#atusoi

             Tooru is so pissed that when Atsumu knocks on his hotel room door at 11 that night for their rendezvous, he pretends not to be in.

             “I know you’re there, Tooru,” hisses Atsumu, pissed himself. It’s just a stupid press release, for Christ’s sake! (Not that Atsumu necessarily minds that his name is printed first, clearly above Tooru’s…).

             He angrily rattles the handle, knocks, rattles the handle again. He’d probably keep going all night, but an old lady pokes her head out of the door across the hall and gives him the evil eye.

             Atsumu slouches off, upset. It’s been a while, and while he would never say it in so many words, he’s been missing Tooru. They get to see one another so infrequently these days.  And why should that bastard get away with being a giant baby?

             Which is why, ten minutes later, Atsumu finds himself walking around to the back of the hotel and then shimmying up the fire escape. He barely escapes a fall to his death as he leaps onto Tooru’s small balcony. After that, it’s a quick step in through the sliding glass door, which, in a stroke of luck, is unlocked.

             Tooru stares at him like he’s a ghost. “What the hell?”

             “I knew you were here!” Atsumu pants triumphantly.

             “Which means you should have taken the hint,” responds Tooru coldly.

             “it’s just a stupid announcement,” says Atsumu. “Everyone knows the starter position is still up in the air.” The starter position I’m going to get, he adds, but only in his head.

             Tooru’s eyes narrow.  “That’s what you think,” is his reply, as though Atsumu has spoken the words aloud.

             Oh. Yeah. Atsumu had forgotten about Tooru’s mindreading capabilities.

             “Anyway, I’m not in the mood,” adds Tooru, turning away.

             “Argh! You’re such a freaking baby!”  

             Atsumu is annoyed beyond measure by this asshole and his prickly, egotistical personality. (And is Tooru really going to kick him out? After he climbed up the fire escape and everything, risking life and limb? Is he willing to so casually throw away one of the few, very precious moments they’ll have together at this event?). In a fit of anger, he grabs a pillow and hurls it at Tooru.

             Tooru is taken completely off guard; it’s a direct hit to the back of his head.  

             He spins around, looking shocked and very, very angry. And then he snarls and grabs the pillow off the floor.

             Atsumu puts up a hand to shield himself, but instead of throwing the pillow, Tooru takes a flying leap, tackling Atsumu to the bed and knocking the wind right out of him.

             Tooru shows no mercy, sitting on top of Atsumu and hitting him over and over again with the pillow.

             He only stops to declare, “You’re the biggest baby here!”

             “Am not!” Atsumu gasps, trying desperately to catch his breath under the onslaught. He struggles to rise, but Tooru pulls his wrists out from under him and pins him to the bed.

             “Are too,” says Tooru, also winded.  “Admit it.”

             “Admit what?”

             “That you’re the biggest baby.” Tooru’s eyes are boring into his, and his hands are digging into Atsumu.

             “What?! Yer kiddin’, right?”

             “Admit it!” Tooru repeats, more fiercely. He plainly means it, and Atsumu can tell he’s not going to stop until he either gets what he wants, or Atsumu, in turn, vanquishes him.

             Atsumu takes a moment to consider his options. He could continue this fight; he might be able to switch their positions and force Tooru to eat his words. But it’s also possible he won’t succeed. The two of them have always been very evenly matched.

             Alternatively, he could… take the high road here, and not only end up being the bigger man, but also hopefully have a very pleasant interlude with the guy who’s come to mean a lot more to him than he’s been willing to admit.

             So much more that, for perhaps the first time in his life, Atsumu is willing to consider surrender.

             The tension leaks out of his body.

             “Fine,” he says.

             “Fine?” Tooru parrots back at him, confused.

             “Yeah. Fine. I’m the bigger baby.”

             Tooru’s eyes widen briefly.

             When Atsumu doesn’t grin and take it back, he drops his face, very slowly, until it is hovering right over Atsumu’s.

             “I’m glad you’ve seen the light,” he murmurs as he presses his lips to Atsumu’s.  

             Atsumu expects the kiss to be a victory kiss, full of gloating triumph, but it’s not. It’s a soft, gentle kiss, gentler than any Tooru has ever given him before.

             Atsumu’s hand wraps around Tooru’s neck, his other arm around Tooru’s back, tugging him in as close as possible.

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               “I can’t believe you admitted that,” says Tooru afterwards, running a lazy hand up Atsumu’s side.  

             “Believe it or not, bein’ with you is more important ta me than winnin’ some stupid pissing contest.”

             Tooru stiffens ever so slightly, his hand tightening around Atsumu’s waist.

             “And you to me,” he eventually murmurs into Atsumu’s ear. Then, louder, “But don’t let it go to your head!”

             Oikawa gives him a calculating look and takes a long sip of his drink.

             “You haven’t seen me play?” he asks.

             “Ya better not suck, is all I’m sayin’.”

             “I don’t suck.” Oikawa looks at Atsumu from under his eyelashes. “At least, not at volleyball.”

             Atsumu looks at him blankly. “What’s that supposed ta mean?”

             Oikawa stares at him for a long moment, then puts down his drink. In an entirely different tone of voice, he says, “What do you think it means, you big, fake-blonde buffoon? I was flirting with you.”

             “You were?”

             “Forget it,” Oikawa says morosely.  He mutters under his breath, “I’ve clearly lost my touch.”

             There is another pause, and then Atsumu shifts closer. He deliberately places a large hand on Oikawa’s thigh. “Ya haven’t.”

             Oikawa’s breath hitches ever so slightly, but he sneers, “I haven’t what, Mr. Cryptic Caveman?”