You make your way out of the auditorium and down the stairs, holding onto the railing as you waited for your phone to turn back on. Your steps subconsciously faltered as you checked the missed phone calls and messages from your boyfriend. There was a message asking where his left sneaker was immediately followed by a meme that reminded him of you. There was a message asking where you were and another of realization that you had in fact told him you had an exam. There were a few lines of kissing faces and eggplant emojis as he wished you the best of luck with a promise to gift you the best sex of your life afterwards. Sunaâs last message told you to meet him at the campus gym after your test. You shift your backpack and head in that direction. It wasnât unusual for the volleyball team to come hang out at the campus gym instead of their own. But you never understood why he considered it relaxing to de-stress from one sport just to go play another. Lazy tendencies aside, he was an athlete by nature after all. Scanning your ID and pushing past the metal turnstile, you head towards the sound of the ball bouncing on the court. Youâre thankful youâre in sweats, not wanting to bring attention to yourself as you take a seat on the bleachers, looking for your boyfriend. It seemed like it was about to become a game of shirts vs skins. A small crowd had started to gather at the sight. You take note of Atsumu on one side of the court, shirt long gone. Osamu opted to keep his on, as did a few others. You finally see him, wiping at his face with his drenched t-shirt before pulling it off all together. You canât help your jaw going slack at the sight. His shorts were hanging off of him just enough to expose the black color of his briefs. He had a black compression sleeve on his left leg, the friendship bracelet you made for him out of boredom was wrapped around his ankle. You decide against making your presence known. Sure, you were hungry and tired after your exam. But your boyfriend was really hot and sweaty and something about him playing basketball with his friends had you pressing your thighs a little closer. The sight seemed to satisfy a different hunger. They take another break as he wipes at his neck with a towel, sweat trailing down his chest and abs. The thin gold chain around his neck twinkled on his skin under the harsh lights of the court. His eyes find yours, smirking as he jogs towards you. He flings his sweaty towel at you, grinning as you fake gag at him. His tall stature allowed him to reach over the bleachers, grab your face and press an obnoxious kiss to your lips. It was salty and kinda gross and he knew it. He tells you theyâd be done soon and he would take you out to eat wherever you wanted. You nod, grabbing his wrist before he turned around completely, motioning for him to get closer. The headband he had on wasnât doing much to keep his hair out of his face anymore. You take the small metal clip out of your hair and clasp his bangs together with it, up and out of the way. He kisses the curve of your hand and is about to say something else when a loud shrill from Atsumu calling him back has you both rolling your eyes. The promise of food lingered on your mind but you couldnât help the smile that graced your face as you watched them finish up their game. You never thought youâd be willing to put aside your own desires (+ hunger) for a boy and yet here you were. But for Suna, it was all worth it.
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