I didn't come to wave or take pictures - For Fragrant_Hitachiin

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Most paparazzi keep away from Kei. Hitachiin Legal loves a restraining order, and that’s enough for a semi-normal life.

But public games are public, and Kei spots at least three in the stands. Nondescript hair, clothes, faces. So plain they scream among the colorful crowd. One even has the nerve to smile, when he catches Kei’s glare.

Ugh.

Never mind.

Exhaling, he shuts them out. Settling into the tempo of his team. The rhythm and flow of defense, rising to a higher crescendo each time. It feels good. Kei's spent four years building with Todai, and they're contenders for Nationals. Maybe even favorites.

This is what matters.

Not the paparazzi with their gossip and grins.

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[fragrant_hitachiin]

Kaoru comes to Kei's games as often as he can, missing only a few matches each season when work or classes have him completely booked. At first he doesn't notice that anything is amiss; certainly no one is paying him any attention, even though he is the Hitachiin heir. It isn't until one match, when he cheers loudly for an excellent block of his boyfriend's, that the man next to him chuckles.

"He's a star of this team, isn't he?"

The man, Kaoru notices, has a notepad covered in messy shorthand. The kanji for "Tsukishima" appears more than a few times. Kaoru's hackles go up and he eyes this man warily, wondering if the threat of a restraining order might be an effective deterrent.

"He's brilliant," Kaoru huffs. "And I hear he's taken."

The man looks bemused, and turns back to the match sheepishly.