Instead of their normal black with golden accents, these were white. A white that contrasted beautifully with Atsumu’s tan skin. /Fuck, how do his thighs even fit?/ he wondered to himself as he heard the whistle blow. He threw his water bottle to the side, taking his spot back on the court.  +

~~ All 3 sets were a solid loss, and as Kiyoomi made his way out of the locker room after his shower he bumped into the one person he didn’t want to see.  Miya Atsumu.  Miya Atsumu still wearing that damned uniform.  +