[Almost as if on instinct, Tooru pulls Tobio even closer, gripping his shirt even tighter. He's not running away, no not yet. Not while Tooru is enjoying that kiss, savouring his victory over getting that confession out of him. It was the sweetest victory, and the only thing that could have matched it would have been Seijoh kicking Shiratorizawa's asses themselves instead of the bitter loss to Karasuno.
But this? It comes close enough to make up for that. He had won the mental game of chess to force the confession out of Tobio, and even got this unexpected treat out of it.
He still resents the fact Tobio is better than him as a setter, but he'll deal with that later. His award is Tobio's confession.
His grip lessens on his chin, softly brushing a cheek with his thumb as Tooru breaks the kiss and stares him directly in the eyes with that same punchable devilish grin, still gripping Tobio's shirt so he couldn't run off on him.]
I told you, you wouldn't know if you didn't just admit it.
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But this? It comes close enough to make up for that. He had won the mental game of chess to force the confession out of Tobio, and even got this unexpected treat out of it.
He still resents the fact Tobio is better than him as a setter, but he'll deal with that later. His award is Tobio's confession.
His grip lessens on his chin, softly brushing a cheek with his thumb as Tooru breaks the kiss and stares him directly in the eyes with that same punchable devilish grin, still gripping Tobio's shirt so he couldn't run off on him.]
I told you, you wouldn't know if you didn't just admit it.