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tobio glances up. akira's face is half shadowed, painting the left side of his face in darkness. the denim jacket drapes over his shoulder, threatening to fall into a pool on the dusty grey mat under his feet. tobio leans up into the crook of akira's neck and inhales, nose brushing against pale collarbones
akira smells like lavender body wash, like he smokes a pack of winston classic a day, like he belongs to no one but himself
but tobio wonders if akira would give himself to him. just for a short while
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someone is calling his name
kageyama! kageyama, come find me!
if only he could remember who
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his fumbling alone could no longer reach Kageyama Tobio.
kunimi akira navigates his own feelings stemming from childhood guilt, and takes this bit by bit to rediscover kageyama tobio
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i watch you dancing and something in my chest pinwheels forward like a topspin serve or a throwing knife or debris at the foot of a landslide
post-timeskip fwb knkg
notes: i. venus in taurus. kageyama pov. ii. venus in sagittarius. kunimi pov. iii. venus trine mars. kageyama pov.
we’re filming the movie called Planet of Love— there’s sex of course, and ballroom dancing, fancy clothes and waterlilies in the pond (...) but then the too white teeth all night...
-richard siken