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they knew of each other beforehand, had seen each other at other parties. but they had never talked at length before, acquaintances of a friend's friend. in fact, satori was pretty sure for a while that terushima disliked him.
but they somehow end up the last two at a coffee table with a bong on it, and satori's probably had a hit too many. terushima doesn't seem much better, but satori's still pretty sure that terushima's not quite as high as he is. with how open and lucid satori feels, he doesn't even hesitate before scooting from the loveseat over to the couch, while terushima watches in surprise. satori plucks the bong up, shoving it into tersuhima's lap, sitting probably a little too close, not even registering the fact while he presses his side into terushima's. all he knows right now is that terushima is not as high as he is, and he wants company.
"hit?" he says.
terushima laughs a little, his eyebrows still raised, and takes the bong. satori sighs in satisfaction watching terushima light the side of the bowl and pull up a nice big hit of milky smoke, inhaling it all in one go, taking to a knife to his lungs in the process. satori pats him on the back sympathetically while he hacks. "you're warm," he says, without thinking. he leans his head on terushima's back, and eventually, the cacophony satori's hearing from the source, with his ear pressed against terushima's lungs, comes to a close. yuuji chugs some water and sits back gently. satori sits up a little only to take his head from the back of terushima to the front, pressing in close again. he's always been affectionate high.
terushima doesn't seem to mind at all. he lets satori curl up against him, throwing both arms over the back of the couch, laying one over satori to keep him close. he's staring glassily at the ceiling. that won't do.
terushima makes a little noise when satori grabs his chin and pulls him down to meet his eyes. now his eyebrows return to his hairline, seeming almost too high to start a conversation.
satori giggles in his face. "hi."
terushima laughs too. "hi."
"I'm really high," satori says emphatically.
terushima laughs again, the sound pulled out of him. "i can tell."
satori groans. "oh, is it my eyes? they do kinda hurt."
terushima slaps his hand before he can reach his face, which is an impressive reaction time for someone who's halfway to the moon. then again, satori is also wildly impaired. "don't rub," terushima says. "just close them for a minute."
satori's eyes slip closed, but he keeps his face up, because it would be rude and unsatisfying to end the conversation there. "how high are you?"
terushima chuckles. "i don't know man. pretty high."
"like, i wanna sleep high? or i wanna spend thirty minutes watching a fish tank high?"
"i have definitely done that sober," he says.
satori laughs. "do you get more honest when you're high?"
"oh, for sure," he says, slumping down further. they are going to melt into one puddle on the couch, satori thinks deliriously. the mental picture he makes of it melts too, as his closed eyes roll back in his head. terushima is so warm. "all my walls come down, i feel like i can actually talk for once."
satori smiles. "tell me more."
"well," he starts, trying to shimmy more upright, "it's hard for me to talk to people without /thinking/ what I'm talking about, you know?"
satori gasps, pushing terushima slightly with his open palm against his ribs. "i know /exactly/ what you're talking about."
terushima laughs, one part humor and two parts glee. "yeah, that. when I'm sober, i get really nervous, and i start spewing bullshit to make me feel like I'm being the person i wanna be."
"hmm," satori hums sagely.
"and like," terushima groans. "yeah, that gets old."
satori lets his eyes drift open. terushima is staring at satori's knee. "take a break, then," satori says.
terushima smiles, leaning his head back against the cushion. "thanks."
satori lets his head fall against terushima's warm, solid chest. it sounds kind of hollow. his heartbeat is deep and steady, echoing through his lungs.
satori wakes up in the same place, probably about twenty minutes later, to wakatoshi pressing lightly on his shoulder. satori is still tremendously high, but lucid enough to wake up and ask "whatcha doin, wakatoshi-kun?"
wakatoshi stands up straight, eyes not even straying to terushima, as if this is a position he finds satori in every day. "do you want to come back to the dormitory with me? bokuto says you can stay, if you like, as well."
satori's eyes fall closed on their own. "thanks, wakatoshi. I'm gonna stay, then."
"okay," wakatoshi says. "i will see you sometime."
satori nods, rubbing his cheek back and forth against terushima's warm bulk. he's fast asleep. "sometime."
yuuji wakes up feeling sunbathed; pressed, heavy, and delirious. and hungry. the house sounds empty, and though some of the lights are still on, no one's around on this floor, as far as he can tell.
he needs to eat something right now, his hindbrain reminds him. he tries his best to sit up, even underneath tendou, but his arms are so heavy and his right one might actually be asleep, pinned underneath. he takes a few deep breaths, flexing his fingers and toes, stretching just to feel his limbs open up.
he looks down at where tendou's laying on him, face smushed into his hoodie. he's going to have lines in his skin when he gets up, yuuji can tell. they're surrounded by a little pocket of warmth, and yuuji is loathe to disturb it, but his priorities are with his stomach right now, so he powers through it.
he gently slides out from underneath tendou, who wakes up halfway through. damn. "hey," yuuji whispers.
tendou groans and props himself up with his arms, letting yuuji slip out and stand before sitting up fully himself. his eyes are still closed. his face is crisscrossed with red imprints. yuuji smiles.
the light in the kitchen is still on, and drinks still line the counter. yuuji stacks a couple of cups to make room to build a sandwich.
tendou walks in when terushima begins to tear into a bagel with both hands, having completely forgotten his half-made sandwich. he lights up a little when he sees it, pointing at it as if for permission. yuuji nods.
tendou finishes the sandwich and eats it while yuuji downs three bottles of water in a row.
"wow," tendou says, chewing. "that was seriously impressive."
yuuji snorts. he's sobering up, a little. "thanks."
tendou rocks back and forth a little, against the counter. "sorry for falling asleep on you," he laughs.
yuuji smiles. "it was a really good nap, actually."
tendou smiles back.
"fuck, i gotta walk back to campus," tendou whines. they're trying to sort through the last of the coats left behind, having lost their own in the mix. "it's like eight minutes. and it's cold as balls."
yuuji laughs. "i can walk you back."
"then where will you go?"
yuuji thinks for a second. "fuck," he says. "i dunno."
tendou throws his coat back on the pile as soon as he finds it, groaning and stretching his arms above his head. "why don't we just stay here? bokuto said we could, and we won't have to figure this shit out until tomorrow."
"you don't have class or anything?"
tendou shrugs. "we'll see if i even feel like going."
yuuji laughs. "yeah, okay."
"couch?"
yuuji nods, yawning. he toes his shoes back off.
the morning is bright and cold, and satori does /not/ feel like going to class, but bokuto does, so he's kicking the stragglers out to clean up before he gets ready. satori trudges back through the neighborhoods back to the dorm, looking forward to having the room to himself. wakatoshi's a good roommate, but he has class this morning anyways, so satori can pass out in peace.
he remembers, for a moment, the new contact he has in his phone, and smiles.
he sees terushima again at the next house party bokuto throws. it's after finals, this time, and everyone is looking forward to getting mildly wasted and breathing their last sighs of relief.
terushima doesn't approach him, so satori decides to be brave and walks up first instead, side-stepping his way into the conversation he's having with kuroo.
"whatsup, tendou," kuroo slurs a little.
"hey, man. you doing good?"
kuroo nods. "got through it," he waxes.
"proud of you, bro," terushima adds.
"thanks," kuroo smiles, drunkenly. "gotta piss now."
"see ya."
kuroo nods, walking away. terushima turns to satori, grinning. "wanna go smoke some?"
satori smiles. "sure, dude."
they make their way to the same coffee table as last time, taking their respective seats at the circle, and satori coasts for a while, biding his time. terushima does the same, seemingly, passing up on a few hits while the bong makes its rounds. satori's heart flutters a little in hope, and he doesn't squash it.
they're not next to each other, but like last time, the circle gets smaller and smaller as the party wears on around them, until it's terushima and a sleepy fukunaga on the couch, and satori alone on the loveseat. this time, terushima stands up first, bringing the bong over with him. he looks a little sheepish, but it doesn't stop him from dropping down into the seat close next to satori. he leans back, making room for him, and leans in again when he's settled.
"you wanna start?" he asks, holding out the lighter.
satori takes it. "sure." he lights what little is left, sucking until he has a decent enough hit to get him started. as he's breathing out, in a stream to the side which terushima's eyes briefly follow, he says, "we should hang out in the day sometime."
terushima nods. "yeah, we should. one sec."
he burns up what's left of the bowl, finishing it all the way, and sets the bong back on the table, letting the smoke drift from his lips slowly. satori is helpless himself but to be mesmerized by the rolling of the waves over terushima's lips.
"we should get lunch," terushima says. satori blinks for a second, trying to fully understand what he'd said.
get lunch , satori mouths.
terushima laughs. "we don't have to, if you don't wanna."
satori shakes his head. "that's fine with me. just not what i expected you to say, i guess."
terushima shrugs. "isn't that what people do?"
satori laughs, letting his head take its first dip towards terushima's shoulder. "what, people our age?"
"our age," terushima teases, rolling his eyes. "whatever."
"what!" satori demands. he grabs terushima's forearm, squeezing for emphasis. "you practically suggested brunch ," he says, scandalized.
"oh, and that would absolutely kill you, right?"
satori nods. "hate being up so early."
terushima chuckles a little, and the warm shake of his chest pulls satori right in. but before he dives for the world's best pillow, he pulls back a little. "should i pack another?" he asks, gesturing to the bong.
"nah," terushima says. "I'm good for now."
satori nods and lets his head thud into terushima's pecs. "alright."
terushima sighs like being headbutted in the sternum is the best feeling in the world, pulling one leg up underneath him and resting his weight against satori's. satori sighs in response.
"man," a voice says behind them. "you're in the exact same spot, too."
satori turns his head to see bokuto, trash can in one hand, and beer in the other. "we were on the couch, actually."
bokuto throws his head back and laughs. "whatever. don't do anything nasty to my couch," he says, beginning to walk away. "oh! and do not spill that fucking bong. i think someone did last time and it still smells on the rug," bokuto laments. he turns to walk off again, trash can and beer swaying in his hands. "oh!" he says again. he hits satori in the forehead gently, but not too gently, with the bottom of his bottle. "and don't steal anymore of my fucking cheese. bastard."
he walks off for real then, not before satori sticks his tongue out in retaliation.
they don't fall asleep together, that night. they do smoke another bowl, though. then satori lets wakatoshi cajole him back to the dorms for a proper night's sleep. terushima follows him to the door like a new puppy.
"text me when you get home," he says, lowly, while satori's tying his shoes.
satori stands, smiling at him. "i will. thanks."
terushima nods. satori thinks about it for a second, and then chooses not to think about it, and leans in to kiss him on the cheek the second he's turning to walk out the door.
"see you!" he shouts over his shoulder. he has to jog to catch up to wakatoshi. he doesn't look to see terushima's reaction.
yuuji's face will not back down from the fire-hot blush he's been sporting for ten whole minutes alone in the upstairs bathroom.
made it home ! :3 the text says.
when do you want to do lunch, the text says. yuuji looks down at his phone for a long time. he's realised that he likes tendou, a lot. and tendou kissed him last time anyways, so he thinks he ought to go for it. he would waste more time wondering how it came to be tendou he was after, but it doesn't feel worth it, so he doesn't.
are you free tomorrow? he sends back.
"eleven o'clock is brunch," tendou says, climbing into yuuji's car.
"thought you said you didn't like to be up this early," yuuji says, instead of answering tendou's bait.
"yeah, well, you offered me the opportunity to eat off campus, so."
yuuji looks over satori for a second. he's got jeans, a hoodie, and a jacket on. his hair is down, and greasy. he's got pretty deep bags under his eyes, and his hands are stuffed into his pockets. his eyes and nose are red from the cold. he looks good.
yuuji puts his hand on the back of satori's seat to back out of the parking spot. he does not miss the way tendou bites his lip.