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Kageyama Tobio has his little quirks. Quirks that have gotten him into trouble more often than not.
Kageyama has a tendency to shout “SHUT UP ALREADY” whenever someone sneezes, instead of saying “Bless you” like he should.
Kageyama has a tendency to whack people upside the head when they do a good job instead of complimenting them like a normal person would.
Kageyama has a tendency to drink strawberry milk when he’s angry, chocolate when he’s sad, and normal milk when he’s happy.
Kageyama has a tendency to express his fondness for a certain orange haired spiker by screeching “BOKE HINATA BOKE” instead of just telling the stupid shrimp that he loves him.
And Kageyama talks in his sleep.
And so one day, during summer break, when Hinata called him with a sleepover invite, Kageyama refused in a split second.
“Aw, come on Bakageyama! It’ll be fun!!” Kageyama could practically hear the tangerine pouting.
“No. It’s not gonna happen.” Kageyama said firmly. Kageyama would love to go. He would absolutely love it. But he wasn't gonna risk saying some crazy garbage in his sleep. Plus, Kageyama had never been to a sleepover before, and he didn't even know how to act, or what to do, or what to bring, or anything like that.
“But Kageyama-kun, you’ve never even come to my house before! You’re my friend and friends are supposed to hang out and stuff!” Kageyama felt warmth rising in his cheeks. He still couldn’t get over the fact that Hinata considered him a friend. Kageyama had never had a friend before, but if anyone was to be his first, he wasn’t surprised that it was Hinata. Hinata was his first of many things. His first volleyball partner, his first love, and apparently his first friend too.
Kageyama fell back on his bed, dropping the phone. He turned over, smothering his face into his pillow, thinking hard. Hinata wanted him to come over. Hinata WANTED him over! How could Kageyama say no? Kageyama scoffed, realizing that if Hinata was actually here, asking him in person, he would have said yes in a heartbeat, just to see the look of ecstasy on his face.
Kageyama snatched up the phone in time to hear Hinata say,
“-there Kageyama? Okay, I'll just go now.”
“Wait, Hinata!” He called out quickly.
“Um, I guess it can’t hurt for me to come over for a bit.” He heard Hinata make a noise of excitement and imagined him jumping up and down, his bright orange hair flying all over the place.
“Okay Kageyama, come over in 10 minutes!!!” Kageyama felt a laugh building in his chest, but quickly suppressed it. Just like Hinata to invite him over a mere 10 minutes in advance.
“Boke, Hinata Boke! I haven’t even packed, or anything yet!” He heard Hinata laugh from the other end,
“Well then you better hurry!!” Kageyama started to say something, but Hinata had hung up. Kageyama stood there for a moment, just trying to comprehend what had happened. Then he felt a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and in the solitude of his room, he allowed himself a grin.
Kageyama wasn’t sure what to pack, so he shoved whatever clothes he could find into his bag, and, on his way out the door, grabbed one of his volleyballs.
By bike it was around 20 minutes from his house to Hinata’s. A bit further away than Kageyama would like, but it was worth it. He clambered onto his bicycle and began his way down the road. After a few minutes he was starting to wish he biked more often, he may have been in good shape, but he wasn’t used to the steep hills.
Finally, he reached his destination. The moment he stopped, he heard excited sounds from the house, and the door was flung open. Hinata stood in the doorway in all his glory, and Kageyama couldn’t stop himself from leaping off his bike and running towards the smaller boy. He almost couldn’t stop himself from hugging him, but he halted just in time. Hinata was grinning from ear to ear.
“Hi Kageyama!” He said, a twinkle in his eye.
“Hi Hinata.” Kageyama said breathlessly. Suddenly Kageyama heard a muffled giggling noise, and cocked his head at Hinata in concern. Hinata laughed,
“It's okay Natsu, you can come out now!” And from behind Hinata, a small figure stepped out. She looked.. Well, like a smaller, female version of Hinata. She had her hair up in pigtails with little cherry blossom clips, and wore a shy smile. The moment she saw Kageyama, she squealed in fright and ducked back behind Hinata. Kageyama had to resist the urge to laugh. Hinata pulled the smaller girl out from behind him, smiling, and said,
“Natsu, this is Kageyama. He’s a friend.” The girl, Natsu, looked him up and down and said,
“You're tall! And your face is scary!!” And with that the girl ran giggling down the hall. Kageyama was both shocked and annoyed. Hinata glanced up at Kageyama and laughed. God, Kageyama loved that laugh.
“I mean she’s not wrong!” Hinata said teasingly. Kageyama grabbed Hinata by the hair and squeezed his head, provoking small noises of anger from the orange-haired boy.
Kageyama couldn’t help thinking how soft Hinata’s hair was, and how nice it would be to run his fingers through it, brush it out of Hinata’s amber eyes, kiss those soft curls- Aaaaaand, he had to cut himself off there before his thoughts went off into places they weren’t allowed to go.
Kageyama wasn’t sure when he had started fantasizing about Hinata, but it felt like years. It had even started to interfere with his setting ability, which was a real problem. It almost made him wish he had never started to feel this way, because nothing mattered more to Kageyama than volleyball. But at this point Kageyama was certain these feelings weren’t going to go away just because he wanted them to. Then again, Kageyama was also certain that he would never be able to confess to Hinata.
“Kageyama?” Hinata’s voice shook him from his thoughts. His hand was still buried in Hinata’s hair, but all pressure he had previously been applying had vanished. Hinata was looking up at him with concern, his eyes flickering from Kageyama’s distracted expression to the setter’s hand resting on Hinata’s orange curls. Kageyama snatched his hand back quickly, blushing. Hinata’s pale brown eyes still looked concerned.
“You okay, Yama?” Kageyama felt himself blush even more at the nickname. Hinata was too cute for his own good.
“Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, boke…” Kageyama said, avoiding Hinata’s eyes. He heard Hinata giggle, and glanced back over at him. Hinata had a knowing look in his eye that made Kageyama’s heart thump a little bit faster. Hinata couldn’t know… could he?
“Kageyama-kun, if you wanna play with my hair, just ask! I know some of my old elementary school friends used to like to braid it and put it in silly hair styles!” Hinata doubled over laughing, and continued,
“I mean, I didn’t think that you were the type, but I don’t mind! My mom always tells me it's remarkably soft!” Kageyama felt his face go red as a tomato. Hinata was so stupid.
“Boke, that’s not it!” Hinata laughed a little.
“Well maybe it isn’t, but I still don’t mind if you want to!” Kageyama was sure he was going to explode from sheer embarrassment at this point, his face slowly turning redder and redder. Hinata collapsed to the floor, reduced to fits of giggles. Kageyama just watched as Hinata rolled around on the floor, his hair strewn across his beaming face. And for a moment it felt like he was in that anime, Ouran Club or whatever, and Hinata seemed to be surrounded by shimmering lights and flowers, his features still more dazzling than any of the imaginary things surrounding him.
Kageyama shook his head to clear the lights and the blush away. Hinata jumped up and grinned at him,
“I know Kageyama! How about we watch something! There’s this new movie that came out, and I've been wanting to see it, but Natsu won’t watch it with me, she says it looks too scary!” Kageyama nodded, breathing an internal sigh of relief that Hinata seemed to have forgotten about his slip up for the time being.
The duo stepped out of the entry hallway into the living room. Hinata immediately flopped onto the nearby couch, but Kageyama just stood there awkwardly, holding his bag over one shoulder. Hinata glanced over at him, noticing his uncertainty, and laughed again. How did Hinata laugh this much?
“Oh don’t worry about that, just set your bag down over there somewhere, you can bring it up to my room later.” Hinata said, gesturing vaguely at the ground. Kageyama opted to set it right near the arm of the couch and sat down, a safe distance from Hinata. Hinata snatched up the remote and started the movie.
It was a very visually pleasing movie, but it was sort of confusing, and seeing as there was no volleyball in it whatsoever, Kageyama quickly got bored. Hinata seemed to be enjoying himself however, jumping whenever an alien popped up out of nowhere, screaming and shouting during the fight scenes, and gasping at any dramatic character reveals, which were plentiful.
Kageyama tried to pay attention, but eventually he found his eyes wandered to Hinata, and soon enough, rather than watching the movie, he was watching Hinata. Every astonished noise, every squeal of excitement, every little motion in his hands or shoulders or face made Kageyama’s heart skip a beat.
As the credits rolled, Hinata leaned back for the first time since the movie had begun, and began chattering on about how the story had wrapped up. Kageyama couldn’t help noticing that they were a lot closer together than they had been when they had first sat down. Hinata dropped his hands to his thighs with a small smack and said,
“So what did you think, Kageyama?!” Kageyama blushed a little, desperately trying to remember some aspect of the movie,
“Um, well the effects were decent, and the characters were.. Good I guess, and well…” Kageyama trailed off, knowing Hinata wouldn’t be satisfied with that answer,
“I guess I’d still rather play volleyball with you.” He concluded, feeling like Hinata would understand that. Sure enough, the ginger grinned and quickly responded with,
“Well then let's play! I'll go grab my volleyball from upstairs and-” Kageyama shyly pulled his volleyball out of his bag, cutting Hinata off.
Hinata beamed at him, and Kageyama felt like the world would be absolutely perfect as long as he got to see Hinata smile like that every day (and play volleyball of course).
The two boys made their way outside, and began tossing the volleyball back and forth, Hinata receiving, and Kageyama tossing. They only broke the rhythm and lost the ball six times, which was an all time high for them. Everytime they did so Kageyama would yell at Hinata, and Hinata would yell back, and Hinata would go fetch the ball, and Kageyama would toss it to him again.
And every time Kageyama struck the volleyball towards Hinata, his spiker’s face would light up with sheer joy, and occasionally his eyes would flicker to Kageyama for a split second, before doing his best to receive.
They continued like this for several hours, never stopping for a moment. After all, both boys lived and breathed volleyball.
They stopped when Hinata’s mother called them from the window,
“Boys! Come inside already, it’s already dark out and dinner’s getting cold!”
“Right!” Kageyama and Hinata called out in unison.
Kageyama reached for the ball, but Hinata did too, and for the briefest of moments, their fingers brushed. Kageyama felt a chill go up his spine.
It wasn’t like Kageyama never touched Hinata. He whacked him, and punched him, and tugged him along by the back of his shirt all the time. But this was different. This felt more… intimate. It felt soft and gentle, and Kageyama could all to easily imagine this same touch on his face, neck, lips-
And Kageyama had to cut himself off again before things went too far. He felt his face grow hot with embarrassment yet again. Kageyama glanced up from the volleyball, and saw that Hinata was blushing too. Kageyama found himself staring as Hinata rolled the volleyball out of Kageyama’s fingertips and tossed it back to him, before calling out,
“Race you inside!” Kageyama immediately tore after him, not stopping to linger on the fact that Hinata had blushed too.
Kageyama darted into the kitchen, one step behind Hinata, and nearly crashed right into Mrs. Hinata. He tried to stutter out an apology to the smaller woman, but she only laughed cheerfully,
“Don’t worry about it, dear, it happens all the time in this household! Shouyou and Natsu are both full of nervous energy and can never seem to sit still!” She said, laughing again. It seemed like this entire family was just full of laughter.
“Mommmm!” Hinata called from a few feet away, looking annoyed. Mrs. Hinata laughed AGAIN, and replied,
“All right Sho, calm down! I’ve made a pot of udon with some sushi.” She said, gesturing to the table, where a steaming pot and several elegant platters of sushi lay.
“Eat all you like, Kageyama-kun! From the looks of you you don’t get many home cooked meals!” She said, smiling. Kageyama nodded sheepishly. Mrs. Hinata strode out of the room calling,
“I'll leave you two alone now!” As she closed the door, she gave Kageyama a knowing glance, winked at him, and whispered,
“Take good care of him, will you?” And slammed the door shut. Kageyama stood there for a moment, uncertain what had just happened, before Hinata called out,
“Come eat, Bakageyama! What are you, a lamppost?” Kageyama shook himself, and strode back over to the table where Hinata was eating. He sat down across from him and began piling food onto his plate.
“That metaphor makes no sense, boke!” He said, provoking an angry retort from Hinata, which Kageyama quickly responded to, and before long they were arguing away like usual, even while shoveling food in their mouths.
Kageyama looked around, and noticed that the room was heavily curtained, and decorated with small candles and a dim light. It looked almost… romantic. He remembered Mrs. Hinata’s words, and wondered if this was her doing. If so, he had to remember to thank her later.
Before long both Kageyama and Hinata were leaning back in their chairs, stuffed to the brim. Hinata said something along the lines of, ‘My Mom’s a good cook, isn’t she?” And Kageyama nodded in agreement, before saying,
“You’ve got food all over your face.” Hinata raised a hand to try and brush it away, but only cleared around half of the rice and noodles stuck to his cheeks. Kageyama scoffed, and found himself reaching out, murmuring,
“Let me get it.” He gently brushed his fingertips across Hinata’s cheeks, taking the food with it. His fingers made their way towards Hinata’s lips of their own accord, and they brushed them ever so slightly. Soft, wet with soup, a little chapped.
Suddenly Kageyama realized what he was doing, and jerked his hand away, mentally cursing himself. Hinata looked ever so slightly stunned, his own fingers coming to rest on his lips. Kageyama blushed, ashamed. He should have known better than to do something like that! Now he had only weirded Hinata out. He mentally whacked himself in the head with a volleyball.
“Thanks.” Hinata said quietly. Kageyama glanced up towards Hinata, who was smiling slightly. Kageyama felt his spirits rise a little. Their eyes locked for a moment, but Hinata quickly looked away, saying,
“Well, we should get to bed…” Kageyama nodded in agreement, and the two vacated the table. Kageyama snatched up his bag from the living room, and they walked down the hall towards Hinata’s room.
There they found Mrs. Hinata, who was setting up a futon on the floor. She glanced up when she saw them come in, and grinned,
“How was dinner?” Kageyama and Hinata both made noises of satisfaction, and she nodded proudly. Mrs. Hinata straightened up and gestured to the bed on the floor.
“There you go boys, you’re all set up now! I want the lights out in five minutes, okay?” Kageyama nodded, and sat his bag down on the floor.
Hinata showed him where the bathroom was, and Kageyama went through his nighttime routine.
A few minutes later both boys sat comfortably in their respective beds. Hinata sat up, and glanced at Kageyama.
“Good night Kageyama.” Hinata said, smiling sweetly. Kageyama couldn’t help but smile back,
“Good night Hinata.” And Hinata flipped out the lights.
Hinata POV
Hinata flipped the switch on his bed stand light, and curled up into the blankets.
He wasn’t sure what had happened today, but something had been… off. There had been some odd moments and odd feelings in his chest that he couldn’t explain. He dismissed them as first sleepover jitters, but still that unfamiliar emotion was there.
Hinata found it difficult to sleep that night.
Around 10:00 in the evening, Hinata heard Kageyama speak. He sat up instantly, and whispered into the darkness,
“Kageyama what did you say?” Kageyama murmured something again that Hinata couldn’t quite catch.
Hinata clambered over the side of his bed and leaned down to where Kageyama was sleeping. The raven-haired boy certainly looked asleep.
“H-Hinata…” Hinata cocked his head, uncertain if he had heard that right. There was no way Kageyama would be talking about him in his sleep… was there?
“Hinata.. I…” Kageyama mumbled something incoherent. Hinata felt his heart begin to race, wanting to hear more.
“Hinata don’t go…” Kageyama said with a small whimper. Hinata’s heart twisted with pity, and, even though he knew Kageyama couldn’t hear him, he said,
“It’s okay Kageyama, im here.” The setter just shook his head, as if to clear something away, his eyes still tightly shut.
“Hinata please stay… stay with me.” Hinata clambered down off his bed and sat down next to Kageyama, whispering,
“It’s okay ‘Yama, I'll stay.” Hinata almost yelped out loud when he felt a cold hand grip his wrist. Kageyama gripped his hand tightly, and seemed to calm down a little.
“Hinata… you’re so bright… and warm…” Hinata gently threaded his fingers between Kageyama’s and squeezed them gently.
The sleeping boy turned over and brought his hand, now intertwined with Hinata’s, to his chest, murmuring,
“I love you Hinata…” This time Hinata really did gasp out loud.
What? He surely hadn’t heard that right. Kageyama loved him? Like that? Like… romantically? He didn’t have much time to ponder this however, because his gasp had woken Kageyama up.
Kageyama’s eyes flickered open, and for a moment he looked confused, but then he looked around, took in the situation and said,
“Oh #$%@ I’m doomed. ”
Kageyama quickly pulled his hand out of Hinata’s with a horrified expression, sitting bolt upright.
“Oh no no no no I was afraid this would happen oh no oh no.” The taller boy said in terror. Hinata wasn’t sure what he was so scared of. Kageyama started rambling.
“This is exactly why I didn’t want to come! Who knows what I said in my sleep, knowing me it was probably the one thing I can’t ever let you know and oh god no now you’ll probably hate me forever and I can’t let that happen because I can’t lose you Hinata not ever.”. Hinata suddenly realized why Kageyama was so scared, and actually laughed out loud, cutting him off.
The single laugh quickly became hushed giggles, and he found himself clutching his stomach, trying not to wake anyone else in the house. Kageyama just stood on in confusion, making the situation even more funny.
Kageyama was scared because of what he’d said? And he thought that, because of what he’d said, Hinata was going to leave him forever? Hinata had to suppress another fit of giggles.
Finally he was able to stop laughing, and said to a stunned Kageyama,
“Why are you so scared, Bakageyama? I thought it was cute! And it actually made me really happy!” Kageyama’s eyes widened. He still seemed confused.
“Kageyama i'm glad you said it! It made me realize a few things I've been feeling myself!” Hinata said, completely truthfully.
He had been confused as to what these strange feelings in his heart were, but now Kageyama had made it all too clear to him.
“I love you too, ‘Yama!” He said, beaming at the dark-haired boy. Kageyama’s eyes slowly lit up, and then grew watery, as a huge smile appeared on his face.
Not a strained, scary, Kageyama smile, but a genuine smile.
A smile of pure happiness.
Hinata lurched forwards and threw his arms around Kageyama, who quickly began to cry. And then Hinata started to cry too.
Kageyama pulled back slightly and cupped his hands around Hinata’s face so as to look him in the eye. Hinata looked back at him, finally appreciating just how beautiful the setter really was. Kageyama choked out, through his tears,
“Hinata… I have been so in love with you, for so long now, that I just… I-”
Hinata cut him off by pressing his lips against Kageyama’s. Kageyama made a startled noise, but then seemed to melt into the kiss, still crying slightly.
They kissed together for a moment, and then broke apart, smiling at each other. Hinata locked eyes with Kageyama, and in their eyes they spoke volumes.
Kageyama cleared his throat slightly, and glanced shyly at Hinata’s lips,
“I don’t suppose…”
Hinata grinned at him, and pressed his forehead against Kageyama’s, before going in for another, deeper, kiss, with his setter.
His awkward, incredible, stupid, grumpy, handsome, wonderful setter.
And Kageyama fiercely kissed his spiker back.
His enthusiastic, fierce, dumb, amazing, beautiful, perfect spiker.