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Hanging out with Hinata, Kageyama, and Tsukishima had been fun.
They’d hit up a local ice cream shop after practice, the kind of low-key outing that always felt effortless.
Hinata was bouncing around, trying to swipe bites from everyone’s cone while Kageyama scowled and guarded his like his life depended on it. Tsukishima had his usual unimpressed expression, though he indulged in his strawberry cone with the quiet satisfaction of someone who wouldn’t admit he was enjoying himself. Yamaguchi had been laughing at something—Hinata, probably—and hadn’t even noticed he’d gotten a smear of ice cream on his face until Tsukishima reached out. “Hold still,” Tsukishima muttered, his tone casual, but his actions anything but.
Yamaguchi froze as Tsukishima swiped the pad of his thumb across his cheek. Before he could process what was happening, Tsukishima brought his thumb to his lips, licking the ice cream off without a second thought. Yamaguchi short-circuited.
Normally, this would’ve been the perfect time to make a snarky comment—something about Tsukishima being weird or gross—but the words didn’t come. His brain stuttered and sputtered like an old machine, every coherent thought replaced by the single, horrifying realization that Tsukishima had just—holy shit—licked something off his own thumb.
“Yamaguchi, you good?” Tsukishima asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced down at him.
“Uh, yeah!” Yamaguchi blurted, his voice embarrassingly high-pitched.
He turned away so fast he almost dropped his cone, mumbling something about the heat and taking a huge bite to shut himself up. His face burned for the rest of the outing, and he avoided looking at Tsukishima entirely.
That night, Yamaguchi tried to shake the memory off. He really did. It wasn’t like this was new—he’d had a crush on Tsukishima since at least last year, and it wasn’t like the guy hadn’t been unintentionally rude, weirdly sweet, or painfully attractive before. But this was…different. Intimate. Still, he hadn’t expected it to follow him into his dreams.
He was half-asleep when it started, soft and hazy at first. He saw flashes of Tsukishima: his long, pale fingers wrapped around a cone, the pink of his tongue as he licked at the ice cream. Then it shifted—those same hands sliding over his skin, the warmth of Tsukishima’s mouth not on his thumb but on his neck, his jaw, his—
Yamaguchi woke with a start, his body on fire and his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. He gasped for air, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling as the remnants of the dream clung to him like molasses.
Oh my god.
He bolted upright, clutching his blanket like it might ground him.
“No, no, no, no—this isn’t happening,” he whispered, shaking his head violently.
But it had happened. He could still feel the phantom heat of Tsukishima’s lips against his skin, his mind replaying the dream in sharp, vivid detail. The way Tsukishima had looked at him, like he was something to be devoured, sent a shiver down his spine.
He scrambled for his phone, his fingers fumbling as he opened a text to Hinata.
yamaguchi: OMG HINATA I JUST HAD THE WORST DREAM EVER.
yamaguchi: ACTUALLY NO IT WAS THE WORST BUT ALSO THE BEST BUT ALSO HORRIFYING.
hinata: ??????
hinata: WHAT HAPPENED??!
yamaguchi: IT WAS ABOUT TSUKKI OH MY GOD I CAN NEVER LOOK AT HIM AGAIN.
hinata: ?????? WHAT DID HE DO LOL TELL ME RIGHT NOW.
yamaguchi: NO NEVER!!
yamaguchi: …
yamaguchi: he was like hot and touchy and and AND!!!!!!
hinata: HAHAHA OMG OMG OMGGG THIS IS SO FUNNY.
hinata: WAIT ARE YOU SERIOUS YOU LIKE HIM THAT MUCH?!?!?
yamaguchi: I KNOW I LIKE HIM BUT I DIDN’T THINK I WAS WET DREAM BAD.
hinata: WET DREAM BAD?!?!? LMAO YAMAGUCHI I’M SCREAMING.
yamaguchi: SHUT UP THIS IS SERIOUS I’M FREAKING OUT.
Hinata sent a string of emojis—screaming faces, fire, water droplets, and about ten crying-laughing faces.
hinata: BRO YOU’RE IN LOVE LMAO.
hinata: YOU’RE SO SCREWED.
yamaguchi: YOU’RE NOT HELPING!
Yamaguchi nearly flung his phone, instead he turned and screamed into his pillow. Hinata was right, he was so, so screwed.