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01. Things you said too quietly
It wasn’t meant to be like this.
The sky was a deep dark blue with hints of violet, sprinkled with faintly twinkling white lights. It was the sky that you’d have to take a long drive into the countryside to see, but the three-hour journey and having an overly fidgety boyfriend, nagging you about horrible planning, on your passenger seat was worth it for Ushijima.
It should have been worth it. He really should’ve seen this coming.
Surrounded by the calming night air, parked seemingly in the middle of a field, and seated on the grass that Oikawa initially refused on, the two of them inches apart, fingers and other limbs brushing against one another with every other small movement. It was relaxing; Ushijima couldn’t remember the last time that the two of them did something that wasn’t bickering, being physically engrossed in one another, or literal shouting matches with threats of breaking up included.
“It’s nicer when we’re not speaking to another, it’s quite peaceful,” Ushijima said to no one in particular, except maybe for the gush of wind that decided to sweep through them at the time.
“Excuse me?!”
Oikawa snapped his head towards Ushijima, scanning his face for any tell-tale signs of emotion but the only thing he could see was his boyfriend looking solemnly into the sky, as if contemplating some weird platitude about the cosmo. The other boy, quite used to Oikawa’s episodes just continued to gaze up, not wanting to miss what he was planning to surprise Oikawa with.
Suddenly, Oikawa sat up. Stomping angrily at the innocent grass, making his way to the car parked a few feet away from them. This was when Ushijima turned to him,
“Oikawa, where are you going?”
“Away from you.”
Alert at the declaration, Ushijima hastily got up and grabbed Oikawa’s arm, the brown haired boy’s back was to him so he couldn’t really gauge if Oikawa was angry or not.
“Let go of me, Ushiwaka-chan. It might be your birthday later but I have nothing against giving you a black-eye here and now,” Oikawa tried to jerk away but Ushijima kept his hold firm, a voice in the back of his head told him that he should ease up since Oikawa bruises easily, he shook the voice away. There were more pressing matters at hand.
“Just tell me why you want to go? I thought you said you wanted to go stargazing?”
With that, Oikawa had stopped moving. Only the sound of the breeze and their breaths were heard for a beat until there was a familiar sniffle that Ushijima had encountered too many times for his liking. He softened his hold on Oikawa and turned the other around to face him, the lack of resistance from the setter troubled him, and once they were face to face, Ushijima squeezed the arm he was holding. Oikawa’s head was bowed down, his shoulders were shaking, and those were definitely tears dropping onto the ground, Ushijima tried to pull the other into a hug but he was pushed away.
“Y-you don’t have to be nice to me about this. If you just wanted to break up, you could’ve just told me head on rather than taking me somewhere I’d like to tell it to me gently,” Oikawa said, his voice cracked at some parts and he would furiously wipe at downcast face in the middle of his spiel. He shaking so hard that it was visible and Ushijima was at a total lost with what to do since this wasn’t what he had in mind at all.
“Oikawa,” he tried to coax the other to listen to him but he was only met with more sobs and the occasional violent hiccup.
“Oikawa,” Oikawa shook his head in response. At least Ushijima knew he was listening to him.
“Oikawa, I’m not trying to break up with you.”
Brown eyes were scanning at him now, quite intensely at that too although the slight reddening and tears were ruining the usual intimidating effect. There were still wet trails going down Oikawa’s face and Ushijima wanted to kiss wipe them away but he still wasn’t sure if he was allowed. He took a deep breath.
“I took you here because I wanted to do something special with the person I love on my birthday.”
“B-but you, YOU—- you said ‘it’s nicer when we’re not seeing each other’!” Oikawa exclaimed, paired with an accusative finger jabbed towards the spiker.
Ushijima was inwardly relieved that Oikawa had bounced back from the situation quickly because the usual Oikawa was hard enough to deal with but a crying Oikawa caused little pinpricks in his chest that he assumed he won’t be able to handle for long.
“I think you’ve only misheard me. I said ‘it’s nicer when we’re not speaking to each other’.” Ushijima watched as Oikawa’s facial expressions shifted once again, from a slightly confused to a flustered and angry-looking one. Ushijima decided that he was going to take things into his own hands.
Before Oikawa could utter his retort, Ushijima pulls him into a kiss. The action causing all of Oikawa’s previous troubles to melt away as he instinctively wraps his arms around Ushijima’s neck and rests most of his weight onto the other’s chest, trusting Ushijima enough not to let him fall as both of their eyes close and they sink into a world made of each other’s heat. One of Ushijima’s arms wrap around Oikawa’s waist while the other comes up to the setter’s chin, angling his face upwards to deepen the kiss.
The two of them relished in the contact for a moment before something bright and fast caught Oikawa’s attention through squinted eyes. He pulled away and was immediately awestruck. About dozens of shooting stars were streaking the sky, their tails disappearing a few seconds after they appear. Oikawa blinked back and looked at Ushijima who was also looking at the sight.
Everything clicked in Oikawa’s head and realised that it was all a horribly (but in another perspective, hilarious) misunderstanding. This is what he gets for dating someone who speaks too quietly sometimes.
The two of them watched the stars fall in a binding embrace.