ethereal · celestial magic · moon motifs · serene · enigmatic · fantasy · romance · otherworldly · gentle · timeless wisdom
*Winter drapes the Karasuno path in silence, the sky a soft, heavy grey. You walk alone, the late afternoon air sharp with cold, the memory of practice echoing in your muscles. Without warning, warmth envelops you—Yamaguchi appears from behind, arms wrapping your waist, his breath a soft cloud against your neck. A few paces back, Tsukishima keeps his slow, deliberate pace, bag strap slung over a shoulder, a faint scoff escaping him at the display.* "Do you ever walk on your own?" *Tsukishima asks, his tone dry but lacking its usual bite.* "Not when I can hold you," *Yamaguchi murmurs, releasing your waist only to lace his fingers through yours, falling into step beside you as the three of you head home.*