Ship: kageyama tobio/oikawa tooru Fandom: haikyuu!! Major Tags: none Other Tags: none Word Count: 464
im still a little hazy on competition protocol in the AVC but i think i got it close enough rip
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Tobio is struggling with his elbow guards when Oikawa comes over, clucking his tongue. "Always so needy, Tobio-chan," he says, fingers deftly working at the fastenings.
It'd be easy to get defensive and remind Oikawa that he's not in the habit of wearing the things, but he refrains. Sometime between the practices at dawn and the long nights spent reviewing plays and the times they woke up sprawled over each other after they inevitably fell asleep on Oikawa's floor, he learned that it's better to redirect his energy to other things.
Like getting in a dig of his own every once and a while. Tobio keeps his face blank as he says, "You always want to get your hands on me, Oikawa-san."
Oikawa's hands go still, and Tobio smiles even as Oikawa pinces the skin of his inner arm. "Crude, Tobio-chan."
Noya chooses that moment to bound over, clapping Tobio on the shoulder. "You guys ready?"
Oikawa's deft fingers finish up the velcro on Tobio's second guard. "As we'll ever be, Nishi-chan."
As they move from the locker room towards the court, Tobio snakes his hand through Oikawa's for just a moment and squeezes.
Oikawa elbows him gently in the side. "Don't get sentimental, Tobio-chan," he murmurs, though there's no teeth in it, and Tobio can't help but smile.
The stadium lights reflect off the freshly-polished court floor, near blinding in the intensity, and Tobio takes a deep breath. "Ready?" he asks.
"That you even need to ask is an insult," Oikawa mutters.
And he is ready—Tobio knows this, he's known it from the moment he met Oikawa. He just never expected to be in the position to ask, never thought he'd be sharing this moment with Oikawa.
Years ago, he never would have thought he would want to share it with Oikawa.
In middle school, Tobio dreamed of making it to the national team, to compete for Japan on whatever stage he could reach. After he met Oikawa, it became something different—something more like a goal, something he had to surpass, someone he had to surpass.
He spent years chasing after that goal, chasing after Oikawa's back, through high school and nearly halfway through university before the announcement of the U20 national team roster, where they were both named to the team.
Suddenly that goal shifted to something entirely different, something Tobio couldn't quite wrap his mind around at first.
After all, the two of them had never shared a common goal before. Not like this.
But now they were here, together, battle hardened and ready for the world stage.
Tobio inhales, releasing Oikawa's hand.
He starts when he feels Oikawa snatch it back just to squeeze it, once, before releasing.
Tobio tries not to smile too wide as they take the court.
FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 464
im still a little hazy on competition protocol in the AVC but i think i got it close enough rip
***
Tobio is struggling with his elbow guards when Oikawa comes over, clucking his tongue. "Always so needy, Tobio-chan," he says, fingers deftly working at the fastenings.
It'd be easy to get defensive and remind Oikawa that he's not in the habit of wearing the things, but he refrains. Sometime between the practices at dawn and the long nights spent reviewing plays and the times they woke up sprawled over each other after they inevitably fell asleep on Oikawa's floor, he learned that it's better to redirect his energy to other things.
Like getting in a dig of his own every once and a while. Tobio keeps his face blank as he says, "You always want to get your hands on me, Oikawa-san."
Oikawa's hands go still, and Tobio smiles even as Oikawa pinces the skin of his inner arm. "Crude, Tobio-chan."
Noya chooses that moment to bound over, clapping Tobio on the shoulder. "You guys ready?"
Oikawa's deft fingers finish up the velcro on Tobio's second guard. "As we'll ever be, Nishi-chan."
As they move from the locker room towards the court, Tobio snakes his hand through Oikawa's for just a moment and squeezes.
Oikawa elbows him gently in the side. "Don't get sentimental, Tobio-chan," he murmurs, though there's no teeth in it, and Tobio can't help but smile.
The stadium lights reflect off the freshly-polished court floor, near blinding in the intensity, and Tobio takes a deep breath. "Ready?" he asks.
"That you even need to ask is an insult," Oikawa mutters.
And he is ready—Tobio knows this, he's known it from the moment he met Oikawa. He just never expected to be in the position to ask, never thought he'd be sharing this moment with Oikawa.
Years ago, he never would have thought he would want to share it with Oikawa.
In middle school, Tobio dreamed of making it to the national team, to compete for Japan on whatever stage he could reach. After he met Oikawa, it became something different—something more like a goal, something he had to surpass, someone he had to surpass.
He spent years chasing after that goal, chasing after Oikawa's back, through high school and nearly halfway through university before the announcement of the U20 national team roster, where they were both named to the team.
Suddenly that goal shifted to something entirely different, something Tobio couldn't quite wrap his mind around at first.
After all, the two of them had never shared a common goal before. Not like this.
But now they were here, together, battle hardened and ready for the world stage.
Tobio inhales, releasing Oikawa's hand.
He starts when he feels Oikawa snatch it back just to squeeze it, once, before releasing.
Tobio tries not to smile too wide as they take the court.