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Volleyball players are known for a lot of things.
Intense plays, long rallies, arm-breaking serves—those are to name a few. But in Japan, the volleyball players (high school, college, and professionals alike) are infamous for something that no one really expected: their betting pool.
(or alternately, everyone finds out that one of the best spikers in Japan, Sakusa Kiyoomi, is dating someone and they try to figure out his identity while the person he’s dating remains clueless about it.)
Miya Atsumu is a foul-mouthed, jaded news producer who couldn't stand the smug, fresh-faced Sakusa Kiyoomi, who was hired to be their network's newest TV reporter. Naturally, they hook up.
--
“Oi, Miya, you aren’t gonna be a traitor and hook up with a TV reporter of all people, are you?” Yaku called out from tables away.
“Shut your mouth, Yakkun!” Atsumu snapped. “This is all taken out of context. I never categorically said he was hot, alright?”
“Are you denying it?” Suna pressed.
“Shut up! I hate it here.”
“Yer beautiful,” Atsumu says.
“And you’re 73.3 kilograms,” Sakusa responds with an eye roll.
or
Atsumu plays on the University Men's Volleyball team. Sakusa is a nurse at the University Student Health Center. Atsumu promptly falls in love and becomes a regular patient.
“I just got this job, I’m not givin’ it up for some moral boost ‘cause I actually need to pay my rent, ya insensitive -” Atsumu waves his hands around, trying and failing to come up with the right word to convey the amount of injustice that this gaunt motherfucker has brought into his relatively simple life thus far.
“If you can’t pay your rent, go get a job at the McDonald’s over by 8th Street,” Sakusa growls, “it’ll pay more than your researcher position.”
If you even attempt assault on a coworker, forget teaching about cells - you’ll fucking be in one, Atsumu.
Meian clapped his hands. “Sorry, Sakusa-kun, but there’s no one else we could send for this. You’re to interview Miya Atsumu tomorrow for his upcoming film.”
His brows furrowed. “Miya Atsumu? The model? In a film?” Who allowed that?
“Yes. It will be his acting debut. And it’s for an Ennoshita Chikara film, too, it’s kind of a big deal.”
“Seriously?” That guy was an award-winning director. “What strings did that Miya guy pull to get the role?”
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In which broadcast journalist Sakusa Kiyoomi was assigned to interview model Miya Atsumu who bagged the lead role of an upcoming, highly-anticipated film, and thus, two worlds collide.
As a newly minted war hero for saving the kingdom’s favorite vassal, Sir Bokuto, Atsumu has traveled to the city to formally receive the rights to the Inarizaki fiefdom. He is absolutely not trying to win the hand of rich, rude, flouncy Lord Sakusa, the court’s most eligible bachelor.
Sir Bokuto should be helping Atsumu assimilate among the nobility, but instead, he is occupied with looking after Lord Akaashi, who seems to be out of favor after his royal betrothal to another is dissolved.
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“So, which one is he?” Lord Sakusa asks. His face is impassive as he crosses his arms, eyes moving slowly between Osamu and Atsumu with what appears to be boredom.
It’s a question they get so often it’s become commonplace. Yet the dismissive tone irks Atsumu in a way that makes him straighten his spine and smile harder. Sakusa is the epitome of everything Atsumu had assumed the nobility would be: snooty, disdainful, and condescending.
“Me,” he spits out. Even he is a little taken aback by his own tone. Osamu shoots him a dismayed look. Bokuto laughs uncomfortably.
“i’m supposed to believe that you’re a pediatric resident moonlighting as an undergraduate statistics student, spending your little free time attending my lectures for, what, fun?” sakusa asks. “lies should at least be believable.”
atsumu’s nose wrinkles. “omi-kun, yer kinda rude. i’m not moonlightin’. i‘m learnin’.”
The pros and cons of swiping right on your very attractive teammate.