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nusttam‌:

      by no means should he be lounging casually on a couch on the slytherin common room — but here issei is, one foot proper up on his ankle, an arm thrown over the back of the sofa like he is part of the scenery. 

      someone eyes his ravenclaw robes disdainfully but doesn’t ask what he’s doing there nor how he managed to get inside. it is probably widely assumed hanamaki told him the password considering this is not the first time he’s wandered in here. 

      the fact of the matter is that matsukawa is just eerily good at guessing. oikawa bounds down out of the dorm room and cants him a quite unreadable expression as he passes by that issei knows means he’s off to sneak into the astronomy tower and likely that iwaizumi hajime will find him there. he peels himself off the couch to slip into the dorm in his absence, not bothering with greetings or apologies for his intrusiveness as he sprawls himself sideways across the end of makki’s bed, a brow raised. he does however flick his wand over his shoulder at the door and mutter a silencing charm. secret gossip is no fun if everyone can hear it. 

      he cracks half a lazy smile, “ enlighten me. ”  /  @profiterolls

      there are divination books of all kinds, and hand written notes scattered over most of his bed, a tea cup, a tea kettle and some tea leaves are set up on his night stand, the kettle resting on top of a ceramic plate he’d gotten on a trip to hogsmeade. most of the room is a mess of dirty clothes, school books, brooms and quidditch uniforms. the only clean areas being the two four poster beds, of course out of necessity that sleeping was more important than picking up dirty clothes. admittedly most of the mess was his, but there are books about divination he’s yet to read, cleaning can wait. 

      it doesn’t surprise makki one bit when he hears the door click open again, and seeing matsun walk through the door — this would be an ordinary occurrence.  enlighten me, the words make makki dog ear a page in the book he was currently reading and sets it aside. he leans forward over his crossed legs, his hands griping at the middle of them, a smirk growing on his lips.

      “during divination oikawa’s tea leaves had some interesting results. a serpent trying to overtake a heart with a barely there I. very interesting.”

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nusttam‌:

         ninety percent sweat and ten percent exhaustion, his staff just out of his reach, mattsun’s body refuses to remove itself from the kwoon room floor. hours have passed since they started sparing but he has no idea how many. the only thing he’s kept track of is the win-lose ratio and even that, he’d forgotten after they reached triple digits. he’s not complaining, though.

         despite the desperate need for a shower and the exhausted ache of every bone in his skeleton — he feels good. he turns his head to look at his co-pilot, lopsided grin twisting the corner of his mouth upward just on instinct alone. “ you’re want to peel me off the floor and carry me back to the room or should i wait for kaiju here? ”  /  @profiterolls

     makki can feel each and every ache of mattsun’s body in his own, on top of all the aches that course through his own body. at times like these, the pilots in training, would considering having the ghost drift to be a disadvantage: who in their right mind wants to feel twice as exhausted. but honestly, he wouldn’t trade this for the world. when they’d first met on their first day of the program makki knew that he’d met his soul mate.

        his own head lulls to the side, lips turning themselves into his own grin, he hums in response but turns on his side and pushes himself up onto his knees. “i’d peel you off of anything. gimmie yer’ hand.” makki reaches out to grasp mattsun’s hand, and pulls him into a sitting position, before pushing himself to his feet and bringing mattsun up soon afterwards. “now get on.” makki turns around, and glances over his shoulder. “can’t very well be rested enough here if a kaju comes. you’re getting too old, issei, you won’t even be able to get up off the floor fast enough.”

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nusttam‌:

     “ you’re not wrong, ” he concedes easily, jostling himself with a poor excuse for a shrug without lifting his head from his arm. he does raise his extended hand to press the tip of his index finger to hanamaki’s though. phone home, his mind supplies. the edge of his smile softens just as much as it strengthens and his eyes crinkle at the corner for the trouble.

he withdraws only to flop over on his back, stretching all four sleep limbs to the ceiling before sprawling back out, full starfish. not one to fidget, really, he tucks his hands behind his head, not unlike makki had before. with his view of him upside down now it somehow seems easier to be a bit more vocal than usual. 

 “ actually—  i think the running bet is that i would be the first. ”  he argues, not quite an admission nor a denial. he thinks, if makki had been paying close enough attention, he would be less inclined to disbelief.  “ it is certainly more believable than oikawa confessing to iwaizumi, ” 

    the real unfortunate part here is that he’s absolutely correct, their friends did think that matsukawa would be the first one to say anything, if anything were there to say in the first place. mostly because while makki is vocal about a lot of things, he doesn’t tend to do well with rejection and thus refrains from putting himself in situations where it could occur. not that he’s ever met many a man that has rejected him, that’s a story for another time. 

     makki turns onto his side, one arm tucked under his head instead of using the pillow that was mere inches from his head already. he notes, that whenever mattsun gets vocal like this, in those rare moments, he always seems to much softer than usual. even if the subject matter is anything but soft — he wonders how he’s able to do something like that. someone once told him that no matter what situation makki tends to look like he’s about to fuck someones father and spills the secrets of the universe all at the same time. he’s still unsure if that’s a compliment or not. 

    “that’s the truth tea.” makki doesn’t even fight it, because he knows even without knowing. “oikawa can’t even confess to himself, never mind confessing to bara-chan.”

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nusttam‌:

     an arm extends from where both had been folded under his chin, not quite reaching for makki, only serving to lessen the distance between them currently where he might not be able to later; already providing comfort in the breath before makki asks for it. 

there are three people other than his mother that mattsun would ( and plans to ) transcend distance for— but there is only one that he’ll pull out all the stops for. “ i’ll withdrawal my emergency only phone call policy. ”  fingers twitch, as if to argue the previous sentiment about reaching. sometimes, matsukawa swears he misses makki before he leaves a room. 

“ i could recite some vows, if that would ease your mind. ” the corner of his mouth mocks his fingers with an upward twitch. it’s not an exaggeration by any means; he already believes that death might be the only thing capable of doing them part and even then, he doubts it.

     the statement’s sentimentality is immediately vanished into dust, hanamaki could literally shove him off the bed at this very moment and not even feel sorry about it. but the pull in his chest says otherwise, and for once he’s glad that he’s the only one that can feel it. or tell it’s even there. sometimes he thinks he and matsukawa were born from the same star. 

    “withdrawing the emergency only phone policy is sort of the equivalent, don’t you think?” a question he doesn’t need an answer to. his eyebrow raises, as his index finger unfolds from it’s hold on his legs to point toward mattsun. the corners of his lips twitch upward in a small smile. 

   hanamaki lets himself fall back onto the bed, his legs splaying to the sides, his left knee knocking against the wall a bit harder than he’d thought given the sound it makes. he sort of finds it hard to believe that he and mattsun didn’t even attend college’s close to each other, even iwaizumi and oikawa were still going to be roommates. there’s a part of him that wonders if he’s the kind of person that can live alone. “i can’t believe you just admitted your love for me mattsun, not one of our friends is going to believe that.”

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nusttam‌:

     initially, the question strikes him as wrong somehow. 

    jostled by the movement of his feet, mattsun readjusts his position atop of the pile of blankets and he takes the usual amount of time allotted to ponder over things and then some. these are the kinds of things normal people worry about in regards to starting anew and separating from the people they care about. he remembers, vaguely, his classmates in primary talking about the likes. he remembers, also, thinking then that it was odd to people would make such empty promises. 

    it kinda of jars to him realize that his opinion had entirely changed; that his sense of wrongness in being asked comes from his own lack of doubt. since they’d met the spaces between their names had refused to exist. they were mattsun-and-makki, said in one breath like a single entity. sure he had thought about the fact that there would be more of it and consequently less time spent in the same vicinity but physical distance had never mattered much in that regard.

    his gaze shifts, searching. he answers with a question of his own, “ do you not? ”

    he realizes quickly that it was a stupid question to ask in the first place as soon as mattsun asks his own question. 

    of course he didn’t think they they wouldn’t still keep in touch, just like he’d thought earlier with oikawa, it’s hard for him and mattsun to not communicate in some way. maybe he just needed to hear it straight from the source. his mama did always teach him never to assume anything. but maybe this is different. 

    makki sits up, wrapping his abnormally long arms around his knees to keep his equally abnormally long legs up, tonight is not the night for an open show. he’d be lying if he said that conversation with oikawa earlier didn’t jar him slightly. after all, he was the sort of glue that brought them all together if the first place and if that glue was worried then what did that mean for the rest of them. on the other hand, he knows the anxieties that oikawa has that he doesn’t voice because makki has a lot of them himself. “sometimes conformation is comfortable.”

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     if oikawa ever heard him right now makki would be mortified. 

     makki folds his hands behind his head, shoving his feet under the mass of blankets at the bottom of his bed. he’s unsure whether or not the conversation he had with oikawa earlier that day wasn’t totally invalid. 

   “do you think we’ll still keep in touch when we go to college?” he goes with the keep in touch, because even though he’s gay as the rising sun, and not afraid to experiment with things, he will not come across as a little bitch.”  @nusttam

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injuredknee‌:

“ you think it will be the same? ”  

the sentiment seems too wistful a thing, as if oikawa might already know the answer but wants to hear makki say it anyway. eyes flit away from the fading sun, toward the convenience store down the block that iwaizumi and mattsun have disappeared into. he spares a second of his gaze for makki himself before watching their friends laugh about something out of hearing range. something in his chest goes taut at the thought of how few weeks they have left for these kinds of things. 

 “ i mean— the four of us will still be friends, right? ”  this, it becomes obvious, is the real question ; the one oikawa had meant to ask initially.  / @profiterolls​

   makki’s hands are shoved into actual pockets this time, having changed into his uniform pants — he thinks for a second that he hates actual pockets. his eyes have traveled after their friends, particularly mattsun, for reasons he’ll write about in his journal later that night. it occurs to him only seconds after admiring their friends, that oikawa had been speaking to him. immediately thankful for the reiteration of thoughts. 

    the first thing that crossed his mind is to call the other a dumbass. of COURSE they’re still going to be friends. iwaizumi and oikawa can’t be separated even if they tried and he and mattsun can’t stay apart even though he’s tried. not to mention mattsun and himself find it far too entertaining to mess with oikawa. so short answer. 

    “duh.”

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                 “hey mattsun...”

                “i’m gonna get ya’!”  ( @nusttam )

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nusttam:

issei is obligated to throw takahiro over his shoulders and carry him out of the shatterdome ; it’s the law. whether that law was forged by him, for his own entertainment is unimportant. besides, makki carried him back from training the other night — and it has been said before: all is fair in love and war. though aliens are probably a new variable, he doesn’t believe the statement to have changed. it helps to decompress the tension in his chest from the run.  “ food or sleep? ”  he questions, looking for direction once they’ve hit the hallway where oikawa and iwaizumi had fled earlier,  “ or… training? ”  / @profiterolls

      takahiro is so exhausted that he can’t even fight being thrown over issei’s shoulders. the tension in his shoulders lessens ever-so-slightly thanks to his partner. as they leave the excitement of the shatterdome behind them, he flashes a lazy smile and a PEACE sign at the mechanics. 

      the question seems like THE most important question he’d ever been asked — which says a lot considering what’s going on around them. fucking ALIENS. “HM, my muscles say sleeps but my stomach says cream puffs.” takahiro plays with a loose string at the hem of the other males shirt. “i just worked so hard why are you trying to suggest i work hard twice IN THE SAME DAY?” of course he knows they need too, he isn’t be serious, not really anyway.

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