Things Unspoken

Chapter 3: Three's a Crowd (so we'll go someplace quiet)

If Tsukishima was expecting a quiet night, he would have been fooling himself.

As hard as he tried to block out the noise, there was still a quiet murmur regardless of whatever method he attempted to use. In the end, he decided to give up and stare blankly at the inside of his comforter.

Well, at least he got a bit of sleep earlier.

He listened to the soft (and not so soft) snoring from his teammates across the room and stifled a sigh. Strangely enough, he didn't feel as worn out as before, but he knew that was probably due to the adrenaline more than anything else.

Damn was it hot under the sheets.

Tentatively, Tsukishima pulled them off over his head and waited for a train wreck of dreams to invade the recesses of his mind, but the voices only got slightly louder. He blinked up at the ceiling, letting the air of the room settle around his face.

The rest of the team had heeded his warning from the previous night and had positioned their futons significantly away from his. He could make out Yamaguchi closest to him, then Sugawara-san and Daichi-san further away, and the rest of Karasuno splayed out beyond them.

Tsukishima took a deep breath and let the thoughts hum like white noise for a long moment before his eyelids started to close, heavy with exhaustion.

There was definitely a few more hours of rest he got before the first semi-transparent vision entered his mind. It wasn't as high-energy of a dream as the previous night's with Nishinoya's delusions of grandeur, but rather, something more homey, soft-spoken, and... romantic?

Tsukishima watched as a hand—his own? No, someone else's—reach over to caress a taller man's cheek. It lingered there for a minute, feeling every surface of the other's skin, and Tsukishima couldn't help but feel oddly intrusive for being indirectly part of such a tender moment. Unlike Nishinoya's dream where he seemed to be observing from afar, this time, it was as if he were the one completing the action—seeing through the eyes of the dreamer.

The dreamer giggled and stepped back, watching as the taller man laughed heartily before turning around and heading towards an automatic door. From where Tsukishima was, he could hardly make out who the man was especially as the dreamer's eyes were fixed solely on—

Oh. Oh god.

His eyes traced along the grooves of the man's butt, down to his legs and there, they stayed. Each stretch and pull of the man's legs were carefully catalogued into the dreamer's—and Tsukishima's—long-term memory, and oh, god, this was too much, he didn't even know who he was lusting after, shit, make it stop, where was the off button on this stupid thing—

As if on cue, the dreamer called out in a low voice that dripped suggestion. "Daichi, you're leaving already?"

The taller man turned and Tsukishima could clearly see his captain at the door, laughing nervously as he adjusted his tie. "I have work, Suga."

The dreamer—Sugawara—got up from where he was sitting and made his way to the doorway, wrapping his arms around Daichi's shoulders. "Stay."

"B-but—"

Eyes flit back down to Daichi's legs and oh, god, Tsukishima was looking at his captain's legs, how had he never noticed how thick they looked, good lord, they were really muscular and firm, and actually really nice, defined, he wanted to grab them, and—

"Koushi."

Sugawara looked back up at Daichi, a playful smile tugging on his lips. The captain's eyes softened and he reached forward to cup Sugawara's cheek into his hands. Then, Sugawara closed his eyes, leaned forward, and—