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“... And that’s why I use Revlon Colourstay! It keeps my hair golden, so I can keep winnin’ those gold medals. Revlon Colourstay. Get it at yer nearest drugstore today.”
MSBY bursts into laughter as onscreen, Atsumu finishes his dramatic monologue with an exaggerated wink. +
MSBY bursts into laughter as onscreen, Atsumu finishes his dramatic monologue with an exaggerated wink. +
“Oh my god,” Inunaki wipes at a corner of his eye. “And they paid you how much for this?”
Real life Atsumu scowls furiously at the room at large, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. “Enough,” he huffs. “And this is real rich comin’ from someone with zero ads.” +
Real life Atsumu scowls furiously at the room at large, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. “Enough,” he huffs. “And this is real rich comin’ from someone with zero ads.” +
In the spirit of team bonding, Meian had invited the team over for what was supposed to be a movie night at his house. Kiyoomi had done his level best to evade it altogether. After all, their teamwork on court was perfect, so who cares if he doesn’t know Hinata’s shoe size or +
Barnes’ middle name?
Apparently Meian did. So Kiyoomi found himself sandwiched between Atsumu and the wall (wait, that came out wrong) on a lovely Saturday night, spending time with the team when he wasn’t being paid to do so. +
Apparently Meian did. So Kiyoomi found himself sandwiched between Atsumu and the wall (wait, that came out wrong) on a lovely Saturday night, spending time with the team when he wasn’t being paid to do so. +
Did he mention that it was Shark Week on Animal Planet? Meian couldn’t have picked a worse day. Still, he showed up promptly at the agreed time with a couple of choice documentaries, so that at least, the movie would be good. +
Alas, sometime during the course of the evening, the conversation topic had turned to advertisements they had done, and before Kiyoomi knew it, Bokuto had violently deprived him of possession of the remote and was pulling up Atsumu’s ad on TV. +
“Oh, that was good,” Hinata wheezes. “Wait, didn’t Atsumu-san model for a moisturiser ad once?”
Atsumu turns on Hinata with an aghast expression. “How could ya betray me like that?” he exclaims in anguish. “After everythin’ I’ve taught ya-“ +
Atsumu turns on Hinata with an aghast expression. “How could ya betray me like that?” he exclaims in anguish. “After everythin’ I’ve taught ya-“ +
“You didn’t teach him shit.” Kiyoomi feels compelled to point this out. “He’s a hitter, not a setter.”
Atsumu turns his accusing glare onto Kiyoomi, who is suddenly very aware that because of the lack of space on Meian’s couch, there is also a lack of distance between his nose +
Atsumu turns his accusing glare onto Kiyoomi, who is suddenly very aware that because of the lack of space on Meian’s couch, there is also a lack of distance between his nose +
and Atsumu’s lips. And because his nose is directly in front Atsumu’s mouth, he braces himself for the inevitable smell of garlic or cologne or whatever it is the man must inhale on a daily basis. Instead, when Atsumu opens his mouth to say, “Mean, Omi-kun!” +
what greets him is the fresh scent of mint toothpaste.
Oh god, he thinks. Atsumu must have brushed his teeth after dinner, which means he, like Kiyoomi, is the type to bring a travel sized toothbrush and toothpaste wherever he goes. +
Oh god, he thinks. Atsumu must have brushed his teeth after dinner, which means he, like Kiyoomi, is the type to bring a travel sized toothbrush and toothpaste wherever he goes. +
And if Kiyoomi has one weakness, it’s a man with good hygiene.
/It’s Miya/, the left side of his brain rationalises desperately.
/Yeah, but toothpaste, man/, the right side of his brain warbles giddily. +
/It’s Miya/, the left side of his brain rationalises desperately.
/Yeah, but toothpaste, man/, the right side of his brain warbles giddily. +
Before either side of his primate brain wins out over the other, Bokuto has pulled up said moisturiser ad on the TV. Kiyoomi turns away from Atsumu’s gaze, grateful for a distraction.
/Wait, not like that/, he thinks, faintly, as the ad comes on. +
/Wait, not like that/, he thinks, faintly, as the ad comes on. +
It starts off with Atsumu in a completely sterile room, on a dentist-like reclining chair. Oh god, Kiyoomi loves the dentist. And then some soothing classical music is playing, and Atsumu is very sensually rubbing the moisturiser up and down his thighs. +
Kiyoomi can picture his gravestone. Here lies Sakusa Kiyoomi, defeated by none on the court, but bested by Miya Atsumu’s thighs off court.
Miya Atsumu’s thighs, which are covered in Kiyoomi’s favourite brand of moisturiser onscreen, in Kiyoomi’s happy place, the dentist. +
Miya Atsumu’s thighs, which are covered in Kiyoomi’s favourite brand of moisturiser onscreen, in Kiyoomi’s happy place, the dentist. +
Miya Atsumu’s thighs, which are currently very much pressed up against Kiyoomi’s own. He shifts a little, and immediately realises that his skin is baby soft, which can only mean that-
“I,” Kiyoomi announces, shooting up. “I have to go.” +
“I,” Kiyoomi announces, shooting up. “I have to go.” +
The entire team stares at him as Atsumu’s ad plays on.
“Wait-“ Meian begins, frowning.
“No,” Kiyoomi practically begs, backing out of the living room. “I really. Do need to go. I forgot that my, uh, milk? Expires today. Yeah. So I need to go home and drink all of it.” +
“Wait-“ Meian begins, frowning.
“No,” Kiyoomi practically begs, backing out of the living room. “I really. Do need to go. I forgot that my, uh, milk? Expires today. Yeah. So I need to go home and drink all of it.” +
As Kiyoomi legs it out of the apartment, little does he know that the rest of the team are giving each other satisfied smiles.
“Ya sure this will work?” Atsumu frowns, scratching his head. “I felt a little, I dunno- dirty, or somethin’.” +
“Ya sure this will work?” Atsumu frowns, scratching his head. “I felt a little, I dunno- dirty, or somethin’.” +
“Trust me,” Bokuto says earnestly. “Anyone with eyes would fall for ya watchin’ yer ads! And Omi-omi likes you in the first place, so this would definitely make him realise that!”
Over by the window, Tomas suddenly calls. “Hey, isn’t that Sakusa across the road?” +
Over by the window, Tomas suddenly calls. “Hey, isn’t that Sakusa across the road?” +
The entire team crowds to the window. It is, indeed, Sakusa hurrying down the street ten floors down. He looks furtively from left to right, before hastily entering the drugstore across the road from Meian’s apartment building. +
What follows is the most silent five minutes in MSBY history as the team waits, with bated breath, for Sakusa to exit the store. When he finally does, he’s carrying two bulging bags on each arm.
Even as the team watches, one of the flimsy plastic bags splits open, and +
Even as the team watches, one of the flimsy plastic bags splits open, and +
out tumbles roughly twenty jars of a very familiar brand of moisturiser. Sakusa immediately scrambles to pick them up, shoving them all into his backpack, before taking off in a sprint down the street. +
The team is very, very silent for the next half a second, and Hinata doubles over, gasping with laughter as he bangs his fists against the window. Everyone follows suit, and soon the whole team is in disarray across the floor, wheezing their lungs out. +
Well, all except Atsumu. He remains staring at the spot Sakusa had dropped his bag, unmoving.
“What the hell did I just see?” He asks, finally. +
“What the hell did I just see?” He asks, finally. +
Bokuto recovers for long enough to pound a hand on his back. “That, right there, is proof that your little crush isn’t one sided, dude. Go get him!”
“Not if Sakusa doesn’t get him first,” Inunaki cackles. +
“Not if Sakusa doesn’t get him first,” Inunaki cackles. +
(He is right. Sakusa does get him first.)
- end -
Yeah this is probably going to be riddled with errors and whatever but as I’m currently 80% soju 20% brain so like, toodles!
Yeah this is probably going to be riddled with errors and whatever but as I’m currently 80% soju 20% brain so like, toodles!
