Trick or Treat Time. *spins the wheel* The original Samezuka Trio (+ any HQ kiddo)
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Seijuurou was used to this. His clothes had been disappearing since he was a kid, thanks to how much bigger he had always been than both Momo and Isuzu, but it had gotten so much worse his third year of high school. Going by the way Isuzu complained about her own clothes disappearing, it was a common Matsuoka courting ritual to just raid closets. The only reason Ai had gotten out unscathed in those months before Rin had gathered his courage was because he was too small for his closet to hold anything usable— though the same could not be said of his blanket collection.
So, yes. Seijuurou was used to his clothes, especially his jackets and sweaters, disappearing without notice. Even when Rin was overseas, Ai did it frequently enough to keep Seijuurou limber. So when Seijuurou opened his closet on the first truly chilly day one autumn to find it bare of anything with long sleeves, he just shook his head and closed it again, then moved to the living room to find something he could wear.
He stopped short.
Rin was sprawled along the length of the couch in Seijuurou’s Samezuka jacket, one of his sweaters layered underneath. Ai was sitting at the table in front of him, swimming in one of Seijuurou’s sweatshirts. But what got Seijuurou’s breath catching in his chest and his mind shooting through scenarios and possibilities and stopping short at the singular thought of wow was this:
Daichi, plopped on the floor with his head in Ai’s lap, rambling on about something to do with Suga and a banana, wearing Seijuurou’s college hoodie.
Rin was the first to notice him. He looked up from his book with a scowl that was more resting bitch face than anything. It turned into brow-furrowed confusion at what must have been a completely dumbfounded expression on Seijuurou’s face. Rin traced Seijuurou’s gaze to where he could not stop glancing at Daichi, and then Rin laughed.
“God, Mikoshiba, you should be used to this by now,” he snorted. Daichi broke off from his story and he and Ai glanced at Rin and then at Seijuurou.
“Oh. You broke him,” Ai commented. “Been a while since that happened.”
“Who broke him?” Daichi asked, and his voice was that beautiful amused-curious that had first caught Seijuurou’s interest.
“You did,” Rin answered. Daichi looked back at him, then his face did that gorgeous thing where he visibly worked through the logic set before him to try and puzzle out a problem. He looked at Seijuurou, standing in a t-shirt, then at Ai, then at Rin, then down at his own chest. A smile, the kind that only ever spelled trouble, stretched across his face.
“Y’know,” he hummed, settling more firmly against Ai. “It’s nice, being smaller than someone. Doesn’t happen that often for me. I tend to go more for smaller guys. But…” he glanced at Seijuurou, looking for all the world like a cat about to knock a glass off a counter. “That means that I buy a lot of my own clothes bigger, to get that boyfriend jacket feeling.” He shrugged and closed his eyes, clearly done with his setup. Seijuurou narrowed his eyes at him and pieced through what was offered. It was true that Seijuurou’s hoodie sat just about the same amount of baggy on him as most of his own clothes. Which meant that there was probably a sweater or two in Daichi’s own wardrobe that was about the same size…
Seijuurou grinned and darted into the bedroom, pulling open Daichi’s drawer at the bottom of the dresser. It was jammed full, overflowing with everything Daichi had crammed into it since he was here more often than not, the slow precursor to him just moving in one day the way Ai had a few years before. Seijuurou smiled at that thought as he pawed through the clothes, emerging triumphant with an old Karasuno sweatshirt. Seijuurou slipped it over his head, sighing contentedly as it fit just a little loose. And then the scent hit him.
“Oh my god,” he whispered, drawing the collar up to his nose to breathe in the smell of Daichi’s detergent and just the faintest hint of cologne. He stood and walked as sedately as he could manage back out to the living room. “Okay,” he said, and all three of them looked up at him, Rin grinning and Ai smirking and Daichi blushing. “I get it now. You’re all still menaces, but whatever. I understand.” Ai snorted and Rin laughed and Daichi was still blushing. Seijuurou noted that, but didn’t do anything with it as he moved Rin’s legs out of his way to sit on the couch, draping them back over his lap and settling in for a lazy afternoon in.