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You distracted him unintentionally by bending down in front of him.

Namjoon

Namjoon sat in his studio’s chair, the music turned up as he tried to get the feeling for his new track, but something was missing. His muse! Then you walked in, handing him an iceed coffee and talking for a while before you took an empty bag of cinnamon chips that slipped through your fingers wherefore you bent down, ass so deliciously for his display.

“Thanks, y/n!”, he said, eyes never leaving your backside, he had definitely found his muse.

Jin

It was your first date and Jin decided it would be perfect to spend time in the park, the weather warm and nice. You played some frisbee as you turned around to lift it up, your skirt pushed to your panties as you bent over, his eyes wide as he checked you out.

“Y/n, can you give me the ball next to you, too?”, he asked just to see the sight again, sure he would cook you the best dinner tonight before doing something utterly different.

Hoseok

The dancing king had practice, the reason you visited. You wore tight clothes that day wherefore all eyes lay on you. A lunch pack in your hands you handed the boys their provisions until you saw that you forgot one next to you, Hoseok’s. You bent down to snatch it as a loud inhale drew your attention. Hoseok’s eyes got wide, his lips wetted by his tongue as he walked towards you.

“I thought you brought something to eat for me, too, but I much rather eat something different.”

Yoongi

Yoongi always had a thing for your ass. You weren’t exactly a thing, but he knew you well enough to see you naked on a daily basis. Tonight as well, but as you sat back down next to him after your shower, your pillow fell to the ground, your body aching to grab it by bending down from the edge, ass high up for him to see.

“Up for round two?”, he asked, deciding he wanted you on top of him, ass in his direction.

Jimin

Shy Jimin wasn’t so shy anymore as you bent over to stretch, your round ass in his direction. You looked good, eyes focused on your backside before he took his courage to walk towards you.

“Y/n, how about I buy you more of those leggings?”, he asked, best friends should care for each other, right?

Taehyung

Strawberries picking was something Taehyung enjoyed the most, the sun shining down on his head, but what he enjoyed even more was to do it with you.

“Hey, y/n, look at this big-”, his voice stuck in his throat he watched you bent down to pick up your box, your pants short enough to see some of your skin. “Never mind..”, fascinated his attention was on your wiggling hip whenever you bent over to pick strawberries.

Jungkook

Jungkook sped up his pace, his legs aching as you stopped next to him, your breath heavy as you leaned against him. You two were good friends, a challenge made you jog with him, your condition the worst why he laughed at you.

“Your shoelaces are loose, y/n”, he said, his chuckle from your state stuck as you bent over, your soft flesh pressed against the thin material. He didn’t know what to do so he just stared at your ass, swallowing the knot in his throat.

Part 3 of 3 for my gift exchange gift for @enterprisecaptainoikawa! She requested “aromantic/asexual spectrum tsukkiyama, punk tsukkiyama, band au, ice skating/yuri on ice au ahhh, professor/bibliophile au, tsukkiyama as best friends, really anything tbh bless”! An au in which Tsukishima is a figure skating coach and Yamaguchi brings his little sister into his rink for lessons: 

“Tsukki! I’m so sorry I’m late! So Sorry!” Tadashi scrambles into the rink, pulling his sister behind him, and all but dives onto a bench, dropping his bag and quickly tries to lace his skates despite his shaking fingers. He’s never been late to a practice before and–

“Tada-nii-san calm down. Kei-sensei isn’t even here yet. 

“Huh?” Tadashi looks up to see Hotarou is right. Kei isn’t even here yet. He frowns. Kei is never late. 

“Sorry I’m late, Yamaguchi, Akiteru-nii– Oh.” Tadashi looks up at his coach, and finds the blond looking at him with a frown. “You’re late.” 

“Yeah, sorry, Hotarou’s club activities went longer than usual, and I can’t let her walk alone–” 

“Oh, Yamaguchi…” 

“Sorry!” Tadashi stands and bows, his skates now on and laced, and Kei just waves him off. 

“It’s fine. I’m late as well.” Kei shakes his head. He, at least, already has his skates on and guards off, and so they both step onto the ice. 

“We’re going to work on your step sequencing today, ok? But first, ten

“What? But you were late too–” 

Kei gives Tadashi his I mean business look, and Tadashi huffs, pushing away from his brute of a coach and beginning his laps. He supposes he should be glad, though– because he was late today, he hasn’t had time to stretch out. Laps may be a nice warm up…

“Yamaguchi, don’t be lazy in your stroking just because it’s a punishment! Arms up, long, powerful strokes! Be lucky it isn’t more~” 

“Yes, sensei,” Tadashi says with a sigh, raising his arms diligently. He supposes his punishment is pretty light; he’s glad Kei is recognizing the fact that this is his first time being late. He can hear Hotarou giggling, and sticks her tongue out at her when he passes her. She sticks her tongue out right back at him. 

“Yamaguchi, focus!” 

Practice goes on smoothly, and by the end he’s worked up a pleasant sweat. Collapsing onto the bench outside the rink once again, unlacing his skates slowly. He’s careful of his left ankle, still healing from an earlier sprain. Hotarou jumps on his back with a grin. 

“Tada-nii can we have McDonalds for dinner?” 

Tadashi groans. “Tarou-chan, you know I have a competition soon…” 

“Can...I have McDonalds for dinner?” 

“Hotarou…” 

“I think it’s fine, let her have some junk food~ Even though you’re not allowed to.” Tadashi startles at his coaches voice behind him, and he glares at the smirking Kei. “You and I can make your dinner at your apartment.” 

Tadashi huffs, but agrees anyway. The walk is full of Hotarou’s chatter about her day. They all fall easily into routine. Every day is the same. Tadashi goes to the rink at four in the morning, and stays until six before he and Hotarou have to go to school; after school, Tadashi walks Hotarou to her after-school community ed club activities, and then picks her up and they go to the rink together. Then, Tadashi and Hotarou would walk home, Kei accompanying them because – despite how they may act on the ice – they’re quite close. The third year in high school even kind of considers his coach to be his best friend, even though Tsukishima is twenty-five and they can’t really sympathize with each other’s day-by-day issues. 

Tadashi can’t quite break it down into a few words, but…their routine is nice, to say the lease. 

“Tsukki, stop spoiling Hotarou. I know you share a kanji, but she doesn’t need ice cream every time we eat out, especially considering how often we do…” 

“She’s cute, though,” Kei says with a pout, and Tadashi sighs. He is right. Hotarou, with her pudgy, round, six-year-old cheeks, and her tan skin and light hair almost completely unlike Tadashi’s own looks, is adorable. “But hey, if you’re jealous, after you finish your next competition I’ll buy you all the ice cream you want.” 

Tadashi perks up. “Really?!” 

Kei smirks, and Tadashi knows what this means. 

“Only if you get first.” 

Tadashi groans, but he’s at least thankful he isn’t going into the professional skating business. He would never be able to compete with the big names in skating. But oh, god, would he like to meet Yuzuru Hanyu…

“Oi. Yamaguchi. I can tell what you’re thinking~” 

Tadashi flushes, and whacks Kei lightly. Hotarou skips lightly ahead, singing about her chicken nuggets and licking at her ice cream. Kei smirks. “What, we both know about your overtly sexual fantasies about Yuzuru Hanyu~” 

“Oh my god stop it!” 

“Embarrassed, Yamaguchi-kun?” 

“Yes! Very!” 

This is typically part of their routine as well. Kei teasing Tadashi– he doesn’t know how he feels about this. Their relationship is…something…off the rink. Something new, that Tadashi doesn’t know how to describe. They joke and flirt and go home together, make dinner, eat together…But on the rink they’re professional and distant; Tadashi likes it like that. 

Suddenly Hotarou stops in her skipping and singing, and turns to the two. Tadashi panics for a second thinking his poor baby sister’s heard about his sexual fantasies. 

“Tadashi-nii-san, Kei-sensei! I almost forgot! I drew something for you today!” Hotarou pulls off her backpack, and Tadashi and Kei stop walking, and watch as she shuffles through the obscenely pink bag. It takes a moment, but eventually Hotarou pulls out a couple of papers, and thrusts one at Tadashi and the other at Kei. “We were supposed to draw who we look up to, and even though we only had to draw one I drew two because I look up to both of you!” 

Tadashi’s heart clenches, and he coos at his baby sister. He looks down at the paper in his hand and sees a child’s drawing of whom he assumes is himself on his skates, smiling, and the words “my brather Tadashi is a ice skater i look up to him becase he works hard” in Hotarou’s handwriting under it. Immediately he wants to take his sister into his arms and squeeze her tight. 

He looks over to see Kei tearing up, holding his picture in a tight grip. Kei’s paper is similar to Tadashi’s; Kei on his skates, smiling. His glasses are just two squares barely on his eyes. Under the picture, Hotarou wrote: “my brathers coash Kei-sensei is nice to my brather and so i look up to him to becase a lot of boys are mean to him” and when Tadashi reads it tears well up in his own eyes. 

Kei speaks first. “Tha- Thank you, so much, Hotarou-chan.” 

“Yeah. Thank you so much Tarou-chan. You’re so sweet my little lightning bug.” 

Hotarou beams at them, and grabs their free hands, tugging. 

“I’m glad you like them! Now let’s go! I want to eat my chicken nuggets!” 

Tadashi and Kei follow along, crying, and Hotarou continues her chicken nugget song. They share a look, and the message is clear: 

You’re winning this competition. For Hotarou.

Authors Note: Basically: Tony is bad at relationships. He doesn’t see attraction forming until his bad self-esteem rears its ugly head and hurts Steve.

There wasn’t much Tony could say to people about relationships.

While he wasn’t terrible at them, he also wasn’t the best at them, either. He was a busy man with a “save-the-world” complex who worked in a dangerous profession.

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