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I just know that on the three of them
I have like three stories in draft.
I wish I had four arms and two heads
so I could write multiple things at the same time.
Ahahah
Love them!
Infinity is summed up in a glance
The first time Osamu and Rintaro see Motoya, the two only need to cast a glance at each other from the sidelines to realize that the other's attention has also been drawn to Komori. And it's not just about his undoubted volleyball skills and abilities.
There is undoubtedly something else. Something that radiates. Light.
And the two give each other the classic look that is worth a thousand words.
The second time Osamu and Rintaro see Motoya (a short distance from the first), lo and behold, Motoya feels those gazes on him perfectly.
First beyond the net, later - at the end of that day of training between their teams - as they wait for him to come out of the locker room reserved for Itachiyama to greet him.
He is not naïve, Motoya, he knows what those looks that pierce through him mean. And he feels the shivers at being pierced by those eyes (those looks, those eyes speak), but he deftly stands his ground on them and doesn't flinch, even though the emotion roiling his stomach is so great. And it will keep recurring even days later at the mere thought of it.
The third time Osamu and Rintaro see Motoya, here is the latter feeling those glances very close to him when it is Suna who puts a folded note in his hand, tracing the outline of the back of his hand with the tip of his index finger as he brings his gaze to one and the other's eyes and then watches them walk away, hand in hand, with Osamu turning one last time toward him and winking at him with a look that is all a program.
Throwing out the air, Motoya starts breathing again. He opens the card and sees elegant handwriting.
It's their cell phone numbers.
(And doesn't Motoya know, that Atsumu's brilliant idea was to intercede through Kiyoomi to get him their phone numbers. And that Osamu and Rintaro took him to task and insulted him mercilessly. Let him come up with a better and less pathetic excuse to say he wanted to approach and approach Sakusa and not use the two of them. And little harm if Sakusa incensed him with her gaze, they had promised that at his funeral they would not say that "Miya Atsumu was a good person. He always said hello").
The fourth time Osamu and Rintaro see Motoya is for their first date. And it's not that you get an inkling that it might be a date, because it is a date.
After days, weeks spent texting each other in their three-way chat, video chatting late into the night, they finally see each other again.
And there is no awkwardness. And Motoya does not feel, in the midst of the two of them already being a couple, a "more," but the piece that is missing, that completes.
The fifth time Osamu and Rintaro see Motoya, they make love together.
Not mere sex for its own sake, but their own love. That love they are giving to each other, without ever having asked themselves whether it was right or wrong like that. If it was a whim, a perversion... Because whoever has the power to make you feel, to make you feel emotions, it means that they have already entered your heart.
And the three of them their hearts feel them bursting with emotion and love.
And their emotions, their love, in those moments, they are writing it on the skin of each other's bodies in their fingertips.
The umpteenth time Osamu and Rintaro see Motoya is when all three of them wake up together, six years after that famous first time, in the big king-size bed. It fills the entire room of what is now their apartment, even though Suna and Motoya only get to come home every two weeks.
And there is nothing more beautiful for the two of them to hear Osamu's okaeri as they drop their duffel bags on the floor, tired from their journey, and dive into his arms.
Because home can be a place, a person, a feeling, an emotion.
A glance...