Ship: matsukawa issei/hanamaki takahiro Fandom: haikyuu Major Tags: none Other Tags: none Square: kiss at sunset Word Count: 501
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Matsukawa’s waiting for him when Takahiro comes out of the clubroom. “Ready to go?” he says, and Takahiro nods.
They’re quiet as they leave the school. It’s late, near dinner time, and the streets in this neighbourhood are empty. The rain has been coming down hard lately, summer flash storms coming and going without so much as a warning. Takahiro jumps over a puddle. His footsteps echo on the cement road. He’s tired, but there’s something about this late afternoon walk with Matsukawa that makes him almost wish it would never end.
“Wanna go for some ramen?” he asks Matsukawa, and his friend shrugs. They change course for the marketplace by the train station.
Matsukawa walks with his hands in his pockets. He keeps his gaze straight ahead, barely even glancing at the buildings they pass by. Takahiro keeps his eyes on Matsukawa. There’s something about the way he walks, striding smoothly along with those long legs of his, a fluid grace that is hard to look away from. Matsukawa hums slightly, lost in his thoughts. Takahiro smiles slightly, lost in the company of his best friend.
They come across a skybridge, and Takahiro hops up the stairs, skipping a step as he goes. Matsukawa follows at a slower pace, brushing aside his curly bangs. At the top, Takahiro stops and turns. Matsukawa looks back at him, eyebrows raised.
“Something on my face?”
Takahiro shakes his head. He glances out across the railings. Cars slip by below them, a constant buzz in the background, tail lights disappearing like a neon echo. The buildings around them throws sleepy shadows and the grey clouds above them drift lazily by. But in the distant horizon, just over the telephone poles, there is orange and feather-soft gold, pale blue and blushing pink.
“Matsukawa,” Takahiro says, pointing. “Look.”
Matsukawa draws up beside him, and looks. It’s nothing special, as sunsets go. They’ve seen more spectacular sunsets by their school. It’s just a corner of the sky, too far to reach, too small to take a picture of. But in this moment, just the two of them, there is something magical about it all.
“Hey, Takahiro,” Matsukawa says, and Takahiro turns. He’s smiling slightly, a lighthearted twinkle in his eye. “Can I kiss you?”
Takahiro knows he’s blushing, and he knows that Matsukawa knows. Still, he nods, and when the other boy steps closer, he tilts his head up and waits. He meets Matsukawa’s eyes.
Their lips touch with a soft familiarity, quiet and intimate. Takahiro can feel the ache in his body but there’s a spark igniting in his veins as Matsukawa’s fingers slip into his hair. He pulls back slightly, enough to catch Matsukawa’s eyes, and he grins.
Their hands link together naturally, until they make it off the bridge. The ramen shop is just down the street, but they take their time. And if Takahiro walks close enough for their fingers to brush against each other, well, that’s nobody else’s business but their own.
FILL: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou, C1, [G]
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Square: kiss at sunset
Word Count: 501
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Matsukawa’s waiting for him when Takahiro comes out of the clubroom. “Ready to go?” he says, and Takahiro nods.
They’re quiet as they leave the school. It’s late, near dinner time, and the streets in this neighbourhood are empty. The rain has been coming down hard lately, summer flash storms coming and going without so much as a warning. Takahiro jumps over a puddle. His footsteps echo on the cement road. He’s tired, but there’s something about this late afternoon walk with Matsukawa that makes him almost wish it would never end.
“Wanna go for some ramen?” he asks Matsukawa, and his friend shrugs. They change course for the marketplace by the train station.
Matsukawa walks with his hands in his pockets. He keeps his gaze straight ahead, barely even glancing at the buildings they pass by. Takahiro keeps his eyes on Matsukawa. There’s something about the way he walks, striding smoothly along with those long legs of his, a fluid grace that is hard to look away from. Matsukawa hums slightly, lost in his thoughts. Takahiro smiles slightly, lost in the company of his best friend.
They come across a skybridge, and Takahiro hops up the stairs, skipping a step as he goes. Matsukawa follows at a slower pace, brushing aside his curly bangs. At the top, Takahiro stops and turns. Matsukawa looks back at him, eyebrows raised.
“Something on my face?”
Takahiro shakes his head. He glances out across the railings. Cars slip by below them, a constant buzz in the background, tail lights disappearing like a neon echo. The buildings around them throws sleepy shadows and the grey clouds above them drift lazily by. But in the distant horizon, just over the telephone poles, there is orange and feather-soft gold, pale blue and blushing pink.
“Matsukawa,” Takahiro says, pointing. “Look.”
Matsukawa draws up beside him, and looks. It’s nothing special, as sunsets go. They’ve seen more spectacular sunsets by their school. It’s just a corner of the sky, too far to reach, too small to take a picture of. But in this moment, just the two of them, there is something magical about it all.
“Hey, Takahiro,” Matsukawa says, and Takahiro turns. He’s smiling slightly, a lighthearted twinkle in his eye. “Can I kiss you?”
Takahiro knows he’s blushing, and he knows that Matsukawa knows. Still, he nods, and when the other boy steps closer, he tilts his head up and waits. He meets Matsukawa’s eyes.
Their lips touch with a soft familiarity, quiet and intimate. Takahiro can feel the ache in his body but there’s a spark igniting in his veins as Matsukawa’s fingers slip into his hair. He pulls back slightly, enough to catch Matsukawa’s eyes, and he grins.
Their hands link together naturally, until they make it off the bridge. The ramen shop is just down the street, but they take their time. And if Takahiro walks close enough for their fingers to brush against each other, well, that’s nobody else’s business but their own.