I meant to type head, but it autocorrected to heart so love wins <3

ooooh 👀 this is intriguing. also directly appeals to my love of second gen captains <33

Futakuchi Kenji putters about the kitchen in his squarish teal neon gummy printed boxer glory. Though he wasn’t exactly only his boxers, he had, with some foresight, slipped on a more homely, and admittedly, floral apron so that he could protect his squarish teal neon gummy glory from the boiling tomato sauce on the stove. He prides himself in having some sort of rhyme and reason in his actions. (e.g. teal boxers because he’s ridiculously low-key proud about his poetically stressful term as captain of his volleyball team), even if sometimes they’re non-existent.

A smile pulls at his lips as he stirs the sauce. Now it happens to be a special day today. It’s a day of remembrance, of reminiscing today and celebrating the future. Well, it’s date night (though the actual date today has slipped his mind at the moment), and he’s going to go all-out (thus, spaghetti. Or lasagna. He has both pasta in stock.).

He has a nice classy surprise planned, all from the comfort of home. He even got his suit all pressed and ready. (thus boxers.)

Terushima Yuji, as Kenji ever so fondly recalls, never really shied away from surprises. The only problem is that Yuji always orchestrated surprises himself, and not the other way around. Yuji being surprise personified. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. A sheep in sheep’s clothing. That sort of thing. Kenji takes a spoon and tastes his sauce.

Needs more salt? He adds some salt. 

On second thought, Yuji strikes Kenji as more of the crazy soloist that asks everybody to catch up (thus a classy homey set-up).

The sauce bubbles prettily in the stainless steel pot one more time, before Kenji deems himself satisfied and he turns off the stove. He wipes his hands on a towel before slinging it over his shoulder. Time to layer the lasagna.

Pan, pan, pan. Futakuchi bangs around the cupboards looking for a pan in his boxers and he thought he was prepared.

“Honey, I’m home!“

Shit, shit. Palm to forehead. Of the many things he had to forget, and it was telling his honeybun not to come home earlier. 

Yuji gasps from behind, he hears something drop to the floor, and he tries to put up an easy smile. Spoiler alert he fails.

“Hey, Yuji, surprise.“ Somewhat nervous laughter 

“You didn’t.“ Yuji says this with the most fake-sounding disbelief in his voice. Almost like poorly stirred powdered-juice. It seems to crawl down his hoodie (yellow, because duh), to his pristine slacks (a nice dark gray, got to be classy when you work in an office), and to his goat-printed black socks.

The disbelieving boy wanders over to the pot to check the contents. From there he notices the varied unopened packs of pasta on the counter. “You were going to make pasta, for today?”

“Yeah, sorry I couldn’t finish earlier.“

Yuji smiles, a crooked one sided thing. Almost like a toy knife. “You could’ve warned me, I would have come home dressed for the occasion.“

“You would come home in your boxers?“

He seems to contemplate this as goes in for a backhug. “Maybe. If you wanted.”

Kenji sympathetically pats Yuji’s cheeks. He pinches it a bit. “Yuji, my man, if you came in your suit a bit later you would’ve had a better surprise“

True it is his fault that he didn’t warn him, but since they’re here in this situation, they might as well make the best of it. “Let’s make dinner together, Yuji.”

“Sure thing.“ He steals a kiss. He peels himself off of Kenji to pick up his bag off the floor.

“Are you okay?”

He seems to sigh a bit. “Yeah I’m fine.”

Suspicious. Kenji walks over and checks his temperature. It all clicks. The hoodie, coming home early. (on second thought, the hoodie is normal) “You’re pretty hot.”

“Well, yeah.“

“I meant it on both counts, but you have a fever.“ If there was anything Kenji didn’t expect, it’s that his date fic would turn into a sick fic.

“Yuji, it won’t ruin our date night.“

He shrugs. “I know, I just didn’t want you to worry.”

Kenji pulls him into another hug, he makes sure to rub his back. Soothingly. Not like trying to make fire. It’ll be alright. Probably.

Hi Anon! Thanks for dropping by my inbox. So this was a bit experimental itself. I hope you enjoyed? Thought the ending seems to come out of nowhere tho.

The words echoed in Terushima’s head as he processed that Futakuchi Kenji had just asked him out. The same Futakuchi Kenji that he’d been pining over for months had just asked him out, on a date. A real one. 

And shit he needs to respond and stop standing around with his mouth open. A cocky grin found its way on to his face as he took a step back, ready to accept and possibly make Futakuchi pay for his food later. 

“I’m sorry, but I have standards,” he said. 

Wait, what? That wasn’t what he’d wanted to say. 

Futakuchi’s eyebrows raised, an expression of disbelief evident on his face. Terushima had messed up, he knew. 

“Please, Yuuji. We both know that your standards aren’t particularly high, and let’s be real, I meet every one of your standards. I’m exactly your type,” he said, a scowl etched on to his face. 

Terushima felt his shoulders relax in relief. Futakuchi knew him well. 

“Oh is that so? Pray, tell then, Kenji, what are my standards? If they’ve sunk low enough that you reach them?” 

Futakuchi’s scowl was slowly morphing into a smug grin. Terushima hated how much he loved it. Hated what it was doing to his heart that felt like it was beating out of his chest. 

“So we established early on, you have a thing for brunet’s. Short haired brunet’s at that, what a coincidence that I have satisfied standard numbers one and two. Then there’s the whole personality thing you have going on. You like sarcastic assholes. Now, here’s the thing, you also like people who are taller than you. Coincidence?”

He could feel his face heating up as Futakuchi spoke. He really was nailing it. Surely that wasn’t everything but he knew his own body had betrayed his feelings on the matter. 

“Yes, a coincidence. How could you possibly know all that?” He grumbled. 

Futakuchi laughed, and if he could make a laugh like that come out of his mouth forever, he’d be a lucky man. 

“Well, you should probably reconsider ever telling your setter anything again. He’s surprisingly willing to give up any and all information concerning you.”

Terushima drew in a breath as Futakuchi took a step closer, the space between them becoming shared breathing space. If it was possible, he was sure his heart would have run in the opposite direction already. 

“Futamata is a dead man, but he couldn’t have told you everything,” he said, eye flicking down to the other’s lips briefly. 

“Bobata might have mentioned your crush on me,” Futakuchi laughed. 

Terushima cut him off with a soft kiss. If he was going to get called out for his feelings, he was going to benefit. He pulled away quickly, mindful that they were still in public. 

“So, you gonna buy me dinner tonight then? You know, since you asked me out and all that. How embarrassing.” 

The scoff that sounded as Futakuchi turned in the opposite direction, pausing only to raise an eyebrow as if to ask ‘aren’t you coming?’, made him smile. Sure, it wasn’t the best confession he’d ever had, but it came from the one he wanted. That’s what he told himself later as he stuffed his face with food. 

mmmmm yes future captains.

20. You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.

“Fuck!” Terushima yelled, throwing his water bottle down in the middle of the hallway. It exploded, spilling but he couldn’t bother to care. A couple of nurses startled at his shout of profanity but left him be.

Terushima fisted his fingers in his hair and he sank into the chair, gripping at his hair. He had grown it out of the years, mostly because Futakuchi liked it long.

Futakuchi….

The cancer had spread and they put him on life support, trying to rid him of it. But it was most likely in vain. Terushima was dumb, he knew that when you’re put on life support that that’s the last straw.

Terushima wanted him to wake up. He knew he couldn’t go on living without Futakuchi by his side, his partner, his best friend, the asshole who somehow one his heart with his snarkiness. Terushima needed it more than anything.