“Mmm,” Sakusa hums, then straightens up. “Oh, there was one thing I forgot to set out.” Atsumu clutches his towel as Sakusa walks over to his dresser and crouches down to find something in the bottom drawer. When he turns around, he’s clutching a large plug. Atsumu thinks about trying to make it an hour with that inside him and feels the color drain from his face. “Omi, that’s mean.” Sakusa laughs quietly. “You like me mean.”