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Kageyama/Hinata. Hinata should not be this hot. Kageyama shouldn't find his short stature attractive, shouldn't have problems with his eyes lingering a little too long on Hinata's smaller frame, the way his shirts hang just a little too big on him sometimes.

Kageyama/Hinata. Hinata should not be this hot. Kageyama shouldn't find his short stature attractive, shouldn't have problems with his eyes lingering a little too long on Hinata's smaller frame, the way his shirts hang just a little too big on him sometimes.

Bokuto/Akaashi. He's not smiling anymore an hour later, after he's fucked up four perfect spikes that Akaashi tossed carefully for him because he's too distracted by the lean, elegant line of Akaashi's legs, kneepads dark against the white of Fukurodani's gym.

Bokuto/Akaashi. He's not smiling anymore an hour later, after he's fucked up four perfect spikes that Akaashi tossed carefully for him because he's too distracted by the lean, elegant line of Akaashi's legs, kneepads dark against the white of Fukurodani's gym.

Iwaizumi/Oikawa. Oikawa gets seriously injured during a match.

Iwaizumi/Oikawa. Oikawa gets seriously injured during a match.

Oikawa/Iwaizumi.   The last place Oikawa thought he would end up in would be a dingy bar covered in sweaty clothes and forced to stand around sweaty people; but here he is, standing under soft purple and red lights, body close to overheating and nothing to combat the exhaustion but a room temperature bottle of water.  “Remind me why I’m here again?”  “Lead singer and guitar, Iwaizumi Hajime. He’s the one I really want you to see.”

Oikawa/Iwaizumi. The last place Oikawa thought he would end up in would be a dingy bar covered in sweaty clothes and forced to stand around sweaty people; but here he is, standing under soft purple and red lights, body close to overheating and nothing to combat the exhaustion but a room temperature bottle of water. “Remind me why I’m here again?” “Lead singer and guitar, Iwaizumi Hajime. He’s the one I really want you to see.”

Oikawa/Iwaizumi. He is twenty five when his knee gives way under his weight and the world comes crashing down on him. That evening, Hajime’s fingers are dancing across Tooru’s face, wiping his tears away as he tries to process the fact that he will never play volleyball again.

Oikawa/Iwaizumi. He is twenty five when his knee gives way under his weight and the world comes crashing down on him. That evening, Hajime’s fingers are dancing across Tooru’s face, wiping his tears away as he tries to process the fact that he will never play volleyball again.

Daichi/Suga It was the shorts that did it. Their fault, Daichi told himself. Well, them and the person now nestled into them. And it wasn’t that they were tight. It wasn’t that they were short (he’d certainly seen shorter and tighter housing this particular ass). It was that they ... they ... flounced.  Yeah, that really was the word for it.

Daichi/Suga It was the shorts that did it. Their fault, Daichi told himself. Well, them and the person now nestled into them. And it wasn’t that they were tight. It wasn’t that they were short (he’d certainly seen shorter and tighter housing this particular ass). It was that they ... they ... flounced. Yeah, that really was the word for it.

Kageyama/Hinata. Hinata won’t stop wearing Kageyama’s shirts to bed, and it’s becoming a problem.

Kageyama/Hinata. Hinata won’t stop wearing Kageyama’s shirts to bed, and it’s becoming a problem.

Daichi/Suga “I just wish it was something you could practice before you have to… perform.” He narrows his eyes, imagining it. “Like a CPR class.”  Suga raises an eyebrow. “You want to practice it. Beforehand.”  “Yeah. Are you offering?”  ((Daichi doesn't like to be bad at things--kissing included--and Suga is willing to help him practice.))

Daichi/Suga “I just wish it was something you could practice before you have to… perform.” He narrows his eyes, imagining it. “Like a CPR class.” Suga raises an eyebrow. “You want to practice it. Beforehand.” “Yeah. Are you offering?” ((Daichi doesn't like to be bad at things--kissing included--and Suga is willing to help him practice.))

Lev/Yaku. After a twisted ankle and an uncomfortable realization, Yaku starts to see a different side of Lev—one he doesn't want to kick at all. (Or, well... not often.)

Lev/Yaku. After a twisted ankle and an uncomfortable realization, Yaku starts to see a different side of Lev—one he doesn't want to kick at all. (Or, well... not often.)

Iwaizumi/Oikawa. Up the mossy mountain steps, past the komainu guardians and the faded red gate, and beyond the boundaries of the green shrine—that’s where the forest and the spirit world within it lies. That’s were Hajime met him, and where their story began.  But intertwining of destinies can be ugly business, Hajime finds, when their first meeting begins with blood and the too-human eyes of a beast.

Iwaizumi/Oikawa. Up the mossy mountain steps, past the komainu guardians and the faded red gate, and beyond the boundaries of the green shrine—that’s where the forest and the spirit world within it lies. That’s were Hajime met him, and where their story began. But intertwining of destinies can be ugly business, Hajime finds, when their first meeting begins with blood and the too-human eyes of a beast.

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