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"you know, you could always talk to him."

shigeru shakes his head before watari even finishes. "what would i even talk to him about?"

his hand drops down to his hip. both of them know his mark is right there, not quite the same as it was a few months ago. it started out as an oval, once upon a time, an oval filled in with yellow that rested low on his hip. now a long, thin triangle extends out from the oval and curls around to his hip.

a lot of people meet their soulmates during the first week of high school. that's why his father has told him countless times to avoid situations where he meets a lot of people at once, just in case shigeru causes more drama than absolutely necessary.

it happens when they’re still in high school, during their third year. without ever meaning to, kyoutani reveals a hidden piece of himself to yahaba, the last person with whom he’d ever choose to share anything. what kyoutani never expects? for yahaba to take his secrets and guard them like they’re his own, no questions asked.

  • fly high | muggle quidditch!au, general, 9k+

yahaba and kyoutani have never gotten along. but now that yahaba's leading the seijoh snidgets, perhaps it's time they did...

kyoutani has issues, yahaba has feelings, and watari has to deal with both of them.

when kyoutani loses his romance novel he is upset. not only does he want to keep his appearance as 'mad dog' of aoba johsai but no one can find out that he reads romance novels. it was also his final connection with his mother. so when the team tries to help out kyoutani finding the thing he lost, yahaba became his knight and shining armor.

which yahaba is fine with since he is completely in love with kyoutani.

kentarou likes when it's quiet, so he doesn't understand why the silence is so crippling to him.

or: the person who judges you the harshest is always yourself.

“what are you doing?”

the man following him stops just short of running into yahaba full-force with that solid, tattooed body of his. “going home with you,” kyoutani says, bluntly.

it’s loud. he’s so loud at everything he does, even when he’s quiet and calm and silent. his smile is loud, his laugh is loud, the wicked of his character is loud, his whole being is loud. yahaba’s playing the loudest sound all the time, and it feels as if kyoutani’s the only one capable of reaching his frequency.

he’d be lying if he said it was uncomfortable or annoying. kyoutani wants it to be those things, but despite himself, he knows it isn’t. it doesn’t sting anymore, seeing yahaba lost in his laugh, kyoutani no longer the joke but the cause. maybe he’s never been the joke, maybe he’s learned to become the reason, of wanting to be the reason.

sometimes he feels on the top of the world when he makes yahaba laugh.

yahaba yanks at kyoutani’s uniform in the club room and ties his tie so tight after morning practice that sometimes kyoutani thinks he’s trying to fucking strangle him.

what do you do with yourself when you’ve been hoarding sexual fantasies of a man you haven’t seen in almost six years? kyoutani has a library’s worth of scenarios, sexual encounters and all sort of pornographic daydreams, and if he jerks off to the idea of yahaba one more time, he’ll probably lose his mind.

at least, before, he could invent what yahaba looked like, after forgetting as soon as yahaba had left for tokyo how he looked like, —and really, kyoutani isn’t in the mood to jerk off to his teenage stupid face,— and that, somehow, made it okay.

but as soon as kyoutani leaves his apartment on saturday morning, ready to meet the town’s volleyball team, summer sun heating the streets and making the cicadas scream like death, what does he crashes onto?

yeah. yahaba fucking shigeru.

figures.

kyoutani gets a week of gifts from a secret admirer leading up to his birthday.

  • sekihan | abo!au, mpreg, teen, 5k+

sekihan: red adzuki beans served with sweet rice in celebration.

well, they were definitely celebrating something.

  • sleep | harry potter!au, teen, 5k+

kentarou spends the night at his dorm often enough that it isn't out of the ordinary, but the first time where it should have been, shigeru misses the signs.

the black timer counts down to when you finally meet your soulmate. the red timer counts down to the moment that you die. yahaba's in the hospital, stuck with a timer that flicks between colours. at least he'll meet his soulmate just before he dies, right? but what's the point if he doesn't have enough time to spend with him?

yahaba leaned back against the wall of his bedroom, absentmindedly plucking the strings of his guitar, when all of a sudden, a soft but steady bass line began to join him from the other side.

kentarou hates watching yahaba trying to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.

in which yahaba and kyoutani go and visit their favorite former captain and vice-captain and figure out some of their own milestones in their relationship.

the ridiculousness from the sign carries onto this figure, topped with a backwards baseball cap, extending to the lollipop sticking out of his mouth. kentarou avoids shigeru’s questioning glare. his own eyes, always looking sleep-deprived or attacked by a smudging eyeliner underneath, glance up to the sign too. as if he hadn’t expected it to be this colourful, pastel, or enthusiastic.

“you’ve got to be joking,” shigeru manages to say at last,

this isn't a cute offering from one boyfriend to the other. kyoutani takes a surprised, mostly confused, but still happy yahaba on a date to an amusement park. from water sliders to a haunted house, and some cute interludes in between, they're in for a roller-coaster ride on their still so long relationship.

seeing a pretty, proper boy like yahaba get down and dirty with fisticuffs and bloody knuckles was never something kyoutani really expected to be hot for, but then he’d never seen anything like that until he’d met yahaba.

and it’s not like kyoutani hasn’t seen yahaba get violent before.

only-

only that he’s familiar with the violence being against him.

not...

for him.

in his first life, kyoutani had wings. they weren't as beautiful as yahaba's, nor as graceful, but that wasn't their purpose, after all.

or: three things that make kyoutani miss home and one thing that makes it all worth it

he supposes this isn't completely terrible. at least he doesn't hate yahaba, and sure, he'll still be worrying about not making a complete ass of himself in front of someone who's part of the small group of people that can stand to be around him, but it could be worse.

how, he has no fucking idea, but it could be.

or: putting your trust in someone else isn't always a bad thing.

yahaba is away, and kyoutani is lonely, but he'd never in a million years admit it.

he's been looking forward to this.

“i want an apology first.”

“for what?” futakuchi asks incredulously.

kentarou’s self-preservation instincts activate again and he lunges to cover yahaba’s mouth. yahaba catches him with one hand pressed against his chest, which gets kentarou’s heart racing out of fear exclusively, and not anything else.

“for making me look at your face for so long,” he says sweetly.

three times kyoutani had to hold yahaba back, and one time he didn’t.

ignoring the murmuring first years, kyoutani clenches his hands at his sides. “we need to talk,” he manages to say, struggling not to bunch his shoulders up.

“oh?” yahaba asks, looking a bit surprised. “sure, what is it?”

kyoutani grunts, glancing around the half-full gym. “not here. i… need to tell you something.”

“you’re so weird,” yahaba says with a laugh and a wry smile

this feeling inside him is building, building, built and like moss on a statue, it can’t be cleaned away even when months of mornings come.

even long after, all shigeru sees in his dreams are golden eyes peering into his soul.

yahaba can't seem to forget about this one boy.

kyoutani travels across prefectures for unprecedented reasons and yahaba happens to show up on his return. but this never happened, right?

there are also kyoutani’s lips against his ear, the contact soft in comparison to everything else, and yet so far from what shigeru needs. “you want them to hear you, don’t you?”

“i’m convinced you really are here just to stare at me,” kentarou says once he catches shigeru’s gaze for the third time.

shigeru can feel the heat rushing up to his face, unable to stop the rosy blush from blooming across his cheekbones. “actually, i came here with a request.”

kentarou raises an eyebrow skeptically, but says nothing. shigeru continues, “do you have any bouquets that mean something along the lines of ‘you suck and i never want to see you again’?"

yahaba runs into an unexpected friend or three in his neighborhood.

kyoutani doesn't like the rain too much, and it just happens to be pouring. good thing an unexpected distraction swoops in to save the day.

yahaba stood up from his desk and sat on the edge of the bed where kyoutani was supposed to be studying. “we do this every day, yanno? practice, then come back here to study,” he said, hoping kyoutani might understand what he was getting at, but the blank expression in kyoutani’s eyes showed him he wasn’t. sighing heavy, he moved over to the bed, leaning against the headboard, shoving his socked feet in kyoutani’s face. “we get about a half hour into studying and you throw a fit and turn on the tv which distracts me from studying.”

people keep looking at them. yahaba tries to figure out what is going on.

or,

word gets out that kyoutani is planning on confessing to his crush by the end of the week.

in which yahaba learns that kyoutani is anything but subtle, in all things. the hard way.

"what the fuck are you-"

“do you want to have sex with me?” yahaba cuts him off.

“what!?” kyoutani looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

yahaba doesn’t repeat the question, he knows kyoutani heard him, instead he licks his lips and stares into those wide gold eyes.

kentarou sits on a chair, in front of a mirror, made-up and ready, his head lolling to one side. he waits for shigeru to get home, his mind swirling mostly empty. the waves of his breath ebb in and out. memories that resurface get pushed away with the tide. in and out. endless waves; in and out. and then shigeru comes home.

shigeru let out a sigh. “we’re going to need a bigger house, kyou.”

“why do you say that?”

shigeru is eager for the future. little does he know it's been put into montion much sooner than he thought.

yahaba finds out he's pregnant.

with valentine's day coming up, yahaba has a not-so-brilliant idea to bake cookies. they're sweet, delicious, and everyone loves them.

except he doesn't know how to bake cookies. he doesn't even know how to bake, which may, in some ways, cause a few difficulties.

just a few.

"i had a very strange dream…”

“it’s so unlike you getting caught by a dream. you usually just shrug it off. what’s in your dream.”

“i dreamt kyoutani and i was cuddling.”

or, they finally getting their shits together. well, almost.

"call me back, i need you to pick me up."

what he's really saying is:

"call me back, i need you right now."

shigeru can't really deal with his thinking that kentarou is in love with iwaizumi, but there's no doubt in his mind that he isn't.

kyoutani is always watching shigeru when he's not watching him, no one knows it but his eyes have always been partial to the soft looking but fierce setter.

yahaba couldn't stop thinking about kyoutani, ad he wondered if the other had been thinking about him. probably not since he hadn't called.

yahaba shigeru, once obsessed with creating life itself, is now obsessed with the life that he created. he taught it about humanity, gave it language and morals, and mended the wounds it sustains in the harsh, judgmental, unjust world. he expects nothing in return. his creation thinks otherwise.

kentarou felt his body stop, it was more internal than external though. first it was his stomach that had dropped into his knees, then it was his lungs which froze upon hearing the words, then it was his heart that turned to lead within his chest; poisoning all other parts of his body, including his head. he took in a steady breath, felt his eyes sting, and twisted his face into a deeper glare than he had ever worn before.

when all is said and done, they sit on opposite sides of the bed, each nursing their own wounds. collateral damage.

somehow, they always end up here.

yahaba and kyoutani share something that burns like a wildfire.

yahaba never would have though that kyoutani is the cuddling type.

oikawa and yahaba spend lots of time together - just as friends of course. kyoutani kentarou takes none of that shit.

“we shouldn’t call you mad dog,” yahaba says, smiling like he’s pleased with himself. “we should call you dog whisperer.”

“we should call you idiot,” kyoutani snaps, “since you can’t seem to take the hint.”

yahaba finds kyoutani talking to a dog.

the snow had settled, and what was left was the crisp air and the glow of streetlights bathing everything in a soft orange glow. kyoutani thought it gave yahaba’s skin a nice, dewy color but what he didn’t know was that yahaba was thinking the same thing about him.

kentarou couldn't stop the words that had tumbled past his lips and into the open air ahead of them, he could see the words dissipate and travel off as if nothing had happened; yet it still felt like they hung heavy and hot in the cool air.

yahaba takes his wolf-shifter boyfriend out for a walk.

yahaba gets into trouble with the captain of the soccer team, though it's over kyoutani is still very, very angry.

shigeru really does not want to be hiding behind a bush right now, but there's not much else he can do.

or

in which yahaba only wants to walk his dog, but it somehow goes wrong.

  • pactum | fantasy!au, demons/warrior, teen, 800+

yahaba might be starting to regret signing that contract with kyoutani.

those, who referred the volleyball teams to animals reckoned the members of aoba johsai as wolves.

he waved his hand to prove a point, and it was an admittedly good one. the greenhouse was a mess, shattered and colored glass along the edges, cobwebs galore. the garden area was what one could’ve only described as a makeshift storage area, for fear of calling it a dump. the actual store front was barely traversable, and the dust coating every surface made it unlivable.

but it was kyoutani’s, and by extension, yahaba’s.

yahaba is uncertain, but kyoutani wants nothing more.

yahaba doesn't take naps; he's far too busy for those.

they do this a lot. tangled in each other like vines in a rose garden. it used to be a rival thing, aggressive and almost predatory, two boys trying to outdo each other for bragging rights. kyoutani can’t remember when it’d happened but it stopped being a competition. it was just two boys sharing warmth for no reason but the fact of the matter.

kyoutani didn’t mind. if anything, he loved it.

kyoutani kisses yahaba, this time with less gay panic, and more gay emotions!

i guess you never truly know someone.

prompt: i don’t mean to sound like a creep but i couldn’t help but notice you borrowed my least favourite book and i just wanted to tell you that you’re going to hate it.

kyoutani accidentally insults yahaba's favorite book.

jul 5 2020 ∞
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