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He considers briefly responding with a quick ‘don’t do what?’, but he knew that the other boy wouldn’t accept that as a response, instead turning his head so he wouldn’t see the frustration starting to make itself evident in the other’s posture. He’s used to it, and he hates it because he doesn’t want to be like that, he doesn’t want to be the cause that little wrinkle in the other’s brow, or the weariness in his voice, he doesn’t want any of it-

“I’m not trying to.” He mumbles instead, and he’s not sure that’s any better, but at least it’s the truth. To him it’s just how it is, his flaws are so easy to pick out and number that there’s no way Daichi hasn’t seen them, so it can’t possibly come as that much of a shock to have them stated like that. But it’s obvious he’s done something wrong, there’s almost a sense of hurt in the other’s expression and he’s not sure how to mend it, what he’s meant to say when it’s obvious (to him) that’s simply the truth.

                   Adorable Starters 

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                    2 or 3 Words || Accepting

                    He’s trying to finish transferring his notes to a more organized book rather than his loose sheets from class when Daichi talks. He stops for a half-second, hand faltering in his grip on a colored pen as he looks up.  Amazing. He’s heard a dozen other adjectives for every facet of his being. His spikes are always powerful or erratic; his smile is bright or joyous and his intelligence is unexpected. Holistically he hears dangerous or delinquent, not Amazing.

                       He feels his chest develop a tightness and a radiating heat that climbs his neck as he looks back down to his notes from his brief flicker upwards. The last thing he wants to do is embarrass himself by blushing. It’ll ruin his cool guy image— not that it matters, Daichi has seen him reading ahead in textbooks for fun and crying over bad movies and everything completely uncool but still calls him Amazing— and Terushima won’t stand for that 

28. surprise kiss

He’s almost certain he’s a dozen bundles of nerves right now, and he’s not even sure if that’s possible but, well, there’s no other way to really describe it. He’s actually a little proud of himself, really, for how well he’s managed to keep his nerves in check up until this point-

Of course now they’re actually here, right in the middle of all the excitement and chatter of the other schools, the people there to watch them (actually here to watch them, they’re here with all these schools-) and he’s absolutely terrified. He doesn’t doubt the team, he would never, they’ve soared above every expectation to get here and they’re still pushing, still trying.

It’s him he’s worried about, he’s practiced like crazy but he also knows he’s still nowhere near the level of every other ace here, he doesn’t have any flashy moves, any recognition outside of being on the team that everyone’s surprised is here.

(He’s not going to lie to himself, he’s petrified of something happening, of being shut out again, of tumbling back into that mindset again and letting everyone down-

-he’s fighting it, though, he’s fighting it because this is his chance to prove that he is strong enough, to show everyone)

He doesn’t realize everyone’s stopped until he feels a slight tug on his sleeve, until he turns and there’s Daichi’s gaze leveled at him (and he’s nervous too, he has to be, but it’s only careful observation that lends it visibility right now). He settles on a hint of a smile, a quick reassurance that yes, he’s nervous, but he’s okay.

They have only a moment, he realizes as he listen’s to the coach talk, as he gaze flickers to the door they’ll be walking through in a few minutes, and it isn’t much. They’re given a brief period to prepare, to ready themselves to walk out for their first match, and all of the sudden it’s too short, there’s not enough time and this could be his last chance to be on this court, with them-

(-with him-)

It’s his turn to tug on the other’s sleeve urgently, ignoring the concerned furrow to the other’s brow and simply pulling him off to the side, waving Suga off with a quick apology, promising to be back in just a moment, and no, he’s just fine. He’s quiet as he glances around, trying to find some corner where no one else is crowded, (just for a second, he only needs a second).

He can’t explain it, explain why he needs this, why he’d risk it when he almost panicked the last time they held hands with anyone around, but all he knows is the press of Daichi’s lips against his own is everything to him, it’s enough to soften every frayed edge, to make everything fall back into place.

(They can do this, they’ve worked so hard just for even a chance at this moment, they’re here)

He’s smiling when he pulls away, hands lingering on the other’s shoulders for another heartbeat before he pulls away, a full smile lighting his lips this time.