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Kageyama leans on the door frame still a bit groggy from waking up. He watches Hinata’s sleeping form wearing his hoodie and thinks, “you’re so damn cute, dumbass…”
Rise Of The Jellyfish
Three jellyfishes at Ripleys, whom all have different shades of colour due to the change of vibrancy in the the aquariums! Taken in Toronto, Canada. 2014.
All Photos Taken by Yours Truly,
Luqara / Luqman A.
“Akaashi! Hey. Hey, Akaashi.” Bokuto bounces on the steps to the gym next to him, up-down and up-down, feet jogging in place just besides Akaashi’s hip.
“What is it?” Akaashi says and drinks the rest of his water bottle in one gulp. “It’s just a five minute break. I’ll toss to you again soon – ”
“You’re gay, right?” Bokuto keeps bouncing. There’s sweat trailing down his strong legs; he always takes off his knee pads during short breaks.
Akaashi looks away. If his face goes red, it’s from the sun that warms his skin. “Yeah.” Of course he’s gay, and the team knows. Why would Bokuto –
“And you’re single?”
Christ. Recently, Bokuto seems to love question games. “Yeah?”
More feet bouncing, and Bokuto dances around him to appear on Akaashi’s other side. “You’re gay and single?”
“Yeah…?”
“And you love volleyball.”
“What the hell. Yes, obviously – ”
“You’re gay and single and you love volleyball.”
“I swear to God, I’m gonna – yes, I am and yes I do, how much more – ”
“Go out with me.”
“Jesus Christ, yes! Stop asking – wait.”
Bokuto grins. “It’s a date, then. Does Friday sound good? I’ll pick you up at eight.” His fingers touch Akaashi’s chin, and when he leans down to kiss Akaashi’s cheek, his mouth is warm and soft.
Akaashi sits there, frozen, even when Bokuto’s already off to race back into the gym. His face burns. That idiot planned all of this. Akaashi feels a smile tickle his lips. Yes. Yes, of course. Always yes to Bokuto.
The words have been scratching in his throat for some time now. Levi decides to say them out loud when he’s in Erwin’s office, on the couch, legs warm and comfortable in Erwin’s lap.
“You know, if you ever feel shitty about that,” he traces the knot of Erwin’s sleeve, tangles his fingers in the empty fabric. “Just… don’t. There’s no need to, got it? You’re not less or worse just because – ”
“I know, Levi.” There’s no chance for Levi to react when Erwin leans in and kisses his forehead. It shouldn’t feel so nice, and the peace settling over his thundering heart shouldn’t come from a wounded man’s stupid touch.
“Good.” Levi closes his eyes and nuzzles Erwin’s shoulder, breathes, listens to Erwin turn the pages of his book. The silence that stretches is a soft, lily-warm white.
Then, Erwin’s lips touch his hair. “You wouldn’t let me become less than I can be. I know that, Levi. Just like the sun rises tomorrow, I know.”
Levi’s heart beats like a storm once more when his fingers tangle in hair and fabric, and the air of his lungs is drowned out by a breathed kiss, whispered into his veins.
He is their guardian. He is their cliff against the storm, his wings spreading behind all of their backs, feathers catching the residue of those war attacks that his team can’t battle alone.
But even a guardian isn’t invincible; and when Nishinoya sits down after a game, legs shaking and arms burning in violet-crimson from the blood twitching underneath his skin, that’s when his own wings sink down, fall low. That’s when Asahi tucks him underneath his chin, wipes his sweat, and whispers “thank you” into the crown of Nishinoya’s head. He has his own guardian; his own shield.
Moami 