“Omi. I have ta say. ‘M real disappointed in ya.” Before he could finish his sentence, Kiyoomi was dragging him into the closet storage closet. “Omi!” Atsumu exclaimed as Kiyoomi tossed him up on the stack of mats with a light thud.  +

“Do you enjoy playing games with me, Miya?” He caged Atsumu into the mate, hovering over him as he watched the cheerleader with rapt attention. “Surely you know how good you look in /this/.” His fingers traced over the Jackal claw marks that went over Atsumu’s thigh. +