If you’re ok with the prompt could we get more of touch starved Tsukishima with poly Karasuno?
Set in this universe, during college
Kazuhito could tell that Tsukishima’s semester abroad had been hard on him. He had come home with a tired smile, but Kazuhito could see the way he flinched away from Hinata and Suga’s hugs like he had been burned. Kazuhito watched him all through the evening, watched him flinch and wince and strain away from the others. The party had been wild, wild enough that Kazuhito almost lost track of what he was worrying about. Until he found Tsukishima standing outside of the door to his bedroom, frowning.
“They took over your bed, didn’t they?” Kazuhito asked. Tsukishima jumped, turning around to face him with a sheepish look on his face. Kazuhito looked around him to see that yes, Hinata, Suga, Nishinoya, and Tanaka were curled up in Tsukishima’s bed, taking up the entire thing. “You don’t have to go in there, you know,” Kazuhito said softly.
“Where else am I supposed to sleep?” Tsukishima muttered.
“With me, in Chikara’s bed,” Kazuhito said. “He’s passed out in the living room, so it’ll just be the two of us.” A ghost of a smile crossed Tsukishima’s face, quickly smothered. He nodded and let Kazuhito lead him down the hall to Ennoshita’s bedroom. Tsukishima crawled onto Ennoshita’s bed and crammed himself up against the wall. Kazuhito turned the light off and crawled up behind him, pressing himself as close as he could get.
Tsukishima went stiff all over. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice tight.
“I think you know exactly what I’m doing,” Kazuhito replied. “Kei, you’ve been gone for four months. Did you let anyone touch you in that time?”
“Australians are very touchy people,” Tsukishima droned.
“Yeah, but did you let any of them touch you?” Kazuhito insisted. “Or did you shy away from them like you do with anyone you’re not comfortable with?”
“I touched people when I played rugby,” Tsukishima insisted.
“You played rugby once a week, and I bet you only touched people to tackle them,” Kazuhito said. “Did you hug anyone?”
Tsukishima’s silence was answer enough. Kazuhito sighed and pulled at Tsukishima’s shoulder until he finally relented and turned over. Kazuhito guided his head to his shoulder, running his fingers through soft blond curls.
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Kazuhito said. “Give us a week. We’ll get you used to being touched again.”
“Why does that sound like a threat?” Tsukishima droned.
“Because it is,” Kazuhito chirped. Tsukishima may have hoped that the darkness covered him, but in the gloom, Kazuhito saw the glint of his smile. He closed his eyes with an answering smile of his own.