“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. +

“Well of course I know I look good. I’m not the point for no reaSON!” The pitch of his voice went up several octaves as Kiyoomi pushed his legs apart.  “You’ve been teasing me since we were first years,” Kiyoomi admitted out loud. “No more games, /Atsumu/.” +