miya atsumu/sakusa kiyoomi

After his shower, Atsumu walks into the bedroom to find Sakusa laying a drop cloth over what looks like some kind of plastic sheet. The faint crinkle of plastic reminds Atsumu of the way Sakusa set things up the time they played with temperature; it made sense then, because between all the water, ice, and the hot wax, things got really messy. Exactly how messy are things going to get today?

there are a dozen different ways, kiyoomi reckons, one can react to your pathetically hot friend slash roommate slash teammate letting slip that he finds all of your defining physical traits to be “just his type”. or, kiyoomi and atsumu fuck around and find out.