figure 17. piggy back rides
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softpunksmiya atsumu/suna rintarou // ~1k
> twitter ficlet for a prompt meme, reposted here
It takes Suna a few minutes to realize that Atsumu hasn't been moving for a while. Back against the wall, his sitting position is out of character, with his legs spread open and a notable effort to not twitch. It's off given Atsumu's naturally restless state, and Suna looks at him—the way he chugs down his water bottle desperately, how his back is straightened, and how there's stiffness evident in every muscle clear to the eye. He looks uncomfortable, but he clearly doesn't want to show it.
Suna glances around the court. Most of the members have already left with their stuff to head home, and Riseki is already returning the net to the storage closet. Since he and Atsumu are the only two people still here, he turns to the other and says, "Don't tell me you're sore from earlier."
Atsumu chokes on his drink. With shameless interest, Suna watches the way the rest of the water dribbles down his mouth and the frantic bobbing his Adam's apple makes to try and swallow properly until he recovers. When Atsumu's finished with his coughing fit and sets the water bottle down, he still doesn't respond. Suna raises an eyebrow. "Well?"
Atsumu wipes his mouth. "I hate ya."
Suna blinks. "That wasn't what you were saying during lunch break."
"Well, it's what I said after when ya got us fuckin' caught."
"It was just Akagi-san. I don't get why you're so concerned," Suna replies. "Wouldn't be the first time he saw you with your underwear down and it wasn't in the changing rooms."
The setter's cheeks flare, a look of indignation crossing his face. "That was one time and it was 'Samu's fault."
Suna waves a hand dismissively. "Sure," he says. "You never answered my question."
Atsumu hesitates. Suna stares at him until he caves in. "I think I twisted my right ankle."
"From practice? All you did today was set balls."
"It could happen! But I dunno. Doesn't matter, 'cause it just started hurtin' outta nowhere and it ain't stoppin', and I don't wanna risk it in case it's actually somethin' bad."
"So you can't walk?"
Atsumu huffs. "I mean, I can, but I don't wanna. Not worth riskin' it."
"Ah, is that so? Alright. Guess I'll be going then. No point in waiting around for you."
"What the fuck—wait." Atsumu reaches forward to grab Suna's leg just as the latter stands.
"Get your hands off me before I twist my ankle too."
In response, Atsumu just tightens his grip. "Carry me."
Suna looks at him incredulously. "I know I call you baby every time you threaten to give me blue balls, but you don't actually weigh like a baby, you know?"
"That wasn't a no."
Desperately, Suna tries to yank his foot out of Atsumu's grasp, but the effort is futile. For a few moments, he weighs in the benefits and drawbacks of kicking Atsumu square in the face just to get him to let go. The drawback is wasting a more or less pretty face. The benefit is regaining his freedom. Before he can come to a decision, Atsumu says, "I ain't lettin' go 'till ya do it."
"Fine," Suna grunts. Atsumu lets him go. Suna could just bolt out of here since he's free, but since he isn't actually a bad person, he crouches down in front of Atsumu, turning his back towards the setter. "Hop on."
"Aw, no bridal style?"
"If you nag me to do that I'll throw you into the nearest garbage disposal."
"God, yer such a dick," Atsumu complains, but he climbs onto Suna's back anyway. He's relatively heavy because he's a muscled athlete just like Suna, but it's nothing the latter can't handle even though he doesn't really make it a habit to carry people. He adjusts his hold on Atsumu's thighs while the older shifts into a more comfortable position, and Suna makes a pointed effort to not move Atsumu's leg much in case he isn't overreacting this time around with his ankle. "Aw, so thoughtful."
It's a stupid reaction, but Suna flushes anyway, unused to Atsumu making relatively nice comments.
"I can still throw you into the garbage disposal like this."
Atsumu laughs instead of retorting. Something in Suna marginally softens at the sound, and he feels more relaxed as he stands up.
"C'mon, you can crash over at mine. We can raid my mom's clinic if you really do need help."
> twitter ficlet for a prompt meme, reposted here
It takes Suna a few minutes to realize that Atsumu hasn't been moving for a while. Back against the wall, his sitting position is out of character, with his legs spread open and a notable effort to not twitch. It's off given Atsumu's naturally restless state, and Suna looks at him—the way he chugs down his water bottle desperately, how his back is straightened, and how there's stiffness evident in every muscle clear to the eye. He looks uncomfortable, but he clearly doesn't want to show it.
Suna glances around the court. Most of the members have already left with their stuff to head home, and Riseki is already returning the net to the storage closet. Since he and Atsumu are the only two people still here, he turns to the other and says, "Don't tell me you're sore from earlier."
Atsumu chokes on his drink. With shameless interest, Suna watches the way the rest of the water dribbles down his mouth and the frantic bobbing his Adam's apple makes to try and swallow properly until he recovers. When Atsumu's finished with his coughing fit and sets the water bottle down, he still doesn't respond. Suna raises an eyebrow. "Well?"
Atsumu wipes his mouth. "I hate ya."
Suna blinks. "That wasn't what you were saying during lunch break."
"Well, it's what I said after when ya got us fuckin' caught."
"It was just Akagi-san. I don't get why you're so concerned," Suna replies. "Wouldn't be the first time he saw you with your underwear down and it wasn't in the changing rooms."
The setter's cheeks flare, a look of indignation crossing his face. "That was one time and it was 'Samu's fault."
Suna waves a hand dismissively. "Sure," he says. "You never answered my question."
Atsumu hesitates. Suna stares at him until he caves in. "I think I twisted my right ankle."
"From practice? All you did today was set balls."
"It could happen! But I dunno. Doesn't matter, 'cause it just started hurtin' outta nowhere and it ain't stoppin', and I don't wanna risk it in case it's actually somethin' bad."
"So you can't walk?"
Atsumu huffs. "I mean, I can, but I don't wanna. Not worth riskin' it."
"Ah, is that so? Alright. Guess I'll be going then. No point in waiting around for you."
"What the fuck—wait." Atsumu reaches forward to grab Suna's leg just as the latter stands.
"Get your hands off me before I twist my ankle too."
In response, Atsumu just tightens his grip. "Carry me."
Suna looks at him incredulously. "I know I call you baby every time you threaten to give me blue balls, but you don't actually weigh like a baby, you know?"
"That wasn't a no."
Desperately, Suna tries to yank his foot out of Atsumu's grasp, but the effort is futile. For a few moments, he weighs in the benefits and drawbacks of kicking Atsumu square in the face just to get him to let go. The drawback is wasting a more or less pretty face. The benefit is regaining his freedom. Before he can come to a decision, Atsumu says, "I ain't lettin' go 'till ya do it."
"Fine," Suna grunts. Atsumu lets him go. Suna could just bolt out of here since he's free, but since he isn't actually a bad person, he crouches down in front of Atsumu, turning his back towards the setter. "Hop on."
"Aw, no bridal style?"
"If you nag me to do that I'll throw you into the nearest garbage disposal."
"God, yer such a dick," Atsumu complains, but he climbs onto Suna's back anyway. He's relatively heavy because he's a muscled athlete just like Suna, but it's nothing the latter can't handle even though he doesn't really make it a habit to carry people. He adjusts his hold on Atsumu's thighs while the older shifts into a more comfortable position, and Suna makes a pointed effort to not move Atsumu's leg much in case he isn't overreacting this time around with his ankle. "Aw, so thoughtful."
It's a stupid reaction, but Suna flushes anyway, unused to Atsumu making relatively nice comments.
"I can still throw you into the garbage disposal like this."
Atsumu laughs instead of retorting. Something in Suna marginally softens at the sound, and he feels more relaxed as he stands up.
"C'mon, you can crash over at mine. We can raid my mom's clinic if you really do need help."