps an arm around the setter's waist and glares at Hinata.
Hinata stares at the hand gripping Atsumu-san's waist, possessively, then Sakusa-san's face. Then the hand and then face again.
Oh, he thinks, starting to feel utterly and completely mortified, oh no. Oh no no no no.
“I'm also, dating someone..” Atsumu kun says in a muted voice, burying his face in Sakusa-san's jacket.
“Me.” Sakusa-san adds, “He's dating me,” as if it wasn't completely and embarrassingly obvious by now, but Hinata can't even make fun of it because it's also apparently completely justified because Hinata has turned into some kind of overly narcissistic, self absorbed, idiot and Tsum-kun hadn't been flirting or well had been, but only friendly play flirting and he'd just. Oh god. —
He just wants to perish, like right now.
Sakusa-san makes it a point to remind him throughout the week of his fuck up by glaring, uncharacteristically clinging onto Tsumu-kun and spiking right at Hinata whenever he can.
Kageyama only says, ‘You deserve it’ because apparently that idiot knew ALREADY and didn't even tell Hinata. He has the world's most awful boyfriend.
**
“Sunaaariiin,” Miya Atsumu's obnoxious, annoying, god's punishment to mortals' face appears in his eyesight.
“What did I tell you,” He singsongs, “I saaaid, we'd kick your aaaasss...”
Suna grips his glass tightly and doesn't hurl it in Atsumu's face because he's a mature, upstanding adult who can take his losses like a champion and his captain would be so disappointed.
Meian Shuugo gently scruffs him all the way over from where he's talking to their captain, and Suna thanks him silently.
Atsumu pouts and Suna rolls his eyes. What an attention seeking brat. He's already won their game 3-0 and annoyed their setter so much that Suna will have to move carefully around him for at least a week.
As a distraction, he looks towards the rest of the Black Jackals, Sakusa Kiyoomi is sitting towards the head of the table, while Hinata Shoyo sits just besides Atsumu, and even on a good day Suna will choose Hinata for conversation over Sakusa anyday.
“How's it going, Hinata-san.” He asks, seeing the orange head frown down at his phone with an odd concentration, tongue poking out.
“Ah Natsu, my younger sister,” He says, “She's having some trouble with a class, and if she doesn't get more than sixty percent they won't let her play in an out game...”
Suna nods sympathetically, he has a troublesome younger sister of his own and while she isn't into Volleyball, she is near failing a few subjects too.
“Ah! What subject is Natsu-chan having trouble with, Shoyo?”
Atsumu asks, leaning in.
“The sciences but mainly physics,” Hinata says, “And both Kageyama and I barely passed, so we're of like, no help.”
Atsumu's eyes brighten and Suna interjects before he sees some tomfoolery.
“Atsumu you suck at physics, you handed in a test blank once.”
No offense to blondes anywhere but Miya Atsumu is a dumb blonde that would definitely be twirling hair around his fingers as he talked if he had hair long enough, and he can't in good faith, let Hinata's sister have to suffer that.
“Hey!” Atsumu whines loudly, “I was gonna say that Omi-omi majored in astrophysics, he could help..”
Suna chokes on his beer. Sakusa Kiyoomi helping people out of the goodness of his heart? Suna is an apathetic asshole 99 percent of the time and he's still sure he doesn't come close to Sakusa's general uncooperativeness and assholery towards the world.
“Don't,” He says, wishing that Miya Atsumu would grow a brain cell or two, “Sign up people for things without their permissi—”
It's Suna's version of ‘I do very reluctantly love you dumbass, and do not want you to be killed anytime soon’
But before he even can finish, Atsumu is yelling loudly, over the din of the table.
“Omi-omi!! Natsu-chan needs ya to tutor her in physics, mkay?”
Sakusa Kiyoomi looks up from where he's talking to Motoya-san and nods once, with such an unmissable ease that Suna thinks he'd have nodded to just anything, including ‘let's lick a doorknob’
Suna's eyes widen. What. No what. What the fuck. Is this the same Sakusa Kiyoomi who refused Japanese Volleyball association's incredibly monetary beneficial partnership ad with a cereal brand sponsor, because Suna quotes, “Even with the dates in it, it does not have a healthy protein to carb ratio,”
Kuroo Tetsurou had been so fucking annoyed that he'd bitched about it in every circle he had, and so the entire volleyball grapevine had heard of it.
That Sakusa Kiyoomi??! Suna is not one for dramatics, so his jaw isn't hanging but if he was ...
“Aw,” Hinata Shoyo says, “Must be nice having a super smart boyfriend, Tsumu-kun. Thank you!! Natsu-chan will be so happy...!”
Suna drops his fork.
“What,” He says, hoping that he heard wrong. There's no way right. There's no way. There's absolutely no way Miya, obnoxious is my middle name, Atsumu is dating Sakusa Kiyoomi??
But both Hinata and Atsumu are smiling like everything is a-okay and they didn't drop a meteor the size that killed the dinosaurs on Suna's head.
“You..are dating Sakusa-san,” He asks slowly, enunciating each word.
Atsumu tilts his head like a puppy, “I literally told you I love him during our last skype call.”
“You've been saying that for four years.”
Atsumu stares at him, like Suna is the one with no working brain cells. “And we've been dating for four years.”
So all, the ‘dates’ that Suna thought were definitely murder in making were actually dates. The ‘omi-omi's just sooo cute’ was a partner being annoying about their lover, the ‘hey when do you think omi kun will ask me to marry him’ was in fact not an elaborate on going joke—
Two pairs of hands grip his.
Motoya and Hinata look at him with nothing but deep sympathy in their eyes as Atsumu already having moved on from tilting Suna's world on its axis, is now batting his lashes at Sakusa-san who is looking back at him in what he now recognises as fondness instead of ‘I'm just waiting to google how to kill without leaving any proof’ he always thought it was.
Wow, Suna Rintarou might be the idiot here.
“I,” He says, tongue feeling heavy.
“I'm going to ask Osamu out.” Yes, he nods, yes. This isn't the real world, so he can do whatever he likes—
Atsumu gapes at him. “Wait you two aren't seeing each other?!”
Aran and Kita-san are going to have to take some time out for Suna's mental health today. And he also needs to know if he's the only one who thought..who thought..
(Turns out Kita-san knew, and that should have been obvious because he's god, or something.
“Yes, I'm very impressed, Sakusa san takes good care of Atsumu. I approve.” Kita Shinsuke says, looking pleased while Osamu is howling in the background at Suna's dumb face and Aran is having a crisis alongside him, “WAIT HE WASN'T JUST WHINING??!”)
**
“Hey!” Bokuto says two days after they win Silver. “Akaashi is asking if we'd be up for a BuzzFeed interview.”
“Is it the one with the dogs.” Yaku Morisuke asks, “Because yes, then.”
Ushijima nods, “I'm fond of puppies.”
From across the lounge Oikawa loudly boos.
Bokuto doesn't ask why he's in the Japan's national teams quarters. Iwaizumi is here after all.
“Wait, is Akaashi san with.. Buzzfeed now?” Hoshiumi says with a grimace.
“No!” Bokuto gasps loudly, “They just reached out to him first because apparently we have a lot of interviewers in line!!”
Hinata exclaims from where he's comfortably squished between Atsumu and Oikawa, “Hey I wanna do that! I wanna play with puppies!!”
And so it's set.
No one says no to Hinata Shoyo after all.
It's a livestream, because BuzzFeed is clearly gearing to secure the entire village and doesn't have time for things such as editing, and that's what fucks them in the end.
The questions range from,
“What's next in line for our Olympics medalists,”
(Volleyball, is the collective answer)
to
“Who is the hardest to wake up in the mornings?”
(Everyone pointedly looks away from Hoshiumi)
Sakusa is mostly unimpressed. He doesn't dislike dogs but puppies aren't trained and that sets him a little on edge. But Atsumu is clearly very, very fond of the helpless beings and spends an inordinate time cooing at them.
It's...cute.
“Omi-omi,” He whispers to Sakusa with a tone that says, he knows Sakusa loves him and is going to test it in the next minute.
“We should adopt a dog!!”
Sakusa stares at him. He's loved Miya Atsumu for eight years. He's going to love him for the rest of their lives.
Before the quarter finals, he'd looked at Atsumu who'd looked back at him and...just knew.
“Ya can only propose to me with a medal, Kiyoomi.” He'd challenged, with a raised eyebrow.
Sakusa had spiked the last point, and Atsumu had set it for him...but they hadn't won gold.
“Sorry, this is silver,” He'd apologised pressing kisses into Atsumu's sobbing, tear stained cheeks, “But our rings are gold, so you settle with that. Because I'm not waiting another four years.”
Atsumu had only cried harder, whining “Ya aren't allowed to be the smooth one Omi-omiiiiiiii..”
Right, this was his fiance.
He exhales.
“Alright. But you're going to be responsible for clearing up any pee related incidents.” He says and presses a kiss against Atsumu's forehead absent-mindedly.
There's absolute silence when he opens his eyes and Atsumu is staring at him wide eyed, face red.
Ah, Sakusa realises.
Well.
He doesn't care. He's won a medal for his country, he can damn well kiss his fiance in public.
“Are you ...” The interviewer sitting behind the camera asks, eyes wide, swallowing audibly,
“Um...”
Before his team of dumbasses can start kissing each other on the forehead to and promise to adopt dogs together to cover up for him,
Sakusa Kiyoomi looks at the camera and says, with an extremely detached, bored tone.
“Yes, I'm going to adopt a puppy with my fiance, next question please.”
+1
The nationals after their third year, Miya Osamu corners him near the bathrooms.
“Hey.” He says to Sakusa.
Sakusa looks around and determines this is for him and nods back.
“Havta talk to ya, got five minutes?”
Well, his team already lost and they aren't going anywhere until the tournament ends, so he says yes.
“M gonna be frank,” Miya Osamu begins, leaning against a wall, Sakusa wants to tell him not to do that but the tone of this discussion is oddly serious so he stays quiet.
“My brother is a huge crybaby, he is an obnoxious brat but he has what ya can call an easily bruised heart, geddit?” Then looks expectantly at Sakusa.
Sakusa clears his throat. Once. Twice.
“Why..are you saying this to me..” He asks, hesitant for the first and only time in his life. It.. can't be what he's thinking. Right? Miya Osamu is definitely not …..
“Well, I'm just warning ya. Yer probably gonna make him cry regardless, because Tsumu can be annoying and single-minded, and has like no boundaries, but if ya ever break his heart, I'll break yer face.” Then he stands there looking self satisfied while Sakusa has a whole crisis internally.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Miya Osamu is definitely giving him a shovel talk, because he thinks Sakusa wants to ...Atsumu…Oh fuck. He thinks with a start.
Do I?!
He..and he's just realising...Sakusa Kiyoomi is just realising that the incredibly irritating, heart squeezing feeling he has everytime Atsumu looks at him, that feeling when the blonde calls him ‘Omi-omi' in that cooing voice, that feeling when he looks at the setter and thinks, ‘If you won't just shut the fuck up. I will make you.’ That feeling when he looks at the most scrumptious thighs he's ever seen and feels his pants growing tighter, that feeling when he hears Atsumu go on and on about this orange haired spiker he met...
Those are all feelings that exist because he has a crush on Miya Atsumu.
He gives himself exactly ten seconds to panic.
Because Sakusa Kiyoomi is a lot of things, but hesitant and doubtful is not one of them.
Since his heart has decided, he's going to see it through till the end.
After ten seconds, he nods.
“Alright.” He says. “I'll take care of him.”
Miya Osamu looks at him with something like approval.
“Good, because let me tell you, he doesn't even know how to do his taxes!! Wait, do ya know how to do taxes.” He squints at Sakusa.
Sakusa considers. Somehow saying that they haven't even graduated high school yet feels like an irresponsible thing to say to the brother of the person he's planning to be in a relationship with.
He definitely shouldn't lie.
...He really shouldn't.
He looks away.
Miya Osamu sighs. “Wow, well, I'd teach it to ya then.”
He nods back, gratefully. “Thanks.”
“Samu! Omi-omi, what are ya both doing here!! The semi finals are starting,”
Miya Atsumu says, yelling from around the corner, with sparkling eyes, “Come on!!”
Sakusa just stands there and looks for a single second.
Yeah, he thinks, feeling his heart squeeze.
He strides across the hall.
“Atsumu. Give me your number. We're going on a date when you're free next.”
Miya Atsumu stares back at him, golden-brown eyes wide and cheeks flushed.
“Omi-omi!?” He squeaks.
Miya Osamu walks by them, hands in his pocket.
“Well ya' have been whining about him for months already, so put me out of my misery.”
Atsumu looks at Sakusa, then at his twin. With a dark expression, he mutters.
“I really should have eaten you in the womb.”
“He's going to teach me how to do taxes, so be glad you didn't.” Sakusa says, feeling a little amused. It's rare to see Miya Atsumu off his footing.
“What! Whydya need to learn taxes? Ohmygod Samu!” He throws up his hands.
Miya Osamu looks at his twin with a shit eating grin.
“Well do ya wanna be the one that does taxes in the relationship.”
Atsumu considers that, quite seriously.
“I'm gonna kill ya, ya have a ten second head start.”
Then turns to Sakusa, with a blush, “Well, gimme yer phone then, and I just washed my hands so don't worry.”
Sakusa feels what is entirely too much fondness than the situation calls for and walks away with both the Miya twins' numbers that day. One to schedule a date, and the other to schedule a..lesson on tax filing.