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None of Hajime’s friends believe him when he tells them that his snarky blonde boyfriend is a clothes thief. He knows it’s because of the way Kei conducts himself in the public, so careful to not let his soft underbelly be public knowledge. He’s blunt, a bit

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Detached, always keeping people just far enough away. Most of the time, Hajime can only get away with hand holding as far as pda goes, maybe a smooch or two if they’ve been drinking.

Oikawa asks him one night if it bothers him, his boyfriend’s casualness while Hajime is so

Clearly head over heels for him. He doesn’t have to think for a second before he shuts Oikawa down. Just because Kei expresses his love in a different way, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love him the same. Sure he may shy away from pda and big public declarations of love, but when

He comes home to Kei in his kitchen, wearing his shirt, cooking dinner for the two of them as he FaceTimes with one of Hajime’s mothers, he knows there’s no doubt in him that Kei loves him.

There was doubt, when he had cleared out a space in his drawers for Kei. Back when he was

Still Tsukki, and he had just started spending multiple nights a week at Hajime’s apartment. He had hesitated, eyes flittering between Hajime and the drawer. Then, Hajime had thought that he had jumped the gun terribly, and that maybe he was invested deeper into this than his

Boyfriend. Kei had nodded, said he would bring something over next time but his voice wasn’t convincing. Hajime tried to backtrack, stuttering over excuses, saying it wasn’t a big deal(when in reality it felt like a huge deal), but Kei had cut him off.

‘It’s not that I don’t

Want a drawer, I swear. It’s just..’ he trailed off, looking away from Hajime. Even in the awkward situation they had found themselves, Hajime could feel himself falling deeper at the red tint Kei’s ears had taken as he blushed. ‘I like wearing your clothes when I’m here.’

The admission was blurted out, almost startling Hajime. Hajime’s heart sped up.

‘You can wear anything you want. Whenever. Promise.’ His words were firm, a bit too much but how was he supposed to react to this? Kei’s eyes had widened further, before he broke into a smile,

Blinding Hajime.

He had brought some clothes over, but 9/10 times would grab something of Hajime’s over his own.

So when Oikawa had started badgering him, he exclaimed loudly for all of his former teammates to hear.

‘He wears my clothes. Constantly. That might not be

Enough for you, but it is for me.’

They had started teasing him, saying that there’s no way, until the middle man Kyoutani chimed in, his first time of the night.

‘He wears his fucking hoodie after every practice, he just hides it under the jackets. If that’s not a

Declaration of love from the bastard, I don’t know what is.’

Hajime bought Kyoutani’s next drink for effectively shutting the rest of them up. Just one drink though, for calling his boyfriend a bastard.

That night, when he returned home to Kei sleeping on the couch, wearing a

Pair of his sweats, and his old Aoba Johsai practice shirt, he couldn’t keep the grin off of his face.

End.