All night, the only thing Takeru could think about was that kiss he had received from Y/n. His plump lips were warm on his cheek, his eyes were closed, thick, h/c eyelashes framed his big eyes. His cheeks burned a healthy pink, somehow resembling a peach to Takeru.
Let's not forget about his smile. His smile, Takeru could look at it forever. It was simply to gorgeous to look away from it. For the past months, Takeru and Y/n had shared the same volleyball lessons at there school and let's just say that Takeru now has more competition coming his way. From the stares Y/n receives in the hallway, to the cringed written love letters stuffed into his locker. He hated it.
Takeru wanted Y/n for himself, but how could that happen when his crush was his uncle's enemy's younger brother.
"Takeru?"
The boy snapped out of his daydream, now focusing on the shorter in front of him, waving their hand in front of his face.
He smiled "Yes,Y/n? Is there anything you need?" The younger only nodded with a bright smile on his face, showcasing his pearly white teeth.
"Come to Shiratorizawa with me! We'll get to play on the same team, and go to nationals. Only if you want to though..." He ended off with a small frown on his face. His eyebrows furrowed as his cheeks puffed out adorably. Takeru was in a dilemma. Should he go to Aoba Johsai like his uncle had told him to, or join his crush at Shiratorizawa where they could play side by side on the same team.
"Give me a little bit more time, okay Y/n? I promise to tell you by the end of the year." He tried reasoning. To his surprise, Y/n didn't mind at all. He even gave him until the year after this. He was so different from other people nowadays, always so impatient and demanding for answers straight away. Y/n was the perfect person for him.
*Knock knock* "Takeru Kun. Are you ready to go to school?" There, outside the said male's house, was a little boy, wearing an oversized red and black plaid sweater on top of a white button up shirt, black shorts, at about his mid thigh or lower, white knee high socks, and brown Mary Jane shoes.
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In Takeru's eyes, he looked perfect. His glass e/c eyes, his smooth s/c skin, his luscious, full, pink lips, and his slightly messy, soft locks, covering just a bit of his eyes.
Today, the school was having a photo shoot to put in the year book. Hence, the teacher had announced that they could wear whatever they wanted. The children in the class went mad. Finally not wearing the boring school uniforms? Hell yeah!
While Y/n was over here, looking like some heavenly goddess, Takeru had no other choice but to wear a simple cyan cardigan, a white button up blouse underneath, white pants, and some white Canverses. Not his choice of clothing. All Takeru could literally hear was his uncle's stupidly annoying voice at the back of his head chanting out.
"If you wear something simple, the attention will all be on here." He said, pointing to his face. "Your natural beauty will be too irresistible to the ladies"
Please✋🏻🙄Takeru could almost roll his eyes again, but he didn't want to seem rude in front of his crush.
While zoning out, Takeru didn't notice Oikawa walking up behind him and stopping at the or frame, glaring down at the small bean.
Y/n trembled in his place. Looking anywhere else but the giant's eyes and fidgeting with his delicate fingers. He wanted to cry. Sure, Waka Waka nii (as Y/n calls him) was taller than this stranger, but the glare he was getting was definitely uncalled for. Wakatoshi just has a resting bitch face, a blunt personality, and doesn't even know he insults people more than complimenting them, but Wakatoshi could be a good older brother too. Definitely better than this monster here.
"Well isn't this a pleasure" Oikawa had an irk mark on his left cheek, grinning evilly at our poor MC.
That was the last string. Y/n burst out crying. Big crocodile tears poured out from his doe like eyes, down his rosy cheeks. He hugged Takeru's arm, trying to find comfort in the slightly older and taller boy. Takeru glared at Oikawa, sticking his tongue out and pulling the bottom skin of his eye down, holding the younger's waist protectively, all the while the latter clinging on to his cardigan.
Oikawa smirked down at the look-alike-couple. With the husband being Takeru, holding his precious wife protectively in his arms. The latter being Y/n. It was as if Takeru was a knight, shielding Y/n, the princess, or in this case, prince, from a deadly fire breathing dragon. The dragon obviously being Oikawa. He has to tell Iwa Chan this.
While Oikawa was in his little dream world, probably thinking about Iwaizumi, the children took this opportunity to get out of the situation.
Takeru dragged the previously weeping boy to his uncle's bicycle. It was a dark red. Almost crimson in colour, with a basket at the front. He mounted he bike, one foot on the ground while the right one was on the paddle. He looked at Y/n, giving a signal that the bike was functional and it was okay to ride due to it not being used in quite a while.
Y/n understood the signal and hurriedly mounted the bicycle, sitting in front of the taller, before Takeru stepped on the paddles, the both of them riding, on their way to their school.
Takeru leaned closer to the male sitting in front of him, getting a whiff of strawberry and the morning due on grass. His eyes shone either with admiration or love. Maybe both. Being the oblivious boy Y/n was, he leaned back onto the chest of Takeru, feeling the gentle morning breeze hit him in the face, only managing to fluster Takeru more who nearly melted on the spot due to the closeness of the two.
Y/n had a relaxed expression on his face, his eyes dilated and half lidded, a small smile crawling up on his face.
