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Daichi vs. Mega Happy Fun Land, Day 4

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Day 1: Seasons / Injury / Same team AU

Day 2: Stars / Memes / Modern Fantasy AU

Day 3: Colors / Video games / Sport swap AU

Day 4: Pets / Valentine’s Day / Soulmates AU 

Daichi couldn’t smell the chocolate anymore. He had been standing in the little candy shop just inside Oceania, selling treats shaped like hearts and painted delicate blue-greens for hours now, and the scent clung to his skin and clothes. He knew it did, because when Ushijima stopped by on his break and dragged Daichi into a back room to make out he couldn’t stop burying his nose in the crook of Daichi’s neck and inhaling deeply.

“I’m starting to think you only like me for how I smell,” Daichi chuckled, breaking off into a gasp as Ushijima tugged his collar farther down to bite at his shoulder.

“It is one of your many good features,” Ushijima rumbled. Daichi ran his fingers through Ushijima’s hair and didn’t answer.

If Daichi returned to his shift dazed and a little rumpled, well. It was Valentine’s Day after all.

-

The next time Ushijima found him was shortly after Daichi’s shift ended in the middle of the afternoon. His hair was damp from his most recent show, and he had changed out of his park uniform entirely.

“Are you off already?” Daichi wondered aloud, trying to remember back to the schedule posted on their fridge.

“The last show was canceled,” Ushijima told him. “Ukai-san told me to take off early and make sure that you did not bother Hajime or Asahi.”

“I was gonna protest, but yeah, he’s probably right.” Ushijima didn’t smile, but Daichi really hadn’t expected him to. He simply took Daichi’s hand and started leading him through the crowds. “Where are we going?” Daichi asked.

“There is something I would like to do with you,” Ushijima said. Daichi wondered if the tips of his ears were actually turning red, or if it was just all the red and pink balloons and streamers around them playing tricks on Daichi’s eyes.

Ushijima led them to the aquarium at the center of Oceania, easing his way gently between guests and over to a little roped-off corner. Daichi read the sign and snorted.

“What does finding your soulmate have to do with fish?” he laughed. Ushijima shrugged.

“I believe Ukai-san mentioned putting a station up in every area of the park,” he said. “Koutarou and Asahi have already taken it.”

Daichi was about to make fun of the test, and of Bokuto and Asahi for taking it, but he looked up and stopped short. Ushijima was blushing now, refusing to make eye contact with Daichi. “Okay,” Daichi said with a grin.

“You do not mind?” Ushijima asked, glancing at Daichi and away. A giddy, fuzzy, disgusting warmth flooded Daichi’s veins, and he knew he was blushing now too.

“Not at all,” he replied. “How does it work?”

“It is a simple quiz,” Ushijima explained as they took an empty station. “Simply select the answer that you feel best suits you, and at the end it will examine our responses and tell us if we are soulmates or not.” He said it so seriously, so blankly, that Daichi had to smile. Watching Ushijima type in his name as though he were filling out a medical form rather than a silly love quiz, Daichi felt absolutely certain that this man was his soulmate. Or at least one of them.

“I don’t get it,” Daichi said a minute later, staring at the screen. “What does my preferences on bunny photos have to do with anything.”

“Select the one you find the most aesthetically pleasing,” Ushijima said softly. Daichi glanced over to find him puzzling over a question that Daichi had already answered, something about the color of mug he preferred. He’d chosen something at random and moved on. Now he was starting to wish he had taken this more seriously.

“Okay, I think I’m done,” Daichi said slowly, looking over the instructions on the screen. He leaned his head on Ushijima’s shoulder and watched as he answered the last few questions. “Really?” he droned. “Looks are unimportant to you in a relationship?”

“They are,” Ushijima said. “Why do you find that surprising?”

“Nothing,” Daichi laughed. “Just that, well. None of us are exactly unattractive. Or scrawny.”

“That was not a deciding factor in my courtship of any of you,” Ushijima said softly. Daichi smiled and rubbed his cheek against Ushijima’s shirtsleeve.

“I know,” he murmured.

The wait while the program compiled their answers and scored their compatibility was more nerve-wracking than Daichi would have expected. It was just a silly little quiz, it didn’t mean anything. But when the machine dinged and their results page loaded, Daichi found himself standing straight and holding Ushijima’s arm a little more tightly than usual.

-

“Behold!” crowed Daichi, strutting around the living room with several pieces of paper held over his head. “I am the superior boyfriend!”

“Daichi, it was a dumb test that Ukai-san got off the internet,” Asahi said, rubbing at his temple.

“Yeah, and I scored highest on it with each of you,” Daichi bragged. He flopped onto the couch, and immediately their pomeranian crawled into his lap and started licking at his face. “See? Even Mika loves me the best.”

“Mika only loves you right now because you still smell like chocolate,” Iwaizumi huffed.

“And because she loves me the best.” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes.

“She loves Koutarou the best,” Ushijima said, and really none of them could dispute that. The dog loved Bokuto with all her heart.

“Where is Koutarou, anyway?” Daichi asked.

“I think he’s stopping to get dinner,” Asahi said. Daichi hummed, shuffling over until he could drop his head into Asahi’s lap. Iwaizumi was sitting in front of them, so he kept one hand on Mika and reached out with the other to twine in Iwaizumi’s hair.

“Wakatoshi,” Daichi said quietly. “Come here.”  Ushijima stood up and moved to the couch, lifting Daichi’s legs so that he could sit. He settled them into his lap and balanced his book on Daichi’s calves.

It was nice, being able to touch almost all of his family at once, and once Bokuto got home, it would be perfect. Daichi couldn’t think of a better way to spend his Valentine’s Day than right there.

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Daichi vs. Mega Happy Fun Land, Day 3

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Day 1: Seasons / Injury / Same team AU

Day 2: Stars / Memes / Modern Fantasy AU

Day 3: Colors / Video games / Sport swap AU

“You know, in high school and college, I was a top athlete,” Daichi said through gritted teeth. His fingers tripped over his controller as he tried to mash the buttons faster.

“What sport?” asked the kid sitting next to him. “’Cause it’s obviously not basketball.”

“Volleyball,” Daichi sniffed. The kid did something and his character launched the virtual ball all the way across the court and through the hoop. The kid crowed and threw his hands in the air, and Daichi smiled despite himself. “So what do you think?” Daichi asked. “Do I have potential?”

“I think you should stick with volleyball,” the kid replied. “Or better yet, don’t quit your day job.” Daichi threw his head back and laughed.

“You got it,” he said, handing the kid his controller. “Think you can take over teaching the others how to play for me?” The kid muttered an affirmative without looking away from the screen. Daichi snorted and climbed to his feet, off to see what else needed attending to.

The gift shop was never quiet, exactly, but right now it was considerably less crowded than usual. There was the cluster of kids in the back by the video games, one or two with their parents browsing the shelves, a pair of teenagers trying on hats and giggling, and the woman in the front harassing Asahi. Daichi rolled his eyes and went to rescue his boyfriend.

“Excuse me, ma’am, is there something I can help with here?” Daichi asked in his very best Respectable Young Man voice. The woman stopped shouting at Asahi and turned to stare Daichi down instead.

“I sure hope so,” she spat, thrusting a toy at Daichi’s chest. “My boy wants an action figure of one of your characters, but you only have them wearing pink.”

Daichi blinked at the woman. He looked down at the toy she was waving around, a figurine of one of the characters that hung out in the Super City area. “I’m afraid I don’t understand, ma’am,” he said slowly. “That character’s costume is pink. It’s the only color he comes in.”

“But he’s a boy!” screeched the woman. Daichi felt his face settle into a placid, reassuring smile.

“He is,” Daichi agreed. “If you like, I can show you some of the original character designs for him. We have the prints for sale as well.”

“I don’t want to see the designs, I want to know why you expect my son to play with a pink superhero!”

“If your son doesn’t want to play with him, it’s perfectly all right,” Daichi tried. “We have several other heroes, with a variety of colors on their uniforms.”

“He wants to play with this one!” The woman was shrieking now. Daichi could see Asahi flinch at the counter and wondered just when he had slipped away. “Exactly what kind of business are you running here?” the woman continued. “If you insist on pushing this- this unnatural agenda on children, then I will have no choice but to- to-” she trailed off, waving her hands in front of her red face in what Daichi took to be an unspecific but serious threat. “Now, I demand you find me a toy with this character in a color suited for boys.” Daichi’s eye twitched, and distantly he mourned the loss of his evening to an official reprimand session.

“I’m afraid, ma’am, that there is no such toy. That character wears a pink costume. If you would like further proof, I would be more than willing to call my boyfriend, who I believe is portraying him today in Super City, and have him come down here to explain this to you in person. Otherwise, I will have to ask you to not harass any shop employees.” The woman’s face turned a remarkable shade of red, and Daichi watched the eruption with the kind of scientific detachment one would a particularly disgusting toad.

-

“Was it at least worth it?” Asahi asked as he dabbed at the cut under Daichi’s eye with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol. “That ring looked pretty sharp.”

Daichi shrugged, trying not to grin. “It’ll bruise a bit. Nothing too bad. Besides, you saw the look on her face when I offered to call Koutarou.”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Asahi scolded, but he was smiling. He finally took the cotton ball away, and Daichi grinned up at him.

“I love you,” he said.

It was a testament to how long they had been together that Asahi had no reaction other than a light blush and a quiet “I love you too, you blockhead.”

“How long d’you think Ukai-san will keep me on ticket duty for this?” Daichi asked, closing his eyes to let Asahi smooth a bandage over the cut.

“Not as long as he should,” Asahi muttered. “You really need to stop provoking guests.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Asahi’s hands lingered, cupping Daichi’s cheeks. His thumb stroked along the cheekbone that wasn’t injured, large and slightly rough. Daichi leaned into the touch.

“You can’t change the minds of every bigot you come across,” Asahi said softly.

Daichi raised a hand to cover Asahi’s, turning to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. “I know,” he murmured. “Doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.”

“I know you will. And I’ll be here to patch you up after.”

“My hero.” Asahi snorted.

“I thought Koutarou was the super hero today.” Daichi grinned, too full of roiling, bubbling light to keep it down.

“He is,” he said. “And Hajime’s our knight in shining armor, and Wakatoshi is our steady foundation. And you,” he murmured against Asahi’s wrist, looking up at him through lowered eyelashes, “are the light that keeps us moving. You’re the home we return to, and the safe haven that makes us whole again. You’re the reason we can keep going.”

Asahi stared at Daichi, his eyes wide and shining. Color bled across his cheeks, the prettiest shade of red Daichi had ever seen stretching to the tips of his ears and down his neck. He bit his lip, and the hand against Daichi’s cheek trembled. Then all at once, his eyes narrowed and it was gone.

“I’m not covering for you with Ukai-san,” he said flatly.

“Asahi!”

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Daichi vs Mega Happy Fun Land, Day 1

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Day 1: Seasons / Injury / Same team AU 

Daichi couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this happy to see the end of the work day. Usually, his job was exciting. Every day a new position, filling in for whoever couldn’t make it in, interacting with the guests and making them smile. Not today. Today, he was stuck on ticket duty.

It was a patch of ice that had consigned him to his fate. Ordinarily the park was kept clear of safety hazards, the walkways salted and the puddles mopped up and anything even slightly dangerous kept locked away where Hinata couldn’t get to it. But the recent cold snap had taken them all by surprise, and someone must have missed a patch of parking lot, because Daichi had taken two steps out of the van and promptly landed flat on his ass on the pavement.

Luckily, he’d had four strong men on hand to argue over who got to carry him to the first aid stand. Unluckily, he’d also had four strong men on hand to insist he take the day easy, and that Ukai assign another floater to work the log flume over in Oceania. Which meant ticket duty.

It had been an incredibly boring day. Usually, Daichi could visit his boyfriends while on the job, dropping by their stations or waiting for them to come to him when he worked somewhere more central. As the morning passed and the stream of guests died down, he found himself daydreaming about them.

Asahi was summertime smiles, flowers woven into his hair and dappled sunlight across dark skin. He was the smell of ocean salt and the buzz of cicadas fading away to the soft glow of fireflies. He was holding hands under festival fireworks, eating cotton candy and strolling through a park. He was the one Daichi went to at the end of a long day, when he wanted strong arms around him and quiet humming in his ear.

Ushijima loved like autumn. He was the rustling of wind through the trees, always saying what he meant and taking everything at face value. He was mulled cider and sweaters that Daichi stole early and often, for once loving the fact that he was the smallest of the five. Talking to Ushijima was like staring at autumn leaves, colorful and beautiful and expected, yet always surprising. He was the one Daichi sought out when the world was too much, when he needed someone who would hold him tight and let the silence stretch between them comfortable, without flooding it with words.

Iwaizumi was a hearth in winter. He was eyes as green as pine and a laugh like cinnamon, hands laced with Daichi’s in an attempt to make them warm. He was nights under the kotatsu, falling asleep with the warmth of the electric heater and too many bodies in the confined space. Iwaizumi was waking up on a day with nothing to do and nowhere to be and opening the window to find the world blanketed with thick snow. He was Daichi’s warmth, the encouraging word and press of fingers that he needed to pull himself back onto his feet.

Bokuto was a springtime thaw, the chaos of new growth and the joy of the first warm day. He was cherry blossoms in the wind, guessing games made of clouds, the marvel of a hummingbird or a bumblebee. He was laughter and running barefoot through a grassy field. Bokuto was the sunshine that broke through Daichi’s darkness, that reminded him to smile and to laugh, even when he felt like curling into a ball and ceasing to exist.

They were Daichi’s, and Daichi was theirs, entirely. He smiled to himself at the thought of them, at the memory of the chaos and the light-hearted bickering they had gone through that very morning to get themselves ready for work. He smiled wider at the thought of going home after their shift, of making dinner with Ushijima and taking a bath with Asahi and watching television with Iwaizumi and going for a walk with Bokuto and falling into bed with all four. The closer it came to closing time, the more Daichi couldn’t wait for just that.

As the last of the guests left the park and the last of the gates were locked up tight, Daichi stretched with a groan and a series of cracks up and down his spine. He smiled at Kozume, who had worked the booth with him, falling into an easy silence as they made their way through the park to the staff lounge hidden inside the wizard’s tower in Magic Land. His ankle was stiff and he was looking forward to sitting down again, but as they climbed the tower steps, Daichi found his pace quickening. He was barely two steps inside before Bokuto waylaid him with an arm around his shoulder.

“Daichi, there you are!” he shouted. “Come on, we need you!”

“Do I want to know why?” Daichi laughed, throwing his arm around Bokuto’s waist. Bokuto dragged him over to one of the long tables and nudged him into the open seat between Ushijima and Iwaizumi.

“We are doing battle,” Ushijima said, his face as serious as ever.

“Suga challenged us to a trivia contest,” Asahi explained from where he was sitting on Iwaizumi’s other side. Bokuto nestled up against Ushijima, humming happily. Daichi dragged his eyes along the team assembled across from him. Suga, Oikawa, Tendou, Akaashi, and Kuroo were all lined up, varying levels of competitiveness burning in their eyes. Daichi frowned.

“Can I trade Asahi and Wakatoshi for Tendou and Suga?” he asked. Suga grinned sharply.

“Nope,” he chirped as he pulled out a stack of cards from one of the trivia games sold in the park gift shops. From the look of it, he had several decks. “But I will let you ask the first question, since you’re injured and all.” Daichi took a card off the deck and glanced to either side.

“I hope you four are ready to have our asses handed to us,” he muttered.

“It’s alright, Daichi,” Iwaizumi said, brushing his thumb against Daichi’s thigh. “After we lose, I’ll massage your ankle for you.” Daichi smiled, bumping his shoulder against Iwaizumi’s, then turned to face his doom.

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Daichi vs. Mega Happy Fun Land, Day 5

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Day 1: Seasons / Injury / Same team AU

Day 2: Stars / Memes / Modern Fantasy AU

Day 3: Colors / Video games / Sport swap AU

Day 4: Pets / Valentine’s Day / Soulmates AU

Day 5: Dreams / Road trip / College AU

Daichi had fallen in love with Iwaizumi in the early light of dawn on an interstate in the middle of nowhere in America. A mixup with the directions Bokuto had given them had seen the pair separated from the rest of the team on their tour through the country, and it had taken new directions from Yaku and an entire night of driving to get them back to the correct state. They were still an hour out when Daichi had woken up to see Iwaizumi lit up like an epic hero in the pale gold sunlight coming through the windshield. He had smiled when he’d noticed Daichi watching him, a young god in the emptiness of the Arizona desert. Months of rooming together, of studying together, of playing on the team together had led Daichi to this one moment of clarity, a moment that would repeat itself three more times before the year was out.

“Welcome back,” Iwaizumi chuckled. “Did you know you talk in your sleep?”

“I’ve been told,” Daichi groaned. He sat up and scrubbed a hand across his face. “Please tell me I didn’t say anything embarrassing.”

“About you, no,” Iwaizumi answered, “though I will be having a talk with Azumane about this pasta debacle when we get home.”

“That’s fair.”

They made the rest of the journey in companionable silence, listening to American music that neither of them could understand. They arrived at the university hosting them that day to find the rest of the team waiting to rib them for getting lost. Daichi stood between Asahi and Ushijima, watching as Iwaizumi wrestled with Kuroo, and wondered just what life would be like when they returned to their dorm.

-

Daichi woke to an interruption pale gold light slanting across his face as someone moved between him and the window. He opened his eyes and the breath hitched in his chest as he stared up at the man in front of him.

“Welcome back,” Iwaizumi whispered, his green eyes gone gold with the dawn. A smile stretched across Daichi’s face, lazy and sweet.

“Hey,” he murmured. “Come here.”

“We’re going to be late,” Iwaizumi scolded, even as he crawled across the mattress to settle himself in Daichi’s arms. Daichi smiled into Iwaizumi’s hair, breathing in the scent of Asahi’s shampoo and Ushijima’s soap. “What were you dreaming about?” Iwaizumi asked suddenly.

“What?”

“You were dreaming,” Iwaizumi said. “You kept murmuring things. All I really picked out were ‘truck’ and ‘sun’ and my name.” Daichi sighed, too lazy with sleep to groan.

“Was dreaming about you,” he said softly. “’Bout the day I fell in love with you.”

Iwaizumi stiffened in Daichi’s arms, tucking his face tighter into Daichi’s collar bone. “Oh?” he asked, clearly trying for casual. He didn’t make it.

“Yeah,” Daichi hummed. “On that road trip we took through America.”

“You mean that time Kuroo got us lost in the middle of nowhere?” Iwaizumi asked, a laugh not quite forming on his words.

“That’s the one,” Daichi agreed. “That morning, when I woke up. You were driving, and you looked so good in the light, like some sort of hero straight out of a shitty romance novel or something. And then you made fun of me for talking, and it was even better. More real, y’know?”

“That’s when you fell in love with me?” Iwaizumi asked. Daichi shrugged as well as he could with his arms full.

“That’s when I realized, anyway,” he said. For a moment they were quiet, listening to Bokuto singing in the kitchen and Asahi humming along in the shower. “What about you?” Daichi asked.

“No,” Iwaizumi breathed. Daichi grinned.

“Hajime,” he murmured. “Babe, tell me.”

“Nooooo,” whined Iwaizumi. Daichi squeezed him tight, rolling them around the bed and laughing. “Okay, okay, I give!” Iwaizumi wheezed. “I’ll tell you.”

“Yay!” Daichi settled them on their sides, tangling his legs with Iwaizumi’s and leaning their foreheads together.

“You can’t tell any of the others,” he said sternly, waiting for Daichi to nod before he would go on. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment as color bloomed across his cheeks. “Probably about a month after classes started, you had this test. It was the first test you had ever had in any of your college classes and you were scared shitless. It was the second or third all-nighter you were pulling in a row, and you were this close to pulling your hair out and dropping out of school altogether. I had no fucking idea what to do with you, so I called Sugawara for help. He told me to make you some chamomile tea and tell you it was for energizing.

“I didn’t think it would work, of course. There was no way you were that dumb. But I was pretty sure you were gonna kill yourself if I didn’t try something, so I went with it. And you actually believed me. So I gave you the tea, and like twenty minutes later you were out cold. I had to have Kuroo help me carry you to your room so you could sleep on a bed instead of a table, and when we tried to put you down you wouldn’t let me leave. You woke up enough to frown at me and call me an ass, and then you were gone.” Iwaizumi smiled, his eyes going foggy and faraway. “You slept for like fifteen hours and passed the test with flying colors. I didn’t sleep a wink that night, ‘cause I was too busy thinking about how cute your grumpy face was, and how I had to live with you for the rest of the year.”

“That’s adorable!” Daichi started at the sound of Bokuto’s voice, and at the way he launched himself onto the mattress and sprawled across the both of them. “Wanna hear how I fell in love with the two of you?”

“I threatened to strangle Kuroo with his own hair when we were in high school. And Hajime shared his yakisoba with you. You’re not hard to figure out, Kou.” Bokuto grinned sunnily at them, nestling into the blankets and the mattress and the tangle of limbs. Daichi closed his eyes, enjoying how warm it was with the three of them like that. He ignored Asahi yelling at them to get up before they were late, wanting to hold a little tighter to this moment before it was gone.

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Daichi vs. Mega Happy Fun Land, Day 2

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Day 1: Seasons / Injury / Same team AU

Day 2: Stars / Memes / Modern Fantasy AU

Daichi loved working Magic Land. He loved the little kids running around waving their wands, the lightning and music that streamed from the wizard’s tower, the way everything seemed to shimmer. He loved being able to make magic come alive for the guests, be it a complicated sleight of hand or a simple bow to a girl dressed like a princess.

He especially loved the way Iwaizumi looked in his knight uniform. From his station at the cart that sold turkey legs, Daichi had an excellent view of the stage where Iwaizumi’s show was performed every two hours throughout the day.

“God, I could watch that all day.” Daichi hummed in agreement, reaching out absently to tangle his fingers in the hem of Asahi’s shirt. Together they watched Iwaizumi battle the evil wizard and rescue the princess from his evil clutches. Iwaizumi wiped the sweat from his brow absently and both Daichi and Asahi sighed longingly.

“Man, you two are especially gay today,” said Bokuto. Daichi turned to smile at him, only to stop short at the sight of him.

“Koutarou, why are you wearing that cloak?” Asahi sounded like he had already resigned himself to his fate before he even knew what it was. Bokuto shrugged, the dark fabric rustling around his shoulders.

“Sugawara gave it to me and told me to go whisper people’s dark desires to them?” he said. “I dunno, I think he got the idea from Tendou or something. But it’s pretty cool!” He smiled at that, swishing the cloak around himself. “Ukai-san says I’m not allowed to wear capes on duty anymore, but I’m on break right now!”

A smile stretched unbidden across Daichi’s face as he watched his boyfriend play with the cloak. He rolled his eyes at the boyish happiness in Bokuto’s eyes.

“Oh, by the way, I got the key for tonight,” Asahi said suddenly. “Hajime said he had an errand to run after his shift, but he’d be back as soon as he could.”

“Speaking of, both of you should be back at your stations by now,” Daichi scolded. “Stop bothering me and get back to work.”

“You just want to oggle Hajime without interruption,” Bokuto accused.

“Yes I do,” Daichi agreed. “Now take your turkey and go.” Bokuto grinned, snatching a turkey leg from the rack and smacking a wet kiss to Daichi’s cheek before he ran off. Asahi chuckled and ducked down to offer his own, softer kiss, and a ruffle of Daichi’s hair.

“See you tonight,” he murmured, then he too was gone. Daichi smiled down at his feet, battling down the fuzzy warmth that had flooded his chest. He settled in to wait until the next show.

-

After the park closed and the lights were all shut off, Mega Happy Fun Land lost some of its Mega Happy Funness and became a silent forest, the hulking shapes of rides and attractions sitting pensive like slumbering giants in the dark. The only sign of life in the entire park came from the staff lounge in the tower at the center of Magic Land, a small island of light in the empty park. Daichi stood just inside that island, leaning against a wall and smiling at the half-shadowed figures sitting on the balcony.

Ushijima and Bokuto were on the floor, their legs dangling through the slats of the fence around its edge, leaning into one another. Bokuto pointed upwards, talking quietly to Ushijima, who answered him in a low rumble.

“You’re staring.” Daichi didn’t jump in surprise. It would have given Asahi far too much ammunition. He only went a little stiff.

“Am not,” Daichi grumbled. Asahi laughed softly, throwing an arm around Daichi’s shoulders.

“Come on,” he murmured into Daichi’s hair, and Daichi let himself be led over to the others. He sat down next to Bokuto, his back against Asahi’s chest, closing his eyes and sighing happily.

By the time Iwaizumi arrived and sat on Ushijima’s right, Bokuto was telling stories about constellations in that low, serious voice he got whenever he shared something he knew and enjoyed knowing.

“They are beautiful,” Ushijima acknowledged when Bokuto’s voice tapered off.

“They are,” Asahi agreed. He tightened his arms around Daichi and rested his chin on Daichi’s shoulder.

“Do you know what is more beautiful?” Daichi nearly choked on his own tongue, craning his head to look at Ushijima.

“You are,” Iwaizumi sighed. Daichi could just see him nuzzling against Ushijima’s shoulder happily. Ushijima stiffened, color rising to his cheeks.

“I was going to say that-”

“I know what you were going to say,” Iwaizumi interrupted. “I headed you off.”

“Hajime, be nice,” Daichi scolded. Ushijima smiled at him, that fond grateful smile that he got at the most innocuous of things and that made Daichi’s heart stutter in his chest every time. Daichi tore his eyes away and looked up at the stars.

“Hey, Hajime, where’d you have to go after work?” Bokuto asked suddenly. Iwaizumi groaned wordlessly.

“I had to help Oikawa with his Valentines surprise,” he said. Daichi grimaced.

“Did you at least get something out of it?” he asked. Iwaizumi snorted.

“The pleasure and privilege of spending time with the magnificent Oikawa-san,” he quoted. “I’ll get him back for it soon, don’t worry.”

“SHHHH!” Bokuto waved his hands around to silence them all. “It’s starting!”

Daichi wanted to point out that talking would not affect their ability to see, but the words caught in his throat at the first streak of light across the sky.

He wasn’t a fool. He knew that Iwaizumi’s shopping trip that day had been part of a repayment plan, that he and Asahi and Bokuto had all called in favors to make this night happen. The meteor shower had been all Oikawa had been able to talk about for months, and this tower in the middle of the dark ocean that was the park was probably the best place in the city to watch it. And yet, the five of them were totally alone. Daichi leaned back into Asahi, reaching out to link his fingers with Bokuto’s, and watched as the stars rained down from the heavens. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Bokuto reach out with his free hand as though to catch the stardust, a smile glittering on his face. He couldn’t help but think that this right here was the truest of all the magic that the park had to offer.

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