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Kageyama for sure did not have a crush on Hinata Shouyou. He for sure did not feel butterflies in his stomach whenever Hinata laughed. He for sure didn't blush whenever Hinata would send him a random selfie at the strangest of times. He for sure didn't like sitting with Hinata at lunch just because of the way it made Hinata smile. He for sure didn't feel his heart clench with jealousy whenever Hinata ignored him for someone else. And he for sure, absolutely not, 100% did not stare at Hinata when he stretched during warm ups.
No, no way.
Except that he totally did.
It was hard not to stare. He wasn't sure when he started peeking over at the orange haired boy out of the corner of his eye, or when he started biting his lip as Hinata bent over, or how his cheeks would turn pink if Hinata's shirt would ride up. He only noticed it when Tanaka had called him out on it.
"... Hey, Kageyama? Are you trying to kill Hinata with that death stare?" Tanaka asked, tilting his head with his hands on his hips. "Seriously, man, it's getting weird."
"Hm?" Kageyama muttered, tearing his gaze away from Hinata to look at the older classmate. His expression was one of surprise before he realized, his cheeks turning slightly pink, that he must've been staring at Hinata for several minutes. His eyes widened at the thought. "I- I- no!" He shook his head, feeling only slightly horrified with the fact that not only had he been doing it, but that he had been caught too.
Tanaka snorted with a grin. "Sure, sure. Just don't kill him before the next game, okay?"
Kageyama looked away, expression darkening. Why the hell had he been staring? It wasn't like there was anything to stare at with Hinata. He wasn't a girl, so it wasn't like Kageyama could admire his chest. He wasn't cute, so that couldn't capture Kageyama's attention. It couldn't have been those toned legs that lead up to- No. No, nothing to look at.
For the rest of practice Kageyama brooded, refusing to even look Hinata's way. Ignoring his teammate had to make this thoughts go away. That resulted in several volleyballs hitting Hinata in various places. All because Kageyama knew if he looked Hinata's way against then he'd end up staring. It must've been bad because Daichi told him to sit out for the rest of practice. Sitting on the sidelines made it slightly easier, he could stare at the floor instead of his teammate, but it also pissed him off.
This was all dumbass Hinata's fault.
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It didn't get better, only worse. Every practice Kageyama found himself looking at Hinata. Looking in ways that friends or teammates or whatever the hell they were really shouldn't. Kageyama's face would flush when he caught sight of Hinata stretching. His heart would jump when Hinata jumped to hit one of his tosses. It was getting bad and Kageyama knew it. He flat out refused to look Hinata's direction in the locker rooms.
His game was off too, which just made him angrier. When he wasn't staring at Hinata, mind full of thoughts too dirty to mention out loud, he was glaring at the smaller boy.
The worse part was that Hinata didn't even fucking know. He was completely oblivious that he was making Kageyama's life hell. That Kageyama couldn't get him out of his head. He had no clue and that pissed Kageyama off. At least take some goddamn responsibility, Kageyama thought.
But it wasn't like Kageyama was going to tell Hinata what was going on.
No, that was an awful idea.
This had been going on for a week. A week of staring and frustration and missed tosses and so many dreams that Kageyama lost count of the number. It felt like he was going to burst. There had to be a way to fix it, but so far no solution seemed to be in sight. Ignoring Hinata wasn't working and it wasn't like Kageyama could just forget these thoughts.
Then things got worse. When Kageyama walked into the locker room he was sure that the universe was completely against him. Some god had to find this situation hilarious and decided to just make everything worse. He was the only person in the room, save for one small, orange haired volleyball player who was in the middle of changing. 'Fuck,' Kageyama thought to himself as he was unable to tear his gaze away from Hinata's naked back. 'I'm so so so screwed.'
Only when Hinata started to turn around did Kageyama turn away. He walked in and shut the door behind him, it wasn't like he could just leave. All he could do was pray that someone would walk in before Kageyama got a chance to jump the small mass of energy next to him.
"Kageyama!" Hinata shouted, surprised, his hands coming up in a defensive position. Unimpressed, Kageyama just raised an eyebrow as a reply. He watched as Hinata slowly started to relax, forcing himself to keep his gaze above Hinata's shoulders. So so so screwed.
"Don't shout, dumbass." Kageyama muttered, turning towards his locker. He could do this. Change fast and hurry to practice. His thoughts defiantly wouldn't get the best of him. Just stay calm and-
"Are you mad at me?" Hinata broke the silence that was just starting to become semi comfortable around them. He pulled his shirt on, glancing up at Kageyama.
Kageyama paused, looking down at Hinata. "... What?" Fuck fuck fuck f u c k had he noticed? Had Kageyama been acting so obvious that even Hinata had noticed?
"Welllll." Hinata swung his arms slightly, looking away as if trying to think of the right words. "You've been really mad the past week, glaring at me all the time. And you keep hitting me with volleyballs!" Hinata huffed, turning to pout at Kageyama.
"I didn't mean to hit you-"
"You've done it at least a dozen times the past week! They can't all be accidents." Hinata gasped, "don't tell me the King is loosing his edge!"
Expression dark, Kageyama turned to Hinata. He knew better than anyone that Kageyama hated that nickname. Quickly Kageyama reached out, fingers going to grip Hinata's hair. Luckily for both of them, Hinata was fast enough to dodge. "Dumbass, don't call me that."
"It's true though, isn't it?!" Hinata's eyes widened.
"It's not!"
"It is!"
"Not!"
Hinata stomped his foot, clearly frustrated that they were getting nowhere. "Then what is it? What's causing you to act like this?"
Kageyama stared at the orange haired boy. The past week's events and feeling felt like they were bubbling under his skin. It had been getting progressively worse, but this was the last straw. The words burst from Kageyama's mouth before he could even think to stop them. "It's you, you idiot! It's the fact that I can't stop fucking staring at you everyday! What's causing it is you and how damn hot you are!"
All the air left Kageyama's lungs as the realization of what he just said hit him. That wasn't suppose to happen. A pink blush crept across his cheeks, his whole face warm. It was a complete contrast from Hinata, who had gone completely white in shock. The shorter boy opened his mouth to say something, probably about how that was disgusting or how Kageyama was perverted, but Kageyama quickly turned to run out of the room. He didn't want to hear whatever Hinata had to say-
"Oh no you don't-" Hinata cried, reaching out and grabbing the back of Kageyama's shirt. "You can't just say that and run away!" He pulled on the shirt, briefly chocking Kageyama. Hinata kept pulling until the two of them ended up toppling over onto the floor.
Kageyama's head hit the floor with a thunk. "Ow! Fuck! Hinata-" He yelled, ready to stand up and pull the other up by the hair for being so stupid. Instead of that, though, smaller hands pushed against his shoulders and kept him on the floor. Hinata sat up above him, his white face being returned to life with a bright red.
"Y-you can't just say that!" Hinata shook his head. For a slip second Kageyama was sure that Hinata was blushing so much his hair was even glowing. "Bakageyama! Why would you say something like that?"
"Because it's true!" Kageyama blurted out. 'That's right,' he thought, 'keep digging yourself into a hole.'
"Bwaah!" Hinata's face exploded in a burst of red. "Don't say stuff like that!"
"Why-" What was Kageyama even asking? It was obvious why he shouldn't stay stuff like that. It was weird. Strange. Different. He was cut off from his question, by a pair of lips.
The kiss was short, quick, and rather clumsy. Their noses bumped and Hinata pressed down too hard, but Kageyama still felt his heart stutter.
As soon as it started it was over. Hinata pulled away in a flash and stood up. Kageyama didn't get a chance to see his expression because he spun around and raced out the door, shouting at the top of his lungs, "it's embarrassing!!!"
Kageyama laid on the floor, staring at the opened door. It took several seconds to collect his thoughts, but without thinking about it he was on his feet and running after Hinata. "Dumbass, don't run away! You're going to miss warm ups!"