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The covers hug Shouyou’s skin, wrapping him in a velvety comfort as his feet slide over the sheets. He loves mornings, but he loves the fresh breeze the most; the brush of wind against his warm skin is bliss. Shouyou hums sleepily, moving his arms out of the blanket. In the morning, less covered skin is best—bathing in the cooling weather is refreshing.
When drowsiness takes over as soon as he wakes up, Shouyou can’t resist stretching on every side. There is so much space for him to conquer; mornings belong to him. Shouyou spreads his legs freely without any sense of where the bed actually ends. Then he does the same with his arms, until his hand hits something hard and curvy—he can't make sense of it before his arm is being pushed over his body, and a thick arm anchors him right in place. It would feel suffocating if Shouyou didn’t know who was confining him in his—their—own bed.
If his skin wasn’t naturally so hot, Shouyou would seek Kageyama’s warmth repeatedly. He does, sometimes, but it’s mostly the other way around with Kageyama latching onto him—not that he’s complaining. He loves to be close to his favorite grump; he loves to keep him for himself when he can.
Sometimes—most of the time—Shouyou doesn’t want to share. He has always been greedy like that; if you don't give Shouyou everything that he wants, he will work to get it himself. He can be very persuasive—especially when it comes to Kageyama-related needs; he’s quite sure that he is the best at getting what he wants.
“Dumbass! Keep your limbs on your own side of the bed!” Kageyama’s voice resonates closely in his ear. “You just hit my face!”
Shouyou’s eyes snap open, and he bites his lip—oh, shit, he just smacked Kageyama right on the nose, didn’t he? He tries to squirm out of his boyfriend’s grip, but Kageyama holds Shouyou tighter, squeezing him with his arm.
“Let me go!”
Squirm, squirm.
He knows that his voice sounds whiny; he can practically feel Kageyama roll his eyes to the back of his head. A part of him doesn’t want his tall and buff boyfriend to release his embrace, but another part of him kind of wants to look at Kageyama.
“I’m not letting you hit me again,” Kageyama mumbles, burying his nose into Shouyou’s nape—he knows that Shouyou has a weakness for neck kisses and snuggles. Why is he always spot-on about Shouyou’s preferences? It’s so annoying—Kageyama is so annoying. He’s not a people person, but when it comes to Shouyou, it’s like Kageyama knows everything by heart.
“You’ll just have to stay here.” Kageyama’s lips brush over Shouyou’s skin like paint over white canvas, so loving and tender that Shouyou suddenly releases all tension in his body as he relaxes in his boyfriend’s embrace.
As much as they love to bicker, Shouyou can’t deny that Kageyama’s presence will ground him until the end of time. He treasures every moment when his boyfriend’s serenity anchors him, and Kageyama is silly to think that Shouyou would want it any other way.
“I was never leaving,” Shouyou whispers, slowly leaning back against Kageyama. “Just let me look at you. Please.”
It only takes one poke to his forearm before Kageyama groans and lifts it, giving Shouyou the space to turn around and face him. Once Shouyou is completely lying on his other side, Kageyama drops his arm on top of him again, fingers lightly rubbing the back of his neck. Delight blooms inside Shouyou’s heart at the delicate touch.
He holds his boyfriend’s face, eyes hovering over his features. He follows the perfect arch of his eyebrows to the curve of his nose, until Shouyou finds a small pink-ish mark resting near the tip—the swing must’ve shocked Kageyama out of sleep, too. Not the most peaceful awakening, though Kageyama is probably used to it by now. He has received countless hits; it’s no secret that Shouyou is a restless sleeper.
He still catches a sting of guilt growing in his chest; he usually doesn’t worry about hitting Kageyama while sleeping, since his boyfriend stopped complaining about it—but hitting his face is the limit. Shouyou never wants to actually hurt him.
The adoration, but mostly the urge to quietly ask for forgiveness pulls him in, and he drops a feathery kiss on Kageyama’s forehead. He strokes the cheekbone with his thumb as he leans away.
“Your face is fine, still as pretty as ever.” Shouyou grins, then he moves his thumb over the redness on his boyfriend’s skin, gently brushing it.
Kageyama scrunches his nose, a deep frown upon his forehead, and a pout resting on his lips.
Shouyou finds his boyfriend’s eyes like they’re the only wonder in the world. They’re dark, holding the expanse of the galaxy, and they are hugged by long black eyelashes every time Kageyama blinks. It’s truly unfair that Shouyou could get lost in his boyfriend’s eyes—it’s all he wants to do right now—but he has a hunch that they should be doing something a bit more important than cuddling in bed and getting lost in Kageyama’s universe. Shouyou is convinced that he has some plans today. He’s missing something here… Oh well, who is he kidding really? Nothing is more important than watching Kageyama’s eyes.
“Why are you looking at me like that? I have something on my face, don’t I—”
Kageyama goes to touch his face, but Shouyou catches his hand and laces their fingers together. Shaking his head, he can’t resist the fondness growing in his body—everything about Kageyama will make him explode someday.
“Just—Stop distracting me with your eyes!”
“I’m not doing anything!”
Kageyama frowns—again—and Shouyou uses his free hand to gently push his boyfriend’s face away.
“They look so blue , and I don’t like it!”
“S’not my fault,” Kageyama grumbles against his palm.
Is he sulking?
Shouyou chuckles, pushing his hand up until he runs it through Kageyama’s smooth hair. A tiny groan escapes from his boyfriend’s throat, and he blinks; his endless galaxy eyes piercing right through Shouyou’s soul.
“Kageyama,” Shouyou murmurs lowly, “come here.”
Kageyama pouts for a moment longer, trying to convey his irritation, but Shouyou simply brushes it off with a grin. When Kageyama notices that Shouyou isn’t at all affected by him, he slides closer, hiding his face in Shouyou’s chest. Shouyou’s grin drops to a fond smile as sparks of warmth grow in his heart, and he buries his nose into Kageyama’s hair. He takes note of his small victory in his mind, nearly adding a point to himself in their tally, but he decides to quietly treasure this moment with the love of his life instead.
The moment is suddenly broken by the buzz of the vibration coming from his phone—Shouyou groans into dark hair, on the verge of ignoring it when the feeling that he is forgetting something crawls back into his mind. He really can’t shake it this time, not without Kageyama’s eyes distracting him. Though, Kageyama is clinging onto him, so the temptation is very high.
It wouldn’t be the first time—or the last—that Shouyou ignores all responsibility to spend time with Kageyama. They have so much lost time to make up for after all.
He releases the sigh trapped in his lungs, then reaches for his phone on the bedside table, keeping Kageyama’s face glued to his chest.
When the screen flashes, he sees a message from Natsu:
I’ll be there in about 2 hours!!
Shouyou rushes to text her back, fingers regretfully leaving Kageyama’s hair.
Wait, you’re coming here?!
The answer is immediate.
Yes? Don’t tell me that you forgot! Well, whatever. I’m still coming.
So, there was something that he was forgetting! They have plans with Natsu!
Another ping comes in quickly.
Please hide anything gross that I don’t need to see, I don’t need more reminders about how in love you are with Tobio.
He decides to disregard Natsu’s last message. It’s more convenient to ignore his sister when she’s right—because she doesn’t need to be encouraged any further.
Shouyou feels Kageyama moving as he leans back from the comfort of their snuggle.
“Who is it?”
Shouyou rubs his palm over his face—he forgot about his plans with his own sister. For once, Natsu would be right to call him a mess.
“It’s Natsu.”
Kageyama hums, closing his eyes as he nuzzles his pillow—it’s illegal how anything Kageyama does makes Shouyou’s heart clench in his chest. It’s annoying how his boyfriend doesn’t even have to try to be handsome, even in his worst moments. He just is beautiful, and he will definitely cause Shouyou’s downfall.
“Is everything okay?” Kageyama mumbles, his face squished on the white pillowcase, contrasting with his dark hair.
Just drop the bomb—Kageyama is used to them anyways.
“She’s coming here in like, uh, less than two hours.”
It does spark the expected reaction: Kageyama’s eyes open wide, then slowly melt into a sharp glare.
“You never told me, dumbass!”
“Well, I forgot, okay? It slipped my mind.”
As he hurries out of bed, Shouyou stumbles over the laundry basket that he very much forgot on their bedroom floor last night. The clothes fall onto the ground, Shouyou’s foot slides on one of the pieces of clothing, and he nearly loses his balance, but thankfully the Brazilian sand taught him well.
“Ugh, I need to fold our clothes,” Shouyou states, his hand catching in his messy hair as he slides his fingers through it.
“You didn’t fold them yesterday?”
“I couldn’t, you—you were distracting! Without your shirt on!”
“I was just preparing for bed!”
And it’s a perfectly valid reason to forget laundry. Why would he even consider folding clothes when he has Kageyama all to himself? A half-naked Kageyama at that—and the rest of his clothing was quickly taken off since everything worked out in Shouyou’s favor after a seductive touch or two.
This is not the time to think about last night.
“The clothes will be all wrinkled now!” Kageyama adds with a frown.
Shouyou snorts. “Just like your forehead with all the frowning that you do.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t be frowning so much if you stopped being stupid!”
Being hot and bothered for his grumpy but very attractive boyfriend is not what Shouyou would call being stupid. He just loves to look because he can, so he will.
Shouyou is not one to let anything related to Kageyama slide out of his grip.
Instead of arguing further, Shouyou bends over to grab the pile of messy clothes, then flops back onto their bed. He takes the pink shirt with the Brazilian flag printed on it—a proud gift that Shouyou gave all his friends, including his boyfriend, once he came back to Japan—then, he folds it in half, tucks the sleeves inside, and folds it again.
“What are you doing?”
Kageyama sounds borderline offended as he sits on the edge of the bed in his boxer briefs, stretching forward. Shouyou’s eyes are drawn to the glorious legs just laying at his side. He follows the calves, the good-looking forms, until he falls on the evidence of his worshipping that he left yesterday on the inner-thigh, real close to the end of the boxer briefs—the warmth of Kageyama’s skin still dusting over his lips as a reminder of Shouyou’s adoration for his boyfriend’s irresistible thighs.
He can’t let Kageyama keep winning like this, nope—he can’t let him notice how much his body affects the entirety of Shouyou’s brain cells. He clears his throat.
“Huh—I’m folding our clothes? Natsu’s going to be here soon.”
Kageyama raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “That’s what you call folding?”
Shouyou grabs another shirt from the pile. “This is fine, you’re just being grumpy.”
There’s a moment of silence stretching out as Shouyou finishes his job with the next shirt. After dropping it on top of the pink one, he looks up at his boyfriend who is already staring at him—if a look could pierce through a soul, that would be just it. Shouyou cocks his head to the side.
“Don’t you have something better to do than stare at me? We’ve got a lot of cleaning up to do before Natsu gets here, you know,” Shouyou states.
“I’m not letting you ruin my clothes any further,” Kageyama grumbles, bottom lip popping out.
“Well, you grump , why don’t you do it, then!?”
Kageyama’s stare turns into a glare. “Fine.”
“Fine, I’ll just—be useful somewhere else!”
Shouyou stands up from the edge of their bed, not bothering to put on anything other than sweatpants, and swiftly exits the bedroom. He peeks around their apartment; their living room looks decent—it’s really not that bad, they don’t have a lot, so it’s easy to keep the place in order. Shouyou knows that he’s the one who leaves his stuff laying around, and also the one who forgets about the disasters that he causes. All is wonderful though, because Kageyama picks up after him; it’s one more aspect in their lives where they complete each other.
Once they started living together, Kageyama’s complaints about Shouyou being messy were piling up because, well, he’s got to admit that he is a walking disaster. But, eventually, every protest melted into Kageyama picking up Shouyou’s things unprompted and organizing them. Now, when Shouyou shifts into panic mode, Kageyama simply appears by his side with the lost treasure.
There’s lots of fondness in Kageyama’s daily actions, and Shouyou holds so much love for his tall, grumpy, and absolutely amazing boyfriend—he rewards him with a kiss almost all the time for it.
Humming a song under his breath, Shouyou decides to dust their living room in a few quick sweeps, glancing at the clock while doing so. He tidies up the picture frames that they have on display; some are pictures of them with their friends, and some are pictures of Kageyama’s family—one is from his childhood with Kazuyo and Miwa, which Shouyou handles with extra care and affection. Then, he picks up the next photo of Natsu and himself: she’s wearing her captain jersey, the white and red contrasting brightly with the golden medal around her neck, and she’s side hugging Shouyou who is trying to contain tears on the verge of spilling. He smiles fondly at this memory forever engraved in his mind, but then he squints at his gremlin of a sister as he remembers the reason why he is on dusting duty right now.
He stares at Natsu and sticks his tongue out—she ruined his lazy morning with Kageyama and she’s forcing him to clean this early. Natsu would probably roll her eyes at his dramatic thoughts if she knew, telling him that he will have plenty of other lazy mornings with his boyfriend—soon to be fiancé—in the future, and that he doesn’t see his little sister nearly enough. And, while she would be right, it’s his job as the older sibling to never admit that.
Once he’s satisfied with his job in the living room, he flies to the kitchen—which needs a lot more work. There’s still a pile of dishes that they didn’t wash after yesterday’s dinner—both Kageyama and himself ended up pretty exhausted after their training—and there are some mugs stacked from previous days.
Shouyou sways left and right as he turns on the tap, grabs the sponge, and finally adds some dish soap in the sink. The bubbles float as he dips the mugs in the water. After washing a couple of them, he hears Kageyama’s steps as he walks into their kitchenette. Strong arms slide over his waist, holding him as slim fingers grab the elastic of his sweatpants. Finally, Kageyama pulls him close, then slumps onto the top of his head, kissing Shouyou’s hair.
He melts into his boyfriend’s front—being engulfed by Kageyama’s warmth will forever be one of his favorite feelings in the world, close to the feeling of the volleyball against his palm as he hits one of Kageyama’s too precise tosses.
“Are you done with the clothes?” Shouyou asks as he leans further into Kageyama’s solid body, feeling the smooth fabric of a shirt—he’s already all dressed up.
Kageyama simply hums into Shouyou’s hair in response, then turns his face to the side to squish his cheek against Shouyou’s head.
“Feeling better now that you folded your clothes to perfection and got rid of me?”
He hears a groan from the top of his head. “Never wanted to get rid of you.”
One of Kageyama’s hands releases the elastic of his sweatpants to embrace Shouyou’s body instead. He sets his hand on top of Kageyama’s, lacing their fingers together. He smiles, heart squeezing at Kageyama’s affection; he loves him like this—wrapped around his finger, all tender and devoted.
“Did you clean the bedroom?”
“Yeah,” Kageyama mumbles, so close to Shouyou’s ear that he shivers.
“Okay, I’m almost done with the dishes. You wanna help?”
Kageyama releases his grip on Shouyou’s body to grab the dish towel, Shouyou already misses the touch. He dives his hands in the water, gathering as much soap as he can. He looks up at Kageyama drying the mugs.
“Don’t move,” Shouyou warns, raising his hands full of bubbles to the top of his boyfriend’s dark hair, but he gets blocked by Kageyama’s hand. “Hey! Let me try something!”
“No,” Kageyama grumbles, shaking his head. “You’ll put soap all over my hair, dumbass.”
“But, don’t you trust me?”
He receives a glare, then: “No.”
Shouyou blinks, unfazed by his boyfriend’s answer, but very determined to win. He grins, finally letting the soap fall in the sink before he hops up to sit on the edge of the kitchen counter. Kageyama keeps his eyes narrowed.
"Come here," Shouyou orders, making a grabbing motion at Kageyama, but his boyfriend doesn't move an inch. “Truce?”
“I just said that I don’t trust you though,” Kageyama states as he’s taking a step towards Shouyou, and it’s too late for him.
Victory, Shouyou thinks, wrapping his legs around his boyfriend’s waist. I got you now!
He grips Kageyama’s shirt and drags him into a kiss. Kageyama melts against him instantly, releasing a noise from his throat. Shouyou smirks into the kiss, and drops his hand into the sink. Scooping up a fresh handful of bubbles, he makes his move, plopping them onto Kageyama’s head so they’re standing on top of his hair. Kageyama leans away from his lips as soon as he feels the water dripping, but Shouyou tightens his legs around his boyfriend’s waist, preventing his escape. He quickly dives his hand to grab new bubbles, and does the same on the other side. Shouyou finally leans back to admire his work.
Kageyama scowls with two bubbly cat ears on the top of his head.
“You’re a menace,” Kageyama grumbles, pushing himself away from the counter. Shouyou lets his legs fall to his boyfriend’s side.
“And you are adorable with your little ears, like a grumpy cat!”
“Remind me why I’m dating you again?”
Shouyou shoots him a grin, then he drops down from the counter to face the sink once more. Kageyama wipes the soap off his head, and they resume their task; though not without Shouyou blowing some bubbles into Kageyama’s face, which makes him slap Shouyou’s butt with the dish towel as he runs around the kitchen, trying to escape the attacks.
When they finally finish washing the pile of dishes, Shouyou looks over their apartment, then nods in satisfaction once he peeks at the clock—still 15 minutes before Natsu gets here.
“Looks decent enough for Natsu, she knows that I’m kinda messy anyway.” Shouyou flashes a smile.
“Yeah, she’d know that this mess isn’t because of me,” Kageyama smirks, and Shouyou wants to wipe the cockiness from his face even though he’s wearing it so well it’s unfair.
But, instead, he heads to their bedroom to change and finds a perfectly folded shirt on their bed. As Kageyama’s footsteps follow behind him, Shouyou turns to face him, tilting his head to the side.
“Didn’t you put our clothes away?”
“Well,” Kageyama says with a pout, “I did, but I kept this one out for you to wear.”
Warmth glows on Shouyou’s cheeks as he stares at his boyfriend’s dark blue eyes, sparkling with sincerity as well as a sprinkle of fondness.
Kageyama will be the death of him. He doesn’t even have to try.
“I like it on you,” Kageyama adds, making Shouyou’s heart flutter in his chest.
“Alright,” he answers, grabbing the shirt to put it on.
Right as he finishes changing, Natsu texts the group chat that she’s in front of their apartment. Kageyama answers the door, and suddenly a force charges right at him, hooking arms and legs over his body. He loses his balance with the impact, and they both fall on the floor. Her bag also drops by their side.
Natsu’s laughter echoes in the apartment. And once she’s done crushing Kageyama on the ground, she bolts into Shouyou’s arms to squeeze him.
“I brought food!” Natsu chirps, taking her bag from Kageyama. “We just need to reheat!”
They watch Natsu skip to the kitchen, then look at each other before joining her.
“You guys managed to make this place look neat.” Natsu smiles, handing a container of spaghetti to Shouyou.
“You should’ve seen my glorious moment,” Shouyou chuckles. Kageyama groans at his side. “I managed to give Bakageyama some bubble cat ears with dish soap.”
Natsu laughs at Shouyou’s story, making Kageyama’s cheeks flush.
“You two are nightmares,” Kageyama huffs.
Shouyou smiles as he opens their microwave to heat their meal.
“Keep telling yourself that, Tobio!” Natsu giggles in delight.
When he turns around again, Kageyama has taken Natsu’s hand to spin her in a circle, a soft curl on his lips. Shouyou leans back against the counter, watching his two favorite people dancing to nonexistent music, as the sunlight shining through the window casts them in a soft glow.
Everything is perfect.
His family, his partner, and also this simple moment right here; they’re all shaping his memories into a life of growing love.