futons are spread across the classroom floor for a final time before the spring tournament qualifiers. in the fading summer’s heat, autumn comes with a vengeance, and with the school’s heating system out of order for the weekend, akaashi finds himself huddled beneath a blanket, dressed in long-sleeves and his team jacket. he can barely keep his hands from trembling as he watches a volleyball match on his tablet, notebook open on his lap. across the room, the third-years are huddled for a card game, although bokuto is absent, likely with kuroo in the next room, where nekoma is.
akaashi pulls his blanket closer around his shoulders, suppressing a shiver. he always fall sick during this time, and he can't afford letting his guard down, not with the third-years' final shot at victory looming. the blanket falls when he sneezes, sniffling and pulling it back in place. he pauses his video to scrawl a note, observations for one of their potential opponents. itachiyama never uses the same tactics twice, and the more he can learn about them, the better their chances will be.
a shiver racks through his body. is he getting sick? he put his jacket on immediately after the matches wrapped up for the day, although he walked around in shorts, and he waited until he cooled down completely before his bath. damnit, he should’ve brought cold medicine, just in case…
“akaashi!”
bokuto wraps an arm around him, knocks the blanket off his shoulders. akaashi flinches, head jerking to the side as his captain lowers himself beside him. “whatcha doing? oh, is this itachiyama?”
“yes. i’m taking notes on the players.” the video is paused on sakusa, midair, ready to spike. a two-man block looms over him on the other side of the net. “we’ll need to know who else to look out for when we face against them.”
“oh, this match was during the inter-high!” bokuto leans over to tap the play button. “sakusa goes for the spike, but get this…it goes right to the other team, and then bam!” he emphasizes this as the ball bounces off the receiver’s arms. “can you imagine how it feels being in the right spot but you still can’t get it?”
“yes, that’s happened to both of us often, bokuto-san.”
“i know! it sucks,” bokuto grumbles. “the spin he can get is insane. i can never do something like that.”
akaashi glances at him, ready to refute, but then he sneezes, and another tremor shakes him. bokuto frowns. “are you getting sick?”
“no…at least, i hope not. the heat isn’t working very well, and i get cold easily.”
“i can keep you warm!”
“bokuto-san, you–“ akaashi cuts himself off as he feels bokuto remove his arm around him, and in the same motion, sits with his legs spread so akaashi is between them, leaning against the ace’s broad chest, arms wrapped around his waist. he radiates warmth, a human furnace. he has always run warmer than most, unperturbed by the cold.
“comfy?” bokuto asks.
akaashi nods, head lowered to hide the blush in his cheeks. fortunately, the third-years continue their card game, or pretend not to notice them. “yes, thank you. i take it that you want to watch the match with me?”
“yeah! i’m gonna pay real close attention to sakusa’s spikes.” he narrows his eyes in feign seriousness. “you should watch their setter. he’s really good, too.”
they stay like that until one of the coaches come and announce that it’s lights out. the boys scramble to put their entertainment away, stepping in between futons to find their own. akaashi turns his tablet off, stacking it with his notebook and pen to slip into his bag. bokuto doesn’t move, keeps his arms wrapped around akaashi’s waist, drowsy eyes watching him. “if you want,” he murmurs, “we can share the futon, so you won’t be cold at night.”
“bokuto-san, we’re in public.”
“hey, during our first year training camp, i had to cuddle with konoha ‘cause he got homesick.”
konoha yells from across the room, “don’t tell him that!”
bokuto laughs. “plus, you make feel relaxed, akaashi. i always get a good night’s sleep whenever we sleep over.” that’s indulging too much information about their relationship, but the door is closed, and everyone on the team knows there’s something going on between them.
“you should let him,” sarukui tells akaashi. “if you do get sick, it’ll be disastrous.”
“now i’m worried that i’ll catch a cold,” komi mutters. “washio, lend me one of your sweaters.”
washio tosses one over. “it’ll look like a dress on you.”
“shut up, you absolute bean pole.”
akaashi smiles to himself. “all right, if you’d like.”
“just keep it pg under the covers,” konoha says. “we have a first-year in the room. sorry, onaga.”
“i-it’s okay! i-i have earplugs!”
akaashi tunes out the rest of his teammates’ teasing to take his jacket off and climb into the futon beside bokuto, who has grabbed the pillow and blanket off his own. they tuck themselves in, facing each other. bokuto gives him a smile, and akaashi reciprocates. konoha loudly announces that he’s turning the lights off. in the darkness, there are two whispers.
“good night, akaashi.”
“good night, bokuto-san.”
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Both Nico and Will are family persons, in fact, is one of the things that they most love of each other
They love to see how the person they fall in love with also shares being soo attached to their family like them, someone that understand how is that feeling
That means that when family is around and they are talking the other they would be put a side at least for now, is not that they are complaining, see the storge on their partner eyes is just wonderful and they understand the feeling.
Yeah, that maybe means that sometimes especial dates for them would be put a side if Something suddenly happens with Hazel, Naomi or any of Will's siblings, it's ok, they couldn't bring themselves to be mad about it even if they want to, maybe a bit disappointed about the situation, but mad?? Never, once again, they understand the other, family's first.
Oh, it doesn't matter, non even this time, yeah, maybe his heart aches this time ,knowing that once again he would be put a side, maybe is sadness, maybe is his heart about to blow of love of seeing the storge on his boyfriend once again, maybe is both , but once again he couldn't bring himself to be mad about it, even if he want to, he would never be mad about it
Both of them always had known that if was a life or death escenario and one of them had to chose bettwen the other and their family, the answer would be obvious, even if their heart would be reduced to ashes while they let behind their lover, their family would be firts.
once again and for the last time, he understands, knowing that he would have doing the same thing if they switched roles here.
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Round 4 because Part III was that good, holy crap. Hear me out:
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Linda-058 has a secret sweet tooth. Growing up in the Spartan program, sweets were usually fought for if they weren't given out as a reward or hidden well, so she learned to hide hers the best. (She also learned where all the other candidates hid theirs.) Even outside the program, she kept it a secret because she had a reputation to keep. She couldn't be Linda, the Sniper Goddess if she was caught eating ice cream. Then, she met you. You had never seen her blush before, but her face was as red as her hair when she shared a chocolate milkshake with you. When you both finished, she kissed the leftover whip cream off the tip of your nose.
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Kelly-087's affections are usually expressed physically in a variety of ways. She has a tendency to lift you off the ground when she hugs you, playing with your fingers while holding hands, or "sneak attacking" you with kisses when she thinks you aren't paying attention. You know she's coming, but you don't have the heart to tell her that.
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Cal-141 likes to carry you in the way one would carry a bride. She thinks it's cute, and it reminds her of the tales of knights and princesses from when she was a child before the Spartan program. One time, you had bought her a golden dress that would fit her because she had mentioned wanting one ever since she was a kid, and it was like the fairy tales had come true. Cal offered her hand to you after she managed to put it on, insisting on dancing with her knight in shining armor.
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Sarah Palmer isn't the best with her feelings. Being an ODST during the war and the Commander of all the Spartan-IVs after the war, she tends to hide her emotions behind a mask. Fortunately, as her second in command, you're able to see past the mask she puts on for others. She shows her love in subtle ways, in ways your subordinates wouldn't notice. The way her touch lingers just a few seconds longer, the way her lips ever so slightly curl upward when she sees you, how her eyes tend to flick to you. She's a lot less subtle with her affections in the privacy of your own quarters though.
PART 3 WAS FREAKIN AMAZING, tell me more,
Linda would threaten you to never tell anyone, not even the rest of blue team can know. This is also where she would confess to stealing everyone else's sweets in the program. AND KISSES MY NOSE *FERAL NOISE* that got me good, I'm screaming, and I just tossed my laptop to the side in excitement. Linda <3, honestly, Linda is a beauty-
Kelly is the most affection spartan and she has moments where she looks at her partner and this unexplainable desire to shower them with kisses comes over her. She also likes holding their face in the palm of her hand and will say "my whole world fits in the palm of my hand" ALSO, I would really like Kelly to pick me up and hold me against the wall-
because she would just to see her partner get flustered as hell
omg Cal <3, sweet angel, she would carry you like a princess and even kiss your nose or forehead when she's getting overwhelmed with feelings. AND THE DRESS, first, she would look beautiful, and second, you would help her pin her hair up while you also kiss her scars.
I believe Sarah and her partner would have their own subtle way of their affections for Sarah's sake too. Roland is the only one who has caught on and has been threatened into silence not by the commander but by her second-in-command. Sarah thinks about her partner in the little things throughout the day and when they're in bed together, she will tell them about all the things that made her think of you with a small smile on her face and her ears turning into a tinted pink.
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*Deidara leaving Sasori’s room at 2 am and meeting up with Hidan who’s leaving Kakuzu’s room*
Deidara: ...
Hidan: ...
Deidara: Well I need to go and rinse my eyes out
Hidan: The puppet man. WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH PUPPET’S DICK?Are you fucking serius blondie?
Deidara: At least I’m not the one who’s fucking a man that could be my grandpa! I don’t even want to look at Kakuzu or know what happened!
*Itachi appears from Kisame’s room using his Akatsuki cloak*
Itachi, Hidan and Deidara: ...
Itachi: Oh shit
Hidan and Deidara: THE SHARKMAN!?
Hidan: *burst into hysterical laughs*
Deidara: We.Do.Not.Speak.Of.Any.Of.This.
Itachi *blushing hard*: Agreed
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