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Atsumu is bouncing on his toes as he excitedly waits backstage, this press interview being one of the biggest of his professional career. The MSBY Black Jackals have once again made it into the final championship in the v-league. After a grueling battle against their rivals the Schweiden Adlers, the Jackals had swept up the last remaining set to win. It was not easy considering the Adlers were their natural born rivals. Yet, this year another team had risen up the ranks making themselves an even bigger threat.
The Tachibana Red Falcons.
Not only have they been a tough contender the past few years but with some new recruits joining this season they have flew through the ranks, landing themselves above the Adlers. Which is a very big deal considering the Jackals and the Adlers are the biggest rivals for any team let alone the Red Falcons.
But that doesnt stop the excitement and jitters the team feels as they make their way onto their seats, dressed in PR appropriate clothes for the pregame interview. The Red Falcons are also present in the room, seated onto the left side of the podium while the Jackals are on the right.
The blonde haired setter leaned forward, his eyes searching for his old senpai Aran, grinning widely as their eyes locked and shared matching waves. Seated next to him is the newest rookie, Ito Kenji. The alpha is intimidating to say the least, being the largest height of 6’8 and only being 20 years old. Atsumu has done his research on him, as any setter should. The Opposite Hitter is infamous for his powerful spikes and mostly known for his sharp eye.
Being warned by PR to not start anything. Atsumu smiles at the guy and in return gets the meanest demeaning glare. The omega deflates a bit as he frowns at the reaction he just received. Shoyo, his fellow omega, nudges his shoulder to get his attention.
“Are you excited Atsumu-san?!” The ginger bounces excitedly in his chair positioned right next to Atsumu.
“‘Course I am Shoyo! We are going to take this win and be champions again for the third time in a row.” Atsumu brightens up, unable to think of the previous interaction he had.
“Boys, the interviews are beginning please behave. That includes you, Bokuto.” Meian speaks up, the alphas tone allowing the packmates to realize just how serious he is.
“I’ll behave, Captain dont worry about me!!.” Bokuto exclaims gleefully, his attention turning to the large crowd before waving enthusiastically
Eventually the interviewer enters the room, silencing it as the crowd listens to all the introductions. The room is bustling in excitement, some scents floating around while more are contained in the mandatory scent blockers needed. The interview goes by as quickly as it started, the debriefs were as they always were, easy and quick. The two teams wait patiently during the Q&A portion of the meeting.
“Hi! I’m Yumi and I'm a really big fan of you guys!!” A fan exclaims as the teams wave at her, “ So my question is for Kenji-san, how does it feel to be competing in the championship during your first year in the V-league? Is it nerve-wracking being surrounded by professionals?”
Kenji leans forward towards his mic as he answers, “It feels incredible knowing I will defeat my opponents and become MVP of the match. And it's not scary at all, if anything they should be afraid of me.”
Atsumu laughs at the answer and leans into his mic responding, “Someones a bit too confident, now arent ya? I like that.”
Laughs and chuckles erupt in the room, Kiyoomi nudges Atsumu as he shakes his head and chuckles to himself.
“I believe you weren’t spoken to.” A cold voice freezes over the lightened mood.
A shiver runs down Atsumus spine as he makes eye contact with Kenji. “ I’m sorry, what was that?”
“You speak when you are spoken to.” He asserts , his stare becoming lethal as he continues. “Haven’t you ever learned to be obedient?”
An awkward silence fills the room as the interviewer laughs nervously, “Alright, thank you yumi-san for your questions! This concludes the pregame interviews, we will see you all tomorrow for the big showdown!”
Kiyoomi shifts in his seat as he sits up right and glares at the rookie. The rest of the alphas on the Jackals watch over Kenji and Atsumu as they wave and disband from the room. Kiyoomi keeps close to Atsumu, a large hand placed on his lower back before guiding him away.
“That fucker is too cocky for my liking.” He grunts out, shifting his mask downwards so his words can be spoken properly.
“Ya, I don’t like the way he addressed ya Atsumu. That kid rubs me the wrong way.” Meian joins in, looking over his shoulder as he hovers behind them.
“I’m sure it's nothin’ guys. I was a jerk too my first season, maybe its jus’ jitters.” Atsumu shrugs off the tension.
“Hm yea maybe it's that. I don't like him though.” The beta of the team joins in.
“You dont like most people Inunaki-san.” the ginger haired omega joins, his shoulders hunched as Bokuto walks alongside him.
“Its fine guys, we just gotta make him eat his words on tha court.” Atsumu smirks, earning some whoops in return to his statement.
“Yeah!! We are so going to win tomorrow just because of him! Lets go get some food, i'm hungry!”
Bokuto exclaims, the rest of the team agreeing to meet at a nearby restaurant with some other teams to celebrate.
—
Kiyoomi guides the blonde towards his car, stopping along the way to sign a few volleyballs and to take a picture. The omega watches as the alpha smiles awkwardly in the photos and laughs as they say goodbye. Once in the car, Kiyoomi shifts towards Atsumu.
“Are you okay?”
“Ya, why wouldn’ I be Omi?”
“That rookie.” The alpha responds, shaking his head. “I don't like him.”
“Well ya don’ like anyone Omi.”
“No, I meant that he just,” he pauses, “There's something he's hiding.”
“Whaddaya mean?” Atsumu furrows his eyebrows, watching as Kiyoomi starts the car and drives off.
“Call it alphas intuition.” Kiyoomi shrugs, his gaze never leaving the road.
Atsumu continues to watch as the alpha grips the steering wheel, his knuckles slowly turning the shade of white. Humming to himself the omega tugs out his cellphone, noticing the missed call notification with his brother's contact beside it. Clicking onto the notification, Atsumu calls back his twin. The phone connects on the very first ring.
“I saw the interview, what the fuck is that scrubs problem.” Osamu rushes out, his tone low and quiet.
Groaning Atsumu leans his head against the window as he answers, “It was nothin’ Samu. The scrub is jus’ a bit cocky. I was worse remember?”
“No ya weren’ worse, he got no right talkin’ to ya like that.”
“I really don’ wanna talk about this, are ya coming ta dinner tonight?” Atsumu asks, needing to steer the conversation away from the incident. It really wasn't that big of a deal anyways.
“Send me tha address. Rin Toya n’ I are about ta arrive to tha hotel right now, so it’ll be a bit til we go.”
“‘Kay, I’ll see ya there.” Atsumu flicks his eyes over to Kiyoomi who is parking. “Love ya scrub.”
Osamu repeats after his twin as they hang up. Unbuckling his seatbelt and exiting the car, the setter adjusts his long sleeved dress shirt before turning to the taller alpha. Kiyoomi’s expressionless eyes rake down Atsumus body, stopping at the small sliver of skin being exposed due to the two unfastened buttons. Snapping his eyes back up to meet the omegas, he turns to enter the restaurant leaving Atsumu behind.
“Omi-Omi!! Don't leave me out here alone. Ya know how dangerous it is for a handsome unmated omega like moi to me all alone nd’ vulnerable.” Atsumu bats his eyes dramatically as he clings onto Kiyoomi’s arm.
Tugging his arm away in a very poor effort to not be touched, the curly haired alpha rolls his eyes before retorting, “Nothing is going to happen to you if I turn my back for one second, stop being dramatic.”
Giggling to himself, the blonde unlatches himself from the alpha, opting to only lay his hand in the crook of his elbow. It was no secret that the two were dancing around each other, both having some sort of claim on the other that isn't actually claiming. Lets just say they both have feelings for the other but refuse to confess, at least that's what MSBY thinks.
Entering the restaurant, Atsumu immediately spots his team in the adjacent room only held for large parties, judging by the scent of his team leading in that direction. Wrapping his hand around Kiyoomi’s arm, Atsumu leads the two of them towards the back, smiling at the workers as they smile and nod at him in return.
The sight of his pack greets him, all the alphas are flitting around the room, choosing to stand by the mini bar while the only other omega seems to be talking off Tobios ear. In addition to the Jackals, the Adlers, EJP Raijins, and their competitors in tomorrow's match: The Red Falcons.
Atsumu pauses in his steps as his eyes immediately latch onto Kenji, the rookie sitting down at one of the booths nursing what seems to be a glass of water. Aran sits beside him, the alpha laughing at whatever his other teammates have said, his arm laid across the back of Shinsuke’s seat.
“Kita-san!!?” Atsumu yells out before he can stop himself, his feet moving on its own.
Shinsuke turns his head and smiles softly as the omega approaches, he shuffles out of the booth and stands with his arms open just as Atsumu falls into them. Shinsuke laughs softly as he holds onto his former teammate before patting his back and releasing, “Ya ‘re still as loud as ever, Atsumu.”
Kiyoomi smirks at the response as he watches Atsumu scramble and begin a full conversation with his former captain. Choosing the opportunity to look around and take in the exits and bathrooms, the black haired alpha averts his gaze, turning to watch as the rookie alpha’s rake down Atsumus body head tilting in a predatory way.
The rookie takes in every move Atsumu makes, every breath he releases, every word he lets out. He grumbles under his breath and rolls his eyes, a very low snarl escaping which would have been undetected if Kiyoomi didn't have such good hearing.
“Watch it.” Kiyoomi glares at the rookie alpha.
Earning another eye roll, Kiyoomi clenches his jaw as he switches his gaze back to Atsumu and his old teammates who happen to be moving to the mini bar. Following dutifully, the alpha grumbles under his breath. Once at the bar, they each take one shot, knowing that tomorrow is a big match but needing some liquid encouragement to help ease their jitters.
The door slides open catching his attention as Kiyoomi, Atsumu, Aran, and Shinsuke watch as Osamu, Rin, and Motoya enter the room. The twins join each other in a big embrace while Motoya drifts over to his cousin, turning him the opposite direction.
“Samu needs to talk to ‘Tsumu so lets give them some space.” Toya replies to the alphas' raised an eyebrow.
Nodding in response, the two cousins move over to join Ushijima, Tobio, and Shoyo. Greeting the three athletes Kiyoomi keeps a watchful eye on Atsumu while flicking his gaze back to Kenji who is glaring at Atsumu.
“That new rookie on the Red Falcons has no sense of professionalism.” Ushijima speaks out, snatching the alphas attention.
“I agree, there was no reason for him to talk to Atsumu like that. As a fellow setter, I am mad on his behalf.” Tobio responds, nodding in agreement.
“It was a bit belittling, in my opinion.” Shoyo speaks up, frowning and pouting down at the ground. “Us omegas already get so much trouble from mean online comments but having to hear it from a fellow athlete is different.”
“He will get what he deserves tomorrow, don't worry.” Kiyoomi responds, his gaze hardening once he sees the rookie alpha get up and head towards the bathroom. Looking around the room, the alpha realizes Atsumu is nowhere to be seen. “Where’s Atsumu?”
“Oh, I believe he was heading towards the bathroom last I saw.” Ushijima responds, turning his attention to Barnes before sparking up a conversation.
—
Atsumu hums to himself as he lathers his hands in soap and water. Making sure his fingers are properly cared for and properly washed, if not Kiyoomi would immediately notice and not allow Atsumu to hang off his shoulder.
The door to the bathroom creaks open as an unfamiliar scent of burnt pine trees fills the room. The omega recoils in the dominating scent wrapping around him before glaring over at the suspect. “Ay! Mind ya self. Yer in public, ain’t appropriate fer this.”
“So you really are a menace.” Kenji responds. “Someone needs to put you in a muzzle with how you talk.”
Atsumu rolls his eyes before turning to the alpha, drying his hands with the towels on the side. “Ya really suck at trash talk ya know.”
“What did you just say?” He approaches slowly, pushing Atsumu into the wall with his putrid stench. Atsumus inner omega shudders as the unfamiliar alpha approaches him.
The omega struggles to reply back as the alpha chuckles darkly, his hand reaching up to cup his jaw. Atsumu stands frozen as the alpha watches his every move, “If you weren't so disobedient you would be so pretty. If only there was some way to teach you manners, then you’d be such a good omega.”
Atsumu seems to find his words as he shows his tiny canines, “Yer disgusting, a poor excuse of an alpha.”
“You need to fucking watch your mouth before I-”
“Before you what?” A new but familiar voice interrupts. Meian entered the bathroom with Kiyoomi by his side. Kiyoomi is seething, glaring at the rookie.
Kenji laughs mockingly, his eyes narrowed down at Atsumu. “You're lucky your oh so strong and protective alphas are here.” he leans in and whispers in the omegas ear. “Next time you aren't so lucky.” Pulling back he smirks before making his way past the two large alphas. “Oh and if i were you guys i’d keep this one locked up. Can't have omegas thinking they can be as tough as us.” With that he leaves the bathroom, allowing the three men to watch his departure.
Atsumu cowers over, his inner omega frantic at the sudden closeness of a demeaning and larger alpha. Rushing towards him Meian and Kiyoomi try their best to soothe the omega, their pheromones enveloping over him. Tears begin to stream down his face as he breathes in the comforting scents of his packmates.
“Oh hes fucking dead.” Kiyoomi growls out, his hand softly running through the omegas' soft blonde hair.
“I’ll have a word with Coach about this behavior. That was extremely unnecessary and disgusting.” Meian responds, turning to check on Atsumu who is silently shaking, refusing to speak. “Go back to the hotel you two, I’ll let the team know you are resting early and about what happen-”
“No.” Atsumu shudders out.
“Okay I won't tell them, want me to call over Osamu and Suna?” Meian asks quietly
Nodding in response to the question, Meian looks to Kiyoomi before leaving himself and bringing in his twin and friends. Two short minutes pass of the alpha possessively holding onto the omega before his eyes snap up at the sound of the door opening.
Osamu runs in, falling to his knees as he pulls his twin out of Kiyoomis grasp. Kiyoomi leans back allowing the two to hold onto one another before turning to Motoya who clenches his jaw. Gesturing his cousin to give them space, Motoya leads Kiyoomi out of the bathroom and towards their table.
“What the fuck happened whys Atsumu crying?”
“That fucking disrespectful piece of shit cornered Atsumu in the bathroom. I don't know exactly what happened but Atsu looked terrified when me and Meian entered.” Kiyoomi explains, running a hand down his face.
“What?’ The libero frowns, “That’s such bullshit. I hope they ban him from the V-league.”
“He fucking better. His scent is absolutely putrid.”
Motoya laughs as the response, clasping his hands over his mouth before letting out a giggle. Eventually everyone disbands and each reach their own hotels to prepare for the upcoming big game. Kiyoomi visits Atsumu’s room that he's sharing with his twin, wanting to make sure the omega is okay.
“Ya dont gotta worry bout me Omi! He's just a dumb shitty alpha anyways.” Atsumu reassures him. A small teasing smirk makes its way onto his lips, “ Were ya worried ‘bout me?”
“Yes.” The alpha answers truthfully. “You seemed… unlike you. It made me feel on edge.”
“Oh..” The blonde flushes a sweet shade of pink. “M’ okay Omi. Promise.” He holds his pinky out.
“As long as your sure.” Kiyoomi responds, linking his pinky with Atsumu’s. “Here, I brought you this.”
Atsumu watches curiously as Kiyoomi produces a small handkerchief and hands it over to him. Furrowing his eyebrows the omega watches the alphas expression carefully before grabbing onto the piece of clothing. Studying it in his hands, Atsumu brings the handkerchief to his nose and inhales slowly, the pleasant scent of the alpha filling his nostrils, dilating his eyes.
“Thank ya Omi.'' The omega smiles softly, rubbing his cheek against the fabric before wishing him a goodnight. Kiyoomi stands there with his heart pounding realizing that he had just given Atsumu a courting gift without really knowing what he's doing.
He will figure it out later, he needs to rest so he can spike the ball into the scumbags face for hurting his Atsumu.
—
The stadium is bursting with excitement and anticipation. The MSBY Jacklas have all geared up and are all impatiently waiting to join everyone on the court. Bokuto is bouncing excitedly with Shoyo as they practice how high they each can jump.
Atsumu grins widely at the sight, his gaze catching onto Kiyoomi who is adjusting his compression sleeves. Turning his gaze away before Atsumu’s mouth starts watering, the omega catches sight of his Coach and Captain waving him over. Slipping through the alphas and earning pats of encouragement onto his back, the setter joins the two alphas in the office attached to the locker room.
“So, I’ve spoken to the game officials about the rookies behavior last night.” Coach Foster explains bracing himself onto the desk before him.
“And?” Atsumu questions, eager to know what had happened.
“He had only received a warning for his behavior. Since he is new they figured that he doesn't know any better and has one more chance until suspension.” Foster answers.
Atsumu’s heart drops as his ears begin to ring. His head swivels to look at his captain for confirmation. “After what happened in tha bathroom he’s ain't in trouble?”
“I’m so sorry ‘Tsumu. We just gotta defeat him and rub it in his face when you become MVP, whatcha say kid?” Meian responds.
Sighing to himself, Atsumu takes a deep breath before cracking his neck. “Ya know what? Imma show that knothead who's the actual MVP. Mark my words.”
Earning a proud grin from his coach and a strong smack against his back from both the alphas, the setter leaves the office with new confidence. Getting the go ahead from the staff of the game, the Jackals all line up in order to make their grand entrance. The team is bursting with confidence and last minute jitters.
“Next up, is the brains and operator of the team, SETTER MIYA ATSUMU #13!!!”
The crowd erupts in cheers as Atsumu runs out and waves happily at the audience. The stadium is filled, no empty seats in sight meaning over 18,000 people are here to witness the championship game. Atsumus heart begins racing as he does his signature pose, by sticking out his tongue and posing with his hand up in a fist.
The omega looks around and immediately spots his friends and family in the first few rows of the stadium closest to their side of the court. Osamu is grinning widely holding up a styrofoam finger with Atsumu’s number on it and the signature Jackals slash marks. Rin is matching foam fingers with Osamu, a sly smile placed on his lips. Shinsuke is wearing a foam finger of the number 13 and one of Arans number, Aran’s jersey draped over his body.
Waving happily at them the omega moves over to his teammates, high fiving and chest bumping some of them (Bokuto) before getting in line. Once all the team members are lined up the captains move towards the net giving one another a handshake before talking to the officials.
“What did Foster say?”
Turning his head, Atsumu looks over at Kiyoomi who is standing beside him, eyes pinned on the captains having the meeting. “ Bastard only got off ona warning.”
“Are you serious?” The raven haired alpha asked, his body going rigged.
“Yup. Said he's new so didn't know betta.” Atsumu shrugs. “Seems shit to me but it's okay cause we gotta win today, right Omi?”
“Oh absolutely.”
Meian returns back to the group saying how they won the coin toss, meaning they get to serve first. Disbanding into their positions, Atsumu gets ready to serve. He takes his necessary steps back before silencing the crowd with his signature move. The room is dead silent as he runs and throws up the ball in the air to use his new hybrid serve.
The ball barely misses the libero's arms, smacking into the ground. The crowd erupts into cheers as the announcer yells over the intercom. “AND THERE YOU HAVE IT FOLKS!! THE INFAMOUS MIYA SERVICE ACE IN THE FLESH!!”
Bokuto runs over and smacks Atsumu’s back in congratulations, knocking the wind out of the omega who grins wildly. Kiyoomi grins at the serve and nods at Atsumu to go again. Going up to serve once again, the omega receives 2 more service aces before one of the balls gets picked up and starts a rally.
The set ultimately goes to the Jackals after a mess up on the Falcons side, the game now in the second set. Aran goes to serve as Inunaki receives the ball. Atsumu gets into position as he sets the ball up and calls out a loud “SHOYO-KUN”. Shoyo runs up in a blur as he flies up and smacks the ball down earning them a point.
Cheering amongst themselves, the two omegas double high five just as Kenji runs up to the net.
“What the fuck was that.” He glares down at the two, who frown at the interruption.
“Whaddaya mean, thas just a taste of how great we ‘re and how we’re gonna beat ya today.”
Atsumu smirks, getting back into position.
“Oh shut the fuck up you ignorant insufferable omega. You don't even belong here, the V-league would do wonders without omega bringing them down.”
“Woah!” Shoyo interrupts. “There's no need to talk to Atsumu-san like that.”
Snapping his gaze back to the smaller omega, Kenji’s glare hardens, “You need to mind your own damn business, before I make you. Both of you.”
Atsumu glares at the alpha getting back into position to continue the game. Both the omegas can't help but think back to the words the alpha has said to them, in the demeaning belittling way he spoke them. The Jackals lose the next two sets to the Falcons, Atsumu noticing the rookie smirking in a dark way anytime he scores a point against them.
Calling for a timeout, Coach Foster gathers the team together. “Okay what the hell is going on. I know you guys are better than this.”
The jackals all share a look before turning to the two omegas. Atsumu huffs out a breath as he wipes his forehead opening his mouth to respond, only for his fellow omega to cut him off.
“The new rookie on the Falcons keeps saying belittling things to Atsumu-san and I. It's hard to focus when you’re getting told you belong at home and not on the court.”
Coach frowns deeply as turns to Atsumu, the tension in the circle rising. “This true?”
“Yes Coach.”
“You two are way more than your secondary gender. You are professional athletes and I wouldn't have recruited you if you weren't so damn talented. That fucking idiot doesnt know shit about you. But I do. Now go out there and win us this game because you are the two strongest and bravest omegas I've had the pleasure of working with.” Foster looks between them, “We clear? If we win I’ll let you guys break our strict diet for a week.”
Inunaki snorts at the response before he bursts out laughing, soon the rest of the team joining in.
Bokuto brightens up exceptionally, looking at his coach in wonder. “ Really coach?”
“Yes but that's only if we win. Now go win me another championship.”
The team erupts into cheers as the join their hands together and run back onto the court. A large hand tugs onto Atsumu’s elbow holding him back. Kiyoomi stands behind him, concern swirling in his jet black eyes. Atsumu eases up and turns to face him fully, smiling softly to show him he’s okay.
“Say the word and I’ll kill him.”
The setter laughs as he shakes his head, “There ain't gonna be no murderin’ tonight Omi! We gotta defeat them, cmon!”
The alpha nods as he reluctantly lets go of the omega getting back into his spot. The rest of the game goes by painfully slow. Every serve turns into a rally, causing the players to scatter around the court not wanting the ball to drop. The Jackals take the fourth set, tying up the score. The final set is as grueling as the first one. Sweat drips down the noses of the players, their sweat causing their jerseys to stick to their skin. Another timeout was called just for the players to whip themselves down and get new non-sweaty balls.
Once the court is cleaned from all the sweat on the ground, the Jackals and Falcons join back onto the court to finish the battle. The score is down to 29-30. The MSBY Jackals only needed one last point before winning the championship.
Its Atsumu’s turn to serve as he takes a deep breath. Familiar voices from his old teammates to new opponents in the stands cheer him on. Shutting his eyes, the omega slowly lifts his hand and brings it down silencing everyone. Chills run down his spine as the blonde opens his eyes and locks eyes with the rookie across the net before running up to start his serve.
The ball gets picked up by the libero before it gets sent back to the Jackals. The rally goes on until the ball flies back, Kiyoomi receiving it with a loud grunt. Atsumu runs over and carefully places himself into position, crouching low.
“SHOYO-KUN!!” Atsumu calls out, sending the ball to his spiker.
Shoyo grins as the whole team runs up in an attack, leaping up into the air. Winding his arm back, the omega brings his hand down and smacks the ball with all his might. The ball zooms past all the players, finding a home in the corner of the court. Everyone freezes as the ref stares down at the spot it landed on, trying to determine if it was in or out. A second later the ref blows the whistle, signaling it was in.
Cheers explode throughout the stadium, the Jackals all crowding around the two omegas. They all fall onto the floor in exhaustion, grinning widely and laughing in disbelief.
They really won. They won the championship.
Pushing themselves off the floor, Atsumu turns to Kiyoomi and jumps into his arms, laughing happily as he steadies his breath. The omega clings to his alphas body, his body beginning to sag into the warmth when Kiyoomi leans back.
“Come on, we have to go shake hands.” He says gently, guiding Atsumu back into line.
The exchange of handshakes begin, the setter grinning and sticking his tongue out at his former teammate Aran who just shakes his head with a smile. “Congrats Tsumu, was one hell of a game.”
“Only tha best fer my spikers.”
Moving along the line, Kenji grips Atsumu’s hand harshly. His eyes begin to glow red as he glares down at him. “You will get what you deserve. Better not stay unattended today.”
Atsumu freezes at the low alpha voice being pushed on him. His inner omega whimpering at the belittling glare directed at them.
“If i were ya i’d keep my mouth shut.” Meian butts in, his chest puffing out in dominance. “Dont ya ever threaten my teammates again.”
With that he pushes the omega away from the net, guiding him towards the locker room to change out. The fans all scream and cheer as they pass by, the setter stops to sign a few posters and shirts and takes some pictures. Osamu screams after him, moving past the crowd as he reaches his twin embracing him tightly.
“Yer fuckin incredible ‘Tsumu.” Osamu praises, holding onto his brother before releasing him, “Yer filthy too, and ya smell”
“I just won a game ‘Samu fuck off.” Atsumu scoffs before grinning and embracing Rin as well. They each take a photo with the winning setter, deciding to ruffle up his sweaty hair. The blonde twin rolls his eyes before removing himself and going into the locker room after promising to have dinner with them.
Upon entering the locker room, the alphas, beta, and omega all begin whooping, each praising and cheering amongst themselves. Atsumu gathers his necessities for the shower before going and scrubbing off all the sweat and stink off of himself. Once finished he dries himself off and joins the rest of the team who are now leaving the locker room with their large bags.
Atsumu walks alongside Kiyoomi, talking animatedly of the intense game they had just played when a loud snarl echoes through the private hallway. Atsumu and Shoyo both freeze, causing the alphas of the team to frown and turn towards the source of the sound. Kenji is seen across the hallway, growling lowly as he stalks closer to the omegas, his growl somehow making the omegas unable to move.
“Who the fuck do you think you are humiliating me like that?” Kenji grunts out as he stops just a hair away from the omegas, his hands coming up to push at both the omegas his hand connecting with their shoulders before a rough hand joins in.
“You better keep your fucking hands to themselves if you want to keep them.” Kiyoomi runs up pushing back Kenji who laughs darkly.
“Don’t tell me this annoying troublesome omega wooed you. Was it his looks? Yeah he sure is pretty huh? Bet he looks much better pupped up and mothering a litter like he was born to do-”
A fist collides with his face as Kiyoomi growls in retaliation. Kenji falls to the ground as he cradles his jaw, blood now dripping down his face. The rest of the alphas come up to grab at the two stunned omegas, soothing them with softening their scents.
Meian prowls over, crouching down onto the floor looking down at the bleeding alpha. “If ya ever, and I mean EVER talk to my omegas like that you will not live to see another day. Ya hear me?”
“Speak to my omega one more time and I swear on everything you will no longer have a job here in the V-League, let alone anywhere else in Japan. In case you don't know, my family is one of the most wealthy and powerful families to exist. Dont fuck with whats mine.” Kiyoomi growls lowly, his scent spiking in irritation as he grunts in disgust.
Security turns the corner, the scents of angry alphas and upset omegas leading them towards the players. Meian stands up fully facing security head on before announcing what had just happened. Contacting the Head Coach of the Red Falcons, security takes control of the situation, biding the Jackals a good game before taking away a shouting Kenji.
Barnes and Meian clench their jaws as they guard the pack, ensuring their omegas are safely transported back to their hotel. Bokuto holds onto Shoyo who is slowly starting to warm up, while Kiyoomi takes over for Atsumu, his arms protectively around the omega. Reaching the rented car, Kiyoomi carefully places the omega inside before moving to the driver's seat.
“Atsu? Are you still okay to head to dinner?” the alpha asks cautiously, his hand engulfing the blonde omega.
“M yer omega?” Atsumu asks quietly, too scared to voice anything else.
“Oh fuck, you heard that didn’t you.” Kiyoomi sighs before nodding and smiling softly at the omega. “Well I was hoping you would be once I finally got the balls to properly ask to court you. I suppose I was just afraid of your answer..”
“Ya should already know my answer Omi.” Atsumu gives him a dumb look, before biting his lip. “Are ya sure ya want me Omi? Maybe Kenji was rig-”
“Don't speak of that sorry excuse of an alpha. And of course I'm sure Atsumu. I care for you very deeply. It sometimes feels unreal.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Lets court Omi.”
Smiling widely, Kiyoomi nods before linking their hands correctly. He begins the drive over to the new restaurant ready to celebrate their big accomplishment. Once at the establishment, Kiyoomi runs out to open Atsumus door, resulting in a cute giggle that escapes his lips. The two walk hand in hand to the restaurant they had rented out entirely.
The rest of the night results in shots being thrown back, the players making room for a makeshift dance floor and some delicious food. Aran eventually approaches the Jackals along with some of his teammates who have a worried expression on their faces, Atsumu watching them as Kiyoomi stands behind him with crossed arms and a heavy gaze..
“We heard bout what happened with Kenji.” Aran begins. “I’m sorry Tsumu. He told us that ya were his biggest crush so hearin’ what he did and said ta ya and Shoyo-kun is very unsettlin’.”
“Yeah we really didn't see his ultimatum behind his so-called crush. Our coach and the officials have been told of his behavior and he is now on suspension.” the libero adds on.
“He should be fired in my opinion, i fucking hated him.” Another player adds on, causing laughter to join their conversation.
Atsumu smiles as he huffs, “He’s an asshole. Been pickin’ on me since tha interviews.”
“Well hes gone now.” Aran responds. “Congratulations on tha win ‘Tsumu, ya deserved it champion.”
“Whas this I hear bout a rude alpha?” Osamu butts in.
“Samu shut up, it's over now.”
“Dontcha tell me ta shut up ‘Tsumu! I’ll kick his ass fer ya since i don't want cha fired ya know. Ya gotta tell me what he said.”
“Maybe next time scrub.”Atsumu rolls his eyes before turning into Kiyoomi’s arms. “Tonight's fer celebration.”