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If Atsumu were one to be sappy, he’d say Hinata Shōyō was made for him, that they were connected somehow. Shōyō, cognizant of the strengthening bond between them, cannot help but be pulled into Atsumu’s orbit, Kita’s warning be damned. He’s charmed by the way Atsumu throws himself into each game, his self-assured grin, and the pretty platinum shine of Atsumu’s hair now the setter had discovered purple shampoo. “I told ya, I promised I’d set t’ya one day,” Atsumu gleefully informs Hinata Shōyō with a foxy smile as they celebrate yet another victory, leaning in close and watching a flush settle into the fading tan on Shōyō’s cheekbones. “An’ I keep my promises.” Shōyō is well aware of that.

From Chapter Thirty Three, the finale, 'Promises' of And I Will Tell the Night.

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From Chapter Seventeen, 'The Internet Never Prepared Me for This' of And I Will Tell The Night.

Back at it again with the Chio’s School Road fics. Just another fun one-shot, with a headcanon of my own at the forefront.

(Cover art for ‘Stormy Hills’)

Yamaguchi wasn’t a yōkai; Shōyō would have uncovered that already, would have befriended him quicker. That left another, uncharted possibility. There was certainly something more to Yamaguchi Tadashi, something that was stifling him, wrapping him tightly in an impenetrable, smothering shell. Something Shōyō has seen before, briefly, before both parties were forced to separate ways. He feels the phantom slip of fabric around his neck, squeezing tightly. The sticky sensation of tar-like blood under his nails. Shōyō sucks in a quick breath. Of course he’d not fully caught sight of the yōkai; they weren’t always tangible if they were not strong or couldn’t consistently feed their lifestyles. The ittan-momen should have been a lesson Shōyō remembered well. Yet he has deigned to forget the dangers yōkai possess, no matter the breadth of their power. Desperate or hungry yōkai were unpredictable and all the more dangerous. A potentially possessed Yamaguchi escaping through the window was just the icing on the proverbial cake. There would be no reason for it, other than Yamaguchi not wholly being himself anymore.

From Chapter Twenty One, 'Spit Swapping' of And I Will Tell The Night.