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Dancer Atsumu who plays all sports challenges VB Varsity Sakusa to play baseball to prove that he’s only good at volleyball & nothing else. Sakusa accepts, taunting Atsumu as a jack of all trades master of none + https://youtu.be/dCm7iK3MSQM ">https://youtu.be/dCm7iK3MS...
Dancer Atsumu who plays all sports challenges VB Varsity Sakusa to play baseball to prove that he’s only good at volleyball & nothing else. Sakusa accepts, taunting Atsumu as a jack of all trades master of none + https://youtu.be/dCm7iK3MSQM ">https://youtu.be/dCm7iK3MS...
It’s the inevitable conclusion to a year of rivalry. As a dancer, Atsumu is fit enough to do well in his PE classes. He does so well that he’s often toe to toe w/ Sakusa, the captain who brought the volleyball team to nationals many times.
Naturally, they make it a competition.
Naturally, they make it a competition.
Atsumu didn’t even care at first. He just likes trying out every sport; it’s a surprise even to him that he’s decent in all of them. But Sakusa gets so pissed whenever Atsumu beats him in class. So Atsumu riles him up, and Sakusa refuses to back down. +
It continues until they’re given the same grade to their dissatisfaction. So a game was set that summer.
They choose baseball. Atsumu is the lousiest in baseball (although he’s still good enough at it), and Sakusa is biased to ball games and doesn’t like skidding in the dirt. +
They choose baseball. Atsumu is the lousiest in baseball (although he’s still good enough at it), and Sakusa is biased to ball games and doesn’t like skidding in the dirt. +
“You got game, Miya?”
“A little.” Atsumu notices as Sakusa looks at him from head to toe and Atsumu grins. He says nothing—for now. He has a whole game to taunt the pissy rich kid anyway.
The smirk only grows once his hand is on top of the bat, Sakusa pointedly glaring at him.
“A little.” Atsumu notices as Sakusa looks at him from head to toe and Atsumu grins. He says nothing—for now. He has a whole game to taunt the pissy rich kid anyway.
The smirk only grows once his hand is on top of the bat, Sakusa pointedly glaring at him.
And boy does Atsumu taunt him. He dances in between pitches, hips moving left & right. Sakusa grips the bat tighter and scowls to stop himself from being distracted. Or maybe something else. Who knows?
Still, their glares & smirks cut through every pitch until +
Still, their glares & smirks cut through every pitch until +
Sakusa slides to the home plate, ensuring his victory, as Atsumu topples beside him. Despite the loss, though, Atsumu is still smirking as he stood up, white shirt now completely soiled. Still smirking even as they shook hands, the contact lingering a moment too long.
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Sakusa stares at the white polo shirt hugging Atsumu’s pecs and biceps and the white pants that hid the sturdy thighs he had always seen in PE class.
They both blame it on adrenaline as they slip away to the deserted gym locker rooms, panting on each+
Sakusa stares at the white polo shirt hugging Atsumu’s pecs and biceps and the white pants that hid the sturdy thighs he had always seen in PE class.
They both blame it on adrenaline as they slip away to the deserted gym locker rooms, panting on each+
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other’s lips, soiled red & white shirts discarded on the floor.
“You call that a /little game/, Miya?” Sakusa whispers as Atsumu pins him against a locker, fingers working on the zipper.
“What? Ya won, didn’t ya?” Atsumu grins as he falls to his knees.
Sakusa won, indeed.
other’s lips, soiled red & white shirts discarded on the floor.
“You call that a /little game/, Miya?” Sakusa whispers as Atsumu pins him against a locker, fingers working on the zipper.
“What? Ya won, didn’t ya?” Atsumu grins as he falls to his knees.
Sakusa won, indeed.
The two reconvene w/ their teams at a nearby restaurant a few minutes apart. The tactic wouldn’t have mattered, though, now that Atsumu’s clad in red and Sakusa in white. Komori and Osamu share a knowing grin. Even w/o the shirts, the matching hickeys already tell them everything
