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necessarian) wrote2015-06-01 08:47 pm
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ask.fm round-up 1
i've decided to store all my ask.fm drabbles here for reference! every now and then i'll do a round-up post like this, with a whole bunch of drabbles. enjoy :>
oisuga + spicy food
There is only one plausible explanation: Tooru's boyfriend is the devil himself. Suga is sitting there with his usual charming smile, and there's no hint that the soup he's just cooked is a firey hell broth, peppered with the screams of demons and Sisyphean wails of futility, and with Eurydice's dying cry as a garnish. And the worst part? When Tooru asked, "Can I try some?" Suga had replied with that same smile, "Of course you can!"
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ennofuta + impulse!
Ennoshita can count on one hand the number of times he's been impulsive in his life. So, no-one is more surprised than he is when he lets Futakuchi sweep him into a hug after the match, and when returns the gesture by swinging his arms around Futakuchi's neck and kissing him like there's nobody watching—which, of course, is a terrible idea, because in the rush of emotions, Ennoshita fails to register just how many people came to watch them play, never mind the players on court.
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futaoi + shit talking ;;;;
"You think you can get the better of me, do you?" Oikawa asks, deliberately provocative. "Would you like to try?"
Futakuchi's response rapid like it was already on his lips before Oikawa even spoke. "Make me."
"Oh," Oikawa says. "I think you're meant to say that... before we make out?"
"Oh," Futakuchi echoes. "Did we do this backwards?"
"I don't know," Oikawa admits. "I've never had a forbidden romance with a rival before."
"Okay," Futakuchi says, taking a deep breath. "Let's try again."
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jaime/brienne + worship
On their twenty-fourth day wandering they pass an abandoned Sept, and Brienne stops to pray to the Seven. She pauses in front of the Warrior, and the Maiden, and she doesn't ask Jaime why he doesn't offer up any prayers of his own. Perhaps somehow she knows it's because even under the lights of the Gods, he still can't tear his eyes from her.
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ennofuta + stars
Late at night at training camp, once everyone is asleep, Futakuchi finds himself wandering. It's weird that this year they're training with Karasuno, when last year they were rivals. But it's good. Karasuno are good, and Futakuchi is working harder than ever.
It's a cold night, and a refreshing change from the awful, sweltering day. Futakuchi's muscles are not thanking him for all he's put them through, but walking at night is so calming that he'll keep going, even though his legs are aching.
He nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees someone sitting under a tree, and it takes him a good few seconds before he realises it's just Karasuno's captain—someone he can't quite pin down. Midnight is as good a time as any to try, though.
"Hey," he says. "What're you doing out so late?"
Ennoshita glances up, and if he's at all surprised to see Futakuchi, he doesn't show it. "Ah," he says. "I don't really sleep."
"At all?" Futakuchi asks, sitting down beside him.
"I wonder," Ennoshita says with a laugh. "What're you doing, then?"
"Couldn't sleep," Futakuchi says. "You lot are working us too hard."
Ennoshita hums to himself. "Well, feel free to join me. I'm just stargazing."
Maybe, working him out can wait. For now, the quiet of the night can be enough.
(Six or seven hours later, Futakuchi wakes up under a tree with his head on Ennoshita's shoulder and an arm around his waist. And a group of third years from both teams, on a morning run, pointing and laughing.)
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kyouhaba + hair dye!! (someone's gotta help kyoutani with those stripes right)
"Hold still," Yahaba murmurs, well aware that his voice is more gentle than it usually is when he deals with Kyoutani, but then, they've never done anything like this before. Kyoutani's hair is short, but Yahaba takes his time running his fingers through it anyway, prolonging the sensation even through the gloves he's wearing. And there's something comfortable about it, about Kyoutani sitting between his legs as Yahaba, perched on a chair, helps dye his hair, and although comfort is never a word Yahaba would have used to describe Kyoutani—maybe, he can come around to using it a bit more.
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matsuhana + swapping uniforms (it's canon there's a couple of panels)
"Hmm," Hanamaki says, "do you want to be 2 or 3 today?"
He's holding a shirt in each hand, and Matsukawa's first thought is, why does he have my shirt? And then, 3. Definitely 3.
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oisuga + smile
It's early morning, in the middle of a crowded train station when Suga first sees Oikawa smile, genuinely smile at him, he feels a shiver run down his spine and he thinks, "oh, so this is how it starts."
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datekou - pyrrhic victory
"Doesn't it feel that way, sometimes?" he asks his upperclassmen, but they brush it off, like it's nothing.
Sakunami spends the bus ride back to school looking at his feet. He was lucky they didn't have a better libero, and so he'd been on court for first match as a member of Datekou's volleyball club, for their first match of the year—it feels less like they won, and more like the other team lost. It was just a practice match, but Sakunami can't stop thinking about the others, and how it must have felt to have almost every spike blocked so conclusively.
25-9, 25-13.
How could they really call it a victory; how could they call it anything other than a defeat?
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oisuga - panacea
"I can't help you through this," Koushi says, his voice barely raised above a tentative whisper. He trails his fingers down Tooru's arm, just lightly. "I can't—"
He pauses, his breath hitching.
"—I can't be your solution to everything."
"I know," Tooru says, rolling over and draping his arm over Koushi's waist. Now, they're lying on their sides facing each other, and Tooru nudges their knees together.
He doesn't need Koushi to fix everything right now, and he knows that he can't fix his own screw-ups, but he feels like as long as he has Koushi beside him, close enough that they won't lose the connection, he can get past this.
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hanamatsu + swimming
Matsukawa splashes down his hands and sends a great wave through the inflatable pool that they've set up in Oikawa's backyard—the water goes straight into Hanamaki's face, and within seconds Hanamaki's sprung forward in retaliation. Only, sometimes with those two, retaliation isn't so much revenge as it is inappropriate snogging.
"Do you think they'd notice if we left?" Oikawa asks, pulling a face. "They're gross."
There is no response. Matsukawa and Hanamaki still have their tongues in each other's mouths.
"Too gross," Iwaizumi agrees, sending a splash in their direction.
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oikawa (gen or shippy!) - of bridges burned
Leaving the gymnasium makes Tooru feel like he can breathe again. Out in the fresh air, away from Karasuno, away from Shiratorizawa, he thinks, yeah, he's alright. Looking around at his team crying does make him feel weird, like he should be crying with them, but it just feels like he's moved on, a bit. And he's still moving, he'll keep moving until he's at the peak of his game—and losing, here, now? All that means is that he's ready for whatever's coming for him next.
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iwaizumi/kiyoko + first date
Hajime has been so busy furiously hiding his own blush that, when he looks up from his cup of tea at the girl who somehow agreed to go on a date with him, he notices for the first time that she's blushing, too, and suddenly he feels a lot more at ease.
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ennofuta - gravity
Ennoshita hums, lifting his feet off the ground experimentally and letting himself float for a bit. "No wonder they train astronauts in swimming pools," he says. "It's like there's no gravity here."
"Ugh, no," Futakuchi says, "that's not how—"
He keeps going, and Ennoshita lets him talk. He doesn't really care about why buoyancy isn't an exact analogue for zero gravity, and why zero gravity isn't a thing, but why astronauts use pools for training anyway. But that's not the point. The point is that Futakuchi likes to pretend that he's not passionate about anything, because it's part of his cheeky, relaxed persona, and Ennoshita will savour any and every opportunity he gets to see the cracks in that facade.
"—and that's why—you're not listening, are you?"
"Gravity," Ennoshita says, to prove Futakuchi's point, "is a social construct."
That sets him off again.
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futakuchi - mockingbird
He can't pinpoint when it started, but somewhere along the line, he becomes a provocateur, throwing back with practised ease the insults that are flung in his direction. He lets people talk down to him, lets them think he's just a joke, so that when he comes back at them they're not expecting it.
Somewhere along the line, it stops being a defence mechanism, it becomes second nature, and he can't tell it apart from how he used to be, whenever it was that he was someone different.
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kyouhaba + victory
It's not the finals, it's not even the semifinals—it's just the first day of Inter High, but Yahaba already feels like he's floating, having somehow made it through the day at the helm of this weird, mismatched team.
The weirdest part, though, is that Kyoutani comes up to him after they're off the bus. "You did well," he says, a bit of the usual edge lacking from his gruff voice, and no louder than a whisper.
"Thanks," Yahaba says. He must sound confused, because Kyoutani does that thing where he narrows his eyes and sticks his chin out.
Yahaba waits until no-one else is within hearing range. "You did well too," he adds.
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ennofuta + hands
Futakuchi traces his fingers down Ennoshita's palm, over the ridge where he's got a scar from an accident with a paring knife, and around to the back of his hand, over volleyball bruises and stray freckles. He sighs into Ennoshita's shoulder, half-asleep and crossed legs pressed against Ennoshita's back. Ennoshita hums, and Futakuchi hears the sound of a laptop closing, feels fingers threading through his.
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moniwa/futakuchi + hindsight
"It shouldn't have been me," Futakuchi confides, late one night when he should know better than to be awake. "Someone else... someone else should have been captain."
When Moniwa doesn't reply, he frowns.
"Or, I should have learnt better from you," Futakuchi continues.
Moniwa doesn't have a response for that either.
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moniwa - there will always be tomorrow
But for now, he's fighting back tears, slumped against the wall of the changing room, pressing his palms to his eyes.
"Tomorrow," the team's captain says again, but it doesn't register as more than an echo in Moniwa's ears, because it's still today, and he still feels useless.
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aone - no room in frame
"Smile!" Futakuchi says. He pauses, narrowing his eyes and glancing sideways at Aone. "You're not smiling."
"I don't fit in," Aone says.
"Don't be stupid," Futakuchi says, swinging an arm around Aone's back and shoving Onagawa to one side, "no-one's too big for a selfie."
Onagawa, to his credit, barely grumbles as he's relegated to the corner of Futakuchi's phone screen, and Futakuchi shifts himself to make room for half of Aone's face and one of his shoulders. He presses the button at the bottom of the screen, and it takes a photo with a bright flash.
"Aw," Futakuchi says. "Aone, you blinked."
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mai nametsu - wishbones and backbones
Sometimes when her mother tells her to grow a backbone, when her father tells her she should pick a real sport instead of just watching boys play volleyball, she comes close to quitting.
Sometimes, though, when she watches Aone blocking and Futakuchi spiking, she knows that she's picked the right path, because they're not just boys, they're her teammates, and they work together in ways that she knows her parents couldn't even imagine.
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kyoutani/yahaba - solve for X
Yahaba writes an equation on the slip of paper between them: 6x2 + 4x + 9 = 0. "Solve for x," he says.
Kyoutani pretends to think about it, but he's already calculated the discriminant in his head—10i times root 2—and it's pretty obvious that it's a complex solution, anyway, just from looking at the numbers. Yahaba probably thinks he's being clever, throwing Kyoutani in the deep end in their first maths tutoring session, but Kyoutani knows that quadratic equations are for babies.
There's only one reason he asked Yahaba to help him with maths, and it's probably because he's a masochist, because he likes it when Yahaba glares at him, when Yahaba purposefully throws him tosses he knows Kyoutani won't be able to hit, when Yahaba purposefully knocks their shoulders together as they pass each other in the corridors. He likes the way Yahaba always gives him these looks like he's not even worth the shit on his shoe, the way Yahaba is taller than him and always seems to be looking down on him. He likes the way Yahaba thinks he knows best, even when Kyoutani's playing him like a fiddle.
So he leans back in the seat. "This is stupid," he says, throwing down his pen. "Explain it again."
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slides over... florist au ushimoni....
"They're for your mother again?" the florist asks. When Wakatoshi nods, the florist gets a sort of wistful smile on his face. "She's very lucky that she has such an attentive son."
Wakatoshi nods again—it's easier than admitting that he just puts the flowers on his dining table to make his flat seem more lived-in, and that he's only coming to this same shop because there's something about the way the florist's fingers work around the stems, picking out the nicest combinations and arranging them in such a pleasing way, and tying them together with a satisfied smile on his face.
The florist rings up the bouquet on the till. "Oh," he says suddenly, "I almost forgot."
He jumps around, picking a single gardenia from the collection behind him and clipping it a bit higher than he usually would. Then, he leans over the counter and sticks the flower in Wakatoshi's buttonhole, the second one down on his jacket. Wakatoshi feels his eyes widen without his permission, and reaches up a hand to adjust the flower so that it doesn't fall out.
"That one's free of charge," the florist says, retreating back to the till. The florist can't look Wakatoshi in the eye, and that's Wakatoshi's only clue as to what this might mean. He tells himself that he'll work it out before the bouquet he leaves the store with has wilted, in time to think up a response when he comes in to buy a replacement.
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oikuroo - childhood friends
It's at nationals, when Tooru breaks away from the crowd, that he notices him—he doesn't want to be too obvious, though, so he waits until everyone is occupied looking through the team rosters to sneak away and confirm his suspicion that the tall boy with the ridiculous hair is Tetsurou. When Tooru moved away from Tokyo when he was seven, he hadn't even considered the idea of keeping in touch with the other kids in his volleyball club.
Talking to Tetsurou after so long is easy, though. He recognises Tooru immediately, and they get on just as well as they did when they were kids. And when they swap numbers, Tooru thinks they might even get on better.
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ushimoni + touch
The first time Ushijima touches him, just a hand on his shoulder, Kaname feels like he's going to jump out of his own skin. It had to have been an accident, he tells himself. The second time, though, it's their thighs pressed together on an empty train; the third, fingers around his wrist. After that, Kaname loses count. After that, Ushijima becomes Wakatoshi, and the touches become deliberate.
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Ennofuta + storms
It's raining when they get off the train, and halfway back to Kenji's house it starts really pouring. The umbrella they're sharing—an overpriced necessity from a store near the station—does nothing to fend off the sideways shafts of rain that blow across with the wind, or the growing puddles that easily insinuate their way into cloth shoes.
"We really should have checked the weather report," Kenji says. It's uphill to his house. His soaked jeans are not giving him much freedom on the climb.
"It's alright," Chikara says, which is probably the stupidest thing Kenji's ever heard, because Chikara's left arm, the one outside the umbrella, is dripping with water, and he's the one in the more impractical shoes.
But then, Chikara gives Kenji this grin like he's been planning the change in weather since last weekend, when they set aside some time for today.
"What?" Kenji says, because he can tell Chikara's looking for an opening.
"You'll just have to let me borrow some of your clothes," Chikara says, blandly, like it shouldn't bother Kenji at all.
In retaliation, Kenji yanks the umbrella away from Chikara and pulls it down to hide his face, to hide the blush he knows is spreading from his collar to his cheeks.
"You'll have to get a bit more water on you first," he says, muffling the indignant edge to his voice with flimsy, wet fabric.
"Joke's on you," Chikara says, lifting up the side of the umbrella and sliding back under, just as a loud clap of thunder echoes down the street, "I love this weather."
oisuga + spicy food
There is only one plausible explanation: Tooru's boyfriend is the devil himself. Suga is sitting there with his usual charming smile, and there's no hint that the soup he's just cooked is a firey hell broth, peppered with the screams of demons and Sisyphean wails of futility, and with Eurydice's dying cry as a garnish. And the worst part? When Tooru asked, "Can I try some?" Suga had replied with that same smile, "Of course you can!"
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ennofuta + impulse!
Ennoshita can count on one hand the number of times he's been impulsive in his life. So, no-one is more surprised than he is when he lets Futakuchi sweep him into a hug after the match, and when returns the gesture by swinging his arms around Futakuchi's neck and kissing him like there's nobody watching—which, of course, is a terrible idea, because in the rush of emotions, Ennoshita fails to register just how many people came to watch them play, never mind the players on court.
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futaoi + shit talking ;;;;
"You think you can get the better of me, do you?" Oikawa asks, deliberately provocative. "Would you like to try?"
Futakuchi's response rapid like it was already on his lips before Oikawa even spoke. "Make me."
"Oh," Oikawa says. "I think you're meant to say that... before we make out?"
"Oh," Futakuchi echoes. "Did we do this backwards?"
"I don't know," Oikawa admits. "I've never had a forbidden romance with a rival before."
"Okay," Futakuchi says, taking a deep breath. "Let's try again."
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jaime/brienne + worship
On their twenty-fourth day wandering they pass an abandoned Sept, and Brienne stops to pray to the Seven. She pauses in front of the Warrior, and the Maiden, and she doesn't ask Jaime why he doesn't offer up any prayers of his own. Perhaps somehow she knows it's because even under the lights of the Gods, he still can't tear his eyes from her.
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ennofuta + stars
Late at night at training camp, once everyone is asleep, Futakuchi finds himself wandering. It's weird that this year they're training with Karasuno, when last year they were rivals. But it's good. Karasuno are good, and Futakuchi is working harder than ever.
It's a cold night, and a refreshing change from the awful, sweltering day. Futakuchi's muscles are not thanking him for all he's put them through, but walking at night is so calming that he'll keep going, even though his legs are aching.
He nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees someone sitting under a tree, and it takes him a good few seconds before he realises it's just Karasuno's captain—someone he can't quite pin down. Midnight is as good a time as any to try, though.
"Hey," he says. "What're you doing out so late?"
Ennoshita glances up, and if he's at all surprised to see Futakuchi, he doesn't show it. "Ah," he says. "I don't really sleep."
"At all?" Futakuchi asks, sitting down beside him.
"I wonder," Ennoshita says with a laugh. "What're you doing, then?"
"Couldn't sleep," Futakuchi says. "You lot are working us too hard."
Ennoshita hums to himself. "Well, feel free to join me. I'm just stargazing."
Maybe, working him out can wait. For now, the quiet of the night can be enough.
(Six or seven hours later, Futakuchi wakes up under a tree with his head on Ennoshita's shoulder and an arm around his waist. And a group of third years from both teams, on a morning run, pointing and laughing.)
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kyouhaba + hair dye!! (someone's gotta help kyoutani with those stripes right)
"Hold still," Yahaba murmurs, well aware that his voice is more gentle than it usually is when he deals with Kyoutani, but then, they've never done anything like this before. Kyoutani's hair is short, but Yahaba takes his time running his fingers through it anyway, prolonging the sensation even through the gloves he's wearing. And there's something comfortable about it, about Kyoutani sitting between his legs as Yahaba, perched on a chair, helps dye his hair, and although comfort is never a word Yahaba would have used to describe Kyoutani—maybe, he can come around to using it a bit more.
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matsuhana + swapping uniforms (it's canon there's a couple of panels)
"Hmm," Hanamaki says, "do you want to be 2 or 3 today?"
He's holding a shirt in each hand, and Matsukawa's first thought is, why does he have my shirt? And then, 3. Definitely 3.
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oisuga + smile
It's early morning, in the middle of a crowded train station when Suga first sees Oikawa smile, genuinely smile at him, he feels a shiver run down his spine and he thinks, "oh, so this is how it starts."
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datekou - pyrrhic victory
"Doesn't it feel that way, sometimes?" he asks his upperclassmen, but they brush it off, like it's nothing.
Sakunami spends the bus ride back to school looking at his feet. He was lucky they didn't have a better libero, and so he'd been on court for first match as a member of Datekou's volleyball club, for their first match of the year—it feels less like they won, and more like the other team lost. It was just a practice match, but Sakunami can't stop thinking about the others, and how it must have felt to have almost every spike blocked so conclusively.
25-9, 25-13.
How could they really call it a victory; how could they call it anything other than a defeat?
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oisuga - panacea
"I can't help you through this," Koushi says, his voice barely raised above a tentative whisper. He trails his fingers down Tooru's arm, just lightly. "I can't—"
He pauses, his breath hitching.
"—I can't be your solution to everything."
"I know," Tooru says, rolling over and draping his arm over Koushi's waist. Now, they're lying on their sides facing each other, and Tooru nudges their knees together.
He doesn't need Koushi to fix everything right now, and he knows that he can't fix his own screw-ups, but he feels like as long as he has Koushi beside him, close enough that they won't lose the connection, he can get past this.
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hanamatsu + swimming
Matsukawa splashes down his hands and sends a great wave through the inflatable pool that they've set up in Oikawa's backyard—the water goes straight into Hanamaki's face, and within seconds Hanamaki's sprung forward in retaliation. Only, sometimes with those two, retaliation isn't so much revenge as it is inappropriate snogging.
"Do you think they'd notice if we left?" Oikawa asks, pulling a face. "They're gross."
There is no response. Matsukawa and Hanamaki still have their tongues in each other's mouths.
"Too gross," Iwaizumi agrees, sending a splash in their direction.
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oikawa (gen or shippy!) - of bridges burned
Leaving the gymnasium makes Tooru feel like he can breathe again. Out in the fresh air, away from Karasuno, away from Shiratorizawa, he thinks, yeah, he's alright. Looking around at his team crying does make him feel weird, like he should be crying with them, but it just feels like he's moved on, a bit. And he's still moving, he'll keep moving until he's at the peak of his game—and losing, here, now? All that means is that he's ready for whatever's coming for him next.
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iwaizumi/kiyoko + first date
Hajime has been so busy furiously hiding his own blush that, when he looks up from his cup of tea at the girl who somehow agreed to go on a date with him, he notices for the first time that she's blushing, too, and suddenly he feels a lot more at ease.
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ennofuta - gravity
Ennoshita hums, lifting his feet off the ground experimentally and letting himself float for a bit. "No wonder they train astronauts in swimming pools," he says. "It's like there's no gravity here."
"Ugh, no," Futakuchi says, "that's not how—"
He keeps going, and Ennoshita lets him talk. He doesn't really care about why buoyancy isn't an exact analogue for zero gravity, and why zero gravity isn't a thing, but why astronauts use pools for training anyway. But that's not the point. The point is that Futakuchi likes to pretend that he's not passionate about anything, because it's part of his cheeky, relaxed persona, and Ennoshita will savour any and every opportunity he gets to see the cracks in that facade.
"—and that's why—you're not listening, are you?"
"Gravity," Ennoshita says, to prove Futakuchi's point, "is a social construct."
That sets him off again.
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futakuchi - mockingbird
He can't pinpoint when it started, but somewhere along the line, he becomes a provocateur, throwing back with practised ease the insults that are flung in his direction. He lets people talk down to him, lets them think he's just a joke, so that when he comes back at them they're not expecting it.
Somewhere along the line, it stops being a defence mechanism, it becomes second nature, and he can't tell it apart from how he used to be, whenever it was that he was someone different.
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kyouhaba + victory
It's not the finals, it's not even the semifinals—it's just the first day of Inter High, but Yahaba already feels like he's floating, having somehow made it through the day at the helm of this weird, mismatched team.
The weirdest part, though, is that Kyoutani comes up to him after they're off the bus. "You did well," he says, a bit of the usual edge lacking from his gruff voice, and no louder than a whisper.
"Thanks," Yahaba says. He must sound confused, because Kyoutani does that thing where he narrows his eyes and sticks his chin out.
Yahaba waits until no-one else is within hearing range. "You did well too," he adds.
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ennofuta + hands
Futakuchi traces his fingers down Ennoshita's palm, over the ridge where he's got a scar from an accident with a paring knife, and around to the back of his hand, over volleyball bruises and stray freckles. He sighs into Ennoshita's shoulder, half-asleep and crossed legs pressed against Ennoshita's back. Ennoshita hums, and Futakuchi hears the sound of a laptop closing, feels fingers threading through his.
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moniwa/futakuchi + hindsight
"It shouldn't have been me," Futakuchi confides, late one night when he should know better than to be awake. "Someone else... someone else should have been captain."
When Moniwa doesn't reply, he frowns.
"Or, I should have learnt better from you," Futakuchi continues.
Moniwa doesn't have a response for that either.
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moniwa - there will always be tomorrow
But for now, he's fighting back tears, slumped against the wall of the changing room, pressing his palms to his eyes.
"Tomorrow," the team's captain says again, but it doesn't register as more than an echo in Moniwa's ears, because it's still today, and he still feels useless.
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aone - no room in frame
"Smile!" Futakuchi says. He pauses, narrowing his eyes and glancing sideways at Aone. "You're not smiling."
"I don't fit in," Aone says.
"Don't be stupid," Futakuchi says, swinging an arm around Aone's back and shoving Onagawa to one side, "no-one's too big for a selfie."
Onagawa, to his credit, barely grumbles as he's relegated to the corner of Futakuchi's phone screen, and Futakuchi shifts himself to make room for half of Aone's face and one of his shoulders. He presses the button at the bottom of the screen, and it takes a photo with a bright flash.
"Aw," Futakuchi says. "Aone, you blinked."
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mai nametsu - wishbones and backbones
Sometimes when her mother tells her to grow a backbone, when her father tells her she should pick a real sport instead of just watching boys play volleyball, she comes close to quitting.
Sometimes, though, when she watches Aone blocking and Futakuchi spiking, she knows that she's picked the right path, because they're not just boys, they're her teammates, and they work together in ways that she knows her parents couldn't even imagine.
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kyoutani/yahaba - solve for X
Yahaba writes an equation on the slip of paper between them: 6x2 + 4x + 9 = 0. "Solve for x," he says.
Kyoutani pretends to think about it, but he's already calculated the discriminant in his head—10i times root 2—and it's pretty obvious that it's a complex solution, anyway, just from looking at the numbers. Yahaba probably thinks he's being clever, throwing Kyoutani in the deep end in their first maths tutoring session, but Kyoutani knows that quadratic equations are for babies.
There's only one reason he asked Yahaba to help him with maths, and it's probably because he's a masochist, because he likes it when Yahaba glares at him, when Yahaba purposefully throws him tosses he knows Kyoutani won't be able to hit, when Yahaba purposefully knocks their shoulders together as they pass each other in the corridors. He likes the way Yahaba always gives him these looks like he's not even worth the shit on his shoe, the way Yahaba is taller than him and always seems to be looking down on him. He likes the way Yahaba thinks he knows best, even when Kyoutani's playing him like a fiddle.
So he leans back in the seat. "This is stupid," he says, throwing down his pen. "Explain it again."
-
slides over... florist au ushimoni....
"They're for your mother again?" the florist asks. When Wakatoshi nods, the florist gets a sort of wistful smile on his face. "She's very lucky that she has such an attentive son."
Wakatoshi nods again—it's easier than admitting that he just puts the flowers on his dining table to make his flat seem more lived-in, and that he's only coming to this same shop because there's something about the way the florist's fingers work around the stems, picking out the nicest combinations and arranging them in such a pleasing way, and tying them together with a satisfied smile on his face.
The florist rings up the bouquet on the till. "Oh," he says suddenly, "I almost forgot."
He jumps around, picking a single gardenia from the collection behind him and clipping it a bit higher than he usually would. Then, he leans over the counter and sticks the flower in Wakatoshi's buttonhole, the second one down on his jacket. Wakatoshi feels his eyes widen without his permission, and reaches up a hand to adjust the flower so that it doesn't fall out.
"That one's free of charge," the florist says, retreating back to the till. The florist can't look Wakatoshi in the eye, and that's Wakatoshi's only clue as to what this might mean. He tells himself that he'll work it out before the bouquet he leaves the store with has wilted, in time to think up a response when he comes in to buy a replacement.
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oikuroo - childhood friends
It's at nationals, when Tooru breaks away from the crowd, that he notices him—he doesn't want to be too obvious, though, so he waits until everyone is occupied looking through the team rosters to sneak away and confirm his suspicion that the tall boy with the ridiculous hair is Tetsurou. When Tooru moved away from Tokyo when he was seven, he hadn't even considered the idea of keeping in touch with the other kids in his volleyball club.
Talking to Tetsurou after so long is easy, though. He recognises Tooru immediately, and they get on just as well as they did when they were kids. And when they swap numbers, Tooru thinks they might even get on better.
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ushimoni + touch
The first time Ushijima touches him, just a hand on his shoulder, Kaname feels like he's going to jump out of his own skin. It had to have been an accident, he tells himself. The second time, though, it's their thighs pressed together on an empty train; the third, fingers around his wrist. After that, Kaname loses count. After that, Ushijima becomes Wakatoshi, and the touches become deliberate.
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Ennofuta + storms
It's raining when they get off the train, and halfway back to Kenji's house it starts really pouring. The umbrella they're sharing—an overpriced necessity from a store near the station—does nothing to fend off the sideways shafts of rain that blow across with the wind, or the growing puddles that easily insinuate their way into cloth shoes.
"We really should have checked the weather report," Kenji says. It's uphill to his house. His soaked jeans are not giving him much freedom on the climb.
"It's alright," Chikara says, which is probably the stupidest thing Kenji's ever heard, because Chikara's left arm, the one outside the umbrella, is dripping with water, and he's the one in the more impractical shoes.
But then, Chikara gives Kenji this grin like he's been planning the change in weather since last weekend, when they set aside some time for today.
"What?" Kenji says, because he can tell Chikara's looking for an opening.
"You'll just have to let me borrow some of your clothes," Chikara says, blandly, like it shouldn't bother Kenji at all.
In retaliation, Kenji yanks the umbrella away from Chikara and pulls it down to hide his face, to hide the blush he knows is spreading from his collar to his cheeks.
"You'll have to get a bit more water on you first," he says, muffling the indignant edge to his voice with flimsy, wet fabric.
"Joke's on you," Chikara says, lifting up the side of the umbrella and sliding back under, just as a loud clap of thunder echoes down the street, "I love this weather."