That meeting happened almost by chance, in one of those evenings in which you try to cling to a hope, to fate with every strength you have in your fingers. On one of those days when you pray to a star that your every renunciation is not in vain and crazy. He was licking his wounds, Shoyo, in the silence of that room that all too reminded him of the chaos that haunted his mind and those wide open windows on the world made him feel even smaller. Those evenings when tears are wasted and fears surround you, suffocating, anchoring you to a silent anxiety that leaves no room for a tear of happiness. His pastime, when he wasn't playing, was watching Kageyama's games, the only sporadic, moment when he felt at home ... and then his mind reminded him how wrong he was, as if something reminded him that he wasn't home , but he was one of the reasons why she decided to take a break in order to grow.
And he wondered if it was worth it, huddled in that room. A miracle, that's what that meeting was. A signal. Seeing the King in front of him, after years of silent cheering, had lifted his day and his proposal to spend time together had given him a new light. Thus began the bizarre situation that led him to wear the only shirt he had in his entire wardrobe, to wait for Oikawa Toruu in front of the Miramar Hotel ... as if it were a normal thing. His hands were sweating as he swallowed nervously. Something in that situation excited and frightened him. Perhaps the previous two days spent chatting over dinner with what had been one of his historical rivals or perhaps Toruu's unsettling affability ... They had laughed, joked and drank a lot and Oikawa had proposed to go to a club the next night, as if they had been best friends.
The boy looked at himself in a shop window, double-checking his hair and outfit, laughing at himself and the strange grip that gripped his stomach. Are you going back to being a high school student? He repeated himself mockingly. -I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, Chibi-chan! - Oikawa began, smiling at him and trying to roll up the sleeves of his linen shirt. Shoyo smiled in turn lighting up the face of his companion. - Tonight I chose the place, I hope you don't mind- the dark whispered slyly as if to suggest something. -Absolutely, Oikawa-San ... actually you lifted me from a weight: I rarely go out! - the redhead scratched his head. The major's choice fell on a club that the young man had never heard of: it was a nightclub a few steps from Copacabana beach. As they entered the hall the music overwhelmed them, awakening something in Shoyo.
Since he had met Oikawa, something had stopped screaming in his head, as if it were a sign and he was surprised not to hear the strange call to run home and turn on the computer to see the rerun of Kageyama's last match ... -What can I offer to you? - the dark-haired man said in the boy's ear, to obviate the volume of the music around them. -Ehm, I don't know ... something strong? - Oikawa blinked a moment and, with quite fluent English, ordered something at the counter, euphoric. He returned shortly after with a glass filled with a rather bright blue liquid and a very light yellow one. -a MFA for you and a Hugo for me. Take it easy, it's pretty strong! - the major immediately tried to stop Hinata from swallowing half the cocktail.
Music pumped into Shoyo's ears as he watched the dance floor fill up. He hadn't felt so light in a while now. Perhaps an evening of leisure would have served him, I think to himself, involuntarily turning his gaze towards his companion and meeting his gaze for a moment. Oikawa had changed, or at least Shoyo had thought so in the first moment she saw him with that suitcase in his hand and short hair. Perhaps because his figure no longer frightened him as it did when sho was a kid, perhaps because the reality was that the one who changed was him. He found himself lingering with his eyes on Toruu's lips for a moment. With a quick swipe, he finished the cocktail and jumped to his feet: perhaps it was worth trying to enjoy the evening. You know, sometimes fate is mocking and that time it was playing all its cards.
You ...
You ...
I know you want me
I made it obvious that I want you too
-BUT I KNOW THIS SONG! - Shoyo's eyes widened before grabbing the dark man's wrist. -This is from Oikawa-San dance-
-ARE YOU JOKING? I HAVE NO INTENTION TO DANCE- Hinata smiled slyly, dragging them to the center of the track -So why would you have brought me here?
Touchy
Oikawa had spent the previous nights testing the ground between tactical questions, light touches and showing off his remarkable charisma.
He had asked him about Tobio, partly out of conversation and partly out of curiosity, and he had silently rejoiced in knowing that they were no longer in contact except with some sporadic messages.
Let me tell you Tobio-chan, a genius of volleyball but a stratospheric jerk in terms of relationships. He had thought as he looked at the boy in front of him. Oikawa had the way clear and the boy seemed interested, so why not give it a try? Shoyo gave him mixed sensations: he would have liked to kiss him immediately after the match on the beach, the same morning, and at the same time he would have avoided even touching him: he smelled of feelings and troubles and knew he could not afford it.
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(Eng) The sand Between Our Fingers (Oihina)
Fanfiction"He would never ask him where he had learned his art, but Oikawa knew in his heart that selfishly he would never want to stop rolling in the covers ... or even just kissing him. Because Shoyo Hinata was the sun and he knew that this meant he would s...
