#tanatora

Tanaka and Yamamoto are crying, I can’t-

THIS IS very CUTE

Taketora wrinkled his nose, but only for a moment. He was trying to look disappointed as the seat assignments came out; he mumbled something about the Karasuno managers.

“Too bad,” Ryuu said, slapping his arm. “Guess it’s you and me.” 

Taketora didn’t know anyone who understood him as well as Ryuu did—as immediately. But he let out a sigh anyway. “I guess so.”

Ryuu grinned, and his slap turned into a punch. “Don’t sound so disappointed!”

Well—that was just the thing. Taketora wasn’t disappointed. But he should have been, here in his third year, still not knowing any girls who’d give him the time of day. He looked at Ryuu. “Don’t bore me too much,” he said, fighting a smile.

“Me? Bore you? The sun still rises in the East, right?”

Taketora couldn’t help laughing. Dammit! That kept happening, too. He was pretty sure it wasn’t meant to. They filed onto the bus, and he put the thought from his mind. Tried to, anyway. No one made him laugh like Ryuu did, in addition to getting him. Ryuu had an unfair advantage, in being so similar Taketora wondered about all the things they had in common. He felt the warm line of Ryuu along his side, half-listening to Ryuu’s rant about some type of shoe sole he’d heard about and how he wasn’t sure it was worth the money. He let his hand drop between them.

Ryuu didn’t take it, of course. That wasn’t what was happening here. But Ryuu’s hand dropped at some point, and the knuckles of their hands brushed. Taketora had been aware of girls like this, once. And now he was aware of Ryuu.

Damn, he thought, and didn’t say anything on the matter. Ryuu continued on, his voice comforting. Taketora took a deep breath.

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Ryuu is wrist deep in orange goo when a laugh sounds next to him, loud and excited. Taketora greets him with a kiss on the cheek, heedless of the mess that he leans into to do it. When he pulls away he lifts his hand off the table, a tiny seed stuck to his skin amidst the aforementioned orange goo. There’s another pumpkin on the table next to the one Ryuu is working on, already empty and ready for carving, but Taketora reaches for another scoop instead, diving straight into Ryuu’s pumpkin with gusto.

Ryuu smiles fondly at him. “You can start carving that one, you know.”

The grin he gets is something he wants to see until he dies, bright as the sun and twice as warm. “Yeah. But I wanna carve them together with you.”

“Sap.”

“Yeah.” Taketora agrees and keeps cleaning out their pumpkin, carefully avoiding Ryuu’s fingers as he scoops. He starts humming a song, and Ryuu can’t help joining in, until the pumpkins are both gutted and ready for carving. Taketora grins as he waves around one of the designated pumpkin carving knives, and Ryuu’s a tiny bit glad that Suga came over to tell him what kind of cutlery they’d need, and what they absolutely weren’t allowed to use.

“What’re you gonna carve?” He tries to peek over Taketora’s shoulder to see what he’s begun to draw, but Taketora turns and kisses his nose, tilting his pumpkin out of view.

“S’a surprise. You’ll see.”

Ryuu grins. “Okay. You too, then.”