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The floor is cold against his back as Tendou tips his arms over his head, stretching out his body and especially his spine. He lets out a content groan as it cracks.
Today was a hard fought match. Sure it was just a scrimmage but that doesn’t matter. A match is a match which means when they’re out on the court, every single one of them will be giving their all. They always give their all, both coach and Wakatoshi wouldn’t let them slack off.
His muscles are pleasantly sore, in the way that only happens when he’s worked his ass off. His blocks were on point today, making the other team pissy. Just thinking about it brings a smile to his face again. There were a few close calls and every single point was fought over.
It was fun.
“What was up with you today?” Tendou murmurs, tilting his head to the right in order to see the side of Wakatoshi’s face. His eyes are closed, his lashes pretty and long. His jaw is always so hard and chiseled. He tries not to stare but it’s hard when Wakatoshi looks like that. “You looked so mad a few times. Like they were really getting under your skin.”
Wakatoshi makes a noise at the back of his throat. They turn over to their left, bringing their right legs over their hips so they can stretch out their thighs and hips and backs. Their arms are still flat on the floor. Tendou has the routine down to a science.
Wakatoshi is good at routines and because Tendou is good at Wakatoshi, he’s also got them down.
They’re so different. Wakatoshi is quiet. He doesn’t talk much unless he’s got something that needs to be said. He thrives on routines and structure and discipline. Tendou is all silly movements and rambling words just for the sake of talking. He’s chaos compared to Wakatoshi.
Somehow, despite their differences, they work. Wakatoshi gives him a settleness he wouldn’t have alone while he gives Wakatoshi a little whimsy in his life. Or at least, that’s what he hopes he brings.
“I got in my head. They were trying to stop me so badly and I just wanted nothing but to make them pay for it.” Wakatoshi snorts to himself. “I shouldn’t have acted like that.”
“I don’t know, I kinda like it,” he says with a chuckle, his chest warm as he thinks about those stony glares and clenched hands during the game. “Sometimes it feels so methodical, like our team has everything down to a science. There’s nothing wrong with that,” he quickly adds. “But days like today where you just let yourself play, that’s when we have some of the most fun out there.”
“Hmm.”
Yeah, that’s the reaction he was expecting and it makes him smile. He likes how much he knows Wakatoshi.
Tendou flips over, bringing the opposite leg over, now facing Wakatoshi. He startles, realizing Wakatoshi hasn’t flipped over yet. Before he can question if he’s somehow forgotten how long they stretch on each side, Wakatoshi smiles at him. It’s barely there but Tendou saw it.
“What?” Tendou starts to say but his words are stolen as Wakatoshi inches their hands together, just the tips of their fingers touching. He moves his fingers away from the bandages his fingers are wrapped in, touching his pinky instead so he can touch skin on skin. Sparks race over his skin and he feels his cheeks flame.
“I have fun playing with you. Every time.”
Thank god they’re on the floor because otherwise Tendou is pretty sure he’d faint. His chest flutters violently at the words. Wakatoshi’s facial expression doesn’t change but his eyes are warm.
As Wakatoshi flips over into their usual routine once more, Tendou can’t stop his face from slipping into the biggest smile.
“Me too, Wakatoshi. Me too.”