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Everything that can go right, will go right.
Asahi was relatively sure of that at this point. The odds of being a bone marrow donor for simply anyone on the registry was about 1 in 430. And so the likelihood that Asahi would be the perfect match for Nishinoya was extremely unlikely.
But he was. And so, as a result, Asahi and Nishinoya were now 3700 meters above sea level, very near the summit of Mt. Fuji. They had started the hike the night before in order to reach the summit before sunrise. Surprisingly, Furudate was actually the one that recommended the night hike. He himself had done it multiple times.
“Look, Asahi! Is that the top?!” Nishinoya yelled excitedly, his orange and black striped scarf billowing in the wind.
“Noya, that’s just a boulder.”
“Aw, come on!”
Nishinoya had been asking if they were at the summit for a while now, but Asahi wasn’t growing tired of it. If anything, it gave him the drive to make it there so he could finally reply with a ‘Yes, Noya! We’re finally at the top!’
As he continued to hike, the wind teased his long hair, which fell out of its bun many meters earlier. Every now and then, Nishinoya would reach up to play with the locks, with Asahi weakly attempting to bat his hands away and failing.
Occasionally they’d pass by some natural wonders; an active fumarole spraying steam into the air, a hot spring that was heated by the volcano’s pyrophoric rocks. Nishinoya nearly dove into one of the springs; he was just barely stopped by Asahi, who desperately yanked the collar of his shirt before he could jump in.
It was by no means a normal night hike up Mt. Fuji. It was nowhere near the halcyon pilgrimage that many people experienced the climb as. But Asahi was alright with that. After all, he was completing the hike with Nishinoya.
“Hey, Asahi?”
“Yeah, Yuu?”
“Thanks for doing this with me.”
“Of course, Yuu,” Asahi responded automatically. And why shouldn’t he have? It was a sure thing in his mind. It was always a sure thing in his mind. That he would do anything for Nishinoya, and go anywhere with him, and he wouldn’t have to worry about anything, anymore.
Nishinoya reached up to lace his hand with Asahi’s as they neared the end of their upward climb. The sky was slowly lightening; they had timed their arrival perfectly. When a large torii suddenly came into view, Nishinoya’s eyes widened with unadulterated awe.
“Look, Asahi! Is that the top?”
“Yes, Yuu,” he replied with a wistful chuckle. “That’s the top.”
Nishinoya let out a squeal of delight and pulled Asahi along the path to get a better look. A small crowd of people was already assembled for the sunrise, their soft conversations lost in the gusts of the peak. Nishinoya weaved his way through them, trying to find a spot as close to the mountainside as possible.
Eventually they sat down under the torii, Asahi leaning against the wooden support and Nishinoya nuzzled up against Asahi. The smell of cherry blossoms wafted through the air, the aroma carried by gales from the base of the mountain. Asahi probably would’ve fallen asleep had it not been for Nishinoya poking his face every few minutes to check if he was awake.
He never was until he was poked, but he didn’t mind.
When the sun finally began to peek over the horizon, Asahi’s eyes stayed wide open. The celestial object overtook the clouds slowly, but magnificently, its rays shining over and through the layer of white. The clouds themselves became iridescent; a prismatic shower of colors amongst the cirrocumuluses and the lenticulars.
Nishinoya soaked each one up with felicity, reaching out toward the sunrise, trying to grasp its greatness.
Asahi looked over at his partner’s sun-dappled skin and absentmindedly traced a line of light on his arm. Nishinoya leaned into the contact, rubbing his cheek against Asahi’s hand.
“I love you, Asahi.”
“I love you too, Yuu.”
They both sighed simultaneously, staring off into the beginning of the day, eager to face the dawn.
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Everything that can go right, will go right.
Things certainly weren’t looking up for Hinata not that long ago. Diagnosed with a disease he had no idea he was living with, shattering his tibia; no, they weren’t Hinata’s best months, medically speaking.
But he might’ve considered those months in the hospital to be some of the best months of his life. After all, he was living under the care of Kageyama Tobio, someone he grew quite fond of. And that someone was currently sitting in the bleachers watching Hinata’s Olympic volleyball practice.
Hinata told him it was ridiculous; it was just practice, after all. But Kageyama had insisted that he would come to watch and support him. It was a bit odd, seeing the man that was treating him for such a long time stare at him intently for what was just training.
Hinata didn’t mind though.
At the blow of a whistle, a ball was sent flying over the net, received skillfully by his team’s starter libero, who bumped the ball to their setter with self-proclaimed “perfect” looks.
“Chibi-chan!”
The setter launched the ball towards Hinata, who was already airborne by the time the ball was set. With a high-pitched grunt, Hinata slammed the ball to an empty space on the opposing team’s side of the court, the ball landing with a resounding smack.
“Nice quick!” a teammate of Hinata’s yelled, walking over to ruffle his hair. Kageyama wasn’t too fond of another person messing with his boyfriend’s hair, however. He stood up abruptly, his scowl set, and he glared at the wing spiker.
“Oi, Chibi-chan! Your date doesn’t seem to like Iwaizumi messing with your shrimpy hair!” Mr. “Perfect” commented while getting the ball to serve.
“Shut up, Shittykawa!” Hinata retorted.
The setter dubbed Shittykawa looked wounded as he turned to Iwaizumi and pouted. “Iwa-chan! Now Chibi-chan is calling me mean names!” he whined.
“Trust me, Oikawa, you deserve it.” Iwaizumi grumbled.
While Oikawa sulked back to the service line, Hinata turned to Kageyama and smiled. “Babe, Iwaizumi is totally into Oikawa, you don’t have to worry about him!”
At the sound of his name and Oikawa’s, Iwaizumi turned bright red, the tips of his ears looking as though they had been kissed by the sun.
Oikawa was taking the comment very differently, however.
“Iwa-chan! You really mean it?!”
“O-Of course not!” Iwaizumi stammered, returning to his position on the court. “Just serve the damn ball, Trashykawa!”
Oikawa smiled widely and wrapped his arms around his body, shaking himself back and forth. “Iwa-chan, this next serve is for you!”
He took a few steps backwards before spinning the ball in his hands. The whistle blew once again, and with it, Oikawa started forward, tossing the ball high into the air. Oikawa swung his arm and slammed his hand into the ball, a strong impact which sent the ball soaring.
Right into the back of Iwaizumi’s head.
The ball rebounded back to their side of the court, its rolling creating the only sound in the gym as its occupants remained silent. Oikawa brought both of his hands to his mouth, his eyes widening.
“Iwa--”
Iwaizumi raised up a hand to stop him, before he simply walked off the court.
“Ice. I need ice.”
“I’ll get it for you Iwa--”
“Anyone but Assikawa, please get me some ice.” Iwaizumi interrupted.
With that, he walked off towards the locker room, Oikawa in tow behind him, constantly pestering him and making rude comments.
“Honestly Iwa-chan, I probably made you look prettier by hitting you in the head.”
A swift punch to the gut soon brought Oikawa to his knees. “Agh, Iwa-chan, you actually wound me.” he gasped, clutching at his chest.
Their coach, an old man with a short, gray hair looked on with eyes of concern before shaking his head. “They’ll be okay. They’re practically married anyway.” That earned him a few chuckles. “I guess we’ll break for a bit until they get back.”
The team members dispersed, and Hinata hopped his way to where Kageyama was sitting in the bleachers. “Tobio, don’t you think you should go help out?” He poked him in the chest. “You are a doctor after all.”
“But I’m your doctor, Hinata.” Kageyama’s face showed no emotion, his expressions not betraying him.
“Tobiooooo, you can be a doctor for more than one person,” Hinata drawled, dragging a finger along Kageyama’s neck.
Kageyama’s cheeks turned a coral shade before he spluttered, “I’m not at work right now!”
“Right! So you won’t get in trouble if I kiss you in front of everyone!”
Without warning, Hinata leaned over and collided his lips with Kageyama’s. It was hot, but short; a steamy shower after a long practice. Kageyama exited the kiss with a shaky exhale, before transitioning into a quick intake of breath and another deft kiss.
Hinata sighed into the kiss, running his fingers through Kageyama’s hair before being interrupted by a shrill tweet. He’d gotten in trouble with the coach for PDA before.
“Yeah, yeah, I got it!” Hinata yelled over his shoulder. He turned back to Kageyama and grinned. “Fine… I guess you can be just my doctor, Tobio.”
“Shouyou… I l-luff, I l-l-lov--”
Hinata put a finger to Kageyama’s lips and smiled. “It’s alright. I love you too, Tobio!”
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Everything that can go right, will go right.
Ennoshita was not typically one to subscribe to such notions as luck and fate. In his mind, it was all a result of probability. And it was, to some extent. At the moment, he was trying to weigh the outcomes of confessing to Tanaka.
They had remained great friends, even after Tanaka got out of the hospital. But that’s all they were: friends. Ennoshita hoped he could amend that in the evening, when he was going to be hanging out at Tanaka’s place.
He stared in the mirror, making sure he looked presentable for about the fifth time.
Maybe not today… I don’t want to ruin what we have.
While that thought predated all others in his head, his phone vibrated against the porcelain countertop of his bathroom sink. He looked at the notification: New message from Ryuu.
Ryuu: You headin’ over soon? Saeko probably won’t be back until later tonight ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ
Ennoshita smirked at the screen.
Ennoshita: Is that you flexing your non-existent biceps?
Ryuu: My biceps totally exist!!! (ง︡'-'︠)ง
Chuckling to himself, Ennoshita left the bathroom and put on his shoes.
Ennoshita: Whatever you say, Ryuu. I’m heading out now.
Ryuu: Awesome!!! I’ll see you soon! (/^▽^)/
Ennoshita closed his phone and the door at the same time, walking out towards Tanaka’s house. He inhaled deeply; the evening was rapidly approaching, and with it, the scent of falling leaves and the sound of stillness.
Tanaka’s house was a quaint one, and he still lived with sister since he couldn’t keep a job. But Ennoshita didn’t care. He was good friends with Saeko as well, ever since he helped save her brother’s life.
He knocked twice on the wooden frame of the door, a voice from inside answering with “Just come in!”
Tanaka was sitting on the couch, dressed in something oddly sophisticated for him, khaki pants, and a short-sleeve button-down. Ennoshita had to admit, it was… attractive. The man on the couch grinned at Ennoshita. “You know you can just walk in at this point, right? Not even Nee-san would mind.”
Ennoshita scoffed. “I’m not just gonna walk into your house without knocking. It’s your house.”
“And Saeko’s!”
“And Saeko’s,” Ennoshita replied with a smile.
Ennoshita took a seat next to Tanaka on the sofa and let himself sink into it. “So what’s with the clothes?” he inquired. “You’re never this dressed up.”
Tanaka looked interrogated. “I can’t just look nice every now and then?”
Ennoshita let out a full-bodied laugh and let his eyes wander to Tanaka’s. “It’s just, it never happens, so I was surprised.” He lifted a hand to the back of his head and rubbed it sheepishly. “You look good.”
Tanaka found it hard to conceal his embarrassment as the entirety of his head was painted red as a rose. “C-Chika, seriously, stop teasing me, asshole!”
“I, uh, wasn’t trying to tease you…” Ennoshita muttered.
A stillness like the one outside quickly washed over the room, coating its inhabitants with realization. “You mean…?”
“Uh, I guess so, yeah…”
Suddenly, Tanaka stood up. “Wait! You can’t beat me to it!”
He ran off to the kitchen, leaving a horribly confused Ennoshita still sitting on the couch. Beat him to it? Ennoshita thought. Ryuu…
When he returned, he was holding a bouquet of red camellias, and he stood in front of Ennoshita. Clearing his throat, he began to speak. “I was told that these flowers mean “you’re the flame in my heart,” or something like that deep longing sort of feel.” He looked down at his feet and continued.
“I’ve been in love with you ever since you winked at me and called me tough.” Ennoshita turned as red as the camellias at that comment. Finally, Tanaka looked back up at Ennoshita and forcefully held out the flowers. “Will you go out with me?!” he panicked, his face scrunching up in anticipation.
Ennoshita sighed, stood up, and took the flowers from him. “You know, I was planning on confessing tonight.”
Tanaka’s eyes widened. “Wait, is that a yes?!”
Ennoshita shut him up with a lean and a kiss. The warmth of the contact spread quickly from their lips to the rest of their bodies. The intoxicating feeling of Tanaka’s chapped lips against his own was something he longed for, for far too long a time.
It was a camellia kind of kiss, he supposed.
After they parted, Tanaka smiling and Ennoshita smiling back, Tanaka asked him a question. “So what were you going to do to confess to me, eh?”
Ennoshita waved his hand. “Oh, it was nothing special. Your confession makes me looks like an asshole in comparison.”
“You are an asshole,” Tanaka replied, flashing a cheeky grin.
“Shut up,” Ennoshita muttered playfully, and he silenced Tanaka with another kiss.
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Everything that can go right, will go right.
It had been a year since the power went out, and Suga was still in the hospital. But the year had not been an altogether unproductive one.
Daichi spent countless hours in the lab, working desperately to create a medication that could help Suga with his anorexia. After months of hard work, he finally succeeded, though it still had to go through rigorous medical testing before public use would be allowed. Luckily, Daichi was able to pull some strings, and got Suga into the trial.
Suga had stopped losing weight and was able to eat larger meals now. The pill Daichi worked on helped to decrease his sensitivity to leptin. He hadn’t gained any weight back either, but that would come with time.
Daichi was just happy that he didn’t have to coax Suga to eat at their food court dinner dates anymore.
Like the one he was at now.
“Dai, you said I could pick the meal tonight! What’s so bad about super spicy mapo tofu?!” Suga whined, pushing the bowl of food back towards Daichi. Daichi shook his head. “I never thought I’d have to be the one to get you to eat.”
Daichi groaned. “Fine, I’ll eat it.” Suga’s eyes brightened almost instantly. “But if I finish it, that means no spicy food for a week!”
Suga crossed his arms in front of his chest and humphed. “Fine. But only if we don’t eat ramen for a week either!”
“But Sug--”
“Pleeeeeease?”
Daichi sighed before giving the other man an exhausted smile. “Alright, alright. It’s a deal.”
When they finished their meal, they headed to the elevator, as they always did, and rode back up to the psych floor. The walk back to the room was quiet, but full. They walked side-by-side, their hands laced together. Just before entering Suga’s room, Daichi heard a voice.
“Good evening, Suga. Good evening, Daichi.” The soft voice belonged to Kiyoko, who smiled at them as they walked in. Just before he closed the door behind himself, Daichi caught sight of Yachi, who was beaming.
He saw her mouthing something, but wasn’t quite sure what it was. He imagined it was something along the lines of “Go get him!” Just the thought of that comment caused him to blush, which Suga was quick to call him out on.
“Why so flustered, Dai?”
“U-Uh, no reason in particular. Just some teasing from Yachi.”
Suga snickered and shook his head. “She’s always up to no good, I’m telling you. Kiyoko needs to realize who her partner really is.”
Daichi chuckled. “I feel the same way sometimes.” He eased himself towards Suga and wrapped an arm around his waist. “I hear he can be quite the troublemaker.”
“So mean, Dai,” Suga teased back. Daichi leaned over and planted a kiss on Suga’s forehead, who hummed in response.
“It’s nice that I can kiss you now without worrying about getting your forehead hairs in my mouth,” Daichi ribbed.
Suga pushed him away, albeit teasingly. “Asshole.”
“Alright, get on the scale. We’ve stalled it long enough,” Daichi said, finally taking charge.
Suga complied, making his way over to the electronic scale in the corner of the room. Slipping off his shoes, he stepped on and waited for the display to determine his weight. It was always quiet when they did this, the both of them breathlessly hoping for a larger number.
With a beep, the scale showed a number. Suga stared at it for a moment before rubbing his eyes and staring at it again.
Daichi had been staring at the clipboard when the scale sounded, so he politely asked Suga, “Could you read off what it says for me?” He hadn’t yet looked up from his clipboard.
Meanwhile, Suga continued to stare at the display. “D-Dai! I gained a pound!”
Daichi looked up from his clipboard, his mouth starting to open. Suddenly, he was running over to the display and reading it many times over. He turned to Suga, a giant smile on his face. “Sug, you gained a pound!”
They immediately hugged each other, laughing into each other’s embrace. “I’m gonna gain more weight as fast as I can, Dai! Then we can go on a real dinner date!”
Daichi smiled before giving Suga a short kiss on the lips.
“It’s a deal.”
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Yhprum’s law. A curious opposite to Murphy’s law, stating that everything that can go right, will go right. A simple reversed spelling of the name, Murphy.
It opposes the negativity of Murphy’s law with its own blinding positivity. Whether it’s taken as a rose-colored aphorism or as optimistic fate is irrelevant.
The law is a universal one, and as such, we are subject to its absolute governance.
But perhaps that’s not such a bad thing.