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Shoyou had a weird fascination with Tsukishima’s new sports glasses. Objectively he knew that they were geeky and kind of lame looking, they squished the sides of his head a bit and his hair stuck out weirdly under the band if Tsukishima didn’t smooth it out (and Tsukishima, the jerk, had grown his hair out in the past two years and it looked good stuck under his sports glasses or not), but Shoyou found himself utterly charmed by them.
It did not help that his sports glasses started appearing in his more risque dreams, enough so that felt himself blush a bright red whenever he caught Tsukishima putting them on, which was more often than he’d like to admit.
He thought that he had been keeping his fascination well rather well hidden but Kageyama had to go and ruin that.
“Did that asshole do something to you?” he asked loudly after practice.
“Huh?” Shoyou tore his eyes away from Tsukishima who was taking off his sports glasses to replace them with his regular glasses, “Who? Tsukki? No.”
Tsukishima glared at him for the nickname but with two pairs of glasses in his hands and his face bare, it just looked like he was squinting. It was cute.
“Then why do you keep staring at him? Practice is over,” Kageyama demanded, obviously confused as to why anyone would watch Tsukishima for reasons other than his blocking abilities.
Tsukishima and Yamaguchi both snorted but luckily their kohai remained quiet throughout the interaction.
“I just don’t get it,” Kageyama continued.
“Shrimpy has a crush on me,” Tsukishima said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world and too boring for him to care about.
Shoyou’s heart pounded in his chest because despite the dreams and the looking he had never made the logical jump to ‘crush’ but of the two of them no one would accuse him of being the logical one.
Kageyama scowled, “Don’t say gross things like that,” he turned to Shoyou, “Tell him you’re not dumb enough to,” but he cut himself off when he saw Shoyou’s shellshocked face, “Really!”
“What?” he squeaked out, “Me? No. No, no, of course not, no.”
Tsukishima laughed, “The lady doth protest too much, methinks.”
The weird way of speaking shook Shoyou from his small panic spiral, “What did you just say?”
He rolled his eyes, somewhere along the line he had put on his glasses and Shoyou hadn’t noticed, “It’s Shakespeare, idiot. Hamlet? Read a book.”
“When would I have time to read a book?” Shoyou asked honestly.
Tsukishima pushed his glasses aside to rub at his eyes and groan but he was cut off by Yamaguchi slapping him on the back, “There he is, Tsukki,” he laughed, “The boy of your dreams.”
Tsukishima looked over his shoulder and scowled, “Shut up, Yamaguchi.”
Yamaguchi simply grinned, “Sorry, Tsukki.” It was clear that he wasn’t sorry.
Shoyou slapped both of his cheeks roughly to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. When all of the attention was turned back to him and he didn’t wake up, he pointed at Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, “What did you just say?”
“Oh, didn’t you know?” Yamaguchi said casually, “Tsukki has--”
Tsukishima quickly covered Yamaguchi’s mouth, “has a terrible best friend. And we should be going.”
Yamaguchi let Tsukishima manhandle him out the door, leaving half changed and without their belongings, but he laughed the whole time.
After a lengthy and uncomfortable silence Hinata’s jaw dropped open, “Oh my god, I think Tsukki has a crush on me.”
The kohai, smartly, remained silent.
Tsukishima had to go back to the club room to get his and Yamaguchi’s bags-- captain’s order-- and Shoyou was there waiting for him. He had sent Kageyama and their juniors away saying he could handle whatever Tsukishima threw at him. Kageyama made a disgusted face that, for some reason, made Shoyou think of his dreams and he had to bite the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from combusting.
“You like me,” he accused as soon as Tsukishima opened the door. He watched as Tsukishima paused and saw him consider turning around and leaving so Shoyou quickly crossed the room and grabbed onto his practice shirt. It was still sweaty. “Right?”
Tsukishima scrunched up his nose, “Yeah,” he said, it sounded like the admission pained him, “I guess.”
Shoyou’s eyes widened, he didn’t expect Tsukishima to agree so easily, “Do you want to go on a date or something?”
“No,” he said immediately, “Why would I want that?”
“Because… you like me?” he squinted up at him, Tsukishima didn’t make any sense, “Why wouldn’t you want to?”
Tsukishima touched the hand Shoyou had tangled in his shirt and tried to detach him, “You’re the most annoying person I know.”
“But you like me.”
“Yes.”
Shoyou let go of him but only so he could take a step back and put his hands on his hips, “Tsukki, you’re not making any sense,” he scolded.
Tsukishima ran a frustrated hand through his hair, “You annoy me. Every time you look at me I feel terrible. I hate it,” he looked up at the ceiling and Shoyou wished he could sink into the floor, “And I hate that I don’t actually hate it. You keep pushing me to do better and it works. You’re so…”
“Annoying?” he offered, taking a hesitant step forward. “Hey, Tsukki,” he said softly, “Can I kiss you?”
It felt like the words were barely out of his mouth before Tsukishima started kissing him.
Tsukishima’s kissing was demanding, almost too rough. Maybe a bit needy. Shoyou loved it. He tried to match his pace but whenever he felt like they were getting into a rhythm Tsukishima switched it up somehow. It was infuriating but so was he.
Eventually Tsukishima sat on one of the only chairs they had in the club room and pulled Shoyou into his lap. It was easier to kiss when they both weren’t craning their necks trying to reach each other.
Shoyou reached up to tangle his fingers into Tsukishima’s hair but accidentally bumped the arm of his glasses and let out a small whine.
Tsukishima pulled away, “That reminds me, what’s with your fascination with my glasses?:
Shoyou pushed himself right out of Tsukishima’s lap onto the floor and glared up at him, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
The grin that spread across Tsukishima’s face was bone chilling, “Oh,” he said lowly, “I see.”
“There’s nothing to see,” he crossed his arms and looked away, he knew the blush that spread across his face had to be nothing short of spectacular.
“I’ll get it out of you eventually.”
The blush spread up to his ears. Tsukishima laughed and gave him the same predatorial smile, “My, Shoyou,” he said carefully, “Who knew you were such a perv.”
Tsukishima was going to be the death of him.