this must, in some small way, be a GOOD thing, finally getting it out. morisuke’s been holding this all in since third year BEGAN, felt like water clinging to the edge of an already full glass and the tension’s been too much for too long and finally, FINALLY he’s o v e r f l o w n, emotions falling from the brim. there’s something freeing about that, but crying in front of his kouhai wasn’t on the libero’s ‘to-do before graduation’ list and he’d really have to kick lev if he ever repeated this to anyone. that thought could almost make him laugh. ALMOST. instead the tears fall harder.
lev’s so close without warning and he can feel his heartbeat in his ears. morisuke doesn’t want to say he’s MELTING at the hand squeeze and and the face touch, but’s it’s s o o t h i n g, and he can only seem to focus on THAT now. breath hitched as he tries to register the other’s words and,
❛ —— lev. ❜ it’s dry and choked up and morisuke isn’t even sure what he wants to SAY, brain hadn’t gotten that far, but it feels like mushy anyway because lev is so close. (why is he so close ?)
if asked, the libero would probably blame that and high emotions and the need for COMFORT on his next actions. slowly, face leaning forward just enough for noses to bump awkwardly and warm lips to brush against each other. the contact only lasts for a second, though, before he recoils, gaze back on the ground and hand pulling away from lev’s. oh, that was STUPID, so very stupid, and morisuke can’t even find his voice to a p o l o g i z e, a lump climbing up the back of his throat as eyes screw shut.
seeing him this way, there was NOTHING lev wanted to do more, than to get rid of that sadness upon his face, the tears trickling against his cheeks, everything negative. keeping emotions pent up wasn’t a good thing, and just from a quick observation of how much he was crying, he figured yaku f e l l victim to that horrible habit. at least he was there to provide comfort to him, ease the pain even if slightly. hearing his voice crack out his name, he focuses more intently on the latter, his unspoken thoughts REFLECT through vibrant green orbs — “yes?” what is it?”, which soften further down at the libero.
his mouth is left agape slightly to speak; but, his words were STOLEN away as the other’s lips swiftly pressed against his own for a moment, nothing more, nothing less. yet that very moment left the tall teen in SHOCK, the warmth from that brief encounter still lingering. processing what just happened, he gazes down at the other whom seemed to regret his actions. eyes shut tight, hand abruptly REMOVED from his own, and not another word uttered from his side. and for a few moments, they stayed just like that — (or, so he thought, anyway.)
❛ yaku. ❜ a brief pause, then he continued with a DEEP breath, in a low whisper. ❛——
push me if you hate this.❜ (oh please, don’t hate him, for this.)
he hunches over, no reluctance was shown in his next decision, which resulted ingentle cupping of the other’s cheeks, and the quick closing of the gap between the two. the MOMENT lips brush
delicately
against another once more, his eyes softly close, and his thoughts become filled with nothing but him. it was all bliss.
