He could probably suck it up enough to walk with him. On the other.Ennoshita isn’t as overwhelming as the others. On one hand, he really doesn’t want to even think right now, let alone have a conversation. “No, actually, I was eing if you wanted to walk to Sakonishita with me? I’m always scared to go in there alone, and I know you walk right past it on your way home.” Did I forget something?” He doesn’t turn to his senpai, scared he’ll see his red-rimmed eyes and get things confused. Why is it so loud, why am I so angry, why, why, wh-Ī hand falls on his shoulder. Where everything is too much, and he feels like every word inches him closer to punching something, the frustration building up. See, there are days where Tadashi is just.like this. The sound of the HVAC powering up every twenty minutes to move barely-cold, sweat-heavy air- air that, for some reason, Hinata Shouyou enjoys the smell of even though it's probably one of the most revolting smells to a nervous athlete who doesn't want the season to end. The distant sound of music from a tinny music player that athletes use to hype themselves up to during warm ups. Of volleyballs careening to the floor with such force he’s scared receiving them will tear his arms off. The sounds of shoes screeching against hardwood echoes in his ears. And yet Tadashi’s heart is still hammering in his chest, unable to catch a break. Tadashi feels like he’s choking.Īnother day of doing nothing on the court. He feels pathetic tears begin to pool in his eyes, and takes a moment to suck in a deep breath. He doesn’t wait for a response, his own voice too loud in his ears as he steps around his teammates and out the door.
Yamaguchi what more do you need than pride professional#
He slams his locker with just enough force that it makes the two professional wrestlers in the room pause, if only for a second. “Geeze, Yamaguchi, don’t look so uptight! Even Tsukishima’s having fun,” Hinata says, slapping Tadashi on the back, and Tadashi decides enough is enough. This is fine, it's fine, just grab your bag and calmly say goodni. Tadashi swallows thickly, taking a moment to calm down. It takes everything in Tadashi not to snap and knock him out right then and there. Tanaka bumps into Tadashi as he's chasing after Noya, who had escaped his grip. If only Daichi hadn’t gone to talk to coach, he would’ve made them stop. Even his safer senpai, Kinoshita and Narita, are cheering for one or the other to win. And he hadn’t even played! Yet here Tanaka and Noya are, wrestling in the club room as if it’s nothing, and their teammates are egging them on. Like right now.Īfter two grueling matches, the last of which had been a pretty close call, Yamaguchi just wants to go home and sleep. He just.wishes they knew when to stop, because he’s very quickly overwhelmed by them. They tease each other lightheartedly, and even if they do annoy Tadashi somewhat he actually enjoys their presence. Or at least he thinks he’s friends with his teammates. Tadashi, for all it’s worth, enjoys having friends. Kei comes to the idea of turning the tables on Yamaguchi and pinning him to the wall. Oh, how satisfying would it be to take that prick down a peg and make him beg for it.
Kei hopes it's the first one, imagines making his usually still body fall pliant under his touch- though, the appeal of fighting for power, for dominance, makes Kei's heart stutter and his dick twitch. The look in Yamaguchi’s eyes, a fire that sets Kei’s entire body ablaze, even when though it shouldn’t, is what spurs Kei on and he strokes faster, wondering if Yamaguchi had a sweet side in bed or if he was just as rough as he is in every day life. Because every time he tries to think about how wrong it is to be jerking off to the vision of a teammate, of Yamaguchi Tadashi, his mind just drifts back to the tight grip that Yamaguchi had on his collar when he yelled at him just last week. Or, that’s what Kei tries to tell himself, but the stupid boner he’s trying to deal with has other thoughts. He’s ruthlessly mean for no reason, standoffish, annoying, stupid. “Because what more do you need than pride?” Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 48859 Chapters: 20/20 Comments: 150 Kudos: 716 Bookmarks: 96 Hits: 12930
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