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Lost Sun

kageyama and hinata had a nasty argument and hinata found comfort in someone else.

inspiration from: "there are days when i can't find the sun even though it's right outside my window"

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WORD COUNT:  1373

Light filtered through the broken blinds, radiant beams stirring the cropped noiret. He squinted with a grunt, partially blinded by the morning sun. His cobalt birds gleamed from the sun’s light. The man slid his arm away from his warm torso to feel the freezing, silk sheets beside him. His lover long gone from the bed, nowhere to be seen or heard from.

Kageyama twisted to stare at the empty spot, feeling bleak. His long, thin fingers clutched the smooth fabric, formless as it fell victim to his rigid grasp. In an attempt to forget the numb feel crackling along his calloused fingers, he rolled onto his other side, fully blinded by the sun breaching his busted blinds. His eyes bore into the rays, black spots filling his vision, staying open until they throbbed and caused a thick headache.

The alarm clock on his bedside drawer blared and howled in his ears, but he felt no need to get out of bed. He had no sunshine to lure him from the warm covers, no muse to fill his thoughts with possibilities of plans. He felt nothing. His mind was a barren desert that hadn’t seen a lick of rain. Kageyama was devoid of any rationale or desire to move.

He just wanted to feel something other than misery. Every time he breathed, he felt as if his heart was being choked out by barbed wire. Stabbing into his soul, attempting to pull a cry out of him. The needle-like prick of tears forming forced him to sit up. He couldn’t cry. He refused to. He wasn’t allowed to shed tears. It was his fault in the first place.

The noiret slung his legs out of bed, sluggish and dazed. Hair stuck to his forehead and stood up every which way. Feet barely lifted off the ground as he trudged to the bathroom. That of which persisted to smell like his flame. He tried to repress his deep inhale, but the waft of Hinata’s body wash brought him to melancholic tranquillity.

The ache in Kageyama’s chest was suffocating. The lump in his throat blocked any chance of air he could try and inhale. He completed his routine as if he was on autopilot, no thoughts running through his head.

Afterwards, he picked up his cell, holding the cold device in his palm. It reminded him of his sheets. He attempted to turn it on, only to find out it was dead. So much for that. Pocketing his phone, he left his bedroom. Taking a glance at the clock on the oven, he was already late for practice. It wouldn’t matter if he was even later.

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He hesitated to open the locker room door. He knew it would be empty, but that didn’t help calm his nerves. Finally opening the door, it was, in fact, empty. He opened his locker and slowly put his practice clothes on, attempting to stall. He dreaded facing his teammates. He was rarely ever late, he knew they were going to comment on it.

Gathering himself, he steadied his breathing before exiting the locker room. He paused as soon as the door opened, there was a practice match going on with his team. Shit.

Kageyama tore his stare away as he walked over to the coach. Feet light and nimble on the gym floor. The raised brows of his coach told it all. He just shouldn’t have shown up if he were to be late.

“Fix what you messed up.” That was all Suzaku said before sending Kageyama to warm up. He rubbed his palm over his knuckles, sighing. Kageyama had been late almost every day this week. If it continued, it’d be possible he’d lose his spot on the team. Suzaku always let his athletes come to him if they had problems, but he knew Kageyama wasn’t the type of guy to do that. The setter kept everything to himself until it all flooded out. Suzaku felt dread growing larger and larger in the pit of his stomach, like thorns in a bramble bush. The Adlers weren’t the Adlers without Kageyama, and if he didn’t shape up soon, it’d become a big issue. He massaged his temples, desperately trying to fix his attention back to the practice match.

Kageyama went rough on himself once he was switched into the match. He focused everything he had on the ball, anger racing through his veins. Not anger towards Hinata, but towards himself. The way he made Hinata cry those many nights ago, the boiling tears that pooled out of the chestnut eyes that used to light up his day like the morning sun. Kageyama forced the image out of his head, his breath worn.

His teammates had known something was up the second day Kageyama had come to practice late. He had failed to brush his hair and rub the sleep from his eyes. It was completely unlike the noiret, and he just kept looking worse. None of them wished to witness the rage of the king, even Ushijima had stayed silent. And-so they watched in silence as Kageyama internally crumbled.

After the match, during the formalities of shaking hands, Kageyama gripped onto Hinata’s to hold him in place. He needed to talk to him. It itched in his throat, his brain throbbing and screaming. Hinata reluctantly agreed before they went to a far corner of the gym. Both keeping their gazes far away from each other.

Warm coffee eyes followed the two, a brown brow raised in intrigue. After allowing the two to talk for a few minutes, Atsumu had decided to butt in and make his presence, and status, known to the noiret. His muscular forearm wrapped around Hinata’s slender waist like a thick snake curling around and suffocating its prey. The face Kageyama had made brought a sinister grin to the dyed blond’s face. Kageyama clenched his hand into a fist, forcing his manicured and filed nails to dig into his palm. Atsumu looked like a drooling beast ready to devour Hinata with any sliver of a chance he got. The way his hand slid down Hinata’s wiry side and grasped at it as if he owned it. He held Hinata like he was some trophy wife. Kageyama’s rage had begun to simmer. The sweltering burn of anger caused him to sweat as he glared knives at Atsumu’s hand.

His eyebrows furrowed harshly as he huffed a sharp amount of air out his nostrils. A shadow seemed to encompass the upper half of his face, and if looks could kill Atsumu would’ve been called to his home six feet under the ground. Kageyama had grit his teeth together to save face and not alert anybody else in the gym. He noticed that Hinata looked small next to Atsumu. As if he were a mouse right before the snake lunged.

Atsumu’s eyes held a look so ferocious it could make even the most powerful of men kneel before him in an instant. His tongue slid along his lips as they tilted into an almost diabolical smirk. The blond straightened his posture as to tower over the noiret and force him to roll over. His sinister presence shrouded over Hinata’s sunshine like a murky storm cloud marching in. The ominous feeling crawled up Kageyama’s legs up to his spine and sent shivers rushing down the bones. The instinct to stare back overcame him as he attempted to return the look with more authority. Hinata belonged in his sky. Not the blond’s.

Before Kageyama could reach out and save Hinata from the brute, he was already being swept away. Atsumu murmured words into Hinata’s ears that Kageyama couldn’t quite make out and just like that, the two were walking away.

No no no no no no no no no no no. Come back. Kageyama felt like screaming. But it wouldn’t matter even if he did. Hinata was far too down the snake’s burrow.

The noiret’s hand fell to his side in a pitiful manner and shoulders drooped like a wilted rose. His hair concealed the miserable expression on his face as he kept his gaze toward the floor. Kageyama felt pathetic and there was only one question on his mind.

Why?

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Blooming Red

While giving Gojo a massage, Getou indulges himself by teasing the poor man. This causes Gojo to erupt in a full-body blush.

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WORD COUNT: 398

Suguru traced his long fingers between Satoru’s shoulder blades. The smooth skin beneath his finger pads radiated a domestic warmth that only Satoru could give.

“Your hands are freezing.” The white-haired man whined, turning his head to view the noiret who made his cold heart glow.

“Maybe your back is just warm.” Suguru teased, a light smile decorating his features.

“Or maybe you’re just a bi-” Satoru hissed as Suguru dug into his muscles, stopping his sentence. “Oww..” He crooned, pouting at his lover.

“Oh, don’t complain. You know you deserve it.” Suguru chuckled, pressing a light kiss to the shell of Satoru’s ear.

Satoru’s body lit aflame at the contact. A shiver ran down his spine as warmth spread along his body, pale skin morphing to a light pink. Red traveled along Satoru’s skin like wildfire, encasing his body in rouge.

It traveled along his chest, his arms, his hands, his fingers, his thighs, his calves, his feet. Ears burned red, roses bloomed on his cheeks as if it were early summer. Tan hands of his lover traversed the silk petals, thumbs caressing ribs in a doting manner. His affection leaking through the barrier of skin.

“Look how beautiful you are, Satoru.” Suguru breathed against his ear, the kind grin spreading across his face. “Just for me to see.”

Satoru brought his flushed hands up to cover the embarrassment wreaking havoc on his face. His energetic mask crumbling to a bashful appearance. At the sight of Suguru’s teasing smile, he rushed to close the gap between his fingers, whining like a dog.

Suguru trailed his icy hands from Satoru’s hips to his sizzling palms, grasping his hands and wrapping his own fingers around Satoru’s long digits. Bringing them close to his lips, giving each of the knuckles a delicate, tender kiss. Feverish heat oozed from Satoru’s skin, spilling onto the lips that belonged to his beloved. The heat was nearly scorching, suffocating the taller of the two.

In one fluid movement, Suguru was trailing his velvety finger pads towards Satoru’s shoulders, returning them to their previous position. He dug into the stiff muscles with skill, letting Satoru slump in the chair, allowing him to regain his composure.

Satoru’s skin continued to appear set ablaze, glowing ruby red. Shaking his head with a grin, Suguru gave one last kiss to the top of the silvery head of hair.

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Sparks of Green & Gold

Terushima takes Yamaguchi to see the fireworks for New Years.

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WORD COUNT: 732

The dyed blond tugged the green-haired boy by the hand, laughing. His tongue piercing glinting mischievously from the low light.

“Yuuji!!” Yamaguchi squealed, the thought of falling face first racing through his mind.

“Trust me, Tadashi! I promise you won’t regret it.” Terushima turned his head to grin wildly, canines bared.

The blond continued to pull the freckled boy, adrenaline coursing through both of their veins as they hopped over logs, ran through bountiful trees, dodged hanging spiders. Their shoes thumped against the ground loud enough to disturb the animals nearby causing the bushes to rustle and twigs to snap.

Yamaguchi did his best to keep up, all the while attempting to look at his surroundings. The wind’s hands traveled through his hair as it tickled the dyed white baby hairs on the back of his neck, stray sticks snapped against his bare legs. The light sting caused him to bolt forward, nearly knocking into Terushima.

“Careful now, we’re almost there!” Terushima cheered. He jumped for joy as they entered a small clearing just at the edge of a cliff. With an excited giggle, Terushima wrapped his arms around Yamaguchi and twirled him about, causing them both to erupt in howling laughter.

“Yuuji! Yuuji!” Yamaguchi’s head tilted back as he attempted to calm down his laugh. “Put me down, pleaaaase!!” He clutched onto Terushima’s shoulders, fearing what would happen if he let go.

After one last spin, Terushima gently placed Yamaguchi’s feet on the ground. “Better?” The blond smirked before kissing the top of his boyfriend’s head.

“Yes. Now what did you bring us up here for?” Yamaguchi rested his cheek against Terushima’s soft shoulder as he held the just barely shorter man in a warm embrace.

“The fireworks, obviously! They look the best up here, and you can see everything.” Terushima waddled over to a spot in the clearing, not wanting to let go of Yamaguchi’s hug. After slowly lowering to the ground, Yamaguchi sat between Terushima’s lengthy legs, leaning back against his built chest.

“Any minute now.” Terushima hummed, holding Yamaguchi’s thin, calloused hands in his own. Soon after he spoke, splashes of colour began to erupt in the night sky, casting a harsh glow onto those around it. The boom of each firework was nearly deafening as they dazzled the pitch black sky and made it into a sea of colour.

“Woah..” Yamaguchi’s eyes bore at the sky in pure amazement. “It’s gorgeous.” He mumbled, hardly able to form words.

“Yeah.” Terushima responded, breathless. But he wasn’t looking at the fireworks, no. He was looking at the one man who seemed to have captured his heart as if it was the easiest thing to do in the world. He used to be, what some would call, a wild bull, but Yamaguchi seemed to be the best rodeo clown in the world.

He was mesmerized by the light glinting off of his earrings, the way the glow portrayed the green-haired boy as a higher being. He was marvelous, and Terushima couldn’t believe it was all his. Yamaguchi turned around for a moment, eyes widening as he saw Terushima staring right back at him.

“Well, hello.” A loving smile spread across his face as he kept Terushima’s gaze. It was overflowing with love and admiration. Yamaguchi could barely grasp that it was aimed toward him.

“Hey.” Terushima brought his hands to Yamaguchi’s face and cupped his cheeks. Everything he couldn’t say was spoken through his actions. He loved Yamaguchi so much that he couldn’t form it into words.

Yamaguchi leaned into the blond’s palms, his cheeks squishing slightly. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth overtake him as the thundering sound of the fireworks filled his ears. This had to be heaven. Yamaguchi wished he could stay like this forever. All he needed was the pleasant feel of Terushima holding his face and the tender adoration sent his way.

“Open your eyes, Tadashi. You’re going to miss the fireworks.” Terushima pouted. Although he wished that he could stare at the stars sprinkled on Yamaguchi’s face forever, he didn’t want him to feel disappointed about not seeing the fireworks.

“Fine, fine.” Yamaguchi opened his eyes, opting to give Terushima a quick kiss before tuning his attention to the streaks of colour bursting in the black abyss. A soft smile spread across Terushima’s face before he joined Yamaguchi in watching the beautiful fireworks.

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The Boy Who Fought the Sun

yo first post 😳  this is inspired by the story of icarus (hinata in the place of icarus)  you can support it directly on ao3 here -> og work

WORD COUNT: 276

In stories of old, there were tales of a boy as bright as the sun, itself. He could spread his arms wide and sprout wings that shimmered like stained glass on a Sunday morning. Nobody knew what the boy’s name was, or how he came to be. All they knew is that he came in a time of need. An angel amongst the common man.

The sun could not compete with the boy who flew great heights with no trepidation. The flaming ball of fire quivered when the youth sprung his legs and took off into the awaiting skies. The sun became furious at this bright boy. How dare he take his spot in the sky? The sun festered and boiled in rage, flared in fury, broiled and bubbled.

With a thundering clamor, the radiant boy was sent pummeling to the ground, set ablaze. Heat pounded along his skin, his spine, his toes, his eyelashes. Fingernails score at skin till rubbed raw. Rivers of red roamed his frame like gentle hands on a hot summer night.

The boy’s laughter was quick to fill the stifling, orange air as he grasped the fact he had intimidated the sun. The godly sun was sent to rage by a child. With one more swoop of his stunning feathers, the golden boy collided with the earth, the sod around him erupting in a dazzling blaze.

To this day, mortals take a moment to look up at the vast, blue sky, reminiscing about times they could never remember. Rotating scapulae, eyes fluttering close, arms spread wide to think of days in the sky. When they were free from the sun’s reign.