photos of his friends and teammates has always been a thing Hanamaki
does without much thought. A snapshot here, another there, blurry
group pictures from tournaments taken in the spur of the moment.
never paid much attention to anyone in particular, viewed each
picture as a whole instead of the individual parts, until he lies in
bed one evening, lazily scrolling through his camera roll, and
catches his eye is a shot of Iwaizumi and Oikawa, sweaty and
grinning, but that isn’t what makes his heart pound. In the back of
the picture, casually leaning against the wall, is Matsukawa, his
gaze lingering on something he can’t see. Hanamaki exhales,
bringing the screen closer to his face. In profile, Matsukawa’s
strong jaw and cheek bones stand out prettily, and even though the
image quality isn’t the best, the thin screen of sweat is visible
enough to make his skin glow.
has never struck him as particularly photogenic before, but he can see it
right there, that he’s got something. Something that makes
his fingers itch and his skin tingle with the need to see it again.