Haikyuu!! Rare-pair Fic Collection

all before bed - kageyachi

| Established relationship, consensual, loving, oral sex, aged up, college, explicit |
Summary: Practice didn't wear him out, but he knows what will.

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It's late in the evening when he finally makes it home, the kitchen light is on but it's clear she's already headed to bed. There is a plate of food waiting for him in the microwave, he scarfs it down by the sink and then immediately moves toward the fridge to rummage around for more. Practice had run a little longer than intended, yet it did very little to curb the excess energy. He was only just getting fired up when they'd called it quits for the day; he'd decided to run a few laps at the nearby park to take the edge off. Before he knew it, it was a quarter to midnight.

He's left with the usual predicament. There is nowhere reasonable for him to go to expel this tension at this most unreasonable hour. She will awaken soon to find his side of the bed empty, and she will most certainly be unhappy to do so. With all this energy and absolutely nowhere to put it, he finds an open space on the living room floor to work in a few pushups.

Five sets in, he holds himself at the resting position and huffs impatiently. A bead of sweat rolls past his temple, heart pounding. He needs a shower. There's a dull throb in his muscles he knows will only worsen by tomorrow morning. His skin feels hot and sticky and his hands can't stop shaking. He considers his alternatives, quickly narrowing the longer he takes to decide.

"Tobio?" her sleepy voice mumbles from their bedroom door.

He hops back on the balls of his feet, settling onto his haunches in one quick move. She's wearing one of his shirts, the hem falls to mid-thigh and so from here he can't quite tell what she's wearing underneath. A pair of shorts, some old underwear—either way, he finds himself staring. Her hair is mussed, the kitchen light filters through the golden locks like some delicate halo and when she moves it falls across the shoulder bared by the collar of his shirt. Paints it a pretty gold.

He licks his lips.

"Did I wake you?" he asks, glancing down at her feet as she makes her way over to him. "Sorry. I'll be finished soon."

"Are you alright?"

He considers this. College has treated him differently, a whole new set of people to get used to and not one of them is willing to keep up with him. It gets disheartening sometimes, but mostly it has this unfortunate side effect. Restlessness, the need to do without the means of doing. It courses through him, makes his hands clench into fists. His muscles strain to jump. He can almost feel the ball in his hands, like some phantom limb. He flexes his fingers and finds himself staring hard at the ground, mouth twisted into a frown.

"Tobio," she says, crouching down before him. "Are you okay?"

He can't leave the apartment. He can't run this energy off. She'll be wanting him here. Today was her day off and he had allowed himself to be caught up in his training, when really all she'd hoped for was to spend some time with him. Given his current state, and with so few hours before tomorrow, there are very few options for him to choose from. He won't be able to sit still for more than a moment at a time.

How incredibly frustrating.

"I'm fine," he brushes off, meeting her gaze. She balances unsteadily on her toes, brow furrowing. "Don't worry."

She spares a smile, if weary, and reaches out to brush away the hair plastered to his forehead. "Let's go to bed. You must be tired."

Not in the slightest, but he can't bring himself to admit that. He splashes his face at their bathroom sink as she climbs into bed once more. He peels his shirt from his skin, dropping it by his feet and glancing at the shower slowly. He needs to wash this off, he reeks of sweat. It coats him in streaks from his throat to his torso to the backs of his own legs. He pulls his fingers through his hair and it is most unpleasant, stringy, tangled into clumps. He watches his reflection awkwardly sniff at his armpit.