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“My dorm room is flooded,” Is what Hinata tells Tobio when he shows up at his dorm room door at 10 at night with a duffel bag hoisted over his shoulder and the bottoms of his jeans tracking water down the hallway.
“So?” Tobio asks, though it’s a futile question considering Hinata waltzes into Tobio’s room like he owns the place and dumps his bag (the bag that is nearly as big as Hinata himself) onto Tobio’s bed. “No. Absolutely not.”
“I haven’t even asked for anything!” Hinata insists, now dripping water onto Tobio’s floor. Tobio sighs and digs a couple towels out of his dresser.
“You’re going to. I know you’re going to. Your face is an about to ask for a favor face. I know that face,” Tobio says and tosses one of the towels directly at Hinata’s head and the other onto the floor to soak up the mess he’s tracked in.
“You know nothing about my face!” Hinata proclaims, plopping down onto Tobio’s bed like that’s just, like, a perfectly acceptable thing to do in someone else’s dorm room. “I need to stay with you for a little while until my dorm room is habitable again.”
“No.”
“Kageyama!”
“It’s a single!”
“Yeah, so you don’t have roommates!”
“There’s only one bed!”
‘“So? We can put down a futon!”
“Fine!”
“Fine! I guess I’ll just go see if Tanaka can- wait, really?”
Tobio hadn’t even wanted to go to college, is the thing. He’d intended to graduate highschool and move straight into playing pro. And then his mother happened. More specifically, she’d put her foot down and said in no uncertain terms that her son would be going to college because if he didn’t he was bound to blow out a knee or incur some other debilitating injury and lose his career with no fall back plan to, well, fall back on.
He’d given in. What was he supposed to do? Tell his mother no? Tobio has it on good authority that that’s not a thing a person can do.
He had also certainly not expected to go to college with Hinata.
And then Hinata had scrunched his face up and said “Well, Bakayama, if I’m playing pro and you’re not then I’m bound to get better than you during that time. And then if we play and I beat you, it’ll feel really lame because I had an unfair advantage, so, I guess I should go to college too.”
Which is how Tobio got here, in a tiny cramped dorm room, with Hinata Shouyou passed out on his floor on a futon, snoring away while Tobio pretends to try to study.
The studying isn’t going well. Neither is the pretending.
Hinata’s hair has grown longer than he normally keeps it and Tobio keeps getting distracted by the little tuft of red hair that keeps fluttering with Hinata’s breaths.
Which is annoying.
It makes Tobio’s gut twist and his palms sweat. In annoyance.
Hinata flails and mumbles something about “Nice kill!” in his sleep and Tobio fully gives up on studying, shoving his schoolwork onto the floor in a heap at the end of his bed and flopping down.
It’s strange how easy it is to fall asleep then, to the sound of Hinata’s snoring.
“So… Hinata’s staying in your dorm?” Yamaguchi asks, flicking through the textbook from their singular shared class. (There is, in Tobio’s opinion, an absolutely freakish amount of people he knows from his highschool volleyball career at this university. Yamaguchi being one of them.)
“Mn.” Tobio confirms, the words on the page blurring in front of him. He hates school. He could be playing volleyball right this very moment if he wasn’t stuck doing this. It’d be so much easier than this.
“In the same bed?” Yamaguchi asks with a weird look on his face.
“What? No. Why would we be in the same bed?”
“No reason,” Yamaguchi says, turning his gaze back to his book and fully ignoring the look Tobio gives him. So weird. Tobio bets being this weird is just what happens when you’ve spent as much time with Tsukishima as Yamaguchi has.
Hinata is laying on the floor of Tobio’s dorm, tossing a volleyball into the air and catching it.
Tobio watches for a moment, eyes tracking the rise and fall, the rise and fall, the rise and fall of the volleyball, before he shoves his hand between Hinata and the ball, knocking it off course and sending it bouncing across the floor where it lands with a sad little thwp.
“Hey!” Hinata flails, slapping at Tobio’s hand.
“Why would Yamaguchi think we’re sleeping in the same bed?” Tobio asks without really meaning to. He hadn’t intended to bring up how weird Yamaguchi was being yesterday, but unfortunately it’s been rattling around in his head all day.
Hinata blinks. And then blinks again, his entire face scrunching up into a confused expression like he’s really, genuinely thinking about it. Tobio wants to press a finger right between his eyebrows to smooth out the wrinkle there so that he stops looking so stupid.
“I dunno, maybe because he and Tsukishima do?”
“Yeah, but they’re dating,” Tobio points out.
“What? No, they’re not? They’re just friends. Just like us.”
“No, they’re definitely dating.”
“No, they’re not.”
“They are.”
“They’re not.”
Tobio sighs and pulls out his cell phone, opening up instagram to Yamaguchi’s account and turning his phone around to show a post from a few weeks ago.
“See, the post says it’s their anniversary dinner.”
“Yeah, like a friendaversary,” Hinata says, like celebrating the anniversary of a friendship with a romantic looking dinner is totally just a thing people do. Which is sorta offensive if he does think that because Tobio’s never gotten a friendaversary dinner. Though, he guesses it might be hard to pinpoint exactly when they actually became friends.
Tobio scrolls a little further on Yamaguchi’s account to a photo of Tsukishima and shows Hinata his phone again. “This one has the man crush monday hashtag.”
“Yeah, in like, a friend way,” Hinata says, still not getting it.
Tobio… Tobio isn’t quite sure what to do with being the least emotionally oblivious person in the room right now. It’s not exactly a feeling he’s ever had much experience with, but trust Hinata to be the one to cause it.
“So, did he ever figure it out?” Sakusa asks while Tobio is practicing his serves on him because Hinata is apparently too busy working on a stupid paper or whatever to do it instead.
Tobio wonders, not for the first time, how he goes to college with so many people he used to play with or against. Is this somehow the only university in all of Japan?
“No. He still thinks they’re just friends.”
“Huh,” Sakusa says, and then, “Well I guess we can’t expect much more out of that one, can we?”
Entirely accidentally and through no fault of Tobio’s, his next serve hits Sakusa in the head.
“It’s cold down there,” Hinata says, late one night, as he climbs up and into Tobio’s bed.
“Then get a blanket,” Tobio grumbles, attempting to shove Hinata off the bed.
“C’mon, you’re always warm!” Hinata argues, stubbornly clinging to the bed despite Tobio’s (not at all) best efforts to remove him from it.
“You don’t know my body temperature.”
“I’ve slept next to you at enough training camps and away games to know,” Hinata insists before making a victorious noise and punching the air when Tobio lifts a corner of his blanket.
“Shut up and go to sleep,” Tobio says, shifting a little closer to the wall to give Hinata enough room in his stupid, too short dorm bed. These beds are absolutely not meant for athletes, especially not two of them.
There’s a lot of shuffling involved in getting them both settled in the small space, even with Hinata being so shrimpy, and Tobio ends up kicked or jabbed by Hinata’s elbow multiple times, but eventually they manage to both fit at least somewhat comfortably, Hinata already passed out against Tobio even before they’re fully settled.
Hinata’s limbs must have somehow multiplied for how thoroughly he’s managed to wrap himself around Tobio like some sort of deranged red haired octopus.
His hair tickles Tobio’s face, and when Tobio closes his eyes, all he can smell is Hinata’s shampoo.
“If I suck at practice tomorrow because you kept me up you’ll owe me lunch for a month,” Tobio tells the surprisingly heavy dead weight on top of him.
Hinata, predictably, is far too unconscious to respond.
Tobio, despite his complaints, follows him into the land of dreams in no time at all.
The next morning Tobio wakes up with hair in his mouth and a wet patch from Hinata’s drool on his shirt, and he reacts to this realization in the very, very reasonable manner of shoving a sleeping Hinata off his bed and stalking off to the bathroom so that he gets their first.
He doesn’t feel even a little bit guilty as Hinata’s general flailing and yelling about how rude Tobio’s being and how he’s a giant cheater who cheats and this isn’t going to count for the tally follows him.
“Why is MSBY here?” Tobio asks, flopping onto the ground with a bottle of water and watching as Bokotu, Atsumu Miya, and a couple guys he only vaguely recognizes as Black Jackals surround Sakusa.
“Because they’re trying to court Sakusa to sign with them when he graduates,” Hinata says, flopping over half on top of Tobio as though they’re not sweaty and still overheated from practice right now.
“And Miya’s just trying to court him in general, if you know what I mean,” Tanaka says, waggling his eyebrows at them both, perfectly pristine and not at all sweaty in his jeans and t-shirt.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Hinata says.
“How do you know what the Black Jackal’s are up to?” Tobio asks, ignoring Tanaka.
“Oh, cause Bokotu says that’ll probably be me next year.”
Tobio frowns. “Wait, why don’t I know about that?”
“Are you supposed to?” Hinata asks, face scrunching up in confusion.
“Yes! No! I don’t know! You normally tell me things even when I don’t care so I figured you wouldn’t be able to shut up about this. ”
“Oooo-kay,” Tanaka says, “I’m just gonna go and let you have your little lovers spat here. I’m not even on the team so I probably shouldn’t even be here. If you ever need tips on how to handle highschool friendship turned beautiful, blooming romance, I’ve got your backs.”
And then he flees, Hinata yelling “WHAT DO YOU MEAN A LOVERS SPAT?” and Tobio shouting “WE’RE NOT FIGHTING ASSHOLE!” after him.
“There was nothing to tell,” Hinata says, after he and Tobio have glared at each other for what might be 60 seconds but also might have been 5 minutes. Tobio mentally tallies off another win for himself for holding out longer than Hinata. “They might not even go through with it. They could still decide they don’t want me on the team, you know. There’s still regular try-outs and all of that, too.”
“Pft, don’t be an idiot.” Tobio huffs a little, like Hinata is being a particularly large brand of idiot right now, which he is. “Of course they’ll want you on the Jackals. Who wouldn’t want you on their team?”
Hinata is looking at him strangely.
Tobio’s palms are sweating.
Why are his palms sweating? Why does he feel the same way he does in those moments when he’s realized his team is outmatched but they have to at least try anyway?
And then, Hinata is grinning and throwing an arm around Tobio’s shoulder. “Aw, Bakageyama, are you saying you think I’m a good volleyball player?”
“No! I never said that! Who said you were good?!” Tobio’s ears are on fire and Hinata is laughing, bright and easy and blinding like the sun. After a moment in which Tobio catches himself staring for some reason, he adds, “I don’t play with people who suck though.”
Tobio should probably be ecstatic when Hinata tells him that the leak in his dorm is fixed and he’s allowed to move back in.
Tobio is distinctly not ecstatic about this change.
“Okay, what’s wrong?” Miwa’s voice asks through Tobio’s phone, after Hinata has long since taken his giant duffel bag and left. The same way Hinata will be leaving for the stupid Black Jackals while Tobio leaves for whatever team he’ll be playing for.
“Nothing,” Tobio grunts, shoving his face further into his pillow. His dorm room is too quiet. Which doesn’t even make sense because his neighbor is blasting some sort of shitty music that when Tobio told him (very politely, mind you!) to turn it down the week he moved in, he was told it was absolutely instrumental to his neighbor’s ability to study, so no, Kageyama, he would not be turning it down. So really, how can it be too quiet when he’s dealing with this?!
“Ah, yes, that’s definitely the tone of voice of someone who is very fine and very okay,” Miwa says with sarcasm so thick that even Tobio can tell it’s there. He wonders for a second what it might have been like to be an only child. Probably pretty nice.
“I think I’m dying,” Is what he says instead of arguing about it anymore.
“Oh? Did that weird guy on your team convince you you’ve got skin cancer again? Because I promise you, Tobio, that mole on your shoulder is perfectly normal.”
“My palms keep… sweating,” Tobio says because it’s not like he’s going to defend Sakusa here. The guy is weird. “And my dorm is too quiet. And my chest… has been doing a thing.”
Out of all the reactions Tobio could have possibly expected in the six seconds it had taken to decide to share his problems with his sister, he hadn’t actually considered that the one he would get was Miwa cackling.
“It’s not funny!”
“No, no, you’re right, it’s not,” Miwa says. “It’s hilarious.”
Tobio hangs up on her and decides that whatever is going on with him is probably going to remain a mystery until it kills him. He hopes Miwa is happy to be complicit in his death.
“I can’t study in my dorm,” Tobio says the moment Hinata opens the door.
“Oh man, is that dude next door playing his stupid music again?” Hinata asks, stepping aside to let Tobio in.
“Mhm,” It’s a kinda-sorta lie. But he can’t explain the issue right now to himself, let alone to Hinata.
“Well, I’m pretty sure I’m the loudest person on my floor, so if you can handle me you should be fine here,” Hinata says, flopping back onto his bed and somehow managing to sprawl across the entire thing despite being in, like, the top five of the shortest people Tobio knows.
What he says is true though. Hinata’s floor is quieter than Tobio’s, and Hinata himself is incredibly loud. Even just looking at him sometimes feels like too much noise, with his ridiculous hair and the way he doesn’t stop moving until he’s literally passing out from exhaustion.
It’s unfortunate, then, that Tobio can’t seem to focus on studying for the stupid test he’s supposed to take on Tuesday without Hinata’s constant noise in the background.
His studying lasts what feels like an eternity but is, in actuality, when Tobio looks at his phone for the time, only an hour and a half before Tobio determines there is absolutely nothing else he can, or wants to, cram into his brain and shoves his things into his bag.
“Wanna go to a party?” Hinata asks before Tobio can say anything about leaving. Which is fine, because Tobio feels weirdly reluctant to go back to his empty, loud yet somehow too quiet, dorm room.
“Why would I wanna go to a party?” Tobio asks, because he’s pretty sure he’s never exactly given off a party vibe.
“I don’t know, Kageyama, maybe to experience the full scope of the college experience?”
And, well, Tobio can’t think of a decent argument against that when presented with Hinata’s hopeful face, so he agrees.
The music is loud, and there’s too many people, and Hinata is an overly warm presence stuck to his side.
Somebody presses drinks in bright red plastic cups into their hands and Tobio takes a cautious sip only to discover that it is somehow exceedingly bitter in a way that makes his throat burn and overwhelmingly sweet in the way that makes the back of his teeth ache.
Why do people drink this voluntarily? Why is he drinking this voluntarily?
He takes another drink. And then another. And after the fourth sip it’s not quite as bad.
Still, that doesn’t stop him from blinking down at Hinata with as much judgment as he can manage after they’ve been jostled one too many times.
“Why are we at a party? Are we even party people?”
“I don’t know!” Hinata has to shout above the music to be heard, “I thought it might be fun!”
“Volleyball is fun,” Tobio mutters.
“Wanna dance?!” Hinata shouts again, this time leaning up towards Tobio’s ear to be heard better. It makes his breath ghost over Tobio’s ear and the hairs on the back of his neck prickle.
“Absolutely not,” Tobio says, eyeing the people who are already dancing.
He knows for a fact his body doesn’t move like that. Every part of him has been meticulously cultivated to succeed at one thing and one thing only and that thing is very much not dancing. Are his muscles even meant for that? The shimmying… And the gyrating?
“What? Are you scared I’ll be better at it, Crappyama?” Hinata asks, his eyes bright as he issues what is absolutely a challenge.
Which is exactly how Kageyama Tobio ends up on a dance floor, a little bit tipsy from having quickly downed the rest of his drink, surrounded by people, doing something with Hinata Shoyo that can only very loosely be described as dancing and is probably actually a whole lot closer to grinding.
His hands are on Hinata’s hips, though he’s not too sure when he put them there, and when Hinata grins up at him and says something that Tobio can’t quite make out over the music, the lights around them make his hair light up in shades of bright red and orange until he looks a little like he’s on fire.
Tobio feels a little like he’s on fire, his palms sticky where they keep brushing against the little bare strip of skin where Hinata’s shirt rides up, his heart beating out of his chest like he just played two five set matches in a row.
He thinks he might be dying.
He thinks he might actually die if he never feels like this again.
Somehow, though Tobio himself could not tell you exactly how he got there, he ends up spending that night asleep on Hinata’s floor, and when he wakes up the next morning it’s to the sun shining blindingly bright into his eyes and Hinata draped on top of him like the world’s heaviest and squirmiest weighted blanket.
“You have a bed you could have slept on, dimwit. This is literally your room,” Tobio grumbles, managing to extricate himself out from under the tangle of Hinata’s limbs.
He feels just a little guilty at the thought of leaving him there on the floor however, which is what he blames for the fact that he drags Hinata’s still very much unconscious dead weight off of the floor and dumps him onto his bed, tugging the blankets up and tucking them around him before he finally leaves.
The sun, when he finally reaches the outdoors, is somehow even more blinding than it was inside, and his head is pounding like the entire Karasuno cheering section is in there doing taiko drumming inside of it. Why does anyone drink if this is what happens after? This is awful.
His walk leads him to a small park near campus, and he flops back into the grass there, closing his eyes against the sun and breathing for a moment, every inch of him still somehow too warm from waking up underneath Hinata.
Everything is peaceful for a moment– or at least as peaceful as it possibly can be– nothing but the buzz of his own thoughts and the sound of some kids playing on the playground to distract him until a shadow blots out the sun.
Tobio squints his eyes open and there, in front of him, is the absolute last person he wants to see, well, ever, but especially right now.
“What are you doing here?”
“Now Tobio-chan, is that any way to greet your elders?” Oikawa asks, and Tobio doesn’t think of himself as a particularly violent person, but he does think it might be very satisfying to kick Oikawa in the ankle. Just a little bit. Not even very hard! His ankle is fully in reach of Tobio’s foot right now, even! Tobio wouldn’t even have to get up to do it!
“Aren’t you supposed to be playing pro? On a different continent? Far far far away from here?”
“I’m very surprised to learn you know geography,” Oikawa says, apparently needing no invitation to sit down next to Tobio. Not that Oikawa Tooru has ever seemed to need an invitation to do anything. “And there’s this thing you might not have heard of, Tobio-chan, where people take small breaks from their job and use that time to come home to visit their families. Some people call it a vacation.”
“Is Iwaizumi here?” Tobio asks, sitting up and craning his neck to look around a little bit hopefully. Normally, wherever Oikawa is, Iwaizumi isn’t that far behind, which is usually a good thing. He makes Oikawa like 5% more tolerable in Tobio’s experience.
“He’s still in California,” Oikawa says viciously, like it’s a dirty word, ripping up a chunk of grass in his irritation.
“Ooo-kay,” Tobio says slowly, because there is absolutely no way he’s going to touch that with a ten foot pole. For one thing, it has absolutely nothing to do with him or volleyball, and for another, it feels like it’s a definite minefield that Tobio has no interest in stepping in. He has too much on his plate right now.
“How’s college life treating you?” Oikawa asks, surprising Tobio for a moment with how normal of a question that is. “I thought for sure you and your Chibi-chan would’ve skipped all that and gone pro already.”
“He’s not my Chibi-chan. Also don’t call him Chibi-chan, he has a name.”
“Yes, and that name is Chibi-chan, on account of how he’s very very small and also very very cute,” Oikawa says, and then, “Wait, what do you mean he’s not your Chibi-chan. Did you two break up? Is there trouble in paradise?”
“We weren’t ever dating?” Tobio says, the words coming out more of a question than he means them to.
“You weren’t?” Oikawa seems to deflate in front of Tobio’s eyes, dramatically falling backward to lay in the grass with one arm over his eyes. “I’m not used to getting this kind of thing wrong. I must be losing my touch! This can’t be happening to me. I’m getting rusty!”
Tobio, after a moment of letting Oikawa spew his dramatics while Tobio stays silent so that he doesn’t have to fix them somehow, pokes cautiously at Oikawa’s arm. “Uh, I have a question.”
Oikawa heaves a tremendous sigh and moves his arm so that he can peer up Tobio from his sprawl. “Yes, Tobio?”
“Why did you think I was dating Hinata?”
“I don’t know, just a vibe I guess,” Oikawa says, flapping a hand about as though it illustrates his point somehow. “And you two seem to play best together.”
“Plenty of people play well together. You and Iwaizumi always did.”
“Well yeah, and we’ve been dating for-” Oikawa takes a second to count on his fingers and then flaps a hand about like the exact number doesn’t matter, “Most of our lives, and been best friends for longer. So of course we do.”
Tobio stares.
“If only he hadn’t decided to stop playing,” Oikawa continues with a dramatic sigh, “I guess that’s life though. Sometimes your boyfriend decides to go to stupid school in stupid California so that he can become a stupid athletic trainer and there’s nothing you can do about it because love and wanting the best for the person you love or whatever, even when it totally blows and means you spend way too many years having video calls as dates. A video call is not as good as a real date, Tobio-chan!”
Tobio stares more.
Oikawa waves a hand in front of Tobio’s face. “Hey Tobio-chan, you alive in there?”
Tobio thinks of the sweaty palms. The racing heart. The way that he hates the thought of Hinata playing on a different team than him but also desperately wants him to so that they can play against each other. So that he can know what it’s like to really play against Hinata, so that they can make each other better.
“Oh my god, I’m not dying am I?”
“Dying? Are you ill? You’re not, like, terminally ill are you? Tobio-chan? I might actually feel guilty about all the shit I’ve talked about you over the years if you’re dying! TOBIO YOU’RE NOT DYING, RIGHT!?”
Tobio ignores him, Oikawa’s shouts following him as he gets to his feet and stalks back towards campus.
“My palms are sweating,” Tobio says the moment Hinata opens his door.
“Huh?” Hinata asks, and “That sounds kinda uncomfortable, do you want a towel to dry them off?”
“No! I mean, you make my palms sweat and my brain,” He gestures sort of frantically at his head, trying to communicate what exactly Hinata makes his brain do, “And my heart-” He grabs Hinata’s hand and presses it to his chest so that he can feel the way it’s racing.
“Woah. Are you okay? Did you run all the way here?”
“You’re such an idiot, you’re not getting it.” Tobio wonders why he has to go and like this particular person, who doesn’t even realize when he’s being confessed to, out of all the people in the entire world. (Unfortunately for Tobio, the reason is that no one else in the entire world is Hinata.)
“I’m not an idiot! You’re a- mrmph!”
Tobio cuts Hinata off with his mouth. Specifically, with his mouth on Hinata’s mouth. It is not particularly graceful as far as kisses go, but it is, very definitely, still a kiss.
“Idiot,” Hinata finishes, a little breathlessly, when Tobio pulls back, rubbing at the back of his neck and wondering for a moment if this was possibly the stupidest thing he’s ever done.
He opens his mouth to say something- anything- though he’s not sure what, and never actually gets the chance to even try to come up with something because there’s suddenly a mass of orange launching itself at him, forcing him to take a couple steps back to steady himself as Hinata yanks him down by the front of his shirt and kisses him again.
For a second kiss, when his first was only seconds before, it’s not that bad. It’s… good, even. Though that might be because Tobio has nothing to compare it to. Or maybe just because it’s with Hinata, who throws himself into this the same way he throws himself into volleyball, all energy and enthusiasm and a determination to be the best he can possibly be even when he’s not exactly sure what he’s doing.
When they pull apart again they’re still standing in the middle of the hallway outside of Hinata’s dorm, and Hinata is flushed and beaming and red around the edges and Tobio is a little concerned that he’s going to go blind just looking at him.
He likes him. That’s what all this has been, what it’s probably been for a very, very long time. Tobio really, really likes him. Making Hinata look like that just because Tobio kissed him wouldn’t feel almost even better than when he perfected his jump serve if he didn’t.
“Wanna see who can make out the longest?” Hinata asks when Tobio still hasn’t said anything, grinning and walking backwards, dragging Tobio by the front of his shirt that’s still twisted up in Hinata’s hands right along with him into his dorm.
“Only if you’re okay with losing.”
“How can you think you’re gonna win?! You don’t know what you’re doing any more than I do! That was your first kiss!”
“Who says it was my first kiss?!”
“It wasn’t?” Hinata asks, awkward suddenly, releasing his hold on Tobio to scrub at the back of his hair. “I just kinda assumed. I’ve never seen you with anyone or anything, but I guess- of course you’ve- I’m just-”
“Of course that was my first kiss, idiot,” Tobio says, putting a halt to Hinata’s awkward spiral. “Who else would I have kissed?!”
“Oh,” Hinata says, and “That’s good,” and “That’s good. It wouldn’t be good if you had an unfair advantage.”
It’s close enough to what Hinata said when he followed Tobio to college that it sort of pings something in Tobio’s brain for a moment. He’ll have to consider that later. Maybe. Possibly. If he doesn’t forget and end up waking up in the middle of the night, six months from now, with a dawning realization about it instead.
“I don’t see what you’re worried about, anyway.” Tobio says, “Even if you had an unfair advantage, I’d still win.”
“Liar!”
“Don’t call me a liar, liar! I’ve won more times than you!”
“Once! One more time! And I’ll tie us up again today!” Hinata insists, his face so determined that now that Tobio knows what it is he wants and that he can, he doesn’t even hesitate to lean down and kiss him again.
“Prove it then.”