prompt: (Y/n) fell asleep on Hajime's shoulder

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Hajime felt a slight weight press against his right shoulder. He turned his head, seeing a head of (h/c) locks pressing against his body. Your eyelids had fallen closed. You were asleep and Hajime didn't blame you. He knew how hard you worked for the team, it just so happened the practice game had ran especially long. The young ace smiled down at you, though he tried his best to remain incredibly still. You looked so peaceful resting on him, the last thing he wanted to do was disturb you.

He knew you would do the same for him. Even if that was false, that would not change Hajime's mind. He was going to do everything he could to ensure your comfort. When you woke, chances are you wouldn't have even noticed his efforts.

Hajime felt his heart rate spike, a flash of heat pulsing through his body. Your fingers were brushing his gingerly. The poor boy was distraught, his heart pounding against his chest. Perhaps it was silly, or perhaps even creepy, but Hajime carefully laid some of his fingers over yours. You weren't conscious. You weren't trying to hold his hand, but Hajime was thankful for any scrap of affection he could get.

For months, Hajime had been hopelessly pining after the individual asleep on his shoulder. Being the manager of the team, you and Hajime knew each other and were good colleagues. But he wanted to know you more, he wanted to be closer to you. Yet, he didn't know how.

Hajime thought you had feelings for Oikawa. It felt like everyone did. When people didn't throw themselves at his feet, they admitted they wouldn't say no if he asked them on a date. With someone like Oikawa around and in reach, why would anyone ever pick to be with Hajime? In his mind, it was clear: they wouldn't.

None of that changed the way Hajime felt about you. The best he could do was to hope. He simply prayed that by some miracle, you felt the same. If you felt comfortable enough to drift off against him, perhaps there a chance you did. If only he could slip into your dreams to weed through your thoughts so he could get the answer without having to take the risk.

He wondered what you were dreaming about. Sleep slowly crept upon him, wrapping its warm and welcoming claws around the boy beside you. He was certain he knew what he would soon dream about: you.