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fingers curve the base of his skull to protect the crimson becoming more vibrant , but otherwise he does nothing to prevent their tumble , sue him ——— he missed him .
( don’t sue him , he has no money . )
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everyone complains about the teikou team nowadays until they meet me . then they just feel sympathetic that i had to put up with them when they were just baby brats stumbling around the court .
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nijimura shuuzou does not wake up one night, a weight settles in his bones, his iron will steeping into the threads of his soul, and he succumbs to a deeper pool of darkness. his body however, flexes fingers, runs a tongue over teeth, tilts its head.
it rises, disjointed ››
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“thank you ,” a mock dip of the head in an approximation of a bow , the best he has to offer in his present position , “my study of all things akashi seijuurou is my most unappreciated work .”
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oh, my, it really seems like nijimura-san has him all figured out.
( well, he does, but still. )
his smile remains in place as he offers a little smattering of applause, exactly as genuine as it is not.
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“﹠̲ then ,” he barrels on heedless of the silence , “you’d do that head tilt thing you do .” he does his own rendition , an exaggerated puppy — like cock of the head , with a huff of air that ruffles dark hair .
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he pushes himself up on a pained sigh , resting on one elbow while he rolls the aching one . “i can already hear the ‘did you stretch properly , nijimura — san uwu .’
( he’s slightly put out by his injury . )
( only slightly . )
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every nerve reacts to the proximity of akashi against him , both hands skimming over his shoulders , pressing against the curve of his neck , thumbs tracing his jaw .
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at that, he huffs a laugh, amusement sparkling in his eyes. he pushes closer, arms looping around his neck, more eager than the last. then they'll continue.
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his arm slips around his waist , tugging him closer , fingers splaying at the dip to his spine . he chases even as akashi retreats , stealing the shallow breath he manages to take , ﹠̲ tilts back with a lazy grin . it’s a start .
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humming softly, he pushes himself up onto his toes, pressing his mouth against his in a tender kiss. it's only after several seconds pass them by that he pulls back, just barely enough to draw breath. is that enough?
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unbidden , his head turns into the coolness of akashi’s palm , a smile emerging beneath the heel of a wintry touch . oh , he can think of a couple of ways , a furtive kiss pressed to skin .
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he certainly won't protest against this, turning to face him instead. compensation, hm—? laying a hand over his cheek, thumb skimming over the bone, how should he do that, hm?