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There is no doubt that being in a relationship takes work. For some relationships, that work is so easy it doesn’t feel like work at all. And sometimes things are more complicated. 

Teppei muses to himself about how he came to be in this relationship with Hanamiya, and how long they’ve each been hiding this fact from their respective teams. It takes extra work, keeping it a secret, but it’s something that is simply necessary until at least the end of the school year. 

And calling it a relationship would probably make Hanamiya scoff. “We’re only sleeping together,” he tells Teppei every time they part ways. Which is ridiculous. Hanamiya is as clingy as they come and spends hours cuddling up to Teppei without a single sexual thing happening. Something in his past that keeps him from wanting that intimate title, perhaps. Teppei doesn’t know. He does know that Hanamiya is complicated, that he has an anger and a viciousness inside him. Teppei himself has been victim to that sadism and learned directly that Hanamiya just enjoys causing pain, for no sake other than pain itself. Teppei’s theory is that someone in Hanamiya’s past made him feel weak, and that the only way to express power over self is to hold power over others. It’s sad, and Teppei wants to break him of the cycle. 

But they don’t talk much about what happened with Teppei’s leg. They just ignore it or move past it if it comes up and each time Teppei feels something inside him break a little more. He wants a relationship with this person, despite that others would tell him he’s crazy for that. But he can see that there’s more to Hanamiya than he lets show, that he wears a mask and presents himself in such a false light that he doesn’t even know who he is himself. 

So it’s work, certainly, keeping up with Hanamiya and this version of a relationship with him. As it is now, he is walking to Hanamiya’s house from his own place, saying goodbye to his grandparents and letting them know he’ll be gone for the weekend again. They seem happy enough that he has a person in his life, even if they have no idea what he’s getting up to with said person. 

He hefts his overnight bag further up his shoulder as he sees Hanamiya’s house come into view. His place is absolutely huge, and Teppei never sees any cars in the driveway. He asked Hanamiya once where his parents were and only got a shrug and a “Don’t know; don’t care. Traveling for work or something again,” in response. 

He reaches the door and he takes a breath, clearing his mind of musings and trying to sink into the present moment. He knocks and it takes only a second before Hanamiya is at the door, gesturing him inside. 

He gets in and removes his shoes, getting settled and setting his bag in Hanamiya’s bedroom while the other boy makes tea in the kitchen, as is their routine. He heads back out to the main room and sits on the couch, waiting for tea patiently. 

It doesn’t take long for Hanamiya to come back out with two mugs that are steaming and smell nice. Handing one over to Teppei, he sits down beside him on the couch and sips his tea while it’s still what Teppei thinks is too hot. 

Without a word, Hanamiya slowly sinks into Teppei’s side, snuggling into him while he holds his mug with both hands. He always looks so... childish, when he gets like this. It makes Teppei want to scoop him up into a big hug and never let him go. 

Hanamiya breaks the silence first with a quiet, “Hey.” 

Teppei puts an arm around him and squeezes slightly. “Hey,” he responds in a similar volume. 

“So, I have a request for you today. Regarding sex.” 

Teppei chuckles at how direct Hanamiya always is about this topic. The requests he’s made in the past are usually intense but doable, and always involve Hanamiya being the one on the receiving end of some sort of pain. It’s entirely different from how he is on the court or in real life, but Teppei thinks this submissive side is probably his more honest face. “Alright. Let’s hear it,” he says brightly. 

But Hanamiya sinks deeper into the couch. “You’ll probably say no,” he says in a voice so low that Teppei almost doesn’t hear it. 

Smiling softly, “Have I ever denied you before?” 

Hanamiya shakes his head. “No, but this one is...” He bites his lip and Teppei tilts his head, curious as to what has made his partner so timid. He stays quiet and just lets Hanamiya process in the silence. 

After a few minutes pass like this, Teppei wonders if he’s going to have to say something after all. He squeezes his arm around the other boy and opens his mouth, but Hanamiya speaks before he can, hissing something under his breath that Teppei can’t make out. 

“What?” 

Hanamiya turns to him with a face that is set half in a glare and half in desperate pleading. “I said I...” He looks away, into his mug. “I want you to rape me,” he whispers, knuckles turning white as he holds tight to his tea. 

Teppei blinks. Processes what he heard and doesn’t react. He stares and thinks, watching as Hanamiya folds deeper into himself. Admittedly, this isn’t what he was expecting in the least. It’s the most extreme request Hanamiya has ever made, but it’s probably something that’s been on his mind for a while for him to actually bring it up. Teppei doesn’t want to shut him down, but he is still wrapping his mind around the idea that he would have to be the party on the other end. He isn’t sure he can successfully act that kind of part. 

“Will you say something?” Hanamiya asks after a little too much time passes. “Just tell me no so I can go crawl in a hole and die,” he grumbles and curls into a ball. 

Teppei breathes. “I’m not saying no,” he starts, watching as Hanamiya looks at him with a shocked expression. Teppei holds out his hand. “I’m not quite saying yes, either,” he adds, watching that expression fall into a glare again. “This is something we need to talk about before we do anything like try to act it out, okay? That’s all I mean. I don’t know why you want this and I don’t know what it is you want from this, so I can’t agree until we talk. So I’m not saying no, or yes. But will you talk to me about this please?” 

Hanamiya stares at his tea for a long few moments before he finally speaks. “Fine,” he says, clipped and sharp. “But... I don’t want to talk about why I want this right before we do it. It’s... you know, not fun shit to talk about.” 

That... makes Teppei extremely apprehensive. Has Hanamiya been sexually assaulted before? That could explain a lot about his behavior. But Teppei tries not to assume the worst yet and just carefully says, “That makes it sound like you have been through this before, in less than ideal circumstances.” 

Hanamiya’s face crumples a bit, still facing away. “Not exactly, but... Sort of? It wasn’t...” He shakes his head. “It wasn’t rape, what happened to me. But it’s made me think about it, I suppose.” 

Teppeis’s brows furrow and he stays calm despite the worry brewing in this stomach. “What did happen to you, then?” 

“This really isn’t the conversation I wanted to have tonight.” 

“Did you really think I would do this without talking it through?” Teppei asks, a little heated. “Don’t you know me better than that by now?” 

“I thought you would say no altogether! And if you want to talk logistics that’s fine. I just didn’t think you’d make me talk about my shitty past.” 

“Even if I had said no outright, I would still want to know where this request came from.” 

Hanamiya is silent for several long seconds before he finally opens his mouth. “What happened to me wasn’t rape,” he says slowly. “I was talked into having sex for the first time with someone who didn’t really care about me. It felt good, though. It wasn’t...” He sighs. “But it made me feel like shit for weeks. Maybe I still feel like shit about it,” he mutters. “And I thought, that maybe if you pretended to force me--if I could pretend that I didn’t want it--then maybe I would feel better.” 

In a roundabout way, it makes sense. But, “You know that I can’t change the past or what happened to you by acting it out now. I know you know that.” 

Hanamiya deflates. “I know. But I’m not asking you to recreate some tragic scene from my life. I want it to be new and different and with you. I want it to be something I enjoy, and I think I would, despite my past.” 

Teppei tilts his head. “You really think this is something you would enjoy?” he asks, trepidation clear in his tone. 

A nod. “It’s something I’ve thought about for a long time, before I even met you. I have things in my head about how it would go, and recently I just decided you were probably going to be the only person I could ever ask for this. Not because I think you’re capable of this kind of thing, but because I know you’re not. You won’t actually hurt me.” 

It’s sort of sweet, the way Hanamiya trusts him so much. “I won’t hurt you,” he confirms. “But it sounds like you know exactly how you want this to go and I’m still in the dark. I can’t guess so I need you to tell me the things you’d expect me to say and do.” 

Hanamiya’s face goes a little red and he tucks into Teppei’s arm a little. It’s weird to see him shy about sex, which he is normally so open about. Though this is a fantasy he’s been keeping secret for who knows how long, so that probably makes it harder to talk about. 

“I just want you to be--physical. And stuff. And tell me no. And then just--just take care of me afterwards...” 

Pretty vague parameters. Teppei hums. “I will handle aftercare,” he states, feeling confident enough with that piece of information. “But I’m afraid you’ll need to be a little more specific about things. For the verbal side, you want me to tell you no. I can do that, but do you also want me to ignore things like if you say to stop? We’ll need a safeword if that’s the case. We should probably have one regardless if we’re going to try anything this intense.” 

Hanamiya looks at him, dark eyes swimming with wonder. “So you’ll actually do this for me?” 

Teppei smiles at him. “If we can make it through this conversation and you still want to do it, then yes. But we have more to talk about first. Safeword?” 

“I’ll have to think for a second. But as for ignoring my demands to stop, yes. I don’t want you to listen to me at all during the whole thing. It doesn’t matter what I say, if it isn’t the safeword, I don’t want you to stop, okay?” 

That’ll be tough, but Teppei nods. “For the physical side, exactly how rough do you want me to be?” 

“Just don’t hold back.” 

Teppei shakes his head. He’s left marks and bites and bruises on Hanamiya before, but those were all under very controlled circumstances. With their height difference, he could do real damage if he isn’t holding back. He doesn’t want to leave the other boy looking like he’s actually been attacked. “No, I need guidelines. My full strength is not an option so set some rules please.” 

Hanamiya glares a little but nods. “I guess I should have expected that from you. But fine, take whatever strength you have deemed acceptable in the past and add a little more to it. I want to fight with my full strength so whatever it takes to hold me down. I don’t know how to quantify this sort of thing. You can leave marks, you can throw me around.” 

“I usually leave marks where they can’t be seen so your team doesn’t get suspicious,” Teppei points out. He reaches down and takes one of Hanamiya’s wrists in his hands. “If you are going to be resisting me holding you down then it will probably leave marks on your wrists. Is that something you want me to find a work around for or are you okay with marks here?” 

Hanamiya takes a shaky breath and bites his lip before replying in a whisper, “I want you to leave marks here. I’ll wear sweatbands to practice or something.” His hand tugs a little in Teppei’s grip and Teppei holds tight for a moment, testing the waters. 

Hanamiya starts breathing a little faster and tugs again, also seeming to be testing this out. His face drops into a more open expression, his brows pinching and his lips parting slightly open. His cheeks are tinged red and he stares at his captured wrist with something like stars in his eyes. He tugs harder and Teppei grips tight, watching this play out without a word. 

After several wired seconds pass by, he lets go. Hanamiya’s arm snaps to himself from how hard he was pulling it and he blinks at Teppei, red filling his face more fully. 

Teppei smiles at him. “So you really liked that,” he states. 

Hanamiya nods slowly. He licks his lips and then nods again. “Yeah,” he responds. “I did. And... did you?” 

Considering that, Teppei thinks it was pretty hot to see how much Hanamiya was clearly into what they were doing. But if the shorter boy is going to be acting like he doesn’t want it the whole time then that point blows away a bit. “I liked that you were getting turned on by it. Is that something you’re going to be pretending isn’t happening? Should I also pretend you aren’t enjoying it?” 

Hanamiya shakes his head. “No, I want you to acknowledge that I like it, and even ask or tell me that I like it. I’ll disagree, but that’s the point. I want to be able to deny it.” 

Teppei nods. Denying it is the point, he thinks to himself. He still doesn’t fully understand what turns Hanamiya on about this. He gets wanting to get some resolution from past events, but this seems to run deeper in him than that. Perhaps it’s the submission, which Hanamiya is so drawn to during their intimate times together. The shorter boy is dominant on the courts and off, as captain and coach of his team. It isn’t really shocking to Teppei that he would want to shed those responsibilities in bed. 

He leans into Hanamiya’s shoulder. “Are there other things you have in mind that I should specifically say to you?” 

“Not that I can think of right now but I’ll let you know if I think of anything else before we start.” 

Another nod. “And what we’re doing is obviously acting, so I was wondering if you wanted me to act as if I was someone else or if you wanted me to act as myself?” 

Hanamiya shakes his head quickly and says firmly, “Someone else. When it’s done I want you to leave the room and then come back as yourself.” He looks away for a moment. “Don’t leave for long,” he mutters. “Like only a couple seconds.” 

Teppei nods once more. He’s glad to hear he doesn’t have to act as himself for this. Distancing and becoming another persona is the most he can do for himself towards not accidentally going into a bad headspace. 

As for Hanamiya’s headspace, he asks, “Have you thought of a safeword yet?” 

A shrug and a tilted head. “Maybe... Basketball? It isn’t something either of us are likely to talk about in the heat of the moment.” 

Teppei chuckles a little. “No, I suppose we wouldn’t. If that’s what you’d like it to be then that’s what it’ll be.” 

Hanamiya curls in towards him. “There’s another layer I want to add to this.” His head tucks against Teppei’s chest, face out of view. “I want to pretend it’s my first time,” he mutters. 

Teppei blinks and thinks about that. He doesn’t get a chance to respond, though, because Hanamiya is quickly speaking again. 

“I know you probably think that’s too directly related to my past or whatever, and I don’t know exactly how you would work it in, plus I don’t know how you feel about that and--” 

“Hey.” Teppei taps Hanamiya’s shoulder firmly and pulls him away from his chest to look at him. “Let me respond before you start getting defensive about it.” 

A pout, but Hanamiya nods. 

“I don’t know exactly how to work it in either, but it’s fine if that’s a layer you want to add. I’ll work something out,” he says with a smile. 

Hanamiya melts against him. “Sometimes you’re so fucking nice. It makes me wanna punch you.” He tucks in tighter. 

Teppei huffs the tiniest laugh. He’s heard Hanamiya say that before, and he knows his genuine kindness is for some reason a trigger for Hanamiya’s sadism. Some form of extreme cuteness-aggression, or something. But for all that Hanamiya has these urges towards him, he never acts on them or does anything beyond mentioning them. Teppei has asked before if he wanted to switch things up in bed and be in charge for a night and had received a vehement denial. It looks for all the world like Hanamiya doesn't want to hurt him, and that he is holding back that feeling in him that tells him to break things. Teppei can’t help but wonder if this is what it looks like for Hanamiya to care about him. 

“So,” the shorter boy breaks the seconds of quiet that pass between them. “I guess I should have thought to ask this sooner, but you’re gonna be able to do this, right? Like... physically? I know this isn’t exactly your cup of tea and I don’t want you to not get hard because it’s making you uncomfortable.” 

That’s a valid question. “I think if we account for foreplay and prepping you then I can get into a place where it’s fine. So long as it’s clear that you are actually enjoying it despite what you say and do, I’ll be alright.” He rests his chin on top of Hanamiya’s head. “I don’t want you to think I’m doing this thing if I didn’t want to. I wouldn’t do it if I thought I would be uncomfortable during. It’s just acting, and as long as you promise to me that you’ll use the safeword if you need it then I can get behind liking this.” 

Hanamiya nods under him. “I promise about the safeword,” he states. 

“Good.” Teppei relaxes into the couch and some more time ticks by of just cuddling close. His mind turns things over and contemplates what they’ve talked about so far. A question comes to him and he asks, “If I’m not me then who am I to you for this? A stranger?” 

Shaking his head, Hanamiya says, “No, um... I have this idea that you are someone who has tried to get in my pants before and I said no. So then you decide to make me, while you’re here visiting.” 

That gives a little more context as to how Teppei should act while they do this. “Should we begin this in the bedroom or should I drag you there from out here?” 

Hanamiya shifts against him, gasping quietly. “Definitely drag me,” he whispers. Then, louder, “I didn’t even think about that. That’s hot.” 

A chuckle and Teppei nuzzles into Hanamiya’s hair. “I really like how much you’re into this. I can understand why you didn’t tell me sooner, but I am glad you found the confidence to share this with me. I hope I can make it what you hope it will be.” He hugs tight to his partner. Releasing him slightly, he leans back into the cushions of the couch. “We should probably eat. Could you stand to wait until after dinner for this, since I imagine we’ll both be exhausted afterwards?” 

A big sigh, but Hanamiya nods. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea, actually,” he mumbles. “Can we just order something? I don’t wanna get up until there’s food in front of me.” 

“Sure,” Teppei agrees easily. “How does sushi sound?” 

Another nod. “Yeah, that works for me. Will you call it in? I’ll pay.” 

Teppei moves to pull his phone from his pocket. At this point, he doesn’t mind letting Hanamiya pay for things. It’s been clear for a while he’s well off beyond what Teppei can really fathom, based on the size of his house and the way he offers to pay for anything they ever need. Teppei wonders what his parents do for work, to make this much money, but he’s never asked. 

He pulls up the menu for the sushi place and he and Hanamiya sort out what they’re going to order. Hanamiya asks about a particular sweet item on the menu and Teppei smiles and agrees to get it for him. He gets the order called in and then sets his phone down. 

“Do you think you’d rather save your dessert until we’re done with the scene tonight? I think that’s when you’ll really want it and need it.” 

Hanamiya seems to consider that. “Yeah, I guess,” he agrees reluctantly. 

“Also, do you have juice?” 

“Juice?” 

“For afterwards. You’ll need more than water and mochi to replenish your energy.” 

Hanamiya looks at him. “Planning on using me that hard, are you?” he asks, but there’s a look in his eye that says he really likes the idea. “Yes, I have orange juice.” 

“When I leave to return as myself, I’ll grab juice and your sweet to give to you. I won’t be gone long,” he promises. “And when I come back I’ll give you a massage to help soothe any sore muscles.” 

Hanamiya is quiet for a moment, looking down. After a few moments he opens his mouth. “I know what we’re gonna do is intense, but does it really call for this much aftercare?” He bites his lip. “We’re only pretending.” 

“But it is going to be a lot on your body and your mind, even if it is pretend,” Teppei points out gently. “Especially with how you’re trying to reconcile with your past using this, I think it’s very possible you’ll feel very mentally drained, in addition to the physical. Aftercare isn’t a reward for getting through an intense experience, it’s part of the experience. The coming back to yourself after an intense scene can feel unstable and wrong if someone isn’t there to guide you and help you take care of your physical needs.” 

Hanamiya is quiet again for a while. “Do you have... experience with intense scenes? It sort of sounds like you know what it’s like to go through one, on my side.” 

Teppei shakes his head. “The most intense stuff I’ve done is stuff I have done with you fulfilling your requests. But after you started requesting things I did some research into how it would feel on the submissive’s side. So I’m well read on it, but no, no experience.” 

Hanamiya nods. “You put a lot of effort into me.” 

Of course, we’re in a relationship, he wants to say. But he knows that Hanamiya doesn’t want to hear that. “I care about you,” he says instead, which he knows is just about as bad in Hanamiya’s eyes. 

The other boy makes a face as expected. But surprisingly, he doesn’t immediately say anything dismissive or snarky. He just bites his lip and sits there staring at his hands. 

Teppei frowns a little. “You okay?” 

“I just--” Hanamiya curls into himself a little more. “I know you care. That’s why I asked you to do this with me. But it isn’t-- I don’t--” He groans and faces away. “I don’t care about you,” he says to the floor. “Or I’m not supposed to,” he adds under his breath. 

Teppei stares at this person beside him who seems so confused and thinks before speaking. “I don’t care because I’m expecting you to care in return. I just do. I know you aren’t ready for a relationship and I won’t push on that. But I do care, so let me express that in the ways I know how, please.” 

Hanamiya nods slowly. “You’re really too fucking nice for your own good. This world is gonna disappoint you.” 

“I don’t think so,” Teppei argues. “I think being cynical or pessimistic can be helpful, when things are actually bad. But the world isn’t all bad all the time. There are times when optimism is called for, like moments of peace when things are okay, and there isn’t any need to think about the worst case scenario.” 

“I guess that makes sense. I suppose in my world things have been bad a lot of the time, so developing this pessimism was what I naturally did. Not a lot of moments of peace.” Looking up, “I don’t mean to be a downer.” 

Teppei smiles. “You aren’t a downer,” he tells the other boy. “And it takes time to adjust your world view. Don’t stress if things still feel grey and dim while you’re on your healing journey.” 

Hanamiya gives a sound like a snort. “You’re sweet, but you sound like a therapist.” 

“Therapy is something I would actually strongly urge you to consid--”

“Okay,” Hanamiya interrupts. “Thanks, but no. I know I have issues but I do not want to vent them to some stranger who I’m paying to listen to me. They wouldn’t actually care about me or my progress.” 

“After time they could,” Teppei argues, but he quickly adds, “I’m not trying to push you into therapy or anything else you don’t want to do. I only think that you could stand to talk about things with someone who knows how to handle it.” 

Hanamiya pouts. “Why can’t that be you?” 

“Because I’m not your therapist, I’m your partn--” he cuts off. “I’m your equal,” he amends. “I can of course be here for whatever it is you want to talk about, but to actually start healing and making progress is on you and the tools you have--like a therapist--and not me.” 

The pout increases, but Hanamiya nods. After a few tense seconds pass, he says, “I’ll think about it.” 

Teppei smiles and puts his arm around the other boy, settling close. They sit like that for a while longer without words until there’s a knock at the door. Hanamiya stands and grabs his wallet, heading to the door and paying for the food. He walks back carrying a plastic bag and makes his way to the kitchen table, where Teppei follows him. 

They get everything set out and dishes set up for soy sauce, colorful sushi rolls on each of their plates. They start eating and nothing much is said between them. They talk a little about school and homework, but overall eat together without much fuss. 

After most of the food is gone, Hanamiya slides his last piece over to Teppei. “You can have this; I’m full.” 

Teppei easily grabs the piece and pops it into his mouth, chewing and swallowing before saying, “Thanks. Did you enjoy everything?” 

A nod. “Yeah.” Hanamiya fidgets with his chopsticks. “Did you have any more questions about tonight before we get into it?” 

“Yeah, actually, I wanted to know something. I assume you’re going to want to get off during this. Should I take care of that, since I assume you wouldn’t be touching yourself in this kind of scenario?’

Hanamiya blushes a little. “Yeah, but... make me wait. Until after you get off.” 

Teppei smiles. “I can do that.” He starts gathering their dishes and trash. “What should my demeanor be like? I understand I should be rough but what should my attitude be?” 

Hanamiya helps gather their dinner stuff and they head to the kitchen. “What do you mean?” 

“Like...” Teppei thinks. “Should I be angry? Since you said you’ve denied me before. Or should I remain a little more calm?” 

“Don’t be angry,” Hanamiya says, shoulders curling in as he washes up the plates. He straightens out and adds, “I guess your attitude should be confident, like you know you’re going to get what you want whether I agree or not. I want you to... smile at me. And be thrilled that you finally got me in bed.” 

Teppei nods as he dries the plate he is handed. He puts it in the cabinet and waits for the next plate. Hanamiya hands it to him after it’s washed and he puts in it the cabinet as well. He turns to Hanamiya. “Do you want me to kiss you during or not?” 

The shorter boy looks like he’s considering that before he opens his mouth. “I would say yes, but sparingly. I won’t be able to help kissing back, so only do it a few times.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Teppei thinks hard for a moment longer and then asks, “Do you have questions before we start?” 

Hanamiya blinks at him. “Not really. Just...” He looks away. “Tell me you won’t think of me too differently after this.” 

That has Teppei blinking this time. “I don’t see or think of you any differently because of this. It’s information about you, but you are still you. You haven’t changed and neither has the way I look at you.” 

Hanamiya turns away, but Teppei can still see complicated emotions on his face. “If you say so.” 

Leaning down, Teppei presses a light kiss to the top of Hanamiya’s head. “I do say so,” he tells him. “I have one more question before we start this.” He waits for Hanamiya’s nod and goes on, “How do you want to begin? We should find a way to slip into the correct headspaces instead of just me dragging you to the other room right away.”

“We can make out,” Hanamiya replies. “And then you get handsy and I’ll ask to stop. Should escalate from there.” 

“Sounds like a plan. Do you want some time just cuddling to collect yourself?” 

Shaking his head, “I'm, um. Excited to start whenever you’re ready, actually.” 

Teppei smiles and nods. “Alright. Then let’s head to the couch.” He takes Hanamiya by the hand and leads them out to the couch. Before they sit, he takes Hanamiya’s face in both his hands and looks him directly in the eyes. “I know what I’m about to say is redundant. But I want you to hear it and have it at the front of your memory before we start this.” He takes a breath. “This is pretend,” he states slowly. “The second you want to actually stop, you have a way out that I will hear and listen to. Tell me what it is one more time so I know you know it.” 

Hanamiya’s gaze is cast to the side, cheeks red, but he mutters, “Basketball.” His eyes flick to Teppei. “I know this is pretend. But... thanks. For being... you, I guess.” 

It might be the nicest thing Hanamiya has said to him. He smiles wide and leans down to kiss Hanamiya on the lips firmly. He pulls back and then guides them to sit down on the couch. “You call it when you want to begin.” 

Hanamiya takes a deep breath, and then another, and then one more. He settles into the couch with his eyes shut, and his face changes subtly as he finds his headspace. Dark eyes open and look up. “Ready.” 

Teppei nods and moves slowly to start, reaching up to cup Hanamiya’s face and kiss him while he navigates his own head. He needs to slip into another character, one who is pushy and ready to act on any whim to get what he wants. It’s very unlike himself, but he will do it for Hanamiya. 

They both sink into the kiss easily, though there is an undercurrent going through it from the fact that they both know what it’s leading to. Teppei falls into this idea that he is about to take part in and starts the process by reaching his hand down to Hanamiya’s waist. 

The shorter boy shifts away from the touch and Teppei has to fight instinct in order to keep his hand in place, following after Hanamiya as he moves away. 

His hand finds its place and Hanamiya squirms but doesn’t outright try to remove it. His other hand falls from Hanamiya’s face and moves towards Hanamiya’s thigh, resting on top of it and pushing down slightly. 

Hanamiya shakes his head out of the kiss. “We’re just kissing,” he mumbles. 

Teppei blinks and then falls into his character, smiling as requested. “I am just kissing you,” he argues. Without letting Hanamiya get another word in, he leans forward to lock their lips once more. He gets a little more aggressive with the kiss, and lets his hand on Hanamiya’s waist slip up under the hem of his shirt to touch warm skin. Hanamiya twists his hips away, pushing back into the couch. Teppei follows him, lifting up onto his knees and looming over him. His hand under his shirt trails higher. 

Breaking the kiss again, Hanamiya gasps and pushes at Teppei’s shoulder. “Wait,” he says, voice breathy. 

“Why?” His hand at Hanamiya’s thigh inches upward, making the shorter boy’s legs clamp together. He looks at his partner’s face carefully, making sure this is all going how he wants it to. 

Hanamiya is gazing at him with dilated pupils and red cheeks. He’s breathing heavily but he looks excited. A glance downward shows he’s already hard, too. It sends a little thrill up Teppei’s spine that this is going well and that it’s working to turn Hanamiya on so much.

When Hanamiya doesn’t answer, Teppei moves to kiss him again, hands roaming and starting to push at Hanamiya’s clothes. He grips the bottom of his shirt and starts pulling, which seems to spark a fire in Hanamiya, who starts pushing at his shoulders again, breaking from the kiss by turning his head to the side. 

“You aren’t just kissing me. Stop messing around.” His voice sounds firm enough, but there’s a slight unevenness that makes Teppei think Hanamiya is really good at this acting thing. He would be, though, with how he likes to play and pretend on the court to mess with his opponents. 

Teppei smiles again. “No,” he responds, and then starts to actively try at Hanamiya’s clothes, hands moving to the button of his pants. Hands dart down to grip his wrists, but Hanamiya isn’t really strong enough to pull him away. 

“I said stop. I don’t wanna do anymore than kiss.” 

“Why?” Teppei asks again, hands stilling on the zip. He remembers one of the details he needs to work in and says in a low voice, “It isn’t like it’s your first time, is it?” 

Hanamiya shudders, closing his eyes for a second. When they open, they are dark and half lidded, focused entirely on Teppei. Red takes over his face and he looks away. “So what if it is? I said I don’t want to. I just wanted to kiss.” 

Teppei keeps his expression leaning towards a smile, starting to resume undoing Hanamiya’s pants. The hands at his wrists move to push at his shoulders, and he reaches up to grab one of them, pulling at it and suddenly leaning back to stand. He pulls Hanamiya with him, listening to the shout that brings. 

“Stop!” Hanamiya yells, flailing his limbs and twisting his body to make it harder on Teppei to pick him up. But with their difference in size, Teppei is only slightly hindered by this and manages to heft Hanamiya over his shoulder and he starts walking them towards the bedroom. 

“Fuck,” he hears Hanamiya whisper under his breath, and he smiles wide, moving into Hanamiya’s room and towards the bed. He tosses Hanamiya onto the mattress, watching him bounce and shout in surprise. He stares at Teppei for a second, eyes wide and chest heaving with shallow breaths. 

While Hanamiya is frozen, Teppei pulls his own shirt up over his head and tosses it to the side. He unbuttons his pants and starts to unzip them, which seems to jolt Hanamiya into speaking again. 

“W-what are you doing?” 

Teppei pauses, taking in the way Hanamiya’s eyes are darting between him and the door. He turns and slowly reaches a hand out, pushing at the door until it clicks shut. He faces Hanamiya again and replies, “Whatever I want to.” 

Hanamiya inhales a shaky breath and scoots back on the bed, curling up. But as much as he is drawing in, his face remains open and his eye contact doesn't waver. “Don’t,” he breathes. 

Grinning, Teppei continues to remove his pants, stepping out of them. He leaves his underwear on, mostly to hide the fact that he isn’t fully hard yet. He’s getting there, and he tries to sink into the things he is enjoying about this, like the way Hanamiya is looking at him. 

He steps towards the bed, slowly putting a knee up on it and then climbing on entirely. He moves on all fours towards Hanamiya, who frantically shoves himself back against the headboard. He kicks out and Teppei darts a hand out to reach for his leg, yanking on it and pulling his whole body down several inches. Hanamiya shouts again and scrambles to pull his leg away, but it is held tight in Teppei’s hand, which is large enough to wrap entirely around his ankle. 

“Get off me,” Hanamiya growls. 

“No.” 

He reaches up with his other hand to Hanamiya’s waistband, tugging and pulling his pants and underwear down his legs in jerking motions as feet fight and kick against him. He has to use both hands to get it done, letting go of Hanamiya’s ankle, but he does rid him of his bottoms and toss them across the room. 

Hanamiya pulls his legs to his chest and Teppei lets him for a moment, staring down at him to assess once more how his partner is feeling. He still appears to be enjoying things, is still looking Teppei in the eye as they do this and is still hard even as he tries to hide it, which reminds Teppei of the other layers he’s meant to fold into this. 

He grins and looks pointedly at Hanamiya’s lap. “You like this,” he states. 

Hanamiya shivers. “No I don’t,” he denies, legs pulling tighter to his chest. 

Teppei reaches out for his ankle again, snagging it and yanking until he can reach with his other hand to pin Hanamiya’s other leg by the thigh so his hips are open and his erection is exposed. “Look,” Teppei says quietly. “You do like this,” he insists. 

Shaking his head hard, Hanamiya yanks his ankle to try and free it, but the hand around it just holds tighter. “I don’t,” he argues. He kicks uselessly again. “Let go.” 

“No,” Teppei tells him. His hands leave Hanamiya’s legs and grab onto the bottom of his shirt, roughly pulling at it until Hanamiya lifts his arms and lets it slide over his head, leaving him nude. 

Hanamiya curls up into a ball when hands release him, but then in a flash he is up and darting across the bed, heading for what Teppei assumes is the door. A large hand catches Hanamiya’s wrist and tugs until it is pinned to the bed, pulling the rest of his body down too. He flails and thrashes, his free arm lashing out and connecting with Teppei’s shoulder to try and shove him away. 

Teppei grabs the offending hand and pins it down, maneuvering until he is holding both Hanamiya’s wrists above his head with one hand, sitting on his thighs to hold his legs down. With his free hand, Teppei touches Hanamiya’s chest, trailing down to his stomach and then further down to his waist. He curls his fingers around a sharp hipbone, digging into the skin to try and leave a mark that Hanamiya will enjoy. 

The shorter boy hisses and bucks his body, held fast to the bed. “Fuck, get off of me,” he groans. 

Teppei leans down, letting his lips brush Hanamiya’s ear as he replies in a deep tone, “No.”  

Hanamiya lets out a sound that is almost like a moan, hips hitching. He shuts his eyes and his head pushes back into the mattress. “Fuck,” he whispers, and then slowly opens his eyes again. When he looks at Teppei, his eyes are big and alight with obvious lust. 

Letting go of Hanamiya’s hip, Teppei reaches towards the bed side table and pulls open the drawer, retrieving from it a little bottle, which he sets on Hanamiya’s stomach. 

The shorter boy looks down at the lubricant placed on his belly and he freezes, eyes wide. “What is that for?” he asks, voice barely there. 

Teppei smiles again, mostly because Hanamiya acting like a blushing virgin is a little ironic, given that when they started this thing between them he already had vastly more experience than Teppei did. Teppei has wondered before where this experience came from, if Hanamiya had a previous relationship or not, but he hasn’t really asked and when he has he’s received no answers beyond a glare. 

Pushing that from his mind for now, Teppei flexes his fingers around Hanamiya’s wrists. He acknowledges the question he was asked by answering plainly, “I’m going to fuck you.” 

Hanamiya starts squirming again, pulling his arms pointlessly. “No!” he shouts, twisting in a futile attempt to free himself. 

Teppei shifts, moving his legs until his knees are between Hanamiya’s, spreading the shorter boy’s thighs. He tangles their legs together, locking his own on top so Hanamiya has no chance of being able to shut his. He grabs the lube and thinks for a moment about how to do this one handed. He flicks the cap open and then just drizzles it onto Hanamiya’s stomach so he can wipe his fingers through it. 

Hanamiya squeaks as this happens. “You just--” he cuts off. He’s blushing again, and this time it looks genuine and not part of the act. His eyes flick between the mess on his stomach and Teppei’s slicked hand. He swallows and then seems to find his character again, saying, “Don’t. I don’t want to.” 

Moving his hand down between Hanamiya’s legs, Teppei smiles. “But I do.” He places his finger against Hanamiya’s entrance and tells him, “You need to relax.” 

Hanamiya shakes his head, but his body does loosen and some tension appears to drain out of him. In contrast, he looks up at Teppei with a desperate expression. “D-don’t...” 

Teppei waits a beat longer and then responds by beginning to push inside with a single finger. 

A gasp and a shout and then Hanamiya is moaning loudly, throwing his head back. He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a shaking inhale, letting it out through his teeth. “Feels weird,” he mutters. 

“You’ll get used to it,” Teppei assures him. He pushes in until he’s to the base of his finger and then starts to pull out, repeating the process at a slow pace. Even if this is meant to be rough, he doesn’t want to hurt his partner by being hasty in this area. 

Hanamiya makes another noise, starting to wiggle around again. Teppei decides now is a good time for his limited kissing, and he leans down to place his lips roughly to Hanamiya’s. He licks into his mouth and doesn’t give him a chance to reciprocate, being aggressive and dominating the kiss to the best of his ability. 

Teppei swallows down all the noises that creep from Hanamiya’s mouth, enjoying kissing him and feeling himself get slightly harder as a result. He ignores it for now, focused on holding Hanamiya’s wrists and also preparing him. 

It doesn’t take long for Hanamiya to feel loose enough to put in a second finger, so Teppei pulls from the kiss and withdraws his hand to swipe it through more lube from Hanamiya’s stomach. His hand returns and he pushes inside with two of his fingers, watching his partner’s face carefully. 

Hanamiya’s mouth is dropped open, brows pinched, and there’s a look like he’s having the time of his life sparkling in his eyes. 

Teppei smiles at him. “You do like this,” he brings up again. 

Hanamiya musters up a glare, arms pushing against the hand holding them down. He pulls and fights but gets nowhere, falling back into the bed with a sigh after several moments of resisting. He shakes his head. “I don’t like it. I want you to stop.” 

Teppei chooses that moment to curl his fingers, searching for the spot inside his partner that will light him up with pleasure. He finds it to the sound of Hanamiya letting out a shout that is nearly a scream. The shorter boy jerks and shakes and angles his hips away. “W-what... was that?” 

Another smile. “Your prostate.” 

Biting his lip, Hanamiya stays quiet for a moment. Then, quietly, “Get off of me.” 

“I think you know by now that isn’t going to happen.” 

Teppei spreads his fingers apart inside Hanamiya to make him make more noise. It works, with Hanamiya letting out a shouted, “Fuck!” 

He pulls his hand back to gather more lube again, resuming stretching with three fingers this time. He can feel that he’s actually totally hard by now, and he presses his hips forward to brush his erection against Hanamiya’s leg. 

Hanamiya’s dark eyes widen as they look down and take in what is rubbing against him. He huffs out a noise and jerks his body. “Get that away from me,” he spits. 

Teppei’s mouth pulls into a grin. “It’s going inside of you so you should get used to it.” 

“You won’t actually do that,” Hanamiya says, but his voice carries no conviction. 

Teppei lets a laugh bubble from his chest. “I won’t?” he asks sardonically. He pushes his fingers in deep for a second to the sound of a high pitched moan and then pulls them out. He moves to pull down his own underwear, getting his hips sticky with lube as he works one handed to remove them. His other hand is still tight in Hanamiya’s wrists, surely leaving bruises. 

He slips through the mess on Hanamiya’s stomach one more time to get enough lube to cover his erection, stroking over himself a few times as he stares down at Hanamiya. 

“D-don’t,” the shorter boy protests. “Please... You can’t,” he whispers. 

Teppei moves to line up. “I can,” he refutes. A beat passes where he stares and observes as hard as he can, making sure that all he sees is enjoyment from Hanamiya and no discomfort. Satisfied with the look on his partner’s face, he begins to push in, letting out a grunt as he does. His head falls forward and he has to pick it up with effort to watch Hanamiya as he pushes into him. 

Hanamiya throws his head back and his mouth drops open, but no sound comes out. He arches his back and lets out a belated noise, something deep and guttural that breaks partway through into a squeaking moan. His arms fight and pull against the hold on them, his hips dancing as he tries to push into and pull away from the intrusion. He gasps as his jerking just shoves it deeper, breath coming out in shaky bursts. 

Teppei pauses when he is halfway in, letting Hanamiya get used to it. He runs his lube slick hand over the other boy’s chest, sliding up his arms so he can grab one wrist in each hand. Instead of pinning them above his head, he brings them down a bit, bending Hanamiya’s elbows and pressing his hands to the bed on either side of his head. 

Hanamiya pushes at the hold on his arms for a moment, but the fight doesn’t last long. He groans and kicks his legs a bit, accomplishing nothing. “Stop,” he whines. 

“No,” Teppei tells him again. He continues his push in, listening to the way Hanamiya moans. As he seats fully, he grinds in deep and lets out his own noise, a deep sound of satisfaction. 

Hanamiya jerks and shudders, breathing stilted and uneven. He shakes his head. “Too much...” he mumbles, turning his head into his arm. His eyes stay on Teppei’s face, though, which is a good sign. 

Giving an experimental thrust, Teppei twitches his hips back and then forward, drinking in the sound of Hanamiya’s shouted gasp. He does the motion again, and then again, and then moves a little more fluidly until he is properly fucking into the other boy. He’s not rough yet, but that will come. For now he just moves steadily and evenly, shutting his eyes for a second to just feel it. 

His eyes open when Hanamiya’s arms jerk again. Dark eyes look up at him, lidded at half. There is little to nothing Hanamiya can do about his position now that he’s been penetrated, so Teppei lets go of his arms so he can fight back a little if he wants. 

It takes a couple seconds, but Hanamiya lifts his arms and pushes them weakly against Teppei’s shoulders. He even bats at him a couple times, barely there punches that don’t hurt. 

Teppei smiles at him and bucks into him with a particular thrust, angling his hips and searching. He finds what he’s looking for, with Hanamiya jumping and arching under him with a shout. He moves a little faster, a little rougher, and Hanamiya starts coming to life, twisting and turning and trying to get away, his hands pushing at Teppei’s hips now like he can stop the powerful moves they are making. But it is a useless effort, and Teppei keeps ramping it up. 

He leans down and presses a rough kiss to Hanamiya’s lips, following him as he tries to turn his head away until the shorter boy gets locked into the kiss and melts. He pulls away moments later, panting and starting to sweat at his lower back from all this activity. 

Hanamiya is also panting, chest heaving gulps of air. He stares at Teppei and pushes harder at his hips. “Stop,” he mutters. 

Teppei doesn’t verbally respond. He just speeds up and moves his hands to Hanamiya’s chest, pushing him hard into the bed. He leans his weight forward, making it harder for the shorter boy to draw air. 

Even without proper breath, Hanamiya lets out a moan and shuts his eyes for a second, throwing his head back. His lids open and he looks up with glittering eyes. 

Teppei feels a stirring in his gut and he moves even rougher with his hips, abdomen and core working to push him harder and faster. His thighs burn a little and he’s sweating a bit more now. But he doesn’t stop, chasing after that feeling in his stomach. He thrusts and groans and keeps his eyes on Hanamiya. 

Leaning close, he presses his forehead to Hanamiya’s. They breathe each other’s air and their noises intermingle in the scant space between them. Teppei moves one hand down to Hanamiya’s wrist, pinning it to the bed once more. With his other hand, he holds onto Hanamiya’s hip, ready to get him off the second he finishes himself. 

Which isn’t going to be long. He gasps as he feels the wave start to approach, shouting a moan as it crashes over him. His hand moves to Hanamiya’s erection before he’s even fully finished, jerking him off quickly and without holding back. 

Hanamiya arches and shouts, veering almost into a scream as he shoots out a mess onto both of their chests and laps. He shakes and lets out leftover sounds as the aftershocks work their way through him. After some seconds he melts into the bed completely. His eyes shut and he inhales deeply. 

Teppei gathers himself the best he can. He needs to leave and come back and take care of his partner. He pulls out carefully, slipping off the bed onto sore legs. His bad leg twinges, but he says nothing as he moves to the door, opening it and heading out to the kitchen. He grabs juice, water, and Hanamiya’s dessert. Quickly, he returns to the bedroom. 

He peeks in. Hanamiya is right where he left him, still sprawled out on the bed with his eyes shut. 

Teppei swallows down any anxiety and steps closer to the bed. “Hanamiya?” he calls out. He isn’t sure if his touch would be welcome yet so he doesn’t do more than stand next to the bed. 

Dark eyes blink open and Hanamiya slowly turns to face him. “Kiyoshi?” he mumbles. 

Teppei breathes in sharply, feeling his heart pull. “Yeah, it’s me. I have some things here for you. Can I join you on the bed?” He puts the items on the side table. 

It takes a second, but Hanamiya nods. When Teppei climbs on, the shorter boy instantly clings to him, shaky and weak arms moving to hug around him haphazardly. Teppei immediately shifts so he can pull Hanamiya into his lap, wrapping his arm around him tightly. He leans his back against the headboard and settles. “If I hand you some water would you be able to sip at that for me?”

Another delayed nod. Teppei grabs the water and holds it out in front of Hanamiya, who takes it in both hands and sips at it slowly. 

Time ticks by and Teppei bites back asking if Hanamiya is okay, knowing that the other boy’s brain is probably floating in chemicals right now and isn’t clear enough to answer that yet. He just holds him close and when half of the water is gone he takes the cup and replaces it with the juice. Hanamiya sips at that as well, breathing getting slower and deeper. He snuggles harder against Teppei and after a little more time passes he turns over his shoulder enough to look at him. 

Teppei smiles gently. “Hey,” he tries. 

“Hey,” Hanamiya replies softly. His eyes flick to the table. “Can I have mochi now?” 

Teppei smiles more fully and nods. “Of course.” He reaches over for the mochi and hands it over. Hanamiya unwraps it and takes a bite, humming and sinking back into Teppei. Minutes tick by and Hanamiya finishes his dessert, collapsing back onto Teppei with a sigh when he’s done. 

Finally, Teppei feels it’s okay to ask, “How are you feeling?” 

Hanamiya nods. “Good. Wasn’t sure how I felt for a minute but I feel okay now.” His head falls back against Teppei’s shoulder. “How are you? 

Teppei’s chest unwinds and he relaxes knowing he didn’t accidentally retraumatize Hanamiya. “I’m fine.” His bad leg pulses with another twinge and he winces. 

Hanamiya narrows his eyes at him. “You’re not fine. What’s wrong? Did I--?” 

“You didn’t do anything,” Teppei says to cut that off before it starts. “It’s just my knee.” 

“Oh.” 

He shrugs and holds Hanamiya closer, expecting that to be the end of it. 

But Hanamiya shifts so he’s turned facing Teppei while still in his lap. “Look,” he starts. “Your leg--” 

“Hanamiya--”

“Would you let me just--?” Hanamiya cuts himself off, waving a hand. “I know I don’t have to say anything and that maybe things would be normal and fine if I didn’t, but... I want to. So would you let me?” 

Teppei blinks and then nods silently. 

Hanamiya takes a breath. “Your leg is something that I think about and have thought about almost daily since it happened. Mostly I thought of it fondly. You’re the only one I’ve ever hurt so bad and I never stop remembering how it felt to make it happen. But... that feeling is something that...” He bites his lip. “I like the feelings I get more when I think about the fact that you like me despite everything I did. I don’t want to fuck it up so I just never talk about your leg. I thought I could avoid it forever. But this feeling now...” He pulls a hand to his chest. “I don’t like it. I don’t like that I... hurt you. So permanently.” 

That... is an apology? From Hanamiya? Teppei stares and doesn’t reply for a bit. He thinks hard and processes what he heard. He’s come to terms with the state of his knee, but hearing this now is doing odd things to his brain. He isn't sure what to make of it or how to feel. 

Slowly, he says, “I used to be angry about it. I was angry at you and I was angry at the world. But,” he takes a breath. “I learned to move past the anger. I dug deep into my emotions and relearned to feel peace at the same time I relearned to walk. Both were a process, and not easy ones. But I made it through and I’m not angry anymore. It is what it is, and that’s okay. I get to play basketball with my team the rest of this year and that’s good enough for me.” 

Hanamiya makes a noise. “You can’t play after this year?” 

“I could wait and take a year off and do surgery to be able to play in the future, but that would mean I couldn’t play with my team I have now. They need me. This is the decision I made.” 

Hanamiya is quiet and then his face wrinkles. “You care that much about your team?” 

A nod. Teppei thinks of Hyuuga for a moment but pushes it away because it’s too painful to think about how his captain will never want him. Besides, he’s happy with Hanamiya. He sheds these thoughts and says, “My team is everything to me. And playing with them now is more important to me than a career in basketball.” 

“I really fucked up a lot for you, though...” 

Teppei shakes his head. “You saw that my leg was already hurting, which is why I assume I became your target. There’s no telling how it would have worsened on its own even without your team’s intervention. And that’s life; there is no knowing how things will turn out. Anything else could have happened to my leg and I would have to do the same steps to recover. There’s no use being mad about the how or why of things happening.” 

Hanamiya seems to take that in, sitting quietly. Long moments later, he says, “You’re not like most people. Most people would be mad, for a long time. It just takes some getting used to that you don’t hate me for what I made happen.” He looks away. “I don’t want you to hate me. I like when you like me and are happy with me.” 

“I don’t hate you, Hanamiya. I do like you and I want to be closer with you.” 

“Closer how?” 

Teppei feels his heart thumping in his chest. “I want to be in a relationship with you. A proper one that I can tell my friends about. I know it’ll take time to get them to come around to you, but I’m sick of hiding you from the people I care about.” 

Hanamiya looks shocked. “Even if you don’t hate me I think your friends do. That sounds... scary. But I’ll do it, if that’s what you really want.” He pauses. “Your team really does probably hate me. How are you going to get them to come around?” 

Teppei shifts closer, arms holding tight to his partner. “I would have to talk to them a lot first, but then I would probably introduce you to them and have you say whatever it is you wish to say to them that you feel would help them change their minds.” He squeezes Hanamiya. “That may or may not need to look like an official apology. My coach will want to hear that from you as a coach yourself, professionally. If you do that then I think she will start to see you in a better light.” 

Hanamiya shakes his head. “Not everyone is as forgiving as you are,” he says. “What if my apology isn’t enough and they won’t let us be together?” 

Teppei’s heart clenches at the thought that Hanamiya really wants to be with him. “My team are good people. Even if some of them may take longer to sort their anger than others, I can guarantee they won’t do anything to make me unhappy. And being with you makes me happy. I’ll explain that to them.” 

Biting his lip, Hanamiya seems to take that in. After a bit, “Sorry tonight messed with your leg. I didn't think about the effort it would take for you to do everything.” 

Teppei gives a small smile. “It’ll pass. I just need to take it easy tomorrow and Sunday and then I’ll be all set for practice when the week starts back up.” He leans his head back against the headboard for a moment. “Was tonight everything you were wanting it to be?” 

“Yeah, it was. You were great. It was really hot.” 

“Good.” He sighs and runs his hands up and down Hanamiya’s arms. “Was there anything you wanted to say or ask after everything?” 

Hanamiya doesn’t say anything for a second, squirming in Teppei’s lap a bit. “I guess...” he starts. “I guess I want to say thanks. For doing this for me. Like you said I know this doesn’t change the past or what happened to me, but I’m hoping I can start to address these feelings I have about... that guy.” 

Teppei sits with that and then says, “This guy was in your life for more than this one instance of talking you into sex, wasn’t he?” 

Hanamiya nods. “We were... together. Sort of. Not really. We weren’t friends and we weren’t in a relationship. But we did sleep together often and he did make me uncomfortable on more than one occasion. I couldn’t leave him until we just parted ways after graduation.” 

Letting that sink in, Teppei wonders aloud, “This happened to you in middle school, then?” That’s tragic, for Hanamiya to have been pressured into things he wasn’t ready for at an age like that. Teppei holds him tighter. “This is someone who is gone from your life now?” 

“Sort of. He’s still around, I suppose, just at another school. You’d know him, he plays basketball. A certain glasses wearing fuck who moved on to Touou Academy.” Hanamiya sounds like he’s attempting to make his voice firm, but it’s a little uneven. 

Teppei knows who he is talking about, though. He’s picked up bad vibes from that guy, but he never thought it went to depths like pushing on another person’s consent. He presses a kiss to the back of Hanamiya’s neck. “Thank you for telling me. We can talk as much or as little about that at times whenever you are ready to.” 

Hanamiya nods. “I think I don’t wanna talk about it right now.” 

“That’s okay. We should probably get you into the shower and both of us into bed.” 

Facing Teppei again, Hanamiya pouts, “Shower with me?” 

Teppei smiles. Luckily Hanamiya’s huge house has an equally huge bathroom and the shower is plenty large enough to hold the two of them, even with Teppei’s size. “Alright,” he agrees, and shifts to start moving them to standing. It’s a shaky affair, with Hanamiya unsteady until he finds his strength, but then they get into the bathroom and start the shower. 

They both step in and Teppei groans as the hot water pours over his aching muscles. He pulls Hanamiya to his chest and shuts his eyes, standing and letting a wave of contentedness wash over him. He’s happy with how things went tonight. He’s happier still that Hanamiya has agreed to try and make a relationship happen with him. And it will take work, of course, but all relationships do. Teppei is at peace knowing what work he has ahead of himself to make this a relationship that is healthy for the both of them, and he hopes Hanamiya can find his own version of peace as well.