This is rly dumb I'm sorry but he looked like he just got caught peeping on someone in that pic
Yahaba Shigeru feels like he is several things, including a high school student who earns standard if not good grades; tall, for a Japanese boy of 16; a friend to animals, especially his two cats and dog; and overall a nice person who doesn’t particularly go looking for trouble. Of the several core schemas that make up his personality, he wouldn’t say “being a pervert” is anywhere amongst them.
His own convictions about himself do nothing to convince his teammates.
Shigeru could say the whole thing is Oikawa’s fault. He’d asked him to look over the game tapes of another team before their practice match, since he’s training him to become the captain and all. He’d felt obliged to agree, though phrasing it in such a way makes it sound like more of a chore, which it isn’t, other than struggling with the weight of his fear of not living up to Oikawa’s expectations.*
*and other feelings (“Yahaba, I’m counting on you!” and a smile that makes something in his chest tingle and he has to manually restart his breathing)
So he’s tired. After practice, even more so. He zones out in the middle of putting on his socks, gets one on and decides to take a break from the monumental effort. Oikawa pulling off his shirt isn’t a thing he’s watching so much as something that’s happening in front of his eyes. Shigeru isn’t actually taking it in, but he’s assumed to be anyway.
“See something you like, Yahaba?” It’s Matsukawa who notices, and it occurs to Shigeru later that he should have thrown something back at him about looking around places he wasn’t necessarily supposed to instead of faltering.
Shigeru answers without looking up yet. “Huh?”
Oikawa turns around as he tugs his shirt down over his stomach, and Shigeru does catch the last glimpse of tan skin over the waistband of his pants before it disappears. The rest of the image he’d seen but hadn’t registered plays at four times speed in his memory now, and he goes red. “Wh— I wasn’t— I just—” He looks helplessly between the faces of his teammates. Even Watari is smiling at him, the traitor.
“Mattsun, Mattsun,” Oikawa begins, clapping a hand down on the taller boy’s shoulder. “Didn’t you know today was Ogle Your Captain Day?” He winks at Shigeru, who fights down any further blush rising in his cheeks.
Iwaizumi snorts and turns back to his locker. Hanamaki crosses his arms, saying with a grin, “If it were up to you, that would be every day.”
“I think we should make it a real thing!” Oikawa continues, unperturbed. “Especially since we have such a cute captain now. Every 27th of the month is Ogle Your Captain today. Return all that love to your captain that he gives to you.” He moves over behind Shigeru and puts his hands on his shoulders, leaning down so Shigeru can feel his breath moving the hair behind ear. “Look at him!”
“Adorable,” Matsukawa says, patronizing Oikawa but not Shigeru.
The first years are smiling sympathetically at him, while Watari continues to look amused and Kyoutani disappears from the locker room. Shigeru pulls on his other sock and tries not to think about how Oikawa called him cute.
FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G
Word Count: 545
This is rly dumb I'm sorry but he looked like he just got caught peeping on someone in that pic
Yahaba Shigeru feels like he is several things, including a high school student who earns standard if not good grades; tall, for a Japanese boy of 16; a friend to animals, especially his two cats and dog; and overall a nice person who doesn’t particularly go looking for trouble. Of the several core schemas that make up his personality, he wouldn’t say “being a pervert” is anywhere amongst them.
His own convictions about himself do nothing to convince his teammates.
Shigeru could say the whole thing is Oikawa’s fault. He’d asked him to look over the game tapes of another team before their practice match, since he’s training him to become the captain and all. He’d felt obliged to agree, though phrasing it in such a way makes it sound like more of a chore, which it isn’t, other than struggling with the weight of his fear of not living up to Oikawa’s expectations.*
*and other feelings (“Yahaba, I’m counting on you!” and a smile that makes something in his chest tingle and he has to manually restart his breathing)
So he’s tired. After practice, even more so. He zones out in the middle of putting on his socks, gets one on and decides to take a break from the monumental effort. Oikawa pulling off his shirt isn’t a thing he’s watching so much as something that’s happening in front of his eyes. Shigeru isn’t actually taking it in, but he’s assumed to be anyway.
“See something you like, Yahaba?” It’s Matsukawa who notices, and it occurs to Shigeru later that he should have thrown something back at him about looking around places he wasn’t necessarily supposed to instead of faltering.
Shigeru answers without looking up yet. “Huh?”
Oikawa turns around as he tugs his shirt down over his stomach, and Shigeru does catch the last glimpse of tan skin over the waistband of his pants before it disappears. The rest of the image he’d seen but hadn’t registered plays at four times speed in his memory now, and he goes red. “Wh— I wasn’t— I just—” He looks helplessly between the faces of his teammates. Even Watari is smiling at him, the traitor.
“Mattsun, Mattsun,” Oikawa begins, clapping a hand down on the taller boy’s shoulder. “Didn’t you know today was Ogle Your Captain Day?” He winks at Shigeru, who fights down any further blush rising in his cheeks.
Iwaizumi snorts and turns back to his locker. Hanamaki crosses his arms, saying with a grin, “If it were up to you, that would be every day.”
“I think we should make it a real thing!” Oikawa continues, unperturbed. “Especially since we have such a cute captain now. Every 27th of the month is Ogle Your Captain today. Return all that love to your captain that he gives to you.” He moves over behind Shigeru and puts his hands on his shoulders, leaning down so Shigeru can feel his breath moving the hair behind ear. “Look at him!”
“Adorable,” Matsukawa says, patronizing Oikawa but not Shigeru.
The first years are smiling sympathetically at him, while Watari continues to look amused and Kyoutani disappears from the locker room. Shigeru pulls on his other sock and tries not to think about how Oikawa called him cute.