#matsuten

[giustoart]

Shiratorizawa's obsession.

Shiratorizawa's captain's obsession over Seijoh's is well known, but what about the Middle Blockers? Based on an official art (in the 2nd pic).

[sleepwalkerlaw]

for my dear friend!

[schuuyes]

[lia483]

A dear friend of mine and I were talking and one thins leads to another, she translated some of the ideas we both came up with lately. There are not that many ships and they're mostly rare ships, but they're beautiful. So here I present you. . . HQ!! prompts coming straight from the Italian p0rn fest —[ a thread ]

- tanakiyo | Tanaka Ryuunosuke/Shimizu Kiyoko | established relationship | The first time Tanaka sees Kiyoko's short hair.

- iwasemi | Iwaizumi Hajime/Semi Eita | Doctor & musician.

- iwaoi | fem!Iwaizumi Hajime/fem!Oikawa Tooru | genderbend | Even as a girl, Iwa-chan is still the strongest person on the team and is able to pick her up.

- iwasemi | Iwaizumi Hajime/Semi Eita | "You may be more muscular than me, but I bet I could pick you up without a problem." "Is this your competitive side speaking or you flirting with me?"

- iwasemi | Iwaizumi Hajime/Semi Eita | Semi doesn't have a problem with med students per se, but Iwaizumi is an exception. as much as Semi is concerned, he can name every single one of his muscles any time he wants. Doesn't matter if they're in the locker room or not.

- oinoya | Nishinoya Yuu/Oikawa Tooru | "But then again, you're quite small compared to him, Yuu-chan." "Hah?! D'you want me to kick you in the shin? Let's get down with practice, I'll show you how small I am!" "Ah, I'd like to see that someday now that you mention it."

- tensemi | Semi Eita/Tendou Satori | It's not like Tendou actually dislikes Semi's clothes. He just wants him to take them all off.

- atsukage | Miya Atsumu/ Kageyama Tobio | Jealous!Atsumu.

- matsuhana | Matsukawa Issei/ Hanamaki Takahiro | Matsukawa comes home and finds Hanamaki baking in the kitchen. Naked. With only a short pink apron covering his charms.

- levyaku | Haiba Lev/Yaku Morisuke | Lev keeps Yaku lifted while they go at it. Yaku doesn't mind being so small in certain occasions.

- yakunoya | Nishinoya Yuu/Yaku Morisuke | Nishinoya loves leaving bites and hickeys on Yaku's body. Yaku doesn't want them to be visible, but if it's on his thighs, covered by his volleyball shorts, then Yuu can do everything he wants.

- yahashira | Yahaba Shigeru/Shirabu Kenjirou | 3rd years ; captains | "We'll be the ones to go to nationals." "You can say it again after we kick your ass, creampuff." "Well if you want my ass, we can talk about it after my team wins." "So next year then?"

- matsuhanaiwaoi | Hanamaki Takahiro/Iwaizumi Hajime/Matsukawa Issei/Oikawa Tooru | skirtikawa | Oikawa's boyfriends don't even know where to look during practice, with that little skirt showing his ass. It. It's distracting to everyone on both sides of the net. After coach scolds them, Matsukawa, Hanamaki and Iwaizumi get back at Oikawa.

- oinoya | Oikawa Tooru/Nishinoya Yuu | morning sex | Oikawa is absolutely not a morning person, especially without his coffee and a shot of endorphins libero size.

- oinoya | Oikawa Tooru/Nishinoya Yuu | Hogwarts!AU | "Stop picking on my Seeker, Shittykawa!" a.k.a. when the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin takes an unexpected turn.

- oinoya | Alpha!Nishinoya Yuu/Omega!Oikawa Tooru | A/B/O | As peculias as it seems, together they are like chocolate and orange.

- yakunoya | Alpha!Nishinoya Yuu/Omega!Yaku Morisuke | A/B/O | Yaku looks like a cute, small Omega at first. But after they get to know him better, Alphas can't handle him at all. Nishinoya just knows how to get him.

- kuroyaku | Demon!Kuroo Tetsurou/Yaku Morisuke | first time.

- matsuten | Matsukawa Issei/Tendou Satori | dirty talk.

- yakunoya | Nishinoya Yuu/Yaku Morisuke | 69.

[stacysmash]

Part 4 of my Soulmate Series, direct sequel to Refreshing and Perfect, UshiSuga. Recommend reading it first!

Relationship: Tendou/Matsukawa Rating: Teen WC: 4696

Summary to the Soulmate AU:  Everyone knows that sometime after your sixteenth birthday, the dreams begin. They aren’t exactly dreams, more like jumps in time to give you a snapshot of your future, a blurry vision of your soulmate and your life together. They occur in no particular order and only give a few minutes at the most, so it doesn’t give away too much. As time ticks down to the moment you meet your soulmate, they start lessening until they finally stop.

[goshiyachi]

It’s the little things

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Pairing: Matsukawa Issei/ Tendou Summary: It was in the quieter days when he knew he really loved his life. Prompts Used: Fluff, Domestic A/N: @matsuten-week Word Count: 302

When he sighed, Matsukawa had thought he could die there and it would be okay. He had been warm, with another body still wrapped around him. Every time he woke up to that sight of red hair, flat and in tangles Matsukawa wanted to run his fingers through it. To memorize the steady breathing from his partner, before he would wake up. He always loved it. Those peaceful seconds.

The domestic and very slow breath when he would feel his own body becoming more aware, of his own heart beating a bit faster when he saw his face. He enjoyed it; and he would always do whatever he could to maintain that right.  

The curtains would still be drawn, but he knew that the sun was rising. He could hear cars going, people also moving about, but Matsukawa still wanted to stay there. With Tendou sleeping in his arms. Mornings were often the slowest, and Matsukawa had always loved that. Because it had always been those days, and moments when he fell in love the most.  

And how couldn’t he be, when Tendou was the softest then. With sleepy eyes and toes curling languidly. He yawned and stretched like his childhood cats did, it felt right. He never told him, but Matsukawa had been sure that if he ever did, Tendou would have just laughed at him, then swat his arms away playfully with a meow. The natural lighting that they did get from the cracks from the curtains had always highlighted Tendou’s skin the best too.

The faint sunlight was just tender. It always been a calm warmth, and it had shaped why he loved mornings. The food combinations too.  

Yet, it had always when he woke up with a bed that was not empty that had always been his favorite.

[thatishogwash]

The First Meeting

MatsuTen Week 2019 

Day 1, 01/30 - Beginnings

First Encounter / Alternative Meeting

AO3

Oikawa was fussing, which wasn’t any different from any other day but he was positively dragging his feet as he got ready.  Usually he was one to be excited when going to court, able to show off new clothing and dazzle those around him with his charming personality.  Except this time it was a gathering of all the elves from around the land, those far and close.  Oikawa was quite good at molding himself to fit any group he was amongst.  He could deal with the politics involved with his own people, those High Elves or with the usually elusive and almost feral Wildlings, or Wild Elves.  He fit in with the wild Moon Elves, he had carved out a place amongst Aquatic Elves.

Yet it was the Sun Elves that Oikawa could hardly force himself to interact with.  Matsukawa found it hilarious, incredibly petty and mean spirited of their High Elf leader.  Oikawa was hundreds of years old but nothing could make him behave like a human child faster than Ushijima of the Sun Elves could.  Matsukawa almost felt bad for the big lug, he never meant to be particularly insulting.  Honestly, Matsukawa believed there wasn’t a mean bone in the Sun Elves incredibly large body, but he had been raised as the other of his kind had.  They were a haughty bunch.  They believed they had come first, that they were the true builder and leaders of all the elven races.

It was only natural that the other races took an issue with that belief but none took it as far as Oikawa.  It did not help that Oikawa had been born of a Sun Elf mother, though his father was a king to the High Elves.  Oikawa had renounced his attachments to the Sun Elves and Ushijima, the simple minded elf he was, could not find it in himself to figure out why someone would ever do that.  Ushijima believed his own people so far above the others, even the High Elves, and was forever asking why Oikawa would not join them.

Matsukawa was relatively young when compared to many other elves.  He had been but a child when the last great meeting had taken place in the Sun Elves realm but even he had heard the legendary battles that had taken place between Oikawa and Ushijima.  Matsukawa had been told Oikawa had mellowed out with age but he couldn’t see how anyone could be more wound up than their elven princeling was.

“You can’t leave!”  Oikawa hurriedly latched onto Iwaizumi, who had been hefting a heavy satchel over his shoulder.  Iwaizumi looked completely unimpressed as he attempted to pry Oikawa off himself to little avail.

“I will only cause more problems and I have little will to play peacemaker between you and Ushijima, let alone to be used as an excuse as to why the High Elves are declining.”  Iwaizumi dropped the satchel to be able to use both hands to pull Oikawa off.  Hanamaki lounged against Matsukawa’s side, popping berries into his mouth as he watched the scene unfold with a seemingly blank face.  Matsukawa had known Hanamaki for several human lifes, knew the other elf was actually very amused at the entire situation.

Iwaizumi was a halfling, born of a human father and elven mother.  So far his lifespan was that akin to an elves, though his appearance was clearly more human.  Many used his heritage against him, mocking him outright when Oikawa wasn’t around to hear.  Matsukawa didn’t blame him for wanting to leave.  Matsukawa was born of noble birth and he still did not want to attend this gathering.

“But who will handle the Wildlings if you are to go?”  Oikawa asked, which was a fair enough question.  Decades, sometimes hundreds of years will pace without nary a word from the Wildlings to the point that it is assumed they have finally died off.  Then they will reappear, feral as always.  They possessed a rather black and white view of the world, a them versus us mentality.  They did not allow others close to them but many years back something had happened between Iwaizumi and the Wildlings, something no one, not even Oikawa, was privy to.  Whatever happened made the Wildlings extend their friendship towards Iwaizumi, and while the other races tended to look down on the Wild Elves everyone acknowledged how fiercely loyal they were.

“One day.”  Iwaizumi growled out.

“Five!”  Oikawa countered, earning a pinched nose from his longtime friend.  “Two?”  Iwaizumi heaved a great sigh while Matsukawa and Hanamaki hid their laughter in each others shoulders.  Iwaizumi shot them a heavy glare but both of them had known him too long for it to have much effect on them.

Horns rang out, making Oikawa go through a range of emotions that they were only allowed to see because he only allowed himself to relax around them.  It was the same with all of them, especially when their own race was seen as the more ‘emotional’ ones compared to the others.  There would be no doubt left in anyone's mind if they saw Oikawa’s constant breakdowns or Iwaizumi’s outbursts, even Hanamaki’s teasing nature and Matsukawa’s sometimes poor sense of humor could be seen as beneath them.

“Finish getting ready, Mattsun and I will go greet our early guests so you can make a grand entrance.”  Hanamaki offered, already pulling Matsukawa up and shooing him out the door.  Oikawa made an indignant sound but he was already digging through his wardrobe, holding things up to a pained looking Iwaizumi.

Oikawa’s room was high up in the elven city, Matsukawa and Hanamaki walked along the balcony so they had a perfect view of the incoming parade of guests.  Each race would pull out everything they had to be the most grand.  They would bring only the beautiful and charming of their people, the richest and wisest.  The animals and carriages and boats they arrived on would all be trying to outdo each other.  Matsukawa found himself greatly amused as they watched the long line of Moon Elves be welcomed into the city.

The Moon Elves were an impulsive lot, wanderers to their very heart and souls.  They were led by a tall elf with messy hair called Kuroo.  A large black feline creature prowled next to him, sitting by his side when the High Elf King came out to greet them.  Matsukawa did not know if Kuroo was a mischievous soul or his features just arranged in such a way that made him appear so, he made a good guess that it was a little bit of both.

Hanamaki elbowed Matsukawa goodnaturedly as they made their way down the street, Hanamaki pulling ahead so he could complete his duty to assist in making sure all the different races were settled, and stay settled, where they were supposed to be.  Hanamaki gave a wide berth of space to the large feline creatures that travelled with the Moon Elves, some of them big enough to ride, and gave a short bow to a grinning Kuroo and company.

“Have the Wildlings arrived yet?”  Matsukawa heard Kuroo ask, voice a light rasp compared to the smooth tenors and falsettos that usually accompanied the High Elves.

“They’ll most likely slip in during the night.”  Hanamaki answered honestly, face mostly devoid of emotion even as he eyed Kuroo while he motioned them to follow him.  “Looking for someone in particular?”  Kuroo laughed but did not answer.

It continued like that for most of the day, each race arriving and sizing up all the others that came before and after them.  The Sun Elves were not the last to come, but they were close to it.  Oikawa stood next to Matsukawa by then, shifting his shoulders back as if ready to face a fierce battle.  Oikawa probably preferred a battle to what was coming into the city.

The Sun Elves were a sight to behold.  They were truly beautiful in their golden armor and long, flowing purple travelling capes.  Ushijima dismounted from his pure white steed, a large male even amongst the elves.  Much broader than the normal lean bodies of his people, though the Wildlings and the Iron Elves came in much broader forms.

“Oikawa.”  Ushijima’s voice rumbled deeply.  Matsukawa had met dragons who sounded like Ushijima, as if their voices came from the very earth itself.  Ushijima glanced to his side, where another man gave him a small nod before Ushijima faced forward, giving a small bow.  “It is good to see you.”  Oikawa couldn’t hide his suspicion but held out his hand all the same.  Ushijima took it gently and to all of their surprise he bent down and pressed Oikawa’s knuckles to his forehead.

“What-” Oikawa started, shock making his tongue loose but Matsukawa easily stepped forward to intercept.

“You are all probably tired from your long journey, if you would follow me I can show you where you’ll be staying.”  Matsukawa bowed his head.  He spared a glance for Oikawa, who was holding his hand to his chest as if he couldn’t decide if he was angry or not, before walking through the streets of the old elven city.

“And do we get to know your name?”  Matsukawa looked over and was surprised to see a man with the most curiously bright red hair he’d ever seen.  The Sun Elves were no less pretty than any of the other races, the looks of those like Ushijima, Semi, or Shirabu were leagues above others.  But the elf keeping pace with Matsukawa was odd, not beautiful or pretty but rather stunning in his own way.

“Matsukawa.”  Matsukawa answered because he didn’t see a reason why not too.

“Tendou.”  The elf motioned to himself, somehow looming over Matsukawa though he was sure they were similar in height.  Matsukawa might have even outweighed the other man, but there was something almost calculating about him.  As if he was picking Matsukawa apart piece by piece.  “And will you be assisting us for the gathering?”  Tendou shifted closer, his chest grazing Matsukawa’s shoulder.

“Tendou,” Someone said softly from behind them but Oikawa was already pushing his way between them before Matsukawa could work through what he was feeling or what type of game Tendou was playing at.

“He is very busy, servants will be more than happy to help you with whatever your needs may be.”  Oikawa said snippily, moving Matsukawa even further away from Tendou.  Matsukawa forced down a smile, reminded himself to tell Iwaizumi and Hanamaki about Oikawa’s overprotective ways.  Matsukawa looked up to see Tendou’s reaction, was surprised at the hurt that was quickly covered up as he dropped to the back of the large group.

Matsukawa mulled that look over.  Matsukawa had never been treated any different by his own people or other races.  He was a full blooded High Elf from a long line of warrior nobles.  But he had seen the way Oikawa was sometimes treated and to a different degree Iwaizumi too.  Tendou was clearly no stranger to being judged by his looks and even though Matsukawa tried to, he couldn’t ignore that.

So when Oikawa was busy trying to one up Ushijima, Matsukawa slipped over to Tendou’s side.

“If you need any help I’d be happy to assist.”  Matsukawa said, smiling slightly when Tendou jumped and turned towards the High Elf.

“Truly?”  Tendou asked, clear suspicion on his face.

“I would not offer if I wasn’t willing.”  Matsukawa stated honestly.  Tendou studied Matsuakwa’s face once more, looking for deception but when he found none a genuine smile crossed his features.

“Good!  You can give me a tour of this city.”  Tendou said, wrapping a long fingered hand around Matsukawa’s arm and pulling him gently away from the escalating scene in front of them.

“I didn’t-” Matsukawa cut himself off.  He hadn’t meant right at that moment but he supposed now was as good as anytime.  “What would you like to see?”  Matsukawa asked instead.

“I heard there is a dragon underneath the castle.”  Tendou said with clear excitement.

“Absolutely not.”  Matsukawa shook his head but several moments later found them taking the steep steps down deep beneath the mountain the castle was built into to say hello to an old friend.  Matsukawa was not quite sure how he had gotten there, listening to Tendou prattle on about this and that, bright hair a beacon in the otherwise dark cavern, but he couldn’t exactly say he was unhappy to be there.

[jadehqknb]

MatsuTen - First Kiss

The first touch of their lips was soft, so soft it was almost as though they were ghosts to each other, their nerves holding them back as though they were tethered.

Matsukawa nearly opened his eyes, wondering if Tendou were second guessing this; had he pushed too hard, moved too fast?

Then a hand was in his hair, tugging him forward and Tendou’s lips slotted more fully against his own, a low hum vibrating Matsukawa all the way to his toes; apparently he wasn’t moving fast enough.

[novocaine-sea]

May I please request either 7 or 70 for MatsuTen? Thank you 😆

70. “Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.”

Tendou had been having a good day. He hadn’t done much aside from lay on the couch so essentially it was a great day.

That is, until his partner came home and slammed the door behind him, the entire apartment shaking. 

It was rare that Matsukawa got mad. He usually was cool, calm, and collected when it came to things that upset him and it took something big to get him to outwardly express that. Tendou couldn’t pin down exactly what had happened because his boyfriend never made it clear that anything was going on in the first place. 

“Hi.” Tendou greeted but Matsukawa just walked past him breezily, causing Tendou’s eyebrows to shoot up, “Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.”  Judging from the sigh in the other room, Matsukawa had heard him. Tendou got up and looked at his boyfriend chugging orange juice from the carton.

“Sup, mister grouchy pants?”

“Are you always like this?” Matsukawa mumbled and dropped the orange juice back into the fridge. His eyebrows were pinched in either contemplation or anger, Tendou didn’t know.

Tendou shrugged, “Yeah. But you can always talk to me if you need.”

Matsukawa sighed and didn’t do anything for a moment. He groaned and then dropped his forehead to Tendou’s shoulder, exhaling. Tendou pat his bacl, “There there.”

Matsukawa reached up to grip his shirt, “It’s just dumb stuff.”

“It’s not dumb if it upsets you,” Tendo whispered. Matsukawa cracked a smile.

“Thanks. Maybe later though?” 

Tendou nodded. He would never push Matsukawa to tell him if he didn’t want to. 

Sarcasm Prompts 

[arcingbalance]

ty furudate for this

[cheetahleopard]

Chapters: 2/7 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Matsukawa Issei/Tendou Satori, Shimizu Kiyoko/Hanamaki Takahiro/Yachi Hitoka Additional Tags: Matsuten week 2019, rarepairs, Firsts, Soulmates, Fluff Chapter Summary:

Satori is in the middle of morning practice when he hears it.

He had woken up with an odd feeling at the back of his mind. It is… grounding, and calm, and yet- there’s a flash of something that feels a lot like mischief.

He hadn’t thought much of it- until. They’re in the middle of morning practice and the feeling reaches out, impressing words on his mind, Hello?

[guiltyshine]

cant tell me that tendou doesnt try to befriend both hanamaki and matsu;; the only 2 kewl members of the team as he’d say.

[kemoiunder]

Matsukawa Issei / Tendou Satori

Word Count: 1,051

Description: Shirabu had expressed that it's weird that Tendou and Matsukawa haven't kissed yet. Why was it up to Shirabu when things happened in their relationship?

Day 2 of MatsuTen Week 2019! The prompt for today was First Kiss, and I couldn't help but to add on to my work from yesterday~!

[hq-rarepairs-for-days]

I love your doodles you’re the one who did matsuten and I love ❤️❤️❤️ Can I please request TendOi ? There’s nothing for that ship at all 😭😭

[stacysmash]

Matsuten Week Day 2: First Kiss Relationship: Matsukawa x Tendou Rating: General (caution: Fluff ahead) WC: 1870

When Matsukawa got into his video games, he typically entered a zone where he shut everything else out even if he had friends over to play with him. Sometimes he laughed whenever Oikawa shrieked about losing pathetically but mostly, he could tune everything else out. But stretched out on the floor of his bedroom with Tendou Satori sing/talking in his right ear made it a little difficult to focus.

His mind was still reeling how they were even hanging out, and in his own bedroom no less. It started a few weeks before when Tendou spotted him in town and dragged him to have tea with him. Their paths kept crossing and the more they spoke, the more they discovered they had many shared interests. How could he possibly have anything in common with the Guess Monster of Shiratorizawa? Quite a lot, apparently.

“Oooohhhh, looks like that’s my win again, Matsukawa-kuuuun! Are you sure you’ve played this before?” Tendou giggled as he shifted to face him, propping his chin on his arm that was resting on his knee. His eyes lit up when Matsukawa glared at him, his grin stretching wider as he waited for Matsukawa’s reply.

But that’s what he wants, for me to stoop to his level. Well, two can play at this game.

Matsukawa kept his face deceptively neutral as he twisted toward Tendou, resting his elbow on his bed to rest his cheek against his fist.

“It’s not my first time playing, but I have to say it’s rare that I have any competition. I don’t mind losing but I wonder at you rubbing it in so much. Perhaps you’re looking for some sort of prize for winning?”

Tendou’s grin slipped as a tint of pink prickled his pale cheeks. Matsukawa was relieved he was skilled at keeping his face calm because Tendou’s cute reaction sent his pulse racing. It’s been happening more frequently, and he was avoiding every thought of what it could mean.

“I-I’m not looking for any prize, winning’s enough,” Tendou replied after regaining composure. “Don’t you know how I like to boast about my accomplishments?”

“Yes, I know that quite well,” He replied, rolling his eyes. “Perhaps that would make it more interesting though.”

“What would?”

“Raising the stakes. If you win, you get to request something of me, anything you want. But if I win, I get to do the same.”

Tendou’s body straightened like an exclamation point and Matsukawa swore he saw a tail wagging happily behind him. “You’re on! If I win, you have to massage my feet!”

Why did I tell him about that? Matsukawa thought as Tendou cackled at his look of dismay.

“Fine, but if I win…” He said, leaning in toward Tendou until his lips were a breath away from his ear, “You’re going to give me a kiss.”

[goshiyachi]

There’s always something about you

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Pairing: Matsukawa Issei/ Tendou Satori Summary: Matsukawa had to take a while to realize what he wanted. Prompts Used: Beginnings, First Encounter, Alternative meeting A/N: @matsuten-week Or read on ao3

Matsukawa had been nine when he met him.

The scorching heat that only summer was able to reach had made it nearly impossible for him to get up. His limbs felt like sweaty noodles. He didn’t move, but he had heard another pair of feet. No socks or shoes, just pale feet and a shadow shading him. He closed his eyes for a second before daring to look up.

He had a bowl-shaped hair cut with sharp, very intense, eyes that had looked down at him. Curiosity stemmed in the other kid’s body as Matsukawa blinked lazily at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Dying.”

The other boy eyed him again. “From what?”

Matsukawa hadn’t at the time liked the company. With the heat oozing most of his free time and the thirst that was getting almost prevalent. “The sun.”

There had been a pause there, as if the other boy was debating whether he wanted to waste any more time with him or bother another kid. Sometimes, being a kid wasn’t all that great, with parks being riddled with nosy kids, or whining ones. Matsukawa had liked to play, but when the sun was overbearing, he didn’t. He liked the silent lazy days for that. To feel time, pass by his fingers.

“Ah.” Bowl-cut didn’t leave. His voice however, did sooth out. “Why not die by the water fountain or get some ice cream.”

“Don’t wanna move. Too hot.”

“Still.” He huffed before sitting across him. “You did put enough sunscreen? You look a little red.” He pointed to a sensitive spot by his legs.

Matsukawa did try to ignore him. He did try, but it felt almost impossible with how the red head kept talking. By pointing out other kids he vaguely knew, or other nonsense of TV shows he watched. When he was nine years old, Matsukawa didn’t have much social interactions with others. Which meant he was blunt. Sometimes, a little too tactless.

“Why are you talking to me?”

The red head closed his mouth, then opened it to only close it. His eyes narrowed a centimeter as he weighed his words, unlike how Matsukawa did earlier. “You looked like you needed a friend, with you being alone here on the hill. I’m usually alone on this hill too. Guess I was wrong.”

His stomach hurt instantly.

He didn’t remember the rest of that day, but Matsukawa knew that when the red head left, something had troubled his gut then.

.

At age fifteen Matsukawa had learned how to use his words sufficiently. (Or, at least enough for his age to be less blunt with the more sensitive people.) That still didn’t stop him from thinking about that little kid he’d met years ago.

His stupid hair cut had been adorable, and his eyes; though sharp had piqued some interest to him back then. Matsukawa hadn’t known what to do with that information back then, and even now as a teen he still wondered about him. About that day. Like if he had friends now, if he remembered him too. He never explicitly told anyone else about that kid from his childhood, but he had wondered why he stuck around his memories.

Their meeting had not altered him significantly.

He still had been slow with making friends. Made wise crack jokes when he felt like it. He felt like he didn’t change much.

The rest of the year went on. He ate, he slept and joined the volleyball team from his school. It had been a rare moment of vulnerability when he saw himself again as nine when he gained his current friends. It had been a very slow process of him joking, of being blunt and having fun with himself. He noticed the shock of red hair. Between the crowds of school jerseys he saw a face he’d never thought he would see again.

He had blinked, and took a step closer. And as he opened his mouth the kid from before evaded from his sights like a ghost. He didn’t catch the school name until the end of the day.

Shiratorizawa.

.

By the latter half of the year, Matsukawa had been able to properly reintroduce himself again. But not in the middle of a game. It had been during a slow forgiving fall weekend. The trees were changing colors and the wind felt like shy kisses on his bare neck. A light sweater was all he needed on that day. He had been in the middle of changing trains when he bumped into another body.

“Sorry. I wasn’t looking.”

Matsukawa helped the person with their bags.

“It’s fine.”

And as he looked up the same shade of red that had haunted him had been the first thing he saw.

Even when it had been hidden by a beanie, Matsukawa was still able to catch the shade, and when the same body straighten up, he felt his cheeks flush. He knew when they were nine, they both had been gangly limbs. With years between them, Matsukawa had to remind himself that they were still in a public area. Although, it had been hard with the kid from that park looked good with flat hair.

“Ah, park boy. How’s it been. Still, antisocial?” His voice was still very animated and vocal.

A kind that should have pissed him off. But it didn’t. Matsukawa really didn’t mind. Especially, when nosy kid still remembered him. He felt the corners of his lips twitch up.

“Pretty good. Can't complain.”

And he really couldn’t with how his heart fluttered when the red head's smirk widen.