“You’re joking,” Hoshiumi zooms into the low quality photo taken by a fan that ends up blowing up on social media. “Captain, please tell me you’re joking. Miya fucking Atsumu?”
“Atsumu-san is hot,” Kageyama remarks.
Ushijima nods, agreeing.
Hoshiumi scoffs. “He also happens to be a brat.”
“I heard a similar comment from Kiyoomi-kun,” Ushijima unhelpfully supplies.
Hoshiumi berates himself for reading between the lines.
“Well, I happen to like brats,” the older Hirugami chuckles, crow’s feet crinkling on the corner of his eyes. He looks disgustingly endeared.
Hoshiumi decides he’ll ring Sachirou to complain about it later.
“I thought we were gonna destroy them this year after our defeat last season?!”
“Oh, don’t worry. We will. I will—whether it’s during the match or afterwards is another story,” he swears with a smirk.
Kageyama and Ushijima tilt their heads to the side in synchrony, not understanding. “It’s foul play to challenge players off court, captain,” they both concur.
Meanwhile, Hoshiumi wishes his imagination didn’t run wild and start conjuring a lewd image of their team captain obliterating the MSBY setter in the locker rooms just as he’d promised and just as Atsumu deserved.
