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“i’m sorry," he extends his arms out, his bag falling on the floor, not seeming to care, and he shakes his head, "but i’m not letting you leave me alone with these idiots."

atsumu yells, "hey!" picking himself up from the floor, throwing his hands in the air.

bokuto looks up from your shoulder, pulling away slightly once he sees sakusa's arrival and a sudden smile is back on his face.

he cheers, "you made it!"

and sakusa grumbles, "i always make it."

and bokuto smiles, "yeah, but i like cheering when you arrive."

you can't believe what you're hearing. sakusa? a frequent flyer in atsumu's house for movie night? what timeline is this? what is going on?

you move to the side, walking to where sakusa stands, hitting his shoulder lightly as you scoff, and he looks at you, eyebrows furrowed together.

"move." you tell him.

and he says back, just as firm as you are, "no."

"c'mon!" you frown, crossing your arms over your chest, “i thought we were friends!"

and from behind you both, bokuto says, “ouch.”

and it’s followed by atsumu shaking his head in sympathy, “that’s gotta hurt, man.”

your shoulders rise, rolling your eyes as you try your best to ignore the slight pink in sakusa's ears, turning on your heels to look at everyone.

“hey,” you wave them off, “we are all friends here.”

bokuto looks at atsumu, “i think i just got friendzoned.”

and he looks back at him, “i think i just got friendzoned too.”

atsumu turns his head to you, shaking his head disappontedly as he crosses his arms, “you are evil.”

you scoff, mimicking him, “i'm leaving.”

and in unison, all three of them tell you, "no!"

your shoulders fall with you, the frown on your face turning into a scowl, and you swear you've just about had enough to start yelling, but with bokuto on your right, atsumu on your left, and sakusa staring at you with a withering focus to not let you get past him, you're unsure what your odds are of winning an argument right now.

the door knob rattles, then with a twist, it swings open.

hinata comes in last, brown bags of food in his arms as he pushes the door behind him with his foot, and once he notices that all eyes are on him, he stops nervously by sakusa.

"so..." he laughs awkwardly, "am i late?"

“shoyo!” you cheer, “you’ve come to save me!”

he mirrors your smile, the wide grin forming on his face as you stare at him in delight, but he still tilts his head in confusion for what you'd mean.

"i'm trying to leave and they all won't let me, and it's not that i don't like movies or movie nights, but i just don't like being tricked into going to them! they're all crazy, did you know that? your team is crazy." you explain, your hands moving with you as you do.

hinata nods, slowly giving the brown paperbags to sakusa who rolls his eyes but takes them nonetheless.

then he looks at atsumu, eyebrows furrowing as he yells, "i told you this would happen!"

your smile falls, "you were in on this too?!"

"i told them it was a bad idea!" he yells back, looking at you.

“i was tricked into being here!” you yell, eyebrows furrowed together, “miya told me he needed help unloading the dryer!”

and sakusa nods, “he is believably stupid.”

( atsumu yells, “i'm right here!” and sakusa looks at him directly, “that’s why i said it.” )

“you’re never here,” bokuto cuts in, his hand on your shoulder back again as he grabs your attention, “you always reschedule.”

and you try to say, "i get bus-"

“even omi-kun shows up for the movie.” hinata intervenes his voice gentle as if to reason with you.

and sakusa shrugs, “it’s good for me to expose myself to stupidity every once in a while.”

you let out a sigh, laughing lightly at that, but you shake your head anyways, arms crossing over your chest, "i don't like being tricked."

and atsumu comes up to you, "i promise to have an actual laundry crisis next time."

you hit him jokingly on the shoulder.

"you know," you shake your head, "you guys could've just asked me to come tonight."

and bokuto answers, his hair falling with his frown, "and risk you not coming? we leave for the season tomorrow and you aren't coming with us and that's three days without you."

you have been rescheduling a whole lot lately, mostly because of the job transfer, but also because you're still unsure how to tell them that you were transferring jobs in the first place.

if they won't even let you leave movie night early, you can't even imagine how they'd take it when you tell them that you're switching careers.

“stay.” atsumu coos, pleading gently, “if not for us, do it for the movie.”

“i'll let you get the good spot on the couch." sakusa adds, nodding lightly to what atsumu's just said.

hinata grabs your shoulders, smiling widely as he looks at you, “you can also get the popcorn bowl.”

“and we have face masks!” bokuto cheers, nodding excitedly as you smile with him.

sakusa shakes his head, telling you, “they’re mine but they always trick me into bringing them here.”

and you laugh.

the four of them - they're a tough crowd to say no to, you wonder how you've gotten by for the last two years of being with them in one piece.

after all, they love you very much.

“fine.” you sigh, and the faux frown on your face is immediately wiped away when three of them cheer loudly and sakusa pats you gently on the back.

you roll your eyes, “you guys owe me.”

and atsumu scoffs, "as if we won't do anything for you already."

with the discussion over and all, the only thing left to do for the night is to actually sit back and watch that movie they've been talking about.

they all seemed so accustomed to this - to spending weekend nights together - and it makes you wonder just how often they actually do this.

“sit next to me?” bokuto walks with you, his smile smaller this time, but his hands don't fail to grab and squeeze yours when he reaches you, and he winks, “i’ve got a hell of shoulder to rest your head on when you get tired.”

you laugh, “movie’s that boring, huh?”

“it’s tsumu’s pick tonight,” he shrugs and he grins, “it’s going to be bad.”

( atsumu scoffs, “it’s like i’m not even standing here.” )

you let bokuto go on ahead without you, deciding to stay back in a corner to make some calls before you start your night, and it's hinata who walks up to you first with an extra jacket in hand.

"it gets pretty cold here." he smiles, handing you the fabric.

out of the four of them, hinata's the one who's always looked out for you the most. he brings you bottles of water when he really looks like he'd need it more, even letting you get the first sip of his in case you didn't want to share, but you always feel your face flush when he scores a point and you'd always be the first person he'd look to as if he wanted to know if you were watching him.

he tells you, “thank you for staying.”

and you smile, “i’m taken hostage.”

“hmm," he mirrors your expression, "you’re a very cute hostage."

and he walks off, leaving you alone once again to tend to your calls.

you make a few about work, one about your two weeks notice, and the last just to leave something spiteful on atsumu's voicemail.

you enjoy doing that so much that you didn't even notice sakusa coming up to you, already settled in the clothes he brought for the night, standing awkwardly and waiting for you to finish speaking into the phone.

he tilts his head, "you're not mad, are you?"

and you pat his shoulder, "i’m furious."

it's rare to get a smile from sakusa, but he's always been kind enough to you to show when he's delighted. sometimes you'd get the brow quirk with the crinkling of the eyes, other times he'd pat you on the back, moving lightly as to not touch you so much.

but tonight, he gives you a small smile, one that barely reaches his eyes, and it reminds you of when he'd insist to treat you to dinner before driving you home.

“i’ll drive you home,” he tells you, the smile on his face as short as ever, “don’t worry.”

and from afar, atsumu yells, “omi just wants alone time with you!”

and sakusa groans, “ignore him, he was dropped on the head.”

“as a child?” you smile, shoulders rising.

“that," he nods, and you notice the reddish pink from his ears, and he tells you, "and recently too."

atsumu comes up to you when sakusa finally goes, grinning ear to ear as he hands you the dvd remote for what you'll be bingeing tonight. his smile as proud as ever, and you see the little stars in his eyes.

“you’ve got an interesting team there, miya.” you tell him, teasing.

and he looks at you, “you seriously gonna call me miya all night?”

and you coo, “only until you leave."

he brings his hand up, "it's my apartment!"

and you repeat, grinning wider this time, "only until you leave."

atsumu is... different with you. he's a pain in the ass, and you're pretty sure he'll always be a bane in your existence, but out of every person you've ever met, atsumu will always be the most to stand out.

last season, he spent twenty minutes out in the freezing snow outside your house waiting for you to get home to bring you some files you left behind at the gym, and when you got there, you swear he was on the brink of actually freezing to death.

you spent the evening taking care of him, sitting by the fire place, and listening to him ramble on and on about his brother's restaurant opening up.

“you know they’re all in that line of helpless guys madly in love with you right?” atsumu grins, walking with you to the living room as he points subtly at the team.

"yes, well," you shrug, joking, “i have that effect on people.”

he laughs, but then he stops walking, his hand holding onto your arm so you stop with him, and he says, “just so you know,”

and you hum, “hm?”

atsumu smiles, “i’m in that line too.”