((from earlier. yes, of course I will write for you. kagehina makes you happy. kagehina makes me happy. I see no downside to this arrangement! So glad you’ve cheered up, though I think I channeled your earlier sadness a bit too much at the beginning of this! Here goes.))
Will you be my dumbass?
It starts with a beam of light filtering in through one of the gym’s high windows. Tobio watches, noticing dust motes, patterns—the fall of it on Hinata’s face, transforming him into a study of light and dark. He’s standing with his arms at his sides, catching his breath. His eyes are closed, and for a short moment Tobio allows himself to look.
The ache in Tobio’s chest returns.
His hand bunches in his shirt, over his heart. He’s not stupid; he’s not. This realization has been dawning on him for a while, now, but he has been pushing it away with both hands.
The more he pushes, though, the more inevitable it seems.