Hey, hey, if you're up for it, how about some KawaGoshi for the prompt "you owe me a kiss"? You'd make me entire week hjfhjkd but if not that's totally okay, too!! Hope you have a lovely day!! ✨💙✨
no YOU made my week w this ask, cutie <3
It had happened at a party Tendou threw, god help them all, with a newly-crowned Captain Goshiki and a tired freshman Kawanishi, among other former (and one current) members of Shiratorizawa.
Kawanishi still doesn’t know how Tendou convinced Ushijima to use their apartment for the party but he wasn’t complaining; good booze and good friends was all he really needed.
“Senpai!” Goshiki called out, waving, jogging up to where Kawanishi sat on the couch, clutching his oh-so-cliche red Solo cup. Goshiki perched himself on the armrest next to Kawanishi and let the former middle blocker admire his form.
The build of an ace, I see, Kawanishi observed, from the rim of the cup. His dark hair had grown out a little, falling over his forehead and wide eyes in tufts.
“We’re not playing together anymore,” Kawanishi told him, blinking. “You don’t need to call me senpai anymore.”
“Okay…Taichi-san.” Goshiki sounded apprehensive saying it but Kawanishi felt his heartbeat speeding up, slamming into his ribcage at full force.
He turned his head, quickly, not allowed Goshiki to look as his cheeks burned red, heat crawling up his neck.
And Goshiki began to blabber about the team and the new first-years and how Washijo-sensei was and Kawanishi didn’t realize how much he missed the sound of Goshiki’s voice; a perfect little lilt, dragged rough by the alcohol. It was wonderful, in its own little way.
He didn’t really know how it happened, hours passed and three more cups of Tendou’s awfully made cocktails, and the world was spinning. It was like everything circled around them, sitting on that dinky little couch.
Goshiki had, by now, moved to sit right next to Kawanishi, the side of his body pressed up against the former middle blocker.
“Taichi-san?” Goshiki asked as a quiet moment, in between songs, feel between them. “I’ve missed you a lot. ‘S not the same without you.”
Kawanishi blinked. Once. Twice. Three times.
When he said nothing, Goshiki continued, words slurring a little, “I think you look really pretty tonight, too, Senpai.”
Kawanishi had no words for Goshiki so the only way he could respond was pressing his hand to the younger’s cheek and pulling him close.
“Are we gon’ kiss, Senpai?”“I told you not to call me senpai,” Kawanishi’s ears were ringing. “And yes, we are. Okay?”
“Okay…” Goshiki mumbled, eyelashes fluttering
Kawanishi squeezed his eyes tight and prepared himself for Goshiki’s surely incoming lips. A second passed. Two. Nothing.
Then, all at once, instead of lips, he felt Goshiki’s body, falling onto his shoulder. Kawanishi’s eyes snapped open and he craned his neck to see Goshiki, fast asleep, draped across Kawanishi.
Sighing, Kawanishi shrugged Goshiki off him and got up. Oh well. Maybe some things aren’t meant to be.
Not three months later, he and Shirabu found themselves walking down a very familiar path to a very familiar gym.
Washijo-sensei had called them up, asking if they were free to help the current Shiratorizawa team practice for the semi-finals and it so happened that they’d both finished exams so there they were.
“You excited to see Goshiki?” Shirabu asked, voice void of any clear emotion but Kawanishi knew when he was being made fun off.
Turning his head, indignantly, Kawanishi muttered, “will you shut up?”
Shirabu only laughed in reply.
When they stepped into the gym, it felt like he’d never left. The sound of balls, slapping against palms, and sneaks squeaking against hardwood floors. The bright gymnasium lights, blinding him overhead.
And that voice. That voice.
“Shirabu-san! Taichi-san!”
There was Goshiki, proudly wearing that number 1 jersey, waving to them with a smile so wide that Kawanishi’s cheeks hurt.
The day was long and strenuous on Kawanishi’s un-practiced muscles but it felt worth it, watching Goshiki captain everyone like he was born to fit that role. Watching him spike the ball with the confidence he always had but even more skills to back it up.
And when all was quiet, it happened again. That moment where Kawanishi was sure he’d go into cardiac arrest.
“Where’d Shirabu-san go?” Goshiki asked, the two of them putting supplies away in the big closet in the back.
“Probably fucked off somewhere to go call Eita,” Kawanishi replied.
Goshiki’s mood changed, suddenly, and he looked rather bashful, fiddling with his fingers and looking down at the ground. “Taichi-san,” he said, “I’m sorry about that night. I wasn’t thinking and I made you uncomfortable–”
“Tsutomu,” Taichi interupted. “Shut up.”
Then, much less harsh and much more affectionate, he said, “you owe me a kiss.”
Goshiki beamed, then, rushing over to cup Kawanishi’s cheeks in his hands, kissing him with all the passion in the world.
Kawanishi kissed back, not feeling shy anymore, and Goshiki’s lips were soft and warm on his own. He let himself enjoy the sensation of the younger’s tongue, dancing on his, and things felt right.
ahh this was fun. thank u for requesting, lovely :)
send me a prompt from this list pls
