This request was super fun to write, and honestly a great study in team dynamics! Apologies if I (Admin Alyx) ruined Dateko, because I don’t write them very much!
-Admins Alyx and Emma
Ushijima:
“Jesus, Wakatoshi, what happened to you?”
Ushijima raised his eyebrows askance at Tendou, crumpling his practice shirt in his hands; “Nothing. It was a good practice and I am in good health.”
“No, you doof, your back!” Tendou exclaimed. “You look like you got in a fight with a drunken tiger and lost!”
“Yikes,” Yamagata hissed, wincing visibly when he caught a glance. “Looks like it hurt.”
Ushijima looked over his shoulder, catching the reflection of his back in the mirror. It was a nightmare–long, red scratches ran from the tops of his shoulders all the way to the taper of his waist, interspersed with the occasional bite mark. He felt the tops of his cheeks warm a bit at the memory of the previous night–the way you clung to him, the way you writhed under him, the delicious point of pain when you ran your nails down his back…
“Ah,” he grunted. “____ should probably trim her nails next time.”
“Next time?” Tendou tilted his head before narrowing his eyes in that weird, almost cat-like smirk of his. “Wakatoshi-kun, are you and ____… having some fun?”
“Satori! That’s rude!” Reon chastised. “It’s none of our business.”
“It’s a friendly question,” Tendou protested.
“It’s rude,” Semi said flatly, slipping into his post-practice shirt. “So long as you’re being safe, Wakatoshi. Are you?”
“Of course,” Ushijima responded.
“Ha! So you admit it!” Tendou exclaimed, thrusting his finger out in an exaggeratedly accusatory gesture.
Ushijima blinked a few times, quirking one of his eyebrows; “Admit… that ____ and I are having sex? I suppose so, but I figured the scratches spoke for themselves.”
Aone:
A loud wolf whistle echoed through the locker room.
The cause was obvious–Aone’s broad, pale back was absolutely covered in scratch marks, bright red standing out starkly against his skin.
“Man, get it, Aone!” Futakuchi said.
Kamasaki, who had joined them for practice that day, took a swing at Futakuchi, who ducked quickly.
“Not in front of the first years, you asshole! But… nice, Aone!” Kamasaki said, giving a thumbs up. Futakuchi cackled, clapping Aone on the back.
Aone, who had been silently watching the scene unfold, simply gave a knowing smile as he pulled his shirt on over his head.
“Doesn’t that hurt, Aone-san?” Koganegawa asked, prompting Futakuchi to dissolve into raucous laughter again.
“Yes, but–”
“WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT NOT IN FRONT OF THE FIRST YEARS!” Kamasaki shouted. “Aone! I trusted you!”
“It’s always the quiet ones, my man,” Futakuchi said.
Asahi:
“Yeah, get it, Asahi-san!”
Asahi froze when he heard Nishinoya shouting at him. He’d sort of… forgotten the number you’d done on his back the last time you were together. At the time, he’d loved it. At the time, it’d been a sign of your pleasure, and he’d loved rolling into your soft body like that while you dug into his shoulders and back, biting down on the muscle between his neck and shoulders. Unfortunately, there had been some very visible consequences. They hadn’t been such an issue until he forgot he had to get undressed in front of other people.
“You’re so crude, Noya,” Daichi chastised.
“You’d have said the same thing, Daichi, and you know it,” Suga teased. “Although… yeesh, it looks painful.”
“Bet it was worth it, eh, Asahi-san?” Noya pressed, nudging Asahi in the ribs. Asahi buried his face in his t-shirt, trying to suppress the groan he desperately wanted to let out. Of course this was how today was going to go. Because this was his life.
“What was worth it?” Kageyama asked, emerging from wherever he’d been hiding. Judging by the utterly blank expression on his face, he had no clue what anyone was talking about.
“Please, can I tell him?” Tsukishima asked with a laugh. “Please? You won’t have to get me Christmas presents for the rest of my life.”
“You’re all terrible influences, you know that?” Asahi exclaimed, yanking on his practice shirt with an indignant huff, although he did hiss when the fabric scraped over the scratches.
“You started this,” Daichi countered with a smirk. “Coming in here with your hickies and your sex-scratches… living up to your delinquent reputation, hm?”
Asahi quirked his eyebrows; “Only with ____, and only when she asks nicely.”
He was mortified, but seeing Daichi utterly lose any semblance of composure was totally worth it.
Kuroo:
“I didn’t need to see that,” Kenma said flatly, looking up from his DS with his nose scrunched in distaste.
“See what?” Kuroo asked, though the way he immediately spun around to hide his thoroughly ravaged back from view implied he wasn’t completely clueless.
“Your back is covered in scratches, Captain!” Fukunaga said straight-faced, one index finger raised. His wide eyes created the guise of innocence, but the way the corners of his mouth turned up said otherwise.
Kuroo’s face flushed bright red like someone had cranked up a dial. “Wha–I, uh, that’s weird, I have no idea–”
“Mmrrrooooooowww,” Fukunaga interrupted in an uncanny imitation of a cat, lifting both his hands to mime scratching something.
The room erupted in roars of laughter. Yamamoto appeared to be crying from laughing so hard, while Yaku was snickering into his hand.
“Ooohhh, did your cat scratch you? Make sure you disinfect that!” Lev said.
The laughter only got worse after that, while Lev looked utterly confused. Kuroo yanked his shirt on to hide the incriminating evidence.
“You’re all terrible,” Kuroo said.
“You fit right in, then,” said Kenma. “Seriously, I did not need that image in my head, Kuro.”
“It’s not my fault, _____ just–”
“Nope! Not listening!”
Kenma quickly plugged his earbuds in, effectively checking out of the conversation.
“Okay but I was serious, though,” Lev said, remaining blissfully oblivious, “I had a cat scratch get super infected once! You should put some ointment on it, Captain!”
Kuroo turned around and slammed his head against the locker while Kai put a hand on Lev’s shoulder and said something to him in low tones. Lev’s eyebrows slowly lifted closer and closer to his hairline.
“Oooooohh!”
I am smiling SO WIDE right now! Asahi’s is my favorite!!
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