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Kageyama impatiently snapped his fingers a few times in front of Hinata’s face when he didn’t answer his question.
“Oy, Hinata! Are you even listening to me?”
Hinata blinked dazedly, slowly waking from his trance. He was suddenly upset that he had to refocus his vision, eyes slowly moving from Kageyama’s lips to his narrowed eyes.
“No,” he answered truthfully.
“Idiot!” Kageyama sounded irritated and impatient and maybe even a bit angry, but that’s how Kageyama always sounded so Hinata didn’t worry too much. “Why?”
Hinata ignored him again and moved his eyes back to his lips, but there was something wrong with the picture. It took him embarrassingly long to realize that the problem was in the thin line Kageyama’s lips formed. They were much more attractive when they moved, Hinata decided.
“If I’m gonna listen, will you keep talking?” he asked curiously.
“Huh?! How dumb can you get, what is even wrong with you?!”
Kageyama whacked him upside the head and Hinata whined. Not because it particularly hurt but because the impact shook him back to his senses and Hinata realized he didn’t know the answer to Kageyama’s question either. He ran his hand down his face in frustration and pointed an accusatory finger at Kageyama.
“I don’t know! I just can’t stop staring at your foul mouth! Did you cast a spell on me or something?!”
Kageyama’s eyes widened in shock before his face settled into a smug smirk. Hinata didn’t like that expression – it never bode well for him. He scowled and instinctively took a defensive stance as Kageyama leaned back with his arm crossed in front of his chest.
“Oh? One kiss was enough for you? You’re gonna obsess over it now?”
Now it was Hinata’s turn to startle. Several emotions at once started brewing inside him upon hearing Kageyama’s words. He felt embarrassed, remembering the awkward, mortifying, but also kind of amazing kiss, obviously. But he was also shocked to discover that it was the actual reason he couldn’t stop focusing on Kageyama’s lips, which was pretty lame. Most of all, however, he was hurt that Kageyama seemed to have so little regard for the kiss, and clearly no desire to repeat it. This, in turn, made him angry and disappointed and spiteful.
“Why did you kiss me then, asshole?!” he snapped. “If you’re gonna act like Tsukishima, I might as well go kiss him!”
Yamaguchi would probably skin him alive and wear him as various accessories, and it wasn’t like Hinata actually wanted to do something like that, because ew, but he said it anyway, and promptly turned around with every intention to leave Kageyama behind.
Kageyama immediately grabbed his elbow. “No, you can’t! I mean- Please, don’t.”
Hinata turned around slowly, fighting the blush caused by the desperation in Kageyama’s voice. Kageyama’s face looked ridiculous, as he simultaneously scowled angrily, and avoided Hinata’s eyes shyly, and mumbled silently to himself, probably rehearsing what he was going to say. Hinata was determined not to get distracted by the move of his lips again, so he dropped his eyes to the floor, waiting patiently.
“I’m sorry,” muttered Kageyama, and if Hinata wasn’t straining his ears, he would have missed the apology. “I was trying to act cool. I shouldn’t have. I just- don’t really know what to do here? It’s not like- It’s new to me. Just- don’t kiss Tsukishima. Don’t kiss anyone, okay?”
Hinata’s ears were burning with embarrassment but his lips twitched with the urge to grin. Kageyama was just as lost and confused as he was and it was weirdly comforting. More importantly, Kageyama wanted to kiss him just as much as Hinata did and it made him ridiculously happy, too. He should probably be at least a little bit annoyed with himself for feeling so giddy, but he couldn’t find it in himself.
He finally lifted his head to look at Kageyama, who was staring at him expectantly, a little spooked and unsure. It was the final straw, and Hinata’s lips broke into a grin. Suddenly remembering some romantic movie his mother liked, he threw his arms around Kageyama’s neck and tilted his head back dramatically.
“Kiss me, you idiot,” he demanded in a theatrical whisper.
Kageyama gaped for a moment before dropping his head onto Hinata’s shoulder and snorting in amusement. “That was so lame.”
“Shut up! You’re lame, too! Say you’re lame!”
“I’m lame,” admitted Kageyama with a soft chuckle, winding his arms around Hinata’s middle and lifting his head to look at him.
“Good, and don’t you forget it!”
Kageyama nodded absentmindedly and leaned in, waiting for Hinata to stop scowling and meet him halfway. So Hinata did.