Oikawa Week 2k17 || AnimeTrashLord-007

Day Four;; Sloth||Yamaguchi

    Sweat trickled down the setter’s forehead as he leaned against the brick wall. The summer sun beat down on him without pity. He could feel its rays burning his skin, shades of red covering every inch that was exposed. Closing his eyes, he took a moment to breathe. The air tasted like honeysuckle as it slipped through his dry, parted lips. There was no breeze, however, and his light panting did nothing to cool him down. It wasn't until his companion squeezed his arm that Oikawa remembered he was even there. With a frown, he gazed down at the man clinging to his side.

    “Let's just rest,” Yamaguchi purred, nestling his cheek into Oikawa’s chest.

    “We don't have time to rest, Yama-chan! We have to keep practicing.”

    “It's too hot to play out here, we’ll get heatstroke. Besides, we've done well today. It’s time for a reward.”

    “It is indeed hot out here so-” Oikawa pushed the brunet off his arm with one swift motion, “-get off.”

    Yamaguchi pouted before inching closer, ignoring the setter’s eye roll. A shy smile flashed across his features as he grabbed Oikawa's arm once more, pulling him away from the wall and closer to his body. His embrace tightened around Oikawa as he rubbed his jaw along his shoulder. Inhaling the scent of the setter’s natural musk mixed with fading deodorant, Yamaguchi sighed. Heat radiated off his entire body and Yamaguchi wouldn't have been surprised if he had burn marks on his own skin tomorrow just from mere contact. Oikawa was hot in every sense of the word. A chuckle escaped his lips as he beamed up at the setter, eyes wide and glistening.

    “Stop that. You know you have to practice if you want to be good like the rest of your team.” It lasted only a brief moment but Oikawa saw the flicker of shock that crossed his face. He saw the pain that whirled within his dark eyes as a forced smile graced his delicate face. Oikawa gave himself a mental kick as he raced to find a way to mend his mistake. “I didn't mean-”

    “No, you're right. That's why we're here, after all.”

    Yamaguchi walked back onto the the small court they had been practicing on for the past few hours. He picked up the empty water bottles that littered the ground and placed them upright in preparation of his next set of serves. Oikawa watched in silence. He didn't know what to say without exacerbating the situation. Yamaguchi was a sensitive guy, this much Oikawa knew. If he wasn't careful, he could offend him. He didn't want to leave on bad terms. To his surprise, he rather enjoyed his company and had been looking forward to their next practice session. Oikawa bit his lip, mulling over his words before calling out to the downtrodden brunet.

    “Tadashi, wait. How about a compromise?”

    Yamaguchi stopped, fingers grazing the volleyball he had leaned down to grab. He turned his head to face Oikawa. With a quirked eyebrow and curiosity ablaze in his eyes, he nodded. Oikawa sighed in relief. He had expected a small argument or at least a bitter remark but things seemed to be going in his favour. Propelling himself off the wall, he ambled to Yamaguchi’s side. His tongue darted across his lips, the action subconscious after noticing Yamaguchi do the same. The intense stare of his practice partner followed his every movement. Oikawa rolled his shoulders in an attempt to shake off the prying eyes but to no avail.

    “There's no point in overworking ourselves. We can study for a few hours and cool down, then when the sun sets we can come back out.”

    “Sounds great! How about a bath, too?”

    “Well, I guess we are a bit dirty-”

    “Then after our bath we can have a bite.”

    “Wait, our bath?"

    “Then we should sleep together, Oikawa-senpai.”

    Yamaguchi spoke the words as if they were the most casual thing to say. He smiled and while it was genuine, there was something behind it that made Oikawa shudder. There was a primal need hidden beneath his civil tone and calm demeanor. Oikawa missed the smirk that creeped across his face as he retrieved the volleyball. Yamaguchi tossed it in the air a few times as he awaited a response from the stunned setter.

    “What? Are you that desperate to get out of training? Saying something like that out of blue,” Oikawa muttered at last, shaking his head in disapproval. “We've gotta start grinding and really working on your serves.”

    “You can grind on me anytime, Oikawa-senpai."

    Oikawa scoffed, smacking Yamaguchi’s shoulder, “We're here to make you the best service ace you can be, not whatever it is you think we're here for.”

    “Would you like me to service you, Oikawa-senpai?”

    With narrowed eyes, Oikawa ignored his comment and continued, “I agreed to teach you how to power up your serves with increased speed and precision. We have a long way to go so let's get to work.”

    Yamaguchi laughed and Oikawa adored it, the sound angelic and sweet, “Watch this, Tooru-senpai.”

    He trotted over to the other side of the court. In position near the back, he raised three fingers at the setter to indicate which of the bottles he was targeting. Oikawa took note; it was the one just a foot to his left. The setter stayed still and awaited the serve, trusting in his own reflexes to stop any collision with the ball should it stray from its destination. He focused on Yamaguchi, taking in the determination and confidence that oozed from his presence. The ball flew into the air and Yamaguchi jumped to meet it. The sound of his hand smashing against it was louder than thunder. Oikawa gasped as it slammed into the bottle with such force that it created a small gust of wind. Yamaguchi grinned at the setter’s astonished expression.

    “Looks like you've taught me plenty about serving and we can move on. How about endurance training now? I wouldn't mind seeing the extent of your stamina up close and personal.”

    “Why do I get the feeling you didn't actually come here to practice?”

    “Awfully astute observation,” Yamaguchi chuckled as he sauntered to Oikawa’s side once more, “but there is something I would like to practice, Tooru-senpai, and that's receiving you at your full power, going as fast and as hard as you’d like.”

    Oikawa swallowed hard, clearing his throat twice before speaking, “So about that bath…”