Tag: levyaku

“A little bird told me that you’re in love.” Nishinoya flops down besides Yaku on the bench outside, uncapping his water bottle to take a big gulp.

“Excuse me?!” Yaku almost drops his own water bottle. The summer heat is flaring into the gym like a storm cloud of fire, intent on setting them all up in flames. Completely unnecessary, everyone is gasping for some air to get into their lungs. Kuroo and Bokuto are lying face-down in the grass outside the gym, mumbling something about teaching the Karasuno newbies some special training camp tactics. The rest of the teams is scattered all over the place. 

Yaku can’t keep his eyes from wandering around, just for a second, but Nishinoya grins immediately. “So it’s true. You’re smitten.”

“I’m not! Who told you that?” Yaku feels his cheeks grow hot. “I’m… there’s nobody like that. Even if there was someone – hypothetically – I wouldn’t have-”

“See,” Nishinoya interrupts him, and Yaku is surprised about the softness in his voice. It’s so unlike the unusual loud, excited behavior that Nishinoya seems to use his energy up for. “I thought I wouldn’t have a chance with my boyfriend, either.” 

Yaku swallows and looks down. “How do you know it’s a boy?” Wait. Noya has-

“Because you keep staring at Lev like a slightly angry, lovesick girl, and it’s really not subtle anymore.” 

Nishinoya laughs at Yaku’s mouth falling open. “Look, nobody has to know, but a piece of advice. From libero to libero.” He leans over, wrapping an arm around Yaku’s neck, and pulls him down. “Lev is dense. He’s similar to Asahi in that. So, why don’t you wait until after training and then just kiss him? Worst thing that could happen is that it may work.”

Somehow, Yaku finds his voice back, even though it’s just an embarrassing whisper. “You and Azumane – when even – you’re gay? And – it may work?!”

Nishinoya’s grin widens. He ruffles Yaku’s hair, a gesture that isn’t appreciated at all, and then stands to empty the rest of his water bottle over his head. “Well, you’re both not very subtle. Also I want someone to talk to. And most importantly, if I don’t get away from you now, I’ll get mauled to death by a lion. Good luck, you won’t need it.” He points over his shoulder and then runs off.

Yaku only follows the direction that Nishinoya has shown him a few seconds later. Oh. Lev is standing in the gym’s door, staring at Yaku, face as serious as Yaku’s never seen it before. But once their eyes meet, Lev jolts, his cheeks take on the colour of Nekoma’s shirts, and he calls for Yaku to come inside.

Huh. Go figure. Yaku screws the cap of his water bottle back on and grins. “I’ll be right there, Lev.”

“Achoo!”

This is the fifty-sixth sneeze today, and Yaku is really fucking annoyed. Of course he had to catch the flu. Of course he’d wake up with a burning, raw throat and a swollen nose a few days before Christmas. He could be practicing right now, helping his kouhai and improving his own skills. But instead, he’s stuck in a nest of three blankets, with fuzzy socks on his feet and a soft scarf around his neck.

It gets a bit better, though, once afternoon comes around – and them, his mother peeks into his room. “Honey? One of your teammates is here, he wants to see you!”

Yaku’s heart skips a beat. Oh no. What uf it’s – “Who…” his voice cracks miserably. “Don’t – ”

“Yaku-san, it’s me! Wow, you look really bad!”

A giant, bean-stalky figure tiptoes through his door and slumps onto his bed. Lev smiles at Yaku’s mother as she’s leaving, and then he immediately cups Yaku’s crimson face with his large hands.

“I’m so sorry that you’re sick! I know you need a lot of rest, and Kenma-san said that I’d just exhaust you if I came over, but I just had to!”

Yaku stares. He’s curled into a small circle but Lev still manages to give him a warm hug, and Yaku’s heart beats like thunder, a thousand butterflies in his stomach. Stupid, stupid crush, why does he like Lev so much, why is he speechless right now when Lev is so close – his lips –

“I brought you soup!” Lev abruptly pulls back and rummages through his backpack, gently placing a plastic pot on Yaku’s nightstand. “It’s really good, I helped my mum with making it. I…” He goes quiet, and pulls Yaku into another hug. “I hope you get well soon, Yaku-san. I miss you.”

Yaku can’t speak. He watches helplessly as Lev nervously tucks the blankets back around him, and his fingers come to rest on Yaku’s shoulders. And then, Lev leans in and kisses his forehead. It’s soft and quick, a warm touch of Lev’s mouth on his skin.

“Please go out with me when you’re not sick anymore! G-get some rest!” Lev’s face has turned a wonderful shade of red, and he rushes out of the room without looking back.

Yaku sits on his bed, touching his forehead, and fails not to smile. Maybe it’s good that he couldn’t speak. He has to get well even sooner now.