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“Come on baby- gimme one more.” Shoyo hummed.

His voice was rough, muffled slightly by the flesh of your thighs that were currently situated tightly against his head..

The sounds you were making from his constant licking and sucking and the sounds he made doing so were obscene. You’d lost count of how many times he’d made you cum already, skilled fingers and tongue blurring your vision. 

You were loosely propped up against the headboard of his bed, one hand gripping the sheets underneath you while the other was twisted in Shoyo’s sun bleached orange hair, trying to pull his face closer to your quivering body, as if he hadn’t already been near suffocating himself in your essence for the past hour. He hadn’t even bothered taking his boxers off, focused fully on you.

Shoyo was laid at your feet, arms twined under your thighs and locked tightly together over your lower stomach to keep you in place as he devoured you. Your hips desperately tried to move- to get more friction where you most needed it- but he refused, tightening his hold any time he felt you shift. The only friction you got was the occasional bump of his freckled nose against your clit. He, on the other hand, shamelessly thrust his own clothed hips into a pillow he’d crammed underneath himself.

You were so unbelievably overstimulated from his constant ministrations that there were tears in your eyes. Never in a million years did you expect your night to end up like this.

If you were being honest, you suspected Shoyo was a virgin going into the relationship. You weren’t a diehard fan of his, but you had seen his interviews and saw the posts his obsessed fans regularly made- assuming lots of things about him based on any tidbit of information they could get their grubby little fingers on. Their view of him had inadvertently skewed your own view, so you simply assumed his fans knew more and that he was indeed as innocent as they say. 

So when he brought you back to his place and feverishly kissed you as soon as his condo door had closed, warm palms sliding under the hem of your shirt to press into the skin there, all thoughts of him being a virgin flew out the window. 

The way he confidently shimmied all of your clothes off without breaking the kiss, save for the few milliseconds it took for your shirt to slide off your head. 

The way he smiled so gently at you as he kissed his way down your body, silently watching for any hesitance from you as he slotted himself between your thighs. 

The way he pushed your thighs apart to get a better look at you, gazing hungrily in unabashed awe. 

No. No novice could make you squirm quite like this. You’d have to thank the person who taught him the ways of the bedroom in Brazil.

The light brush of teeth against your clit shot white hot electricity up your spine, and your back arched as much as it could in Shoyo’s hold, a loud whine escaping you. The pads of his fingers pressed firmly into your stomach, nails just barely leaving indents on your skin.

“Please Sho- I can’t-“

Shoyo shushed you, the burst of cold air against your heated core had your fingers tightening in his hair. His continued attack with his mouth had your heels digging into his back for some leverage. Saliva mixed with the liquid drooling from your cunt had his tongue gliding effortlessly around and inside of you with zero friction. You were positive you’d never been this wet for anyone before. Your thighs trembled against his head as he worked, exhausted from the past hour of constant stimulation.

Just as you were starting to build up to another high, he lifted his head from your legs to gaze at you with half-lidded eyes, honey colored irises drinking in the sight. You clenched around nothing, both from the loss of his tongue and from the sight of your slick glistening on Shoyo’s lips. 

Your heart skipped a beat as he gave you a shining smile. How could one man look so cute and alluring at the same time? 

“You look so beautiful. Are you sure you can handle one more? ‘Cuz I can stop if I need to.”

Your hesitance at going one more round vanished instantly at his genuine inquiry. You didn’t doubt that Shoyo would stop if you asked and at this point, you didn’t really want this night to end- even if that meant him bringing you to the edge a hundred times more. Shoyo could sweet talk you into jumping off a cliff, that you were certain. 

“N-No, I can do it. One more, please Shoyo.”

Shoyo grinned up at you with those pearly whites of his. His hair was feathered in every direction from your fingers, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. He had been buried in you for quite a while after all, oxygen probably being sparse while your face is pressed so firmly against another person. Not being able to help yourself, you brushed a finger over his chin, gathering up as much liquid as you could before sucking the finger into your mouth. 

He watched as you twirled your tongue around the digit, lapping up every last drop. You saw his hips grind down into the pillow underneath him with a newfound intensity. Shaking off whatever fog had momentarily clouded his mind, he gave you one last look before diving in again, somehow even more feverish than he had been all night.

It took everything in you to resist crushing him between your thighs on accident, muscles in your entire lower half locking at the pleasure. You focused on putting all of that tension into your heels that dug into his back instead. Shoyo hummed in pleasure at the dull pain from your feet and dug his face deeper into your cunt, tongue gliding through your folds to gather up every drop of your slick that he could.

Eyes squeezed shut, you brought both hands to his head to gather his orange strands into your grip as you felt the faint dull of your climax coming back on, moaning shakily.

“Sho, I’m-“ you whimpered as his mouth was suddenly replaced with his lithe fingers, digits pausing their dive into you only momentarily to gather up some of your essence before pushing deep inside.

Since his fingers were now working into you instead of keeping your hips in place, you were able to rock in time with the thrust of Shoyo’s fingers. You could feel the calloused pads of his middle and pointer finger as they curled up against your inner walls, rubbing the gummy tissue there. His thumb descended to press firmly into your clit, rubbing in small circles. 

With his mouth now free, he used his free hand to hold one of your thighs open so he could press his lips into the flesh there, hot and humid breath fanning your skin. From his new vantage point, Shoyo watched with wonder as you arched your back, head pressed firmly against the headboard as you neared your peak. 

Shoyo could tell you were getting close, your walls clenching as tightly as they could around his fingers and your thigh quaking in his grasp. Grinding his hips into the pillow underneath him, he watched your expression as he slipped his ring finger in to join the other two and sunk his teeth into the meat of your thigh. Your eyes rolled back into your skull at the fullness, blubbering unintelligibly as you finally neared orgasm for the umpteenth time that night.

Shoyo basked in the feeling of your cunt sucking him in as you came, lapping at the indent he made with his teeth as you rode your high. He continued to curl and scissor his fingers until he felt you beginning to relax, legs slowly easing and falling to the sheets below. 

Both breathing heavily, Shoyo worked up the will to pull his fingers away and brought his head to rest on your stomach. It took a while for your vision to clear and stop seeing stars, but once it did you started to gently comb your fingers through his hair to try to make up for the harsh pulling.

“How’d I do?” Shoyo asked, turning his head to prop his chin up on your stomach, looking at you with sparkling eyes.

You huffed a laugh and wiped a droplet of spit from his chin. “How’d you do? Well….. it was alright. 6 out of 10 I guess?”

Shoyo’s smile dropped and he propped himself up on his elbows. “6?! What could I have done better-“

You laughed and shushed him with a finger. “I’m kidding, Sho. It was amazing. You’re amazing. Now c’mere you goof.”

Shoyo happily obliged, crawling up to rest on top of you. Enjoying the heavy weight of him, you hugged him tightly, kissing his forehead in thanks as he peppered kisses all over your neck. While he did, you noticed the pillow down at the end of the bed that had a very visible wet stain on it and frowned, suddenly overridden with guilt. Here you were, basking in post-orgasmic bliss while Shoyo was left rutting into a pillow all night.

Using all of your strength (which was minuscule compared to his), you flipped him onto his back so you knelt over him. He looked up at you with those soft, brown eyes and gave you a goofy grin. In the soft lamp light, you admired the spattering of freckles on his cheeks.

“Did you get to cum at all, Sho?”

Shoyo suddenly looked sheepish, trailing his fingers over your thighs and looking at the light in the ceiling. “Well…. no- but I don’t mind! Tonight was all about you, and- hm!”

He abruptly stopped talking as you splayed your hands over his stomach. Slowly, you ran your hand over the muscles of his abdomen, dipped your fingers into the curve of his hip bones, then slipped the digits into his boxers. He was rock-hard in your hand and you could feel how wet his boxers were from the pre that had probably been drooling out of him all night as he humped the pillow. 

The beach was always bustling with activity in Brazil, especially on sunny weekends like this one. Tourists and locals alike were taking advantage of the sunny day, amidst a week full of rain, and Shoyo and yourself were no different. Ever since moving to Brazil with Shoyo after his time with MSBY, the beach has become your new favorite spot to sit and relax.

It took a while to adjust to the extremely hot temperatures, but with the aid of copious amounts of sunscreen, an umbrella and sunglasses, the beach was perfect. An added bonus, of course, was watching Shoyo tear up a sand volleyball court with his Brazilian friends. He missed his old teammates and colleagues in Japan and you both missed your families dearly, but this new life was exciting and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your new favorite hobby was watching Shoyo play beach volleyball. His tan had come back full force now that he was back in the sun every day, freckles and sunspots covering almost every inch of his body. His regular attire most days included shorts, an athletic tank top and a pair of sunglasses to help him see in the glare of the sun. You loved these outfits because it gave you a front row seat to watch his hard-earned muscles work as he played.

Today was no different. You watched him play as you lounge in your small beach chair, protected under the cover of an umbrella and a book in your hand. All around you, families and individuals were dotted along the beach. Some were playing in the water, while others were lounging on the beach like you. Various sports games were in play as well. Lots of groups were playing beach volleyball, others were kicking a soccer ball around.

You focused mostly on Shoyo’s game in front of you as he played against a random duo with his friend Heitor. Usually, Heitor’s wife Nice and their kids join you on the beach but one of their kids had a fever so they decided to stay home. So instead, you buried your nose in a book to pass the time.

After applying another layer of sunscreen to your legs, you kicked back in your chair and propped open your book, glancing over at the volleyball game. As always, Shoyo looked like he was having the time of his life. He loved the challenge of playing on the sand in contrast to playing on a hardwood floor.

“Got it!” he yelled, as he crouched low to receive a spike, perfectly bumping it to Heitor who set the ball right back to Shoyo. Jumping high in the air, Shoyo executed a perfect line shot and gave the two of them another point. Cheering, the two high fived each other and Shoyo went back to dish out another serve.

Smiling at his energy, you returned to reading with a content sigh. The chatter of people around you was pushed to the back of your mind as you got lost in the pages. You don’t know how long you were reading until you were interrupted by someone yelling “Heads up!”.

Flinching back to prepare for whatever was coming your way, you were showered with a spray of sand when a soccer ball slammed into the beach right next to you. Cursing under your breath, you wiped the coarse sand off your face and spit out the couple of grains that got in your mouth. You looked up as the culprit ran up next to you.

“Sorry! Kicked it a little too hard.”

It was a man, seemed to be your age, and you supposed he would be attractive if you weren’t head over heels in love with the ginger that was playing just down the beach. He was tall and broad, neglecting to wear a shirt to show off his well toned body. He gave you a confident smirk as you nudged the soccer ball back in his direction with your foot.

“I would’ve kicked it in your direction a lot sooner if I knew someone as gorgeous as yourself was sitting here all alone. I’m Davi, nice to meet you! Where you from?”

This Davi person plopped himself down in the sand right next to your chair, sitting way too close for comfort. You gave him a strained smile and glanced over to where Shoyo was playing. He unfortunately hadn’t seen the stranger approach you, too engrossed in his game to notice.

“I’ve lived here for a couple years now, but I was born in Japan.”

Davi looked intrigued and propped his elbows up on his knees which brought his hands uncomfortably close to your bare thighs. You shifted to sit a little further away from him, hoping he would get the hint and leave but he stayed rooted in his spot.

“Cool! I was born and raised here. If you’d like, I can show you some of my favorite local spots! I’ve got a couple of bars in mind, some nice restaurants. I know a guy that owns a private beach with some of the clearest water you can find in Praia Grande. What do you say?”

You were sure it was painfully obvious your smile was fake, but you didn’t care. “Sorry Davi. Like I said, I’ve lived here for a couple years so I’m familiar with the local haunts and this beach works just fine for me. Plus, my boyf-”

Davi cut you off. “C’mon beautiful, it would be fun!” He reached out to rest his hand on your thigh.

This was your last straw. You tried to let him off easy to get the sleazebag away from you, but being nice obviously wasn’t working. You were about to stand up from your chair to tear into him, but before you could, a volleyball came sailing over and drilled Davi right in the side of his head. The ball then gracefully fell right into your lap. Your smile turned into a genuine one when you saw your hero leisurely jogging your way, in no rush to check on the man who was just clocked by a powerfully spiked volleyball.

“Ah, sorry about that, guy! Didn’t see ya there!” Shoyo happily exclaimed, coming to a stop in front of you both.

Davi was rubbing his cheek that was already beginning to turn bright red, the faint outlines of volleyball stitches starting to form. Shoyo gently took the ball from your hands, giving you a slight look that was his quiet way of asking if you were alright. You gave him a reassuring smile which seemed to calm his nerves. He served the ball back to Heitor, who had already found a new partner to help him continue the game, before snagging the giant bottle of sunscreen that sat next to you. He settled himself down in the sand right between your legs and handed you the sunscreen over his shoulder.

“Could you give me a touch-up, babe? I can feel my last coat starting to wear off.”

You were shocked by his nonchalant attitude, but you weren’t really surprised. Shoyo was the nicest person you had ever met, and probably ever will meet. He wouldn’t be the type of guy to get angry and yell at someone if they were hitting on you, as it wasn’t in his nature. But he could put his foot down in other ways like he was now. Not giving Davi the time of day and making it very clear to him that he wasn’t wanted or needed here and that you were already happily with someone else.

You took the sunscreen from Shoyo’s hand and gave Davi a sweet smile. “Sorry, maybe next time.”

Davi didn’t give any more pushback, slinking away in defeat back to his soccer group. You gathered up a generous amount of sunscreen in your palms and started to knead it into Shoyo’s golden shoulders. He tilted his head back once Davi was out of earshot to look at you, concern swimming in his brown eyes.

“Are you ok? I’m sorry I didn’t come over sooner, I was too distracted with the game to realize something was wrong. I’m going to watch you more from now on when Nice and the kids aren’t here so it doesn’t happen again, alright?”

Your heart swelled with adoration. Shoyo was always so attentive and concerned about your wellbeing. It was one of the things that attracted you to him in the first place. Placing your hands on the sides of his face, you tilted his head back just a little more so you could plant a tender, upside down kiss on his lips. His face was hot from playing in the sun for hours.

After a couple seconds, you pulled away and looked into his eyes with a loving smile. “I’m ok, Sho. Thanks for rescuing me. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. I think he thought I was a random tourist.” You giggled.

Shoyo smiled and brought his arms up to drape over your legs that trapped him on either side, running his fingers over your shins. “Good thing I got here in time. Any longer and you might’ve run off with him.”

You knew he was teasing. He knew that you’d rather walk right into the ocean in front of you and drown rather than be with someone that wasn’t him. He knew that because he’d do the same thing.

After you finished thoroughly massaging the sunscreen into the muscles of his neck, shoulders and the parts of his back that were visible around his tank top, you leaned forward to press a kiss to the nape of his neck. He squeezed your shins in response and melted into the cradle of your legs. You carded your fingers through his damp hair and watched the volleyball game that Shoyo had abandoned.

“Don’t you want to get back to the game?”

Shoyo shook his head and buried his toes into the warm sand in front of him. “Nah, I think I’ll stay here and watch with you. Also, I heard that guy mention he knows someone that owns a private beach around here? Wanna do some internet stalking and try to find that beach so we can go skinny dipping tonight?”

You laughed and squeezed his body with your thighs, busying yourself by drawing lines between the freckles on his back. “That sounds perfect.”

-

One would think you’d be more excited to see the cumulation of hours and hours of hard work come to a head once your best friend’s wedding came around. Working closely with the bride-to-be (Kumi) and the maid of honor (her sister), it took months to plan your best friend’s perfect fairytale wedding. Tiring, grueling nights of research, long phone calls, nonrefundable deposits and arguing had finally paid off.

Kumi had found the most beautiful countryside venue for her ceremony. The venue was surrounded by lush forest, spattered with cherry blossom trees that were thankfully in bloom at this time in April, giving the area an ethereal feeling. Rows of white chairs lined the grass, an aisle nestled between the rows that was dusted with white rose petals and cherry blossoms, leading to an elaborate archway decorated with drapes of tulle, ribbons and flowers.

Wedding guests were already in their seats, talking reverently amongst themselves as they awaited the wedding processional, soft romantic music filling the background. You couldn't have asked for better weather either. It was a sunny, clear skied day and since it was April, it wasn’t stiflingly hot.

So why weren’t you giddy with happiness? 

Because you were nervous. 

You wanted this to be the most perfect day for your friend, one that she’ll cherish forever. What if something went horribly wrong? What if someone in the procession tripped? What if the caterers for the luncheon give everyone food poisoning? What if someone breaks their ankle on the dancefloor?

A million possibilities ran through your mind of what could possibly go wrong during the next couple hours but the procession was actually the part you were most worried about. Usually, there would be some sort of practice rehearsal the day before to make sure everyone knew what order to walk out in, how to timely do so, and to make sure everyone knew where to stand. Unfortunately, a rehearsal wasn’t done due to half of the procession still traveling from Tokyo the day before and not making it into town until late that night so no one was able to practice.

Behind a remodeled rustic barn that served as the inside portion of the venue and out of sight from all the guests, everyone was scrambling to get in the proper order to walk out. The officiant was going to walk out first so he could take his spot under the archway. Next in line was the groom who, besides the utter chaos around him, looked as cool as a cucumber.

Due to living a pretty large distance away from each other, you didn’t have the chance to get to know Kumi’s boyfriend, fiance and now almost-husband very well. From what you have learned though, was that Kita Shinsuke was the calmest, sweetest and most brutally honest person you had ever had the chance of meeting. While you were almost scared to talk to him at times, you could see how your friend had fallen head over heels for him. He was so gentle and soft spoken, especially to her. She was going to have the most peaceful life with him.

He looked very sharp with his tailored light grey 3-piece suit and his dainty baby pink bowtie. His hair wasn’t styled much different than what it usually looked like. If anything it looked just the slightest bit wind-swept with the small breeze that blew through the air. How he managed to look so nonchalant at a pivotal moment of his life like this, you had no clue. 

Following him was Kita’s grandma and Kumi’s mother who were going to walk down the aisle together, both dressed in cream dresses. At the tail end of the party, Kita’s little nephew and Kumi’s niece acted as the ring bearer and flower girl. Behind them, hidden from Kita’s view just inside the barn, Kumi was waiting to emerge with her older brother who was going to walk her down the aisle, as her father had passed away years ago.

Sandwiched right in the middle of the party were the groomsmen and bridesmaids which is where the real issue lay. Since no one was able to practice the procession, none of you knew who you were supposed to be walking down the aisle with and it didn’t help that Kita had asked practically his entire high school volleyball team to be his groomsmen. Luckily, your friend had picked just as many bridesmaids so there were even numbers but there were 10 different couples. 20 bridesmaids and groomsmen in total. Which was absolute lunacy in your personal opinion. 

The maid of honor was whisper-shouting the names of each couple that were supposed to walk down the aisle together. She was paired with Kita’s best man, a tall dark-skinned man named Aran Ojiro. As she went down the list, each bridesmaid and groomsman scrambled to find each other and get in the procession line. She called a couple names before she finally called yours. 

“(L/n) (Y/n) and Miya Atsumu.”

You were briefly surprised when she called your partner’s name because she had already called another Miya to partner up with a different bridesmaid. He was tall and handsome, dark brown hair swooped to the right, looking casual but put together at the same time. Were the two related? You didn’t have to think for long as a warm body sidled up to you.

Definitely twins, was your first thought. They looked eerily similar, especially since they were wearing the same outfit. All of the groomsmen wore a white button down shirt with a light gray suit vest and slacks, all tied together with a baby pink tie. This twin however, had blonde hair that was styled to gently swoop to the left and he seemed to be slightly broader than his brother.

Extremely handsome, nonetheless. Almost unnervingly so. 

He looked down at you with a casual smile and flashed a perfect set of pearly white teeth. “Are you (L/n) (Y/n)?”

You suddenly felt very self conscious about the way you looked. How were you supposed to walk down the aisle on the arm of a man that looked like- well- that? The pink dress you wore to match all of the other bridesmaids felt too hot and restricted. You were suddenly worried you were going to sweat through your dress. Did your hair look alright? Was your makeup smeared?

Realizing you had just been staring at him, all you managed to squeak out was a pathetic “Yes”.

He probably noticed your raging blush underneath the heavy layer of makeup covering your cheeks but he didn’t say anything about it, instead choosing to lead you over to the procession line to stand behind his twin and the bridesmaid he was linking arms with. 

Atsumu held out his ridiculously strong looking arm to you and you hesitantly looped your hand into the crook of his elbow. You could feel the bulge of his bicep beneath his shirt and you felt yourself getting woozy. You couldn’t tell if it was because of the sudden temperature spike, how painstakingly gorgeous the man who stood next to you was, the nerves or a combination of all of it.

You didn’t realize that you were shaking until Atsumu dipped his head down to look at you in concern. “Are y’ alright? Yer tremblin’.”

He had the same Kansai accent that Kita had. You couldn’t deny that it fit him beautifully. You nodded and gave him a tight lipped smile. “Yeah, I’m alright. Just nervous I guess.”

Atsumu huffed in amusement and nudged your ribs with the elbow you held onto. “What for? Yer not the one gettin’ married.”

With the hand that wasn’t holding onto his elbow, the hand that held a small bouquet of pale pink and white flowers, you very delicately tapped his chest in retort. You couldn’t smack him as hard as you wanted to, in lieu of destroying the fragile bouquet. “I know that! I just- I don’t know. I want this to go as smoothly as possible. Kumi and Kita deserve the most perfect wedding and what if I trip over these stupid heels walking down the aisle or something.”

You shifted on your feet to prove your point, your heeled feet squishing into soft grass you stood on. Atsumu looked down to watch you squirm in place, then surprised you by lifting his free hand up to pat your hand that rested on his arm.

“I’ll catch you if y’ fall. Or fall with you, so yer not as embarrassed if yer really that worried ‘bout it. We can humiliate ourselves together..”

You looked up at him with a raised brow. He’d do that for you? You couldn’t deny it made your heart race that this attractive man that you’d met not two minutes ago would go to such lengths to calm your nerves, even if that meant embarrassing himself. You gave him a genuine smile this time, squeezing the soft muscle of his arm.

“Thank you for the offer, that’s very sweet of you. Let’s just both agree to not fall for the next 20 minutes and save our humiliating moves for the dancing later tonight.”

Atsumu smiled at that idea and straightened up. “Save me a dance?”

Butterflies exploded in your stomach and suddenly you weren’t so worried about the ceremony anymore, instead looking forward to the night to come. “Absolutely.”

A venue employee motioned for the start of the processional to begin and the officiator made his way out from behind the barn to start down the aisle, followed a handful of slow seconds later by Kita who’d take his place next to him. Kita’s grandma and Kumi’s mom followed after and then next were the bridesmaids and groomsmen. Atsumu and yourself were 6th in line so it took a while before it was your turn. Once Atsumu’s twin made his way out, a couple of seconds passed before the two of you started your walk.

Instead of keeping his free hand down by his side like all the groomsmen before you had, Atsumu kept his free hand resting over yours that sat nestled in his arm. You realized he was doing it to help keep you steady if you needed it. If your legs weren’t wobbly before, they certainly were now.

The slow walk down the aisle felt ages long but probably took about 30 seconds tops. It was terrifying having all the attendees watching you walk down the aisle but you kept your cool and kept a soft smile on your face. You couldn’t see it, but Atsumu was cheesing the whole time. He loved weddings, especially when he got to walk down the aisle with a pretty bridesmaid.

Once the both of you reached the end of the aisle, Atsumu gently let go of your hand and you hesitantly let go of his arm to join the line of bridesmaids. You couldn’t help but look at him before you parted. Everyone was focused on the couples behind you anyway so no one was paying attention to you two at the moment. Atsumu gave you a sly smile and a wink before turning to take his place in the line, not before giving a nod to Kita who gave him a rare gentle smile.

The rest of the ceremony went swimmingly. Kumi looked so beautiful walking down the aisle with her brother. The ever stoic Kita had tears in his eyes the second she came into view, and his voice even wobbled as they exchanged vows. You were embarrassed to admit that half the time the officiator was talking, you weren’t watching the happy couple, instead focusing on the line of groomsmen behind Kita. 

Atsumu had a sort of magnetism to him you couldn’t deny. He seemed to be having the same problem as you because you made eye contact on multiple occasions and his smile broadened each time. The ceremony flew by and Kita and Kumi officially became husband and wife with a sweet kiss, prompting cheers from all the attendees.

The newlyweds made their way back up the aisle, smiling and holding hands while being showered in white flower petals. The bridesmaids and groomsmen then linked back up with their assigned partners to follow them once they were through. While most linked arms again, Atsumu surprised you by interlocking your fingers and tugging you down the aisle with him in giddy happiness. His energy was contagious and you were laughing right along with him through the white petals.

Once the exciting energy of the ceremony wound down, it was time for pictures which took an awful long time. There were a large variety of shots. Large family pictures, pictures of just parents/grandparents, Kumi and all the bridesmaids, the groomsmen tossing a rather hesitant Kita into the air, etc. There was only one picture where you were placed next to Atsumu (to your disappointment) but when he put his hand on the small of your back while everyone smiled at the camera, you decided you wouldn’t complain.

The luncheon followed next, which you helped oversee to make sure everything was running smoothly. By the time it was time to actually sit down and eat, all the circular tables towards the front of the room where the other bridesmaids and groomsmen were sitting by the head table had been filled from what you could see. You were about to find an extra seat at one of the emptier far tables but before you could, Atsumu waved you over to his table where a seat next to him was being saved. You thanked him profusely and sat down just as Kumi’s sister gave her maid of honor speech, followed by Kumi and Kita giving their own speeches. You couldn’t help but tear up as they spoke, their adoration for each other very apparent. 

While they spoke, caterers brought plates of food around to the tables. The main course consisted of salmon smoked to perfection with a side of rice straight from the family farm Kita owned and operated. Along with a couple other sides, cups of sake were passed around to those who wanted it. 

It wasn’t until the tail end of Kita’s speech when you noticed Atsumu had draped his arm over the back of your chair. Your bare shoulders could feel the heat of him through his white shirt.

Once speeches had wrapped up, everyone dug into their food and started casual conversation. Most of the people around the table were groomsmen, and you quickly learned all about their high school volleyball days and learned that almost all of them, including Atsumu to your absolute pleasure, still played professionally. Atsumu’s twin, Osamu you learned, was happy to tell you all about it.

“‘Tsumu’s both the most popular and most hated volleyball player in all of Japan. He’s talented, sure, but his PR skills are absolute garbage. This scrub gets cancelled on Twitter at least once a month. You’d think with as big of a head as he’s got, he’d have a bigger brain and NOT get into a fight with some 12 year old kid who said Kageyama’s a better setter than ‘Tsumu will ever be.”

Everyone at the table laughed, yourself included. Atsumu growled and tried to punch Osamu, who ducked out of the way. They scuffled for a little bit as you got to know the other people at the table. Aran and Suna were fun to talk to, both of them professional volleyball players as well. Aran was one of the strongest players in Japan which you were very interested in learning about, and Suna had the most social media followers of any professional volleyball player in the whole world. 

They asked a lot of questions about you too, which got Atsumu’s attention enough to finally stop fighting Osamu. You told them about your career in Tokyo and the simple life you were leading. Nothing compared to theirs, you assured them, which they disagreed with you on. 

The rest of the luncheon was filled with pleasant conversation and laughter. Before you knew it, the caterers came around to clear the tables and it was announced that there would be a break until the reception started so the guests could go do as they pleased. There were still a couple hours until the reception and none of you knew the location well enough to leave the venue to explore so everyone stayed and lounged around. 

You got up and took some time to make sure everything was in order for the dance portion of the reception and songs were queued in the right order. The cake was your next target, making sure it was ready for the cutting. After checking a couple other odds and ends, you made your way back to the table where the conversation had fizzled out. A couple of the men were on their phones, Osamu seemed to be sleeping with his head on the table, and Atsumu was just looking around the venue at all the lights and decor. When you slid back into your chair, he smiled and straightened up, angling his body towards yours.

He led you into a conversation about your life, and you asked questions about him, very interested in his blossoming career as a national league setter. As you spoke, you didn’t notice his arm moving beneath the tablecloth until you felt his fingers brush your thigh. Your dress was on the longer side, so he wasn’t able to reach any skin but that didn’t stop him from flattening out his large palm over the fabric. Your words caught in your mouth as you looked at him in surprise. His head was propped up on his other hand, and he didn’t look the least bit guilty as his pointer finger started to twirl in lazy circles.

His hand wasn’t unwelcome, you realized very quickly, and you enjoyed the feel of his warm fingers running over your thigh. The tablecloth covered your legs and his hand so you didn’t worry about people seeing, but it was still risky. You were thankful for your longer dress because if he had any access to more of your legs, you were sure he’d be exploring and you doubted you’d be able to keep any noises or reactions you made very discreet.

His hand stayed on your thigh for a quite while and you didn’t realize how much time had passed until you looked at the clock. The reception was set to start in half an hour and you needed to make sure the caterer’s were getting the refreshments in order.

Grabbing Atsumu’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, you deposited it into his own lap and excused yourself. You stood up and wandered back into the kitchen to talk to the manager of the catering business, talking lightheartedly with him and praising him and his team on his work. The refreshments looked amazing, a blend of sweet and savory dishes spread across trays to bring out once the reception guests started to arrive. Thanking them for all their hard work, you left the kitchen but you didn’t get very far because someone grabbed your arm and yanked you behind a stack of crates and refrigerated boxes brought by the caterers. It was secluded from sight, but you wouldn’t be hard to spot if one of the workers came looking for a stack of extra cups.

Atsumu smiled down at you as you stared at him in surprise. In his hands was a plate stacked with pastries from the kitchen. Your mouth watered at the sight, but you couldn’t help but scold him first.

“How did you get those? We’re not supposed to eat these until the reception starts,” you whispered. Even so, you grabbed one and stuck half of it in your mouth anyway, almost moaning at how good it was.

Atsumu quietly laughed and ate one of his own. “I grabbed some while you were distractin’ the workers. I haven’t had sugar all day so I grabbed a couple. I figured they won’t notice a couple missin’. Thought you’d want a taste too.”

As he finished his sentence, he held your stare as he licked a dash of the cloudy frosting off his thumb. He knew what he was doing, making sure to take his time as his tongue flattened over the tip of his finger to get every drop. God yes, you wanted a taste.

Gulping, you shoved the rest of the pastry in your mouth in haste, trying to push the sinful thoughts aside. This was not the place, nor the time (as much as you wished it was). Dusting your fingers of crumbs, you licked your teeth to make sure there wasn’t any pastry residue stuck there. Atsumu gazed at you the whole time, hands gripping the plate, staring at your mouth. 

“W-We should… get back to our table-”

Atsumu’s restraint snapped it seemed, surging forward to pull you into a fierce kiss. He dropped the plate of pastries on to the nearest box and used his now free hand to cradle the back of your neck. You were surprised, but melted into the kiss shortly after. A little fun wouldn’t hurt, right? 

You draped your arms over his neck as he guided you back to rest against a stack of boxes. The hand that didn’t hold your neck slid down your side and hooked underneath your thigh, pulling it up to hook around his leg as high as your dress would offer. His hand kneaded the flesh behind your knee as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue making an appearance to swipe across your lips, probably gathering up a trail of powdered sugar left there from the pastry. 

You were on cloud 9, eyes fluttering as you happily let his tongue dance with yours. Atsumu let out a soft grunt as one of your hands slid into his hair, grasping at the blonde strands. As much as you wanted this to continue, in the back of your mind you knew you couldn't go further than this. Hoards of people were due to start showing up any minute for the reception, and you’d be found for sure. 

Relishing in a couple more pushes of his lips against yours, you pressed your hands to his cheeks and pulled his face away. He slowly opened his eyes to look at you in hazy, lust-filled confusion, a hum of question rising from his throat as you squished his cheeks together.

“We can’t do this here. Someone’s gonna catch us and we need to get ready for the reception.” As you spoke, you stared at his lips, both because you wanted to kiss him again and because the dark lip tint covering your lips was smeared across his mouth.

Laughing lightly, you ran your thumb over his lips, picking up the color as you went. His eyes softened at your laugh and he stood still as you worked, hand dropping your leg so he could instead rest his hands on your hips. 

“Are ya sure? We can make it quick, I promise. I’ll be real quiet, baby,” he whispered.

You shook your head and pushed his chest so he’d back up. He holds tightly to your sides as you adjust your dress back down your legs and fan your face to try to make your flaming blush go away. Atsumu hesitantly let you go as you started to herd him out from behind the boxes as nonchalantly as possible, holding the plate of pastries in one hand. 

New guests were starting to show up and join the greeting line to say congratulations to the happy couple, leaving piles of gifts at the front entrance. Atsumu had a pep in his step as the two of you neared your table, pulling out your chair for you which you embarrassingly thanked him for, shrinking under the curious gaze of everyone else. Osamu was particularly curious, raising a brow as Atsumu plopped into his chair with a sly grin. You busied yourself with watching the sea of people, smiling as they praised Kita and Kumi on their wedding and gorgeous reception. 

Atsumu and yourself ease back into the table’s conversation to wait for the greeting line to disperse. Atsumu’s hand found its way to your thigh again, this time brushing higher than it did before. You nearly jumped out of your seat when he forced his digits against the strain of your dress to drag over the crotch of your panties. You snatched his hand away as discreetly as you could, choosing to interlock your fingers with his instead, holding his hand in your lap. Atsumu seemed fine with this change and relaxed against his chair to tune back into Aran’s story of how he met his new girlfriend. 

By the time it was announced that it was time for the cake cutting, you were nearly asleep in your chair. It had been a long, eventful day and you were starting to feel the effects of it. Your eyes opened from their drooped state when Atsumu stood and pulled you up with him to gather around where the newlyweds were about to cut into their cake.

Smacking your cheeks to clear your head, you let him lead you to the crowd of people surrounding Kumi and Kita. Osamu clocked your intertwined hands immediately but didn’t say anything. Atsumu let you stand in front of him so you could peek through the bodies to watch, the heat of him grazing your spine as you watched the couple try their cake and laughed as Kumi smashed a bite into Kita’s surprised face. 

Once the cake had been wheeled away, it was time for the dancing. Everyone stood around the dance floor as Kumi danced with her brother, which brought a tear to your eye, and gentle Kita danced with his grandma which really made you cry. Then, Kita and Kumi danced together. They held each other close as they slowly danced, whispering to one another. It was a sweet moment, and you watched them with adoration, unaware of the gentle gaze Atsumu had on you, not the couple. 

As they finished their song, anyone who wanted could go out to join them for another slow song. You twisted your fingers together and watched a large handful of couples head to the dancefloor. A shock of electricity ran down your spine when a warm hand fully rested on your lower back and Atsumu pushed you forward. You had no time to decline, as he had already pulled you in front of the crowd so you’d look pathetic if you backed out now.

Gulping nervously, you shyly looked at him as he took your left hand into his right, bringing his other to rest on your lower back to tug you flush against him. Your free hand moved to rest hesitantly on the back of his shoulder when he started to sway to the soft music. You buried your face into the warm expanse of his chest to hide your blush and he brought his head down to rest against the side of yours. 

“Yer shakin’ again, beautiful,” he murmured into your ear.

Squeezing the hand that held yours, you murmured back a quiet “fuck you” which made his chest rumble with a low laugh. You didn’t say anything the rest of the dance, slowly relaxing into his hold which he noticed, pulling you impossibly closer. The end of the song came too soon and people started rushing the dance floor when a much more upbeat song came on. 

Before you had the chance to look at him, Atsumu was dragging you into the bouncing crowd, the beginnings of a mosh pit bubbling. You were swept into another dance with him, this one much more full of life. Deciding to just let go, you gave into his advances, swaying your hips and laughing loudly as the bass of the song shuddered through you. Atsumu laughed too, bouncing on his feet to the beat. The rest of your table came to dance around you, some more energetic than others, but there nonetheless. 

The more songs that played, the looser everyone got. Even Kita was getting into it. Osamu found one of the bridesmaids to dance with, a little liquid courage from multiple cups of sake flowing through him. Aran wouldn’t dance with any other ladies, as he did have a girlfriend, but that didn’t stop him from dancing with Suna who was surprisingly fluid as he danced. Atsumu focused all of his attention on you, save for the one time Suna started throwing it back, also a little drunk. Everyone’s attention was caught by that.

Besides that though, Atsumu kept close to you and got closer and closer as you danced. At one point, you helped him loosen his tie and threw it around his neck. Since everyone else was too preoccupied with dancing, and no one was going to even notice you doing it anyway, you pressed your ass against Atsumu’s slacks, hips moving in time with his to the beat. His breath was hot against your neck, large palms keeping your waist warm as you brought a hand up to scrape your nails over his dark undercut.

You could feel his excitement start to tent his light grey slacks against your backside. Looking up at him with hooded eyes, you both had a silent but simple conversation.

You needed him and he needed you. Atsumu wasn’t ashamed to admit that if you kept grinding on him like that, he’d take you right here on the dance floor.

Showing some restraint and taking your hand tightly in his, Atsumu tugged you out of the sea of dancing bodies, an excited determination in his walk. As much as you wanted this to happen, there was only one problem.

“Atsumu, where are you planning on taking us? There’s nowhere private we can go in this building.”

He halted in his steps as he took in your words, realizing that you were right. There weren’t many rooms in this barn, save for the kitchen which was packed with caterers, the bathroom which had a constant flow of people trickling through, and the occasional storage closet which were too close to the reception to be able to sneak into without being easily spotted.

Drumming his fingers on his thigh, he looked around the venue in a desperate attempt to find some sort of secret alcove or something. Just when you thought that maybe it wasn’t meant to be, Atsumu perked up and grinned.

“I’ve got an idea.” He started tugging you along again back to the table the two of you had been sitting at all night. Letting go of your hand, he started rummaging through the pockets of the light jacket he had brought along with him that had been abandoned over the back of his chair all day. 

The muffled clacking of something in the jacket pocket gave away his idea as he pulled out a simple set of car keys. Flashing you a smile, which you eagerly returned, he snatched up your hand again to start walking out to the gravel parking lot that sat a couple hundred yards away from the venue. You tried to slow him down and make it less obvious to those around you what you were going to do but he seemed to be too excited to care.

The cool outside air was refreshing against your heated skin and the sky was gorgeous as the sun started to dip below the horizon. The parking lot was packed with cars, attendees constantly trickling in and out of the reception. Depending on where he was parked, the parking lot would be just as risky as using the bathroom inside. Luckily, he led you back to the far corner of the lot where a gorgeous white car sat. Your car knowledge was slim, so you didn’t know what type of car it was but you could tell it was expensive. It had very dark tinted windows as well, which was an extra bonus.

Atsumu had backed into his parking stall, a spot at the very end of the lot so no cars were parked behind him or on one side of him giving you both the perfect spot to hide away (unless the owner of the one car next to him showed up).

“Nice ride.” You joked as the both of you stopped by the driver’s side door. Atsumu chuckled as he fumbled his keys in his hands, trying to unlock the vehicle. 

“Thanks! ‘Samu says I got an expensive car to compensate for my ‘tiny dick’, but we’re twins, so he knows that’s not true. We had one too many naked fights in the locker room durin’ our volleyball days, so I know I’m packin’ just as much as he is. Front or back seat, gorgeous?”

You giggled as he finally got his car unlocked and opened the door for you to peer inside. As nice of a car as it was, you doubted Atsumu would be very comfortable in the back seat given his size. It was a pretty slim car. 

“Front. Wouldn’t want to squish you into the back seat.” You gave Atsumu a once over as he stood with an arm resting on the hood of the car. “Plus, I’d like to ride those thighs of yours.”

Atsumu had the goofiest smile. He looked like a kid in a candy store. “You’re readin’ my mind.”

You stood watch as Atsumu worked on getting his car ready, moving the driver's seat as far back as it could go and reclining it enough so it would be comfortable for him. He cracked open the two windows on the passenger side of the car, the side that faced the forest, so some fresh air would breeze through. Finally, he slid into the car and threw the keys into the passenger's seat. If you weren’t turned on already, the sight of him lounging in the seat, outfit rumpled from the dancing, tie slung around his neck and powerful legs spread just waiting for you to settle onto them would definitely do the trick. 

Kicking off your heels, you left them sitting on the gravel outside the car and made one more cautious look around before you bunched up your dress to your knees so you could get into the car with more ease. Atsumu looked at you like you were the most gorgeous person on the planet as you moved to straddle his lap, dress hiking up a little more to rest around your thighs. 

The second you closed the door behind you, Atsumu’s mouth was attacking yours, tongue instantly pushing past the seal of your lips to explore every inch of your mouth that he could reach. His large palms kneaded the flesh of your ass through the thin fabric of your dress, and you moved to frantically rake your fingers through his dark undercut. The flex of his powerful thighs underneath yours was driving you insane, cords of muscle dragging against your skin through his slacks. You were sure his slacks were a size or two too small, because you could feel every inch of him like he wasn’t even wearing pants. 

After a couple of breathless minutes, the two of you finally separated, a string of spit keeping your mouths connected. Just like earlier, your dark lip tint was smeared over Atsumu’s lips again. When he went in for another kiss, you pulled your head back which prompted a whine from Atsumu as he tried to chase your lips.

“The makeup ‘Tsumu, remember? It’s gotta last for at least one more hour.”

Atsumu pouted and grumbled out a “fine” before focusing his attention on your neck. While he started attacking the soft skin just underneath your jaw, you started unbuttoning his vest and shirt. The more of his torso you exposed, the wetter you felt your panties get. He was gorgeously tanned and toned. Once you had unbuttoned all the buttons you could reach, besides the few that were tucked into his slacks, your hands started exploring his smooth skin. His shoulders were gorgeously sculpted, the dips of his collarbone deep. Your hands splayed over his chest, fingers brushing over his nipples which pebbled at your attention. 

His chest heaved at your ministrations, groaning in pleasure. You felt him shift his hips up into you, member straining against his slacks as he dragged it against your clothed core. Tightening your legs around his thighs, Atsumu held your hips tightly against his as he ground against you, working your neck with his teeth. You keened as his bulge dragged over your sensitive clit, shuddering as Atsumu nibbled at your ear. 

Tired of waiting, you reached beneath you to fumble with his belt, tossing it into the passenger seat with his keys once you’re able to pull it free. You make quick work of the button on his slacks, tugging down the zipper and pulling his pants and boxer briefs down just enough to bunch underneath his cock which stood at attention against his abdomen. 

Osamu was definitely wrong when he assumed Atsumu got a fancy car to compensate for a tiny dick, because it was anything but tiny. He wasn’t outrageously long, but he was thick. Thick enough that just the thought of him dragging inside of you had your eyes rolling back. 

WIth his cock now free, the friction between your panties and his member had Atsumu’s thighs quaking under you. He released one of his hands from the vice-grip it had on your hips to reach behind him and hold onto the head rest. 

“Hng- Christ, baby.” His voice was deep and scratchy, breathless as you rubbed your core against the underside of his dick, squeezing it between your body and his stomach. 

You mouthed at his throat which bobbed against your lips as he sat forward. Wrapping an arm around your back, he started digging through his center console. When he grunted in annoyance and leant forward even more to start shifting through his glove box, you nipped at his ear and huskily asked, “What’s wrong?”

Atsumu was pulling handfuls of objects out of the glove box and throwing them onto the floor in front of the passenger seat. “Shit- can’t find a condom.”

Dragging your tongue over the shell of his ear, you reached down and wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft. His cock twitched in your grip and his arm tightened around your back as he paused his searching.

“Are you clean?” you asked, slowly sliding your hand up over his velvety skin. All Atsumu could do was nod. “Then I don’t mind. I’m on birth control, but try to pull out if you can.”

Atsumu nodded again in agreement and leant back in his seat, watching with one of the most lustful gazes you had ever seen as you rose up on your knees to push your panties to the side, exposing your already drooling core to him. He gripped your thighs as you collected as much spit as you could in your mouth to spit onto your palm. Rubbing the liquid over his length as well as all of the pre-cum he’d already leaked, you gave him a couple pumps for good measure.

He tilted his head back to rest against the head-rest with a guttural groan as you positioned yourself over him, teasing his tip through your folds. With one hand guiding his length and the other gripping the shoulder of the seat, you sank slowly onto him. Both of you moaned in unison as he filled you surprisingly easily considering the lack of proper lubrication and the sheer size of him. 

You stopped with him half-way seated, gazing adoringly at his rosy cheeks and mussed hair. He looked back at you just as fondly. With a preparatory breath, you braced yourself on the seat and started to set a slow pace. Every thrust brought him a centimeter further into you as you adjusted to the stretch of him. He held your thighs in his hands, letting you take control for the time being and enjoying the view. 

It took a minute of work before you were able to fully sheath him inside yourself. You threw your head back and gasped when you did, the stretch of him hurting so deliciously. It didn’t help that the hard teeth on the zipper of his slacks rubbed against your sensitive folds and the button would occasionally brush over your clit.

Atsumu was barely holding it together. Your core hugged him so tightly, warmly pulsing around his cock in such a way that he probably could’ve come right then and there. Something about you just fit him perfectly in a way no other partner of his ever had. 

Once you felt like you had adequately adjusted, your pace quickened. Bouncing up and down on him, he enjoyed the view of your covered breasts bouncing in sync. He leant forward to suck on the small sliver of breast that was visible above the neckline of your dress. You whined and scratched your nails over the back of his neck. 

After a couple minutes of this, he couldn’t take it anymore. Gripping your hips tightly, Atsumu took control and started bouncing you on him himself, hips thrusting up to meet you. The new angle had you seeing stars and you didn’t care about your makeup anymore, smashing your lips to his in a kiss that was messy and wet.

Every force of your hips into his had your clit rubbing against the hard metal of his slacks and the brush of pubic hair at the base of his cock. It gave you the friction you needed to bring you closer and closer to the edge. Atsumu wasn’t faring much better - his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier and his hold on your hips getting less and less controlled. 

You didn’t have much time to prepare before you came, yelling his name as you gripped his broad shoulders, your fluids covering Atsumu’s thrusting member. It seemed Atsumu didn’t have time to prepare either because he came suddenly with a groan and spilled his load into you, groaning your name.

Pumping yourself up and down a couple more times, this time much slower to ride you both down from your highs, you rested your forehead against his in utter bliss. Breath mingling, you slowed to a stop and sat there in silence, relishing in the stretch of him seated completely inside you, the warm feeling of his spend mingling with your own deep in your core. 

After a minute, you pulled your head back to look at him. His face was flushed, eyes drooped in satisfaction and chest heaving from the exertion. The two of you started laughing in euphoria and Atsumu peppered kisses over your shoulder. You slid your fingers through his unkempt hair and pressed a kiss to his temple.

“That was really something, ‘Tsumu.” You hummed, giggling as he wrapped his arms tightly around you to hold you to his chest. 

“Sure was. Sorry ‘bout not pulling out. I really was gonna try but you just do somethin’ to me I can’t explain. I didn’t expect to cum that fast.” His hands explored your back, fingers running lightly over the fabric. 

“It’s alright. I’m not complaining.”

He pulled back to give you that handsome goofy grin again before kissing you sweetly. You gave him a chaste kiss before pulling away and looking down at the mess you made. Luckily, most of the mess was still trapped inside you thanks to him but if you weren’t careful, it’d get all over his slacks once he pulled out.

“How should we do this? You can’t go back in with a giant cum stain on your pants.”

He hummed in thought, looking around his car. He didn’t have any rags or towels handy, but he did have a load of napkins that he threw onto the floor when looking for a condom. Holding you closely to him, Atsumu reached over to scoop up as many napkins as he could reach. The shift of him had you both groaning at the overstimulation. 

Gathering a handful of napkins, he held them under you as you slowly slid off of him, catching as much fluid as possible. You both hissed at the feeling of him leaving you. Thankfully, he was able to catch almost everything with the napkins, save for a few splatters that got on his expensive leather seats.

“Shit, sorry ‘Tsumu. I can help pay to have that cleaned.”

He shook his head immediately, cleaning himself off with the napkins and dropping them on the floor next to his seat. He worked on tucking his length back into his boxer briefs and slacks while you cleaned yourself as best you could, pulling your panties back into place and fixing your dress. Turning your head, you pulled down his sun visor and opened the mirror to get a better look at the state of your makeup.

It was mostly intact, save for your lip tint that was slightly smeared which was fixed with a little swipe of a napkin and your hair was easily tamed since Atsumu had avoided running his fingers through it. There were remnants of your lipstick covering your neck from where Atsumu had furiously attacked. Atsumu had his own stains on his neck from where you had been kissing him. You made eye contact with him through the mirror as he gazed at you with a smirk. You huffed in amusement and cleaned up your neck, then turned to clean up his. 

He didn’t take his eyes off you as you did, watching you carefully wipe the smears off his skin. You wiped his mouth last, taking your time as you watched him part his lips for you. Once you were done, you dropped the napkin on the floor with the rest and sighed at him longingly. If only you had more time. You’d let this man do whatever he wanted to you. Unfortunately, you had a wedding reception to get back to. 

“Well, thanks for the good time ‘Tsumu.”

He watched your face carefully and you noticed the ever so slight crease fold in his brow. “Yeah. O’course.”

The silence that followed was a bit awkward, so after a second, you moved to open the car door but he grabbed your hand before you could. “Wait.”

You turned back to him and raised a brow, deciding to busy yourself with buttoning up his shirt and vest. He suddenly seemed very shy, rubbing his fingers over the flesh of your waist in little circles. Finally he spoke.

“When are ya headed back to Tokyo?”

You stilled your fingers which were working on the last button of his shirt. “Tomorrow.”

He nodded and seemed to be deep in thought before drumming his fingers against you in nervousness. “I fly back tonight but… wouldya be interested in meetin’ up sometime? I don’t have much free time but I’ll find the time for ya.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest at the offer. “Like… a date?”

Atsumu’s cheeks turned a shade darker in the almost nearly setting sun as he grumbled, now looking at anything but you. “I mean, yeah? Unless you don’t want it to be, then it doesn’t have to be a date I guess. Could be a friendly hang out or somethin-”

You cut him off with a brief but strong peck. You didn’t want to risk getting more lipstick on him. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

He perked up and squeezed your sides. “Really?”

You giggled and nodded. “Yes! Of course I would, you big airhead.”

The next couple seconds consisted of him raining kisses all over any part of you he could reach with you laughing and trying to push him away, begging him not to ruin your makeup. After losing the battle and cleaning lipstick off of him again, you finished buttoning up his vest and pulling your dress into place before you left the car.

You slid your heels back onto your aching feet while Atsumu refastened his belt and gathered up all the used napkins, making a mild sound of disgust at the large amounts of viscous fluid covering most of them that was getting all over his hand. Once his car was locked up, you both walked hand-in-hand back to the reception where it seemed no one even noticed the two of you had left.

After tossing the napkins into the nearest trash can, the both of you went to the bathroom to clean up any remaining mess before returning to the crowds. Plopping down at your table, the two of you gulped down multiple cups of water and started digging into the refreshments. Atsumu had consumed at least 3 onigiri and 2 little bowls of miso soup on his own before Osamu plopped down next to him, looking weathered from the dancing.

“Where have you two been? I lost track of ya like half an hour ago.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and you focused on your bowl of miso soup, stirring the broth around with your spoon. Atsumu seemed to be much less embarrassed, chest puffing up in pride as he finished off his next onigiri. Osamu raised an eyebrow and studied the two of you before looking at Atsumu’s neck, where a very obvious hickey was starting to bloom and groaned in disgust.

“Jesus, y'all are nasty. Where the hell did ya find a place to jump each other’s bones around here, huh? Out on the grass? There are kids here.”

You covered your face in embarrassment as Atsumu angrily started defending the two of you. “O’course not, jackass! Do you really think so little of me? You really think I’d do that?”

Osamu instantly agreed that he would, in fact, probably do that. Atsumu grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and shook him around. “No! We did it in my car, thank you very much. And it was amazing. Have you ever done it in a car before, ‘Samu? Doubt it! No chick will ever want to go down on you if you keep cruising around in that beater of yours!”

The twins really started getting at it now, yelling at each other and rolling around on the ground, trying to get the last punch in. You tried to avert your eyes and pretend you didn’t know them. Kita, bless his heart, came up to separate the two who instantly fell to their knees to apologize for making a scene at his wedding. 

Atsumu came to you after, pouting about his brother and sporting a busted lip. You coddled him, helping clean the blood off his chin. Osamu gagged from his place at the table, now sitting next to you instead of Atsumu so they didn’t try to fight each other again. 

The rest of the night went smoothly. The dancing finally wrapped up and the send off was magical. The newlyweds ran through the line of guests who held sparklers above their heads, making for a magical exit into the night as the couple set off for their honeymoon. You had to stop Atsumu from starting Osamu’s hair on fire with his sparkler shortly after, taking both men’s sticks from them to put in a water bucket. 

All of Kita’s old volleyball friends stuck around to help clean up, helping put away the tables and chairs, and taking down the decorations. By the time it was over, you were wiped and ready to go back to your hotel room to sleep until noon. 

As you were loading up the last of the boxes into the trunk of your car, you felt someone come up behind you and ghost their hands over your stomach, pressing a tender kiss on the back of your neck. You smiled as you closed the trunk, reaching a hand up to slide through Atsumu’s soft hair. He buried his face in your neck and the two of you stood there for a minute, savoring the warmth of each other in the brisk darkness. 

“I wrote my number down on a napkin and put it in yer purse. Call me when y’ get back to Tokyo tomorrow, ‘kay? Wanna make sure y’ get back safe and sound.” 

You smiled and turned to face him, running your fingers over the tie that still hung loosely around his neck. “I will. I’ll text you when I get back to my hotel so you have my number, and you text me when you make it back to Tokyo tonight too. Need to make sure my date makes it back in one piece.”

He smiled and nodded in agreement, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. 

A day you thought would be full of nerves and worry, had turned into one of the best nights of your life.

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If you thought Kita and Kumi’s wedding was nerve wracking, it didn’t hold a candle to your OWN wedding. 

Pressed close to Osamu’s side, you waited anxiously as the wedding procession in front of you started their walk down the aisle. Since you had no living male blood relative that you wanted to walk you down the aisle, your now almost brother-in-law was immediately your first choice. He was surprised, of course, but said yes in a heartbeat. Atsumu’s twin had easily weaseled his way into your heart soon after you started dating Atsumu, as rocky and embarrassing as your first night meeting him was.

He gave you a free meal every time you visited Onigiri Miya, and charged Atsumu full price to make up the difference. He gave you the most embarrassing pictures of Atsumu in his phone to use for blackmail. He was the ring-leader in making sure everything was perfect the night Atsumu proposed to you, keeping a crowd of people at bay to make sure you and Atsumu were alone when he dropped to one knee in the middle of a large gorgeous bridge at the popular tourist site, the Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden. He got yelled at in many languages that day from the angry tourists who wanted to cross the bridge, but it was well worth it. Suna, who held off the swarm of people on the other side of the bridge, would agree.

Just like you had the day of Kumi and Kita’s wedding, you were trembling and clutched Osamu’s arm desperately. He looked down at you and smiled. 

“You’re ok, (Y/n). Everything is going smoothly. All you have to do today is make it down that aisle to ‘Tsumu and enjoy yourself for the rest of the night. We’ll take care of everything.”

You looked up at him with a teary smile at his words. With no siblings of your own, your relationship with Osamu meant the world to you. Standing on your tip-toes, you softly kissed his cheek. “Thanks, ‘Samu.”

It was finally your turn to walk down the aisle. With a deep breath, Osamu slowly started to lead you into the room packed with family and friends. It was a gorgeous building. High steepled ceilings, white and burnt orange flowers scattered over every surface available. Since it was mid December, an outside wedding was impossible with the cold but you couldn’t have picked a more perfect place to get married in. 

The actual place itself didn’t matter though, as much as the man who waited down the aisle did. Atsumu was dressed in a gorgeous black tux that was pressed to perfection with a sleek black tie to match. His hair was styled the same way it had the day you met him, brushed casually to the side. To your surprise, Atsumu was already crying.

Seeing you walk down the aisle in your beautiful dress, on the arm of his life-long best friend broke him down immediately. You couldn’t help but tear up yourself as Osamu brought you to him. Osamu softly gave your trembling hand to Atsumu, kissed your temple, and gave Atsumu a crushing hug before taking his place at the front of the line of groomsmen. Speaking of groomsmen, you noticed many of them were also already crying. 

Atsumu’s teammates were lined up next to him. Kita and Aran both had tears lining their eyes. Hinata and Bokuto, who you became fast friends with, were almost on the verge of full-on sobs. Suna wasn’t crying but had a smile on his face. Sakusa wasn’t crying either but didn’t seem as bored as he usually did. 

“You look so beautiful.” Atsumu blubbered out in a whisper as he moved to take both of your hands. Your wet eyes sparkled as you took in every inch of him.

“So do you,” you teased, which made him laugh. 

The rest of the ceremony both flew by and dragged on. You stumbled through your vows, trying to keep your tears at bay which proved mostly unsuccessful. Atsumu was in the same boat, barely able to make it through his own vows without choking up. 

By the time Atsumu dipped you into a fierce kiss, you were sure your makeup was already ruined from your tears. Everyone cheered loudly in joy. Osamu was hooting and hollering. Hinata and Bokuto finally succumbed to their emotions, crying hysterically. You were breathless by the time Atsumu brought you back to your feet, steadying you with his hands as you smiled widely at the crowd.

Interlocking your fingers, Atsumu led you back down the aisle through the shower of white confetti just like he had the day you met him. In fact, your photographer captured the moment almost in the exact same way that Kumi and Kita’s photographer had. You loved the photos so much, they were hanging up side-by-side in your and Atsumu’s house. 

Come to the locker room.

When you got the sudden text from Tobio, you were lounging on a bench outside the gymnasium where Tobio’s team had just suffered a brutal loss to a rival French team. Knowing the loss would weigh on him as it always did, you had already run over to the pastry shop nearby to pick up many of his newfound favorite Italian delicacies. Tobio was a perfectionist, so when games didn’t go his way, he would spend the rest of the evening thinking through every minute of the game, trying to piece together what he could’ve done differently to get his team the win. The added stress of still trying to prove his worth to his new team, even after being on the team for nearly a year, didn’t help.

Moving to Italy after Tobio had signed a deal with Ali Roma hadn’t been easy. Both of you scrambled to learn Italian as fast as possible, find a place to live and adjust to the different culture. You had to find a job, even though Tobio insisted you didn’t need one because his volleyball career could support you both. While he was right, you couldn’t stand the thought of being home alone all day while he was at practice or gone to away games that you weren’t able to attend. So you found a job at a bookstore close to your condo.

It was tough in the beginning since you couldn’t read in Italian yet and could still barely understand it when people spoke to you at the shop. Luckily, the old lady who owned it seemed to enjoy your charm and hired you anyway, especially since you already knew the ins and outs of the book world with your years as a librarian. The job helped your Italian come along nicely, as well as Tobio’s. Back in Tokyo, Tobio would spend any free time he had around his volleyball schedule to keep you company in the library after the two of you started dating. Doing so helped him realize he actually enjoyed reading for fun, not just out of necessity.

Now that you worked in a bookstore and could buy books in Italian, the two of you would spend quiet nights slowly reading children’s books to help improve your comprehension. Now, after a year of learning, both of you are back to reading at your regular level.

The longer you lived in Italy, the more you fell in love with it. The people, the scenery, the food. It was all perfect. Plus, shortly after moving here, the Italian countryside had given you both the most beautiful wedding venue one could ever ask for so maybe you were just a tad bit biassed about how perfect Italy was.

Tobio’s sudden text caused you to pause your scrolling through the comments on your most recent Instagram post (A picture of a particularly gorgeous sunrise streaming through your bedroom window and a small glimpse of Tobio snuggled up next to you, asleep. His fans always went nuts for posts like this. You loved to feed them small nuggets of your domestic life with him). He never asked you to come to him after a game, especially in the locker room. He always said to wait outside and he’d find you. You were instantly concerned something was wrong. Did the loss really affect him that much?

Gathering the bag of pastries in your arms, you stood up from the bench and rushed back inside the building. It was almost completely empty by now. There were a couple fans still loitering in the halls, conversing with each other and a couple building staff roaming around. You doubted the athletes were even still here. 

Hustling down a couple of side hallways, you eventually walked up to the men's locker room. It was silent inside. Slowly pushing the door open, it creaked loudly on its hinges. You couldn’t see Tobio anywhere just by peeking your head in, so you tentatively stepped past the threshold of the door and walked inside.

“Tobio?” you loudly whispered. You prayed no one else besides Tobio was inside. You really didn’t need to see one of his teammates naked today. When you received no response, you wandered further in. You passed multiple alcoves of lockers, and a line of open showers before finding him. 

He was tucked in the last alcove of lockers, sitting on the concrete bench that ran underneath said lockers. He was slouched forward, elbows resting on his knees and hands grasped together. Dropping the bag of pastries on the floor, you rushed to him. You’d seen him down on himself after games before, but he’d never looked this upset.

“Tobio? Sweetheart?”

You gently rested your hands on the sides of his head and tilted his face up so he’d look at you. To your confusion, he didn’t look angry or sad. In fact, you couldn’t tell at all what he was thinking. You’d gotten really good at reading Tobio’s almost constantly stoic expression, but now you were doubting your abilities. 

“Are you okay?” you whispered, almost hesitantly. 

You took a step back as he stood up, towering over you. He stared intently into your eyes, brows bunched in thought. You took the time to glance at the rest of him, assessing for any possible injuries that might explain his weird behavior. He still wore his volleyball getup, even his knee pads hadn’t been removed. He wasn’t glistening with sweat anymore but still smelled like it, meaning he hadn’t showered yet either. What was he doing in here the whole time, then? Just sitting? It wasn’t like him, but you couldn’t see any physical clue to why he was acting so weird.

Well, until you took notice of his shorts. They weren’t skin tight by any means, but they sure didn’t leave anything to the imagination when he was aroused. You knew because you had seen it happen many times. You would have Tobio wear his volleyball uniform in bed quite often. You couldn’t help it, he just looked so good in it and it never failed in turning you on.

Tobio slowly removed your hands from his face and instead threw them over his shoulders so your arms were wrapped loosely around his neck, never breaking eye contact with you. His hands then slid down your sides to rest low on your hips, fingers sliding under your matching Ali Roma jersey to hook underneath the hem of your jeans. 

“I wanna try something,” he mumbled, slowly starting to tug your pants down, underwear following suit. 

“R-Right now?! But Tobio, someone could walk in and see us.” Despite your verbal protest, you didn’t stop him from helping you toe off your shoes and kicking your pants and underwear off your legs.

“I know. That’s the point.” His voice was much deeper and rougher than it usually was.

This was a real shock to you. Tobio had never expressed the want or need to attempt anything public beyond holding hands and the occasional hug or kiss. He preferred having you all to himself in the privacy of your bedroom, and didn’t want to risk sharing you with anyone else. So why’d he suddenly change his mind?

Once your legs were free of clothing, Tobio wrapped his hands around the backs of your thighs and lifted you into the air with ease, walking you back to rest against the lockers with a thud. Your legs automatically wrapped tightly around his hips to keep yourself in the air, feeling his arousal rub against yours.

Your mind was running a hundred miles an hour. The fact he chose his team’s locker room of all places was very surprising to you. Any of his teammates, coaches, or managers could walk in at any second and his volleyball career could go up in smoke. All those years of hard work and dedication, gone.  But even knowing this, he wanted to risk it anyway. You couldn’t deny the whole situation had you shaking in both nerves and anticipation.

“W-What’s gotten into you? You’ve never wanted to try anything like this before.”

You fisted your hands into his jersey as he held you up with one arm wrapped tightly underneath you and used his free hand to tug down his shorts just enough to free himself. 

“Last Monday, when you had work and I had the day off, I skimmed through one of those romance books you brought home from the bookstore since you’re always raving about them and I was bored.” As he spoke, without any preparation, he entered you slowly. It was a little more uncomfortable than normal, but you were already so wet because of the whole situation that he had little trouble sliding in. It took everything in you to stop from letting out a loud groan, in fear someone would hear. You chose to bite your tongue instead as Tobio kept talking. “They did something similar to this in the book and it was intriguing. I wanted to test it out to see if it was as exciting as they made it seem.” He finally bottomed out, and let out a shaky breath, a small smile crossing his lips as he nodded. “So far, they were right.”

You heaved a breath and let out a light giggle. “Those books are filthy. Can’t wait to see what else you want to try.” 

Tobio leaned in to rest his forehead against yours, staring deep into your eyes as he always did and gave you a smile. “I’ve got lots of ideas.” He tilted his head forward the last couple centimeters to claim your mouth with his and started to set a slow, tantalising pace.

He swallowed up the noises you made with his mouth, but he couldn’t stop the loud sounds your back made as it rhythmically thumped the empty lockers. Kageyama was a professional at turning you into a pile of mush. He knew just what to do with his hips to make your eyes roll back into your head. 

When you first began dating, Tobio was extremely embarrassed to admit that he’d never been intimate with anyone before. He’d never seen the appeal until you came along, and suddenly volleyball wasn’t his whole world anymore. The first time was awkward, and he was a blushing mess the whole time but Tobio was nothing if not a great learner. It only took him a couple attempts before he knew exactly how to make you squirm. It helped that he had an impressive length. It wasn’t the thickest, but it could reach spots of you you didn’t know existed.

Your toes curled around the air, your legs squeezing his hips to try to get him as close and as deep as possible. You were certain your tongue was going to be bleeding from how hard you were biting it, keeping your noises suppressed as much as possible. Still, whimpers escaped your throat on their own. Tobio seemed to have trouble keeping himself quiet, as he’d decided it would be best to bite down on your shoulder, gripping the Kageyama jersey you wore in his teeth. Grunts still escaped him as he rocked you against the lockers. You honestly didn’t even know why you both bothered to keep your voices down, because the lockers were loud enough to drown out any noise you both made and alert anyone passing by to what you were doing anyway.

Tobio kneaded the flesh of your thighs in his hands, gripping hard enough to leave bruises that you knew he’d profusely apologize for later. Any time you started to slip down the lockers, he’d heft you back up with a thrust that had you seeing stars.

To keep yourself distracted, you busied yourself with gripping the dark strands of hair at the nape of his neck, mouthing at his throat that bobbed at every nip you made. The salty taste of his sweat from the game still lingered all over his skin, and you made it your mission to lick up every single drop that you could reach.

After you started paying special attention to the spot on his neck just under his ear that made him melt, all movements between the two of you stopped immediately when the loud creak of the locker room door echoed through the air. You instantly pulled your head away from Tobio’s neck to stare wide eyed at him in fear. He stared back at you, eyes swimming with concentration as you both held your breath to listen for any more movement. 

“Kageyama? Sei ancora qui?” (Are you still here?)

It took every brain cell you had left to translate the sentence as Tobio had nearly pulled completely out of you on his last thrust, now just barely filling you with his tip. You couldn’t place the voice but it sounded familiar. One of Tobio’s teammates?

Tobio gulped to clear his throat before the bastard actually answered him back. He could’ve just kept quiet and the man would’ve hopefully just left when no one responded to him. Now the man would know Tobio was here and might come looking for him.

“Sì, sono stato un po' distratto. Sto proprio per farmi una doccia e tornare a casa.” (Yes, I got a little sidetracked. I'm just about to shower and head home.)

“Va bene, volevo solo farti sapere il programma della nostra prossima partita.” (Alright, I just wanted to let you know about the schedule for our next game.)

As the man went into the details about their next game (you think that’s what he said, at least. You couldn’t focus on a single thing he said), you watched Tobio get a dangerous glint in his eye. On one hand, you were eternally grateful that the man decided to just talk to Tobio loudly across the locker room rather than come talk to him face-to-face. On the other hand, it gave Tobio the perfect opportunity to torture you when you had no choice but to stay quiet.

Supporting you with one arm wrapped underneath your ass so you wouldn’t fall, he clamped his free hand over your mouth. He then hiked his leg up so his foot stood on the concrete bench that ran just underneath you. This spread your thighs apart even further to make room for him as he ever so slowly seated himself fully in you once again. The new angle helped him reach even deeper and hit the spongy part of you that had your eyes rolling so far back into your head, you felt like they were about to pop out of your skull. 

To your both pleasure and pain, he didn’t move more than that, forcing you to stay seated on him while he talked to the stranger. Any involuntary clench of your core made him twitch, which brushed that sweet spot, bringing you closer and closer to release but never quite reaching it. Dignity be damned, you dug your heels into his ass to try to bring him even closer than he already was, begging him to move or do anything to get you satiated. Stubborn as always, he refused to budge, planting himself against you as he talked to the man as if he wasn’t buried to the hilt.

To an untrained ear, he seemed to be talking normally but after your years of knowing him, you could hear the almost undetectable shudder to his voice. Good, you thought, he should be suffering too. This is what he wanted, right? So you looked him right in the eye as you started to grind yourself down on him as much as his iron grip would allow. It wasn’t much, but it was doing the trick as his breathing picked up and you saw his abdomen twitch, his own body begging him to move. He gave you a look that made you shiver. You knew you’d pay for this later.

“Fammi sapere se hai domande. Grande partita oggi!” (Let me know if you have any questions. Great game today!

“Grazie, signore. Ci vediamo domani.” (Thank you, sir. See you tomorrow.)

You registered their goodbyes as the loud creak of the locker room door swung shut, leaving you both in dead silence once again. The tension was thick as you stared at each other, both faces flushed and breathing ragged.

“Trying to make me break in front of my coach?” he hummed, pulling his hand away from your mouth once a couple of moments passed without a sound, making sure the man had actually gone.

“This was your idea in the first place, babe. Wanted to make sure you got the full experience,” you teased. “What do you think?”

A smirk graced his face as he trailed his slim fingers down to that sweet spot right at the apex of your thighs. “I think we should do this more often.” And he was off again, setting an even more fierce pace than before. 

With the new angle he entered you at and the carefully calculated pinches, rubs and scrape of his nails on the bundle of nerves that drove you mad, you felt yourself nearing your end in mere minutes. He didn’t seem to be faring any better, thrusts becoming sloppy and less timed, his hold on you becoming shaky. You gripped his shirt with one hand and held your own hand over your mouth as your noises became impossible to stop. He went back to biting your shoulder, this time certainly leaving a bruise where his teeth sunk into your flesh through the jersey. 

Neither of you said a word as you both reached your climax, groaning in sync as he coated your insides in his spend. Breath ragged, he slowed his movements down to ride you both down from the high until his hips stopped, seating himself within you in content. You held tight to his shoulders, breath heating his neck as you tried to slow your heart rate down. You could feel his thighs twitching beneath yours in exhaustion from supporting you for so long. The only sounds in the otherwise silent locker room were your breathing, the hum of the overhead LED lights and the occasional splat of your mixed fluids falling onto the tiled floor. 

After a second, Tobio gently pulled out and set you down on your feet, supporting your weight when you nearly collapsed. Your legs were numb and knees had turned to jelly. You leaned against his broad chest, listening to his quickened heartbeat as he ran his fingers up and down your back.

“I love you,” you sighed, blissed out of your mind.

“I love you too. Sorry if that was too intense.”

You looked up at him and smiled, rubbing circles into the soft muscles around his waist. “That’s ok. I enjoyed it.”

Tobio helped you over to the locker room showers, assisting you in removing the rest of your clothing even though you insisted you could do it yourself. You busied yourself with getting the shower at the perfect temperature as Tobio wet a towel to clean up the mess you both left on the bench and had trailed to the shower. He had shed all of his clothing by the time he returned, holding his personal bottle of shampoo and body wash for both of your use. 

He focused on you first, scrubbing your body down with the cedar smelling soap. With the softest touch, he cleaned up the mess between your thighs. You let him do his thing as you loosely wrapped your arms around his waist, brushing your fingers over the two dimples that sat in his skin at the base of his spine. He took care, for whatever reason, to keep his body between you and the open locker room behind him. It wasn’t like he was blowing your back out in that exact locker room minutes before. You weren’t sure why he was suddenly so concerned about keeping any straggling eyes off you, but you didn’t mind. 

Once your body was washed (you told him not to worry about your hair, you could just wash it at home), he let you wash him. You focused on his hair first, scrubbing the shampoo into his scalp as he closed his eyes in delight. Once his hair was clean, you scrubbed every nook and cranny of his body to get rid of any leftover sweat from the game that you missed with your tongue. 

You were both contently silent as you towel-dried each other off, helping each other dress and slipping out the back entrance to the locker room to avoid any curious eyes. He held the long forgotten pastry bag in his hand and slung his gym bag over his shoulder, using his other hand to hold onto yours tightly.

“We should try that again sometime”

Tobio looked at you in surprise. “Really?”

“Yep. But next time, let's pick a spot where if we do get caught, you don’t lose your job.”

He nodded and shrugged. “Maybe. That added to the thrill of it though. I don’t think we’ll find a better spot than that. Except maybe in Atsumu’s bed at his next birthday party.”

You giggled and held onto his arm with your free hand. “That could be fun. First though, I want you to show me what else you learned in the book you stole from me.”

He got that evil glint in his eye again and squeezed your hand. “Deal.”

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Currently, you were planted on the edge of a fountain that sat right outside the front doors of the stadium, waiting for your escort. Kageyama was unfortunately not able to meet up with you before the game started so he told you one of his friends was going to meet you outside the stadium to help you to your seat. He had failed to give you a name or description of the person you were supposed to meet so you weren’t entirely sure how you were supposed to find his friend. 

The swarms of people around you seemed never ending. The match was scheduled to start in a half an hour but that didn’t stop people from rushing inside like they were about to miss the game. Lots of people wore or brought Adler’s merchandise. Jerseys, t-shirts, hats, flags and posters, some merchandise donning specific players names and numbers. You were surprised to see an alarming amount of people with Kageyama jerseys and signs. Maybe you should’ve run to one of the merchandise booths and purchased a shirt or something beforehand since you seemed to be one of the only people here without an Adler’s souvenir. 

Fiddling with the string of the white hoodie you wore, you sat and watched the masses as you waited for Kageyama’s friend to hopefully find you. 5 minutes passed. Then 10. Then 10 more. The large concrete entrance to the building was now almost completely empty, as most had gone inside to find their seats. The game was supposed to start in 5 minutes and you were STRESSED. Maybe Kageyama’s friend forgot they were supposed to meet you here and was already inside. It shouldn’t be that hard to find your seat on your own, right? Plus, if you had trouble you were sure there was a worker somewhere that could show you the way.

Standing up, you brushed off your black jeans and started to walk towards the front doors. Before you could get there, the sound of someone’s shoes slapping on the pavement rang in your ears. You turned around and saw someone running towards you. It was a man wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, sweatpants and a black and gold t-shirt, a black athletic jacket gripped in his hand. 

As he got closer, you could see he was actually quite short. Despite his smaller than average stature, you could tell this boy never skipped the gym. His arms were beautifully tanned and toned, and his tight t-shirt hugged him in all the right places. What was it with these men you’ve been meeting lately? Were they trying to give you a heart attack?

When the man approached you, he skidded to a stop and heaved a sigh of relief. He was horribly out of breath, sweat beading on his forehead. How long had he been running? He hunched over and put his hands on his knees, trying to slow his breathing. 

“I... I’m so sorry ... that I’m late,” each pause in his sentence was a gasp of air. “I missed the bus… so… I had to run here.”

With a heave, he straightened up and sighed. He took off his sunglasses and slipped them to rest on his shirt. He then took off his hat so he could wipe at his forehead with the back of his hand. You were surprised to find he had a shocking head of orange hair. He set the hat back on his head and held out his hand to you with a beaming smile.

“You’re (Y/n), right? My name is Hinata Shoyo! It’s nice to meet you! Tobio’s told me a lot about you and he’s very happy you’re here!”

You shook his hand in wonder at both this guy’s joyful personality (completely opposite of Kageyama’s) and his statement. Kageyama was talking to his friend about you? You turned red at the thought. 

“I am (Y/n) and it’s nice to meet you Hinata! And don’t worry about being late, I’m just glad you made it here in one piece! I’ve missed the bus before and it screws up my whole day. How far did you have to run to get here?”

He swats the air as if brushing off your concern, “Just a couple miles, no big deal!” He looks down at the watch that sits on his wrist and his eyes widen. “Crap! The game starts in a couple minutes, we gotta hurry so we don’t miss their entrance!”

He snatches your hand and starts jogging through the open doors as if he didn’t just run a half marathon to get here. Taking an immediate right as soon as you walked inside, he led you up a flight of stairs and to a set of doors that lead into the stadium. Hinata held the door for you and you stepped into the most crowded sports event you had ever been to. Almost every seat in the balcony was taken and the energy was palpable. Luckily, the teams weren’t on the court yet but that didn’t mean the crowd was any less rowdy. 

You followed Hinata down the stairs that split the dense crowd to the very first row of seats overlooking the whole court. Kageyama really did give you a ticket for one of the best seats in the whole gym. The section was right in the middle of the two sides, which will give you the perfect vantage point to watch both teams. 

Once you both reach the bottom, a chorus of “hey’s” rang out from the people who were already sitting in the row. Getting a look at the four people who said hello, you almost fainted. 

What were they putting in the water on this side of Tokyo? 

Four more gorgeous men were inspecting you curiously from their seats. Two of them were giving you the biggest grins, one gave you a small smile and the last man had a black mask covering half his face so you couldn’t get a good read on his facial expression. 

Hinata stepped aside and presented you as if you were a trophy. “Everyone meet (Y/n)! This is Tobio’s friend. (Y/n), this is Sakusa, Atsumu, Bokuto and Akaashi. We’re all good friends of Tobio’s.”

You studied each man as Hinata went down the line of them so you could try to remember their names. Sakusa, who was sitting in the aisle seat you stood next to, was the one wearing the mask. He had wavy black hair and two prominent moles above his right eyebrow. From what you could see of his face, he didn’t seem like he was too thrilled to be there. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his long coat and he was shrunken into himself, seemingly touching as little of the chair as possible. He gave you a small nod when Hinata introduced him but didn’t say anything.

The guy sitting next to him, Atsumu, was much more lively. His hair was mostly covered from a hat that he was wearing backwards but you could see small hints of pale yellow hair peeking out. He leaned over Sakusa to shake your hand (Sakusa grumbled in annoyance) and gave you a flirty grin.

“Nice to meet ya, sweetheart. I’m Atsumu. Glad to hear that Kageyama’s not completely hopeless in his romantic life-“

Sakusa stomped on Atsumu’s foot which promptly stopped his comments. Atsumu whined in pain and hunched over to hold in his yell of agony.

Two empty seats sat in between Atsumu and the next man which you and Hinata shuffled in to take. You took off your heavy gray coat before settling down in your chair between Hinata and Atsumu. After settling your coat into your lap, you leant forward to formally meet the other two.

“Hey hey hey! Nice to meet you (Y/n)! I’m Bokuto and this is Akaashi.” he slung his arm around Akaashi’s shoulder, forcing him to lean forward to see you. Akaashi gave you a gentle smile which you returned.

Bokuto was the largest of the bunch, hefting around a broad set of beautiful shoulders that almost made you drool. He also wore a hat but it didn’t do a very effective job of hiding his eye-catching black and white hair. He was the only one of the four that wore something Adler’s themed, which was a scarf with their team logo on it. 

Akaashi was the most classically handsome of them. Dark hair, blue eyes and a set of glasses. He seemed much more soft spoken compared to his counterpart. You could’ve sworn you’d seen him before too.

“Nice to meet you both! This is the first time I’ve ever been to a professional volleyball game so I’m very excited to be here. It was so nice of Kageyama to give me a ticket. I hope I’m not a bother to any of you. I’m pretty clueless so I might have some questions.” you lightly laughed.

Both Bokuto and Akaashi smiled and Bokuto opened his mouth to say something but Atsumu cut him off. Atsumu draped his arm over the back of your chair and leaned in so he could be a part of the conversation.

“Volleyball virgin, huh? Don’t worry beautiful, any questions you have can be directed to yours truly-“

Sakusa stomped on his foot once more and Atsumu jolted back in his seat, squeezing his eyes shut and sucking in air through his teeth to stop from screaming. 

“Could you stop doing that?! I need this foot y’know!”

Sakusa paid him no mind. Akaashi spoke up from your right. “Ignore him. Anyways, you work at that library next to the University right? I went to school there and came to your library to find some books for class sometimes. Your library was always my favorite, very clean and inviting.”

You thought he looked familiar! Especially with his looks. Not an easy face to forget. “Yes! I thought I recognized you. I’m glad my library made you feel that way, that’s what I strive for! Kageyama told me something similar.”

Hinata nodded and smiled at you. “That’s where you guys met, right?”

You nodded in turn. “Yep!”

Before any more conversation could be had, an announcer started speaking over the loudspeaker and the crowd went nuts. Honestly, you couldn’t hear a word the announcer said but eventually the team from America started walking out in a single file line to the court. They had red uniforms and varied in size, hair and skin color. All of them looked very menacing as they walked out.

Once they were lined up, the crowd went crazy once again as the Adlers started making their entrance. Everyone around you stood up so you followed their lead, clapping as the team walked out. Atsumu, Hinata and Bokuto were hooting and hollering. The team walked in number order so Kageyama was one of the last to walk out but once he did, your heart stopped.

You thought he looked good in the grainy picture you saw on the poster, but seeing him in person in uniform? Your knees were jelly.

He had the same stoic face, hair and eyes you were used to seeing. The rest of his body though? It was a real treat to see him without a giant coat and baggy sweatpants. His jersey top was tight in all the right places, showing off just how muscular he really was. His shoulders were broad, biceps big, thighs even bigger. He was wearing knee pads and it looked like some of his fingers were wrapped in white tape.

He walked with a confidence you were envious of, and if he really was one of the best setters in Japan then he’s earned the right to look and be that confident. Once the team had lined up on their side of the court, the Adler’s gave the American team a bow as was customary. The Americans gave them a bow back to show their respects before they broke formation to ready up. 

Before the Adler’s began, they shuffled over to line up in front of the section of crowd you sat in. You watched as they all bowed in unison and yelled, “Thank you for coming!”

They straightened and Kageyama instantly found you in the crowd, front and center cheering for the team and watching him in awe. You both made eye contact and you gave him a smile and a small wave. You didn’t expect him to do anything back but the tiniest of smiles graced his lips and he gave you a small wave in return.

Your face burned fiercely, even more so when Atsumu elbowed your arm teasingly. It didn’t help when you took notice of the multiple news cameras stationed everywhere that definitely caught that. Oh god, hopefully the media doesn’t read into that too much.

The team broke to head to their starting positions. Most of the team went to the bench, but 6 of them took their spots on the court, including Kageyama. Beside you, Hinata hummed in confusion.

“Tobio is starting as the server? He’s usually in the setter position at the start of the game, right guys? Why is he serving first?”

The others agreed that he didn’t usually start the game serving but couldn’t see why the team would change their starting lineup for the championship game. After thinking for a second, Atsumu folded his arms and scoffed.

“I have a hunch why he’s serving first, vain bastard.” he grumbled.

You glanced at him curiously and watched Kageyama pace back behind the starting line. He bounced the volleyball on the floor a couple times, then spun the ball in his hands. Some sort of serving ritual, you guessed.

The crowd went quiet as the referee standing on a platform next to the net blew the starting whistle. Everyone watched with bated breath as Kageyama took his time, blowing out a calming breath before tossing the ball into the air. He took a couple steps, gaining speed as he jumped high into the air and hit the ball with so much power you could barely see the ball as it smashed down into the American’s court and bounced out.

The stadium went ballistic with cheers. Your volleyball knowledge was slim, but you could tell that was an insanely powerful serve. If you got a good look at the volleyball, there would probably be smoke coming off of it.

The men around you were cheering just as loud as everyone else, Bokuto and Hinata were especially rowdy. You were in awe. Kageyama looked so sure and powerful when he served. His form looked perfect. You instantly considered taking up professional photography just so you could capture those beautiful poses.

Everyone quieted down again as Kageyama returned to his serving position. He went through the same routine, bouncing and spinning the ball before serving once more.

Another no-touch service ace!

The crowd was inconsolable now. You were jumping up and down in happiness. You guessed getting no-touch service aces were not easy to do in the professional league. The opposing professional teams were too skilled at defense to allow more than one or two a game. 

But Kageyama managed to get 5 total service aces to start the game before the opposition was finally able to dig the ball and start volleying.

You didn’t doubt the American team was amazing at volleyball; they wouldn’t be here if they weren’t.  But something about Kageyama’s serves were fierce and according to Hinata, he’d never seen Kageyama have a serving streak like this before, especially since going pro.

As the play went on, you noticed Atsumu slouch in his chair and huff. “Show off.”

Hinata leaned over to you and whispered (not very quietly), “Tsumu and Kageyama have been competing for Japan’s best setter title for years. Kageyama always wins so Tsumu gets a little salty when he makes a good play. He’s just a little jealous-“

“ZIP IT SHO!”

You perked up at Hinata’s words and turned to a pouting Atsumu. “You play volleyball too?”

The sourness Atsumu was displaying vanished at your question and he ‘very casually’ put his hands on the back of his head, leaning back in pleasure. “Sure do, gorgeous. You’re looking at one of the nations best-”

“I play too! I’m a wing spiker!” Bokuto chirped to your right, a cheesy grin on his face. Hinata nodded and motioned to himself and pointed down at Sakusa.

“Us too! Omi and I are wing spikers as well. We’re all on Japan’s MSBY Black Jackals team!”

Well, this was shocking news. It made sense though, seeing how physically fit they all were and if they were good friends with Kageyama you assumed they met through volleyball. You had heard about the MSBY Black Jackals before on the news. They sounded like a rowdy, go-lucky team who’s games were extremely fun to watch. And now knowing these guys were on the team, the rumors were probably true. 

Now that you knew, you noticed that they weren’t necessarily being very discreet about their professional volleyball status. Hinata was wearing a MSBY t-shirt and the hat Atsumu wore had the MSBY logo plastered on the front of it.

“Oh! Really? That’s awesome! You guys will have to tell me all about how you guys met and started playing volleyball. I’ve heard MSBY is pretty famous for their exciting games, I’ll have to come watch one some time!”

They all agreed, promising you front row tickets to come see them play. Atsumu commented on how they could give Kageyama a ticket too and the two if you could make a date out of it which made your face burn. 

Speaking of Kageyama, it was hard for you to take your eyes off him as the set continued. His sets were unlike anything you’d ever seen. They were so calculated and clean. He sent the ball perfectly to the spikers almost every time, tapping into each player's potential. He made it look so easy, but you knew this was the outcome of years of training and practice. Not only were his sets beautifully executed, any spikes, receives or blocks he did were also perfect. 

Akaashi, who was comfortably settled under Bokuto’s arm that was draped across his shoulders, mentioned that Kageyama was playing better today than he has in quite a while. Not only was he doing well, it seemed his whole team was on their game. Especially the big burly guy, Ushijima and the short, springy white haired guy, Hoshiumi. 

The Adler’s won the first set with ease, prompting the crowd to cheer wildly. The team gathered in a circle on the sidelines to have a little time-out before they had to start the second set.

You watched with clenched fists as Kageyama took a big swig of water, sweat dripping down his neck and soaking into the small white towel that was thrown over his shoulders. He then used that towel to wipe his damp face. While he did so, you noticed him glance towards your section.

Lord, you hoped he didn’t see you ogling at the sight of him. 

Of course, the all observant Kageyama did notice and the bastard had the audacity to wink.

Your hands instantly started sweating and Atsumu blanched at the interaction. “When did Tobio get so good at turning on the charm?! He’s got the same personality as a potted plant. What have the Adler’s been feeding him?”

The start of the second set wasn’t as successful as the first; the American team seemed to have adapted to Kageyama’s monster serves. Both teams were scoring points pretty evenly and before you knew it, it was a deuce. 24-24, the first team to get two points over the other wins the set.

The crowd was standing again, watching anxiously as the little wing spiker, Hoshiumi, went up against a 3 man block. You were sure his spike was about to get stuffed, but to your surprise he jumped higher than the block and spiked it into their court. How someone could jump so high was beyond you.

Now it was 25-24, one more point and they’d win the championship! Kageyama was in the setter’s position, carefully watching the opposing team with his hands on the back of his head as Ushijima served the ball. It was a brutal serve but the Americans dug it up, beginning the volley. They managed a fierce spike but the Adler’s libero managed to save it. The ball arced perfectly to Kageyama as he prepared to set it.

You tried to pinpoint who he would send it to, who would have the best chance at scoring the winning point. Hoshiumi seemed to be a good choice as he ran forward to the net, as well as one of their other teammates Romero who was another fierce spiker and the team’s ace. 

You held your breath as Kageyama jumped to set the ball, watching in what felt like slow motion as the ball settled into the cradle of his slim fingers. However, surprising everyone in the arena, Kageyama’s set turned into a dump. 

No one on the other team could react fast enough as the ball fell in their court and Kageyama gracefully settled back on the floor. For the 100th time that evening, the crowd erupted. Kageyama’s team jumped on him, mussing up his hair and slapping him on the back.

You were jumping up and down, cheering just as loud as those around you. The men around you were also showing their approval in their own ways. Hinata was doing the same as you, Bokuto was yelling praises, Akaashi was politely clapping, Sakusa wasn’t doing much but had at least stood up with everyone. Atsumu was clapping but it seemed a little sarcastic.

“Tobio’s got a pair, I’ll give him that. Finishing the whole game with’a dump? Risky move.”

“He’s amazing!” you said. Atsumu groaned and tilted his head back.

“Eugh, whatever.”

Once both teams had pulled themselves together, the crowds politely clapped for the American team and the good game they played. Then the Adlers lined up to bow to the crowd again in thanks for the support. Kageyama seeked you out again in the stands and softly smiled as he bowed. 

The stands started to thin out as the spectators left. You and the boys stayed for a while, chatting about their volleyball careers and learning more about them while they asked you questions about your life. 

Once most of the people had left and the teams had gone to the locker rooms to freshen up, the boys led you outside of the court and down to the large front entrance of the building. You wandered over to look at a large trophy case that lined the wall. To your surprise, Kageyama was in a couple of the pictures holding a trophy. The Adler’s were quite the powerhouse team, it seemed.

You felt someone sidle up to you, and you turned to smile up at Kageyama. He was still wearing his white uniform and GOD were his thighs always that big? He wore a white jacket over the top of his jersey and his hair was messier than normal, like he had hastily run a towel through it. You catched a whiff of cologne that had a slight undertone of sweat. Why that attracted you to him so much more, you weren’t sure.

“Hey! You were amazing out there! You’ll have to give me a list of your games because I want to come to all of them if they’re all like that!” you exclaimed. 

Kageyama watched you carefully and nodded seriously. “I can do that. I can’t promise they’ll all be that close, but you can come to any games you want and I’ll make sure you get front row seats.”

You blushed at his intensity. “T-That would be awesome!”

You didn’t know what else to say. Kageyama looked you over and held out something in his hand. “I got this for you.”

It was some sort of article of clothing. Taking it from him, you opened it up and couldn’t help but grinning. It was an Adler’s jersey, a professional looking one at that, not one that was sold in bulk at the merchandise stands. Low and behold, instead of being a generic team jersey, Kageyama was written in bold letters on the back with the number 20 printed loud and proud on the front and back.

“SUBTLE, TOBIO. REAL SUBTLE.” Atsumu yelled from where the others stood across the room. Sakusa yanked on Atsumu’s hat, pulling his head back which made him yelp.

Kageyama was bright red and grumbled strings of curses at Atsumu. Surprising him and even yourself, you wrapped your arms around his torso in a tight hug as a thanks. Kageyama tensed, not knowing what to do for a second. You didn’t even notice, too busy reveling in how solid his body was.

Hesitantly, Kageyama wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You even felt him gently rest his cheek on top of your head. You wished you could stay like this forever. He was so warm and comfortable, even though he was a brick wall of muscle.

“Thank you. For the jersey and for inviting me. I had a great time! Your friends are really fun too.”

He pulled back from the hug and held you by your shoulders, suddenly looking very concerned. “They didn’t say anything weird did they? Did Atsumu hit on you? I told him that if he did, he’ll never be a setter on the Olympic team ever again.”

You laughed and brought your hands up to lightly hold his wrists. “They were all very sweet, even Atsumu. He called me sweetheart once but that’s-“

A glint of pure fury shone in Kageama’s eyes as his head snapped over to Atsumu. All of the men had been trying to make it not look obvious that they were trying to stare and eavesdrop on your conversation. A visible shudder of terror shook Atsumu as Kageyama, gentle as one ever could, moved you to the side then shot towards Atsumu like a bullet. You could’ve sworn you saw flames on the ground as he sprinted to the artificial blonde. Atsumu let out a yell of terror as he took off in the opposite direction, Kageyama inches behind him.

“What did I do?!” You heard Atsumu yell as they ran down the hall. You smiled and walked back to the other men, who were also chuckling.

Hinata motioned to the jersey you held in your hands. “That’s one of his actual jerseys! He must like you a whole lot to just give that to you right out the gate.”

You inspected the jersey in your hands and rubbed your fingers over the silky fabric. If you weren’t surrounded by Kageyama’s best friends, you would’ve dug your nose into it to see if it smelled like him. “I’ve never owned a jersey before, real or not.”

Sakusa, surprisingly, spoke up. “You should tell him that. He’ll eat that up.”

You smiled as you watched Kageyama chase Atsumu down, yelling things you couldn’t quite make out. This group was fun, you decided. Hopefully you’d be able to see them more, and you hoped Kageyama wouldn’t become a stranger.

-

You held your hands over your mouth as you watched the Adler’s and Black Jackals fight furiously over the volleyball. It wasn’t a championship game, or any type of game that held any real meaning in a tournament but that didn’t make the game any less intense. Knowing their rivalry and the companionships each team had, had you on your toes. The Adler’s were, yet again, one point away from winning. The teams had gone back and forth for the third and final set, fighting to see who could get two points over the other first.

This volley was lasting forever, and each team was getting desperate. The teams were getting sloppy. Akaashi, who stood beside you, pointed out as much, flinching when Bokuto almost missed a rushed set by Atsumu completely. It was hard, routing for both teams. Unfortunately, only one team could win and by the large jersey you wore, anyone could guess who you were slightly favoring. 

Ushijima dug up the ball where Bokuto spiked it, however the power of the spike made his receive sloppy, sending the ball sailing towards the front left corner of their court. That didn’t stop Tobio from running towards the rogue ball. It was outside the court by now but still on their side. A set from this far away wasn’t easy to do, but Tobio always managed. A perfect set sent right to the Adler’s ace, Romero. MSBY had a three-man block on him, but Romero perfectly spiked the ball in such a way that it bounced off Sakusa’s fingertips and fell out of bounds. 

Springing to your feet, you whistled loudly and shouted your praise at your team. Another great game. You never got tired of games that made your blood pressure reach dangerous levels. MSBY lined up to bow to the crowd, and you didn’t hesitate to scream your praises for them too. After bowing, Hinata and Bokuto waved happily up at you (Bokuto blew a kiss to Akaashi first of course). Atsumu sent you a wink, which you rolled your eyes at. Sakusa gave you a small nod in hello. The black jackals then left to finish up for the day while the Adler’s took their place on the line.

Your gaze met Tobio’s soft blue stare as he looked up at you, a little smile on his face just for your viewing pleasure. He bowed with the rest of his team before standing up straight and giving you one last look before he had to go to the post-game huddle. You copied Bokuto’s move and blew him a small kiss. Tobio, sweet as ever, very nonchalantly pretended to catch it. The golden engagement ring that swung from a chain around his neck glinted in the light of the gym as he turned to run back to his team.

Not a day goes by that you don’t thank the gods above for sending that handsome man to your library.

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Being the general manager of one of the smallest public libraries in Tokyo had its fair share of pros and cons. It's a relatively simple gig, it pays decently and you have more time to read than you know what to do with. Once all of the returned books are reshelved, new books are entered into the system, other miscellaneous chores are completed and there’s a lull in customers, there’s a book in your hand. It was the greatest job one could ever ask for.

One of the only cons to your job were some of the people you were unfortunate enough to come across. While most of the people that walked into your library were pleasant and fellow book lovers, there were occasionally people that set off warning bells in your brain the second they walked in. Since the library was near a local bar, you would occasionally have a drunk patron wander inside and wreak havoc on your neat shelves. Most leave without fuss after a little gentle persuasion but sometimes an angry drunk will ruin your whole night. Other times, some people will come in with a sour mood and take their frustrations out on you. You’re usually able to stay level-headed and diffuse the situation with ease. 

Needless to say, you pride yourself on being able to read the vibe of most people who walk through the door and how you should handle them. However, you’re not quite sure how you should feel about the man that walked through your door one Tuesday evening. 

He was tall with a set of broad shoulders. His body was mostly concealed by a long black coat which wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary, seeing how it was the middle of January. A baseball cap was pulled low on his head and he was wearing sunglasses. This normally wouldn’t cause you any concern but when it’s 6pm, there’s barely any sun outside to warrant sunglasses and he doesn’t take the sunglasses off when he gets inside, it raises some flags. 

You adjusted the book you held on your lap and fiddled with the pages, trying to decide how you should approach him. Here you were, hoping for a relaxing closing shift and then this shady character walks through your doors.

Besides looking a little suspicious, he doesn’t do anything to make you worry. In fact, he takes a couple steps inside and then just… stares at the rows of shelves. If you didn’t know any better, he looked a little lost. Like he didn’t know how to begin looking for whatever he came to the library to find. You couldn’t tell if he was actually confused or if it was all just an elaborate act and he was actually trying to decide what books he could steal. Nonetheless, you were the manager so it was your responsibility to manage the situation. Kill them with kindness.

“Welcome in, sir! Let me know if I can help you find anything!” you say with a smile. 

It seems the stranger hadn’t actually seen you sitting behind the counter of the front desk, because he jumped ever so slightly at the sound of your voice. He looked your way and didn’t say anything for a second. At least, you assumed he was looking at you. With his sunglasses on, it was hard to tell. The silence between the two of you was on the verge of getting awkward until he gave you the slightest of nods.

“Thank you.”

With that, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his long puffy coat and started to wander further back into the library. You watched him shuffle down the long aisle and eventually disappear behind the shelves. Letting out a sigh of relief, you slumped back into your chair and cleared your throat. He was dressed weird but his voice actually sounded quite kind, albeit a little monotone. While he wasn’t completely off your radar yet, you sat a little easier at your desk and decided to focus on your book, leaving the stranger to his business. 

Looking down at your book, you settled back into the romantic story. It was a couple minutes later, when out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the man walk to another shelf. You didn’t think anything of it until you started to notice him move to multiple shelves, even revisiting ones he had already been to. When he returned a fourth time to a row of books he had already been to, you started to get concerned. What was he doing? 

Book forgotten, you watched his pacing curiously. He seemed to be getting frustrated. Was he having trouble finding what he’s looking for? Deciding to be a good samaritan (and, you supposed, a proper manager), you slid your cafe receipt bookmark into your book and stood up from your chair. You walked around the threshold of the front desk and started approaching the stranger, who was scanning the lines of books he stood in front of. As you got closer, you started to realise how tall this man really was. Definitely over 6 feet tall! It was a little intimidating as you neared him from behind.

Hoping not to scare him like you did the first time, you very lightly knocked on the worn wood shelf that he stood next to. He shifted his gaze (still shrouded by sunglasses) from the books to you. Even with the sunglasses on, you could see the frustrated crease in his brow. You gave him a small smile.

“Are you looking for something specific? I can try to help you find it! These shelves can be hard to comb through when you don’t know where to look.”

The agitation in his face seemed to ease just slightly and he shifted on his feet. He turned to look at the books and then looked back at you. To your surprise, his long, slender hand raised and he slowly shifted the sunglasses off his face. With his face now exposed, you immediately felt your cheeks heat up. It was clear to you now that he looked to be around your age, maybe a little older. 25 or 26 maybe? His eyes were a beautiful shade of dark blue which complimented his sharp features nicely. You also finally took notice of the small hints of black hair that poked out from under his hat. 

It took you a second to realize you were staring at him and that he had said something to you. Who could blame you for being star struck, this man was without a doubt the most attractive man you’ve seen come into your library to date.

“S-Sorry, what?”

“I’m not looking for a specific book, but do you have any… fitness related books? Or sports. Or something like that?” His voice was deep and it sent a shiver from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

“Yes! Yeah, we’ve got a section like that. Follow me!” 

You turned on your heel and led him a couple rows down. He followed a few paces behind you and stopped when you faced a large shelf full of various sport books, books about physical training, motivational books and the like. You motioned to the whole isle.

“I think you’ll find what you’re looking for here. Everything is ordered alphabetically by the author’s last name and if you think of a specific book you want to find, there’s a couple computers towards the middle of the library you can use to help track the book down. We also have a large collection of sports magazines available as well that you can check out! Does this help narrow your search down a little?”

The stranger took a second to scan the spines of the books and nodded. “Yes, I should be able to find what I’m looking for. Thank you for your help.”

You gave him a happy smile and started to shuffle back to the front of the library. “Of course! Let me know if you need anything else.” 

Giving him one last glance, you walked back to your desk and plopped back down in your chair with a giddy sigh. Of course, the patron you thought was about to rob the library blind ended up being a tall, devilishly handsome twenty-something year old who you were immediately attracted to. You really needed to stop judging people by their appearance, you decided.

After helping a sweet old lady renew her library card, you noticed the stranger approach the small portion of the library that had a couple of comfortable couches and chairs so patrons could sit and read. He held a book in his hands but you couldn’t tell what it was called or what it was about. He stood next to one of the couches and set the book down on the arm rest. Then, he proceeded to shed his long coat and you had to stop yourself from drooling. He wasn’t wearing anything fancy, just a baggy off-white long sleeved shirt and a pair of black athletic pants but boy did he make it work. With the coat off, you could better see his physique. He had a slimmer build, but you could tell he was strong by the way he held his slightly broader shoulders. This man didn’t skip the gym, that’s for sure.

After setting his coat down on the back of the couch, he settled onto one of the cushions and grabbed the book again. He stared at the cover for a second before opening to the first page and started to read. 

There he stayed for over an hour, slowly reading through the book. You helped a handful of people at the counter, but mostly spent the rest of your shift reading your own book while occasionally sneaking glances at the man. 

20 minutes before closing, he closed the book and slowly stood up. He stretched his arms high above his head which made his shirt ride up, exposing his abdomen which you could now see looked like it had been chiseled from stone. 

Pull yourself together, woman. You were 99% sure your nose started bleeding.

The stranger put his coat back on and adjusted the hat on his head before heading back to the shelf he found his book. You presumed he put it back because he then walked back to the front of the library without a book in his hands. You sat up and gave him a big smile as he passed.

“Thanks for coming! Have a good night!”

He looked your way and shoved his hands in his pockets. To your surprise he gave you the tiniest hint of a smile.

“Thank you. You do the same.” 

And he left. 

-

Your heart fluttered in your chest when the stranger showed up again the next day. And the next. And a couple days after that. Whatever he found in your library must’ve really helped him, because he came in and picked up the same book to read on the couch again. And when he seemed to finish that book, he found a new one. 

Your interactions with him were pretty short but had gotten a little more friendly. One time he said hello before you had a chance to say it first! And he’d given you a couple more little smiles! 

He always came adorning the same outfit. Some kind of exercise clothing underneath his big coat, a hat and sunglasses. But boy, did he make it look good every time.

While seeing him made your whole shift worth it, you started to feel a little bad. You started to wonder if he came to the library so often because he had to in order to read his books. The stranger (who you realized a week after meeting that you still didn’t know his name) had never set up a library card so he could check out his books and bring them home. Maybe he didn’t like coming to the library but didn’t know how to set up a library card. Or maybe he didn’t even realize it was an option.

These thoughts plagued your conscience for days before you finally decided to just ask him. He seemed friendly enough so you were sure he wouldn’t mind an innocent inquiry. That didn’t stop the nervous butterflies from forming when he came in next, looking handsome as ever of course.

The sunglasses came off as soon as he walked in which was a more recent development, and you swooned a little each time you saw those dark blue eyes. Usually he’d walk past you and give you a tiny smile or a tiny nod or something when you welcome him in but today you stopped him before he walked too far.

“Hey! Can I ask you a question?” 

He stopped in his tracks and turned towards you. His eyes were slightly wider than normal, probably surprised by your off script question. Luckily, he didn’t just brush you off like you were sort of expecting him to. You stood up from your chair as he approached the front desk and almost fell to the floor when he lifted his hat just slightly to muss up his hair. Was he scratching an itch? Was he doing it for you? You didn’t know but it was the first time you’d seen past his forehead and you were sure you would feel the same primal urges if he had just stripped naked right in your lobby. 

Mentally smacking yourself in the face, you drummed your fingers on the counter and nervously smiled at him. “I was just wondering if you would be interested in setting up a library card? It’s totally free and you can check out as many books as you’d like. That way you don’t have to spend so much time here.”

His expression instantly went from neutral to a little offended. Your heart dropped and you started spewing apologies.

“N-Not that I don’t like having you here! Because I do! I love it when you come in- I mean I love it when anyone comes in. But especially you, I guess. You’re nice and quiet, don’t cause any trouble…”

You felt like you were about to throw up. He went back to his usual neutral self, maybe even had a hint of amusement on his face. With him, it was hard to tell. And lord, his stare was always so intense. He had no trouble keeping eye contact, but you on the other hand? You were looking everywhere but him.

“Anyways, I just wanted to make sure you knew it was an option. I’d feel bad if you felt like the only way to enjoy the books here was staying for hours at a time when you could take them home and enjoy them there.”

You were pretty sure you were sweating through your sweater but he seemed to be pondering what you said. He fiddled with one of the tiny pencils that littered the countertop and shrugged. “I don’t mind coming here. It’s peaceful and I don’t usually frequent places that are quiet like this. But I’ll set one up just in case I don’t have time to stay and read.”

Instantly your worries about possibly offending him vanished and you grinned. “Alright! Let’s get one set up for you. It’s really easy, I’ll just need some basic information.”

You asked him for his address which he, for some reason, was hesitant to give out but you assured him it was just to make sure he lived in the area. Then you asked him for his name and two forms of ID.

“Kageyama Tobio.”

Kageyama Tobio. Finally a name to put to his face, and it fit him perfectly! That and… you couldn’t help but feel like you’d heard his name before. You didn’t go to school with him, right? That would be awkward if you had and didn’t recognize a fellow classmate. Maybe it was a different Kageyama you were thinking of?

Brushing off the feeling you looked at the ID’s he gave you. One driver’s license and his passport. Everything on his ID’s matched the information he had given you so all was well. You couldn’t help but notice that his passport seemed well used and looked to be stamped pretty recently.

“Travel often?” you asked while you grabbed a new library card and started attaching all of his information to it.

The stranger, Kageyama, took his license and passport back and started putting them away in the backpack he always had with him. “Yeah, I leave the country pretty often for…. work.”

“Ah, very cool! Well, here’s your new library card! Anytime you want to check something out you just have to bring the book to one of these computers, scan the book and your card and it’ll be yours for a week!”

He reached out and took the card from your hand, long fingers brushing yours ever so slightly. Guess you were never going to wash that hand again.

“Thank you. I appreciate your help.” He slid the card into his coat pocket and took a step back. “Have a good night (Y/n).” 

You watched him with blaring red cheeks as he stepped out into the night. How did he know your name? Was he stalking you? Surely not… he didn’t seem the type. Your concern didn’t last long when you realized you were wearing your name tag.  

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Despite having his new library card, Kageyama continued to stay in the library to read his books. You weren’t sure why (part of you hoped it was because he enjoyed seeing you) but you were glad he felt a sense of peace here that he apparently rarely felt anywhere else. Unfortunately, your conversations with him were still short and sweet. He seemed to either not care too much for conversation or felt too awkward to really talk to you. However, he did make a bit more of an effort to say hi to you when he came in now, one time even waiting until you were finished with another patron to say good evening. 

The turning point in your relationship started one Friday night. 

It was a rare busy day at the library and you barely had time to think. The library had multiple activities and events planned that day that were very chaotic. Storytimes, an author signing, a tiny book fair, a giant class field trip. With everything happening, your library was in disarray. It took the last two hours of your shift to get everything back in order. Shelves were reorganised, the carpet was vacuumed, and the toilet was unclogged. Some punk 6th grader thought it would be funny to shove 3 whole rolls of toilet paper down the drain. By the time 9pm rolled around, you were wiped and eager to go home. 

While you were doing the rounds of the library as a final check to make sure everything was in order before you closed up for the weekend, you almost had a heart attack when you took notice of someone laying on one of the little couches. It was Kageyama and he was sound asleep. His hat was pulled over his eyes and he was snoring ever so slightly. One of his arms dangled off the couch and the other rested over his chest where his book was sitting open. He was so tall, his feet were sticking over one of the armrests. You hadn’t even seen him come in. You must’ve been so preoccupied he didn’t feel like you had time to say hello. He looked so peaceful, you didn’t want to wake him up but unfortunately you couldn’t just leave him here. 

Stepping quietly over to him, you very slowly rested your hand over his hand that was laying over the top of his book. It was the first time you were seeing the books he was picking up close. 

The Mental Game of Volleyball

Interesting pick, you thought. You gently shook his hand but he didn’t budge so you shook a little harder. It took you a couple more shakes and a hushed “Kageyama” to wake him up. He didn’t startle awake thank goodness, just slowly shifted and lifted the hat off his eyes so he could see. He looked bleary at you and then looked around at where he was.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to wake you but I have to close up. It’s 9 o’clock.”

That seemed to wake him up a little because he shuffled into a sitting position while you backed away a little bit. You could’ve sworn you saw the slightest hint of red tinge his cheeks but it could’ve been the low lighting. 

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. I thought I just dozed off for a couple minutes.” He stood up and started gathering his things while you waved him off.

“No worries! It happens more often than you’d think, I promise. These couches are some of the comfiest things in the universe so I don’t blame you!”

He had a small smile on his face when he threw his coat on. The both of you walked back towards the front of the library after he put his book back on the shelf (you didn’t make a comment about how he could just bring it with him) and you flipped almost all of the lights off, leaving just a couple on so you could see when you came back in on Monday. Kageyama shuffled forward so he could hold the door open for you, which you thanked him for. It took you a couple seconds to lock the doors before you both started to head towards the parking lot. A lone car sat waiting, which you assumed was Kageyama’s. It looked like a pretty new model and it was dark blue in color. You smiled internally. It matched his eyes! You noticed him looking around the lot and turned to you in question. 

“Where’s your car?”

“Ah, I take the bus! I do have a car but my sister is currently using it because she works late shifts at the hospital and the buses usually aren’t running by the time she gets off work so I want to make sure she has a ride home. I don’t mind it actually! It’s a nice calming end to my day.” 

Kageyama was fidgeting with his car keys as you both approached his car. The bus stop was just a couple minute walk from here so you were just planning on saying your goodbyes once you reached his vehicle. You were about to tell him to have a goodnight before he interrupted you.

“Can I walk you to the bus stop? It’s late and dark. I would offer you a ride home but figured you would maybe… not be comfortable with that. Seeing as how we don’t know each other too well…” his voice tapered off and you were sure you were seeing red on his cheeks this time. It warmed your heart that he wanted to make sure you were safe but also took into consideration your possible hesitancy to get a ride home from an almost stranger.

“I’d love for you to join me on my walk! It’s not too far so it shouldn’t take up too much of your time.”

He seemed relieved you agreed to let him come. Together you both started walking towards the bus stop. It was a quiet walk at first, not too uncomfortable but you definitely wanted to try to fill the silence.

“I noticed you’re reading a book about volleyball. Do you like the sport?”

He looked at you in mild surprise before nodding a little bit, one of his small smiles creeping onto his face. “I enjoy it, yeah.”

“Cool! I’m not big into sports in general to be honest. I’m not very coordinated so they’re not my strong suit but they’re fun to watch! I guess if I had to pick a favorite, volleyball would be pretty high on my list. I’m not good at it but it was a fun unit in gym class! I’ve been seeing quite a few news segments about volleyball recently. I don’t follow it too often but people sure like it around here. Actually, I think one of Japan’s professional teams practices near here, right? What are they called… it’s some kind of bird name I think?”

Kageyama didn’t say anything but you could see that he was smiling more than you had ever seen him smile before. Were you completely off? If he’s reading a volleyball book, he must follow the game closely and you probably just embarrassed the hell out of yourself with your limited knowledge. While you were mentally beating yourself up, the two of you reached the bus stop. It was void of people, and void of a bus. Kageyama didn’t make any moves to leave you at the stop alone so you turned to face him.

“I’m probably way wrong. All my volleyball knowledge about teams and such comes from the news, ads or passing conversations in a store.” you said with a laugh, hoping to save at least some of your dignity. To your surprise, Kageyama actually laughed a little bit with you. It was a beautiful sound that you doubted you’d ever forget. You had a feeling he didn’t laugh too often so it was something special to hear.

You smiled and shifted your gaze down the street, watching for the bus. You were dreading for this moment to end. While you had embarrassed yourself, you had also made Kageyama laugh which trumped the humiliation. 

Looking around some more, a poster hung up on the walls of the bus stop caught your eye. “Speak of the devil!” you exclaimed, walking up to the flyer.

 It was a poster for the volleyball team you had just been talking about. The poster was advertising a big championship game. “Look! I wasn’t crazy, they do have a bird name. The Schweiden Adlers. Looks like they have a big game coming up.” Looking closer at the poster, you noticed the date of the game. “Oh! It’s tomorrow!”

Kageyama walked up to stand next to you, observing the poster himself. He didn’t say anything, just listened to you.

“Looks like a pretty big game! They’re playing the best volleyball team in America. Very cool. ‘Come watch some of the greatest volleyball players in Japan!’” You continued to scan the page until you read one of the text boxes that was bolded darker than most of the rest of the poster.

Featuring key players of the Japan Men’s National team, including the two-time Olympic champion setter: Kageyama Tobio

You stared at the text while your brain tried to catch up to what you had just read. This was just a coincidence. There’s no way the Kageyama standing next to you was an Olympic champion, right? There’s probably another Kageyama Tobio. However, you started to look at the picture on the poster and almost fainted. Right there, in the middle of the team picture, was your Kageyama. He wore a white jersey with some black and gold accents and a large number 20 right in the middle of it. He was surrounded by his teammates, and they seemed to be fresh off a game because they looked exhausted but exhilarated, sweat dripping down their necks.

Slack jawed, you glanced over at him. He was watching you, gaging your reaction to this news. 

“Sorry I didn’t tell you anything about what I do. It just never came up and nowadays it’s hard to find strangers who don’t recognize me. You were a nice change of pace. Someone who treated me like a regular person. That’s one of the reasons I like coming to your library so much.”

 Everything was starting to fall in place. Why he always wore a hat and sunglasses and looked like he was hesitant to show his face. Why he was always wearing athletic attire. The books he read. You felt a little stupid for not putting it all together earlier. 

“N-No, it’s ok! I should’ve probably put two and two together a little sooner. I recognized your name when you set up the library card, but couldn’t remember where I had heard it before. Now I know I have definitely heard your name on the news. But… you’re an Olympic athlete?! What is that like?”

He looked a little sheepish now that you sort of knew who he was. Reaching up, he took off his hat entirely which was the first time he had ever done so in front of you. His hair was a little messy from being in the hat for so long but it looked good on him. He had black hair but when the light hit it just right, it had some blue undertones. And boy did it look soft.

“It’s every athlete’s dream. Getting to play the greatest volleyball players from all over the world was exciting and I hope I get more chances to go. That’s why I’ve been coming to your library. To try to find ways I can improve.”

You nodded in understanding and let out a little laugh. “I’m sure you’ll get a chance to go again. I mean, this poster is basically calling you the greatest setter in all of Japan so your chances look pretty good! So how did-“

You were cut off when the loud sounds of a  bus started pulling into the station. You wanted to ask him so many more questions but it seemed like they’d have to wait. Hopefully he’ll still feel comfortable coming back to the library, now that you sort of know who he is. Shifting on your feet, you stepped towards the bus.

“Well it’s nice to officially meet you Kageyama! I’m excited to hear about the championship game-“ He stopped your goodbye by reaching out and gently grabbing your forearm. 

“Come to the game tomorrow. I-I have an extra ticket that’ll give you a front row seat, and I have a couple of friends going that can keep you company. It should be a fun game to watch.”

Shocked by the invitation, you stammered with a response. “B-But I don’t want to be a bother and steal your extra ticket! And I don’t even really know how volleyball works, just the basics-“

“My friends can teach you while you watch. Trust me, you’ll probably wish they’d stop talking by the end of the game. That and there’s no one else I’d want to give the ticket to. I want you to come.” He looked almost desperate. 

You really didn’t have a reason why you couldn’t go. The only thing on your agenda tomorrow was watering your plants. “Alright, yeah I’ll come! Umm… but how do I get my ticket and where do I go-“

“I’ll give you my number and send you your ticket. One of my friends can meet you outside the stadium and show you where to go. I’ll text you all the details. Does that work?”

He gave a lopsided smile when you nodded in agreement. Quickly exchanging phone numbers, you waved goodbye as you got on the bus and watched him start walking back to his car. Butterflies were running rampant in your stomach and your mind was racing.

This random stranger, who turned out to be one of the best of the best in volleyball, just asked you to come watch his game. You! A little library manager! What should you wear? Are Kageyama’s friends nice? How do you score a point in volleyball again? What’s Kageyama going to look like when he’s in his element?

Tomorrow was shaping up to be an interesting day.

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