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They're on the well-trod path home after practice, muscles barely aching even after nearly six hours of practice—but Hinata is sure he'll feel every last one of those hours tomorrow. Still, he's chattering proudly and excitedly about getting better at his receives, and Kageyama is quiet as usual, but radiating a reassuring confidence. It is dark and the streets are silent and there is only the sound of Hinata's voice and the squeak-clang of his bicycle chain and his friend's footsteps in-sync with his.
"You were not terrible," Kageyama concedes, and Hinata almost chides him for it, except that it's high praise, coming from Kageyama.
Hinata beams at him, and his friend doesn't look over, but his ears do grow a bit pink.
They reach the fork in the road where they typically part, and Hinata slows his bicycle to a stop.
He tips his head up, nervous anticipation rabbiting his chest, just as Kageyama leans across the metallic length of his bike, one broad hand enclosing his where it rests on the bike handle. He brings his face close to Hinata's, tilted to the side just so, such that when their mouths meet they slot together seamlessly, dry and warm and sweet.
It's a chaste kiss, close-mouthed as all the previous ones have been, but a deep warmth unfurls in Hinata's chest. He inhales, and he feels it expand with his chest, as if the lingering heat of Kageyama's mouth is suffusing him from the inside out.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning," Kageyama murmurs, and Hinata is left staring at his friend's mouth, a little gormlessly.
"Yes," he replies, to an empty street.