When I knew (it was you)

"If yer so confident, so damn sure you'll be the happier one, then come back when we're eighty years old geezers. Wait until then to laugh in my face and say you were happier!"

Those were Osamu's words to his brother when he'd made up his mind to quit volleyball after high school, in favor of a food service career. The feared Miya twin duo was over.

"Okay then, if that's the way you wanna do it...yer on," Atsumu replied, "When we're in our deathbeds I'm gonna turn and look you right in yer face and say I had the happiest life!!"

- - -

"Oi, get off the counter 'Tsumu, yer droolin' all over it."

A smack with a wooden spoon —one of Osamu's kitchen tools— wakes the blonde from his dreamlike state. It was a scenario that he remembers as if it were yesterday; he'd never felt that lonely in his whole life, which turned into selfish resentment towards his brother for abandoning him before they could become the strongest players in Japan. He'd be facing the fans, the applause, the cheers and even the critics all by himself. For the first time since he got into volleyball he'd have nobody to rely on, a thought that scared him, but he'd never admit it.

"Ow, you asshole, couldn't ya be gentler?!" he groans rubbing the top of his head.

"Stop whinin', yer skull is hard as stone."

"Hehe!"

Atsumu looks to the stool to his left where the cute giggle came from. He recognizes whose despite being half-asleep.

"Shouyou-kun, you let him hit me!"

"I tried shaking you but you wouldn't wake up. You were mumbling something about being the happiest one, was it a good dream?"

"...A nightmare. I'm glad I woke up," he grins at Hinata resting his head on his shoulder.

"This ain't a dinner date," Osamu taps his wooden weapon on the counter threateningly, "As I was tellin' Shouyou-kun while you dozed off we have an emergency to attend right now. That's why I called you both after trainin'... Thanks for comin' so fast by the way," he bows at the redhead knowing it was him who rushed them to Onigiri Miya.

Hinata smiles joyfully, "I gotta repay you somehow for these delicious meals."

"You're always welcome."

The setter pouts, "What about me, you only invite me out of interest... Like that time we held the Black Jackals' monthly meetin' in here 'cause Shouyou-kun and I suggested it."

"Shaddap ya damn freeloader, promotion for my business is the least you can do in return for the silly tantrums I hafta listen everyday."

"Tch! Just tell us what you need already."

"Here it is," Osamu says placing a tray enclosed by glass on the counter. There's onigiri inside, though it looks slightly different. "I need yer help carryin' my new onigiri recipes to Kita-san's, he's my taste tester."

"Oooh, yummy!" Hinata's mouth salivates.

"Can't you do it yerself?"

"Like I said it's an emergency, so I'll drive us to his place while you keep my onigiri safe and sound, I can't afford any accidents."

"I'll protect it with my life 'Samu!"

"So we've gone from volleyball pros to bodyguards... Or riceguards, I guess."

Osamu smirks, "Take it as a countryside trip."

- - -

It smells different on the outskirts of the city. The air is less polluted, less oppressive, and it has an earthy undertone when you breathe it in. It's one of the main perks of working on the rice fields —Kita's favorite part of his job— that offsets the extenuating physical labor. Atsumu once asked him why he'd chosen the farming business and his answer was simple: "It's enjoyable for someone like me. Besides, I'll be able to continue supporting my kouhais," and then he smiled. Back then he didn't give it much thought, but a humble man like Shinsuke Kita who never cared for fame or praise was a perfect fit for the role. He always worked harder than anyone with the sole purpose of doing things as neatly as possible.

"Heh, I get melancholic whenever we see Kita-san." Atsumu gazes outside from the backseat of Osamu's van as he holds the prized onigiri tray in his hands.

"Woaah, these rice fields are huuuuge!" Hinata sticks out his head inhaling the fresh air, his orange locks swirling with the current. "Go faster 'Samu, we're alone on the road!"

Osamu chuckles glancing to his side, "No rush, let's enjoy the sights on the way there."

"I thought it was an emergency."

"Nah, my deadline isn't until the weekend. By then I should have my menu ready to go, if Kita-san approves of the new flavors that is."

"Ooh, so that's why you were so excited."

"That's right, I'd like to hear yer opinion too."

"I'm sure it's super tasty as always, you're the best cook I've ever known...after my mom!"

"Why thank you Shouyou-kun, that's a real compliment," his eyes narrow with how elated his smile is — only Hinata manages that, he's a tough one to make happy.

"I just wish we didn't have to leave so early in the morning, I'm still kinda drowsy," he yawns.

"You can rest a while longer," Osamu taps on his lap glad to act as a pillow. Hinata curls on his seat leaning towards the driver seat, placing his head on Osamu's rather comfy crotch. He lets out a sigh and closes his eyes ready to fall asleep when an unexpectedly stiff thing pokes at his cheek.

"Oh?" the redhead quirks a brow.

"...Sorry, ignore that."

"What a strange pillow," Hinata teases rubbing his cheek on his bulge, stifling a laugh when the car skids sideways for a moment due to the driver's distraction.

"That's- t-too dangerous Shouyou-kun."

"I can't sleep like this, what should I do?"

Osamu grips onto the steer wheel eyeing how he mouths at his shape through his summer shorts. In a desperate attempt he resorts to thinking of unsexy stuff to stop himself from popping an instant boner, sadly his brain can't come up with anything; all his blood has already rushed between his legs. Next thing he knows his bottoms are around his thighs and his cock has flopped out completely hard slapping at Hinata's soft lips.

"Wow." Even Hinata is having second thoughts on this course of action, after all Osamu should really be focused on the road, not getting a blowjob. Still, when he looks up to know if he should keep going or not the face he's met with is that of uncontrollable lust, brows furrowed and quivering lips slurring several 'yes' followed by bad words and a concise 'do it.'

"Oh fuck, Shouyou..." Osamu groans.

God help him, because yes, he's getting sucked off right here and right now while he's driving his van, or tries to. He wants to grab at Hinata's hair and use his mouth like his personal cock sleeve, maybe let Jesus take the wheel until he comes deep in his lover's throat —it won't take that long— but his better judgement strongly advices against it. The redhead is doing his best to change his mind though, rocking his head back and forth so ardently spit starts slobbering from his mouth across his shaft. It's so filthy and erotic, coupled with the sucking noises and the way his cock visibly bobs within Hinata's cheek is taking a toll on Osamu's stamina.

"Nngh, dammit!"

He hits the brake stopping the van brusquely, only then he lets go thrusting to his liking, chasing his orgasm as Hinata moans aloud around his erection. The light rumble of his throat redoubles the pleasure while he squeezes the base spurring him to release in his mouth. And who's he to deny him of that treat?

"What the hell 'Samu, I almost dropped yer damn onigiri, be careful!!"

Atsumu's voice sounds distant, as though he were far away. In reality Osamu is too high in the clouds to care for his dumb twin while he basks in the aftershocks of a huge cumshot, thankful for Hinata's willingness to swallow everything and lick his shaft clean afterwards so his seat doesn't get any nasty stains.

"My bad 'Tsumu," the naughty redhead grins wiping his mouth with the edge of his t-shirt.

"I wanna be the driver next," Atsumu sulks.

"As if I'd let you drive my van."

"Don't be greedy ya shithead."

"Have you looked yerself in the mirror?"

"Yeah, I look like you, just more handsome."

"Son of a-"

Hinata leans his head on Osamu's lap drifting off to sleep with the twins' usual banter in the background.

- - -

They leave the van sporting clothes suit for the rustic area; Hinata changed into a plain white t-shirt and navy blue shorts, same as the Miyas except theirs are black with red lines to the sides. Comfy flip-flops complete their casual style.

"It's so good to see you Osamu-chan, oh, and you've brought company today. Welcome!" Kita's grandmother greets them at the porch with a serene smile and a pot of homemade iced tea, "Shin-chan is still working and I have to go run some important errands, please make yourself at home meanwhile."

Hinata bows respectfully thanking her for the drink.

"What a well-behaved boy," she pats his head, "Be careful around these rascals until my Shin-chan returns. He'll straighten them out."

"Hehe, don't worry, I can handle it!"

Atsumu scowls like a child who's been called out on his bad demeanor, "We won't fight again ma'am, I'm sorry we caused trouble the last time we visited."

And so the old lady walks away at a turtle pace to the nearest bus stop. Strangely Atsumu sticks to his word and places the onigiri tray on a table that's set outside along a couple of wooden chairs whose paint has faded from age. Probably the woman's daily tea spot, and now theirs as they wait for Kita. Hinata walks around the wide porch growing too impatient to stand idle, specially with so much open space that's yet to be explored.

"Do you mind if I go look for Kita-san?"

Osamu points to the smaller field behind the house, "He should be that way. I bet he's so absorbed in his harvest he forgot we were gonna meet."

"I'll bring him here, be right back!"

"There he goes, always doin' whatever he wants," the blonde smirks sipping on his tea.

It's hard to believe that a vast, beautiful greenery can flourish not so far from the city. The redhead takes off his flip-flops to step on the wet ground, spotting a person in the distance which he surmises must be Kita. He likes the sensation of his toes sinking in as he walks ahead —it reminds him of the beach— brushing his fingers through the tall crops as he approaches his goal. The atmosphere is incredibly calming; it makes sense that regardless of how sweaty and tired you end up after hours of work it would feel better than the daily routine at any office. His feet splish-splash startling the man.

"Hinata-san?" Kita asks covered by a straw hat that shades him from the harsh sunlight, the rest of his outfit —black shorts and an unzipped white hoodie— similar to the twins'.

"Hi Kita-san, I came to pick you up!"

"Oh, my apologies, I lost track of the time."

"Just as 'Samu said."

"I'm almost done, would you like to help me?"

Hinata crouches by his side. "Can I?"

"Of course, take this sickle and cut like I do."

There's a sort of technique to it, he realizes watching the angle and positioning of Kita's hands. Much like volleyball it requires precision not to spoil the crops and after a few minutes of doing it he finds himself sweating as if he were lifting dumbbells. Thanks to their combined effort they finish pretty quickly, taking a brief moment to catch their breath sitting on a dry ground patch.

"Phew, that's super exhausting!"

Kita chuckles, "Haha, you get used to it."

"You like it because...?"

"Hmm," he lifts his gaze to the sky, "It feels satisfying to achieve things with your bare hands. Cleaning, playing volleyball, farming — I've always been good with manual labor."

"He's so diligent, like Daichi-san," Hinata thinks that perhaps it's a quality inherent to all team captains. Persistence and a great amount of patience to deal with troublemakers.

"At first it was hard since people tend to undervalue this kind of job, but my grandma cheered for me and I managed to prove my worth. You understand, right? How important it is to recognize potential when nobody else does."

"I get it. When I started playing volleyball nobody believed in me, only my friends."

"It was the same with a setter I met who had earned a bad reputation in middle school."

"Hmm, is it 'Tsumu?"

"Clever boy," he pats Hinata's head as his grandmother did earlier. "I'm glad you were there for him, when he joined the Black Jackals he was a bit lost without his brother. He needs a partner that keeps him on his toes and helps him to get better, somebody who looks out for him in Osamu's stead."

"Yep, leave it to me! He keeps up with my pace too, we love challenging each other."

"That's all I could ask for, though he comes off as mean, blunt and selfish I know his heart is in the right place." Kita gently ruffles the ginger's hair, "Your head is getting too hot... Here, wear my straw hat for now and let's walk home before these two start fighting."

"If they haven't already."

- - -

"Hey 'Tsumu."

"What is it?"

Osamu leans his elbow on the table, hand under his chin while he stares in a reflexive manner at his tea glass. "How's volleyball for you lately, are the Black Jackals fun?"

"Duh, I'm havin' the time of my life makin' all these monsters dance to my tune. Are ya jealous yet, hm? Or have you decided to switch careers? Ain't gonna hook you up."

"Not really, just wonderin' if yer happy."

"Hella happy."

"Guess I'll give my thanks to Shouyou-kun."

Atsumu's face turns dramatically flushed, "The fuck-"

"Say, when did ya realize he was the one? Was it after the game against Karasuno?"

"K-kind of, I mean he caught my eye but it wasn't until- wait, w-what's this about?!"

"If you tell me I'll let you drive my van."

"Swear on mum."

"Fine, I swear it."

A pinky promise seals the deal.

So here's Atsumu Miya, the most badass motherfucker in his team, a mean machine with a tongue that hurts worse than a blade — stuttering like a shy maiden when he has to talk about his embarrassing high school crush. He twiddles his thumbs and speaks in a low voice tone as if he were admitting a dark secret; which it isn't, even a blind man could've seen his stares across the court net aimed at Hinata. Only him, always him.

"So during the spring tournament..."

- - -

A whistle marks the end of a volleyball set.

The spring tournament finished for Karasuno after facing Inarizaki and the strongest version of the Miya twins' quick attack, now on their third year of high school. Karasuno barely came up short but they put up such a good fight both teams shook hands absolutely extenuated. Neither of them ever made it to nationals, despite that the defeat wasn't as sour with their senpais cheering from the stands: Kita, Aran, Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi and Kiyoko congratulated their former teammates as if they had earned another trophy.

"Yo, Shouyou-kun," Atsumu calls from the opposite side of the court with a smug grin.

"Atsumu-san, nice game!"

"Told ya I'd beat yer ass in the interhigh."

They shake hands and the setter does his best not to melt under his touch, his blush camouflaged under the guise of sweat and physical effort. His soul almost leaves his body when Hinata takes the liberty to give him a friendly hug, the sudden closeness making Atsumu lightheaded for a second.

"Oh god, he's hotter with longer hair. Play it cool Atsumu, don't fuck this up. ...Shitshitholyshit we just bumped dicks."

"Don't get confident though, I'll be stronger next time we meet!"

"O-oh, is that so?" the blonde steels himself to withstand Hinata's adorable smile.

"Yeah, I'm going to train in Brazil soon."

"WHAT?! Yer leavin' Japan?!"

"For two years, I was lucky to find some contacts willing to help me with it." Namely Tanji Washijou, Shiratorizawa's 'Demon Coach' —an unexpected support— and Kenma, who offered to sponsor him.

"Dammit, I didn't get a chance to ask him out on a date."

"What's your plan after graduation Atsumu-san?"

"I'll join the V-league. I'm gonna be the top setter out there, better than Tobio-kun," he makes a pause locking eyes with Hinata, "Do you remember what I promised you last year?"

"You said you'd set for me one day."

"I was serious. I'll be waitin' Shouyou-kun, you better not disappoint me once you return."

Hinata stares at him with a hint of surprise on his face, "Wow, really? In that case I'll do my best, and I'll gladly hit any ball that comes my way until I can hit your tosses perfectly too!"

"Sounds like a deal."

"I can't wait to try my quick attack with another setter. No matter what other teams say, I don't believe any of these bad rumors, you're cool, suuuper cool!" the redhead jumps making the subject of his praise blush tenfold.

"Um, well, we could stay in contact if you'd like to, so why don'tcha give me yer phone-"

"Hurry up boke, we have to pack our things," Kageyama meddles in before they can finish talking, shooting his rival a spooky glare.

"Okaaay, let's talk again Atsumu-san, see ya!"

"Ah, wait..." he extends his hand to something he can't reach; not yet. For now he'll be patient and hope he can uphold his promise.

Osamu whispers from behind him, "What a pussy, you couldn't get his number again."

"I WAS ABOUT TO, MOTHERFUCKER!!"

"Right, you were fidgetin' like an idiot."

"Shut up, at least I got to second base."

"I would hardly call a hug second base, it wasn't even sexual."

"Whatever jerk, eat yer heart out."

"I'm more amazed by the fact that he wants to play with you, that's a big step forward."

Atsumu blinks slowly catching on what they agreed upon, pumping his fists in the air.

"Yoooosssshhhh!!! Third base, here I come!"

His brother laughs it off, "Not anytime soon."

- - -

"So that's the story. I set my mind then and there to become the best setter in Japan so I'd be able to stand by his side on the court."

"That's awfully sappy."

"Urgh, now hand over the van keys!"

"I still can't fathom it, you had no problem fuckin' anythin' mildly attractive that moved through high school, and then you turn all soft 'n mushy when Shouyou-kun appears."

"He's different."

"Yeah, how come?"

"I have feelings for him, unlike these people I fucked because I was horny."

"Yer a real asshole."

"I've got rid of my bad habits, okay?"

Osamu chortles slamming a hand on the table, "Bffft- I'd believe that the day you stop stealin' my food and return my clothes."

"They say love can change people."

"Not you 'Tsumu, you'll never change."

"Says who? Yer more cheerful and smiley since he's around too, admit it, even yer cookin' has gotten tastier all of a sudden."

"I guess we have our reasons."

The ice from the teapot clinks softly as they gaze at the rice fields that extend as far as the eye can reach. It feels as though there were many unsaid words floating in the air, but they don't want to ruin the calm moment by fighting over Hinata — not when they see him and Kita closing in, they'd get a double scolding.

"Guuuuys, I found Kita-san!"

The ex-captain wiggles a brow, "How odd, I didn't expect you to be waiting so peacefully."

"Told yer granny we'd behave."

"Where did you get that Shouyou-kun?" Osamu can't take his eyes off his straw hat, it somehow adds to Hinata's innate cuteness.

"Didn't want him to get a heat stroke," Kita replies noticing the twins' intense stares. "Although that isn't the biggest threat for you here, am I wrong?" he glances at the redhead.

"You could say that, haha."

"I should probably do something before they pounce at him," Kita sighs leaving his basket full of rice shoots on the table. "Why don't we leave our business for later? I've got an idea."

"But the onigiri tasting-"

"There's plenty of time. How about we reminisce in our volleyball days by doing a few bumps together?" he picks an old, seemingly abandoned volley ball from the porch, yet if it were it would be deflated by now. It's the one he trained with years ago.

"Gwaah, I get the chance to play with Inarizaki's captain! Let's go, pleaaase 'Samu!"

Atsumu joins the puppy eyes assault and his brother has no choice but to relent to them. They practice tosses, receives, some spikes here and there, and as they do there's a sense of synchronization even though Osamu and Kita don't belong to a court anymore. Years of practice and volleyball strategies are deeply etched in their brains.

"Get it 'Samu!"

A quick ball is sent towards him.

"Perfect."

His spike is absolutely brutal just as old times, the Miya twins remain a frightening team. However Kita always knew how to read them so he receives their attack with flawless positioning crouching on the grass.

"Nice kill," he smirks bumping the ball to Hinata, who's so amazed he can only stay still when the ball drops straight onto his head. "...Careful with my hat, Hinata-san."

"Bahahaha, you'd make a nice football player!" Atsumu wheezes laughing out loud.

"S-sorry, I was distracted thinking of my first game against you guys in high school."

Osamu is unable to stop himself from teasing him a little, "Yeah, the part where you forgot to hit the ball again was on point."

"Heeey!" Hinata chases after the twins while they sling more mocking words at him.

How things can change, Kita thinks, that a single person can make two irreconcilable personalities get along like he never thought possible. Maybe he wasn't the right man for the task as hard as he tried in Inarizaki; still, acknowledging what Hinata has achieved he feels nothing but happiness and a sort of pride he can't explain, akin to any parental figure watching how their kids have grown up.

"What's yer next trick Shouyou-kun, are you gonna receive the ball with yer bum?"

"He's an expert at workin' that ass already, I wouldn't be shocked in the slightest!" Atsumu sticks out his tongue running faster yet.

Kita shrugs, "Still a long road to maturity."

"Grrr, don't you have onigiri to eat?"

"Ah, yes... Osamu, let's go to the kitchen."

The rice experts take Osamu's special onigiri with them leaving the other two alone, which is exactly what Hinata wants; he removes his hat and sits on the bench swing under the porch slightly annoyed by his boyfriend's rude puns. Immediately after Atsumu begs his forgiveness by drooping an arm over his shoulders, kissing the top of his head and nudging his nose on it sniffing the pleasant scent of his citrus shampoo. His pillow smells like that whenever they spend the night together, so he's grown quite fond of it.

"Babe."

"Don't 'babe' me."

"I was tellin' the truth, yer ass should be considered a Japanese national treasure."

Hinata giggles, "Let me be mad for a minute, geez."

"By the way, I think Kita-san approves of you."

"Approve?"

"Y'know, as my boyfriend. He's like a strict father-in-law, 'Samu and I never got him to say he liked any of our past relationships."

"Pfft, don't be silly."

"It's important! He worries for us."

"I guessed as much by his words."

Atsumu squints, "Wait, were you gossipin'?"

"Maaaybe."

His answer makes the setter unusually nervous. "I don't do it anymore, whatever he's told you. High school was long ago, so..."

"Hmm, I wonder," Hinata brushes his bangs to the side as he prefers to style it, "Nope, looking closer you're still the same 'Tsumu."

The blonde pouts grasping his wrist. "Would the old me do this then?" he presses his lips at Hinata's own eager to prove how he's improved, a bit rashly, yet pleasant nonetheless as they both close their eyes.

Would the teenager version of Atsumu had done that? Hinata can't bet one way or the other, in truth he didn't know him that well before he joined the Black Jackals — but he does now, which doesn't help him all that much considering his conflictive personality. There's an Atsumu who wears a cute Jackasuke hoodie at home, an Atsumu who ruthlessly insults his fans, another who gets bright-eyed when his brother cooks, the liar, the greedy Atsumu and the one here with him, entwining their fingers while he kisses him so sweetly it's unlike him. Or, is this the real him?

And then Hinata finds his answer. He moves back and opens his eyes, "...No, you wouldn't have. You almost skyrocketed to the roof when I hugged you after that interhigh game."

"Guh- you noticed that?"

"I thought it was cute."

Atsumu gets a fuzzy feeling in his chest, which soon transforms into something else moving downwards. "The van," he whispers.

"Eh?"

"Let's have a quick one in the van."

"No, it's 'Samu's work van, he'll kill us!"

"I don't give a shit."

"Gwaah, wait, don't tug on my t-shirt!"

- - -

There's a tray of onigiri in front of Kita, mostly emptied after his meticulous testing —his rice knowledge surpasses even Osamu's— while his kouhai observes in silence, tense as though his life were on the line waiting for judgement after an immense cooking effort.

"Excellent, you've made a fine blend of flavors. I'm sure your recipes will be very popular."

"Thank you Kita-san, that's a relief."

"Your cooking has gotten better as of late."

"So I've been told," Osamu grins as he clears the kotatsu, "It's all in the rice quality though."

"Aren't you forgetting something, or rather somebody?"

"Hah, nothin' gets past you."

"I've known you long enough. I've also seen the type of guys you like, you two have always fought over the same people."

"We've agreed to cooperate rather than fight when it comes to Shouyou-kun."

Kita arches his brows in astonishment, "And how's that working out?"

"Like a fuckin' nightmare."

They burst into laughter as Osamu explains his daily struggles, but then a shriek coming from the outside makes them jolt on their seats. Rushing over to the porch they see what's caused it — Atsumu just tossed Hinata onto the van backseat, crawled atop, and is apparently tugging down at his shorts.

"Get the hell out of there!!" Osamu shouts.

"Ah, before you go," Kita mutters to him, "I'll be counting on you in case Atsumu messes up. Don't let Hinata-san go, he's got my pass."

"Got it."

"Shit, gimme ten minutes more," the setter grunts unwilling to remove his grabby paws.

"Hey idiot, didn'tcha want to be the driver? Here's the key, I want to nap in the backseat."

"Hell yeah! Look Shouyou-kun, I've got 'em!"

Hinata covers his blush with his hands, "Cool, now can you get off me before I die from embarrassment? Kita-san is glaring at us."

"Thanks for the great time Kita-san!" Atsumu smiles and waves, "Next time have a futon ready for us, we'd love to stay the night!"

"This isn't a love hotel," the man deadpans waving goodbye as the van drives away.

With his duty fulfilled and Kita's reassurance Osamu is free to relax; around five minutes later he's fell asleep soundly thanks to the rumbling of the backseat and the nice breeze coming in through the windows. With all things considered it seems his brother isn't that bad of a driver, in fact he's being extremely careful, going slow so he doesn't wake up from any road bumps. Although that too has an underhanded objective, obviously, otherwise he'd be over the speed limit by now.

"Shouyou-kun, do you wanna nap too?" he grins mischievously signaling to his lap.

The redhead nods letting out a long yawn. He reclines towards Atsumu's crotch and places himself in the right position to sleep, just as he would use a fluffy pillow. "So nice," he mumbles as his boyfriend delves his fingers within his hair, toying with his smooth curls in such a comforting manner he might just purr like a cat. Or perhaps he's already done it, because he hears a chuckle from above.

"Feels good huh."

"Mnnnn..."

"I love you."

Hinata flinches snapping his eyes open.

"I, uh, felt like tellin' you. I get worked up so easily it might seem like I only want to- you know, it ain't like that, not with you."

"U-huh."

"When we kiss it's a hundred times better than scorin' a point."

"Does he have to measure everything in volleyball terms?"

"It's just I fooled around with so many people I thought I'd get bored, but it's never been so-"

"Shush before you ruin it 'Tsumu."

"Right." He zips his lips staring ahead, his heart thumping so fast he feels it in his ears.

"Hm?"

"W-what now."

"I'm afraid I can't sleep like this."

Atsumu gasps when his shorts get pulled down to feel Hinata's breath against his skin.

"Oh, fuck..."

Who knows which Miya will be happier in the end? Although making a promise come true is a good start.