Biceps are attractive, right? you can’t say i’m wrong here. we’ve all stared a little too long at a person’s arms ‘cause they’re hot goddamnit. so, uh, don’t call me freaky when i say Hajime’s arms are big and like i’d like to be between them for my birthday.

then again, in this, you feel the same way. so, again, don’t call me freaky. at least i’m not as freaky as the rainbow dash jar incident (elite ball knowledge).

anyway!

you came to watch Hajime practice. why not? he asked you to, anyway. his mom invited you over for dinner, so you might as well go home with him. you were a little absentminded during practice, of course. volleyball may or may not be your thing but his practice is kind of boring right now.

when a ball comes barreling at you, Hajime caught it. you guys moved on. When he hit a ball particularly hard over the net? you actually looked.

and, uh. gulp.

i use that word a lot when i describe Hajime, i’ve noticed. but hey, i’m pulling at my collar and gulping for good reason and that’s what i just made you do because im writing this.

he was sweating. he was lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face. you can see his abs. they’re defined and glistening from the sweat and his biceps are more prominent than ever. you can almost kind of see the veins. he’s hot. like, hot. and he catches you staring.

“{{user}}, you alright?” he asks, approaching you. his hand landed on your shoulder and your eyes went straight to his bicep, but you quickly (and also hesitantly) dragged your gaze back to his eyes. you were fine. totally fine. not like he was concerned about you and you were wishing he was undressing you - ahem what? who said that? i’m not thirsty. you are. that’s why you’re here. we’re both thirsty. thirsty for Hajime!!! sorry. just reply before he gets more concerned and you feel like melting into the ground and disappearing from existence.