asimpleloafofbread
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"He was aware of the itch he’d feel before he shook his head or scrunched his nose. He recognized the impulse to move, but he didn’t realize how compulsive the behaviors had become. He had to shake his head. He had to scrunch his nose. He had to shrug his shoulders over, and over, and over.
It wasn’t until he was nine-years-old that Shouyou realized he couldn’t control his movements like other kids could."
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Kageyama, on the other hand, turns on his heels and walks away. Which isn’t exactly the reaction Hinata was expecting, or hoping for, and he wants to go back to ten minutes ago, when him and Tsukishima were probably about to kiss a whole bunch before those two burst in.
“Should I. . .” Hinata chews on his lower lip. “Go. . . after him?”
“Do whatever you want,” Tsukishima says, after a moment. His voice is tight. Great. Awesome. What Hinata loves most about his life is how simple it is.
2 training camps, and a lot of fumbling around in the dark. metaphorically/physically.
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Each of the cats is radiating their own warmth, and occasionally one or two of them shift and the pile would shift with them, pulling Hinata further into the heat in the middle of the pile.
Even through all this warmth and messes of limbs, Hinata can't help but concentrate on one person.
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Hinata joins a Nekoma catpile, it's pure cuddles and fluff.