*Ding~

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Mission 8:

《Get Miya Atsumu to wear a skirt》

Reward: 175 points
Failure results in penalty spin.
Time limit: 124 hours, 55 minutes

Good Luck!
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"What did you do now M/N?" Was the first thing that Semi questioned on the phone.

M/N was a little perplexed, "Huh? What are you talking about, Eita? I'm in Inarizaki, what could I possibly do?"

One could almost foresee Semi shaking his head from his end as he raises a brow, "Really? You're asking me that? M/N I adore you, really. But trouble literally follows you."

M/N slumps as he lays flat on his bed his phone still by his ear, "Fine, fine, I concede. I can't even deny that."

Semi huffs with pride, "So you going to tell me what exactly you did now?"

"As much as I love to tell you Eita, the problem is I have no clue what the heck you're talking about." M/N shakes his head as he remained unknowing of whatever Semi was referring to.

A sigh could be heard from the other end of the call, "It's regarding Tendou."

Hearing the quirky redhead's name instantly caused for certain wonderful memories to pop up in M/N's mind as he fondly recalls their moments, "Hm, what seems to be the problem?"

"As I've asked before, I am inquiring about what you did to him." Semi tried to make it as straightforward as possible.

Initially, Semi hadn't got the slightest itch to contact M/N, ignoring as Tendou would sometimes randomly praise the all-rounder that was in Hyogo. However as the days passed, Semi couldn't take it anymore as Tendou continued to gush over M/N. This caused Semi's curiosity to peak as Tendou was literally singing praises and appeared to be extremely close to M/N all of a sudden. And this made Semi extremely uncomfortable. He had came first, and thus M/N was to be his.

"Oh." M/N recalls as he had a lightbulb moment. "Satori-san and I bumped into each other in Hyogo so we got a little closer."

"A little closer is an understatement M/N. You're hiding something, especially with the first name. I can sense you panicking." Semi narrows his eyes as he pressed his phone to his ear to more attentively hear M/N's next few words.

"Well, Tendou and I decided on a little deal. Betting that whoever who keeps their heart, and not fall first wins." M/N confessed, not thinking to hide anything.

Semi instantly appeared alarmed as he is utterly stunned, "Ain't that a game?"

M/N nods, despite Semi not being able to see him.

Semi continues, barely managing to hide his disbelief, "A-a dangerous game of love."

M/N smirks devilishly at his end, twirling the tips of his bangs aimlessly as he replies Semi transparently, "It's a wonderful game of hearts~"

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"KYAAA ATSUMU-SAN!!!" Screams of Atsumu's fangirls could be heard echoing down the hallway as they chased after the running Atsumu.

Generally, Atsumu's fangirls aren't that rampant, especially during volleyball and its related matches. However, outside of volleyball, it was anybody's game.

Atsumu cussed under his breath as he scurries away hurriedly trying to avoid the hoard of fangirls coming after him. It really wasn't Atsumu's day today.

Panic continue to rise within Atsumu as he noticed them catching up to him as the shouts of love became louder signifying that they were getting closer. However before he could ponder on what else to do to shake off his irritating fangirls, a hand stuck out grabbing Atsumu and pulling him off to the side.

All of a sudden, Atsumu was pushed up against the wall hidden in a gap between the various lockers. Glancing up at whoever pulled him into the corner, Atsumu's eyes widened as he recognized it to be M/N.

M/N trapped Atsumu with his hands and body, successfully shielding Atsumu away from the public view as only Atsumu's feet could be seen. And as the barrage of fangirls rushed by, they only thought that it was a random couple even going on to respectfully turn away, passing by without a hitch.

It was extremely lucky that Atsumu's hair wasn't seen, otherwise, it would've been too obvious. After all, not many have the same color and style of hair as Atsumu did.

However despite the fangirls being long gone leaving them both to the quietness of the empty secluded hallway, M/N hadn't let go of Atsumu, still keeping him caged in the typical kabedon gesture.

"A-Akiri, they're gone. You may let me go now." Atsumu speaks almost too aggressively as he tries to avoid looking at M/N. M/N was close, too close for him to think straight.

"I know they are. But I quite like this position, don't you Atsumu?" M/N questioned directly by Atsumu's ear while he slyly runs the tips of his fingers slowly up Atsumu's chest.

"I-I—" Atsumu tried to spew out a smart answer only to be distracted as M/N's fingers slipped beneath the fabric of his attire, dragging the edges of his fingertips down softly against Atsumu's bare skin.

Atsumu's breath hitches.

"Don't you think you owe me one for saving you? Hm?" M/N whispers out, leaning against Atsumu's chest, while his hands still continuously caressing Atsumu's supple skin.

Atsumu stutters, unable to fully comprehend anything due to the tingling sensation that was running through his mind just from M/N's fingers being in contact with his bare skin, "H-huh?"

"You'll do anything right?", M/N coaxed sweetly, his tone gentle and highly captivating.

Atsumu shook his head trying to clear his mind, "no thanks."

M/N momentarily closed his eyes, a beguiling grin with sharp eyes taking over, "Don't be a little brat, Atsumu. You'll do anything right?"

Hearing M/N's stern voice putting him back in his place, Atsumu melted on the inside. Atsumu not trusting his voice nods in agreement despite not fully understanding what he was agreeing to. All he knew was that by agreeing to whatever M/N had said, M/N would be happy and satisfied.

M/N grins pleasingly, "Good boy~"

Atsumu nearly whimpered at M/N's gentle praise as a pleasant shiver shot down his spine making him crave more.

Atsumu uncontrollably trembles as he inquires, "Wha-what do you want me to do?"

"Hush no need to fear, I just need you to do me a small favor." M/N releases his other hand from the wall, pushing a finger against Atsumu's soft lips in a shushing manner.

M/N continued to smile alluringly as his fingers began to trace aimless little circles along Atsumu's chest.

Atsumu's eyes drooped as he hummed, completely under the mercy of M/N's balmy touch.

Seeing Atsumu prepped and all vulnerable, M/N tenderly states his final demand while not ceasing all his little ministrations, "I just need you to put on a skirt and show me, is that alright, Atsumu?"

Atsumu, taken aback by the request flushed red instantly as he stammers, "I-I—"

However before Atsumu could properly answer M/N, another familiar voice echoed out quite far down the hallway, breaking the rose-tinted atmosphere, "Tsumu? Is that you?"

M/N cussed harshly underneath his breath as he noticed Osamu's presence fast approaching.

"Akiri?"

Instantly pulling away from Atsumu, M/N smiled innocently at Osamu, without giving away a single hint of what was happening just before, "I was just saving Atsumu from his fangirls. I'll see you both at practice, okay?"

Without even looking back at Atsumu, M/N gave a small wave to Osamu before strutting away as both twins watches M/N's figure till it vanished from their vision as he turned a corner.

Finally turning to Atsumu, Osamu finally notices the disheveled state of his brother, "Yah, Tsumu you alright?"

Atsumu feeling absolutely breathless replied airily, "Yeah, fine fine."

Osamu gives his brother a deep and meaningful look before gesturing for Atsumu to come along, "Come on then, let's get to class."

Atsumu nodded stiffly as he forcefully pushes himself off the wall, using the lockers as support and following Osamu back to class.

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*Ding~

+10 points

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Author's note:
My exams are coming AHHHH and I'm nervous about my internship next year January DAMN.

Also yay, hello to me torturing Atsumu. :) No one is stopping me.

Anyways, please don't mind any errors, vote, stay safe and

Stay happy readers! ⋋✿ ⁰ o ⁰ ✿⋌