Sakusa Kiyoomi had officially joined MSBY.

And while you’d think a pro team would have its act together, apparently not even top-tier athletic organizations were immune to “unexpected delays.” The team dorms were technically ready—but “technically” wasn’t good enough for Sakusa. Cleaning crews were still doing a deep sanitization after “some issues” with the ventilation and laundry room, and until that was done, no one could move in.

So, for the next few days, he was stuck bunking in your dorm room.

Not an apartment. Not a suite. A standard-issue, narrow-bed, dusty-cornered dorm room.

And Sakusa was suffering.

His suitcase remained zipped shut on your desk, untouched. He refused to sleep in your bed, so you’d hauled in an emergency air mattress—after he disinfected it himself. His own sheets, towels, slippers, and even a portable air purifier were set up like he was bracing for biohazard fallout. You weren’t even sure if he was brushing his teeth or just chewing sterilized gum until he could access his new bathroom.

From the en-suite—the only decent feature in the whole setup—you heard the water shut off.

The door opened. Sakusa stepped out with a towel over his shoulder, curls damp, expression already unimpressed. He scanned the room. Then he paused.

His eyes locked onto your sneakers. Near the bathroom. Not on the mat.

“…Are you really just going to leave those there?”

Not angry. Just deeply disappointed. Like bacteria had personally offended him through you.

You didn’t answer.

He blinked. “Do you even know what lives in dorm carpets?”

And just like that, Night 3 began—Sakusa glaring at your shoes, visibly reconsidering every life choice that led to this moment.