Matsukawa and Hanamaki would usually text each other at ungodly hours until one of them fell asleep whenever they could.
Hanamaki wasn't sure why but he suddenly craved Matsukawa's laugh, the one made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, the one that never failed to make him smile no matter how hard he tried to hide it or how down he felt.
Hiro: Mattsun call me
Issei: What for?
Because I want to hear your voice.
Hiro: Because typing is hard
Issei: Tired already?
Hiro: No. I'm just too lazy to type and my phone keeps falling on my face. Having a piping hot brick fall on my face every five minutes is not very enjoyable
Issei: Fine I'll call you, old man
Incoming call from Issei
"Respect your elders, Matsukawa Issei."
"You are two months older than me."
"No, Mattsun, I am two months wiser than you."
"Go fuck yourself." His smile is audible, it makes a grin creep on Hanamaki's face.
"Gladly." Issei chuckled. One
"Seriously, what's up? You never ask me to call you."
"My phone is too heavy for my tired hands, Mattsun. I'm an old man!"
"Takahiro."
He's onto me, run!
Hanamaki sighed. "I just felt like hearing your voice, okay...?"
"You're such a sap." Usual response. He's not freaked out, good. "And really sweet..."
What?
That didn't sound sarcastic whatsoever, he wasn't laughing, he sounded serious and tired. Hanamaki sat in stunned silence until he heard soft breathing coming from Matsukawa's end of the line. He fell asleep. Hanamaki smiled. Idiot.
"Good night, Issei... I love you..." Hanamaki hung up and threw the phone across the room like it'd burned him.
Hanamaki can't sleep. He's too busy thinking up all kinds of disastrous scenarios that could possibly happen during morning practice like Matsukawa making a scene - very unlikely - and outing him in front of the whole team, making him lose all his friends. - again, very unlikely but a possible reality in Hanamaki's mind at the time. Or worse, what if Matsukawa quit volleyball because of what Hanamaki feels for him? He's not very subtle about it anyway, Matsukawa can't be dense enough to not have noticed anything right? So he probably knows. And if he knows, then is that why he's been spending more time with Iwaizumi instead of coming over? Oikawa doesn't know what's up with those two either, they insist on being very cryptic about it.
Hanamaki sighs.
His friends aren't going to leave because he likes guys, right? He knows at least Oikawa won't, what with his whole crush on precious Iwa-chan and all.
They wouldn't even think about it.
But what if they thought having a relationship with Matsukawa would ruin the group dynamics? Maybe that's the real reason why Oikawa hasn't seriously confessed to Iwaizumi yet.
Oh no, what if Matsukawa's straight?
Hanamaki prays to whatever Gods he can think of for no drama before falling face first on his pillow and falling asleep.
YOU ARE READING
Hey, thanks
Fanfiction"That's very specific... You thought about that a lot huh?" Matsukawa has the nerve to chuckle and poke Hanamaki's side, making him squirm. "Maybe.." Hanamaki mumbled, his gaze still downcast while Matsukawa's was now focused on his face. "You would...
