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Kageyama scowled. “This is stupid,” he grumbled, angrily pulling off his shirt.
“No,” Hinata said, reaching out to take the clothing from the taller boy’s hand, “this is literally the smartest idea I’ve ever had.”
Kageyama’s frown somehow managed to deepen as he crossed his arms tight against his bare chest. “So it’s stupid.”
“Hey!” Hinata shot him a glare as Kageyama let out a huff and leaned over to grab the water bottle. “Just be quiet and try your best to look hot, alright?”
“Well that’s a little bit difficult when this entire thing is stupid,” Kageyama snapped.
“Idiot. It’s not my fault.” Hinata squinted down at his phone screen. “I’m not the one who decided to just go ahead and become a viral sensation.”
“Oi!” Kageyama threw up his hands. “I didn’t decide to do anything! How was I supposed to know that girl was filming?”
Hinata rolled his eyes. “Just shut up and be hot, Kageyama.” Raising up his phone, he shot a thumbs-up at the taller boy and nodded.
Kageyama, however, just glared at Hinata for another long moment before heaving out a loud exhale and bringing the water bottle to his lips. “Stupid,” Kageyama muttered, quickly taking a swig. “There.” He lowered the bottle and wiped his mouth. “Happy now, dumbass?”
Hinata frowned. “You didn’t do the thing.”
“What thing?”
“The-“ Hinata flapped his arms around. “The thing.”
Kageyama furrowed his eyebrows. “You literally just repeated yourself, idiot.”
Hinata huffed out loudly, frowning. “You know what I’m talking about - the whole I’m-Kageyama-and-I’m-so-hot thing!”
“I’m Kageyama and I’m so hot?”
“Yes!”
The setter’s forehead creased. “You think I’m hot?”
“I- what?” Hinata’s entire face flushed red, his eyes going wide, but Kageyama just continued to stare at him with slightly furrowed eyebrows. The shorter boy’s skin turned an even deeper shade of scarlet. “I never- not me! People! The internet!” he sputtered. “You went viral, okay, so it’s, like, objective, alright, not weird!”
But that just made Kageyama’s eyes narrow even more. “So you think I’m objectively hot?”
“Wha- no! No, you’re- no!” Hinata could feel the back of his neck steadily growing warmer. “Just do your stupid thing, okay?”
Kageyama stared at him for another long moment. “Fine,” he said, squaring his jaw determinedly. “But you better be filming this, dumbass, because I’m only doing it once.”
Closing his eyes, Kageyama tilted his head back, his black bangs brushing against his eyelids. Wow. Hinata swallowed. Yeah. Okay. So that was definitely- the thing, yes, he was definitely doing the thing.
Damn. Hinata watched with wide eyes as the setter lifted the bottle to his lips. He was so done for. He was so, so done f-
“Oi. What are you staring at?” Kageyama was glaring at him. Hinata flushed pink. Oh god. Kageyama’s eyes. Oh god. “Did you take the video or what?”
“The video!” Hinata’s voice was a squeak as he scrambled to look down at the phone. “The vid- yes, of course, the video. Right. Um.” Kageyama was still glaring at him. Hinata’s flush deepened. “Let me just- there.”
Kageyama started towards him to take a look at the screen, and Hinata jumped back. The setter paused. “What?” he said, his forehead creasing.
“Put your shirt back on, stupid!” Hinata squawked.
“Why?”
“Because!”
Kageyama’s eyes narrowed. “Am I still doing the thing?”
“What thing?”
“The whole I’m-Kageyama-and-I’m-so-hot thing.”
“What?” Hinata’s face turned a darker shade of red.
“Is that why you want me to put the shirt on? Because I’m still doing the thing?”
Oh god. Hinata quickly looked back down at the phone. “Just put on your dumb shirt!”
The redhead could feel Kageyama’s gaze boring two holes in the top of his forehead before the setter finally let out a huff. “Fine, idiot,” he grumbled, pulling on the shirt as he strode forward. “You happy now?”
“Mhm.” Hinata kept his lips locked tightly, his gaze focused on the phone’s screen. Don’t look now. Don’t look now don’t look now don’t look-
“Seriously, Hinata?” Kageyama’s voice was quiet, right by his ear. The shorter boy could practically feel his breath against his cheek. “You couldn’t think of a better username?”
Heat crept up the back of Hinata’s neck, and his grip on the phone tightened. Don’t look now. Just don’t look now. “What?” he said. “It’s to the point.”
“It’s dumb, that’s what it is.” Kageyama leaned closer to read off the screen. Hinata swallowed hard. Oh god. “Seriously? ‘That-guy-from-the-drinking-water-vid’? That was your best idea?”
Hinata let out a huff. “It’s recognizable, alright?”
“No, it’s stupid, stupid.”
“People will remember you.”
“As what? The guy from the drinking water video?” Kageyama scoffed. “Oh yeah, I’m sure that’s exactly what I want to be remembered as.”
“Hey, we’re trying to build a brand here.”
“Brand? Who said anything about a-“
Hinata spun his head around to glare at him. “You were the one who agreed to do this, you know!”
The expression in Kageyama’s blue irises became unreadable, and Hinata’s eyes widened. Oh no. He’d done the one thing he knew he shouldn’t have - he’d gone and he’d looked and holy cow, Kageyama was really very incredibly close and his blue eyes seemed even closer and they were searching his: oh god, Kageyama’s blue eyes were searching his and a thousand red alarms started ringing loudly in Hinata’s head and abort. Fuck. Abort. Fucking abort.
“There!” Hinata squeaked, spinning his head back to the phone. “It’s posted.”
“What?” Kageyama turned to stare at the screen, his voice growing louder. “You idiot, we didn’t even watch it! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“It’ll be fine.”
“How could you know that, dumbass?”
“I’m now your social media manager, Kageyama.” Hinata let out a huff, focusing on scrolling through his phone. “It’s my job to know this stuff.”
The setter just stared at the side of his face for a long moment. “What?” he said finally.
“What?”
“You’re my… what?” He paused, and when he next spoke, his voice was quieter. “You want to do more of these?”
“Well yeah, of course I do; if this goes well, we can- wait.” Hinata’s eyebrows furrowed, and he turned to look at Kageyama. “Do you not?”
The setter’s face was red. Hinata’s forehead creased. “Kageyama?”
After another long second of just staring at him, Kageyama coughed and nodded his chin back towards the screen. “So what are we supposed to do now?” he grumbled.
“Well I don’t know.” Hinata turned back to the phone, reloading the page. “You were the one who went viral last time - you tell me.”
“I didn’t know she was posting that video, stupid!”
“Fine then, I guess we just wait or something.”
“Wait?”
“Yeah, wait.” Hinata turned to furrow his eyebrows at Kageyama. “You don’t need to be standing over my shoulder like that, you know. I’ll tell you if anything changes.”
The setter, however, didn’t move, his blue eyes studying Hinata’s expression. The redhead’s skin flushed pink. Oh god. “Hey, I said you don’t have to-“
“I know.” Kageyama’s gaze remained trained on Hinata’s face, his eyebrows furrowed, as if he was trying to figure something out. The spiker’s blush deepened. He was so close. Oh god oh god oh god oh- “Does this make you feel weird?”
“What?” Hinata hoped that wasn’t a voice crack.
“Does this make you feel weird?” Kageyama leaned in a bit, narrowing his eyes. “Me, being this close.”
“I-“ Hinata couldn’t drag his eyes away. His face felt hot. “Don’t be stupid.”
Kageyama’s gaze was unwavering. “You’re the stupid one.”
“No, you’re the-“ Hinata’s voice died out, however, to watch Kageyama’s hand slowly come up and grow closer to his face in silence. The setter’s index finger hovered in front of the shorter boy’s head for a long moment, but then, quickly, it ducked forward to tap him lightly on the nose. Hinata’s eyes widened.
“How about now?” Kageyama asked. “Did that makes you feel weird?”
“I-“ Hinata pushed him away, his forehead creasing. “What was that, you idiot?”
Kageyama let out a huff, crossing his arms. “Dumbass. That was a test.”
“Wha-“ Hinata just blinked at him. “Well what the hell are you testing me on?”
“How much the thing works, idiot.” Kageyama rolled his eyes. “Obviously.”
“Obv- what? What thing?”
“You know, the whole I’m-Kageyama-and-I’m-so-hot thing.”
Hinata groaned, his face turning red. “Are we seriously still talking about this?”
“Of course, dummy. You called me hot. That’s worthy of a conversation.”
Oh god. Hinata’s cheeks flushed a darker shade of scarlet. “I did not call you hot!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot.” Kageyama arched an eyebrow. “You didn’t call me hot; you called me objectively hot.”
Hinata wanted to be swallowed by a man-eating hole. Immediately. The deeper, the darker, the better. Oh god. “I- that’s not what I meant!”
“Really?” Kageyama narrowed his eyes. “So do you not find me attractive?”
“Of course I- I’m not attracted to you, okay?” Hinata forced out a laugh, his face steadily getting redder. “We’re friends! You’re my friend! I don’t- no! That would be weird, right, that would be weird because we’re friends, yeah?”
Kageyama furrowed his eyebrows, studying him for a long moment. “Fine.” He scowled before turning around and starting away in the opposite direction. “Whatever.”
“Hey!” Hinata followed after him. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Kageyama’s voice was bitter, and he didn’t look over his shoulder. “I don’t care about your stupid videos. I’m done.”
Hinata frowned. “Well then why’d you agree to do them in the first place?”
“Because, you idiot!” The setter spun around to glare at Hinata. “You said I looked good!”
Hinata froze, the gears in his mind churning to a halt and his voice going to a squeak. “What?”
“What?”
“You-“
“Dumbass.”
“Huh?”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Excuse me?”
Kageyama let out a huff, turning back around. “Whatever. I’m done with this.”
“Hey- wait! Kageyama!”
But the setter didn’t turn around and instead only continued away from him.
Hinata screwed his eyes shut. Oh god. He couldn’t believe he was about to do this. “The thing works, okay?” he shouted, his face beet red. Kageyama paused, and Hinata sucked in another deep breath. “Your test, I mean - it worked, it really fucking worked, and my heart just keeps on going-“ Hinata’s voice box struggled for a moment, “gwah, alright, like all- I don’t even know, but it’s weird because you’re my friend, and it shouldn’t be working on me but it does. Your thing. It really, really works on me. So.” Hinata looked down at his hands. Oh god. He was an idiot. A literal, real-life idiot. Oh god. “Yeah,” he finished. “Yeah. Uh, yeah.”
Hinata bit his lip. Great. Finishing with eloquence. That was just- great. He winced. Oh god.
Nobody seemed to move for a long second, but then Hinata could hear Kageyama taking a few steps closer to him. Keeping his gaze focused on his shoes, the redhead tried to will himself not to glance up. Don’t look now. Don’t look now don’t look now don’t look-
“Does this work too?” His voice was gruff, and Hinata looked over a bit to see that Kageyama had interlaced their fingers together. No way. Hinata’s eyes widened, and he quickly moved his gaze up to the setter’s face, where Kageyama was resolutely avoiding the redhead’s eyes, his cheeks pink. “I said does this work too, dumbass?” he repeated after a long moment went by with no response.
Hinata, meanwhile, was still trying to get his brain to form some semblance of coherent thought. With every second that ticked by, however, that goal was seeming farther and farther away. “Mhm,” he forced out instead, nodding with round eyes and hoping that his voice didn’t sound as strangled as he thought it did.
“Okay.” Kageyama still wouldn’t look at his face. “We should do this more then.”
Hinata’s eyes widened. “Mhm,” he hummed again - though to be honest, it sounded less like humming and more like a person getting suffocated with a pillow.
Kageyama’s eyes quickly darted towards Hinata’s for a brief moment before the setter’s face flushed a darker shade and he immediately looked away once again. “Dumbass,” he muttered.
Hinata needed a hole. One deep, dark hole. “Mhm,” he squeaked.
“Is that all you can say?”
It didn't even need to be deep or dark. Hinata could lower his standards. “Mhm,” he managed to choke out once more. Seriously though. A pothole would do.
“Idiot.” Kageyama turned to glare at him, and Hinata’s eyes grew even rounder when he saw how red the setter’s skin was. “This isn’t exactly easy for me either, you know.”
Hinata just blinked at him for a long second. Then, slowly, his lips began to widen into a smile. “Oh god,” he murmured, his grin growing. “I am so, so done for.”