strength of a forest

❛ MATTSUN , YOU DON’T JUST BITE PEOPLE OVER CHIPS ?? ❜ he’s SHOCKED , absolutely appalled at the audacious treatment & statement he’s received from his friend . he requested a SMOOCH , how dare he !! he’s baffled , confused , & overall still trying to process the red mark that’s bound to be forming on his skin . his free hand shoots to cover his cheek , still staring at matsukawa with wide-eyes .

❛ well i sure as hell am not sharing these chips now . ❜ he snickers , shifting on the couch to press himself against the arm . eating HIS chips like the greedy , little gremlin he is . he’s being spiteful about it now . ❛ there is no square in this , you owe me an apology . this is the second time you’ve ignored my calls & all i did was take the chips that you WEREN’T eating anyways ! ❜

“ i call injustice! “   he shouts, faux-outrage in full effect now. a less experienced player in their oddly endearing game might’ve broken form and snickered by now, but matsukawa was a SEASONED participant by now. 

❛ no , no , no , no !! ❜ hands are thrown to hold matsukawa at bay , arm’s length preferably for his SANITY / his palpitating heart . head is bowed uncharacteristically , his previous confidence washed away within seconds . ❛ stop being so cocky , i’ll call iwaizumi - san on you . ❜

❛ you’re forgiven , you’re forgiven ! please stop in favor of my life span . ❜ his arms , once straightened falter to angle at his elbows as he drops his head onto matsukawa’s chest . emitting a soft whine through a tight-lipped expression. ❛ you’re cruel , scary ! where do you get off being this bold ?? ❜

“ pfthahaaa! “   comes his muffled chuckle from his cheek being smooshed by hanamaki’s hand holding him away. but soon enough his friend is closing the distance and he brings his own hand up to ruffle the other’s strawberry blonde hair. 

@mckkii

at first, matsukawa has a mind to play along. to clutch his heart and act like hanamaki has betrayed him to the utmost degree. but then he has another idea. he nods sagely with folded arms. 

there’s a lot of merit in being alone. for example, where else is oikawa free to sing, prance, and wiggle his half-dressed ass to his heart’s content? solitude is king, and so is he. 

but something is amiss. a sense. call it intuition. from the dark confines of the hallway, he suspects danger is afoot, so he begins hobbling his a-feet. quietly, quietly… he tries his damnedest to put his best ear forward, listening intently as he slips out of his jersey. 

and, like, nearly jumps out of his skin. “ — AAAAAWHAAA? USHIWAAAA—KAAAAAAA?” karate. those same instincts, the one he praised, lead him straight to inexperienced, wildly inaccurate karate. in his nasa boxers. with his head stuck in the arm-hole of his jersey. he wooshes, he spins, he falls, but most importantly  — he can’t see, and doesn’t know it’s actually matsukawa intruding on his privacy. 

“HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE? POLICE? I’M —  I’LL CALL THE POLICE! HAND ME MY PHONE, UGLY! FIND MY PHONE AND CALL THE POLICE ON YOURSELF — ”

it took just about ALL of matsukawa’s energy and self control to slap a hand over his mouth ( ouch! ) and muffle his sure to be ROARING laughter to nothing more than faint ‘mmphs’ from his position behind oikawa. why didn’t he have his phone? this would have been the crown jewel of all blackmail on hanger-san. and then oh my god he’s falling and screaming. 

it’s oikawa’s mouth that is his downfall. because as soon as he does, matsukawa can’t help himself as he lets out an UNGODLY wheeze before his laughter follows. 

matsukawa’s large brows raise at his friend’s retort. it’s one thing he always loved, how quick he was with smart ass replies that both caught him off guard and made him laugh. and once hanamaki’s arm is out, he only waits a moment ( or two ) before he decides to loop his arm right through, grin wide as he leans forward just a bit to close some distance.  

DREAM EATER… imagine you’re sleeping peacefully and suddenly matsu fucking kawa is just chillin in your dreams like Yo

matsukawa’s own grin ( albeit lazy in nature ) widens at hanamaki’s very visible reaction. it may or may not bring a dusting of pink to his own cheeks, but he can easily ignore that in favor of the other’s more FLUSTERED state. 

matsukawa happened to be on late practice duty this fine friday evening. mostly set up to make sure oikawa didn’t work himself into the ground. again. and when he notices that the other is still getting ready in the locker room... well how can he pass up a perfectly good chance for some totally light teasing? he practically TIPTOES into the locker room, counting his blessings that oikawa is in the middle of slipping on his jersey. he crouches down and then cups his hands around his mouth before he ( in his best, comically deep-voiced impression ) bellows.