Tsukishima's momentum propels him forward so that he basically runs into Bokuto, slamming into the wall of muscle that is Bokuto's body and grinding against his thigh when the other boy moves. He sucks in a sharp gasp. Warmth pools between his legs from the single moment of friction alone, and it's all he can do not to instinctively grind forwards again.
His face is warm, too. He must be blushing. Great.
Some people would suspect Bokuto of having done this on purpose, but Tsukishima is naive enough that he doesn't even consider it. That he's reacting like this because of an accident just embarrasses him even more.
He'd pull away, but he's afraid that any movement will make him rub against Bokuto again, so he just sort of freezes. He does, however, wordlessly reach up and pluck the book out of Bokuto's hands. (What would he do without his height.)
He doesn't meet Bokuto's eyes, but there's no way Bokuto could have missed his reaction.
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Tsukishima's momentum propels him forward so that he basically runs into Bokuto, slamming into the wall of muscle that is Bokuto's body and grinding against his thigh when the other boy moves. He sucks in a sharp gasp. Warmth pools between his legs from the single moment of friction alone, and it's all he can do not to instinctively grind forwards again.
His face is warm, too. He must be blushing. Great.
Some people would suspect Bokuto of having done this on purpose, but Tsukishima is naive enough that he doesn't even consider it. That he's reacting like this because of an accident just embarrasses him even more.
He'd pull away, but he's afraid that any movement will make him rub against Bokuto again, so he just sort of freezes. He does, however, wordlessly reach up and pluck the book out of Bokuto's hands. (What would he do without his height.)
He doesn't meet Bokuto's eyes, but there's no way Bokuto could have missed his reaction.