He's My Boyfriend // Haikyuu

Not A Sleepover, Just A Forced Stay

"Sorry..." Hito apologized for what felt like the thousandth time. Tsukishima just grumbled in response and adjusted his grip on Hito.

    Hitoshi looked up at the night sky, mumbling the constellations he recognized.

    "Can you stop that?" Shima asked annoyed.

    "Right, sorry." Tsukishima's steps soon fell into a rhythmic pattern, almost lulling Hito to sleep.

    "Don't fall asleep on me." He swiftly mumbled out an apology, but he couldn't help the fact that Tsukishima was walking in a rhythm. Plus his music was really calming.

    "I mean it, no sleeping until we get home." Hito mumbled something out quietly, before laying his head on his shoulder and falling asleep. Tsukishima rolls his eyes, but doesn't slow down. Why did I get stuck with Shorty?

    By this time, Tsukishima had reached his house. He kicked the door to knock; his brother opened up.

    "Dude, we've talked about this. No dead bodies in the house."

    "He's not dead, he just bruised his ankle at practice. Captain put me in charge of taking care of him."

    "Oh boy, did he make a mistake."

    "Yeah yeah, just open my door." Tsukishima followed his brother to the room, walking inside and kicking the door closed after him. He threw Hito on the bed, careful of his ankle. Hito shot awake, a look of fear on his face.

    "Calm down, it's not that big a deal, you're fine."

    "I know, I was just startled." What. was that? I mean, honestly, what was that for. I'm-

    "I assume you need something to change in to?" Tsukishima asks as he starts rifling through his drawer.

    "Oh no, it's fine, I can just sleep in my clothes, it's really no big d-" Hito was cut off by a t-shirt and sweatpants being thrown at him.

"You apologize to much." Hito looked down, embarrassed. "You can change in here, I'm gonna go get a snack." With that, Tsukishima left the room. Hito carefully pulled his shorts off, wincing as the fabric brushes against his ankle. He bunches up the fabric of the right leg of the sweatpants, gently slipping his foot through it. He shifted his weight, tugging on the other leg. Hito hunched over to roll the legs up, taking a solid 20 seconds for each.

    He had just taken off his shirt when Tsukishima stepped back inside.

    "Why are you wearing a tank-top under your gym shirt?" Tsukishima asked without hesitation. (*cue heavy sigh from Hito... again... poor bean*)

    "I'll explain in a minute, just step outside."

    "Why? It's just a tank-top."

    "Please, just step outside."

    "Aww, is Shorty self-conscious? You really don't have anyth-"

    "It's cause I'm trans, okay! You need to step outside so I can take my binder off!" This stunned Tsukishima for a solid 15 seconds, each one more anxious than the last for Hito.

    "Alright." Tsukishima stood up, looking back as he walked out the door. I'm screwed...

    "Okay then..." Hito unhooked his binder, folding it next to his shorts. He tugged on the shirt, taking a second to look at the size difference. It wasn't a very large size difference because the shirt was baggy and he naturally had a smaller chest, but it was still noticeable. At least to him it was.