rin/rei + "french kiss"

It was a generally a good indication of Rin's irritation when he barrelled into their dorm room and started throwing things around; Rei, perhaps not having learned his lesson, turned with his chair and looked up from his book with an eyebrow raised well above the frame of his glasses.

“Good afternoon, Rin,” he hazarded, taking in the sight of his stiff, seething boyfriend, and the backpack that had ricocheted off the wall and spilled its contents all over Rin's bed. In the back of his mind, he wondered if he didn't have a death wish, or at least a wish to fail his biology midterm. Engaging with Rin when he was like this pretty much meant the loss of his evening to soothing his boyfriend's temper. “I take it practice didn't go well?”

“Didn't go well,” Rin spat under his breath as he toed his sneakers off, then kicked them into the shared nightstand. “Fuckin' coach can kiss my ass, is how it went!”

Rei clicked his tongue and put the book down with some resignation. He wouldn't have been able to focus with Rin like this, anyways. “And here I was under the impression that privilege was already spoken for.”

For the first time that afternoon, Rin met Rei's gaze; his eyes were blazing, but his lips were drawn tight. “Don't say cute shit like that when I'm trying to be pissed off, Rei. He called me out in the middle of practice for slacking off! He said I lost muscle tone!”

“And I'm sure Gou-san will have words for him when she finds out,” Rei responded smoothly, getting out of his seat and squeezing Rin's tense shoulders. “We both know you work harder than anyone else he trains. And I'm sure he knows it as well. He likely just wants to push you to be stronger.”

“Oh, I'll get stronger alright,” Rin muttered under his breath, his words coming out hot against Rei's neck. “Strong enough to punch his fucking nose in--”

Rei sighed and pressed his lips to the sharp line of Rin's jaw. His finger came up over Rin's lips, and after giving his cheek a few firm kisses, he pulled back.

“Honestly, Rin, are you sure you don't do this for the attention? I don't remember you letting people get under your skin this way in high school.”

Rin twisted his mouth under Rei's finger, and then swatted his hand away. “Even if I was,” he finally sighed, “could you blame me? It works on you every time, right?”

“You're terrible,” Rei said flatly. “Getting all worked up that way, making me worry...”

Rin brushed their noses together, and their foreheads bumped affectionately. “So you admit to worrying about me?” His voice was low and drove a shiver through Rei's chest.

“It's hard not to. You're reckless, and headstrong, and competitive...”

“And you think all of that is sexy as fuck, don't you, Speedo Megane?”

Rei squeaked, and pressed his tongue into Rin's mouth before it could become a laugh.

asa/dai/suga + giggly kiss(es)

Daichi assumed that Suga must've become restless in the three minutes it took him to use the bathroom, because when he got back to his bedroom, he'd already pulled himself into Asahi's lap and started kissing him delicately. He tried to make as little noise as possible, closing the door just enough behind him to keep them out of sight should his parents pass by, and watched his boyfriend's warm up to each other.

Suga had an arm thrown around Asahi's neck, and Daichi assumed the other was stroking his beard, as Suga was wont to doing. Both of Asahi's hands disappeared around Suga's waist, and he was making tiny humming noises that were going right to Daichi's stomach.

An idea formed in his mind, and Daichi crept slowly over to them, having the advantage of knowing his room and where to press that the floor wouldn't creak. When he did reach his boyfriends, they were almost too wrapped up in each other to notice; Suga's eye cracked open and he saw Daichi over Asahi's shoulder, too late to do or say anything. Daichi brought his hands to either of Asahi's sides, pressed his fingers in the soft space beneath his ribs, and tickled him.

Asahi squeaked, his mouth still melded with Suga's for the split second before he pulled away and laughed helplessly. “D-Dai! Chi!”

Suga giggled and slid back, his knees on the carpeted floor. “So this is what Daichi's jealousy drives him to!”

“H-how evil!” Asahi gasped as he finally swatted Daichi's hands away.

“Well, don't wait for me to leave next time you want to kiss.”

“So you were jealous,” Suga said deviously. He laughed again, and pressed open mouthed kisses to Daichi's neck.

“We weren't trying to leave you out,” Asahi explained, as though Daichi could actually believe that was in the case. Together, Asahi's sincerity and the ticklish brush of Suga's lips on his skin had Daichi laughing too, leaning his weight on Asahi's broad chest. Suga followed with his stream of kisses, moving up to Daichi's cheeks.

When Asahi recovered from the shift in balance, he chuckled and left kisses of his own on Daichi's temple. Four sets of fingers found Daichi's chest, and though he wasn't ticklish, he giggled at the sensation of lips on his face and hands dancing over his shirt nonetheless. He squirmed in their hold, but there was nowhere to go with Suga and Asahi sandwiching him. It was easiest, in the end, to grab Suga's face by the cheeks and pull him up for a proper kiss. And then to do the same for Asahi, when his laughter turned into happy humming at the sight of them.

daichi/asahi + "kiss on the forehead"

When you're the captain, it's your job to hold the team up; Daichi lives by this simple tenet as readily as he breathes. There is no room in his mind for shades of grey, for second guesses, or for doubts. He knows those are the cracks in through which insecurities start to seep. And he's lucky, to have the determination to back that. Asahi looks at Daichi, who is smaller than he is, and envies his strength nonetheless.

Asahi spends a lot of time looking at Daichi, and not all of it is in comparison to himself. He sees little of himself that's like Daichi, after all, and that's a good thing: the team probably doesn't need two Daichis, and it definitely doesn't need two of him.

That's why he can't help but wish it was him who was hurt against Wakunan. It's a useless thing to wish, because the match is over, and they've won; Daichi isn't even hurt, beyond the missing tooth and the bruise consuming his cheek. And he's so proud of the tooth thing, too, probably, because his smile is wide enough to show off the gap where it used to be. The more Asahi looks, the more he feels like their roles have been swapped. Daichi is the fragile one. He's the one being relied on. (Except not even, because it was Ennoshita who stepped up. He's going to be a good captain, even though he's never going to be Daichi).

Asahi knows better than to voice any of these gut churning thoughts, especially not before their next match, but apparently Daichi also knows better. He punches Asahi solidly in the gut as they're headed down to warm up, letting the rest of the team rush on ahead of them .

“Whatever you're thinking about, it stops now,” he commands, his voice firm and steady. “The team needs you in fighting form, Ace.”

“Maybe,” Asahi agrees reluctantly, his voice trailing off. He doesn't tack on the rest of the thought, 'Not as much as we need you.' “It's just all hitting me now, I guess. During the match I didn't have time to worry, so now...”

His hands start shaking, and it belatedly strikes him how scared he was, watching Daichi go down, his too-big hands entirely powerless.

Daichi's touch is firm on his cheek, but it's heavy with affection. “Asahi, I'm right here,” he reminds him. There's a poorly suppressed laugh in his voice. “Only you would cry over someone after you've seen they're okay.”

'You're not okay,' Asahi thinks, eyeing the mottled skin of his cheek. He hates that Daichi is right about the crying, when he realizes his eyes are burning. With a heavy sigh, Asahi tilts his head down, presses his lips firm to Daichi's forehead. He keeps them there, tastes the salt of Daichi's skin, feels the few small bumps from old acne scars.

Daichi laughs unhindered this time. “Karasuno would lose all respect if the other teams found out our ace was such a marshmallow,” he murmurs, hugging Asahi tightly nonetheless. Asahi pulls away from the kiss before he would have liked to, when the reminder that they were in public makes him feel anxious, but Daichi gives an extra squeeze before letting him go.

“Are you better now?” Daichi asks, and Asahi feels the Earth's axis tip back in the right direction. He is the one being looked after; all things are as they should be. “Ready for the next match?”

“Ready, Captain.”