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Kageyama watched Hinata a lot. Everyone thought that he was watching him because volleyball and sports and all that. Okay yeah so he watched him for all those reasons most of the time, too. But Kageyama liked watching Hinata. It was weird because really he didn't like Hinata, personally. But he liked looking at him. He liked watching him move, he liked the sound of his sneakers, he liked the way he crouched for a receive and the way he got tangled in his clothes while changing because he was trying to excitedly speak to Tanaka.
He didn't know why he liked that because he DIDN'T like Hinata, really, not at all. He just liked the way he celebrating scoring a point and the way he jumped six million feet in the air to spike the ball. He didn't really like the way he slept in class, though, and he wasn't super fond of the weird thing he did when he had to go the bathroom. But he liked walking towards home with him. And he liked looking at him.
He wondered if Hinata noticed. I mean, he probably noticed that Kageyama was looking at him. But he didn't do anything. He just kept talking and talking and moving his arms and jumping around and doing normal stupid Hinata things. He still walked with Kageyama, dragging his bike until they parted ways. He still practiced with him privately in the park and in the gym. And Kageyama was still looking at him basically all the time. He wondered why Hinata didn't do anything about it.
Kageyama watched Hinata while they walked towards his house. He was guiding his bike along with one hand, gesturing with the other as he explained something. Kageyama kept his hands in his pockets, just watching him with a brooding expression. Hinata looked at him and grinned. "What?"
"What?"
"You're looking at me weird!" He laughed a little. "You're always looking at me weird, though, I guess. Ever since we met."
"How is it weird if it's how I normally look at you?"
"I don't know. It's different every time. You're always giving me another weird freaky look."
"Oh." Kageyama didn't know what to say to that. So he didn't say anything, he just walked.
Hinata grinned and started talking again. Kageyama commented briefly here and there. They came to the point to split ways and stopped. Hinata turned to grin at Kageyama.
"I'll see you tomorrow so you can look at me weird some more."
Kageyama did the cool-guy "tch," turning his back on Hinata. He really really didn't like Hinata. "Bye, loser."
"Loser?!"
"That's what I said!" Kageyama turned back, smirking at him, and Hinata started to follow him.
"Ohhhh, so now I'm a loser, am I. Well, if Kageyama says it's true, it must be. After all-" He stopped to raise his voice. "HE LITERALLY NEVER STOPS LOOKING AT ME-"
Kageyama turned, looping an arm around Hinata's head and ruffling his hair. "Shut up," he said, dragging him along. Hinata grinned.
"What, don't want everyone to know you're in love with me?"
Kageyama ruffled his hair a little rougher. "Shut up."
"Okay! Ow!"
Kageyama let go of him, walking ahead. "Go home, this isn't the way to your house."
"Nah." Hinata caught up. "I've decided to come hang out."
"Don't invite yourself over to my house."
"Deal with it, I'm coming."
Kageyama didn't like the way Hinata sneezed. He didn't like how pushy Hinata was and he didn't like the way he would leave his shoes untied or the fact that he was always getting hit in the face with something. But Kageyama liked his smile and he liked his voice and he liked the way he looked when he first came to school in the morning. He liked his dumb stupid bike and he liked his loud laugh and he liked his bright eyes. He liked the way he would leap for a spike and he liked the fact that he could always get the ball to the right place for him and the way it felt when Hinata smiled at him after a perfect set and the way his hand felt when they high-fived. Kageyama looked back at Hinata, still talking away, and he thought about how he liked the way he said things and how he liked the way he walked and he liked him.
He stopped. Hinata walked past him a little before realizing that Kageyama had stopped and turning to him. "What?
Kageyama looked at the ground. Hinata was weird and he liked him. He took a breath. Fuck.
"Kageyama, hurry up." Hinata shifted. "Are yo-"
"Just keep walking." Kageyama walked past, grabbing Hinata's arm. He dragged him along, drowning out Hinata's "Heeeeeeeeey, Kageyamaaaaaaaa," until he could pull him under a tree.
"What?" He leaned Hinata's bike against the tree. "What?" He looked over Hinata's head, checking around. "What?" He moved more into the shadows, looking at Hinata. "Whaaaat?"
He hated Hinata's questions and he hated Hinata's ignorance and he hated how much he liked him. He took Hinata's face in his hands and he pulled their lips together and he thought about how he liked the way Hinata hummed while he cleaned up the gym and he liked the way he doodle all over his notes and he liked that he was confident that one day he'd be great and one day Kageyama would be great and maybe they'd be great together.
Kageyama pulled away and thought about how he liked the way Hinata breathed on his skin and he liked the way he was looking at him with big bright eyes and he liked the way his heart stuttered in his chest while he watched Hinata watch him.
"I really don't like you at all," he said.
Hinata smiled. "Oh." It was a confused smile. He scratched his nose. "You don't?"
"No." Kageyama turned to walk away. Hinata stood there, looking at him.
"Wait!" He grabbed his bike, running after him. "I'm still coming over!"
Kageyama didn't really actually like Hinata, really, to be honest. But he liked the way he made him feel. So he shoved him a little and kept walking.