#haikyuu shorts

[hihello-pinky]

Carpet

I haven’t written anything in months. I know I’m kinda rusty and I don’t like this a hundred percent. Nonetheless, enjoy (?) reading! Characters: she/her Reader X Miya Atsumu Genre: Angst WC: 648

‼️ Warning: death‼️

You hated the new dark blue carpet that covered your living room floor. When you went shopping with Atsumu last weekend, you had tried your best to dissuade the blonde from choosing it, but Atsumu Miya always gets what he wants and so you went home that day with the carpet in the trunk of your car. Now, you sat on the couch, glaring at the carpet that failed to cushion the fall of your mug. You would have let it pass any other day, except for the fact that it’s the mug. Your favorite mug, customized and gifted to you by your boyfriend of four years.

It took you a few more moments of just staring at the broken glass before you mustered the energy to rise from the sofa and pick up the remnants of your favorite mug. You moved slower than usual, your carefulness not due to fear of pricking yourself, but because of wanting to imprint the mug’s design to your mind. It was an animated version of Atsumu’s face, tongue peeking out of his mouth. Below are the words Have a rice day! A pun on onigiri, a shared love with his twin.

As you washed your hands in the kitchen sink, you fondly recalled all the times that Atsumu made puns and jokes to you; the times you would feign annoyance on your face just to get a reaction out of the man whose pout you loved the most. Your recollection was interrupted by the sudden sound of your phone ringing. You rushed towards the living room, seeing that you had left the phone on the couch. In the rush to answer the call, you forgot to remove your indoor slippers and only noticed it when your head dropped at the same time your phone made a slight thudding sound against the carpeted floor.

You couldn’t recall what happened after. The next thing you knew, you were in the hospital’s emergency ward, your mind trying to process what the doctors were telling you. Road accident. Several broken shards cutting through some veins that couldn’t be repaired. Many casualties. Doctors tried their best. You just absentmindedly nodded your head at what was told to you. As you sat on the cold and hard chair, another man approached. It was a uniformed guy in his mid-forties wearing what you assumed to be his ‘work face’. For a brief moment, you allowed yourself to wonder how these people live through a job where they have to talk to others dealing with different levels of grief.

“Ms. Y/N?” The man asked softly, as if one wrong word would break you. You hated it but gave a small nod nonetheless. “I’m so sorry about what happened. Here are Miya Atsumu’s belongings...”

You wondered why the officer was carrying a large package when Atsumu had left the house in the morning with nothing but his wallet and phone. You were about to tell the man that maybe there happened to be a mixed up but your gaze landed on the item.

You paused as your eyes widened. A dark green carpet. The one you had been eyeing at the mall. You noticed a small card inside the plastic and knew instantly that whatever was written there would break you but you were already broken the moment you answered the call so you opened the card anyway.

Hey, luv. Sorry I didn’t realize early that you didn’t like the carpet we bought. But! Ta-da! I bought this one which I know you’ll like better. Let’s just give the blue one to ‘Samu and Keiji. Green suits us better, anyway. Love u!!!

You wanted to laugh but held yourself back as the tears watered down your face. Suddenly, there were a lot of thoughts running through your mind but only three words managed to get out of your mouth. “Fuck those carpets.”

[applepi-1]

Masterlist

Aoba Johsai.

Toru Oikawa-  

Make things right

Spin the bottle

Value

Issei Matsukawa-

coming soon

Takahiro Hanamaki-

coming soon

Hajime Iwaizumi-

Photographer- Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12- Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 -

Just Cramps

Your friend likes him

shigeru Yahaba-

coming soon

Shinji Watari-

coming soon

Yutaro Kindaichi-

coming soon

Akira Kunimi-

Sleepover

Kentaro Kyotani-

never

Kaneo Yuda-

coming soon

Motomu Sawauchi-

coming soon

Heisuke Shido-

coming soon

Shiratorizawa.

Wakatoshi Ushijima- 

Friends to lovers

Jin Soekawa-

coming soon

Eita Semi-

Movie night with Shiratorizawa team? And confession with Semi...?

Reon Ohira-

coming soon

Satori Tendo-

Pregnant

Fairs

Brothers insecure best friend

Enemies to Lovers

Yunohama-

coming soon

Tsutomu Goshiki-

coming soon

Yu Shibata-

coming soon

Kenjiro Shirabu-

coming soon

Taichi Kawanishi-

Adorable

Kei Akakura-

coming soon

Hayato Yamagata-

coming soon

Yusho Sagae-

coming soon

Umeda-

coming soon

Suzuki-

coming soon

Nekoma. 

Tetsuro Kuroo-

Tramua

I missed you

Party

Brothers best friend

Nobuyuki Kai-

coming soon

Morisuke Yaku-

coming soon

Taketora Yamamoto-

coming soon

Kenma Kozume-

creepy

misunderstanding

according to you

Shohei Fukunaga-

New girl

So Inuoka-

coming soon

Tamahiko Teshiro-

coming soon

Lev Haiba-

coming soon

Yuki Shibayama-

coming soon

Kurasuno. 

Daichi Sawamura- 

coming soon

Koshi Sugawara-

can I sleep with you?

the girl who wants your boyfriend

need and wants

Asahi Azumane- 

coming soon

Yu Nishinoya- 

jealousy

Ryunosuke Tanaka-

What in the-

Tobio Kageyama-

school shooting

Kageyama!

Like shes mine

rained in

Shoyo Hinata-

coming soon

Kei Tsukishima- 

He cheated?! ft. Kageyama

surprised party

confessions

comfort

asking to kiss

you get jealous

Dreams or reality

The Texts

Tadashi Yamaguchi-

coming soon

Keishin Ukai-

Old friend

Inarizaki. 

Shinsuke Kita-

coming soon

Ren Omimi-

coming soon

Aran Ojiro-

coming soon

Hitoshi Ginjima-

coming soon

Atsumu Miya-

friends into lovers

lonely

drunk confessions get the girl

Rintaro Suna-

roommates

Work wife

Osamu Miya-

flour

creepy ex

Yuto Kosaku-

coming soon

Heisuke Riseki-

coming soon

Michinari Akagi-

coming soon

Fukurodani.

Tatsuki Washio-

coming soon

Yamatu Sarukui-

coming soon

Kotaro Bokuto-

realized

Never too late

It’s always been you

Dances

Keiji Akaashi-

soulmates

you have a panic attack

Secrets out

Akinori Konoha-

coming soon

Shuichi Anahori-

coming soon

Haruki Komi-

coming soon

Wataru Onaga-

coming soon

Sakusa

Friends into lovers

Seven minutes in heaven

Terushima

why

Unfriendly friend

Shorts:

Bumping into an ex or old friend

Kenma, Ushijima, Kuroo

They have a nightmare

Daichi, Nishinoya, Semi, Tendo

Comforting Haikyuu boys who aren't use to being loved

Iwaizumi, Kenma, Tsukishima, Akaashi

He gets defensive of you when your parents treat you badly

Kuroo, Tsukishima

truth or dare

Iwaizumi, Daichi

Protecting their girlfriends

Tsukishima, Bokuto, osamu, Sugawara

Saving their crushes

Tsukishima, Akira, Akagi, suna

Morning after

Tsukishima, Bokuto, Sugawara, Sakusa

The team finds out they have a girlfriend

Pt1

Pt2

Kissing you in front of your ex

Tsukishima, Hinata, Kenma

Someone flirts with you- you use it on them

Sakusa, Asahi, Atsumu

He's afraid of hurting you

Tsukishima, terushima, atsumu

They comfort you after a break up

Sugawara, Kenma, Suna

They hear someone say something bad about them

Bokuto, Akaashi

Caught making out

Tsukishima, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Suna

Kissing them for the first time in front of another girl

Kageyama, Tsukishima

You flinch

Bokuto, Kuroo, Akaashi

text:

AM I ENOUGH?

Ushijima, Tsukishima, Iwaizumi

Calling them 'babe'

Akaashi, Bokuto, Osamu, Kuroo, Akaashi, Kenma

Accidental confessions

Tsukishima

Yamaguchi, Ushijima, Iwaizumi

My hero academia:

Text:

Confessions with Bakugo

Bakugou:

He hears someone say something bad about him

Scared

Shorts:

Car rides

Bakugou, Todoroki, Denki

Walmart

First I love yous

Bakugou, Denki, Kirishima

[moechies]

why they call you mommy 🍥

boys who call you mommy with the intent of breeding you full and getting you pregnant :

౨ৎ toji fushiguro, nanamin kento, ushijima wakatoshi, atsumu & osamu miya, ran haitani, wakasa imaushi, kunigami rensuke

boys who call you mommy because you have them brainless and crying under your control :

౨ৎ gojo satoru, choso kamo, yuuji itadori, yuuta okkotsu, tendou satori, oikawa tooru, sanzu haruchiyo, kazutora hanemiya, ryusei shidou

[tp2-byes]

Some things Haikyuu!! taught me

There are more, I may add them over time (I still haven't finished watching the series).

[chimielie]

cw: and they were roommates

oikawa has another date tonight.

you’re well used to it, the parade of people who he’s gone out with blurring together after years of friendship. especially now that you’ve moved in together and he bothers you every time someone says yes, like an excited puppy with a bone. and who wouldn’t say yes?

you’re lying on your bed, idly scrolling past cat pictures and outfit inspiration, while he blows in and out of your room, begging your opinion on every item in his closet. you don’t know why; you’ve gone through the whole thing a million times at this point and he always chooses just-slightly-too-tight jeans and a button-up open one button too far.

you’ve had nightmares about his collection of silky shirts. nightmares. only occasionally featuring the triangle of exposed chest.

“what about this one?” you roll to your side, blinking.

“i haven’t seen this one before,” you say thoughtfully. “do you still have enough money for rent? i swear you cycle through more clothes than i do in a year in a week.”

“shut up, do you like it?” his ears are burning red, and you smile. you like making him blush.

that’s a dangerous thought, so you turn your attention to his outfit, and—oh.

the new shirt is a cool, pale blue, complimenting the pink hues of his skin perfectly, looking like ice caps on winter waves. it’s tucked loosely into black pants, followed by black boots, laced up and tied with a perfect knot.

he looks like a million bucks.

“it’s perfect,” you say, after a beat too long of drymouthed silence. “um—when do you leave?”

he shoves the sleeve of the shirt up and checks his watch in one smooth motion, and you’ve seen his forearms a billion times, but encased in blue silk you kind of want to bite them? what a bizarre impulse.

“now,” he says, tone rising in panic. “shoot, i was gonna brush my teeth—how’s my breath?”

“how am i supposed to—” you start, but then he’s crossing the room, and you’re sitting up, spine straightening in confusion, and then he kisses you.

one long, hot press of the mouth over yours, his lips soft and open but claiming in a way that sucks every thought out of your head.

the silk of his shirt is cool in contrast to the heat of his skin, too.

“it’s—still fine,” you stammer when he pulls away. “minty. um.”

“perfect,” he says, adjusting his collar like he hasn’t just thrown your world off its axis. “see you later!”

you wave vaguely at his back, still scrambled as he exits your room, though not without turning to shoot you a cheeky wink and a peace sign. once you hear the front door slam shut behind him, you jolt out of your frozen state to fall back onto your bed, staring at the ceiling, just one thought running through your mind.

“what the fuck?”

part 2 here.

[sir-kuroo]

respectfully offers to wash your back but he always ends up 7 inches hard and deep from behind you

—♡ kuroo, akaashi, daichi, iwaizumi, kita, isagi, yukimiya, bachira, reo, kunigami, kyojuro, giyuu, megumi, nanami

[emmyrosee]

ONG OMG OMG CLOTHES SHOPPING WITH SAMU AND SHOWING HIM ALL UR OUTFITS WHILE HE SISTS AND COMPLIMENTS U AND AHHHHH 😍

“Okay. That one’s my favorite.”

You roll your eyes and snicker as his eyes glaze up and down your body, a smile on his face while he soaks you all in. “They’ve all been your favorite, baby,” you remind him.

“I can’t help that you look good in everything,” he scoffs, leaning his elbows on his knees. "What, are you saying I shouldn't be grateful for dating a goddess? You're out of your mind."

Your cheeks are blazed from his words and your mind swirls, how he’s so sweet and the best at hyping you up keeping your heart pounding in your chest. Osamu’s always had the way to make you melt into a pile of mush, though doing it in public so boastfully is definitely new.

“I think I’ve got one more,” you assure, stepping back k into the dressing room.

“I miss you,” he calls.

“I miss you more,” you return, and you pick up the final article of clothing- a short, tight dress, one you snuck in when he was looking at men’s shoes so he’d never get a peek before seeing it adorning your body.

It slips on and fits like a glove.

You’re pretty sure you saved the best for last.

You smirk at your reflection as your hands smooth down the dress, giving yourself a little spin in the wide mirrors. You sigh softly, happily, and you hear him chuckle, “don’t leave me in suspense, come on now.”

“I don’t think you’re ready for me,” you challenge.

You hear him scoff, “oh, I’m ready for you.”

You’re quick to fiddle with the lock and open the door, revealing yourself for the nth time today.

This time, however, his jaw drops. His eyes widen and they shamelessly take you all in, and the smirk that starts to spread is captured by his teeth as he sinks his them into the fat of it. His body tightens, and he lets out a small sigh through his nose, a small hand coming up to card his hair back.

“Holy fuck.”

“Osamu!” You giggle. “Dont say that!”

“You look… divine, momma,” he exhales, dropping his hand and resting it on his knee. “I was full of it before- this one’s my favorite.”

“Yeah?” You mewl, using your index finger to beckon him closer, and as if tranced, he stands up and makes his way to you, hands immediately reaching out to rest on your hips. “You like it that much?”

“I love it, angel face,” he confesses, his eyes shining with adoration and complete obsession. “If you get nothing from today- which you absolutely should- get the dress. For me.”

“For you?”

He chuckles, “yeah. Wanna look at you in it forever.”

[luvring]

gn!reader | iwaizumi will do a lot of things if you ask, but he's always a little awkward and embarrassed about taking photos of himself. what angle does he use, why's the lighting so bad, this is his "no one will see me" t-shirt, does his smile look forced, etc, etc., which means you only ask every once and a while, mostly as a joke, and never mind when he brushes it off with a laugh.

so when you open your messages to see an unprompted selfie of him, blurry, sitting in dim light, cheeks flushed and biting his lip to stop a grin, shocked is one word you can use to describe yourself. apparently drunk hajime is different from sober hajime, and confident enough to send a second, third photo capturing his night out with his old teammates at karaoke.

and you're not sure if it was their idea or his, but you really can't bring yourself to complain when he accidentally sends a video instead of a photo that perfectly frames his slightly unbuttoned top, messy hair that he runs his fingers through (he's brought up needing a haircut every week for the past month, but keeps pushing off setting an appointment), and raspy laugh as he tells someone off screen to shut up and sing already before turning to you with a smile.

"oh, shit, it's a video."

"pft, are you really that drunk?"

"hiii," someone—you think tooru—singsongs your name.

another complains, his voice muffled by your boyfriend moving the camera, "ugh, can you move over?"

"hi babe." hajime's low, slurred voice brings your attention back to him. "i got 94 on m'last song, jus' so y'know.

"let it go! that was all luck—"

"shut up, it's not my fault y'got 67 and sound like a dying bird. ugh," he seems to lose his train of thought and sniffles. "uh...don't worry, issei's driving m'back. i'll tell you 'bout it when i get home. see you soon, alright? love you."

the video ends, cutting off the beginning of a voice crack and off-pitch note, and the responding cackle that momentarily fills the quiet of your living room.

it's not a hard decision to save everything he's sent to your phone. the real hard decision will be tomorrow, you think, when you have to decide between teasing him to death or helping with his hangover. but then you get another notification—another text from him that reads "Cany ou tell them i'm not gonna sing adell" and you smile.

you can probably do both.

(he does end up singing, but so does everyone else. the video you get is way too loud, and way too close to the microphone, and the phone falls to the floor at some point, but it's saved to your gallery anyway. he makes you promise not to play it the next morning because it's "so headache inducing he could explode.")

[hinata-boke]

i suddenly felt the need to draw fem iwa and oikawa

[kayentokk]

“A lot better, now.”

Just imagine being so stressed after a long day, whether it was work, maybe pressure from expectations, or you’re just completely exhausted. There doesn’t even have to be a reason, you’re just tired and drained.

You barely make it one stiff, tired step into your apartment before he comes around the corner to greet you with a warm kiss and hug. It’s routine for you at this point. Every day you receive the tightest, secure, warm embrace from your favorite person. Arms snugly encircled around your waist, hands giving soothing rubs up and down your back. 

Then after remaining in that moment, for what feels like the best couple seconds of your life, soft, pliant lips place a gentle peck on your forehead. 

Those same arms wrap back around you once more, just for good measure, and cradle you. You’re completely surrounded by the calming scent, body, and essence of him.

This is the best part of your day, the thing that wakes you up in the morning and lets you lay down peacefully that night. You could stay like this forever, you think. 

You’re gently eased out of the hug, hands running up and down the sides of your arms. There’s a deep inhale before he softly inquires,

“How was today?”

“A lot better, now.”

[Kento, Hinata, ushijima, Izuku, Rengoku, Kirishima, Suguru, Katsuki, Kuroo, Bokuto, Tanjiro, your fave]

@/cafekitsune for the divider!

[slutfactory]

Back to cucking Kenma, on a day where he was being particularly bad, you tie his hands behind his back and make him lay neglected facing upwards for a nice view of Kuroo getting plowed doggy style right above him.

OOH why didn't i think of that??

just imagine kenma covered in the mess kuroo made while being pounded. there's nowhere else for him to look but straight up and being so close, he can see the hearts in kuroo's eyes.

kuroo isn't even looking at kenma, but in his general direction— the man is literally drooling and babbling nonsense/begging you to fuck him harder. you've been fucking him so good, he can't think of anything else but your cock.

meanwhile kenma is underneath you two, quietly seething with jealousy. but he knows that was his own fault.

[temeyes]

more timeskip!Tsukki, except he's wearing my pjs from earlier

[afterthelambs]

Ushijima-Oikawa parallels with Kageyama-Hinata

To me, Ushijima and Oikawa are like a tragic parallel to Hinata and Kageyama. If Oikawa had gone to Shiratorizawa then he and Ushijima could've had the partnership that Kagehina had. But because he didn't, they will never know what it's like to make the other feel invincible.

Shipping goggles aside, the parallels have to be intentional (haikyuu is too well-written for it to be just a coincidence): Both Ushijima and Kageyama were framed as naturally gifted volleyball monsters. Meanwhile Oikawa and Hinata believed that they were just average (even though the people around them know that they have their own strengths). Ushijima was the one who kept winning against Oikawa, just like how Kageyama was always ahead of Hinata. Both Hinata and Oikawa went abroad to gain experience so they could finally beat their rival. Ushijima and Kageyama are both awkward, intimidating, and ASD-coded while Hinata and Oikawa are framed as easy-going extroverted chatterboxes. These pairs are literally so similar it's crazy. Look at them and tell me it's not intentional

It also makes sense when you consider that their playstyles are also complementary. Kageyama and Hinata were a good match for each other because Hinata needed Kageyama's precision and Kageyama needed someone agile to match his own speed. But Ushijima's only requirement is for the ball to be set high and the right distance from the net so it's easy to hit. And which setter is known for dedicating themselves to their spikers, giving them easy sets? Oikawa. They truly could've been a terrifying duo.

I think Furudate was trying to show what Kageyama and Hinata could've been if they didn't team up. They'd still be strong, sure, but not invincible like they were in Karasuno. (as opposed to the Miya twins, who were supposed to show what they could've been like if they had an equal from the very beginning)

But in the end it all worked out for everyone! They all got to play on the world stage together. Ushijima and Oikawa even had their reconciliation at the all stars match (still waiting on the Oikawa-Kageyama reconciliation please please please 👀). They're all happy so I suppose it isn't actually tragic. I just cant help but wonder what could have been if Ushijima and Oikawa learned what it's like to be each other's greatest ally. Hinata and Kageyama were so lucky to have found each other after all.

[moechies]

“you can spit it out if you’d like.”

౨ৎ nanamin kento, hiruguma hiromi, megumi fushiguro, ushijima wakatoshi, sugawara koshi, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi, mitsuya takashi

“good girls swallow, princess.”

౨ৎ suguru getou, hinata shoyo, oikawa tooru, rin itoshi, kunigami rensuke, bachira meguru, kisaki tetta

[tilts your head back and forces you to swallow]

౨ৎ gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen, toji fushiguro, tendou satori, terushima yuji, sae itoshi, shidou ryusei, barou shoei, ran haitani, sanzu haruchiyo, hanma shuji + all of the tokrev men :((

[chimielie]

cw: a lot of discussion of suggestive / nsfw topics, no actual nsfw, nonsense

related to this but can be read standalone

Hajime thinks he’s getting the hang of this.

Yeah, you’re annoying, much touchier than usual, wearing clothing entirely unsuitable for early November, trying to get him to snap, but it’s been manageable. Only a couple of times he’s had to rip himself away from you before things went any further than he trusted himself to go.

He’s rediscovered the simple pleasure of making out like teenagers, keeping all your clothes on and varying your paces. Just spending hours breathing each other in and kissing slow.

He might even—might—add that there seems to be a kind of emotional benefit to this weird mandated sex break. It lets the both of you talk about your desires with literally no expectation and a lighthearted, joking air that eases Hajime’s intense inclinations exponentially. It’s not something that either of you would ever want to do any longer than you have to or even next year (you’ve been very clear that you see it as some sort of strange extended foreplay, on your end), but its been… better than he’d thought, in some ways.

In some ways it was still hell.

Still, as the days pass and he doesn’t die of blue balls, he starts to figure that this whole challenge might be really doable.

Hajime lies in bed with you, eyes half-shut as the both of you wind down for the evening with your new routine.

Your lips are soft against his, his left hand cupping the back of your neck, the other rubbing slow, light circles into your back. It’s gentle, sweet kissing, not the frantic and heated interaction of more carnal relations. It makes Hajime feel—

His fingertips are buzzing where they touch you, strings playing in his head, his head fuzzy with your scent. Content, like he could stay here forever.

You push yourself up on your elbows suddenly, smoothly, and settle your weight more heavily on his stomach, your knees squeezing his sides. Your pupils are dilated but your gaze is tender, and he can almost feel rose-colored glasses sliding over his face as he stares up at you.

“I’m in love with you,” you say, voice low and throaty from long minutes spent exploring his mouth slowly, excruciatingly so, like you hadn’t since the first months you’d been dating.

Hajime moans.

Loudly and unmistakably and completely involuntarily.

He sits up immediately, pitching you off of him as you collapse in a heap of giggles. His face is burning, he can feel it, but your laughter is surrounding him like a too-deep featherbed.

“I think,” you can hardly breathe, let alone speak through your mirth. He’d throttle you but that would only make things worse right now. “I think you just failed No Nut November.”

[hanaonesflower]

Iwaizumi finds himself looking at you, puzzled at the way you shy away from his touch. He doesn’t quite get it. But he doesn’t want to push. Hajime does what he knows how to do best; talks it out. Or he tries really hard to. Ever since he’s been more comfortable around you, his arms often swing behind your shoulders and his hands usually are intertwined with yours but he hasn’t stopped to notice that you don’t openly accept his touches.

“Honey, stop.” His tone far from harsh but it still manages to stop you dead in your tracks. You turn to see him, finding your lover standing a couple feet away from you, his arms unoccupied, flinching with the itch for wanting to hold you.

“Hi? Is something wrong?” Regardless of how it may seem, Hajime is not good with his words. He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times only for hopeless croaks to escape his throat. He looks, sad. So, so sad. His arms are being brought up, holding out as if he is collecting a reward, well in this case the reward would be to hold you longer.

“Can you come here, please?” Oddly enough you don’t protest, you don’t try to question him. Instead you step towards him as if someone has possessed you, Hajime looks relieved, he doesn’t have to fight for it. Even though, we all know that he would. “Can you, can I — can you let me hold you, please?” Oh. Yeah. You think. It still doesn’t occur to you that Hajime caught onto the way you shorten every hug, halt every kiss before it gets too deep, shake your hand away from his grasp. Physical touch makes you feel queasy, and it is oh so unpleasant. The direct linkage of physical touch to sex makes you uncomfortable, feeling like each touch has to be accompanied by sexual intimacy. Why does it have to be like that?

Once the distance between you decreases he quickly pulls you close, wraps his arms around your torso tightly. Afraid of losing you.

“D-don’t pull away just yet, okay?” You stay, without saying a word. Hajime doesn’t say much either, it doesn’t take long for your breathing to sync with one another. It was peaceful, tranquil. His hand instinctively travels lower towards your waist, and just like clockwork, you pull away, resisting the strength of his arms. You should have known by now that Hajime can rage storms with his eyes but shut them down just as fast with the way his arms bring so much peace.

“Why?” He asks. This isn’t a normal look for Hajime, he looks like he is on the brink of tears. And you feel yours begin to pour. He doesn’t deserve this. You don’t get to treat him like this. Poor boy just wants to show you what genuine touch feels like and you refuse to give him a chance. “Why can’t I touch you? Why can’t I hold you?” He feels so bad. Hajime tries to rethink about all the things he might have done that led you to feeling unbearable being held by him.

Resolve crumbling at your feet. Physical touch is his way of expressing his love, it’s always something that has always bring him comfort, stability, it has grounded him in many situations. He wants to feel close to you, but he has never felt so far away. It feels like a part of himself is always missing, hiding within you. This is cruel. This is isolating.

Without saying much you crouch to reach him, arms wrapping his shoulders, snuggling your head in his neck, situating in its rightful place. You two don’t share much words in this moment, not much is needed to be said anyway. The way he’s breaking down, longing so badly for the touch of his beloved, so much it hurts. The way his neurons fire, sending chills down his back and the way his skin heats up at the moment you make contact. You hold him and you don’t let go. You stay until you both are spent from the tears you shed. “I’ll hold you like this forever if I could, Haji, I’m sorry.” You believe that you finally get it now. Physical touch doesn’t have to feel evil, it can feel just like this. His hands find your torso again, timid, but he’s willing to try. he sighs into your touch, so relieved to be reconnected with the part of himself he once relinquished to you.