Tobio and Shoyo are currently sat at home, lying in bed and cuddling after their important match today. Sure, they lost against Argentina in the Olympic finals but that still gained them silver. It wasn’t gold but it felt good. They are currently spooning, Tobio’s front pressed against Shoyo’s back and his arms around his waist. The smaller man is currently on his phone, which glows in the dark lighting of their bedroom

“Shoyo.. what are you doing..?”

Tobio asks with a murmur, the ginger’s head tucked under his chin