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When Tobio booked the first flight available to go visit his boyfriend during a short break from his own training and games in Italy, he didn’t really consider that Brazil was in a different hemisphere, resulting in him putting the wrong clothes in his luggage.
He was such a good planner, except when it came down to things regarding Shouyou: from their very first day, that tangerine boy pushed him out of his comfort zone and now made him act like a silly, clumsy teen, rushing to the other side of the world without thinking.
It was because Shouyou sent out of whack his brain activity that he found himself sweating in winter clothes in the sticky heat of Brazilian summer. He was too prideful to ask Shouyou to lend him at least one of his shirts or tank tops, and the boke also dared to laugh at him.
Anyways, Tobio had to give in when rain came down, worsening his already poor state.
"Can... can I borrow some clothes?" Tobio finally brought himself to ask, looking at the water dripping onto the floor of Shouyou's apartment.
"Thought you'd never ask," Shouyou snickered, and went to grab towels and clothes before he could retort.
When he came back, Tobio took everything and balled it up without even looking at it, grunting a 'thanks' and going to take a shower.
So it was only when he actually went to put the clothes on that he noticed two things: First of all, they were smaller and shorter for him—that much he should've known already—; the other was that the shirt had little slices of watermelons floating in a bright pink background.
But he had to make do with what he had, so he put on everything, careful to not look even once in the mirror. There wasn’t any need anyway, since he felt the shorts and the sleeves pulling on his thighs and biceps, the shirt lifting, baring his navel with every movement.
Tobio took a moment to collect himself and put on his most dignified expression, but when he inhaled deeply, he felt a scent filling his nostrils, a familiar one. It was Shouyou's, it was everywhere in the house, but much stronger on the clothes.
It was fresh laundry, lemon and that particular smell of summer, sand and salt water that was stuck on Shouyou's skin since his beach volleyball days.
Tobio put the neck of the shirt over his nose to breathe it in. Again. And again.
It was strange to be wrapped in someone else's clothes, but in a good way. Was it what Shouyou felt whenever he took one of his hoodies or pants? It was a profound sense of intimacy, a warm hug that left you dizzy and mushy—not that Tobio felt mushy at the moment, not at all.
But... he wanted to bask in that scent, rub it on his skin so that it couldn’t be washed away.
This was definitely weird, in the wrong way.
Tobio shook his head, grabbed the doorknob and took another second to calm himself before stepping out of the bathroom.
"You look ridiculous," Shouyou laughed at him as soon as Tobio entered the living room.
"That's because you've got bad taste," Tobio pouted, not daring to get close. He didn’t know if he wanted to tackle or kiss him, the choice was hard to make.
In the end, he didn’t need to.
Shouyou stood up from the sofa and walked toward him with a mischievous gleam in his eyes and a smug grin on his lips.
"I have extremely good taste. Look at my boyfriend."
"In fact, I am the exception," Tobio said with what he hoped to be a straight face.
Shouyou stopped halfway, eyes growing with surprise.
"Tobio, are you flirting with me?"
"No."
He knew it was stupid of him to deny what was clear even to a boke like Shouyou, but he couldn’t help it.
Not when he had the certainty Shouyou enjoyed it, not when he had the chance to make him smile and take the merit.
Shouyou finally closed the distance between them and hooked a finger under the hem of a sleeve, tugging.
"You seem bigger with my clothes on."
"It's not that I'm bigger, it's you that's smaller," Tobio retorted, but his eyes kept drifting where Shouyou's finger was. Because he didn't really dislike that thought, all the opposite.
He knew they had different buildings, still, experiencing it like this was totally new.
"Hey, we're not all giants like you!" Shouyou slapped his arm with his other hand. "Besides, I’ve grown up since high school!"
"I know," was all that Tobio managed to say, but Shouyou, as always, heard even what didn't reach his lips: 'I know, and I like it'.
It's not that Tobio would've minded if Shouyou had a different body. What fascinated him was how it gave off a sense of power and strength on the court, and how Shouyou was taking good care of it as if it were a temple.
And Tobio would be forever grateful to him for not being reckless ever again. Even though injuries were more frequent in other sports, he didn’t want to see Shouyou hurt.
Plus, if he had to be completely honest, there was another benefit from Shouyou putting on some muscles, something that only Tobio experienced, in a completely different kind of competition. It wasn’t something Tobio could forget, but now that they were standing close, with their breaths mingling, he felt himself shiver with anticipation.
"I like how you look in my clothes, Tobio-kun," Shouyou said playfully. "But I'm thinking of taking them off—"
"No!" Tobio interrupted with such an outburst that surprised even himself. "I want to keep them on."
Bewildered, Shouyou took a step back.
"Is this a new kink of yours—"
But Tobio didn’t let him finish, too embarrassed to hear anything else, so he shut Shouyou's mouth with his own, hand sinking in red, rain-wet hair, the other gripping at his back.
"I wasn't expecting this... turn on," Shouyou whispered when they parted, just enough to take in a breath, noses brushing against each other.
Tobio groaned. "Do you have to say such things?"
"You're in my clothes, so I'm gonna say and do whatever I want to you."
Shouyou didn’t give him the time to even blush that he tackled him toward the bedroom, and spent a lot of time and care to prove once again that he was the end of his sanity and the beginning of something far more precious and unique.
The only side effect was that Shouyou wasn't going to wear those clothes ever again without thinking of Tobio in them, but after all this was just fine with him. He actually set his mind on ruining all of Shouyou's tackiest clothes.