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    He’s here. Right fucking here.

    He’s not even concerned about slowly having the air choked out of him as Bokuto’s hold on him tightens. The muscles in his arms slowly shifting against his back as he’s pulled even closer. That's fine, if Akaashi got to choose his preferred way of dying, this would be near the top three.

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    Or. Akaashi is too afraid to allow himself what he already has. Not that he has any say in it.

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    02 Mar 2021

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    i love:
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    But, seriously, why was Shoyo so nervous? It was just Bakageyama and it wasn’t like he was confessing or anything. Just asking to hang out, like friends do. Totally normal. 

    “Kageyama-kun!” Shoyo's hand reaches out, latching onto the fabric of Kageymama’s team jacket. Kageyama pauses and stares at Shoyo, head cocked to the side, waiting for a response. Too bad for Shoyo his mouth and hand move faster than his brain. 

    “...Yes?” Kageyama prompts when Shoyo is standing there, clutching onto Kageyama's jacket and panicking. 

    “Did you...did you want to go see a movie?” Way to go, Shoyo, you couldn’t be any lamer if you tried. 

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    Shoyo spends the day with Kageyama, not because he's in love or anything but because Kageyama is just so damn mysterious. The cat's (crow's?) curiosity brought it satisfaction or however the saying goes.

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    01 Mar 2021

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    this was so CUTE i love these two dumbasses so much

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    Maria Elena Popescu’s apartment building might be a faceless grey dump, but it’s her faceless grey dump, and she’s proud of it. It’s small – three floors, and three very poky flats to a floor, except for the bottom floor that was the entrance hall and her own quarters – but that just meant she knew everybody who lived here, and liked them. Nobody was allowed to come in here and make it worse, or disreputable, not even tall dark and good-looking foreigners who reacted with an appropriate amount of fear when Maria eyeballed them.

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    28 Feb 2021

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    i love this one SO MUCH

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    Atsumu's laundry detergent smells like green apples.

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    26 Feb 2021

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    GODDD this fic is gorgeous. the atmosphere, the domesticity, the characterization, all of it aaaaaaaaa!!!

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    Atsumu tilts his head to watch a slice of orange light bend over the impassive planes of Sakusa’s face. He is absolutely, ruthlessly beautiful. It makes Atsumu want to punch something—put his foot through the windshield—scream, maybe.

    Kiss him again, maybe.

    They have 344 kilometers to figure this one out.
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    26 Feb 2021

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    Un-Follow Me Now, This Is Gonna Be The Only Thing I Talk About For The Next Week. What The Fuck