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'cause somebody stole my car radio
❝ and now i just sit in silence. ❞ ![]() ➤ leave me a comment asking for one of my muses in the subject line, or ask me to surprise you. |
❝ and now i just sit in silence. ❞ ![]() ➤ leave me a comment asking for one of my muses in the subject line, or ask me to surprise you. |
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Besides, this isn't all bad. Yaku lets him sleep in his bed, and hold him, and play with his small, delicate hands. He lets him run his long fingers through his hair, and sometimes even pick him up if Lev manages to bite back his blunt remarks about his height. (He picks him up even then, but he usually gets hit for those moments.)
And here he is, with his lecturing voice in play. Lev visibly goes on point, perking and staring intently at him. He doesn't even really protest when he pulls his hands away, save for the twitch of his fingers, but then he goes very, very still when he feels those hands on his face. His eyes go wide, but he does listen, like he's absorbing every word that he's saying.
Once he's done, a smile bursts out across his face again, as if amazed. ]
I really, really like you, Yaku-san. And I know I'm not the best, yet, but I'm gonna work really hard until I am! Because I want to help my senpai, when you're gone, and the kouhai that'll come after me, and you only deserve the best!
[ Without further ado, he surges forward - but it's not for a kiss. Instead, he gently headbutts him, nuzzling their foreheads together, silver hair flopping on top of Yaku's tawny. ]
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no, the reason is that there's a surge of emotion that's sort of overwhelming that rises up in his chest. it's fondness, impossible, warm fondness, and yaku's left staring at his dumb kohai as he starts to come closer with his mouth a little open and his cheeks bright red. he should be used to these sort of comments from lev, but this one was so...sincere, it almost hurt to look at him. no shitty comment about how he's an ace. no height jokes. nothing, just this kid who really does want to do his best at--everything. even if that everything includes a crush on him of all people, three years older and half his size.
so, when lev surges forward, yaku lets gravity take over, flopping backwards on his back so he can get a good look at him. his small hands come up to thread into his silver hair, absently, and the look he gives him is warm. ]
You're an idiot. [ he says, but in that tone of voice, it almost sounds like a petname. ]
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But, for now, this is good, too.
Catching himself on his forearms, so that he doesn't land on top of Yaku - resilient as he is, he doesn't want to wind him, that might get him an elbow or a punch to the heead - and he just... looks down at him, eyes still wide in that earnest, adoring way that he has when he's being sincere. When Yaku is like this, it feels like his heart grows in his chest, and it makes everything better. And, really, it does. He thinks Yaku is funny when he's mean, when he kicks him in the ass or gives him a lecture.
But he likes this Yaku, too. So Lev just smiles at him, softer, less of a beaming grin, but warm and stupidly in love all the same. ]
I know, Yaku-san. [ And it's the tone of voice that has him ducking down, kissing him. ]
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especially when he smiles at him like that, soft and warm and so, so amazingly sincere. if there's one thing about haiba lev, it's that he's sincere and genuine about everything--he's not the brightest guy in the world, but he's got a big heart, and he never, ever gives up on anything.
even being in love with his senpai, apparently.
so for a moment, yaku returns the smile, a quiet twitch at the corner of his mouth, and returns the kiss without any fuss, lifting a small hand to thread into his hair. ]
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So long as they do something productive with themselves. He just wants to play volleyball with his friends, become someone they can depend on. Maybe he'll go pro? That would be amazing.
But, he's not the type to think about his future in the long term. Not the way other people do. Becoming the ace, earning Yaku's love, marrying him someday. That's about all he cares about right now.
Well, in the future tense, anyways. Right now, he just wants to kiss Yaku, fingers stroking through his short hair, knuckles brushing across the warm curve of his cheek, happy. Content. ]
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(yaku's not really counting on that one; it's gross that he's starting to find it kind of endearing.)
at the moment, that endearment's what has him returning the kiss, tipping up a little into the brush of his knuckles--that tender little touch sets off sparks, and he flushes underneath his touch unconsciously, slowly reddening as always with physical contact like this. it's a little different than how he feels towards most of his kohai--kenma inspires just the urge to protect him at all cost, tora inspires the need to smack someone in the back of the head. lev is somewhere between both of those things, a desire to choke him but also a desire to kiss him.
god. ]