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The question didn’t come as a surprise to Daichi. The timing, though. The timing of the question caught him a little off guard. They were in bed, naked, trying to catch their breaths after a vigorous workout. The best workout of Daichi’s life, if he wanted to be completely honest with himself. Then Kuroo turned to him, looked him up and down, and asked the mistimed question.

“So,” Kuroo drawled, “what are we now?” Daichi leaned up on his elbows, contemplating the man beside him. They’d done this a few times now. Or was it a few dozen? Either way, they’d fallen into this arrangement a little out of necessity and a little out of curiosity. They’d never discussed parameters. Daichi supposed it was time they did.

“What do you want us to be?” Daichi asked. He wanted to hear it from Kuroo. To make sure they were heading where Daichi thought - no, where he hoped - they were heading.

“I don’t fucking know!” Kuroo slumped onto his back, throwing his arms over his eyes. Daichi took a moment to really look at Kuroo.

Since the high school training camps, Daichi had known Kuroo would be a forceful presence in his life. Kuroo was smart and strong, leading a team of predatory cats straight to Nationals. And he was stupidly pretty, even with his hair sticking up at odd ends. And Daichi was currently the luckiest man on earth to be in this wonderful man’s bed.

Daichi was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to kiss that dumb face. So he does. Startling Kuroo ever so slightly.

“I need honesty, Kuroo. I don’t want to do anything that could hurt you,” Daichi hoped his voice was soft and encouraging. He hoped he was conveying enough to crack the armour Kuroo was wearing. He hoped, he hoped, he hoped.

“I…” Kuroo paused, swallowed hard, and sat up, levelling Daichi with a serious and terrified look. “I want this to be more. I want to wake up and you’re still here in the morning. I want to go on dates, and picnics, and I want to make horrible food for you because I can’t cook for fucking shit, and I want you to be my boyfriend!” Kuroo was huffing and puffing by the end. It made Daichi blush, remembering that they were huffing and puffing for a very different reason moments ago. Daichi lunged forward and wrapped Kuroo up in his arms.

“Yes. Yes to all of it,” he breathed into Kuroo’s shoulder. “Except maybe the cooking. I can cook. I’m a decent cook.” Daichi felt Kuroo’s arms come around his back and hold him tight.

“I guess we’ll take turns cooking,” Kuroo said.

i’ve restarted this like three times, and still don’t like the end result haha. here it goes anyway! thanks for sending a prompt in :) 

Daichi is torn between amusement and anger. It’s 3AM and instead of being tucked away in bed, he’s standing in the doorway of his dorm room, staring at someone soaking wet yet covered in glitter. It’s weird, hence the amusement, but it’s 3AM, hence the anger. “Uh… Kuroo-san?” He calls out. It’s a little hard to recognize Kuroo with his hair down and dripping water on the floor while also reflecting the shitty hallway lights thanks to the silver glitter sprinkled throughout it. The eyes are what gave away Kuroo’s identity, and though Daichi barely knows Kuroo, they’ve only worked together in a biology lab once, he knows that Kuroo’s friends with Oikawa, and he also knows that Kuroo has some of the nicest hazel eyes. Today those hazel eyes looking back at him look wet, and Daichi’s not entirely sure if it was from the rain. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry to bother you, Sawamura-kun, but is your roommate home?” Kuroo’s voice shakes a bit, which is tugging at Daichi’s heartstrings. Is it from the cold? Is there something actually bothering Kuroo?

“My roommate? Oh, no! Oikawa went back home for the week because his sister gave birth.”

“Really? Shit, I thought he left tomorrow.”

“No… are you sure you’re okay?”

“Uh… c-can I come inside?”

“Sure.”

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Don’t Look Away

Rating: Teen

Energy thrummed through Tanaka’s veins as he watched the new crop of first years try out for his university team. He was thrilled to finally be a senpai once again; it was difficult the previous year joining a team as the youngest and most inexperienced player when he had just left Karasuno as the Ace and vice-captain. Thankfully his upperclassmen were kind and encouraging, never belittling him just because he was new. There were a couple familiar faces as well from Miyagi, though both had been from rival teams.

He was surprised that Semi Eita, the gifted setter and pinch server from Shiratorizawa, would have taken to him so quickly. He was reliable and mild-tempered and had a carefree way of correcting any mistakes. Their friendship was simple and clear-cut, unlike his other senpai…

“Good job, Uno!” Tanaka shouted, praising a good spike from a first year. The young man was all long limbs and a big dopey smile which was stretched to the limit from being praised.

“Thanks, Tanaka-senpai!” He spouted and loped back to the end of the line, waiting for his chance to spike again. Tanaka beamed, feeling the surge of warmth spread in his chest at being called senpai once again. He couldn’t wait to see their skills improve and buy them meat buns after a hard practice.

An arm slid over his shoulder and hooked around his neck, jarring him from his thoughts.

“Mmmm, Tanaka-senpai. It has a nice ring to it,” Hanamaki’s voice murmured in his ear. Tanaka felt the heat from his chest press into his back and shivered from his breath tickling down his neck. He turned his head slightly to glimpse up at Hanamaki, whose bored eyes were watching the drills though his lips were quirked up in the corner.

Tanaka narrowed his eyes at him; he knew Hanamaki was just trying to get a rise out of him as usual. Despite the frequent provocation by the ex-Seijoh player, they maintained a good rapport, especially on the court. They played the same position, but Hanamaki never seemed threatened by Tanaka’s skills and was always quick to give him a high-five after a good spike.

“You think so, Makki-san?” Tanaka answered, keeping a close eye on Hanamaki’s expression. The changes were usually subtle, and they were usually his only hint to what his senpai was thinking. All he received was an arched eyebrow and Hanamaki’s dark eyes meeting his.

“I do, though I have to admit I’m a little jealous.”

“What would you have to be jealous about?”

“I want you to be my senpai too! Mine were always too harsh, but you’re spoiling them rotten already.”

“I’m not spoiling them, it’s just a little encouragement!” Tanaka huffed, crossing his arms and lifting his chin in defiance. He let his gaze wander back to the first years going through their drills, yet he could see Hanamaki’s grin widen in his peripheral vision.

“Why don’t you encourage me?”

“I praise you when you do well.”

“It’s not the same though,” Hanamaki groaned, dropping his chin onto Tanaka’s shoulder. Across the court, Semi spotted them just after tossing a ball to the next freshmen. He rolled his eyes, but his attention was snatched away when the next ball came sailing toward his head. Tanaka wished he could have said something so Hanamaki would move away.

It was strange because Tanaka was always an incredibly affectionate person and was never put off by a little skinship. It was confusing why the regular temperature of Hanamaki’s body pressed into his would raise his internal temperature to volcanic levels. Or why he avoided glancing at his face from that close a distance, otherwise his eyes would linger too long as he counted the light dusting of freckles across his nose. He wished those slender fingers wouldn’t press into his chest where he could probably feel the quickening of his heart beneath his fingertips.

No, Tanaka wasn’t an idiot, he knew exactly why he was feeling those things. He just preferred to avoid it. He treasured every single one of his teammates and having such a massive crush on one could fracture the good vibes they’ve cultivated among them. It was best to just treat Hanamaki like any other upperclassmen; if only Hanamaki would treat him like any other kohai.

“Hey! I’ve got an idea,” Hanamaki said, his chin still resting on his shoulder. “Let’s play a little roleplay game, where all day you’ll be my upperclassmen for once and treat me as good as these little minions of ours. What do you say?”

Send me a color and a ship and I’ll write you a ficlet that feels like that color.Featuring selectively mute Aone

Asahihadn’tbeen aware that it was possible to be this cold in the middle ofsummer. He shivered under three blankets and Aone’s high schoolsweatshirt, utterly miserable. The bathroom door opened and Aoneappeared in a billow of steam.

“Bathready?” Asahi asked, his voice creaking and hollow. Aone nodded andAsahi started clambering out of bed, only to be stopped by a largehand on his shoulder.

Itshouldn’thave surprised Asahi anymore that Aone was strong enough to do this.He had more than ten kilos on Asahi, and was built like a brick wall.But when he hefted Asahi into his arms like he weighed no more than achild’s doll, Asahi still squealed and locked his arms aroundAone’s neck.

“Stopthat, I’m too heavy,” Asahi said. Aone just grunted and shiftedAsahi into a better position. Asahi closed his eyes and let theswimming in his head take him away.

Oncein the bathroom, Aone stood Asahi on his feet and carefully pulledthe sweatshirt over his head. His track pants followed, then hisboxers and socks. He scooped Asahi back up and lowered him gentlyinto a tub of steaming water. Asahi groaned in pleasure, finallyfeeling the warmth seeping into him. Once he was satisfied that Asahiwasn’tgoing anywhere, Aone picked up the shampoo and began washing Asahi’shair.

Thiswas Asahi’sabsolute favorite thing in the world. Aone’s hands were big andstrong, his fingers thick but nimble, perfect for working the sudsthrough Asahi’s roots. Asahi all but purred with pleasure, the coldand the sick feeling far away for the moment.

“Takanobu,”Asahi murmured when Aone was done rinsing conditioner out of Asahi’shair and stood to go. “Stay.”

Aonehesitated. Iwas going to make you tea,he signed. Asahi smiled at him.

“Thetea can wait. I just want you right now.” Aone nodded and crouchedbeside the tub. He trailed his fingers through the water until Asahitwined them with his own.

Asahiclosed his eyes and reveled in the warmth and the company. When thewater began to grow cold, he let Aone help him out of the tub and pathim dry with their biggest, fluffiest towel. He dressed Asahi again,then helped him out into the bedroom and sat him down on the edge ofthe bed and tucked blankets around him. He disappeared for a momentinto the bathroom, then reappeared with the hair dryer and Asahi’shairbrush. Asahi closed his eyes and let Aone dry and brush his hair,drifting on a wave of nothingness. When Aone was finished, Asahicrawled under the covers. He held a hand out to Aone in invitation,smiling when Aone took it and crawled into bed with him.

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