laography | 'cause somebody stole my car radio

LYRIC PROMPT MEME
❝ 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.
➤ copy and paste the textarea into a comment, filling in the appropriate sections.
➤ you can only use one song! selected lyrics can be used literally or interpreted your own way to set the scene.

THIS POST HAS POTENTIAL TO BECOME NSFW.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ this is going nowhere, and yaku's sure of it. someone (the vaguely kuroo sounding voice in the back of his head that pops up every now and then) would tell yaku that he's overthinking as usual, but he's not, he's just...being cautious. after all, lev is a first year, with a bright future ahead of him (maybe) and yaku's got...college. university. time playing as a libero for a few more years, working on his studies. he wants to be a nurse and that's not an easy job--there's no way he's going to make time. if he keeps rationalizing it like that, then maybe it will stop hurting so much imagining letting it go.

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. ]

[ Maybe if he were smarter, Lev would realize that this doesn't have that great a shot in the longrun. It's going to be a long time before he graduates, and Yaku will have gone off to do wonderful things before too long, will be in nursing school and using those beautiful, worn, small hands to heal people. And Lev... Lev doesn't know what he's going to wind up doing. As the middle son of a large family, they're all doing different things, and his parents are essentially lax with what they all decide to do.

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. ]

[ don't let yaku know that's what you're thinking, lev. he might die (and you might also die from the ensuing reaction.) lev is a mess, an absolute disaster with too many limbs and too much length and in general, just too much, but yaku's kind of enjoyed watching him grow. as a player and as a person both--if he can get his head out of his ass once the third years leave, he could be a very, very formidable weapon for nekoma, and maybe a little less of an idiot.

(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. ]

'cause somebody stole my car radio

no subject

no subject

no subject