Komori had been nervous about going to the training camp, he knew firsthand just how bad his cousin's mysophobia was. Their families lived together, so he had literally seen him through his worst. School had always been a hassle for him, volleyball was a distraction for him, so everything was fine in that department. They hadn't been on any overnight away games yet though, so this was going to be difficult.

They arrived at four in the afternoon, Komori was the one to sign them in and get the information while the taller stood with his shoulders tensed, hands shoved in his pockets. They were roomed together, as expected.

Upon opening the door to their room, the libero looked to his teammate to see how he felt about it, he looked surprisingly content with its state. The former, on the other hand, wrinkled his nose at the potency of the chemicals flooding his senses, very freshly cleaned. Sakusa had examined the bathroom and checked the sheets just in case before deciding it adequately fit his standards. They both unpacked in silence, both exhausted from the train ride and nothing worth talking about. Once finished, Komori all but collapsed onto his bed with a muffled groan into his pillow.

"Do you have to be so dramatic about everything?" The ravenette interrogated, sitting down on his bed and pulling out a book, flicking to a marked page.

"Sorry, sorry. Just tired." He yawned, rubbing his eyes as if to prove his point before glancing at the other. "Wait, is that in English? How do you understand, let alone read that?" He questioned.

"It's not that hard, you're just an idiot." He flipped the page.

"Am not." He threw his pillow defiantly, but he didn't so much as flinch as it hit him before hitting the ground.

"Don't throw things." His eyes remained glued to the page as he tossed the pillow back.

"Wait, we're in the same English class, did I miss something we got assigned?" The boy furrowed his brows in worry.

"No." He flipped another page. "We don't have any homework."

"So, you're reading in English for what?" He got up to investigate the subject of the discussion. "Ed… Edgar… Allan Poe?" He struggled out. "Hold on, that's the edgy poet guy, right?" he laughed, "That's so you, emo." The shorter mused, laying back down, chuckling a bit.

"God, just shut up. At least I can read. Aren't you literally failing? Let's keep talking when you can read an author's name properly." The wing spiker retorted, resulting in a dramatic gasp.

"How dare you! I'm not even failing, I brought up my grade last week." He huffed indignantly.

"You were failing." Sakusa reaffirmed.

Komori guffawed. "Whatever, dinner is soon. It's better to get introductions out of the way, let's go." He stood up walking towards the door, his cousin made no attempt to move, he frowned at the lack of response.

"I'm not going." The ace replied after a few seconds.

"And why not?"

"Not hungry."

"We haven't eaten since breakfast though." After a moment of silence, the libero sighed. "What is it really?" he walked over to the taller, concern apparent in his eyes.

"It's just- we don't know who's making the food, what if it's like contaminated or-" the words caught in his throat when Komori embraced him, they rarely showed physical affection for one another.

"I know, I get that it's hard, but I promise everything's okay. We'll go in a bit, let's just stay like this for a while, yeah?" He felt him nod against him.