usually, shoyo would be arguing with tobio about who's the dumbest (weird competition if you ask anyone who knows them, by the way), but today, practice was hard.
today, shoyo's tired. tobio is, too.
maybe that's what does it.
maybe it's the way their eyelids are closing, or how their bodies gravitate to each other to look for comfort, for familiarity.
maybe it's because of shoyo's unusual moment of vulnerability— of /silence/, that tobio lets himself speak.
"hey, are you falling asleep on my couch?"
shoyo doesn't answer, his respiration is slow and steady.
"are you that tired?"
again, tobio gets no response.
he sighs and stays still. he's sat messily on the big couch with his arms laying on the back of it. there's a lingering smell of this morning's rice, and the big clock in the living room is ticking loudly.
tobio takes this time to think.
he's extremely aware of shoyo's weight on his arm, of shoyo's warm breaths and the way they make him tickle.
tobio's too aware of how peaceful his friend looks like this; he could even count shoyo's freckles if he wanted to.
there's something majestic about hinata shoyo, even when he's asleep.
a magnetic pull, maybe, that brings tobio closer no matter how hard he tries to keep his distance.
perhaps this magnetic force is what brings out his truth.
"of course you fell asleep," tobio whispers. he has no intentions of waking his friend up. "you worked hard today."
the clock keeps ticking, shoyo's breath is still warm.
"you work hard every day," tobio continues.
"it's unbelievable how much effort you put in." he feels himself smile as he talks: he's fond of shoyo.
"sometimes it's infuriating," he admits, still unmoving. "it's annoying how early you get to school, how late you leave practice."
tobio sighs. "but that's also why i value you. that's why i set to you. i know you're the one meant to grow beside me, the one to... to make me better, to challenge me and defeat me," he can't help but smile softly. "like my grandfather said."
he looks at shoyo, his eyes are moving a little under his closed eyelids. maybe he's dreaming.
"that's why i..." tobio braces himself, thinking of what tsukishima told him: «let it out. even if it's just for yourself, let the words out for once.»
he needs to do this. so...
"that's why i'm in love with you."
the world's still the same after he admits it. if he thought things would change for the worse, he's proven wrong immediately. if anything, he feels slightly better.
even if shoyo can't hear him, even if they'll separate ways in a few months after graduating... it's still relieving to know his feelings are real, that they're not just inside of his head anymore.
"i know it doesn't make much sense," tobio explains, "maybe not to you, but... but you're so bright, dumbass. it's exciting being around you."
he's surprised he's been able to say this much, this articulately. he's not usually eloquent.
"and i mean it," he concludes. "when i say that as long as i'm here, you're invincible."
for a second, all tobio feels is overwhelming relief. he's in the middle of mentally congratulating himself for confessing when he also feels a pair of eyes staring at him.
he doesn't look at his friend. he doesn't want to confront that maybe (maybe!) shoyo heard him.
his resolve to look solely at the floor goes to shit when, as tobio feared, shoyo's eyes are open and shining brightly as he stares into tobio's blue eyes.
"you're in—" comes shoyo's voice.
"shut up," tobio interrupts, desperate to turn back time.
fortunately, his angst doesn't last for long, because suddenly shoyo's jumping from the couch and yelling.
tobio's embarrassed, what's this reaction supposed to mean?
shoyo giggles and grabs tobio by the arm. he pulls him close, making their eyes meet. it's endearing, as much as mortifying.
"tobio, you stupidhead! i like you so much!"
tobio takes a moment to react.
"WHAT?"
"i've been in love with you for /ever/," shoyo whines, his arms go straight around tobio's neck. "you're /so/ annoying, i could've actually been sleeping! i wouldn't have heard a thing!"
"i was counting on it!," is what tobio replies, red in the face. "you weren't supposed to hear!"
"well, i did! are you kissing me or what?"
and, uh...
listen, this didn't go as planned but if it's up to tobio to decide, he's definitely kissing his best friend.
|| finfndjjs.
i wanted to do a lil smth for @squidlywhiplash! it was a liiiitle different than what we talked abt but i think they're cute!!! love u ^^
bonus:
[while making out]
k: why did you pretend to be asleep?
h: well...
k: why.
h: i wanted to scare you. you ruined it by being lovey-dovey.
k, moving away, slightly: should i stop, then?
h, pulling him close again: NO DON'T YOU DARE
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on their third year, yachi brings candy to gift to all of her friends on valentine's day.
that day, hinata arrives slightly late to school and sees yachi give a heart-shaped lollipop to kageyama.
hell breaks loose when he sees him accept it.
something ugly happens inside of him, a sensation that's too close to the sickness he felt when he was an inexperienced boy facing the volleyball court for the first time.
only this is worse. way worse.
because this time he doesn't feel like he might shit himself, he feels as if his heart's being ripped apart and stomped on.
why did yachi give /kageyama/, of all people, a confession? wasn't she crushing on that girl with the pretty black hair?
PLEASE tell me if anyone's written smth like this but if not can we talk about angsty skts with vampire kiyoomi who bites vampire hunter atsumu and turns him and watches his descent into madness because as a hunter he hates he's become what he vowed to destroy????
can we PLEASE talk abt forced proximity because atsumu can't survive as a new vampire on his own because of his same monster hunter family????
CAN WE PLEASE talk about atsumu's resentment dissipating as he falls in love with kiyoomi but KIYOOMI'S guilt growing as he falls for atsumu???? CAN WE TALK ABOUT SLOW BURN
the sunset makes the sky look pink and orange, and kiyoomi wonders why he is only noticing now, right on the edge of the roof of his school’s building.
it’s weird, realizing how many things about life he’s ignored in favor of academic excellence. it doesn’t sit right with kiyoomi.
life hasn’t been great lately.
loneliness has been eating him alive, and something tells kiyoomi that waking up and wishing he was dead instead is not a good sign.
"fuck," kiyoomi sobs as he tends to atsumu's wounds. he can't lose his cool right now, not when he needs him.
"omi," atsumu whispers softly. "i'll be okay."
"i don't care, atsumu," kiyoomi replies, his eyes fixated on the red stain atsumu's blood has left on the clothes he's wearing. "you're— fuck, you're bleeding so much."
kiyoomi should apply pressure, do the proper bandaging, find medicine, get atsumu out of this place, maybe get a car— or call for backup? would that be appropriate? what if—
"omi," atsumu calls for him once more. "look at me."
atsumu decides to wear a patch with a different scent than his own just to see kiyoomi's reaction.
the alpha nearly goes insane with disgust because /that's not atsumu's scent/.
it's an instinctual matter— a primal thing, if you will. there's something inherently wrong with someone's natural scent being altered or changed altogether.
kiyoomi is really not fond of it.
he readjusts his facemask when atsumu enters the locker room.
"hi, omi!"
kiyoomi keeps quiet for a moment, incapable of moving. if he comes closer he'll smell more of it, if he moves far away atsumu might feel rejected.