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See, the thing is, Iwaizumi Hajime is not a coward. So when Oikawa Tooru, bane of Iwaizumi Hajime’s existence, had very rudely flung open his bedroom door and proclaimed that he was beating Hajime 859 – 857 at holding his breath underwater, Hajime had tossed his copy of the day’s Sankei Sports on the floor and stood with a challenge in his teeth.
Summer: a study in coming of age, falling in love, and other existential terrors.
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Yamaguchi stares at the ground, and his mouth moves several times with the intention of talking. “To be honest,” he finally forces out, “the more I stay here, the more plasticky it becomes.”
Tsukishima spares Yamaguchi a glance. “Plasticky?” he repeats.
“Like,” Yamaguchi explains, hands already gesturing. Something in Tsukishima’s heart warms up. “Those bags you sell at the shop.”
Tsukishima blinks. “Those bags?” he clarifies, turning his head so Yamaguchi won’t see his expression.
“Flimsy. Easy to tear through.” The consonants roll off of Yamaguchi’s tongue in a beautiful mess. They crash into each other mid air, haphazardly making their way into Tsukishima’s brain. “Something you can see right through.”
San Jose, summer of ‘66: hot, unbearable, and full of young hopefuls.