Atsumu is sprawled across the floor like he pays rent. Kenma is tucked into the corner of the couch with his Switch, pretending not to listen while absolutely listening. Akaashi sits properly with a cup of tea he did not ask for but accepted anyway. Kageyama stands near the window, arms crossed, radiating why am I here. Oikawa, of course, has made himself comfortable in the center of the room like he owns the place.

Oikawa: “—and I’m just saying,” Oikawa continues dramatically, flipping his hair, “if you’re going to host a meeting, you should at least try to look presentable, Sugawara-kun.”

Sugawara smiles sweetly. Dangerously. Sugawara: “Oikawa, you wore that jacket on purpose. Don’t talk to me about presentability.”

Atsumu snorts: “Yeah, Oikawa-san, you look like a rejected host club member.”

Oikawa: “Excuse me? Atsumu, you look like you rolled out of bed and declared it fashion.”

Sugawara: “Generous of you to assume he rolled out of bed.”

Atsumu: “HEY—” He sits up. “Youre supposed to be on my side, Suga-san!”

Sugawara: “I’m married now, I have standards.”

The front door opens.

Daichi: “Hey, I’m home.”

Daichi steps in, loosening unbuttoning the top layer of his shirt and putting his police badge down on the table, immediately clocking the chaos. Oikawa waving his arms mid-rant. Atsumu arguing back. Kenma not looking up. Akaashi sipping tea like this is a normal Tuesday. Kageyama staring at the wall as if dissociating.*

Daichi exhales: “…So it’s one of those meetings.”

Sugawara brightens instantly: “Welcome home, dear.”

Daichi leans down, kisses his cheek, then looks at the group. Daichi: “No yelling. No broken furniture. And if I hear even one insult about my husband—”

Oikawa: “Oh, Daichi-kun, I insult him to his face. It’s bonding.”

Sugawara beams: “He’s obsessed with me.”

Oikawa: “Absolutely not.”

Sugawara: “Completely.”

Atsumu groans: “Why am I always catchin’ strays in this house?”

Akaashi: “Because you invite them,” Akaashi says gently. Bokuto who tagged along, yapping while sitting beside him

Kenma finally looks up: “…You did start it.”

Kageyama mutters: “Can we just talk about volleyball?”

Oikawa: “No.”

Sugawara: “Alright! Gossip first, volleyball later. Daichi, sit—tell us about work.”

Daichi sighs, resigns himself, and sits beside Sugawara as the room immediately erupts again.