They’re at an izakaya to celebrate the start of off-season.
One too many shots in, Atsumu reveals one of his useless talents is tying a cherry stem into a knot with his tongue—a seemingly innocuous confession requited with low chuckles and curious hums.
Yaku licks his lips slowly, mischief flickering in his eyes.
Bokuto pauses mid-sentence, his mouth left hanging open for a few seconds before finally closing, then he visibly gulps.
Kageyama and Hinata exchange knowing glances at each other, a silent understanding shared between longtime partners.
Ushijima maintains a stern facade, but hidden from view, his leg starts bouncing as if a tribute to a dormant urge suddenly awakened without warning.
Aran gleams, a Cheshire grin across his handsome face. “Ya sure can,” he remarks with a smug look as he ruffles Atsumu’s hair.
Suna downs his shochu in one guzzle, cheeks heating up as if recalling a not-so-distant memory rather than from the alcohol.
Sakusa shortly excuses himself from the table to return to his room ahead of everyone else. He doesn’t get much sleep that night. (And he’s had to shower twice… for reasons too shameful to admit out loud.)
Hoshiumi begrudgingly ushers Gao to the restroom to wash the drool off his face.
Barely an hour later, Iwaizumi volunteers to walk Atsumu back even though they’re were headed to the same building. He offers to pay the tab and instructs the rest of the boys not to be too rowdy outside, then whisks Atsumu away after mumbling something along the lines of, ‘to see is to believe.’
