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"When is it gonna be your turn?" Tiffany groans, her dramatic tone pulling you from your thoughts. Every time an auditionee finishes, she mutters your name like a chant, willing the judges to call you next. Her antics are both comforting and a source of mounting pressure.

The panel of judges shares their thoughts on the performance, but their words barely register. Tiffany keeps chattering beside you, and her voice fills the void as you focus on wrapping your kneepads around your knees. She's been holding them for you ever since you signed the attendance sheet earlier.

"For the floorwork, I suppose?" Atsumu leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he watches you adjust the straps.

"Yeah." you reply, keeping your eyes down.

He pouts, his elbow sliding to prop his chin on his hand, studying you with a mischievous glint. "Don't be too sexy out there, though," he teases. "Guys might start falling for you."

You shoot him a sharp look. "Seriously?"

"Kidding." he says, his grin widening. "Do your thing, babe. Don't hold back. I can fight." he adds with a wink.

His words send a rush of warmth to your chest, but you hide your reaction by rolling your eyes, focusing on your kneepads as a small smile tugs at your lips.

"What's the kneepads for?" Liv asks, tilting her head curiously.

"For some floorwork," Tiffany answers with a shrug.

"Floorwork? No one's done that so far..." Hiro remarks, his brows lifting in intrigue.

You chuckle softly, though your nerves resurface as Liv groans. "When are they gonna call you? My phone's about to die, and I need to record you!"

"You can use my phone." Semi, always the instinctive problem solver, offers without hesitation. But vefore you can respond, Atsumu's sharp glare cuts through the air, aimed squarely at Semi. The sudden tension makes Semi falter, and he quickly backtracks with a sheepish laugh. "Or maybe not."

Tiffany laughs at the scene, clearly entertained by Atsumu's blatant jealousy. Even Osamu and Hiro chuckles softly, while Atsumu sulks, arms crossed and lips pursed like a petulant child.

Then, your name is called.

"Y/n L/n!"

Your heart lurches, the sound echoing like a thunderclap in your ears.

"Oh my gosh—Go Y/n!!" Tiffany and Liv squeal in unison, their excitement igniting a ripple of cheers from the room.

Heat floods your face as your body feels cold and weightless. You glance at Atsumu, and he offers a gentle squeeze to your thigh, grounding you.

"Relax... you got this." he murmurs, calming you. His soft smile helps ease your nerves, and you manage a nod. When he winks, you chuckle faintly before standing up.

Semi observes the exchange through the mirror, his chest tightening. Even after his earlier talk with Tiffany, the sight of you and Atsumu together stings in a way he can't shake. Forcing to compose bimself, he joins the applause, though his claps feel heavier than they should.

Tiffany's cheers grow louder, bordering on obnoxious, and you shoot her a warning glare, though your face is still flushed with embarrassment. Atsumu chuckles at your reaction, settling back in his chair, his arms folded as he watches you walk to the center of the room.

Standing in front of the mirror, you find yourself facing your reflection while your friends' and Atsumu's gazes bore into your back. The warm glow of the lights casts a golden hue on your frame, and Atsumu's eyes trail over you from head to toe. His expression softens with pride — pride for you and... selfishly, pride that you're his.

You inhale deeply, forcing yourself to calm down. Turning your attention to the judges, you flash them a timid smile, deliberately avoiding Ally's sharp and judgmental stare.

"Hi," you greet softly, your voice steady despite the nervous knot in your stomach.

Maeko, seated between Chris and Ally, responds with a warm smile. "Hello, Y/n," she says, her voice gentle and calming. It helps you take a much-needed deep breath.

You recall her introduction earlier — she's a 4th year student, the leader and main choreographer of the troupe. Chris, the guy next to her, is in his 3rd year. Ally, despite being only a 2nd year, had confidently claimed to be the second in command.

"Tell us a bit about yourself," Maeko encourages, her smile genuine.

You blink, suddenly drawing a blank. Your mind races to grasp any coherent thought about yourself, but everything slips away. Glancing at the mirror, you catch Atsumu's intense gaze. The look in his eyes grounds you, reminding you to compose yourself.

"I'm Y/n... 20 years old," you say, your voice steadier now.

Behind you, Atsumu's brows furrow in confusion. He turns to Tiffany. "She's 20???" he whispers, his disbelief evident.

Tiffany side-eyes him, unimpressed. "No, she's 30." she deadpans before scoffing. "You heard her."

Atsumu rolls his eyes, frowning. "I mean, I didn't know she's two years older than me," he mutters, glancing back at you in awe.

Tiffany smirks. "You've been getting in her pants, yet you don't know how old she is?" she teases, and Atsumu's pout deepens as he continues to watch you through the mirror.

"When's her birthday?" he asks, but Tiffany just shrugs.

"Ain't spoonfeeding you, brotha. Figure it out yourself." she quips, clearly entertained.

Meanwhile, Semi's surprise mirrors Atsumu's. He hadn't realized you were a year older than him. The fact that you're still in your 1st year piques his curiosity further. It bothers him how every new detail about you only draws him in more, despite his efforts to move on.

"20? Wow," Ally remarks, her tone dripping with feigned awe as she glances at your application on her laptop. "And you're still in your first year?" Her smug smirk makes your jaw tighten.

Tiffany glares at her, muttering, "Not really your business." Atsumu catches her comment.

"Do you know why?" Atsumu asks, genuinely intrigued.

Tiffany shrugs again. "Nope. I just know she's older than me. Tried asking before, but she never told me."

Atsumu leans back in his seat, his fascination with you growing second by the second.

Chris clears his throat, side-eyeing Ally before refocusing on you. "Tell us about your style and experience in dancing," he prompts, his tone friendly.

You nod, gathering your thoughts. "I don't have much experience in competitions," you begin, catching Ally's subtle scoff from the corner of your eye. Ignoring her, you continue. "But I've been dancing since I was little."

Your friends lean in, listening intently. Even Tiffany seems surprised — you're not usually one to share much about yourself, even with her.

"I stopped for nearly three years, but back then, I used to battle with friends and acquaintances on the streets," you add.

The room falls silent, a ripple of surprise sweeping through your audience.

Tiffany mutters to herself, "She told me she was into street dancing but never mentioned battling."

Atsumu leans closer to her. "You didn't know?"

"Nope," she says, shaking her head before glancing at him. "Did you?"

"Nope." he admits with a chuckle.

Liv, unable to contain her excitement, squeals softly as she starts recording. Tiffany and Osamu exchange grins, while Atsumu's eyes remain fixed on you. His heart races with pride and fascination, feeling as if he's getting to know an entirely new side of you.

"So you're a street dancer?" Maeko asks, her tone admiring.

You nod modestly, "Were." you repeat, clasping your hands together.

"But the song you submitted isn't a street-dancing track," Ally interjects, her gaze pointed as she reads the file name, 'Own It by Drake', the song Tiffany picked for you.

You sigh. "Yeah, I wanted to step out of my comfort zone and try something different."

Ally's eyes narrow. "Wow, that's... bold."

Maeko blinks, clearly catching on to Ally's unspoken tension. "That's confident. I like it," she chimes in, her praise genuine. "Trying a new style during an audition takes guts."

You smile shyly, chuckling at her kind words.

Your friends beam with pride, though Tiffany notices Ally's bitter expression and frowns.

Chris nods, intrigued. "Since you're a street dancer, I'm guessing you're good at freestyling? Or maybe choreographing?"

You hesitate briefly. "I wouldn't say I'm great at it... but I've tried."

Maeko perks up. "Wait, are you performing an original choreography?"

"Yeah," you confirm with a nod.

Her excitement bubbles over. "That's awesome! What are we even waiting for? Show us what you've got!" she exclaims enthusiastically.

Meanwhile, Ally rolls her eyes as she queues your music, the subtle tension in her movements not lost on Tiffany or Atsumu.

"Your sidechick's pretty riled up," Tiffany whispers to Atsumu with a smirk, earning a sharp glare from him. His eyes dart toward you, checking as if you might've overheard.

"Will you shut up?" he hisses.

Tiffany chuckles softly, not replying, clearly amused.

Breaking the moment, Hiro clears his throat and turns toward Osamu, who's been quiet all this time. "Hi, I'm Hiro," he says, extending his hand.

Osamu looks at him with a mix of curiosity and politeness, pauses, before shaking his hand. "Osamu." he replies with a polite smile.

Tiffany and Liv exchange amused glances before bursting into laughter. "Wow, Hiro, what a gentleman!" Liv teases, making Hiro chuckle sheepishly.

"He's been so quiet, I wasn't sure if he felt out of place or something. Just thought I'd include him," Hiro explains with a grin, causing the others to laugh, even Atsumu, who finds his twin's reserved nature amusing.

"He's always like that, don'r worry 'bout him," Tiffany adds, nudging Osamu lightly.

Osamu chuckles under his breath, shaking his head. "You're all too much."

"That was so random," Liv snickers, and Hiro elbows her playfully.

Suddenly, the room falls silent as the intro of your chosen song begins to play. It feels like everyone collectively holds their breath. Atsumu's heart races as his gaze locks onto you. He watches intently as you raise your arms above your head, stretching and rolling your shoulders, preparing yourself in front of the mirror.

The weight of everyone's attention presses on you, nerves buzzing beneath your skin. But you steady your breathing, determined not to mess up — especially not in front of everyone, not in front of Atsumu.

Tiffany, barely containing her excitement, quickly pulls out her phone and starts recording. Liv follows, holding hers in portrait mode while Tiffany films in landscape.

Atsumu, however, is frozen in place. The moment the music starts, it's as if he's rooted to the spot, entirely captivated. His phone remains untouched in his pocket — his focus is entirely on you.

The track you submitted has already been cut to skip the long intro. You take a deep breath, letting the music guide you into character. Opening your eyes, you stare into your reflection, using it to ground yourself. Yet, despite your efforts to stay focused, Atsumu' s intense gaze pulls at you, almost tangible through the mirror.

Your heart hammers against your chest, but you push through, determined to own the moment.

Then, you close your eyes, imagining yourself alone in your room. The music pulses softly, seducing you into movement, and you let it take over, your body flowing as if it's telling a secret only you know.

"A few bottles on the table, a few waters~
It ain't a secret, baby, everybody saw us~
Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is?~
Guess whose it is? It's yours~"

Your hands roam your body slowly, teasingly, tracing the curve of your waist as you step forward. Fingers glide over your shirt, lifting it just enough for a sliver of skin to show, and the warmth of the room feels like a spotlight on you. The air shifts — unusually thick with tension.

Everyone is frozen, their gazes locked on you. The intimate choice of song, the way your movements match its sultry hum, has their full attention. You feel their stares, but your focus stays on your reflection, grounding yourself, even as Atsumu's eyes burn into you through the mirror.

His breath catches when your gaze finally meets his, and you swear you can feel the weight of it, how it lingers on every inch of you. Your body moves like water, fluid and effortless, hips swaying in time with the quiet beats. His jaw tightens, and his chest rises and falls faster, like the temperature of the room just spiked.

"Next time we fuck, I don't wanna fuck, I wanna make love~
Next time we talk, I don't wanna just talk, I wanna trust~
Next time I stand tall, I wanna be standin' for you~
And next time I spend, I want it all to be for you, oh~"

The beat drops, and you sink into the rhythm, letting your body respond without hesitation. Your back arches as your hands trail down your thighs, a deliberate, slow caress. Eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself, moving with the kind of confidence that makes the air in the room feel heavier.

Atsumu shifts in his seat, rigid and breathless, the lyrics hitting him as hard as the sight of you does. Every sway of your hips, every roll of your shoulders, every controlled hit of beats your body makes, pulls him deeper into whatever spell you're weaving. Tiffany, usually loud and playful, is silent for once, too stunned to do anything but record, her lips parted in awe.

" Peakin ', I'm peakin '~
Wake up with me this weekend, we can, oh~
Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is?~
Guess whose it is? It's yours~"

Then comes the moment — a calculated move that has everyone holding their breath. You drop down to the floor in one fluid motion, spreading your legs in a perfect split, leaning forward as your hands press against the ground for balance. Slowly, you lower your body, the fabric of your shirt falling just enough to reveal a glimpse of bare skin.

"Holy shit.." Tiffany chuckles quietly, breaking the silence, but it barely registers.

Atsumu's grip on the edge of his seat tightens, knuckles white as he fights to stay composed. His body betrays him, a flush creeping up his neck, his heartbeat deafening in his ears. He can't look away, can't stop watching the way you command the room. His mouth goes dry when you grind against the floor, a perfect blend of control and abandon — every move screaming seduction.

Semi sits stiffly in his chair, his jaw clenched as he wrestles with the intensity of his own reaction. He wants to look away, knows he should, but his eyes refuse to leave you. He curses himself for how hard it is to breathe... how his mind betrays him with thoughts he shouldn't be having.

"Own it, own it, own it, own it~
Own it, own it, own it, own it~
Own it, own it, own it, own it~
Own it, own it, own it, I said~"

Standing again, you flip your hair over your shoulder, locking eyes with Atsumu once more. This time, your lips curl into a faint, knowing smirk, and his pulse spikes. He swallows hard, the sound audible in the otherwise silently loud room.

The final beats of the song carry you, each step, wave, and roll deliberate, a mixture of control and sensuality. The glow of the light reflects off your skin, highlighting every curve, every breathless rise and fall of your chest.

When the music ends, you strike your final pose, your reflection in the mirror radiating confidence. You hold the position for a moment longer, but the room stays dead silent. You clench your jaw before slowly rising and bowing... your hands still trembling from adrenaline.

And then the room erupts — cheers, claps, whistles, and shouts that feel like a tidal wave. Tiffany is on her feet, practically jumping as she cheers for you. However, Atsumu sits frozen, his mind blank except for one thing... you.

"That's our friend! That's our friend!" Tiffany's voice nearly cracks as she screams, punching the air like you've just scored the winning goal of a championship game. Liv and Hiro join her, just as shameless and frantic in their cheers, earning chuckles from a few others.

You bow your head, overwhelmed and unsure where to look, cheeks burning with heat as their voices echo in the room. The sheen of sweat on your forehead and nape feels cooler than the blazing warmth of attention that's suddenly directed at you.

"Wow," Maeko chuckles, leaning back with a slow clap, her admiration genuine.

Chris lifts his brows, his smirk almost teasing. "Looks like you've got some competition there, Ally." His words are aimed at the only person in the room who hasn't said anything yet.

Your gaze darts to Ally, confused. She's seated with her arms crossed, her lips pressed in a thin, forced line.

Maeko stifles a laugh as Ally shoots Chris a glare that could cut glass, but Chris doesn't stop.

"In our group, Ally's the one with the most similar vibe to what you just pulled off," Chris says, turning to you now, "But you? Your technique's different—more fluid, more dynamic. Even without seeing you in your element—street dancing, right?—I can already tell you'd be an insane addition to our crew."

Just as you're about to thank him, Maeko smacks his arm. "Quit spoiling it already!" she teases, and the room ripples with laughter and applause.

"She's like... the first person he's ever complimented that much, right?" Liv whispers to Tiffany, wide-eyed, as both of them remain standing.

"Yeah," Tiffany nods firmly, chuckling.

Meanwhile, Osamu casts a sidelong glance at his brother, trying — and failing — not to laugh. Atsumu hasn't moved, hasn't blinked. He's frozen, his eyes locked on you like he's just seen something divine.

"Close your mouth," Osamu drawls, "A fly might come in." he snickers.

Semi hears the comment and glances over, noticing Atsumu's dazed, infatuated look. The realization is like a punch to the gut. Semi can see it so clearly, and his chest tightens as irritation bubbles up uncalled for. Of course, Atsumu looks at you like that — like you're the only person in the room. Semi clenches his fists, jaw tightening as he wrestles with the sudden urge to step in — to remind you that Atsumu isn't the only one who sees you.

Across the room, Ally shifts uncomfortably in her seat. No matter how much she tries to suppress it, the bitterness in her eyes betrays her. She hates how good you were — how flawless, how commanding. And worst of all? How Atsumu couldn't take his eyes off you the entire time.

"That was your own choreography?" Maeko asks, her admiration palpable as she leans forward, elbows on the table, chin in her hands.

You nod shyly, offering a small smile. "Yeah."

Her face lights up. "That was... incredible. Sexy, smooth, just... wow." She bursts into laughter, and Liv and Tiffany squeal behind you, their excitement contagious. You duck your head, smiling despite yourself.

Liv and Tiffany hold up their phones, making exaggerated faces to show their disbelief and amazement. Osamu and Hiro chuckles at the two, finding their antics ridiculous but endearing.

"Ally?" Chris' voice cuts through, drawing all eyes to her. "Any comments?"

Ally exhales sharply, clearly annoyed at being put on the spot. Her lips curve into a tight, disingenuous smile as she shrugs. "It was... good, I guess."

Tiffany stifles a laugh beside Liv, leaning closer to whispering, "She's not even hiding it. She's sooo bitter."

Liv smirks, lowering her phone as if she's about to spill the juiciest tea of the century. Her voice drops to a whisper. "You know I hate her, right? Like, if we were the last two people on Earth, I'd either learn to love solitude real quick... or just throw myself off a cliff. No hesitation."

Tiffany chokes on her laughter, her eyes going wide. "What??"

"I:m not kidding," Liv says, shrugging like it's the most logical thing in the world. Her grin sharpens. "Pretty much every girl in class feels the same way. She's got this... thing. Always needs to be the star of the show. Can't stand anyone outshining her."

Tiffany furrows her brows, glancing discreetly at Ally, who's sitting stiffly at the judges' table. "Okay, yeah, I see that." she chortles..

Liv leans closer, her grin turning conspiratorial. "Bet you a month's allowance she's already plotting to challenge Y/n to a dance-off. She's that desperate to steal the spotlight."

Tiffany's jaw drops, her whisper turning frantic. "Are you for real? She's that insecure?"

"Girl, dead serious." Liv snickers, "And you know she already hates Y/n because of Atsumu. Now everyone gushing over her performance? Oh, she's probably fuming."

Tiffany tries to suppress a laugh, her shoulders shaking as she hides her face in her hands. "Oh my god.."

Liv waves a hand dramatically. "Wait, wait, it gets better. You know how she flirts with literally every guy who makes eye contact with her?"

Tiffany's head snaps up, her curiosity piqued. "Seriously?"

"Every. Single. One. Even those who aren't single." Liv says, emphasizing each word. "That's why Tei broke up with her."

Tiffany blinks, her gasp loud enough to make Liv elbow her. "Wait—Tei? Eita Semi?! He dated her?! Since when?!"

"Shhh!" Liv hisses, glancing around nervously, though her grin doesn't falter. "Yeah, last year. They lasted, like, half a school year. Maybe less. He dumped her before finals."

Tiffany presses a hand to her mouth, muffling a shocked laugh as her gaze darts toward Semi, who's sitting quietly, his eyes focused on you. "Oh my god.. how did he survive?"

Liv giggles, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "That—I don't know." She snorts, covering her mouth as Tiffany struggles to contain her laughter.

Meanwhile, back at the front of the room, Chris raises an eyebrow at Ally's lackluster comment. "Just 'good'? You're kidding, right? Y/n could easily take your spot as second in command."

Ally's glare sharpens, but Chris only grins wider, clearly enjoying her irritation. Maeko snickers beside him.

"Real funny, Chris. Real funny." Ally snaps, her tone icy, though it only fuels the laughter.

You stay quiet, refusing to engage, but a small, knowing smile tugs at your lips as the room buzzes with energy. Ally's bitterness doesn't phase you — not when the rest of the room is still basking in the glow of your performance.

A few more words, and you're walking back toward your seat. Tiffany and Liv are practically bouncing in place, their faces lighting up like fireworks as they wave you over, making you chuckle. From the corner of your eye, you catch Osamu, Hiro, and Semi clapping for you, their smiles wide. But your gaze instinctively locks on Atsumu — his expression is unreadable, yet his eyes never leave yours, as though the rest of the world has faded away.

As you reach your group, you flash a faint smirk. "So... how'd I do?"

"Girl—everyone is definitely crushing on you right now!" Liv squeals, clutching her phone like it holds the secret to life itself.

You laugh, feeling a rush of warmth from their excitement, and glance at Hiro, who gives you a giant thumbs-up accompanied by a grin so big it might split his face. Blushing, you bow your head in gratitude. Your eyes land on Semi, who shrugs with a soft smile of admiration before also giving you a thumbs-up. You laugh lightly, appreciating the support.

Tiffany, however, is already glued to her phone, reviewing the video with Liv beside her. They're both murmuring excitedly, and you shake your head, amused. Then your gaze shifts to Osamu, who's leaning back with a playful smirk.

"Definitely better than volleyball," he teases, his voice light. "At least here, you didn't spike a ball right at my face."

The memory hits, and you burst out laughing. "Definitely was your fault, and Tarou's... told you I suck at it."

"Yeah, and I paid the price," Osamu retorts, pretending to rub his nose. "First serve—bam! Right in the face. Never again."

The laughter between you all is contagious, and even Semi and Hiro chuckle. But when you turn to Atsumu, your breath catches. He's just... staring. His gaze is so focused, so unwavering, that it feels like he's trying to memorize every inch of your face.

You frown lightly, caught off guard. "What??"

Before you can say more, Tiffany suddenly smacks your arm, making you yelp.

"What was that for?" you exclaim, rubbing the spot.

"Picture time!" Tiffany declares dramatically, holding her phone up in selfie mode. Her loudness earns a few curious glances from nearby auditionees.

"Tiff, keep it down!" you whisper-yell, mortified, but she just waves you off with an exaggerated shush.

"Come on, everyone!" she stage-whispers, motioning for the group to gather. "Picture first—gossip later!"

Grinning despite yourself, you join the huddle. Tiffany positions herself in front of Semi while ensuring the rest of you are in frame — Osamu and Hiro in front, Liv behind them, and you and Atsumu in the back. You catch his reflection in the phone screen as he leans closer, and you feel your cheeks heat up at how charming he looks.

Tiffany starts counting down. "Alright, three... two..." But before she hits one, Atsumu casually slips an arm around your hip, pulling you closer to him. The sudden gesture makes your breath hitch, and you instinctively glance at him. He doesn't even flinch — his face remains stoic, focused on Tiffany's phone. "... one!" Tiffany chirps, snapping the photo.

Giggling, she reviews the picture immediately, and Semi, Hiro, and Liv crowd around her, eager to see.

"Aw, so cute! Wait... what the—" Tiffany pauses mid-sentence, squinting at the screen. Then, she snaps her head toward you and Atsumu, eyes narrowing. "Hey, lovebirds!"

Your head whips toward her, startled.

She points accusingly at the photo. "Y/n, you're not even looking at the camera! And you, blonde Miya!—stop hogging her attention for five seconds!" Her tone is dripping with mock exasperation, sending everyone into fits of laughter.

Atsumu snickers softly beside you, and you feel your face heat up.

"Let's take another one, yeah?" Tiffany insists, her voice stern but playful. "And Y/n, look at the camera, yeah?? Picture first—Atsumu-time later, yeah???" she mocks, and all you could do is look down and chuckle, hiding your flushed face.

Semi glances at the photo as the others laugh and chatter around him, his gaze settling on the background where you're caught looking at Atsumu. The way your eyes are drawn to him, twists a knife he's been trying to ignore. His lips press into a thin line before he forces a small, strained chuckle, though it burns in his chest. He quickly looks away, pretending to be engrossed in the group's banter, but deep down, the sight of you looking at someone else the way he wishes you'd look at him stings more than he'd like to admit.

You groan, hiding your embarrassment with a chuckle, while Atsumu leans closer, murmuring under his breath, "Atsu-time, huh? Has a nice ring to it."

Ignoring him, you position yourself again as Tiffany sets up the phone. Everyone squeezes in, smiles ready.

"One..." Tiffany begins, and you catch Atsumu's hand sneaking up to your waist under your shirt. He gives it a light squeeze, sending a jolt down your spine. Your jaw clenches as you retaliate, grabbing his thigh and giving it a firm squeeze.

A low chuckle escapes him, but neither of you speaks.

"... two..." His hand slides higher under your shirt, resting just below your ribs. Your breath hitches again, but you hold your ground, staring at the phone. "...three!" Tiffany snaps another picture, then another, grinning as she looks at the results. "There! Perfect! Oh my gosh, so cute!"

The others lean in to admire the pictures, exclaiming and laughing over their expressions. Meanwhile, Atsumu's hand slides down from your waist, brushing lightly against the curve of your hip before retreating completely.

You turn to him, arching a brow. "What's your deal?"

He leans back casually, his smirk infuriatingly smug as he spreads his legs slightly, looking up at you. "Nothing... just had flashbacks, that's all."

You narrow your eyes but sit beside him anyway. "You're impossible."

Atsumu chuckles, leaning closer. "When I told you I could fight... I didn't think you'd use it to go full beast mode earlier."

"You told me not to hold back," you reply, keeping your tone steady.

"Yeah, and I meant it." his smirk deepens, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Looks like I'll have to hit the gym more, though. A woman like you? Gotta keep my defenses sharp."

You shake your head, chuckling, "You're ridiculous."

"Oh, baby, I know you love it..." he quips, leaning back with a satisfied grin.

The auditions drag on, the room buzzing with muted chatter and scattered applause as dancers take their turn at front. Tiffany and Liv remain glued to their phones, uploading photos and tagging you, Atsumu, and even Osamu. Your focus is fixed on the auditionees — or at least, you try to make it seem that way. In reality, every nerve in your body is hyperaware of the heat radiating from the man beside you.

Since your performance, Atsumu hasn't let up. His gaze follows you relentlessly, every brush of his arm or shift of his leg deliberate and tantalizing. His thigh presses against yours, the warmth of him searing through your bare skin. You force yourself to stay still, ignoring the way his touch ignites a slow burn deep in your core.

"Babe..." His voice slides through the sound of the room, wrapping around you like a caress. A single finger nudges your side, demanding your attention.

"What?" you snap, your tone sharper than you intend as you keep your gaze on the stage.

He leans closer, his breath hot against the shell of your ear, as he flashes you a cheeky grin. "You're getting used to me callin' you that, huh?"

Your chest tightens, your pulse thrumming, "Can you not?" you hiss, glaring at him from the corner of your eye.

But he's relentless. A slow, smug grin spreads across his lips, "Can't help it. Not when you make it so damn fun to rile you up."

You stiffen as his hand grazes your knee beneath your bag that's sitting on your lap, his touch featherlight but burning. His fingers linger, brushing slow, deliberate circles against your skin. Your breath hitches, and you press your thighs together, willing the heat pooling low in your belly to dissipate.

"Stop it," you whisper harshly, though the waver in your voice betrays you.

His lips curl into something darker, and he leans closer, "Stop what, babe? This?" His hand shifts higher, fingers tracing a path just above your knee, sending a shiver racing up your spine.

Your cheeks burn as his words, his touch, and his presence overwhelm you. "Atsu." you say warningly, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and something... desperate.

"Hm?" His eyes flick to your lips, lingering there with an intensity that makes your mouth go dry. His tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip as his fingers slide up the back of your chair, just barely grazing the edge of your shoulder. "You know.. if yiu wanted me to stop, you would've pushed me away by now."

Your jaw tightens, your breath coming quicker despite your best efforts to stay calm. "You're annoying me." you mutter, turning back toward the person who's dancing in front.

He chuckles low, the sound vibrating through you despite the music circulating the studio. "'Cause you're irresistible." his thigh presses harder against yours, the contact sending a spike of heat through your body. His hand moves again, brushing the side of your hip, his fingertips grazing the fabric of your shirt.

He lets out a single, needy whine beside you, a sound so raw and vulnerable it shoots straight through you, igniting a fire deep in your core. His gaze shifts to the dancer on stage, but his face remains achingly close to yours, his breath brushing your skin like a soft caress.

"You know," he begins, his fingertips lazily tracing patterns on your shoulder, each touch deliberate, teasing. "When I was watching you earlier..." his voice drops, low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

You stiffen, struggling to keep your composure as desire churns within you, but the world around you blurs until it feels like Atsumu is the only person in the room.

"My mind started running..." he continues, his lips curving into a smirk, "... with thoughts... thoughts of all the things I want to do to you."

The heat in your cheeks betrays you, your breath catching in your throat as he chuckles softly, the sound dripping with mischief.

"H-Hm?" you try to hum, forcing a cool facade, but your voice wavers, betraying the effect he's having on you.

"It pissed me off, you know. Seeing guys in this room look at you while you danced so fucking seductively..." His fingers trail up your arm, featherlight and maddening, "But that's all they can do—just look". he chuckles, "Because you're mine... right?"

Your head snaps toward him, but the sudden proximity makes your breath hitch. His face is so close, yet he doesn't pull back. If anything, he leans closer.

"Baby..." he whispers, his voice dripping with need, and you almost shut your eyes, your body betraying you as a wave of heat rushes through you.

"What?" you groan, your voice coming out softer than you intended as you steal a quick glance on your friends from the corner of your eyes. Fortunately, they're busy watching the person dancing that they don't notice Atsumu's antics beside you.

He pokes your side playfully, his touch jolting you, and when you finally meet his gaze, your pulse skyrockets. You grip your bag tightly, trying to steady yourself, but the intensity of his eyes pins you in place.

"You just made me fall for you even more, Y/n.." he says, his voice soft, but the way his gaze dips to your lips betrays his true intentions. And even before you can react, he leans in and steals a kiss — a quick, fleeting peck that still manages to leave you breathless, stealing the air right out of your lungs.

Your eyes widen, your mind racing, but Atsumu pulls back just enough to flash you a mischievous, charming smile.

"What the f—"

"Let's go out later." he cuts you off, his tone soft yet brimming with confidence. His eyes flicker over your face, studying every reaction. "May I take you out on a date, Miss Y/n?" his voice lowers, sultry and teasing, the playful lilt making your stomach twist in knots.

You freeze, his words wrapping around you, your heart hammering in your chest. His gaze locks onto yours, and the intensity in his eyes makes your breath catch. It's not just you. Atsumu's breathing is heavier too, his chest rising and falling as if he's struggling just as much to keep his composure.

Before you can react, Tiffany dips her head toward your side, nearly making you jump in your seat. You sit up straight, clearing your throat as if nothing happened.

Atsumu smirks, leaning back into his chair with a smug, satisfied grin as he retracts his arm from your chair, crossing them casually. He glances over at Semi, seeing if he's looking your way again. The earlier kiss flashes in his mind — a territorial move, his way of staking a claim — and now, seeing Semi quickly avert his gaze only feeds Atsumu's ego.

"Hey, Andy!" Tiffany taps your bag, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Atsumu tilts his head, curiosity sparking in his eyes. "Andy? Who's Andy?"

Tiffany chuckles, "Andy's the main girl in Y/n's favorite Step Up movie," she explains, making Atsumu narrow his eyes in confusion.

"Step Up?" he echoes.

"Yeah, that dance movie from, like, forever ago." Tiffany leans in, her elbows digging into your bag, making you grunt softly at the added weight. "It's about street dancing. If you want an idea of how Y/n looks in her 'element', you should definitely check it out," she teases, shooting you a sly grin.

You sigh, cutting her off. "Did you want to say something??"

Atsumu quietly absorbs the info, making a mental note to watch the movie later, a subtle smile tugging at his lips.

Tiffany glances at her watch and clicks her tongue. "Oh, right. I gotta go. It's already 2:13, and I need to head to the court."

You nod, chuckling. "I almost forgot about that."

Tiffany stands, adjusting her bag. "Alright, see you later, Andy!" She taps your knee playfully before waving goodbye to the group. As she disappears through the door, you glance at Atsumu, catching him smiling at you like some goofy, overgrown kid.

You narrow your eyes, stifling a laugh. "What? Aren't you supposed to leave too?"

He pouts, leaning closer. "Come with me."

Your brows knit together in confusion. "What?"

"I swear, I can't breathe when you're not around," he whines dramatically, his lips forming a full pout.

You blink at him, unsure whether to cringe or laugh. "What the hell... are you five? And I need to finish this before I go."

He chuckles, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Two more minutes," he says, holding up two fingers. "I can change and get there in three flat. Come on."

Before you can retort, he rests his head against your shoulder.

Your body stiffens, your voice dropping to a whisper. "What are you doing?"

He barely lifts his head, his eyes narrowing as he peers up at you. "What? You embarrassed or something?"

You gape at him, unsure how to respond. Should you shove him off, or just ignore him? Either way, his warmth against you is impossible to ignore. You shake your head, muttering, "You're unbelievable."

Atsumu laughs softly, repositioning his head like he's settling into a pillow. "Then there's no problem, is there?"

You sigh, choosing to ignore Atsumu's antics. When he notices you've stopped reacting, he lets out a soft chuckle, leaning his head more comfortably on your shoulder. As you glance at him out of the corner of your eye, you catch him smiling with his eyes closed, as if cherishing every second of his self-imposed two-minute deadline.

Five minutes later, Atsumu and Osamu are gone. The studio feels quieter now, though still buzzing with the energy of ongoing auditions. Liv, Hiro, Semi, and you remain seated, casually observing the performers in front. Osamu had mentioned he needed to pick up Akari, who had been running errands, while Atsumu had to change into his volleyball attire. The sudden absence of his overwhelming presence leaves a strange void beside you — not that you'd admit it to anyone.

Barely five minutes after Atsumu walked out, your phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out to find a text message from him.

Liv glances up first, her brow arched. "You heading out?"

Clearing your throat, you shake your head, forcing a chuckle. "N-No. Just need to hit the bathroom real quick." you pray that your tone sounds casual, hoping the heat rising in your cheeks isn't as obvious as it feels.

"Oh, okay," Liv replies with a knowing smile before looking forward again, her attention caught by the judges' feedback to the dancer who just finished performing.

You nod and flash a polite smile, keeping your pace steady as you walk past them. But as you pass Semi, you feel his gaze lingering. When your eyes meet his, he offers a small smile — gentle, almost curious — but says nothing. It leaves you flustered, your pulse quickening as you hurry out of the studio.

Once outside, you grip your phone tightly, your footsteps quickening as you descend the stairs. Your fingers hover over the screen, typing out another reply, your heart racing with every step toward your locker.

You inhale sharply, shoving your phone into your locker before reaching for something else. But as your hand freezes mid-motion, your thoughts spiral. Your heart races, louder than the frantic pounding in your head. With every second that passes, the heat building inside you feels unbearable, and before you know it, you slam the locker door shut with a loud clang.

The sound echoes in the quiet hallway, and you almost jump out of your skin when you see Atsumu striding toward the lockers. The corridor is empty except for the two of you, the afternoon light streaming through the windows, casting a golden glow over his figure.

Your breath catches. He's wearing his old Inarizaki volleyball jacket, unzipped to reveal a plain black shirt underneath, paired with matching black shorts that show just enough of his toned thighs. His hands are tucked into his jacket pockets, his stride hurried and confident. The way the sunlight hits his skin, making it glow, clenches something deep in your chest — and lower.

"Why are you here?" he asks, his brow arching as his gaze locks onto yours.

He stops just inches away, and your eyes betray you, shamelessly roaming over his body. You drink in the sight of him — his broad shoulders, his smirking lips, the way his golden hair catches the light.

His lips curve into a knowing grin, an audible chuckle slipping past them. "Are you undressing me with your eyes?" he teases, his voice low and amused. "Not that I'm complaining."

The pounding in your chest intensifies. You swallow hard, glancing behind him, then over your shoulder, scanning the area for any signs of life. It's just the two of you, alone in the quiet expanse of the hallway.

Atsumu notices your nervous glances, his brows furrowing slightly before his smirk returns. "You're not planning to kill me here, are ya?" he jokes, but his tone softens when he sees the flush creeping up your neck.

You open your mouth, trying to respond, but the words stick in your throat. Your lips twitch, and Atsumu narrows his eyes, clearly picking up on your hesitation.

"Baby, I can't read minds." he says..

You clench your jaw, inhaling deeply before mustering the courage to speak. "I... I was thinking..." you start, your voice shaky, "... a-about your text."

It's a half-truth — though you've been thinking about it more than that... much more.

Atsumu's eyes sharpen, narrowing slightly as he processes your words. Then, like a lightbulb, his expression shifts, and a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face.

"Damn." he mutters, his voice dropping an octave as he takes a deliberate step toward you. You instinctively step back, but the fire in his gaze holds you captive. "If you wanna do it here.." he murmurs, his tone thick with amusement and heat, "... we better be quick. I've only got seven minutes before the tryouts start."

The air between you crackles. Your chest heaves as you try to steady your breathing, but it's no use — his words, his gaze, the way his body looms so close, it's all too much.

Without thinking, you grab his arm, your fingers curling tightly around his jacket as you drag him toward the corner.

Atsumu smirks but lets you lead him, his heart pounding in anticipation. He follows willingly, his eyes glued to your flushed face and trembling hands. When you reach the door to the janitor's closet, you throw a quick glance around, ensuring the coast is clear before twisting the knob and pulling him inside.

The moment the door closes, you lock it, your breathing ragged as you waste no time. You grab his jacket, yanking him down to meet your lips in a desperate, fiery kiss, as you push him against the wall

Atsumu groans against your mouth, the sound low and guttural, as his hands find your waist and pull you flush against him. The heat of his body seeps into yours, your chest pressed against his as your hands roam up his neck and into his hair. His lips move hungrily against yours, teeth grazing, tongues tangling in a dance of pure need.

One of his hands slides down to your ass, gripping it firmly, kneading it like he's trying to claim you. His other hand slips under your shirt, his fingers trailing over your skin until they find the clasp of your bra. With a quick flick, it comes undone, and he pushes the fabric aside, his hand quickly claiming the swell of your breasts, making you gasp for air.

Atsumu chuckles against your lips, his breath hot and intoxicating as he mutters, "How long have you been thinking about this, huh?"

His fingers tangle in your hair, gripping just enough to tilt your head back, exposing the sensitive curve of your neck. His lips trail down, grazing your skin, and his tongue flicks just beneath your jaw, sending a shiver straight to your core.

You gasp softly, and it only spurs him on. His hands move down to your ass, squeezing firmly as he lifts you effortlessly. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, locking tightly as he carries you, shifting you onto the table. The space feels too small, too warm, the tension between you both practically crackling in the air.

He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with desire. "You're killing me here," he mutters before yanking off his jacket, tossing it onto the table behind you. With hurried hands, he spreads it beneath you, creating a makeshift cushion before he hoists you up again, his touch firm and possessive.

The second your lips crash together again, it's pure desperation. His tongue parts your lips, stroking against yours in a rhythm that leaves you breathless. You moan softly, your fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer. His hips roll against yours, and the hard press of him against your core ignites a fire low in your belly.

"Atsu..." you whisper, voice barely audible, your head spinning.

"Shit." he mutters, breaking the kiss, his gaze flicking downward.

"What?" you manage, your voice shaky, your body screaming for him not to stop.

He grits his teeth, his jaw tight. "I don't have a condom with me," he admits, his voice tinged with frustration.

Your chest heaves as you pull your thoughts together. With trembling fingers, you reach for your short's garter, pulling out the small foil packet you stashed there earlier. His eyes widen as you hold it out to him, the corner of your lips twitching into a smirk.

"Better make it quick, big guy." you murmur, and the way his pupils dilate sends another wave of heat through you.

"Fuck." he groans, snatching it from your hand. "You planned this?"

Your smirk grows as you pull him back down, your lips brushing against his. "Time's running.." you whisper.

That's all the invitation he needs. His hands are back on your body in an instant, his lips claiming yours with renewed fervor. The sound of the foil tearing fills the air, followed by the soft rustle of his shorts being pulled down just below his hips.

Atsumu'z chest heaves as he strokes himself, his cock throbbing in his hand, the thin latex rolling snugly into place. His breaths are shallow, and his jaw tightens as he fights to keep his composure. The sight of you tugging your shorts down and kicking them off leaves his mind spinning, especially when he sees the darkened spot on your underwear, evidence of how much you want him.

When he grips the fabric of your panties, sliding them aside with deliberate slowness, he groans at the sight of your glistening entrance. His tip teases you, running along your folds, and you shudder, your legs trembling slightly.

"How do you want this?" he rasps, his voice thick with arousal, his dark eyes meeting yours.

"Fast.." you whisper breathlessly, wrapping your arms around his neck, your lips grazing his nose in a teasing brush. "We don't have much time, baby."

The way you call him 'baby', your seductive tone, the heat radiating from your body — it all drives Atsumu to the brink. He can't wait any longer.

Without warning, he thrusts into you, sheathing himself in your wet heat, and you gasp sharply, your fingers tangling in his hair as your back arches. Your walls flutter around him, stretching to accommodate his size, and Atsumu groans deeply, leaning into you as if he's trying to get even deeper.

"Fuck... shhh.." he growls, his hand gripping the table behind you for leverage while the other hooks under your thigh, spreading you wider. He lifts one of your legs, resting your foot on the table, opening you up completely to his relentless thrusts.

You bite your lip, stifling a cry, but the sharp snap of his hips makes it nearly impossible. "Quiet, babe.." he smirks, his tone wicked. "You don't want them to hear us, do you?"

His pace is brutal, each thrust hitting deeper, harder, making the table creak beneath you. Your breath comes in short, uneven bursts as he hooks your other leg, placing both feet on the table to keep you spread wide for him. The sight of your glistening pussy taking him so greedily makes his head spin.

"Shit." he mutters under his breath, his eyes locked on where your bodies meet, watching himself disappear inside you over and over. Your slick arousal coats him, every thrust making an obscene, wet sound that echoes in the tight space.

Your arms give out, and you collapse back onto the table, your chest rising and falling rapidly. You throw an arm over your face, trying to muffle your cries.

He grabs the hem of your shirt and yanks it up along with your bra, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. "Fuck, Y/n." he groans, voice almost cracking, his eyes darkening as they roam your flushed body, glistening and needy under him.

He leans down, his lips wrapping around one of your hardened nipples, his tongue swirling as his cock continues to pound into you. The wet, sloppy sound of his thrusts, paired with the way your walls clamp around him, sends him into overdrive.

Your head falls back, a muffled moan escaping your lips as his pace becomes almost punishing, each snap of his hips driving you closer to the edge.

"Yeah, that's right.. keep quiet." he growls against your skin, his hands gripping your thighs tightly to hold you in place as he completely loses himself in you.

Atsumu pulls back, standing tall as he pauses just long enough for you to gasp for air. Your chest rises and falls, your hands pressing against your forehead as you look at the ceiling, trying in vain to steady yourself. But before you can recover, he grabs one of your legs, hooking it over his shoulder with a firm grip. His dark, lust-filled eyes meet yours as he thrusts into you again, harder this time, his cock hitting impossibly deeper.

"A-Ah!" you cry out, the sound slipping from your lips before you can catch it. Your hand flies to your mouth, muffling the needy whimper that follows, but Atsumu doesn't relent. His pace is merciless, each snap of his hips making your body quake.

"Look at me or I'll stop." he growls, his voice thick with dominance.

Your chest tightens as you force your eyes open, trying to meet his gaze, but the overwhelming pleasure makes it impossible to focus.

"W-What—" your words are cut off by another sharp thrust, dragging your whimpers with it.

"Lean on your elbows and look at me." he orders, his tone unyielding. He stills inside you, giving you just enough time to reposition yourself.

Your arms tremble as you prop yourself up, leaning back on your elbows, your breaths ragged as your eyes meet his. The look he gives you sends a shiver down your spine — a mix of raw hunger and satisfaction. A smirk tugs at his lips before he leans down, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. His wet, swollen lips move against yours, sending a pulse straight to your core.

He pulls back just enough to whisper, his breath hot against your lips, "You wanted this... now take it like the good girl you are. And stay quiet."

The words send a thrill through you, and before you can respond, he straightens, gripping your hips tightly as he slams into you again. The force of his thrusts pushes your body back against the table, and you bite down hard on your lip, desperate to stifle the cries bubbling in your throat. You feel a tear roll down your eye to the side of your head as his deep thrusts send you over the edge of sanity.

Atsumu's head falls back, his jaw clenched as he groans deeply, his pace merciless. The slap of skin against skin fills the small room, mingling with your soft, muffled whimpers. His hands dig into your thighs, holding you steady as he chases his release, each thrust deeper and harder than the last.

The sight of you beneath him — your flushed skin, trembling body, and parted lips — is almost too much for him. His movements become erratic, his breath hitching as he feels himself barreling toward the edge, fucking you like it's the last thing he'll ever do.

"A-Atsuuu—" you whimper, your voice trembling as the tight coil in your lower belly threatens to snap. But Atsumu doesn't ease up... if anything, his thrusts become even harder and rougher.

"I'm close, baby.." he groans, his voice shaky with need. Your arms give out beneath you, your body collapsing onto the table as you bury your face into your arms, muffling the desperate cries spilling from your lips.

"Fuck... I-I am too..." you manage to cry out, your voice trembling as the pleasure slowly builds over you like a huge wave.

"S-Shit—" Atsumu's rhythm stutters, his thrusts growing erratic as he chases his release. "Cum for me, baby. C-Come on." he whispers, his hand pressing firmly on your lower abdomen as he sinks himself even deeper inside you.

The pressure sends you spiraling, your eyes rolling back as your orgasm tears through you, your body convulsing with the intensity of it. You bite your lip to keep quiet, but the sheer force of the pleasure overwhelms you, a cry slipping past your lips before you can stop it.

"F-Fuck—!!" you moan, but before the sound can escape louder, Atsumu leans over you, capturing your mouth in a hungry kiss to stifle your cries. His lips devour yours as he groans deeply, his hips jerking against you as he spills into the condom, riding out his own climax.

Atsumu's body trembles, his movements slowing as he empties himself completely. When he finally stills, his chest heaving, he collapses on top of you, his head nestled in the crook of your neck. His warm breath fans over your damp skin as both of you bask in the aftershocks, your bodies still twitching from the overwhelming pleasure.

"M-Mm..." you murmur, your voice weak as you feel the slight, involuntary twitches of his cock still inside you, your walls fluttering from the overstimulation.

The heat of the room feels oppressive, your skin slick with sweat as you catch your breath. Atsumu finally lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours as a smug grin spreads across his flushed face.

"You're hella naughty.." he chuckles, the teasing lilt in his voice making you let out a breathy laugh, though your face flushes even deeper.

He props himself up on his elbows, caging you in as his eyes roam over your disheveled, glowing form.

"We should do this before my every match." he quips with a cheeky smirk.

You narrow your eyes at him, your expression a mix of disbelief and amusement. "You're insane."

His laugh is soft and playful as he leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.

"What time is it?" you ask, your voice still breathy.

Atsumu scoffs, brushing a strand of damp hair away from your face. "Relax, babe. We've got time."

And with that, he captures your lips again, stealing another kiss as his hands trail lazily over your skin, savoring the intimate moment between you.

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A/n: Hi!! So, i wanted to end this year wt a long-ass, fun chapter — well, at least for me 😙 Happy new year, everyone! Thank you for reading my storyyy! I promise you, we're still at the tip of the iceberg 😉 so make sure to stay tunedddd!

love, eufoniee🩷