[It's just a handful of words, but they explain so much of Tsukishima's personality that Shouyou's mouth just about drops open.]
Yeah... it hurts when you think you can't have it, right? When you want something that badly.
[He gets it. He does. Recently, he'd thought there were two things out of his reach: volleyball and Tsukishima, whether from the doubt of other people, or from a perceived impossibility. And yet, here he is, with one of them close enough to touch.
Shouyou shivers as Tsukishima's hand moves, holding still and letting him explore as he likes.]
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[Geeze. How to even explain it.]
It's - Wanting things - It's hard.
[Especially something like this. Because then you have to say it, for anything to happen.
And what if it doesn't.
Slowly, Tsukki slides his hand up. Mapping the slope of Hinata's chest. Shoulder. Curving up to the side of his neck. Where the same pulse flickers.]
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Yeah... it hurts when you think you can't have it, right? When you want something that badly.
[He gets it. He does. Recently, he'd thought there were two things out of his reach: volleyball and Tsukishima, whether from the doubt of other people, or from a perceived impossibility. And yet, here he is, with one of them close enough to touch.
Shouyou shivers as Tsukishima's hand moves, holding still and letting him explore as he likes.]
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Then again.
Slow.
Careful.
Trying to fill that space. To believe it can happen. Is happening.]