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[ so creating portkeys is probably sort of maybe a little bit illegal.
not really. creating them irresponsibly is illegal. but it's not like the ministry of magic has any way to track the creation of portkeys so they get made all the time. at least, that's what bokuto told hinata when he asked him for help because he wanted to travel...somewhere. bokuto seemed like the safest option because A) he wouldn't tell hinata no because he's irresponsible (like literally anyone else) and B) he'd totally be down for breaking the law a little bit.
so! it's around july when he gets a package from his overly fluffed up owl, an old, deflated volleyball. he has to touch it with gloves to make sure it doesn't pick him before he wants it to, and tells his mom not to throw it away and natsu not to touch it no matter what. natsu doesn't really understand, his mom just looks awfully sly and shouyou doesn't quite notice, but the fact of the matter is that after several failures, he managed to get a portkey that would take him to kageyama's house.
not. that he was really excited about it or anything.
but! this was a surprise!! a really good surprise. he knew kageyama was stuck at home alone from their letters and hinata was getting kind of twitchy not to have a magical place to practice quidditch--kageyama's house was actually sort of near other witches and wizards and nowhere near muggles, unlike hinata's own, so they could go out and fly in the fields without getting in much trouble. he was going for quidditch. that was the only reason.
so with a cheerful goodbye to his mom, hinata slings his backpack over his shoulder and touches the volleyball, which gives him an unpleasant hook-in-the-stomach lurch before he ends up transporting in the blink of an eye to kageyama's house. not bad for someone who isn't old enough for his apparation license yet.
he's practically vibrating with glee at his perfectly planned surprise as he skips right up to kageyama's door and knocks on it, nice and loud, fidgeting as he waits for him to answer. hinata's...excited. he's always excited at some capacity, but this is different.
(maybe he missed kageyama. a little.) ]
not really. creating them irresponsibly is illegal. but it's not like the ministry of magic has any way to track the creation of portkeys so they get made all the time. at least, that's what bokuto told hinata when he asked him for help because he wanted to travel...somewhere. bokuto seemed like the safest option because A) he wouldn't tell hinata no because he's irresponsible (like literally anyone else) and B) he'd totally be down for breaking the law a little bit.
so! it's around july when he gets a package from his overly fluffed up owl, an old, deflated volleyball. he has to touch it with gloves to make sure it doesn't pick him before he wants it to, and tells his mom not to throw it away and natsu not to touch it no matter what. natsu doesn't really understand, his mom just looks awfully sly and shouyou doesn't quite notice, but the fact of the matter is that after several failures, he managed to get a portkey that would take him to kageyama's house.
not. that he was really excited about it or anything.
but! this was a surprise!! a really good surprise. he knew kageyama was stuck at home alone from their letters and hinata was getting kind of twitchy not to have a magical place to practice quidditch--kageyama's house was actually sort of near other witches and wizards and nowhere near muggles, unlike hinata's own, so they could go out and fly in the fields without getting in much trouble. he was going for quidditch. that was the only reason.
so with a cheerful goodbye to his mom, hinata slings his backpack over his shoulder and touches the volleyball, which gives him an unpleasant hook-in-the-stomach lurch before he ends up transporting in the blink of an eye to kageyama's house. not bad for someone who isn't old enough for his apparation license yet.
he's practically vibrating with glee at his perfectly planned surprise as he skips right up to kageyama's door and knocks on it, nice and loud, fidgeting as he waits for him to answer. hinata's...excited. he's always excited at some capacity, but this is different.
(maybe he missed kageyama. a little.) ]
[ kenma's newest enchanted psp has been working really, really well for him lately. this is one of the very, very few (we're talking one of two) things in the entire world that makes him get excited, because the thing about being at a school that's magical is that technology doesn't work. kenma doesn't particularly care that it's a big deal that he had magical ability. he doesn't particularly care about a lot of things besides the new final fantasy game that came out the day he had to leave for his fifth year term.
but, with a little bit of ravenclaw ingenuity, he at least has the thing working. he has to chase it across the dormitory every now and then, considering how it occasionally flutters away like it could fly, but kenma'll take it. it's better than not having it.
hogwarts is honestly, a little bit of a bore. but he has friends here (shouyou, yaku, kuroo... lev, he guesses....) and though it's troublesome as hell, he sticks around. he kind of enjoys quidditch, maybe. he kind of enjoys transfiguration. he's pretty good at the rest of his subjects--they all come easy to him. he enjoys hanging out with shouyou, and...kuroo's here, which helps him feel a little more comfortable, admittedly.
though, kenma hadn't seen kuroo all day. the fact only crosses his mind once as he plays through a level, and he's only distracted from a game when something leaps up on his bed. kenma looks up from his psp, catlike eyes lifting just above the screen to see a black cat staring at him. is this one of his dormmates? he looks left, then right, slowly to see if anyone will claim him before he reaches out two tentative fingers towards the cat. what the hell. it's kind of cute... ]
but, with a little bit of ravenclaw ingenuity, he at least has the thing working. he has to chase it across the dormitory every now and then, considering how it occasionally flutters away like it could fly, but kenma'll take it. it's better than not having it.
hogwarts is honestly, a little bit of a bore. but he has friends here (shouyou, yaku, kuroo... lev, he guesses....) and though it's troublesome as hell, he sticks around. he kind of enjoys quidditch, maybe. he kind of enjoys transfiguration. he's pretty good at the rest of his subjects--they all come easy to him. he enjoys hanging out with shouyou, and...kuroo's here, which helps him feel a little more comfortable, admittedly.
though, kenma hadn't seen kuroo all day. the fact only crosses his mind once as he plays through a level, and he's only distracted from a game when something leaps up on his bed. kenma looks up from his psp, catlike eyes lifting just above the screen to see a black cat staring at him. is this one of his dormmates? he looks left, then right, slowly to see if anyone will claim him before he reaches out two tentative fingers towards the cat. what the hell. it's kind of cute... ]
[ tooru oikawa is very much enjoying being an animagus.
it'd been a collaboration between him, bokuto (bokuchan), daichi (sawadai-chan), and kuroo (kurun); the four of them used their shapeshifting in order to keep an eye on quidditch things, explore the castle, and generally just make mischief. admittedly, it was usually bokuto and kuroo who started everything, but oikawa had little problem joining them, and they could usually rope daichi into their shenanigans by proxy, so it worked out perfectly. he'd not abused his powers as a precious, perfect ermine at all yet, and, honestly, what kind of slytherin was he for that? besides, he was bored and iwaizumi was doing homework for some reason. their separation anxiety was bad enough with them being in separate houses, so oikawa did not take well to being kicked out for something as dumb as homework.
so! it's easy enough for him to sneak into the hufflepuff common room. he just slips around the corner with his best, cutest eyes and lets a girl pick him up and carry him right in. (honestly, he could have done this part as a human, but he would have wanted to get rid of her right after, and oikawa is nothing but not kind to his fans, thank you.) then, all he has to do is slip out of her grip and duck into the boys dormitory. iwaizumi is, sure enough, doing homework on one of the desks, and he slips into his room, hops up on his bed, and transforms back.
with no clothes on. ] Iwa-chan~
it'd been a collaboration between him, bokuto (bokuchan), daichi (sawadai-chan), and kuroo (kurun); the four of them used their shapeshifting in order to keep an eye on quidditch things, explore the castle, and generally just make mischief. admittedly, it was usually bokuto and kuroo who started everything, but oikawa had little problem joining them, and they could usually rope daichi into their shenanigans by proxy, so it worked out perfectly. he'd not abused his powers as a precious, perfect ermine at all yet, and, honestly, what kind of slytherin was he for that? besides, he was bored and iwaizumi was doing homework for some reason. their separation anxiety was bad enough with them being in separate houses, so oikawa did not take well to being kicked out for something as dumb as homework.
so! it's easy enough for him to sneak into the hufflepuff common room. he just slips around the corner with his best, cutest eyes and lets a girl pick him up and carry him right in. (honestly, he could have done this part as a human, but he would have wanted to get rid of her right after, and oikawa is nothing but not kind to his fans, thank you.) then, all he has to do is slip out of her grip and duck into the boys dormitory. iwaizumi is, sure enough, doing homework on one of the desks, and he slips into his room, hops up on his bed, and transforms back.
with no clothes on. ] Iwa-chan~
[ Ever since he was old enough to reasonably take care of himself, Kageyama has been used to summers mostly alone. He's known since childhood - as if he still isn't basically a child, really - that his mother does very important work as a cursebreaker, and of course she has to go away for extended periods at a time. Whether they're in high demand or not during the holidays, he's not really sure, but it probably doesn't matter, maybe.
It would just be nice for her to be home when he is, but he's a teenager now. Surely Tobio can go a while without his mom. Even if it's another year of the same.
The time alone just means that he can sit back and do summer reading, try out some broomwork. He's still not old enough yet to be cleared for magic outside of school, at least not without strict supervision, but it is what it is. The broomsticks are already enchanted, so it's only a matter of not crashing or anything like that. There aren't any neighbors, at least not any that are close enough for him to bother, so it's not like it'll matter too much. He can take the broom out for a quick lap or ten and there won't be anyone to yell at him or to distract him from practicing as he waits for an owl from Hinata.
Not like he's waiting anxiously for it or anything. No, he's definitely not checking the window every couple of minutes as he polishes the wood of his Nimbus. Said window is not cracked open to allow the owl to come by quicker.
Not at all.
But he's distracted when he hears the knock on the door, and Kageyama pushes himself up to his feet from where he's seated on the floor so he can go to get it. The house is quiet, just the occasional noise from the grandfather clock in the foyer, so the sound stands out, loud and clear.
Just like the person on the doorstep. Kageyama can only stare at him, eyebrows jumping as his heart lurches into his throat. ]
Hinata? What're you... [ Hinata is here. Hinata is here. ]
It would just be nice for her to be home when he is, but he's a teenager now. Surely Tobio can go a while without his mom. Even if it's another year of the same.
The time alone just means that he can sit back and do summer reading, try out some broomwork. He's still not old enough yet to be cleared for magic outside of school, at least not without strict supervision, but it is what it is. The broomsticks are already enchanted, so it's only a matter of not crashing or anything like that. There aren't any neighbors, at least not any that are close enough for him to bother, so it's not like it'll matter too much. He can take the broom out for a quick lap or ten and there won't be anyone to yell at him or to distract him from practicing as he waits for an owl from Hinata.
Not like he's waiting anxiously for it or anything. No, he's definitely not checking the window every couple of minutes as he polishes the wood of his Nimbus. Said window is not cracked open to allow the owl to come by quicker.
Not at all.
But he's distracted when he hears the knock on the door, and Kageyama pushes himself up to his feet from where he's seated on the floor so he can go to get it. The house is quiet, just the occasional noise from the grandfather clock in the foyer, so the sound stands out, loud and clear.
Just like the person on the doorstep. Kageyama can only stare at him, eyebrows jumping as his heart lurches into his throat. ]
Hinata? What're you... [ Hinata is here. Hinata is here. ]
Edited 2015-05-19 03:17 (UTC)
[ okay, admittedly, hinata wasn't sure what he was expecting when kageyama opened the door. shock! surprise? who knows? what he got was this--this look that made hinata's heart do like fifteen backwards broom flips in his chest and oh, that wasn't good. it's weird and he usually tries really hard not to think about stuff like that, because hinata's priorities typically do not involve the ministrations of his heart literally ever, but it's kind of hard not to right now.
luckily, hinata is a human hurricane of a person, because he throws his arms in the air and beams, obviously entirely too proud of himself to be worried about feelings or anything really dumb like that. ] Kageyama!!! [ he practically yells, arms still in the air, grin on his face stretching from ear to ear ] Surprise!!!
[ because that's really, when it comes down to it, what this was. hinata's not great at keeping secrets, especially not from kageyama, and he's done his absolute best to try and not explode from trying to keep it inside. he's told everyone except kageyama, pretty much, about his awesome plan and it mostly just got him some eyerolls and a weirdly proud hair ruffle from suga. and it worked! obviously. because kageyama looks totally shocked and hinata totally surprised the hell out of him.
(this is also not counting for how thrilled he is to be here and how something inside of him just feels totally warm and gooey and happy in getting to spend time with kageyama. like he's been away from home for a really, really long time, and then he just found it again.)
he's practically vibrating on the front step as he puts his hands on his hips. ] I got a portkey! So now I can come visit whenever!! Isn't that awesome?!
luckily, hinata is a human hurricane of a person, because he throws his arms in the air and beams, obviously entirely too proud of himself to be worried about feelings or anything really dumb like that. ] Kageyama!!! [ he practically yells, arms still in the air, grin on his face stretching from ear to ear ] Surprise!!!
[ because that's really, when it comes down to it, what this was. hinata's not great at keeping secrets, especially not from kageyama, and he's done his absolute best to try and not explode from trying to keep it inside. he's told everyone except kageyama, pretty much, about his awesome plan and it mostly just got him some eyerolls and a weirdly proud hair ruffle from suga. and it worked! obviously. because kageyama looks totally shocked and hinata totally surprised the hell out of him.
(this is also not counting for how thrilled he is to be here and how something inside of him just feels totally warm and gooey and happy in getting to spend time with kageyama. like he's been away from home for a really, really long time, and then he just found it again.)
he's practically vibrating on the front step as he puts his hands on his hips. ] I got a portkey! So now I can come visit whenever!! Isn't that awesome?!
[ "Surprise" is one way of putting it.
Kageyama blinks once, twice, slowly, as he tries to process what Hinata is telling him. He got a portkey, to his house. So that he can come and visit him whenever. Carefully, he lifts his hand up so that he can brace it against the frame of the doorway, sort of steadying himself in what he figures will be a casual enough gesture. It gives him enough time to get his feet under himself again, figuratively speaking.
He really does not have the time or the capability to deal with these emotions, but Hinata never gives him a choice about it, really. ]
You got a portkey to my house? [ For clarification, as if he didn't hear him loud and clear.
He reaches out as he asks, though, grabbing hold of Hinata's shirt so that he can drag him inside and off the doorstep. ] Of course you did, I don't know why I'm asking.
[ It's not nearly as surprising as it could be. And he doesn't know what or how that makes him feel, but he'll pretend he doesn't feel anything as he draws him inside and that much closer to him. But there's no denying the flicker of a there-and-gone smile, before he schools himself back to a more normal expression for him. Can't let Hinata see it, after all. Everything is already complicated enough as it is. ]
Kageyama blinks once, twice, slowly, as he tries to process what Hinata is telling him. He got a portkey, to his house. So that he can come and visit him whenever. Carefully, he lifts his hand up so that he can brace it against the frame of the doorway, sort of steadying himself in what he figures will be a casual enough gesture. It gives him enough time to get his feet under himself again, figuratively speaking.
He really does not have the time or the capability to deal with these emotions, but Hinata never gives him a choice about it, really. ]
You got a portkey to my house? [ For clarification, as if he didn't hear him loud and clear.
He reaches out as he asks, though, grabbing hold of Hinata's shirt so that he can drag him inside and off the doorstep. ] Of course you did, I don't know why I'm asking.
[ It's not nearly as surprising as it could be. And he doesn't know what or how that makes him feel, but he'll pretend he doesn't feel anything as he draws him inside and that much closer to him. But there's no denying the flicker of a there-and-gone smile, before he schools himself back to a more normal expression for him. Can't let Hinata see it, after all. Everything is already complicated enough as it is. ]
Edited 2015-05-19 03:39 (UTC)
Yup!! [ of course he did is exactly right. it was totally a great surprise. hinata misses out on kageyama's steadying gesture, mostly because he doesn't actually know what he's doing that for, and allows kageyama to drag him inside without any struggle. hinata's very obviously pleased with himself, because he thinks he's super clever and also because he's here. it's not like he doesn't like his family--quite the opposite, hinata loves his family more than (almost) everything (not more than quidditch). rather, it's that he knows kageyama was alone, and that he knows he wants to spend time with him. if hinata's feeling particularly good or sappy he can maybe quietly admit to himself that kageyama is one of his best friends in the whole world. even if they argue all the time, hinata's life feels like it has a huge, gaping hole in it if kageyama's not there beside him.
but it's different than it is with kenma. he doesn't know why, or how, but just that it is.
as he gets tugged inside, hinata's too busy beaming to notice kageyama's second long smile, preening a little bit. you should have seen the look on your face is what he wants to come out of his mouth, but what comes out instead was-- ] I missed you!
[ hinata pauses and turns red at the ears, abruptly backtracking and trying to cover for himself. ] I mean--puhhh, playing quidditch with you! And racing you all the time, that's all! It feels weird not to go to practice with you every day, and I'm not allowed to fly at home so I'm dying, can you even imagine that--
[ he's gonna keep babbling, you might want to cut him off. . . ]
but it's different than it is with kenma. he doesn't know why, or how, but just that it is.
as he gets tugged inside, hinata's too busy beaming to notice kageyama's second long smile, preening a little bit. you should have seen the look on your face is what he wants to come out of his mouth, but what comes out instead was-- ] I missed you!
[ hinata pauses and turns red at the ears, abruptly backtracking and trying to cover for himself. ] I mean--puhhh, playing quidditch with you! And racing you all the time, that's all! It feels weird not to go to practice with you every day, and I'm not allowed to fly at home so I'm dying, can you even imagine that--
[ he's gonna keep babbling, you might want to cut him off. . . ]
[ It's no real surprise that Hinata is so pleased with himself, nor that he went and... probably got one from someone, actually. Because he can't really see him making the portkey himself, so either an older schoolmate did it or they pointed him in the right direction to get one.
If he's being honest with himself, it's really nice that someone came to see him. Kageyama knows that he has teammates and people who he could call his friends, especially in his house - so long as you ignore the fact that Oikawa exists - but none of them really feel like the type that would go out of their way to visit him. And he knows why that is, knows that he's awkward with people and often difficult to get along with, though obviously that doesn't stop Hinata.
Not that much could even stand in the way of Hinata.
Except maybe Tobio putting his hand over his mouth to stop his babbling. (As he disregards his own flustered response to that, heart twisting into knots.) ]
Did you bring your broom, or are we gonna have to see if there's another one in the shed for you to use?
If he's being honest with himself, it's really nice that someone came to see him. Kageyama knows that he has teammates and people who he could call his friends, especially in his house - so long as you ignore the fact that Oikawa exists - but none of them really feel like the type that would go out of their way to visit him. And he knows why that is, knows that he's awkward with people and often difficult to get along with, though obviously that doesn't stop Hinata.
Not that much could even stand in the way of Hinata.
Except maybe Tobio putting his hand over his mouth to stop his babbling. (As he disregards his own flustered response to that, heart twisting into knots.) ]
Did you bring your broom, or are we gonna have to see if there's another one in the shed for you to use?
Mmmoo, mmfthfthft. [ he tries to talk with kageyama's hand over his mouth before hinata gives up and licks his hand to make him let go, because he's actually me a four year old, and swiftly dodges under the hand that comes to smear it in his face afterwards, because he knows this song and dance way too well. ]
I got it!! I used that enchanted bag Sugawara-san gave me. [ brightly, he digs around in the bag over his shoulder, setting it down on the ground before feeling around in it to dig out his broom, which takes him sitting on the floor and getting back up onto his tiptoes in order to pull it all the way out of his bag, because life is hard when you're 5'4". as he pulls the broom out he just looks entirely too pleased with himself, beaming, all energetic, mirthful sunshine as he considers the merits of flying with kageyama. the only problem is that it is getting sort of dark--they won't be able to stay out long--but. well, hinata would probably play at midnight if it meant he got the chance to fly around and try and be faster than his teammate for a little while longer.
he gives a little bobble as he holds out his beat up old broom, giving it a little wiggle. ] Hope you're ready to get beat!!
[ just like that, he's here, infiltrating this quiet space and filling it up with his own strange brand of hinata shouyou sunshine, the kind of thing that tends to make even the darkest people just a little bit brighter. he really did, though, miss this. he missed it a lot. he missed their competitions over literally everything and he missed kageyama's dumb faces and his bad high fives and terrifying smiles and he just. really missed kageyama. a lot. it's really, really hard for him to be away from him when they see each other literally every day, he thinks. maybe.
it's all embarrassing; his ears are still tinted red, even as flying and practicing quickly takes precedence over feelings. (as he's learned in the past, that doesn't in fact make them go away.) ]
I got it!! I used that enchanted bag Sugawara-san gave me. [ brightly, he digs around in the bag over his shoulder, setting it down on the ground before feeling around in it to dig out his broom, which takes him sitting on the floor and getting back up onto his tiptoes in order to pull it all the way out of his bag, because life is hard when you're 5'4". as he pulls the broom out he just looks entirely too pleased with himself, beaming, all energetic, mirthful sunshine as he considers the merits of flying with kageyama. the only problem is that it is getting sort of dark--they won't be able to stay out long--but. well, hinata would probably play at midnight if it meant he got the chance to fly around and try and be faster than his teammate for a little while longer.
he gives a little bobble as he holds out his beat up old broom, giving it a little wiggle. ] Hope you're ready to get beat!!
[ just like that, he's here, infiltrating this quiet space and filling it up with his own strange brand of hinata shouyou sunshine, the kind of thing that tends to make even the darkest people just a little bit brighter. he really did, though, miss this. he missed it a lot. he missed their competitions over literally everything and he missed kageyama's dumb faces and his bad high fives and terrifying smiles and he just. really missed kageyama. a lot. it's really, really hard for him to be away from him when they see each other literally every day, he thinks. maybe.
it's all embarrassing; his ears are still tinted red, even as flying and practicing quickly takes precedence over feelings. (as he's learned in the past, that doesn't in fact make them go away.) ]
[ suga really likes the captain of the gryffindor quidditch team, and this is a known fact. the two of them are practically inseparable--since being paired together in a potions class (suga is terrible at potions, actually, but the two of them got by okay) he's pretty much always with daichi. it's been like that since first year, and now, six years later, things are no different.
except for the part where suga is hugely, disgustingly in love with him, but, you know. that's fine. suga's great at hiding it. he can fool just about anyone with a smile, and it's part of why he does in fact make such a good slytherin. still, it's hard around daichi. daichi, with his great smile and handsome face and attractive jawline and amazing personality, daichi who is strong and responsible and sweet and goofy. suga adores him, and he's done his damndest to make sure that no one knows quite the extent of his adoration.
(except oikawa, who wheedled it out of him. the two of them have a weird friendship, but suga also knows he wouldn't tell daichi, so, it's fine. fellow slytherins, et cetera.)
no one would have known until today.
it's four in the morning, and NEWT exams are coming up, which means suga and daichi are stuck studying. daichi's a good study partner because he's terrible at charms like suga is terrible at potions, so they make it work together, building each other up, fixing each other's flaws. it's nice. it's also four in the morning, and suga's starting to doze off at the table, chin in his hand as he glances down at his brewing polyjuice potion, which seems to be the right color this time and probably won't turn his professor into a newt or something.
suga yawns like a cat as he stares at it, glancing across the table to daichi before dropping an arm across the top of it. ] Daiiichii. [ he says, dropping the 'chi' as his arm falls across daichi's papers. ] Bed.
[ it wouldn't even be the first time suga'd stayed over in the gryffindor dorm, either. ]
except for the part where suga is hugely, disgustingly in love with him, but, you know. that's fine. suga's great at hiding it. he can fool just about anyone with a smile, and it's part of why he does in fact make such a good slytherin. still, it's hard around daichi. daichi, with his great smile and handsome face and attractive jawline and amazing personality, daichi who is strong and responsible and sweet and goofy. suga adores him, and he's done his damndest to make sure that no one knows quite the extent of his adoration.
(except oikawa, who wheedled it out of him. the two of them have a weird friendship, but suga also knows he wouldn't tell daichi, so, it's fine. fellow slytherins, et cetera.)
no one would have known until today.
it's four in the morning, and NEWT exams are coming up, which means suga and daichi are stuck studying. daichi's a good study partner because he's terrible at charms like suga is terrible at potions, so they make it work together, building each other up, fixing each other's flaws. it's nice. it's also four in the morning, and suga's starting to doze off at the table, chin in his hand as he glances down at his brewing polyjuice potion, which seems to be the right color this time and probably won't turn his professor into a newt or something.
suga yawns like a cat as he stares at it, glancing across the table to daichi before dropping an arm across the top of it. ] Daiiichii. [ he says, dropping the 'chi' as his arm falls across daichi's papers. ] Bed.
[ it wouldn't even be the first time suga'd stayed over in the gryffindor dorm, either. ]
Edited 2015-05-19 04:51 (UTC)
[ A sharp, loud argh!! leaves him as he feels the wet press of tongue against his palm, and Kageyama swats his hand around in the air where Hinata's face originally was. He settles for rubbing it off on his shirt at his shoulder, because at least it's on Hinata and not him, whatever.
There's the temptation to push him over even when he's sat down on the floor to get his broom out, but instead he just watches him, remembering the enchanted bags that Sugawara had been working on at one point or another. They're pretty useful, to be honest, because there's so much they have to carry around at school. Outside of it? Who knows what they'll lose at the bottom of it. A broom seems a pretty realistic bet, when it comes to someone like Hinata.
But he waits patiently for the shorter boy to finagle it out, snorting rudely at the drastic height struggle between wizard and broom. ]
Stupid, there's no way you can beat me. Especially not here where you don't know anything about the place when you're on a broom.
[ Things are a lot easier when they're egging each other on. Everything about their bickering helps to distract from how codependent they are, because there's no denying the fact they are incredibly, incredibly codependent. Hinata is the bright energy that keeps him going when he's feeling sullen or grouchy, or is just... there. And it's hard to think of when he wasn't there. Especially with how easy it is to just be with him, even when they yell at each other, and ignore everyone else. ]
There's the temptation to push him over even when he's sat down on the floor to get his broom out, but instead he just watches him, remembering the enchanted bags that Sugawara had been working on at one point or another. They're pretty useful, to be honest, because there's so much they have to carry around at school. Outside of it? Who knows what they'll lose at the bottom of it. A broom seems a pretty realistic bet, when it comes to someone like Hinata.
But he waits patiently for the shorter boy to finagle it out, snorting rudely at the drastic height struggle between wizard and broom. ]
Stupid, there's no way you can beat me. Especially not here where you don't know anything about the place when you're on a broom.
[ Things are a lot easier when they're egging each other on. Everything about their bickering helps to distract from how codependent they are, because there's no denying the fact they are incredibly, incredibly codependent. Hinata is the bright energy that keeps him going when he's feeling sullen or grouchy, or is just... there. And it's hard to think of when he wasn't there. Especially with how easy it is to just be with him, even when they yell at each other, and ignore everyone else. ]
Can too!! [ hinata falls straight for that play because he is going to compete with kageyama no matter what it is. who can eat more food at breakfast? yep. who can fly faster? you bet. who can make it to the potions class in the dungeon first? absolutely.
(also stop laughing at him you rude piece of shit)
he waves his broom around for emphasis, even, clutching his other fist in front of him, all kinds of fired up with the threat of the challenge. what else is new, honestly. ] You're all talk, Kageyama!! I'm gonna fly circles around you!!
[ honestly, though, kageyama probably has a point. they'll keep this up for literal hours, until it's so dark outside he can't see two feet in front of his face, and keep racing over and over and over until either they end up even or somebody wins more...or they're both too exhausted to stay on their brooms. that seems natural.
it doesn't occur to hinata that he doesn't have anything in his bottomless bag but his gear and a milk box, but, you know, he'll figure that out later when it's time for bed. for now, he grabs his broom and pretty much skips out the door, yelling over his shoulder-- ] Eat my dust!!
[ even though he has...no idea where he's going... it's fine don't worry about it. ]
(also stop laughing at him you rude piece of shit)
he waves his broom around for emphasis, even, clutching his other fist in front of him, all kinds of fired up with the threat of the challenge. what else is new, honestly. ] You're all talk, Kageyama!! I'm gonna fly circles around you!!
[ honestly, though, kageyama probably has a point. they'll keep this up for literal hours, until it's so dark outside he can't see two feet in front of his face, and keep racing over and over and over until either they end up even or somebody wins more...or they're both too exhausted to stay on their brooms. that seems natural.
it doesn't occur to hinata that he doesn't have anything in his bottomless bag but his gear and a milk box, but, you know, he'll figure that out later when it's time for bed. for now, he grabs his broom and pretty much skips out the door, yelling over his shoulder-- ] Eat my dust!!
[ even though he has...no idea where he's going... it's fine don't worry about it. ]
Yeah, right! [ It's pretty easy for him to go from riling Hinata up to distract him (and himself) to... Kageyama basically falling prey to his own scheme. Not like this doesn't happen constantly. Usually all it takes is one comment and they're both off like a shot, shouting at each other - even across the Great Hall - and trying to beat the other into the dirt. ]
More like you're gonna fly circles around your own butt.
[ Or he's gonna wind up ass over end, either or. Something that's bound to happen: that. But they have wizarding first aid kits laying around everywhere just for occasions like this, since his mom is never around for when he's getting into his own kinds of trouble. Hinata means ten times the trouble, because of what he'll get himself into and what he'll get Kageyama into. Again, nothing new.
Exasperated and frustrated expression in place, he marches off after him, only pausing to grab his broom up again before he goes along. He's pretty sure that the idiot is going to get himself lost on the property, at this rate. He's bound and determined most of the time to get himself into trouble, so why not this, too? ]
You don't even know where you're going!
[ Never going to stop laughing at him, you dumb piece of shit. ]
More like you're gonna fly circles around your own butt.
[ Or he's gonna wind up ass over end, either or. Something that's bound to happen: that. But they have wizarding first aid kits laying around everywhere just for occasions like this, since his mom is never around for when he's getting into his own kinds of trouble. Hinata means ten times the trouble, because of what he'll get himself into and what he'll get Kageyama into. Again, nothing new.
Exasperated and frustrated expression in place, he marches off after him, only pausing to grab his broom up again before he goes along. He's pretty sure that the idiot is going to get himself lost on the property, at this rate. He's bound and determined most of the time to get himself into trouble, so why not this, too? ]
You don't even know where you're going!
[ Never going to stop laughing at him, you dumb piece of shit. ]
[ Ever since they grew up together - in a very unconventional friendship all around, given their personalities and their backgrounds - Kuroo hasn't ever really kept anything from Kenma in the past. A few surprises and tricks, sure, but that's just who he is, and it's never malevolent in the long run. But it's strange, thinking he needs to hide this from his friend until he finally gets a handle on it. The others have all helped, unconventional as they are. (It had been his and Bokuto's idea, first. Daichi just got dragged into it when Oikawa decided it was interesting enough for him. No surprise there.)
Funnily enough, becoming an unregistered animagus is probably about as illegal as the enchanted PSPs that Kenma keeps making out of the ones that he's brought or buys himself. But that's hardly what matters.
What matters is that Kuroo finally managed to pull it off, and finds very little difficulty in getting into the Ravenclaw common room. He just follows along at the heels of one of the students, and makes his way expertly to where Kenma's dorm is. With no one around, he just hops up onto the bed and waits until he's noticed - which results in him purring softly, satisfied with himself. He stares with his own cat eyes into Kenma's, tipping his nose forward to rub his head beneath his fingertips in greeting, purr resonating loudly.
Now to see how long it takes for him to realize it's him. ]
Funnily enough, becoming an unregistered animagus is probably about as illegal as the enchanted PSPs that Kenma keeps making out of the ones that he's brought or buys himself. But that's hardly what matters.
What matters is that Kuroo finally managed to pull it off, and finds very little difficulty in getting into the Ravenclaw common room. He just follows along at the heels of one of the students, and makes his way expertly to where Kenma's dorm is. With no one around, he just hops up onto the bed and waits until he's noticed - which results in him purring softly, satisfied with himself. He stares with his own cat eyes into Kenma's, tipping his nose forward to rub his head beneath his fingertips in greeting, purr resonating loudly.
Now to see how long it takes for him to realize it's him. ]
[ There's no denying the fact that Iwaizumi feels like there's ants crawling along the back of his neck every time that he and Oikawa are separated, but by this point he's come to terms with the fact that it's probably because Oikawa is up to something, not because of separation anxiety. The separation anxiety is mostly on his stupid friend's end of things - not to say that there's none for him, too, but you know what? admitting it enables Tooru even more, and he doesn't need that - so he can do things like study and work on his homework without too much trouble.
Like right now. He's perfectly content to work at the desk in his dorm room, his dormmates off somewhere - probably in the library or the common room - and leaving him in absolute peace. No one to bother him.
That is, until he hears a familiar voice, and he can't help the pinch between his brows as the corner of his mouth fights not to twitch. Oikawa incites mixed responses in him a great deal of the time, and he sighs heavily as he puts his quill down on the desk before turning around...
... and letting out a wordless shout, something like a battle cry, as he lunges forward to slam the drapes closed around his four poster. He shoves his head into the crease between curtains, hissing angrily. ] You bastard where are your clothes.
Like right now. He's perfectly content to work at the desk in his dorm room, his dormmates off somewhere - probably in the library or the common room - and leaving him in absolute peace. No one to bother him.
That is, until he hears a familiar voice, and he can't help the pinch between his brows as the corner of his mouth fights not to twitch. Oikawa incites mixed responses in him a great deal of the time, and he sighs heavily as he puts his quill down on the desk before turning around...
... and letting out a wordless shout, something like a battle cry, as he lunges forward to slam the drapes closed around his four poster. He shoves his head into the crease between curtains, hissing angrily. ] You bastard where are your clothes.
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Nope, but I'm gonna get there first!! [ since when has hinata ever let not knowing something bother him? the answer is never or else he'd be an even worse student than he already is. he throws a grin over his shoulder at tobio, bright and competitive and so, so happy, and puts on a burst of extra speed before he kicks his right leg over his broom and pushes off into the sky. the first brush of air through his spikes feels like heaven. it's been so long since he's been able to fly--half the summer he's spent at home--that the wind in his face is paradise, and he grabs on tight to his broom to do a flip with a joyous, loud whoop, shirt over his head for a second as he just hangs there, upside down and clearly having the best time of his life.
okay, so, yeah. he's happy about a lot of things. quidditch takes up 98% of the space in hinata's brain, but he's pretty damn excited to be hanging out with kageyama again, too. only now, he can say that the pounding of his heart in his twist is for the game and not for the fact that he hasn't seen his friend in two months. this is going to turn into the perfect weekend (which is how long he'd told his mom he'd be staying, but he might beg for more if they get to race all the time!!) and hinata's already really, stupidly excited about it.
his grin is stretched so wide on his face that his cheeks are starting to hurt, and hinata turns back around to where kageyama has surely caught up with him by now, kicking both of his feet up and down on his broom like an excited child as they hover in the air. ]
Okay, so, now that I won, where are we going? I wanna race!
okay, so, yeah. he's happy about a lot of things. quidditch takes up 98% of the space in hinata's brain, but he's pretty damn excited to be hanging out with kageyama again, too. only now, he can say that the pounding of his heart in his twist is for the game and not for the fact that he hasn't seen his friend in two months. this is going to turn into the perfect weekend (which is how long he'd told his mom he'd be staying, but he might beg for more if they get to race all the time!!) and hinata's already really, stupidly excited about it.
his grin is stretched so wide on his face that his cheeks are starting to hurt, and hinata turns back around to where kageyama has surely caught up with him by now, kicking both of his feet up and down on his broom like an excited child as they hover in the air. ]
Okay, so, now that I won, where are we going? I wanna race!
[ oikawa can't help but grin at the reaction because it was exactly what he was hoping for--honestly, riling up iwaizumi is like the greatest thing he can do with his time. it's so easy, and when the drapes close oikawa's laugh comes out in a snort, pleased with himself and the fact that his plan to tear iwaizumi away from his homework worked out perfectly. oikawa has been finished ("finished") with his homework for a couple hours now, and he wanted to go outside and toss the ball around with iwaizumi for a little bit, but he was busy, and so, this happened. simple enough.
also because oikawa needs his best friend time like he needs air, pretty much. he and iwaizumi had always been inseparable, and if the hat had touched his head before it shouted slytherin at him, oikawa would have been happy to tell it so. (it didn't.)
so when iwaizumi's head pops back into the curtains, oikawa looks off to the side, completely nonchalant about his state of undress. ] Welllllll, back in the dorm, probably. I haven't totally mastered how to get back clothed.
[ yes he has that's a lie. and oikawa will just casually roll over on his side. full view much. ] It's not like it's nothing you haven't seen before, Iwa-chan, honestly. There's no need to be such a blushing maiden about it~
also because oikawa needs his best friend time like he needs air, pretty much. he and iwaizumi had always been inseparable, and if the hat had touched his head before it shouted slytherin at him, oikawa would have been happy to tell it so. (it didn't.)
so when iwaizumi's head pops back into the curtains, oikawa looks off to the side, completely nonchalant about his state of undress. ] Welllllll, back in the dorm, probably. I haven't totally mastered how to get back clothed.
[ yes he has that's a lie. and oikawa will just casually roll over on his side. full view much. ] It's not like it's nothing you haven't seen before, Iwa-chan, honestly. There's no need to be such a blushing maiden about it~
[ Even these days, after everything that's happened, there are still people that think people from other houses can't be friends with one another. But Daichi sees the cross-house friendships everywhere, constantly, to the point that sometimes you'll get to watch one person walk out of a completely different house in the morning after staying the night. Do the professors even care? He has no idea, but, really, he can't even begin to care about it.
Especially since he frequently has his own guest in the Gryffindor rooms. One that he would very much like to keep. But that's for him to know, and no one else.
He's bent over his Charms work, trying to focus on what he's writing despite the fact that it's four in the morning and Suga is sitting right across from him. It's fairly easy for him to get distracted when Suga is around, although they at least have the ability to keep each other on task when they need to get work done. But just looking up at him tends to take his attention for a little while, makes him want to sit there and watch him.
Someone probably has something to say about a Gryffindor being so ridiculous smitten with a Slytherin, but he doesn't really care. So what, it's a thing. No one should blame him, and he doubts anyone even can, because Suga is brilliant and kind. The best person he's ever known. He's probably also the best Charms tutor that Daichi could ask for, so there's that.
He startles a little from his scrollwork and his drifting thoughts about the boy across from him when hands come into his line of sight, but then he yawns, too. His jaw cracks and he sets his quill down so that he can stretch his arms straight above him, popping his shoulders and back. ]
Yeah. [ His hands drop down, and he sleepily threads his fingers with Suga's, not even thinking as he does it. ] Bed.
Especially since he frequently has his own guest in the Gryffindor rooms. One that he would very much like to keep. But that's for him to know, and no one else.
He's bent over his Charms work, trying to focus on what he's writing despite the fact that it's four in the morning and Suga is sitting right across from him. It's fairly easy for him to get distracted when Suga is around, although they at least have the ability to keep each other on task when they need to get work done. But just looking up at him tends to take his attention for a little while, makes him want to sit there and watch him.
Someone probably has something to say about a Gryffindor being so ridiculous smitten with a Slytherin, but he doesn't really care. So what, it's a thing. No one should blame him, and he doubts anyone even can, because Suga is brilliant and kind. The best person he's ever known. He's probably also the best Charms tutor that Daichi could ask for, so there's that.
He startles a little from his scrollwork and his drifting thoughts about the boy across from him when hands come into his line of sight, but then he yawns, too. His jaw cracks and he sets his quill down so that he can stretch his arms straight above him, popping his shoulders and back. ]
Yeah. [ His hands drop down, and he sleepily threads his fingers with Suga's, not even thinking as he does it. ] Bed.
[ the cat is distracting enough for the moment that kenma puts his game on pause, which is enough of a shock in its own right. kenma's not really adverse to animals or anything--he doesn't have strong opinions on them, but he doesn't have strong opinions on a lot of things--though if he had to pick, he could say that he liked cats. they had a lot in common.
as the cat purrs at him and touches his fingers, a flicker of a smile crosses over kenma's face. it's blink and you'll miss it, his smile usually reserved for video games (or sometimes for shouyou) but it's there, and kenma quietly gives the cat a small scratch on the top of the head. it's kind of cute. must be one of the other boys' cats, though kenma hadn't seen it around before.
still, there was something off here, but kenma really wanted to get back to final fantasy. he stares at the cat for a second before he lifts his arms up, still holding onto his psp, to give it the chance to walk onto his chest before he puts his arms back down and rests the game on top of its head. there. that works.
kenma likes cats because they're low maintenance. they're lazy. they're smart. they remind him a lot of his stupid best friend. it's the little things. ]
as the cat purrs at him and touches his fingers, a flicker of a smile crosses over kenma's face. it's blink and you'll miss it, his smile usually reserved for video games (or sometimes for shouyou) but it's there, and kenma quietly gives the cat a small scratch on the top of the head. it's kind of cute. must be one of the other boys' cats, though kenma hadn't seen it around before.
still, there was something off here, but kenma really wanted to get back to final fantasy. he stares at the cat for a second before he lifts his arms up, still holding onto his psp, to give it the chance to walk onto his chest before he puts his arms back down and rests the game on top of its head. there. that works.
kenma likes cats because they're low maintenance. they're lazy. they're smart. they remind him a lot of his stupid best friend. it's the little things. ]
[ honestly, if suga could go the rest of his life without ever looking at a potions textbook again, he'd be happy. he wants to teach charms here at hogwarts (and maybe help coach quidditch), but become a professor requires an exorbitant amount of excellent NEWT scores so here he is. at least he gets to study with daichi, though, which really makes the whole process a lot better. it's been like this for weeks, though this is the first all nighter, and suga's finding the idea of bed much, much more appealing than his polyjuice potion right now. besides, he has to let the dumb thing brew for six hours, so taking a catnap before his 8 AM class will be perfect.
suga is distracted by these thoughts. that much is clear. if he'd realized that daichi had just reached out to hold his hand, he'd probably be turning scarlet red. but at the moment, it just feels completely and utterly natural, and suga just yawns again and nods, giving the hand in his a squeeze as he tilts it from left to right, a slow, lazy movement. ] Do you mind if I stay here?
[ again: not the first time. he's so tired he just wants to get in bed and sleep forever, and the slytherin dorms are way, way far off from gryffindor tower. once he gets an affirmative, suga pushes himself up to his feet and toes off his socks, only letting go of daichi's hand to shuffle over to his trunk and pick out one of his big quidditch national shirts to pull over his head. suga's completely comfortable with just about everything when it comes to daichi, and he tosses his shirt and trousers down in a pile on the trunk, having discarded his tie a couple hours beforehand. from there, it's easy enough to shuffle back over to the bed, rubbing at his eyes and yawning. ] Thanks...
[ thanks for the shirt, for the bed, the studying, who knows? suga just feels like he's going through the motions at this point, and he offers daichi a warm, sleepy smile as he goes to sit on the bed. ]
suga is distracted by these thoughts. that much is clear. if he'd realized that daichi had just reached out to hold his hand, he'd probably be turning scarlet red. but at the moment, it just feels completely and utterly natural, and suga just yawns again and nods, giving the hand in his a squeeze as he tilts it from left to right, a slow, lazy movement. ] Do you mind if I stay here?
[ again: not the first time. he's so tired he just wants to get in bed and sleep forever, and the slytherin dorms are way, way far off from gryffindor tower. once he gets an affirmative, suga pushes himself up to his feet and toes off his socks, only letting go of daichi's hand to shuffle over to his trunk and pick out one of his big quidditch national shirts to pull over his head. suga's completely comfortable with just about everything when it comes to daichi, and he tosses his shirt and trousers down in a pile on the trunk, having discarded his tie a couple hours beforehand. from there, it's easy enough to shuffle back over to the bed, rubbing at his eyes and yawning. ] Thanks...
[ thanks for the shirt, for the bed, the studying, who knows? suga just feels like he's going through the motions at this point, and he offers daichi a warm, sleepy smile as he goes to sit on the bed. ]
[ It's only when Hinata's run off and kicked into the air that Kageyama lets his expression reflect how he's feeling: an unbridled kind of joy at the fact that his best friend is here. He doesn't know how long he'll be here, but he doesn't care. It's a break in the monotony of being alone for the summer, since he also doesn't know how long his mother is going to be gone, and Hinata always ensures that nothing will be boring. It's just a matter of him, you know, existing. Sure, they're bound to get in trouble or hurt themselves, especially when it comes to competing, but it's...
It's whatever.
So he smiles wide, albeit close-lipped, and springs off after him and into the air in an easy, practiced movement. He could get a quaffle from the shed, but he doesn't really care about that right now. He just cares about the rush of air as he follows after Shouyou, the idiot, jetting into the air to catch him. The orange blur might be the seeker of their team, but that doesn't mean that Kageyama won't be able to catch him before too long.
(Truth be told, he'll always be able to catch him, but he won't admit to that any time soon.)
Leaning back on his broomstick once he catches up and resettles his expression into aloofness, he raises his arms and balances, stretching his shoulders - but then rolls his eyes at his claim that he won. ]
I can show you the whole property and we can make a route for a race.
It's whatever.
So he smiles wide, albeit close-lipped, and springs off after him and into the air in an easy, practiced movement. He could get a quaffle from the shed, but he doesn't really care about that right now. He just cares about the rush of air as he follows after Shouyou, the idiot, jetting into the air to catch him. The orange blur might be the seeker of their team, but that doesn't mean that Kageyama won't be able to catch him before too long.
(Truth be told, he'll always be able to catch him, but he won't admit to that any time soon.)
Leaning back on his broomstick once he catches up and resettles his expression into aloofness, he raises his arms and balances, stretching his shoulders - but then rolls his eyes at his claim that he won. ]
I can show you the whole property and we can make a route for a race.
[ If Kuroo had the eyebrows to do it, he would be raising them in surprise at the fact that Kenma sets aside his PSP so that he can pay attention to him in his animagus form. Not a lot will get him to set aside his video games or his phone, but it's kind of nice to have his undivided attention for a moment. It's not even that he's preening about it, mostly that it's just... yeah, it's nice. And it's nice to get that smile, because very few things make him smile like that, either.
He purrs louder as he gives him a scritch, but it mellows out again once he starts staring. Rather than look away, he simply meets his gaze, intent and interested. Behind him, Kuroo's tail flicks back and forth, and he waits attentively for Kenma to decide what he wants to do.
And, once it ends up being inviting him closer, he happily moves to his paws and moves to climb up his body. Rather than clambering around all over, he steps delicately, making sure not to get him in the stomach or anywhere else painful as he moves to curl up comfortably, resting his head over his heart and accepting his role as a PSP perch. ]
He purrs louder as he gives him a scritch, but it mellows out again once he starts staring. Rather than look away, he simply meets his gaze, intent and interested. Behind him, Kuroo's tail flicks back and forth, and he waits attentively for Kenma to decide what he wants to do.
And, once it ends up being inviting him closer, he happily moves to his paws and moves to climb up his body. Rather than clambering around all over, he steps delicately, making sure not to get him in the stomach or anywhere else painful as he moves to curl up comfortably, resting his head over his heart and accepting his role as a PSP perch. ]
[ Iwaizumi wants to scream. He clutches the drapes close to his face, so that no one that might come in will see his stupid Slytherin friend laying on his bed naked. Maybe, someday, there will come a day where he doesn't react to the bullshit that Oikawa does, but right now? That day is nowhere near the horizon. ]
Oh my god. [ Voice strangled, he lifts his eyes up so that he doesn't look below Oikawa's beltline when he rolls onto his side. He really does not need that right now, he struggles enough with just being the bastard's best friend and keeper, dealing with his other feelings while facing a naked idiot is nowhere near the top of his to-do list. ] I don't believe you. At all.
[ OIKAWA IS A DIRTY LIAR HE KNOWS BETTER.
But he groans and drops his head a little so that it hangs down, rubbing his thumbs through the drapes so that he can press them against his temples. There's schoolwork to be doing, but no. No, Tooru is in his goddamn bed, naked. After mastering illegal magic. Great. ]
What do you want, Oikawa.
Oh my god. [ Voice strangled, he lifts his eyes up so that he doesn't look below Oikawa's beltline when he rolls onto his side. He really does not need that right now, he struggles enough with just being the bastard's best friend and keeper, dealing with his other feelings while facing a naked idiot is nowhere near the top of his to-do list. ] I don't believe you. At all.
[ OIKAWA IS A DIRTY LIAR HE KNOWS BETTER.
But he groans and drops his head a little so that it hangs down, rubbing his thumbs through the drapes so that he can press them against his temples. There's schoolwork to be doing, but no. No, Tooru is in his goddamn bed, naked. After mastering illegal magic. Great. ]
What do you want, Oikawa.
[ Rather than respond outright, Daichi just lets out an affirmative noise, rocking their hands back and forth without much thought as he looks down from Suga and at his scrollwork. He hates Charms so much, and he's good enough at Potions that he can help Suga get high marks for his NEWT scores, but he still hasn't figured out, exactly, what he's aiming to do personally. He's had a few mental breakdowns about it, though he's been talked down every time by the very boy sitting across from him.
If anyone can help him figure it out, it's Suga.
Just not at 4 AM.
Hand slipping away, he lets Suga wander off to where his bed sits. He's got some charmwork he needs to practice in the morning, but right now he just rolls up the parchment and sets it aside in the event that the polyjuice potion runs or explodes. Looking at it, though, instead of back at the half-nude figure behind him, he figures that it's going to be fine. It's brewed nicely.
That in mind, he gets up to move over to his trunk, stripping off his uniform as he goes along so that he can dump it all right inside. He stands there in his boxer briefs, debating, before he finds one of his other Quidditch National shirts to pull over his head. It's only then that he gives Suga his full focus again, and it's with his own warm, sleepy smile. ]
'course. [ Before he goes around to the other side of the bed to climb in, he leans down, hand settled on Suga's shoulder as he presses a mindless kiss to his temple. ]
If anyone can help him figure it out, it's Suga.
Just not at 4 AM.
Hand slipping away, he lets Suga wander off to where his bed sits. He's got some charmwork he needs to practice in the morning, but right now he just rolls up the parchment and sets it aside in the event that the polyjuice potion runs or explodes. Looking at it, though, instead of back at the half-nude figure behind him, he figures that it's going to be fine. It's brewed nicely.
That in mind, he gets up to move over to his trunk, stripping off his uniform as he goes along so that he can dump it all right inside. He stands there in his boxer briefs, debating, before he finds one of his other Quidditch National shirts to pull over his head. It's only then that he gives Suga his full focus again, and it's with his own warm, sleepy smile. ]
'course. [ Before he goes around to the other side of the bed to climb in, he leans down, hand settled on Suga's shoulder as he presses a mindless kiss to his temple. ]
[ if you ask suga, he thinks that daichi's going to get recruited by one of the club level quidditch teams. daichi is so good, the kind of chaser that anyone would dream to have on their team--he's well rounded and provides an incredible defense for an otherwise offensive based team. suga loves watching him play, can pretty much always be found yelling his head off in the stands when gryffindor plays hufflepuff or ravenclaw. there's a poetry to daichi's playing style that suga will never manage, and he knows his time playing this year will be up as soon as the quidditch house cup comes and goes this year. it'd be nice to win. his teammates--kageyama, hinata, oikawa, all of them--they will have futures playing, but suga won't. so he's happy to give daichi that pep talk, assure him that everyone will love him as soon as the scouts show up to their next game, and solidify it all with a (mostly loving) punch to the gut to tell him to stop being an idiot.
it's certainly painfully obvious that suga admires daichi. he does his best to be subtle about everything else, but he thinks he might be allowed to do that.
here in the four am quiet, there's nothing about finals or quidditch or future careers. at the moment, it's just daichi standing there with a warm sleepy smile on his face, daichi who'd been half naked (which suga did note with a muted, tired interest) and all suga can do is smile at him and duck his head when his lips brush his temple. suga yawns, once, big and loud, and swings his legs around to curl up under the covers, making plenty of room for daichi.
though, admittedly, he'll probably end up rolling over into his arms before the night's over, but. it's fine. tugging the red comforter up to his chin, suga gets comfortable as he gazes up at his friend, brown eyes nothing short of absolutely adoring. ] 'Night, babe.
[ he mumbles it, already halfway to asleep, and smiles, all teeth. in the morning, suga's going to freak out about this something fierce. ]
it's certainly painfully obvious that suga admires daichi. he does his best to be subtle about everything else, but he thinks he might be allowed to do that.
here in the four am quiet, there's nothing about finals or quidditch or future careers. at the moment, it's just daichi standing there with a warm sleepy smile on his face, daichi who'd been half naked (which suga did note with a muted, tired interest) and all suga can do is smile at him and duck his head when his lips brush his temple. suga yawns, once, big and loud, and swings his legs around to curl up under the covers, making plenty of room for daichi.
though, admittedly, he'll probably end up rolling over into his arms before the night's over, but. it's fine. tugging the red comforter up to his chin, suga gets comfortable as he gazes up at his friend, brown eyes nothing short of absolutely adoring. ] 'Night, babe.
[ he mumbles it, already halfway to asleep, and smiles, all teeth. in the morning, suga's going to freak out about this something fierce. ]
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