Miya Atsumu asked, "Is there anyone else inside?"
Komori replied while drying his own hair, "Hoshiumi hasn't come out yet, so there shouldn't be anyone else left."
Miya Atsumu nodded. "Fine."
Watching the two of them find a nearby locker to lean against, Komori's mind wandered. "You two.. you aren't planning on bagging Hoshiumi, are you?"
Miya Atsumu's sternness: "How could that be? We don't do such uncivilized things."
Komori laughed heartily, after putting on his clothes and tidying his backpack, he replied, "He should be coming out soon. I'll head off first."
Miya Atsumu waved him off.
Komori and Hakuma left one after another, after stripping off his clothes, Miya Atsumu walked into the bathhouse carrying his bath towel.
Because hardly anyone was using it, the temperature inside the bathhouse was not very high.
The bathhouse at the Volleyball Association consists of small individual stalls, each partitioned off by a curtain.
So, to determine which private room was being used.. one only needed to see which curtain was drawn.
After confirming Hoshiumi's position, Miya Atsumu silently chose a private room furthest from Hoshiumi.
Hinata looked left and right before choosing the spot next to Miya Atsumu.
Turning on the shower, Hinata cautiously stood in the corner and reached out to test the water temperature.
The sound of water echoed in his ears; besides him, there was another one in addition to Miya Atsumu.
After a short while, the other sound of water stopped.
Hinata poked his head out from behind the curtain.
After wetting his hair, Miya Atsumu squeezed shampoo into his hands and carefully washed his hair.
Hair soaked in sweat must be cleaned carefully, since his hair's texture has become less healthy than Hinata's after being dyed, it requires even more meticulous care.
As someone who cares deeply about his image, he places as much importance on his hair as he does on his hands.
He wasn't actually particularly satisfied with his current image either; right now, he and Miya Osamu weren't promoting their image as twins, Miya Osamu didn't plan on playing volleyball anymore.
Because of this.. he actually had the idea that he wanted to differentiate himself from Miya Osamu.
For example, getting a more flamboyant hairstyle, or changing to a different color..
However, even if Inarizaki didn't strictly regulate things like students getting perms or hair dye, they didn't exactly support it either. If he got both a perm and dye, he would very likely attract the attention of the dean of students.
So even if he wanted a new style, he would have to wait until after graduation.
—Perhaps I could ask Hinata for his thoughts.
Just as he opened the shower to rinse the lather from his head, someone suddenly reached out from behind and wrapped their arms around his waist.
Miya Atsumu was startled.
He knew the person who had arrived was Hinata, but what surprised him was that he hadn't noticed a thing.
Wiping the water from his face, Miya Atsumu looked down at Hinata's hands wrapped around his waist.
It wasn't until he looked down at the floor that he realized why he hadn't noticed a single sound.
Hinata was not wearing shoes, his bare feet made no sound as he stepped on the rough floor of the bathroom.
With the sound of water masking it, it was only natural that he didn't notice.
Hinata leaned down slightly, peeking from under Miya Atsumu's arm, turned his head to look at him.
Water splashed against Miya Atsumu's body, sending small droplets flying in all directions, making Hinata unable to help but squint his eyes.
Feeling the scorching heat from Hinata's body transferring through the part where their bodies were pressed together, Miya Atsumu didn't dare move an inch.
He patted Hinata's arm. "Stop messing around, I haven't finished washing my hair yet."
Hinata didn't listen to him, instead grinding his teeth against the side of his ribs just below his chest.
Miya Atsumu gasped.
He could feel the high temperature from Hinata's body, but it wasn't body heat; it was the temperature from being soaked in hot water.
Atsumu held Hinata's hand with one hand to stop him from touching things he shouldn't, while using his other hand to quickly scrub his hair to rinse the foam from the roots.
He asked in a low voice, "Why are you using such hot water?"
Hinata muttered, "Because I'm exhausted."
Hot water can relieve fatigue. He used the hot water to rinse himself thoroughly and also used body wash.
Miya Atsumu glanced at Hinata's wet hair; although it was still quite straight, it wasn't as lively as it had been during the day.
Turning slightly to turn off the water, Atsumu-ge spoke up, "You haven't washed your hair yet?"
Hinata slumped his entire weight against Miya Atsumu, saying righteously, "Yeah, Atsumu-ge, wash it for me."
Miya Atsumu brushed all of his hanging hair back, revealing a smooth forehead, as he prepared to wash Hinata's hair. "I can, but.. ah—don't touch me there."
His actions were forced to a halt when he was only halfway through.
Atsumu grabbed Hinata's hands to stop the mischief and looked down slightly at the bite marks on his own body.
Looking at the wide-awake Hinata, Miya Atsumu was almost laughing from sheer frustration. "You aren't tired at all."
His body, not yet fully rinsed of the shower gel, was very slippery, since Miya Atsumu didn't use much force, Hinata easily broke free from Miya Atsumu's restraint: "It was Atsumu-ge who said he would help me bathe."
His hand brushed over Miya Atsumu's soft abdominal muscles in his relaxed state and continued to probe downward.
Miya Atsumu wanted to steady his precarious sanity: "Don't move, don't move.. Hoshiumi is still here."
Hinata replied very seriously, "Hikari-kun just left, I saw him."
Miya Atsumu's excuses were cut short, leaving him to clumsily reach out to block Hinata's hand, trying to stop him from continuing to tease him.
It wasn't that he didn't want something to happen with Hinata; on the contrary, he wanted it very much right now, under Hinata's teasing, a certain part of him was already starting to rise slowly.
But.. it's getting a little dangerous here.
Atsumu made one last request for Hinata to keep his distance: "Go back and put your shoes on, the floor is cold."
Hinata lifted one foot and stepped on the top of Miya Atsumu's foot. "Then Atsumu-ge, hold me."
After speaking, Hinata raised his hands to wrap them around Miya Atsumu's neck, pressing his entire body against him.
He kissed his eyes, his handsome nose, finally, he was pulled in to kiss his lips.
As they stepped back, someone's hand hit the shower switch, warm water suddenly cascaded down from above, enveloping the two of them.
Atsumu's hands slid under Hinata's legs, lifting him up completely.
Hinata used his legs to wrap around Miya Atsumu's waist, hugging his neck and constantly demanding deeper kisses from him.
Water splashed onto their faces, making breathing more difficult than ever before.
—This time, Hinata truly felt like he was going to drown.
A strong sense of suffocation continuously eroded Hinata's brain. He released Miya Atsumu's neck and groped around blindly, trying to turn off the water.
He pulled back from Miya Atsumu, but Miya Atsumu had no intention of letting him go; one hand supported his leg while the other wrapped around his waist, firmly pinning him against his own body.
Miya Atsumu kept his eyes open, watching the look of panic on Hinata's flushed face.
Hearing the voice in his ear carry a slight, pleading sob, he showed mercy and used the hand that had been around Hinata's waist to turn off the shower.
Finally able to breathe in fresh air again, Hinata's whole body went limp, he collapsed completely against Miya Atsumu.
Miya Atsumu gave him a comforting kiss on the corner of his eye.
Shoyo's face was covered in water; he didn't even know if Shoyo had actually cried.
"Ugh.." Hinata gripped Miya Atsumu's back, speaking up to voice his grievance after catching his breath for a moment.
Atsumu-ge, you're too much, I thought.. I was going to die..
Miya Atsumu rubbed Hinata's elastic thigh under his hand, unable to stop himself from laughing aloud. "How could that be? Didn't Shoyo tease me first?"
Why? Has Shoyo been feeling unfulfilled because we haven't been intimate lately?
Given the heavy training load, their contact was basically just hugging and sleeping together; they didn't even kiss very often.
Hinata bit Miya Atsumu's shoulder resentfully: "There really is a bit.."
But actually, it's just.. it feels like Atsumu-ge hasn't been very happy these past few days.
Miya Atsumu froze for a moment. "Really?"
Hinata straightened his back and looked at Miya Atsumu earnestly. "Yes, there is."
He wondered, "Is it because Kageyama and I are too close? Even though playing volleyball with Atsumu-ge is still very fun, he.. he always ends up wearing a sad expression."
I'm very uncomfortable.
Hearing Hinata's words, the heavy weight in Miya Atsumu's heart slowly lifted.
He was actually very worried that Hinata would feel sad and lonely because of his upcoming departure, or even because of his graduation ahead of him.
But Hinata is stronger than him, even far more independent.
Thinking about it, it made sense; Hinata was the eldest son at home, so his behavior in many matters was indeed more mature than his.
"No, there isn't." Miya Atsumu lightly rubbed against Hinata's ear.
He would never feel sad or upset about things like collaborating with other setters besides Hinata, even if he did, it would only be a little.
Actually..
He was just unwilling to accept it.
He was unwilling to accept that he couldn't be the best in every aspect, unwilling to accept that, in the eyes of the National Team Coach, he wasn't Shoyo's first choice.
Ultimately, what he really cared about was simply that he wasn't strong enough yet.
Atsumu shook his head gently. "It's fine, I just feel like Kageyama and the others are too weak; they can't satisfy you at all, Shoyo."
Hinata cupped his face and kissed the tip of his nose: "Mm, Atsumu-ge is the best."
"Atsumu-ge, don't be jealous of Kageyama and the others; we're just partners on the court." Shoyo's legs, which were wrapped around Miya Atsumu's waist, tightened their grip slightly as he turned his head to give Miya Atsumu a smile.
I only do this kind of thing with Atsumu-ge.
Miya Atsumu raised his hand and wiped his face.