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It’d been exactly four months since Kiyoomi and Atsumu dropped that bombshell on their teams.
Everyone was slowly getting used to their domesticity, both teams getting closer and more comfortable around each other.
..especially Komori, Suna and Osamu.
Ever since their two idiots started going out in public, the trio began to hang out more often. At first it was just complaints on how lovey-dovey Kiyoomi and Atsumu were, but it began turning into late night conversations. Then video calls, then daily texts.
Eventually, all five of them began going out together. They were all friends after all!
“Psst.. pssst! Omi!”
Atsumu called out to his lover. Kiyoomi turned around, his curls bouncing slightly. “What, ‘Tsumu?”
“Don’t you feel the sexual tension between Sunarin, Motoya and ‘Samu?”
He’d barely heard the blond over the chatter of the festival. They were seated at a bench while said people ordered ice cream by a stall twenty feet away.
“Well.. Yeah. They keep making googly eyes at each other."
“I wanna set them up.”
Atsumu grinned mischievously, his lover sighing. This is the man I’m in love with, he thought.
And there, the second plan began. The couple plotted for weeks, making their plan so airtight their friends would definitely end up together. The plan was set, all they had to do was execute it.
MIYA 5 😈😈
osamu.miya : we’re at the theatre now. meet us by the popcorn stands.
read by all 13 days ago.
HI GUYS !!!!!
LETS MEET UP
AT OMIS HOUSE OR MY HOUSE???
sunaar1ntaro. : why not my house or motoya’s house?
komorimotorolatoya : YEAH TSUMU. why not my house or rins house 😐😐
BECAUSE I SAID SO.
TONIGHT 8PM?
ITS A FRIDAY SI WE DINT HAVE TI WORRY ABOUT SCHOOL!!!!!!!!
saku.omikiyo : i’m down. tsumu, your house.
OKAYYYYY!!!!!
osamu.miya : what
WHAT
TSUMU
WE NEED TO PREPARE
AND TELL MOM
WHY DIDNT I KNOW ABOUT THIS
komorimotorolatoya : HELP MEEE YOU DIDNT TELL SAMU???
oopsie.. (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)
7:53 PM
saku.omikiyo : @miya.tsutsu @miya.osamu , komori and i are outside.
OH OKYA!!!! RIN IS ALREAYD INSIDE!!!
ILL GET THE DOOR
samus taking a shit (っ˘ڡ˘ς)
sunaar1ntaro. : HELP ME I HEARD SAMU SCREAM FROM THE BATHROOM
miya.osamu : FUCJ OFF TSUMU
WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT
heh.. 😼
komorimotorolatoya : oh.. i hope you have a banger shit mumu !!!
Miya Osamu has left the group chat.
HELP MEEEEEEE
sunaar1ntaro : MOTOYA.
komorimotorolatoya : HELP MEEEE I DIDNT THINK HE’D LEAVE
Miya Atsumu has added Miya Osamu to the group chat.
miya.osamu : you all need to be euthanized.
read by all at 7:59 PM
Around an hour into their sleepover, the five volleyball players ran out of snacks. It was all apart of the plan, when Atsumu packed all their snacks and gave it to random friends and classmates at school.
“Ah! Y’all, we’re out of food!” Osamu shrieked. Kiyoomi scoffed. “Fatass.”
“WHAT DID’JA JUST SAY TO ME?!”
“Chill, ‘Samu. Omi and I can go to the store and get some snacks!”
“Okay, be quick. Don’t get hit by a car.” The grey haired Miya replied.
“Don’t get molested by old men in alleyways,” the libero added.
The dark brunette chained, “don’t get ripped to shreds and eaten by rabid dogs!”
“Don’cha worry! We won’t fall into a meat grinder on the way home!”
…
“You lot are fucking weirdos,” Kiyoomi mumbled as he slipped on his shoes. The other four giggled before Atsumu followed.
Osamu, Rintarou and Motoya had gotten so absorbed in their conversation, they didn’t notice how the Itachiyama ace locked all them in from the inside. They didn’t notice when Atsumu yelled “have fun!” before leaving the three cramped in the tiny bedroom taken up by bunk beds and furniture.
Osamu was mid-way through an explanation on why tuna-mayo was structurally superior to plum onigiri when the lock of the deadbolt echoed through the room, cutting through the conversation. “No way..” Rintarou mumbled as Osamu stood up. “Did.. did that scrub just lock us in..?”
A second of silence passed. Then another, then another before Osamu started pounding on the door. “Tsumu! Kiyoomi! What the fuck?!”
Rintarou was already on his phone, calling Atsumu. “Fuck, he blocked me. Let me try Kiyoomi.” He was met with the same response. “The number you have dialed is not accepting calls from this number right now,” the woman’s voice said over the speaker.
“Oh shit..” Motoya grabbed his phone, checking his messages with Atsumu. “Tsumu blocked me as well. Kiyo wouldn’t block me. He wouldn’t!” The libero nervously laughed as he flipped through his contacts.
“Oh.. I lied, he did block me. He left me a message though! ‘Good luck in confinement, you better be making out when we get home’,” Motoya read out loud. His face went beet red, and he almost missed the way Osamu and Rintarou’s ears brightened when he looked away.
Rintarou chuckled, turning away nervously. “Ah.. so they were trying to play cupid, huh?” He paused for a moment, before continuing. “Well.. I hope they were right.”
The other players’ heads snapped up. “W-what?” Osamu croaked out, already feeling his throat drying.
“If they were wrong I’m gonna jump out your window and run away to Brazil..” The middle blocker mumbled, just a little louder this time.
“R-really? Both of us?” Motoya asked, the pink already spreading to his neck.
“Maybe..”
“..I like ya both too.”
Two pairs of eyes flicked to Osamu who was facing a corner, back turned to the other two, before flicking to each other.
Rintarou stood up slowly, turning Osamu’s head into a kiss from behind. The position was loose enough that Osamu could move away if he wanted to, but he really didn’t. Motoya went next, going in to kiss Osamu.
Kiyoomi and Atsumu tip-toed in the hallways, trying to be sneaky but absolutely failing. They were giggling like highschool girls, unlocking each door. When they finally made it to the twins’ bedroom, they cracked the door open just to see Osamu, Rintarou and Motoya cuddled up on Osamu’s part of the bunk.
11:43 PM
miya.tsutsu has created a group chat.
miya.tsutsu has added saku.omikiyo, miya.osamu, sunaar1ntaro, komorimotorolatoya, gin.hito!!, ojiroaran, iizunatsukasa01 and kitashinsuke.
miya.tsutsu has renamed the group chat to INARIZAKI + ITACHIYAMA GC💪🏽💪🏽
@all
@all
@all
ojiroaran : ?
kitashinsuke : Atsumu, it is nearly midnight. What is this group for, and why so suddenly?
iizunatsukasa01 : What’s happening? Is there an emergency we need to be informed of?
gin.hito!! : atusmu wtaf i wad sleepinf
ojiroaran : Tsumu, are you okay? What is this for?
this gc is pretty important now that most of ur members are dating lolol
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gin.hito!! : no fucking way.
kitashinsuke : Oh. I see. Thank you for sharing this with our teams, Tsumu. Goodnight, everyone.
It was none other than a picture of Osamu curled up on his bed. Rintarou was sitting beside him, basically drooling on his shoulder, while Motoya was curled up on both their laps.
“Adorable, ain’they?”
“Yes, but you’re noisy. Come on, let’s go sleep in the guest bedroom.”
Kiyoomi pulled a blanket over the three while Atsumu cleaned up the room and left the snacks on the table.
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the end ☆⌒(ゝ。∂)