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Hinata isn’t paying attention to whatever his boyfriend is explaining but he has several valid reasons not to. First off, they share the same braincell and he knows that said brain cell’s ability to tackle math problems approximates zero. Secondly multitasking is not his forte (when he’s not on the court that is), the part of said cell he is in control of is dedicated to volleyball and when he’s not on the court -like right now- it’s concentrated on staring at his boyfriend.
“You’re not even listening”. The annoyance in said boyfriend’s voice pulls him out of his reverie.
“Yeah I’m sorry I was thinking 'bout something else.”
“Shouldn’t you be thinking about math?” He asks, still sounding mildly annoyed.
“Yeah but it’s hard to concentrate when you’re here looking all pretty and stuff.” Oh there was another thing he could do with his part of the braincell: break Kageyama’s brain and God knows he’d never grow sick of annoying him. Kageyama retaliates by squeezing his cheeks but it’s hardly even a punishment, to him any physical contact with his boyfriend is a moment of joy. The three weeks they’ve spend together as a couple must have been the happiest of his seventeen years of life, every second is filled of happiness, like a sort of dream. If someone added up all the minutes he spent starring at his boyfriend it would probably amount to a couple of days, as if he feared he would disappear if he took his eyes off him.
“I know math is boring but let’s get over with it so we can go play outside.” His hand was now on Hinata’s head, stroking the mass of orange hair tenderly, the smaller boy purrs like a kitten.
“How am I supposed to concentrate when you do stuff life that?” he whines, earning a smile from his boyfriend. Not a creepily forced smile, a genuine and soft one, those Kageyama only gifts him, those he keeps jealously to himself like a secret, those that make his heart skip a beat every single time. He can feel himself physically melting. As if math wasn’t hard enough as it was. If he wanted to finish he homework he’d have to keep his boyfriend out of this hair, perhaps he’d be able to concentrate that way. It wasn't like Kageyama was better at math than him anyways. Them studying together when they shared a single braincell wasn’t the smartest strategy, he’d admit it at least.
“I just had an idea.”
“Why don’t you put all that energy into our homework?” Kageyama asks, not even lifting his eyes from the textbook.
“I’ll go work upstairs in you room and come back when I’m finished.”
“Alright.”
He takes his stuff and goes upstairs.
Hinata likes Kageyama’s room a lot, it’s not heavily decorated, it’s rather simple and minimalist but with great charm just likes it occupant. Volleyball posters are plastered on his walls cause of course. He lets himself fall onto the bed, it smells like his boyfriend which is to be expected since he sleeps there but still appreciated, the smell is soothing, it reminds Hinata of the boy he likes the most and of all the things he likes about him. He then gets up and wanders a little bit, opening up drawers upon drawers to get acquainted with his boyfriend’s every day life. He inspects his wardrobe, flicks through some of the books filling up the shelve among other things. There is something nice and solemn about it, being surrounded by him when he is actually not there. His little venture done, he lies once again on the large bed like a starfish, inhaling the comforting smell of the boy he so loves and winds up falling asleep. When he wakes up there is a body lying next to him and covers he doesn’t remember putting on are now enveloping his body. To his right a waterfall of dark hair falling on the face of the one and only Kageyama Tobio, he’s watching something on his cellphone but notices Hinata’s gaze on him.
“Sleep well Snow White?”
“How long did I sleep?” he rubs his eyes.
“ Well, I came here half an hour ago I think. To check up on you.” He sits up. “It’s getting kind of late, you must be hungry.”
“Yeah and I gotta go back home.” Hinata yawns.
Kageyama puts his cellphone down next to him and scoots closer to his partner.
“My sister won’t be there for diner so you can stay if you want.” He shakes his head and correct himself, his words came out the wrong way. “What I mean is that I’d like you to stay - the night but I’d understand if-“
He loses trail of whatever he planned on saying when Hinata almost leaps on him, puts his arms around his neck, his face the prettiest shade of pink, and places a peck on his lips, smiling through the kiss.
“I’d love to.” He whispers.
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When they are ready for bed Kageyama opens up one of his drawers and takes out a grey hoodie which he hands to his boyfriend. “It gets kind of chilly at night so you should wear this.”
It feels like a trophy.
“Thank you. Stay here while I change.” He does.
Hinata decides that he loves wearing his boyfriend’s clothes as he looks himself in the bathroom mirror, the hoodie is grey with a logo he doesn’t know plastered in the middle, and it’s way too big for him but he likes it. He might not give it back once he doesn’t need it anymore.
“Shouyou is everything alright in there?”
“Oh, yeah I was just getting dressed.”
“Can I get in? You forgot the pants.”
Indeed, he did forget about the pants, he looks at his bare legged self in the large mirror, the hoodie hangs over his thighs, it’s long enough to cover what must be covered, but not much more than that. He half-opens the door to his boyfriend.
“Don’t look at me though.”
“It’s not like I’ve never seen you undressed.” He sighs.
“Yeah but still.” He snatches the pants and shuts the door. “I’ll let you in when I’m finished.”
The pants part is less glorious though, an umpteenth reminder of how taller his boyfriend is. He ends up looking ridiculous, like a little boy trying on his dad’s clothes when he’s not around.
“I look ridiculous.” He whines.
“Can I come in?” Kageyama is in the bathroom before even finishing his sentence.
“I look stupid.” Hinata reiterates.
“No. You look cute.” It’s stated matter-of-factly with not even a iota of awkwardness which is strange coming from the setter, but that doesn’t mean it’s unpleasant. Still Hinata is taken aback by the sudden compliment, it flows so naturally and sounds so genuine he has to make sure he heard it well.
“I’m cute?” He asks.
“Well you’re my boyfriend.” Kageyama shrugs.
They’ve been together for three weeks but it still seems kind of surreal to him, hearing Kageyama say it makes him…bubbly. Hinata wants to tell him he loves him but he decides not too, taking baby steps was not easy but it was the safest option. He’d shower Kageyama with all the love in the world, so much love that words wouldn’t be necessary.
“Well, I don’t now about you but I have the prettiest boyfriend.” He says teasingly.
“Are you trying to compete with me, Shouyou?”
It might seem trivial but he’d never get sick of having Kageyama say his first name, there was something almost intimate about it, something he couldn’t put his finger on but didn’t need to anyways.
“I think I already won thought. I have you.” He laughs. Kageyama places a kiss on his forehead, light like a feather. “Lets get in bed;” he whispers.
“Carry me.”
“Huh?”
“Carry me?”
“What the hell?”
“You said you thought I was cute.”
“And?”
“Take your cute boyfriend to bed!” He opens his arms, waiting to be lifted, Kageyama complies after complaining about annoying tangerines or something like that, but Hinata is too over the moon to even listen. The setter lays him down slowly on the bed and installs himself right next to him.
“Come here.” He places himself behind Hinata and pulls him closer.
“Are you confortable?” he asks after his arrangements are done.
“Yeah but I’d be happier if I could see your face.” Kageyama doesn’t see his face but he knows for sure that Hinata is pouting.
“Well, I like having you like this.”
“But-what if in the morning you get like a - you see what I mean?“
“Are you calling me a pervert?!” Kageyama whisper-yells.
“Doesn’t mean you’re a pervert. It’s a natural thing.” Hinata whisper-yells louder.
“I promise you it won’t happen. Now sleep, you idiot.” He sounds exasperated at this point so Hinata doesn’t even defend himself. Kageyama buries his face into a mop of colorful hair, a sigh of emotional satisfaction espaces his lips.
“Good night Tobio.”
“G’night.”
After a couple of seconds of silence Hinata murmurs “Don’t worry though. Even if it were to happen I wouldn’t leave you. I’d never leave you.” He hopes Kageyama doesn’t hear him but given how tight he was held that night he wouldn’t bet on it.
The next day, while packing his stuff before going back home his eyes fall on the hoodie he slept in. If Kageyama thought he was cute in it then he’d keep it, plus it was a nice souvenir of their first sleepover as a couple. His mind was made, he sneaks into his bag, kisses his boyfriend goodbye and escapes the Kageyama household like a thief. But hey, with a little luck his boyfriend wouldn’t even notice.