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The volleyball slams down to the ground in a span of milliseconds.
Wakatoshi barely misses it but he managed to catch on the red, green and white blur from the bleachers. He jumps up, barely containing the thrill racing up every nerve of his being and clapping enthusiastically at his boyfriend's team.
Shouyou turns to where he was sitting and beams at him, giving him a thumbs up as he moves along the current of his team.
Ushijima gives a thumbs up back and a tiny smile. "You can do it!" He adds, belting.
He hears his boyfriend's laugh and knows he has done good — brownie points for being the best boyfriend there is. Wakatoshi returns to hus seat but remains invested in the game, ignoring the snickers and jabs of Semi and Satori.
"—what a sweet boyfriend—"
"—so supportive —"
"Get married already!"
"—oh look how hot his ginger boyfriend is—"
Wakatoshi glares at Satori — who flinches a little and sends a sheeping smile — figuring out that he may have stepped a little over the figurative line.
"Bone the boy gently, Ushiwaka." Semi retorts, missing the incident before him and casually throwing more jabs, "You'd break—"
He glares again, harder. "I suggest you rethink your next words properly."
"You would break nothing," Semi spits out, chuckling awkwardly while scratching the nape of his neck.
"Cause you're a good boyfriend." He looks at Satori, who was dying from keeping his laughter inside. "Right, Satori?"
He squeezes a laugh through, sounding more like a high pitched scream.
Satori coughs, smiling crazily, "Oh yeah, Mhm, Definitely."
"Lovely." Wakatoshi deadpans. Turning back to the game.
"Toshi!" Shouyou greets him — all sweaty, messy and utterly pretty. His cheeks were still flushed, his clothes stuck to him like a second skin and his hair was a mess — it was hard to beat down the his own blush rising steadily on his face.
"Shou," He replies, once he reached his boyfriend. "You did splendid on the court, I never doubted you would win this match."
"Thank you Toshi." Shouyou grins, grabbing Wakatoshi's hand and squeezing it. The taller of the two squeezes back, a small smile perching on his lips. "For a second there, I thought we would have to bring out the big guns, luckily—"
"Ushijima-san!"
Goshiki passes them, bowing to his senior as three other Shiratorizawa players does the same behind him. Shouyou lets go of Wakatoshi's hand, busying himself.
Aside from getting a better haircut, Goshiki's only apparent difference from when he was a first year was his height and build. He seemed less weighed down, Wakatoshi surmises. As if he was free of any burden.
He moves in their space, a clear indication he has some words to say.
"Ushijima-san, its nice to see you again." Goshiki smiles again, less like a excitable kid as Wakatoshi remembers him and more of a mature adult. "I'm guessing you came because of Coach's invitation?"
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Fanfic𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 "It's a joke, man." Chuckles Semi. "Anyways, what's your reason?" He looks at them, utterly confused. "Reason for what?" "You know, taking Washijou-sensei's invitation?" "Ah," he slides his gaze to the courts below...
