“Shouyou.. I missed you” It was barely audible but the older still had managed to speak his mind out loud. Not that it helped fight off the blush in his cheeks or his incredibly fast heartbeat Hinata had probably long since noticed.
“….speaking of, have you guys done it yet?” he dropped casually. Of course his own relationship hadn’t even progressed past one awkward hug but if he could at least give off the impression of being very experienced, he’d take it.
And just the mome
“.. You press this button”, Kenma’s thumb gently pushed down that of his friend’s, “and when you move the analog stick into that direction…” When he nudged Hinata’s left thumb the right way, he could almost feel a shudder going through the boy’s body...
There was a pause before Oikawa raised his voice again, the mocking undertone finding its way through again.
“You really want me to carry you, huh?”
Kageyama’s eyes went wide when he heard those words. “No way!!”
Feiner Nieselregen umspannte das Gebiet wie ein filigranes Spinnennetz. Im Schutze der Tribüne saß ein Junge mit dunkelblondem Haar, weit vornüber gebeugt über einem Notizblock, dessen aufgeschlagene Seite eine ordentliche Handschrift zierte.
