Staying Up Until Sunrise -- TsukkiYama
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“Are you tired?” It’s a perfectly reasonable question to ask, since Tadashi is pretty sure that they are both staring aimlessly at the ceiling right now.

“No,” comes Kei’s immediate answer.

Tadashi isn’t either. He’s been trying to tamp down the thought that keeps intruding on his mind. The one where
Kei pushes him up against a wall and kisses him.

The one that whispers ‘Kei keeps looking your way,’ as if there is any chance that his tall and gorgeous friend would think something like that about him: a freckle-faced dork who can’t stand up for himself.

Then why did Kei come over?
Why did he insist on pulling his futon so close?

Why is Kei looking at Tadashi like that, haloed in moonlight?

“Your serve has gotten really good.” Suddenly Tadashi feels Kei’s hand graze his own. “You’re really cool, you know that?”

Tadashi doesn’t know that. He’s never been cool. He’s always been Kei’s nerdy fanboy friend.

“Not as cool as you,” Tadashi finally says.

Kei’s fingers clasp around his own; Tadashi holds his breath.

“Call it a tie then,” Kei smiles, and he brings their joined hands to his lips, feathering them with a kiss.

Oh.

Long Car Rides with the Windows Down — UkaTake
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Keishin tried not to think about a lot of things. Because when he thinks, he overanalyzes, and right now, if he let himself overanalyze, something of the magic would be lost.

He didn’t doubt why Ittetsu extended the invitation to him: a vacation away from the shop and the farms and even the boys. Away from practice matches and Best New Coach interviews, away from…

Away from marriage proposals he would never agree to.
Away from people asking if he had a lucky lady.
Away from watching the same propositions come to Ittetsu and having to train his face not to react.

“The trees, can you smell them?”
The windows were down; Keishin closed his eyes to let his nostrils take in the breeze.
“Yeah.”
“So much better than cigarette smoke I imagine.”

Ah, so that was part of the motivation. Ittetsu had always hated Keishin’s vice. Said that kissing him tasted like a dirty ashtray.

Ittetsu wasn’t wrong about that.

“I am going to guess that when I look in my bag, my cigarettes are going to have mysteriously vanished?”
Ittetsu’s smile answered for him.
“Well then, you better find a vice to replace them.”
“I can do that.”

Campfire Evenings - IwaOi
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It started in middle school. The first time. A new and brilliant setter had arrived, and Toru had a breakdown. He wasn’t a genius like Tobio Kageyama was, and he could feel those metallic blue eyes coming up behind him, getting ready to swipe away everything.

“Let’s go camping,” Iwaizumi had said.

And Toru let himself be dragged into the wilderness with the wing spiker who seemed to see through every shield he tried to put up.

They ate marshmallows that night, ones that were burned from overenthusiastic prodding. They talked about life.

When Toru dipped his head against Iwaizumi’s shoulder, Iwaizumi had not pushed him away. He’d thrown his arm around Toru and pulled him in tight.

“You’re going to be okay,” he’d promised, and stuffed a marshmallow into Toru’s mouth.

It was perfectly cooked.

Now, on the days that Aoba Johsai falls apart during a practice match, or Toru’s serves just won’t land, or the girl that Toru tried to date walks away, when Shiratorizawa yet again reigns supreme, there is a bag of marshmallows waiting for him in his locker.

He always lets Iwaizumi drag him back to the campfire, and thanks him for the perfectly-cooked marshmallows.