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Kageyama Tobio is annoyed. He is completely, utterly, unbearably annoyed.
One might say that is his natural state, to which he’d say fuck you. It’s not, his natural state is lovely, thank you very much.
But right now he’s scathingly, viciously, entirely annoyed.
The cause of that annoyance, you ask? A certain Hinata Shouyou.
Energetic and loud and stupid, hinata shouyou. Whose hair is too bright and smile is too wide and personality is too /big/ to fit into that tiny body of his. Which brings kageyama to one of his main problems:
Hinata shouyou’s fucking body.
Now before your mind starts going where it shouldn’t, kageyama has not been staring at said body to notice these things, he hasn’t. It’s just that, as his setter, he should be observant of the little tangerine of terror. That’s it, that’s all.
Anyways, the body: it’s small and strong and quick and it rubs kageyama exactly the wrong way.
It’s unexpected and unprecedented and the things it does should not be humanly possible. For real, have you /seen/ the guy jump? It’s completely utterly… you get the point.
Hinata shouyou’s body is bad as a whole, but what’s worse is that it consists of different parts. Seriously, why does he need two overly large eyes with that very specific honey-amber-y color that kageyama definitely doesn’t see in his dreams?
And why do they have to sparkle whenever he wants something? How could kageyama say no then? It’s cheating, it’s ridiculous, it’s unfair, it’s annoying. And that’s just his eyes. Kageyama could probably write whole novels about the rest of him. Maybe he will.
He’d write about his dumb jaw that doesn’t even seem to be working if his ability to keep water in his mouth is any indication. A jaw that literally glistens whenever hinata decides he needs a drink.
How could kageyama not look at that?
What if there actually was something wrong with it? What it Hinata had some sort of weird jaw problem and it’d affect his game? But that only annoys kageyama further. It’s dumb and dreadful and distracting. Nothing should distract him during volleyball.
He’d write about his cheeks that are too puffy and turn red whenever kageyama comes near them, which definitely doesn’t make him want to rub them under the tips of his fingers. He’d write about his mouth that gapes just a little when he isn’t sure what to do and the tongue that darts out of said mouth when he is.
He’d write about his lips that if he looks closely at might not be unkissable. They’re soft and a little wet, which he knows because he’d inspected them with small strokes when Hinata head-butted a volleyball.
He’d write about his thighs that propel him upwards but somehow never quite seem to catch him perfectly on his landing. They’re good thighs, which is annoying in and of itself because stupid Hinata shouyou doesn’t know how to use them.
He’d write about his stomach that he sometimes gets glimpses of when his own personal nightmare goes a little too overboard with training. Which is, you guessed it, annoying.
Because now every time kageyama sees it he’s reminded of a winded Hinata that pushes himself too far. Really, he should stop overdoing it. It might impact his ability to play one of these days. And kageyama, as a setter, can’t have that.
He could probably write a whole lot more about hinata shouyou’s dumb fucking body but the point is, it’s completely, utterly, annoying.
What annoys kageyama the most about it though, is that despite the maybe slightly impressive things it does, hinata shouyou does not seem to know how to take care of it.
And not only does that mean the boy attached to it can get sick or hurt but also that if he does he won’t be able to play volleyball. Unforgivable! Reckless! Annoy- Kageyama doesn’t care hinata might feel sick and hot and shivery and hot and sweaty and hot, ahem.
He doesn’t!
It’s not that hinata would probably feel bad or weak or whatever. But more so that, as a setter, he’d rather not lose precious practice time because someone couldn’t care for his body properly.
Kageyama could probably care for it properly. He’d feed it and keep it warm but let it cool off when needed. He’d rub the tension out and he’d let it rest after. So it’d be ready for practice, of course.
And then it’d invade his space, muscles moving too fast, jumping too high, coming too close. Which brings kageyama to his second main problem:
Hinata Shouyou’s fucking lack of personal space.
Now this isn’t a problem as much as it is the bane of Kageyama’s existence. Because whenever Hinata does his thing, you know, the one where he pops up out of nowhere and is suddenly right next to you, Kageyama feels his heart rate pick up, purely out of alarm. That cannot be healthy! And therefore it shouldn’t be allowed. End of story.
It doesn’t help that when Hinata shouyou doesn’t exercise his lack of personal space, kageyama feels like something is wrong. Like he’s conditioned to be within 3 feet of him at all times.
Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous, and annoying to boot!
It’s not like he wants Hinata to bump into him when they walk, it’s not like he chooses for him to fall asleep right on his shoulder when they’re on the bus, it’s not like he hopes one day those lips stop falling over words to fall onto him instead.
Except, shit, maybe he does.
Maybe the thing about Hinata Shouyou that annoys Kageyama the most, is the fact that he makes him feel all warm and fuzzy and weird inside. Maybe it’s that he can’t stop thinking about bright orange hair that match a bright grinny smile that capture the essence of this boy of his drea- nightmares.
Maybe it’s that he’s in love, completely, utterly, unbearably in love.
Maybe that is his new natural state. To which he’d say yes please, because who wouldn’t want it to be?
Maybe right now, he’s scathingly, viciously, entirely in love.
And maybe, just maybe, that's okay.