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“Where did he go?” Kiyoomi muttered, slipping through the crowded rooms of the party that he’d been dragged to.
He had been hunched over his desk with his nose in his statistics textbook when Motoya had burst into the dorm room, talking a mile a minute as he forced Kiyoomi into a different outfit and pulled him across their campus to the street full of frat houses.
“It’s one of the biggest parties of the year and I am not going to miss it,” his cousin had said firmly. “I’m making sure that you don’t miss it either.”
Despite his chattering about not wanting to go to the party alone, Motoya had disappeared quickly into the social mire.
With a frustrated grunt, Kiyoomi pushed his way out the back door and into the yard for some fresh air. He was surprised to find the space empty of other party-goers, slowly making his way between the tall shrubs and trees that stood between the fences and the grassy expanse in the center.
“Lookin’ fer somethin’?” The twangy voice startled Kiyoomi, making him jump. He twisted, searching for whoever had spoken. Leaning against the fence behind a bush was a young man with bleached hair and a backwards snapback hat. He was smirking, eyes bright despite the plastic cup in his hand.
Kiyoomi had seen him before, around campus. He was undeniably attractive, with a confident air that came off more as fun-loving and excited than mean or arrogant. A jock and frat boy, but with something unknown deep down that had Kiyoomi’s heart fluttering.
Now he was here, right in front of him.
“I- No!” Kiyoomi stuttered. “Are you out here alone?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Just ‘cause.”
“Collegiate-level answer. Well done.” Kiyoomi rolled his eyes.
The blond laughed at Kiyoomi’s deadpan tone.
“Yer funny! I’m Atsumu. What’s yer-” He froze, cocking his head before grabbing the sleeve of Kiyoomi’s sweater and dragging him behind the bushes.
“Hey! What-” Atsumu cut him off, hushing him and pointing toward the back door.
Kiyoomi could hear something, but couldn’t quite pinpoint the sound. He peeked around the shrubbery, eyebrows shooting up when he saw a beefy frat boy making out with a tall, lanky redhead. They seemed to be getting hot and heavy very quickly, despite their proximity to the party.
“Damn, Tendou works fast,” Atsumu mumbled, shaking his head as the redhead flipped the bigger man around and pinned him to the wall. They were grinding against one another, sloppy kissing noises and panting reaching the pair hiding in the shadows.
“I don’t want to watch this!” Kiyoomi whispered back. “I’m going inside.”
“Wait!” Atsumu hissed, stepping in front of Kiyoomi to block his path. “Ya don’t know these two. Ushiwaka ain’t a bad guy but he gets real embarrassed an’ then gets grumpy an’ it ain’t good fer anyone. An’ Tendou’s kinda freaky, so I wouldn’t wanna make ‘im mad by interruptin’... Whatever that is.”
“Then what are we supposed to do?”
Atsumu hesitated, biting his lip and rubbing the back of his neck. It was the first sign that his cockiness was just a facade, with something more genuine and sweet beneath. Kiyoomi tried to shake free the idea that Atsumu’s flushed cheeks and nervous smile were adorable, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
“I don’t wanna sound like a douchebag ‘r anythin’,” the blond began with a soft, awkward laugh. “I just… I’ve been in this situation ‘fore an’ my bedroom window’s at the top o’ this trellis, so if ya wanna use it ta get back in the house without those two seein’ ya, I can take ya up ta my room.”
Kiyoomi’s heart thumped at the way Atsumu rambled, shuffling his feet and avoiding Kiyoomi’s gaze. It was incredibly endearing.
“Is it unlocked?”
Atsumu’s head shot up and he grinned, his smile so bright and authentic that Kiyoomi felt his own lips curling into a smile at his excitement.
“Yeah!” Atsumu cringed at the volume with which he spoke, quickly twisting to check if the duo on the back patio had heard him. He relaxed when they didn’t pause in their attack of one another’s face, then turned back to Kiyoomi. “Yeah, ever since the first time I had ta climb up there an’ break the latch, I leave it open. Plus, I like havin’ my own entrance an’ exit.”
The thought of doing something so daring, so outside of his comfort zone, and so wildly unlike him was unexpectedly thrilling. He wasn’t thinking about how dirty the trellis was or whether it was structurally sound enough or whether the vines would stain his clothes. All he could think of was the boy in front of him who was revealing himself to be a goofy ball of sunshine and the possibility of this tiny, insignificant, incredible adventure that he could take with him.
“Then let’s go.”
“Alright!” Atsumu led the way, turning to whisper to Kiyoomi as he began to climb. “I’ll go first an’ help ya at the top.”
Kiyoomi did not mind in the slightest. Atsumu’s jeans were beautifully tight, showing off a round, perky ass and thick, muscular thighs. When he reached the top of the trellis and took Atsumu’s hand, he was so consumed with how unexpectedly warm and soft it was that he almost missed the blond warning him about loose shingles. Luckily, the hand that was grasping Kiyoomi’s held him up and pulled him closer so that he stumbled into a firm chest.
“Don’t worry, I gotcha,” Atsumu murmured, helping Kiyoomi through the window. The small room was surprisingly clean, with hundreds of photos meticulously hung on the walls - gorgeous landscape shots, selfies, group photos from high school, what looked like a twin brother, sweet family photos, candid pictures of frat brothers.
“These are good.”
“Oh! Uh, thanks!” Atsumu rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks pink around his proud smile. “‘M a photography major. I’ve always loved takin’ pictures, even if people told me I didn’t need all the memories. I like havin’ ‘em around me an’ seein’ ‘em captured like that.”
“They’re beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.” Atsumu grinned when Kiyoomi whipped his head around to glare at him suspiciously, though there was little heat in his gaze. Atsumu bit his lip and charged on. “I’ve seen ya ‘round ‘fore. I’ve dreamed o’ photographin’ ya.”
“Hm…” Kiyoomi moved closer until he was only inches from the boy, realizing he was actually just the slightest bit taller. Atsumu, a surprisingly-perfect gentleman, hadn’t made a move on Kiyoomi, which just made him want the blond more. “Maybe I’ll let you…”
“Why?”
“Just because.” Kiyoomi smiled, winking at him. “I’m sure you can earn them somehow.”
About an hour later, Motoya was startled to find his cousin - clothing wrinkled and hair mussed beneath a slightly off-center snapback - sitting in a blond frat boy’s lap with a big smile on his face and a red plastic cup in his hands. The blond seemed absolutely delighted, arms wrapped around Kiyoomi’s waist and eyes practically filled with stars as he gazed at the other man. He was ignoring the teasing and laughter of his frat brothers, focused completely on Kiyoomi.
“What the hell happened?” Motoya asked. “Who’s this?”
“Atsumu.” Kiyoomi shrugged, draping an arm around the blond’s shoulders and leaning into his chest, making Atsumu hum happily. “I met him. I like him. Thanks for bringing me.”
“Yeah, thanks!” Atsumu chuckled, nuzzling his face into Kiyoomi’s neck.
Motoya just laughed, shaking his head. “And you didn’t even want to come. You’re welcome.”