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Bokuto hip-checks the door shut, but not before Tetsurou catches the tail end of Daishou’s murmured threat to chuck Oikawa into the ocean.
“You guys really are going to be the death of me,” Tetsurou says wistfully.
He twists around in his seat, only to find Oikawa already staring at him, smirk soft, eyes even softer.
“Like you aren’t enjoying it,” Oikawa simpers. “You and Kou-chan get to witness the most entertaining reality TV show in history. For free. We should honestly start making you two pay for this shit. Like a monthly subscription or something.”
Tetsurou huffs out a weak laugh, but doesn’t turn away. He can’t, not when Oikawa’s still staring at him, still looking ridiculously good in this lighting with that stupid, affectionate smirk and those stupid, knowing eyes.
“You’re an idiot,” he says. “This is going to be the best fucking hashtag beach day ever.”
(or: on boyfriends, beach days, and being so stupidly in love)
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As Bokuto continued talking, something caught Kuroo’s eye, distracting him from the conversation. There was a hickey, right there on Bokuto’s neck. It hadn’t been there yesterday. It was easily visible too – he would have been walking around all day with people seeing it.
“Who gave you that?” Kuroo interrupted, pointing to his neck.
“Huh?” Bokuto lost whatever he was going to say next. “Oh, this? Akaashi gave it to me.” He smiled shyly as he touched the mark on his neck.
“In the library?”
“No, last night!”
“Oh, right,” Kuroo laughed. Of course it was Akaashi. If it wasn’t Kuroo giving him a hickey, and Kenma was very unlikely to, it must be Akaashi. -
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“Motoya!” Kiyoomi wails into his phone mic. “He hates me! He glared at me extra hard today! He keeps glaring at me!”
(Or, no, Kiyoomi, he doesn’t. He’s only trying to see your face clearly.)
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"What?" Sakusa whispered.
Atsumu closed his eyes. The pain in his chest was so absolute, so all-consuming, that it transcended physical sensation. He felt hollowed out. He felt like a ghost haunting his own life. They loved each other. He knew they did. But their love had mutated into a disease. It was rotting them both from the inside out. Sakusa would stay out of duty, out of guilt, out of a clinical need to preserve life, and Atsumu would slowly poison him with his grief.
He loved Sakusa too much to let him become a nurse to a corpse.
"I want a divorce," Atsumu said. He opened his eyes and met Sakusa’s horrified gaze. His voice was steady, finalized by the absolute certainty of his own destruction. "I'm done, Kiyoomi. I want out."
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- Part 2 of haikyuu songfics