8 Works by funkshui
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“You must have a thing for dads, hm?” Wakatoshi teases, a rarity in his otherwise stoic nature.
It’s a side of him reserved mostly for Hajime, and sometimes Tobio and Kourai. Though, most jokes tend to go over both of their heads. Figuratively for Tobio, literally for Kourai.
Hajime’s grin widens and his grip around Wakatoshi tightens, eyes glancing between both his lips and unfocused eyes. “Says the guy staring at my tits,” Hajime retorts fondly, sinking a hand down to squeeze Wakatoshi’s bottom. “My eyes are up here, you know.”
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"I've been waiting all my life for you."
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“It’s stuffy in this box, Tobio-kun!” Atsumu whines through the bluetooth speaker on Tobio’s car, his shrill voice amplified. It causes him to cringe, scrunching his nose in disappointment at his friends whining.
“This isn’t about you and your comfort, Atsumu,” Tobio recalls vividly. “If I recall correctly, you wanted to surprise your boyfriend like this. I’m just the one picking him up from the airport.”
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Waking up is hard.
Do you know what's even harder? A prominent bulge digging into Tooru's lower back from where he lies, right into the exposed skin from where his shirt bunches together and the waistband of his boxers.
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"How do I even find myself in these positions?"
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Tooru attempts to make Hajime squirm.
Hajime is over it.“I can never be too upset whenever you’re around, Iwa-chan.” Tooru replies suggestively as he zips the bag closed for safe-keeping, hoisting it onto his forearm.
“I told you not to call me that.”
“Oh, did you? My deepest apologies, Iwa-chan .” Tooru responds sweetly, nudging his elbow against Hajime’s arm as they begin walking towards the brick and mortar establishment.
“How are you?” Hajime asks conversationally, despite showing no real interest in actually discussing the way Tooru feels.
“Better now that you’re here.”
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Miya Atsumu has a good life.
It begins with a cup of coffee, filled to the brim with a one-to-two ratio of sugar and cream. He spends this time pondering life and the pursuit of happiness, which comes in the form of a pleasant surprise.
Life, for him, has been full of them. In fact — one might go as far to say that he was destined to astonish. His very existence had come as a shock to both of his parents, who had never considered the very possibility of twins.
Or, when Atsumu is feeling petty, he often finds himself thinking of Osamu as the thunderbolt that abruptly oppresses the comfortable and peaceful lifestyle his parents had. Fully expecting one healthy and lovable baby — Atsumu, of course — and Osamu is a collection of the spare parts.
It isn’t fair to think this way, and Atsumu knows this, so he doesn’t bring it up anymore. Osamu, on the other hand...
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An ode to seeing and being seen.
“So good to see you again, Iwaizumi-san,” Wakatoshi greets honestly, earning a throaty chuckle from Hajime before him. The sound reminds him of the dinner they ate together post-Olympics match, small and reserved. Fitting for such somber and humbling moments in Wakatoshi’s life.
“Yeah,” Hajime says, pulling away only slightly to get a better view of the man before him. “You too. Have you been sleeping?”
Wakatoshi huffs a breathy laugh in response, smiling halfway and pulling him in tightly for just a few more seconds.
“I’m tired of being here,” Wakatoshi admits with no remorse, despite the family surrounding them. Hajime nods in understanding.