i know im the one who suggested you try on eyeliner but youre too attractive now i cant breathe go wash your face off right this second - IwaMatsu
I… don’t have anything relevant to say about this, aside from poor Hajime. I hope you like it! :D
Hajime was stunned. He’d always known that Matsukawa was gorgeous, but this was just a little too much for his heart to handle, especially this early in the morning. Oikawa leaned on Matsukawa’s shoulder, looking smug, the tips of his fingers still slightly darker than usual with the leftover smudges of makeup on them. Hajime notices this with a detached sort of observation, more focused on the lines of black around Matsukawa’s already pretty eyes, the flush on the very top of his cheeks, almost unnoticeable in the light of the still rising sun.
Oikawa is prattling on, something along the lines of trying to get Hajime to tell them how pretty they are with their dark lined eyes and perfectly styled hair, didn’t he do such a great job, wasn’t it a fantastic idea to have Matsukawa stay over the night before. Hajime mostly ignores him, processing what he says in a more distracted part of his brain that’s used to listening to Oikawa go on and on for ages. Instead he points at Matsukawa and then back towards Oikawa’s house.
“I know I’m the one who suggested you try on eyeliner but you’re too attractive now, I can’t breathe.” Matsukawa blinks, and Oikawa’s mouth drops open at Hajime’s bluntness. “Go wash your face off right this second.”
There’s one tense moment where none of them move, none of them breathe, it seems like, and then a slow, steady grin settles on Matsukawa’s face. Oikawa looks sort of stunned, like he’s not sure if his ears were working correctly, and Hajime has an intense moment of wishing the ground would open up and swallow him whole. He doesn’t know how he let his mouth get away from him, and he can feel his face heat in embarrassment.
Then a voice comes from behind Hajime, coy and amused, and Hajime wonders if he can just move to another part of the country. “Well, that was certainly something to witness on this fine, bright day. I’m overjoyed that I didn’t miss it.”
Hanamaki wraps one arm around Hajime’s shoulders and turns his bright smile into Hajime’s face, waiting for a reaction. Hajime resists the urge to shove all three of them down the nearest hill and make a run for it, preferably into the next prefecture. He shrugs off Hanamaki’s arm and strides past the other two without a word. He spends the entire walk to school trying to ignore the twittering behind him and wondering why his brain and mouth conspiring against him to make him actually say that out loud.
He doesn’t find an answer by the time they get to school, and then luckily there’s morning practice to distract them all, though Hajime feels like he’s being stared at most of the time, at least until he turns to see who it is. There’s never anyone looking in his direction, at least until practice is over and someone corners him in the empty locker room.
Dark lined eyes stare down at him, and Hajime frowns vaguely at how much taller Matsukawa is. “Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?” Hajime blinks. “That you’re attractive? Yes. Why would I say it if it weren’t true?”
Matsukawa nods decisively. “Then I accept your confession.”
“My-” The rest of whatever Hajime was going to say disappears when Matsukawa presses their lips together. Then he’s pulling back and grinning and walking away before Hajime’s brain even gets a chance to restart. It’s the look that was in Matsukawa’s eyes that gets stuck in Hajime’s head the rest of the day, something intense and indescribable, only emphasized by the eyeliner that still remained even after a rigorous practice.
Overall, Hajime figures, he’s doomed, especially when the other three only talk about Hajime and his love life for the walk home, Hajime’s grand confession especially. The way Matsukawa walks alongside him though, pinkies linked together between them, makes Hajime think that maybe it’s not so bad to speak your mind sometimes.
