Chapter Text
“Hey.”
“Yes?”
Raising his arm, Hinata pressed his hand against the stars.
“What’s your favorite thing about me? And don’t say something like my eyes. I want a genuine answer.”
Hinata rested his head on his shoulder as his body was propped up using his arms.
“It’s hard to narrow it down to just one.”
“Oh shush, you’re making me red.”
Silence overtook the two.
“Seriously, why do you love me?”
“I love you for many reasons.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Which are?”
“It’s your ability to make anyone feel valued.”
“Really?”
“Yes, it really is enthralling when you meet someone new and in mere seconds, they feel like they’ve been acquainted with you for years.” Tsukishima silenced.
“It’s truly amazing.”
Hinata smiled, a sweet yearning smile. Both boys sat up. Tsukishima stretched his arms out, Hinata crawled close. The grass is soft underneath them. His legs were placed on both sides of the blondes as his arms lay limp off his shoulders as he sat on the blonde's lap.
“You know I love you, right?”
The blonde slithered his arms around Hinata’s waist and pressed their foreheads together.
“I know, Shoyo.”
Their lips touched. Soft, plump lips collided with thinner, sweet, and smooth ones. As they both moved their lips, their hands danced across each other.
Tsukishima’s nimble and slender fingers moved along Hinata’s back and torso. Hinata’s shorter and slim fingers combed through Tsukishima’s blonde hair.
Still pressed together, Tsukishima slid his tongue along Hinata’s lip. Hinata’s mouth opened and Tsukishima’s followed suit. A quiet moan was shared.
Willow-like hands trailed down to Hinata’s thighs.
Tsukishima’s thumb rubbed affectionate circles on the speckled skin.
The gingers’ hands moved to cup Tsukishima’s face. They trailed down, they grazed his throat and stopped at his shoulders. His thumbs traced the blondes' pronounced collar bones through the thin linen tunic.
As the two pulled apart for air, Tsukishima chuckled.
“What? Do I amuse you?”
Tsukishima sighed.
“I just don’t understand how I ended up with a fool like you.”
Tsukishima pressed a finger against Hinata’s forehead as he pushed up his glasses.
Hinata reached up and grabbed the hand against his head.
Lacing their fingers together, he smiled.
“Yet you can’t get enough of me.”
“You’re right, you’re like the sun.”
Hinata snorted.
“How so, Kei?”
“Everything seems to revolve around you.”
Hinata pouted.
“That makes me sound selfish.”
Tsukishima shrugged.
“Take it as you please but know that I’m right.”
Hinata placed his head against the blonde's chest and listened to the melodic heartbeat.
“Alright, Kei. If I’m the sun, you’re the Moon.”
Tsukishima placed a hand on Hinata’s head and began combing through the soft, curly hair.
“Am I now?”
“Mhm”
Hinata hummed, he traced his fingers against the muscles underneath the blonde's skin.
“You’re cold and distant at first but calming and quiet once one knows you better. You’re also beautiful, just like the moon.”
Tsukishima chuckled,
“Your analogies humor me.”
“Do they now?”
“Yes.”
Hinata hummed contently
“That was vague, it also felt double-sided.”
Hinata breathed in.
“Ask any one of your friends, they’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Tsukishima leaned over and pressed his lips to the crown of Hinata’s head.
“I see.”
A moment of silence overtook them, they listened to the hush sounds of the salty waves hitting the moss-covered rocks eight dozen feet below them.
“You know Kei?”
Tsukishima looked down at the small boy in his lap quizzically.
“You’re quite abnormal.”
Tsukishima looked quite taken aback by that statement.
He was always used to being labeled as a typical or boring guy with a god-like face. He was known for being strikingly handsome but his personality was as dull as a skipping stone.
Hinata waited for an answer but received none.
“You have blond hair, I can only name a few with hair as bright as yours.”
Tsukishima scoffed, Hinata’s one to talk.
“You’re hysterical. Look at your hair, you have locks the same shades as oranges or grapefruits.”
Hinata laughed, a nice, high in pitch, light laugh. It made Tsukishima smile.
“I am aware of my own hair color Kei. But, it’s always nice to have someone with just as bizarre hair as mine.”
“My hair is nowhere near as atrocious as yours.”
Tsukishima flicked Hinata’s forehead.
“You’re so mean, you are aware that just the other day, you sat me down and told me how beautiful my hair was.”
Tsukishima frowned, he trailed his hand down to Hinata’s inner thigh and pinched. Hinata shrieked and slapped his hand away. Tsukishima couldn’t help but laugh.
“Ow, at times you can be insufferable.”
Hinata leaned forward, his chest pressed against Tsukishima’s, and lifted his chin to rest against Tsukishima’s shoulder.
“Oh hush, how would your mother feel if she heard you speak to me like this?”
Hinata rolled his eyes, his mother loved Tsukishima. Almost a bit too much, she would give him far too many gifts or order their servants to prepare his favorite meal every time he would visit Hinata.
“You know, for being Dionysus’s son, you’re pretty boring.”
Hinata smiled as he spoke.
“For being Apollo’s son, you’re very unpopular with the ladies.”
Hinata huffed and stayed silent.
His glasses rested on Hinata’s collar bone as he rested his forehead on Hinata’s shoulder.
“Sorry, your hair and your insane amount of freckles are very beautiful.”
“And?”
“And you’re not too short.”
“And?” Hinata repeated.
“And your face is very pleasant and you’re not plushy and soft. You’re so incredibly masculine.”
Hinata smiled.
“You know I’m actually pretty strong.”
“I know you are.”