#noyawata

The first time he had stumbled out of Watari’s bedroom and spotted Kyoutani on the couch with a huge book in his lap had been weird.  Seeing Kyoutani, who he was used to seeing wild eyed on the court, sprawled comfortably on the couch with a book was weird.  Looking closer and seeing that the book was some kind of history book had been even weirder.  Listening to Kyoutani laugh at him as he threw a shirt at Yuu’s face had been beyond weird.  Not that any of those things were necessarily out of character for Kyoutani.  It was just that Kyoutani off court was an unknown variable.

Especially since Yuu had just slept with Kyoutani’s roommate.  Boyfriend.  Partner?  At that point he hadn’t been entirely sure what Kyoutani and Shinji’s relationship was.

Some days he feels like he still doesn’t entirely understand their relationship.  He’s dating Shinji.  He knows that much.  He’s dating Shinji and kind of pretty much in really deep.  Like he doesn’t wanna say love.  But.  Yeah.  He even met Shinji’s family a few days ago.

He kicks the floor again and this time he hears Kyoutani shut his book right after.

“Spill,” Kyoutani says.  It’s not kind or gentle.  But it’s not all that mean either.

He doesn’t know if that’s better or worse.

“I’m pretty sure his mom hates me.”  He wasn’t planning on telling Kyoutani.  It just slipped out and he can feel Kyoutani’s gaze on him and he really wants to meet his eyes, to stare back and him and dare him to say something.  But he just can’t.

Kyoutani scoffs.  “That’s it?”

Yuu whips his head up and glares.  “What do you mean ‘that’s it’?  That’s kind of a big thing.”

“I’m pretty sure Watari’s mom hates everyone.  If I remember right not even Iwaizumi could get her to like him.   And Iwaizumi can get practically any adult to like him.  He’s polite and shit.  I dunno.”  Kyoutani waves his hand dismissively.  “So is that it?  That’s why you’re all” —he gestures at Yuu with a frown on his face— “mopey and shit?”

Yuu blinks at him as he processes what Kyoutani said.  If it’s true that Shinji’s mom doesn’t really like anyone then maybe meeting his family hadn’t gone as bad as he feared.  Huh.

He kicks the floor one more time before he hops to his feet with a grin.

“Yeah.  I guess so.  Thanks Kyoutani!”

—

Kentarou folds himself down to sit on the ground as the dog leaps around him playfully.  It’s not his dog.  Which sucks because he’d love to have a dog but his and Watari’s apartment won’t allow pets.  Maybe in a few years they can find a bigger place that lets them have pets.  Or find their own place.  With three of them the cost shouldn’t be too bad.

Yes he knows there will be three of them.  Nishinoya has become a pretty regular fixture in their apartment and, honestly, he’s just waiting for Watari to come to him with that look in his eyes that means he wants to ask something that he’s not sure Kentarou will agree with but he’s going to ask anyway.  Really he doesn’t mind Nishinoya that much.  He’s a little more spirited than Kentarou normally prefers to deal with.  But he makes Watari happy so Kentarou can deal with it.

He can deal with a lot so long as Watari is happy.

The dog leaps into his lap, licking at his face eagerly for a moment, before rushing off when it’s owner whistles.  A few moments later Watari sprawls across his lap with a grin.

“Not to too my own horn or anything,” Watari says, “but the dog loves me more.”

“Most everyone and everything does,” Kentarou growls out.

He’s not sure why he’s suddenly so irritated.  It’s been a good day.  Sunny and warm.  He and Watari had gotten some ice cream and then wandered through the park until the spotted the dog running around and had asked if they could play with it for a bit.  Now he has Watari sprawled in his lap all warm and happy and something in his gut is twisting like a pretzel.

“Kentarou?”

“Just, ugh.  Never mind.”

He tries to gently push Watari off his lap but he refuses to move.

“Nuh, uh.  Talk.”

“Don’t want to.”

Watari gives him a look and for a moment he thinks that he’ll give up.  But something he sees seems to steel his resolve because he shakes his head and crosses his arms.

“Too bad.  Talk.”

“I don’t know,” he bites out.  “I just.  I.  Ugh.”  He drops his head back to look up at the clouds drifting through the sky.  “Are you happy?”

“Right this moment not so much,” Watari answers instantly.  “But in the grand scheme of things.  Yes.”  Watari taps Kentarou’s throat gently.  “Are you?”

“Is Nishinoya happy?”

Watari laughs at that.  “Nishinoya is generally always happy.  Nice attempt at diversion by the way.  Please answer my question.”

“I think I am.  You gonna ask him to move in with us soon?”

Watari wasn’t moving much but now he goes so still that Kentarou actually looks away from the sky to make sure he’s okay.  There’s a surprised look in his eyes and his cheeks are flushing ever so slightly.  He opens his mouth and then closes it without saying anything, suddenly avoiding Kentarou’s eyes.

Did he?  Had he really not thought about it?  Kentarou snickers but even that doesn’t get Watari to look at him.  He lets the idea sink into Watari’s mind.  Watches as he thinks it over, turning it this way and that.  It takes a little while but that’s okay.  The day is still sunny and warm and comfortable.  He still feels like his gut is trying to turn into a pretzel but it’s not a pressing matter just yet.

“Huh.  I think I might really, really like Nishinoya.”

Kentarou snorts.  “Well you did introduce him to your family.  And he’s practically living with us.  I kind of figured that part out already.”

“You’re such a jerk,” Watari says.  But he suddenly leans up and kisses Kentarou’s forehead before he scrambles off his lap.  “But that’s part of why I love you.”

“Mhmm,” Kentarou hums and lets Watari pull him to his feet.  “So what makes you love Nishinoya?”

He doesn’t love Nishinoya.  He likes him well enough and Nishinoya seems to be able to deal with him and, really, as long as Watari is happy that’s all he needs.

But that doesn’t mean he’s not interested in what, exactly, Watari sees in him.

—

Shinji can’t keep the smile off of his face when he hears Kentarou grunt softly.  Most likely from Yuu flopping onto him like he’s a piece of furniture.  There’s no grumbling or rustling or thumping noises so the effort of making Yuu move must be more than Kentarou is willing to expend right now.  Shinji can’t blame him.  They had finally dragged the last boxes of their things into the house that afternoon and if he wasn’t so determined to get the kitchen set up before he crashed he would be right there with them.

He gets the dishes put away, glad that Kentarou had already picked cabinets for the spices and pans and got them sorted out, and looks out the kitchen window with a smile.

The smile on his face only grows when he steps into the bedroom closest to the kitchen and sees Kentarou on the floor with Yuu sprawled on him.  They’re both breathing deeply but he knows they’re not asleep.  They’re just exhausted and content and seeing both objects of his affection right there in front of him makes his heart hurt.  In the best of ways.

“So spoiled,” he mutters, slipping his phone out of his pocket for a picture.  The shutter sound makes Kentarou’s eyes twitch but he doesn’t open them.

“I heard that,” Kentarou grumbles.

“You were supposed to,” Shinji replies.  “It’s motivation.  Because every minute that you’re here and not helping me unpack our bedroom is another picture.  That I have no issues sending to Iwaizumi.  And Oikawa.  And Tsukishima.”  Each name makes Kentarou’s face twitch.  Shinji grins.  “And Yahaba.”

That name makes Kentarou’s eyes snap open as he growls out, “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh I would.  Yahaba loves pictures of you in, and I quote, your natural habitat.  If you didn’t so clearly love me and he didn’t so clearly have his thing going with that swimmer I would be worried he’s going to steal you away from me.”

Yuu huffs at that and turns his head, peering at Shinji through his bangs.  “Nope,” Yuu says sleepily.  “You’re ours Shinji.”

Kentarou’s glare turns into a soft look at he glances down at Yuu and then over to Shinji.

“Tiny’s got a point,” Kentarou says.  

Yuu tenses and smacks at Kentarou’s face as best as he can, suddenly not so sleepy.  Kentarou just laughs and rolls over, taking Yuu with him.  Yuu groans under Kentarou’s weight and valiantly tries to wriggle himself free.  Shinji takes another picture.

Two minutes later he sighs as his two boyfriends roll around on the floor.  He’s not sure if they’re wrestling, actually trying to one up each other, or literally just rolling around on the floor because they can.

“Bedroom,” Shinji calls out, phone in front of his face.  “Or photo evidence turns into video evidence.”

Kentarou freezes for just long enough for Yuu to slide out from under him and drop heavily onto his back.  Kentarou hits the floor with a groan.

“You’re both menaces,” Kentarou growls out.  “Don’t know why I put up with either of you.”

“Because,” Yuu singsongs.

Shinji laughs.  “Because you love me and I love you.  And I love Yuu and you are fond of him too.”

“One big happy family,” Yuu croons.  Then he hops to his feet and nudges Kentarou in the side with his foot.  “Go unpack your bedroom.  We need Shinji happy remember.”

Kentarou grumbles but gets up as well, ruffling Yuu’s hair and pressing a kiss to Shinji’s temple as he leaves the room.

“Why, exactly, do you need Shinji happy?” he asks Yuu.  Who simply smiles and starts poking through one of his boxes in the corner.

He already knows.  They think they’re so sneaky.  But he’s seen the pet shelter website up on Kentarou’s phone.  He’s heard Yuu asking Tanaka about dog care.  He already knows that they want to ask him about getting a dog.