Tooru breathes magic into him where there is none, born from the deep, unwavering kind of trust that comes only because they have known each other for so long, because they have learned each other, grown, and then learned each other all over again.
Hajime does the same in return, tracing his fingers over Tooru's skin like he's drawing runes, like he's following ley lines that he has known his entire life so well that he can shut his eyes and still see them glowing anyway.
Each spoken syllable is a spell, every single touch strengthens the magic that thrums under their skin, flowing through their veins. It's the kind of magic that can exist on its own but it's stronger when it's shared between the two of them. Tooru's never entirely alone and Hajime is a constant reminder of that; the inhale that follows an exhale, the stand that follows a fall.
This is a back and forth that they've stopped trying to explain to others because it doesn't matter anyway. They don't have to give any context to this, when they know that no one else will see the way that they shine when they're together, invincible when side by side, a power that they hold at pay with small, temporary barriers in the forms of their names; Iwa-chan and not Hajime; Oikawa and its more insulting variants instead of Tooru.
That kind of magic is reserved only for when they need it the most; not on volleyball courts where they also work with the strength of others, but places where they are alone, just the two of them, on quiet nights when they lie awake in the darkness and listen to each other breathe, on train platforms as they prepare to go in different directions, in the moments that they take back from the world, travelling hours just so that they can see each other again.
It's times like these, with their arms wound tightly around each other, their lips warm against each other's skin, their hearts remembering how to beat as one again. Their magic rises around them just as readily as it always does and they shine, with whispers of Hajime, of Tooru, and like this, they're entirely invincible and they both know it. No matter what the world wants to throw in their direction, they'll face it head on together, shining bright and brave and unified.
When people question the importance of names, Tooru laughs, but he doesn't answer.
FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G
word count: 420
Tooru breathes magic into him where there is none, born from the deep, unwavering kind of trust that comes only because they have known each other for so long, because they have learned each other, grown, and then learned each other all over again.
Hajime does the same in return, tracing his fingers over Tooru's skin like he's drawing runes, like he's following ley lines that he has known his entire life so well that he can shut his eyes and still see them glowing anyway.
Each spoken syllable is a spell, every single touch strengthens the magic that thrums under their skin, flowing through their veins. It's the kind of magic that can exist on its own but it's stronger when it's shared between the two of them. Tooru's never entirely alone and Hajime is a constant reminder of that; the inhale that follows an exhale, the stand that follows a fall.
This is a back and forth that they've stopped trying to explain to others because it doesn't matter anyway. They don't have to give any context to this, when they know that no one else will see the way that they shine when they're together, invincible when side by side, a power that they hold at pay with small, temporary barriers in the forms of their names; Iwa-chan and not Hajime; Oikawa and its more insulting variants instead of Tooru.
That kind of magic is reserved only for when they need it the most; not on volleyball courts where they also work with the strength of others, but places where they are alone, just the two of them, on quiet nights when they lie awake in the darkness and listen to each other breathe, on train platforms as they prepare to go in different directions, in the moments that they take back from the world, travelling hours just so that they can see each other again.
It's times like these, with their arms wound tightly around each other, their lips warm against each other's skin, their hearts remembering how to beat as one again. Their magic rises around them just as readily as it always does and they shine, with whispers of Hajime, of Tooru, and like this, they're entirely invincible and they both know it. No matter what the world wants to throw in their direction, they'll face it head on together, shining bright and brave and unified.
When people question the importance of names, Tooru laughs, but he doesn't answer.
They don't need to know.