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The silence continues. Tooru is stuck then, not knowing how to express that this isn’t a confession. This isn’t a statement requiring an answer, it’s not something he’s completely sure he should’ve said out loud in the first place.
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“My mother hugged me at my university graduation,” he says suddenly, the memory playing on loop in his head. He’d thought at first that she and Father had only shown up for the appearances, but then standing on the side of the road outside the venue, Kiyoomi still in his robes and Dad in the car, she had stepped towards him and wrapped her arms around him, squeezed him like she didn’t want to let go. It was the first and only time she has hugged him since he was seven years old. He swears, as she pulled away, she had whispered ‘I’m sorry.’
He'd had a panic attack as soon as they drove off, crying alone on the pavement until Aunt Mio was able to pick him up and take him back to her house because she refused to drop him at his apartment all alone.
“It doesn’t seem like she does that a lot,” it comes out of Atsumu’s lips as an almost-whisper.
Kiyoomi shakes his head. “She doesn’t."Kiyoomi takes Atsumu home to Tokyo as his fake boyfriend for Christmas. He doesn't know why he ever thought that would be a good idea. The Sakusas don't take kindly to spectators. Or themselves.
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Osaka is different. He's never lived here, so it's never been "home", but every time he's gone for too long he gets antsy. He expects the door to his bedroom to be on the left side of the hallway, when it's actually on the right. Gets startled at the way sounds seep in through his bedroom window when there isn't another body to muffle them. Sniffs fresh laundry and wonders if he forgot detergent, only to remember that Osamu just uses way too much.
Suna wonders if this is what homesickness feels like.
Well, if Suna is sick, this must certainly be the cure. The routines of visiting Osamu settle behind his chest the way a warm bowl of kasujiru does on a cold day. Transforming the ache of longing into the ease of having.
or, what starts as a game of ordering food for each other turns into suna realizing that he's in love with his best friend
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12 Jun 2026
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That’s the part he likes. The shivers he feels become breath dancing across his skin—Kuroo’s or his own, he isn’t sure. The skin crawling sensation folds into the feeling of Kuroo’s skin on his, fingertips dancing across the surface or palms pushing into his muscles. He is still exhausted; they both are. He is still out of breath; somehow Kuroo isn’t. But he doesn’t have to latch onto any lifeline he can to pull that air into his lungs. He is calm, and Kuroo is there.
And Lev’s voice calls out somewhere in the gym, "Kenma! You have asthma?"
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Kenma analyzes the parts of his relationship with Kuroo that leave him breathless.
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07 Jun 2026
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That day, all throughout the full-set match, every time the hitter—Fukuroudani’s Number 12— tries to grab point after point, Akaashi watches him handle each ball like it’s his very first time on the court, with his soul still filled to the brim with serious love and amazement for the game. He watches him pour that love into each movement, golden eyes lit up like a call to action, and when he bursts through the air like a rising star, Akaashi can’t help but feel himself rise, as well.
Like Venus in the night sky, where each daylight blazes for a year,
Tell me, universe, does he burn this bright for his soulmate, too?
In which Akaashi has a broken soulmate thread while Bokuto's is still very much intact (but they find a way to be together regardless).
Or: A study in hopeless longing and world-defying choices, penned lovingly by Akaashi Keiji and Bokuto Koutarou.
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What Sakusa says is this:
"I told Kuroo-san I would do it, but I thought you should hear it from me." What Atsumu says, in all his infinite eloquence and quick-tongued wit is:
"Wuh?" Sakusa sneers.
"Congratulations, Miya, until the end of Terushima-san's party, we're officially dating."
or: Atsumu needs a fake date. Sakusa needs a fake boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?